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THE BEAUFORT TRIBUNE AND PORT ROYAL COMMERCIAL. VOL. V. NO. 48. BEAUFORT, S. C., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1877. Ji.lt IB Mm Suit On 5 tat Girl and Woman. BY FANNIE B. ROBINSON. "He will come, will come," she said; And her breath was like the south, Andjhe son lay od her head, And the morning round her mouth ; And she smiled across the sea 1 In her girlhood's surety. " He will come in ship of state, Like a conqueror to his own, With a bearing kiDgly, great, That shall lean to me alone? Laying all his glory down For my kingdom, sword and crown. " And the sword I shall restore For the high deeds yet to be. Since no life of knightly yore, Vowed to rarest ministry, With his prowess shall begin Who has wifely arms to win. i " But the crown I'll fling afar, Smiling soft to hear him say, Love, there shineth star nor bar Like your smiling on my way ; Leaves of bay would fall and fade Where your lightest touch has staid." "Other maidens may be fair ; He will whisper close and low, That my love's beyond compare With the beauty they bestow ; While becanse he stoops to me, I shall grow most fair to see." So I left her on the shore When the dawn was growing day ; And the white ships, drifting o'er, Leaned and listened to her lay; And the waveB, to others dumb, Laughed and whispered : " He will oome." So I found her on the shore When the harbor lights were dim And the expectant curves of yore Something sweeter seemed to limn ; Still she waited love's surprise With the ycungness in her eyes. Still she murmured: '"He will come : Day8 and sails are drifting by; Other ships go laden home, Bright with golden argosy; And the ship for which 1 wait Droppeth anchor soon or late. brawny fellow, was Jacob, and lie was my husband, and I had got so used to seeing him in that blue shirt working afield that I could not fit him into the fashionable rig to my satisfaction. But I said, ecstatically: 44 Don't they look beautiful, Jacob ?" But Jacob answered never a word. He stood there at my side, looking on absorbed. Again the musio sounded, and the splendid movement on the floor kept ! time to it. It so wrought upon me that in spite of my Qnaker bringing up, I felt my heart beating quick, and my feet putting themselves in motion. *' Oh, isn't it beautifnl I" I said again, clasping mv hands by way o{ steadving myself. * ; * * It's a grand play/' said Jacob, 1 gruffly, "and I suppose we've got a f right to applaud it if we like." i "Ah, but, Jake, jealous old Jake, i why don't you own up that it's beautiful?" 11 "Pshaw!" said Jaoob, impatiently; } " I see nothing beautiful about it. It's t all a commercial affair?the whole thing j bought and paid for. These shoddy 6hop- c keepers and officeholders and oil-diggers, j and heaven knows what all, send their i women folks here to keep trade going? 1 for nothing else under the sun but to 1 bargain and haggle and ogle for places s and power and money." f " Then it's business," said I, admir- t ingly ; for I was determined to lure c Jacob out of his moodiness. "Well, I c never have seen business look so fair and i desirable, Jake?unless," I added, laugh- f ing, "when I've caught a glimpse of c you working afield in your old straw j hat." " 1 "Ah, that's a different story?a differ- 1 ent story indeed," was the grave reply, t " That's bnsiness of another sort, t " I shall kuow him, though be stands With the slain years fronting him ; Though he reach untender hands Of a warrior worn and grim : Though the smile I go to meet Shine through tempest and defeat. " For the billows will have brought All their burden to his strength, And the winds have fed his thought, Till his kingdom stretch at length 1 rem the power and peace of seas To all loves and mysteries "And because October holds More of spring-time than the spring, Andt>ecause a'l harvest folds Both the bul and blossoming, He sball find my patience sweet And my unvowed fjith complete." 80 I left her on the shore, Does he come? I only know That the moon for evermore PraWs the tides, and, swift or slow, Ucfand, or barred, or flowing free, Every river finds its 6ea. Eaurel sprtng. ?.. \ .. I was Laving my fill of fashionable life. A han^'s-breadtli from me there were diamonds flashing, there were < priceless silks gleaming and trailing along a polished floor, there were lights and perfume and music, and a splendid company, smiling and graceful and gracious, were going through the figures of a quadrille. Others were promenading; others were chatting in gay groups. Just past the window where I stood, a pair of these radiant creatures swept at this moment, the lady coquetting with i her jeweled fan. I could have put forth ' my hand and touched her as she passed ?so near, and yet so far apart from me. 1 A stately picture, set in a costly frame, : having nothing in common with such 1 every-day, toil worn folks as the people who stood looking on from without, and 1 among whom Jacob and I, lured by the ] lights and music, had stolen up. . 1 It was the piazza of the grand hotel at 1 Laurel Spring, and a grand ball was in j progress. Ah, how beautiful it all was! ] It seemed like a kaleidoscope of jewels, ; flashing, changing, alluring, as I stood < there at the window looking through, j 1 How should I look in just such a silk? ; , how would Jacob appear in just such a ' 1 white vest and elegant dress suit ? I j 1 looked up at Jacob. He was a tall, j 1 Mattie; grinding, hard work, and too ; much of it. And this summer, confound it! failure at the end of it all. * Ah, Mattie, you don't know what a load I've carried under that old straw hat!" Ah, but I did. Many a time I had seen Jacob working afield with a shadow on his face that was not made by the brim of that old straw hat. He was revolving bitter things now, I knew, as he stood there a spectator of the revelry. "Little Mattie," said presently, " you've as good a right to be there as the rest of them, my wee woman." I laughed. I did not want to be there, and I had no desire to represent oommercial interests. But Jacob was grasp ing my arm with an almost painful grip. "By heavens!" he said, his gray eye lighting up with a strange fire, "I thought so. There's Stephen Risdala yonder ! the villain that robbed me?the villain that got my land in his grip, with his mortgages and his trust-deeds, and satan knows what. He's there with the best of 'em?the man that got a foreclosure on me, and left me to scrape and screw with the fag end of all my acres, and to grind a living out of the rocks! A gentleman is he, with a diamond stud and. a gold chain bought with the money for which I've been a bond-slave for life. But I'll have it out of him J" As Jacob uttered these words he lifted his hand and struck sharply the broad windowsill. My heart gave a great throb. I thought that every one in the great assembly must stop and stare at us. But the music sounded loudly, the dancing went on, and no one seemed to heed us. As we went down the B^eps I saw " Jigger Jim," the village * idiot, grimacing and gesticulating and mimicking the dancing, with a group of village folk nodding and applauding and urging him on, and I was glad that no one had heard Jake's words. Jacob had been reputed a little wild ; a good many wise old folk had shook their heads when we came together. It was said he had run through with all his thrifty father's money, had been wasteful and speculative and dissipated, and had none of the thrifty qualities and forehandedness deemed so essential among the orderly farming people of Laurel neighborhood. Some said I would surely repent if I married him. Had the time for repentance come now * "Well, we had not been prospermia this year, and Jacob's farming had been marred by drought and blight. Well do I remember the aspect of that blighted corn field, from which we had expected so much. It reminded me of a troop of weather-beaten soldiers that I saw once returning home in the latter Jays of the war, jaded, dispirited, and with ragged banners trailing in the dust. No mu^ic, no cheers cf welcoming voices, no hats off, to welcome their return. So, wearily, with dejected heads and thin long leaves unlifted, our corn field trailed on the hill-side. Something of this demoralization had perhaps entered into our household?a sort of nameless shadow, a bleak and blighting something, against which no energy and ntactivity could avail. We were young, you see, and had, as it were, j ust commenced life, and it was hard to know that things were going wrong with us from the beginning. But'Jake was still a hero in my eyes, and I loved him well, and it was to lure him a little from the impalpable gloom that was settling about us that I proposed this evening stroll. It was late when we retumod, but Jacob seemed in no wise inclined to retire. He walked about, restless and reticent. The place seemed too small for him ; his tall figure seemed to contract its limited space, as he moved to and fro, till it was almost a relief to see him step from the doorway and silently stride down the road. It was no new thing for biin to walk off the " blues " in that way; and I never intruded upon these moods, when he appeared to mentally set me aside as onte who could not share in the thoughts that were urging him. Generally he came back out of these morose fits more loving and kinder than ever, and this was joy enough. But to-night I was restless too. I wandered down to the gate and watched Ins tall figure as, with a deep shadow stalking after it in the moonlight, it disappeared down the turn of the road. I fell into a reverie standing there?a reverie of I know not how long duration. [ was roused from it by the appearance m the road of Jigger Jim's distorted Sgure. We were very good friends, Jigger Jim and myself, and he had once signified his high appreciation of our friendship by presenting me with a huge :>ras8 button. His glee, when I pinned ihis on my dress like a brooch, was inlescribable. This time he stopped in he road and doffed his cap?a courtesy )nly extended to certain dignitaries of he village on rare occasions. Jigger mderstood *' manners," but deemed hem too good for ordinarv use. He was in high spirits, apparently; laughed lis strange gnttural laugh, pointed to he moon sparkling above us, then to lis breast, and was hugely pleased when [ indicated that the diamonds he had >een down at the ball were like that. Then, elevating his claw-like fingers, he ;ave a great leap, as if to grasp the serene planet, and pointing to my shawl ind drapery, left me to infer that he vould like to see me bedizened with something as lustrons as the moon and he diamonds. Smiling as the harmless ellow went his way, I bethought me hat it was late, and began to wonder vhv Jacob did not come back. I concluded, after a while, that I vould stroll down the road and meet lim?it was so solitary at the house, and he night was so alluring. After you >assed a certain turn of the road you ame almost in sight of the sea shore. People said this was a bleak and solitary dace in winter time. Now it was rarely ovely. I gave a long, free breath as I ooked. No wonder Jacob lingered i broad on such a night as this. So trailing sweet was the scene that I forgot he weight upon my heart, and wanlered on aimlessly, childishly, thinking >f nothing but its beauty. A little way ip, the dusk shadow of the rocks cut sharply into the silver of the shore. I vralu imagine that on stormy days this dace might wear a forbidding aspect, in old times it was said that smugglers iad lurked about those rocks, hidden in heir overhanging ledges, and creeping o their cave in that very shadow. A useful shadow it must have beeu to them, I said to myself. How could any one discern them, as they lay there on the sand, watching for their boat ? Peering into the shadow with this thought on my mind, I felt my heart for a moment almost cease beating, for there on the sands, in that very shadow, a man lay asleep, apparently. The next moment it occurred to me that Jacob, wearied out with his day's work had fallen asleep down here. He had done so once before, poor fellow, though that was before nightfall. I approached very cautiously, thinking a vmi/vVtf Vva rvlntnno nrootiool pciiiupo lie ULii^UV I/O |/iOJ Ul^ C? ^/AUVMVtaA joke on me, as he used to do sometimes in the old days. But it was not Jaoob. The sleeper, whoever he was, was not so tall; he was slight, and elegantly dressed, apparently. But I went no nearer. Something thrilled me like an electric shock?a weird and preternatural telegram. This was the man whom Jacob had pointed out to me, lying here prone and insensible. And where was Jacob ? Then I gathered oourage and approached him. I touched him with my trembling hands, but he did not move. It was Death, then, keeping watch by the moonlit shore?Death that had lured me on to come down and meet him here, terrible and face to face. I turned and fled down the sands, wildly, with flying feet, to escape the vision of terror that chased me as I went At my own threshhold, stunned and fainting, I sank upon the stepping-stone. A figure standing in the doorway stooped and lifted me up. " Why, Mattie! why, how is this, my lass ? I thought you safe in bed !" I withdrew from the embracing arms ; I stood aloof, shivering and gasping. " I have been down?down to the seashore?" " And something has scared the wee woman," said Jacob, in his most winsome and sOethiner tone. "Well, rest a bit, rest a bit, poor little birdie." The sweetness and softness of his voice as he-said these words seemed to me like that of one who feels the hour of eternal separation draw near. He came toward me. I held up my hands beseechingly. "Do not come near me now, Jacob. Oh, not now, for I have seen?I have seen a terrible sight down on the sands. Stephen Risdale?" Jacob's face gathered eolor, his eye shot fire. " Did he insult yon, the villain ?" he said. "He is dead," I answered, sharply and suddenly. " Dead!" repeated Jacob. " Oh, come away, come away, Mattie; the moonlight lias made you daft." " I wish that it had," I cried, bitterly, j " Oh, I wish that it had." Jacob picked up his hat, which lay upon the shore. "Come, Mattie," lie said, "let us go down that way again; it's some ill shadow, I doubt, has unsettled your nerves. Come !" He took me by the arm, not roughly, but hastily, and hurried me up the road at a breathless pace. It was not long before we came to the great shadow of the rock where I had seen the figure lying. But it was not on the 6pot where I had left it. A strange relief, the lightness from a terrible load, came to my heart?it seemed as if I had really been dreaming. Jacob laughed. " You fairly scared me, little woman," he said. At that moment I heard a rustling in the bushes fringing the foot of the rock, and turning my strained eyes thither, I saw a figure sitting there. It made the blood tingle in my veins, that sight, for this drooping recumbent shape was a living man, at least. It was, indeed, Stephen Risdale, and when Jacob awkwardly but determinedly drew near, we saw that he was stunned and bruised, that the frill of his shirt was torn, and the splendid diamond was gone from his breast Looking down from the rocks at that moment I saw the broad warped face of Jigger Jim. He nodded to me knowingly, putting his finger to his lips, then uttering one of his ear-splitting yells, scrambled out of sight. " What sort of idiots are all you people here," gasped the victim, as the apelike figure disappeared, " that you let a crazy dog like that prowl around without a keeper ?" Jacob made some gentle answer. He was thinking, perhaps, of the hard words he had spoken that evening. He touched the injured man tenderly with his strong hands, and helped him to his feet. " We are all idiots, more or less, I believe," said Jacob. Stephen looked about him warilv. "He was coming back to finish the job, I suppose, if you had not come to the rescue." We took Stephen Risdale to our own house that night and cared for him tenderly. It was long before he fully recovered, but nursing him was a real pleasure to me. I was full of rejoicing. This man who might have been a vision of terror to me all my life, this man whom we had so strangely and unwittingly rescued? this was but a man after all, and not a fiend. Sickness cleared awav some fogs from his brain, and rendered his mental vision clearer. He had done wrong ; he was willing to make restitution. That acquisitiveness which is the moral con...'ii'nn r.t n uVivcTir^ hnoinoDa mnn molfa like frost in the fever of illness. Stephen swore that he would have Jigger shut up from further harm-doing, and he did so. But the diamond which Jigger had secreted baffled all search. It was only by long manoeuvring and a craftiness rivaling his own that it was finally recovered. One day, with secret trembling (although I knew that Jacob and Stephen were following within call), I allured him up the crags overhanging the water; and there, with frantic gesticulations and inartieulate mouthings, and idiotic shouts of laughter, the jewel was delivered to my keeping, and I carried it home like a princess, Jigger Jim clapping his hands with satisfaction to see it flashing on my breast. He had stoleu the gem for me, poor Jigger, and I was sorry to reward him so treacherously. He had stolen it for me, and Stephen Risdale declared it should be mine forever. It is mine. I see it shining now in a harvest of plenty from our restored acres. I see it flashing in Jacob's glad, bright eyes. Stephen Risdale, "when he came up this fall, declared that ours was the brightest little place he ever was in. And well it may be, for there is no shadow now?there never will be again ?between Jacob and myself.?Harper's Weekly. - ' . Catting a Medicine Stone. The News of Charleston, S. C., has the following: A number of ladies and gentlemen assembled at the tent of Gen- < eral Hunt, in Summeralle, recently, to witness what is seldom seen in America, or in any other country?the cutting and dissection of a bezoar, or medicine stone. At the appointed hour the beautiful gem was placed on the table, inspected and admired by all present, i Professor Holmes then gave a short description of the bezoars found in Eastern oountries, comparing them with those of America, or more properly of South Carolina. The name bezoar was, he said, derived from the Persian words "pa zahar," which signifies against poison. In the East they are called medicine stones ; in Africa, hag stones or charm stones. The specimen exhibited on this occasion is about the size of a large hen's egg, of a mottled yellow color, with a tint of brown, having its entire surface highly polished. The polish is natural, coused by the action of the muscles of the stomach of the animal in which it was found upon each laver of mineral matter de posited. A piece of scantling having been prepared and mortised with a cavity just large enough to contain the stone, it was imbedded therein firmly with plaster of Paris, the better to prevent flaking or crumbling, to which, from its laminated and brittle structure, it is peculiarly liable. With a very fine and highly tempered saw, it was then cut longitudinally through the middle, which took but a few minutes. During the cutting some little excitement was evinced as to what the nucleus or contents of the stone would prove to be. Upon opening the bezoar the nucleus proved to be a large aud perfect acorn, which several gentlemen present immediately recognized as that of the white oak. It was covered by four layers of laminae of a mineral substance, composed generally of phosphates and carbonates of lime and iron, and some silex. The mold of the acorn is very perfect, having all the external markings of the lruit. There are two impressions, apparently made oy the teeth of the animal Wore swallowing the nut. Acorns are favorite food of Carolina deer. During the autumnal months their tracks are almost always to be found under the oaks of the forest wiiich have borne acorns. This is the third speoimen of a bezoar that has been cut and examined by Professor Holmes, and we believe the only ones ever dissected in America. The The nucleus found in the first bezoar was a flattened ball or buckshot with a fragment of the skin and a few hairs ; the animal had undoubtedly been wounded six years before it had been killed, as there were six layers or laminae of mineral matter surrounding the buckshot. The second bezoar cut contained a pebble of quartz. A Literal Rendering. While Mark H. Duncan had charge of the academy at Bridgetown, he gave to one of his Latin classes direction that on the following day each scholar should bring in a Latin rendering of his own name. If auy of them should be at fault lie would preier mat tney would not seek asSistance from others, but come as near to a proper rendering as they could. On the next day, as had been directed, the members of that class brought forward each a slip of paper with his name written thereon in Latin. Mr. Duncan looked them over, and smiled more than once. At length he took up a slip bearing the following : "Johannes Nemus Homo." After scratching his head over the problem for a while, he read it aloud, and asked who wrote it. An aspiring youth, from the region of the Crooked River Interval, arose, and acknowledged himsels as the author. The preceptor beckoned for him to come forward. "My young friend, did you write this for the Latin rendering of your name ?" "Sartin!" "Johannes Nemus Homo?" " Eggszactly." "But, isn't that a little far-fetched ?? a little over-done?" " Really, sir, I can't see it. My name is John Woodman. Johannes is Latin for John ; Nemus is Latin for Wood ; and Homo is Latin for man. Ain't that so?" The preceptor, in a certain sense, felt himself cornered, and after a little thought, while the school tittered, he tapped his finger upon his forehead significantly, remarking at the same time : "Ah, John. I'm afraid there's something loose up here!" "Shouldn't wonder," returned John Woodman and then tapping his own forehead in like manner, he added, with ] emphasis, "but it's all right up here, you bet!" 1 Unncan was cornerea men, sureiy; and he Allowed Johannes Nemns Homo to resume his seat without further argument. " ^ IJut that was not the end. Years have , elapsed since that day, and even now the \ man who keeps the store at Woodman's ^ Corner is often called by his old school mates, "Johannes Nemus Homo." Sour Grapes. ] There is a grape arbor in front of a < house on Macomb street, and the tempt- ] ing clusters of black grapes make more 1 than the pedestrian's mouth water. A i boy about ten years old softly opened j i the gate yesterday forenoon and passed i in. When he came out, fifteen seconds i later, he was only sixteen inches in ad- i vance of the family dog, and he seemed < greatly embarrassed. < "Hello, bub, been in after grapes?" < asked a pedestrian. i " N-no, sir," stammered the lad ; " I-I ] went in to see if thej wa-wanted to adopt i an orphan, but they didn't s-seem to t c-care much about it!" t "I 6eo they have grapes in there," i observed the man. 1 " Y-yes, sir, but grapes ain't good this j t time o' year?they p-pucker the month ] 1 all up."?Detroit Free Fr&s. | j Learn Your Business A young man in a leather store used to feel very impatient with his employer for keeping him, year after year, for three years "handling hides." But he saw the use of it in after years, when in an establishment of his own he was able to tell by a touch the exact quality of the goods. It was only by those thousands of repetitions that the lesson was learned, and so it is with everything in which we acquire skill. The great army r\t << innanoVilao " io 1 o? rro onnilffli TPA v* mva|/nuico 10 icu^\y VUVy nv I should none of us willingly join its ranks. The half-informed, half-skilled in every business outnumber the others, dozens to one. It was a good suggestion, worthy of being remembered, which Daniel Webster made to a young man who asked him if there was any " room in the legal profession." "There is always room," said the great statesman. The better you know your business the better your chances to rise. If you drone through your allotted tasks without keeping a wide awake lookout on all that goes on about you your progress will be needlessly slow. You can gather much information by making a wise use of your eyes and ears, and, perhaps, be able to surprise your employer in an emergency by stepping into the "next man's" place and discharging his duties satisfactorily. A fine little lad, some twelve years old, was employed in a telegraph office in a Southern town last year when the yellow fever raged so fearfully in that section. All the operators were down with it and others sent on by the company were attacked. No one knew that the lad understood the business, but he had picked it up and kept up communication between the town and the outer world all the time the fever lasted. Ex-Governor Morgan was once a clerk in a store in Waterford. A trip to New York was an event in those days, but the young man had proved so faithful that lie was intrusted with several commissions, among them being one to buy corn. He came back in due time in the old stage coach, and inquiries were made about the corn. The price was very satisfactory, but the old gentleman was afraid it could not be good at so low a price. A handful which the young man pulled from his pocket convinced him, but what was his amazement to find that he had bought two cargoes. " Why Edwin, what shall we do with it ?" he asked in consternation. "I have disposed of all you don't want," said Edwin, "at an advance. I stopped in stores as I came along. I could have disposed of three cargoes if I had had them. The profits were clear, and his employer said the next morning, " We will let some one else do the sweeping," and Edwin was made a partner, though under twenty one. If you have a talent for business it will be found. A Russian "Sport." Nothing perhaps more strikingly exemplifies the physical fortitude of the Russian peasants than one of their national sports?a Strang mixture of British boxing and Japanese harikari. The nature of this sport will appear from the following description by a traveler in Russia of what he witnessed : A stalwart Russ, some six feet high, was being punished by an adversary fully six inches shorter than himself in a most atrocious fashion. The blows fell upon his head and face one after the other, being dealt with a slow swinging deliberation and received with such apparent thankfulness that for some moments our astonishment was too great to inquire of the admiring spectators around what it all meant. We were told, to our no less surprise, that this was a Russian boxing match?the object being, not for the adversaries to inflict the greatest amount of punishment upon each other, but to see which one received the greater num ber of blows before calling for quarter. Oil another occasion, we learn from the same authority, the actors were a stalwart Boyard and a still more stalwart serf. The contest took place in the village inn, on a challenge from the Boyard. The trial was to be proceeded with by turns of three blows each, the Boyard commencing. He dealt the serf a tremendous blow full in the mouth, cutting his lips and bruising them almost to a pulp. The second blow .was dealt ou the nose, which forthwith disappeared. The third closed up one of his eyes, but not a sound did the victim utter, nor did a muscle twitch in his mangled face. The Boyard now put himself in position to pass his examination ; but whether he was simply acting as one of those choice dessert fruits that are put on the table on the tacit understanding that they are not to be touched, or whether the serf was too conscious of his power could not be satisfactorily determined ; anyhow the serf, having raised bis fist with an ominous swing, brought it with a tremendous sweep against the edge of the massive porcelain stove and knocked a piece out of it the size of a man's head, observing at the same time that he did not wish to mess the room with the " master's " brains. After this horrible description we need not wonder at any tales of Russian endurance. The Grain Yield of 1877. The grain crop of the United States this autumn is a vast increase over that Df any preceding year in the history of the country. It amounts in the two 1 1- ?U Art/1 AAm fn principal cereui?, wucat ouu w*u, ^25,000,000 bushels o? the former, and 1.280,OCX), 000 of the latter, according to flie careful estimates of Mr, Walker, the itatistician of the New York Produce Exchange. The increase in England's importation of breadstuffs from this country in the year ending Aug. 31, 1877, mounted to almost as much as the iverage of her importations during the ;en years preceding. Of corn alone she :ook out 33,000,000 bushels. Her total mportation was about 80,000,000 bushels, of which 60,000,000 were from this country, and 20,000,000 from southeastern Europe. The importation of corn nto Germany, France and the United Kingdom promises to increase largely, is of late years a general tendency to resort to it as food for stock, instead of iats and cut feed, hag been manifest. It s found to be one-third cheaper, in Engand, than the material hitherto employed for that use. Germany's supply Vill, lowever, be drawn mainly from Hungary. ?New York Sun. BUBGOTftE'S SPBRESDEB. An Intcrectlns Accnnnt of tbe!Capl(nlotlon -fleeting of Burcoyne and Uate^?.Military CI eneroafty and Delicacy. At eleven o'clock on the morning of the 17th of October, 1777, the royal army left their fortified camp, and formed in line on the meadow just north of Fish Creek, at its junction with the Hudson. Here they left their cannon and small arms. With a longing eye the artillery man looked for the last time upon his faithful gun, parting with it as from his bride, and that forever. With tears trickling down his bronzed cheeks, the bearded grenadier stacked his musket to resume it no more. Others in their rage knocked off the butts of their arms, and the drumrders stamped their drums to pieces. Immediately after the surrender, the British took hp their march for Boston, whence they expected to embark, and bivouacked the first night in their old encampment at the foot of the hill where JFrazer was buried. As they deposited their arms, they passed between the Continentals, who were drawn up in parallel lines. But on no face did they see exultation. "As we passed the American army," writes Lieutenant Anbury, one of the captured officers, and bitterly prejudiced against his conquerors, " I did not observe the least disrespect, or even a taunting look, but all was mute astonishment and pity; and it gave us no little comfort to notice this civil deportment to a captured enemy, unsullied with the exulting aid of victors." The English general having expressed a desire to be formally introduced to Gates, Wilkinson arranged an interview a few moments after the capitulation. In anticipation of this meeting, Burgoyne had bestowed the greatest care upon his whole toilet He had attired himself in full court dress, and wore costly regimentals and a richly decorated hat with streaming, plumes. Gates, on the contrary, was dressed merely in a plain blue overcoat, which had upon it scarcely anything indicative of his rank. Upon the two generals first catching a glimpse of each other, they stepped for * - - > - ? a i_:i ne said, exceeuea an ne uau ever oceu or read of on a like occasion. It was that when the British soldiers had marched oat of their camp to the place where thev were to pile their arms, not a man of the American troops was to be seen, General Gates having ordered his whole army oat of sight, that not one of them shoald be a spectator of the humiliation of the British troops. This was a refinement of delicacy and of military j generosity and politeness, reflecting the ! highest credit npon the conqueror. As the company rose from the table, the royal army filed past on their march to the seaboard. Thereupon, by preconcerted arrangement, the two generals stepped oat, and Burgoyne, drawing his sword, presented it, in the presence of the two armies, to General Gates. The latter received it with a courteous bow and immediately returned it to the vanquished general.? Harper's Magazine. Cordelia Howard, the original "Eva'' J in the play of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," is a j wife now with two children. ward simultaneously, ana aavancea uimi only a few steps apart, when they halted. The English general took off his hat, and making a polite bow, said "The fortune of war, General Gates, has made me your prisoner." The American general in reply, simply returned his greeting, and said, " I shall always be ready to testify that it has not been through any fault of your excellency." As soon as the introduction was oyer, the other captiye generals repaired to the tent of Gates, where they were received with the utmost courtesy, and with the consideration due to brave but unfortunate men. ! After Riedesel had been presented to Gates, he sent for his wife and children. It is to this circumstance that we owe the portraiture of a lovely trait in Geni eral Schuyler's character. " In the [ passage through the American camp," the baroness writes, " I observed, with great satisfaction, that no one cast at us scornful glances ; on the contrary, they all greeted me, even showing compassion on their countenance* at seeing a I mother with her little children in such a situation. I confess I feared to come into the enemy's camp, as the thing was so entirely new to me. When I approached the tents, a noble-looking man came toward me, took the children out of the wagon, embraced and kissed them, and then, with tears in his eyes, helped me also to alight. He then led me to the tent of General Gates, with whom I found Generals Burgoyne and Pliillips, who were upon an extremely friendly footing w.th him. Presently the man, who had received me so kindly came up and said to me, ' It may be embarrassing to you to dine with all those gentlemen ; come now with your children into my tent, where I will give yon, it is true, a frugal meal, but one that will be accompanied by the l)est of wishes.' * You are certainly,' answered I, ' a husband and a father, since you T It show me so much Kindness, jl men learned that be was the American General Schuyler." The English and German generals dined with the American commander in his tent on boards laid across barrels. The dinner, which was served np in four dishes, consisted only of ordinary viands, the Americans at this period being accustomed to plain and frugal meals. The drink on this occasion was cider, and rum mixed with water. Burgoyne appeared in excellent humor. He talked a great deal, and spoke very flatteringly of the Americans, remarking, among other things, that he admired the number, dress, and discipline of their army, and above all, the decorum and regularity that were observed. " Your fund of men," he said to Gates,44 is inexhaustible ; like the Hydra's head, when cut off, sevSn more spring up in its stead." He also proposed a toast to General Washington?an attention that Gates returned by drinking the health of the King of England. The conversation on both sides was unrestrained, affable, and free. Indeed, the conduct of Gates throughout, after the terms of the surrender had been adjusted, was marked with equal delicacy and magnauiminity, as Burgoyne himself admitted in a letter to the Earl of Derby. In that letter the captive general particularly mentioned one circumstance, which, 11 -11 v- 1 j ? AiMM Items of Interest. The point of death?The bayonet A porter in a Southern hotel was worth $250,000 five years ago. The greatest heat which the feet will bear in water is 100 degrees. Oxford, Ala., a town of 1,2G0 inhabitants, boasts of more than twenty men, whose weights exceed 200 pounds each. Eggs are kept fresh for years in Sootland by rubbing them with oil or batter, when newly laid, so as to stop the pores. Why are some women very much like tea-kettles? Because they sing away pleasantly, and then all at once boil over. The grounds surrounding ine war monument at Berlin are to be payed with stones from the several battle-fields of the Franco-Prussian war. A North Carolina girl pierced her ears in order to get a pair of earrings, and got instead a four-and-a-half-pound tumor, which a surgeon has removed. Norristown Herald: "Old Vindications " is what the Graphic calls him. There is a great deal of blow abot him, that's a fact; and he often die-gusts us, too." Girls, whose opinion about snon things is always valuable, say there is too much shirt collar and too little you og man in the present fashions to suit their taste. "IIow to Make a Good Boot Last,7 says an exchange. The beet way is to leave the boot up stairs in the back room closet. It will' then last till the mold grows over it. The St. Lohis Globe-Democrat has come to the conclusion that the only way to bring out a full vote in that city would be to advertise, "Afried oyster given away after every ballot." Rhinebeck Gazette: It is true that philosophy can account for most things, bnt it has always failed tc figure out a . cat's reason for placing its tail where the dining-room chairs can alight on it One of the smartest women in New York is said to be Miss Juliet Corson, superintendent of the New York oooking school. With her lives Dr. Sarah H. Brayton, a lovely, intellectual woman, and an excellent physician. SHE UNDERSTOOD HIV. A pensive mood came over me ; I remarked with many a sigh, " The frost and cold will soon be here, The landscape change to brown and sere, And all things green will die." She looked sweet sympathetic, I And tne tears sxooa m n?r cm As she murmured in a voice Curiae, Placing her lily hand in mine, j " I'm sorry, but?Good-bye." Speaking of the hard times which prevailed in this country thirty-five years ago, Mr. Ticknor wrote to Sir Charles Lyell, under date November, 1843: "There has been great suffering in all our States, and in some like Indiana and Illinois, a proper' currency has disappeared, and men have been reduced to barter in the common business of everyday life. What you saw in Philadelphia was nothing to the crushing insolvency I of the West and South. The very postoffices felt the effects of it?men with large landed estates being unable to take out their letters, because they could not pay the postage in anything the government officers could properly receive." Words of Wisdom. Ho is a wise who never acts without reasoif, and never against it. The beginning of anger is foolishness, and its end is repentance. He who pretends to be everybody's particular friend is nobody's. If von do what you should not, you %/ """ V must bear what you would not. The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it. If we lack the sagacity to discriminate nicely between our acquaintances and our friends, ojir misfortune will readily do it for up. | It is not so easy as philosophers tell us to lay aside our prejudices; mere volition cannot enable us to divest ourselves of long-established feelings, and reason is averse to laying aside theories it has once been taught to admire. Hath any wronged thee ? Be bravely avenged; slight it, and the work is begun; forgive, and its finished. He is below himself, that is not above an injury. It is often better to have a great deal of harm happen to one than a little; a great deal mav rouse you to remove what a little will only accustom you to endure. The great man should retire occasionally from the stage to avoid wearying "admiration; for however brilliant the sun may be, it would be wrong for it never to set. A Hundred Scents on the Dollar. The other day Mr. Middlerib stopped at a grocery and bought some'onions, giving the grocer a two dollar bill. Among the change handed back to the customer was an old one dollar bill. It had been taken in that morning for kerosene oil, and there was just a dash of the oi^on i^ that had been spilled in the ?' ' /../uuiv ha/1 laid it murmug. iuou uio gmw* ??? % on a pile of codfish wnile he fixed the stopper in the oil can. Then he had it on his hand while he cat off a couple of pieces of cheese, and the cheese on the bill straggled with the codfish and kerosene for pre-emince. Then it got a little touch of mackerel and a little tinctare of stale egg on it, and at last the grocer stuffed it into his pocket along with a ping of tobacco, and finally, when Middlerib got it with his onions, ho held ~ it to his nose once or twice, ^ sniffed it with an investigating air, and nt last walked out of the store with a cheerful countenance, saying: "By George, we're all right now. Good times are here again, and the government is paying one hundred scents on the dollar."?Burlington Hawkey e. Facts Worth Knowing. Keep tea in a close chest or cannister. . Keep coffee by itself, as its odor affects other articles. Keep bread and cake in a tin box or stone jar. Cranberries will keep all winter in a firkin of water in a cellar. Orangesand lemons keep best wrapped n paper and if possible laid in a drawer ^ y i