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>ji v Peace. it i ta»o* oHxjrxr. •» • , - • - The king on cumbered of hit crown. In cot content, can lay it down ; The bird far faring from her nest, Some kindly spray may rook to rest The lark led on through upper air, At eve forgets his journey there ; And th’ eagle's eyes on glories far, Ere long recede from sun and star. " The leaves which people lofty trees; The snow—shed foam of th’ over seas ; >JThe rain that rings along the sky,— Together meet and lowly lie. ’ v < hon too, O Soul, striving to soar ' - 5ach flight beyond the flight before, P Shalt, past the vexed years that yearn, ,-To hujjjbler haunts of Peace return. —Scribner. \ V ilittl s V«I,. III. NO. 151. OI.D NKUIKS. VOI.. VII. NO. ifot. AIKEN, S. C., THURSDA m- re and Death. ^wther?” “A battle, my child, ptgest lance may fail, lest eyes may be beguilded, V.-'toe stoutest heart may quaiL ^tere 5»e foes are gathered on every hand, And rest not, day nor night, $nd the feeble little ones must stand * In the thickest of the fight.” “What is Death, father?” “The rest, my . andTitrt/o are o’er, ' of God, who, calm and mild, need fight no more ; r away the demon band, LOf battle cease; and spear from the falling is an eternal peace.” lie, father! I tremble and fear i yield in that terrible strife. ” lie crown must be worn for heaven, dear, i the battle-field of fcifo. ly child, tho’ thy foes are strong and tried, He loveth the weak and small; lie Angels of Heaven are on thy side, And God is over all.” The “Revue dcs Deux Moucles” con- is several “ Incidents in the War of Mexican Independence,” from which re select the following thrilling scene. IA captain in the insurgent army is giv ing an account of a meditated night attack upon a hacienda, situated in the Cordillera, and occupied by a large force i&nish soldiers. After a variety of details, he continues : Having arrived at the hacienda nn- perceived, thanks to the obscurity of a moonless night, wo came to a halt under some large trees at some distance from the building, and I rode forward from my troop in order to reconnoitre the place. The hacienda, so far as I could see in gliding across the trees, formed a huge, massive parallelogram, strength ened by enormons buttresses of hewn stone. Along this chasm, the walls of the hacienda almost formed the continua tion of another perpendicular one, chis elled by nature herself in the rocks, to the bottom of which the eye could not penetrate, for the mists which incessantly boil up from below did not allow it to measure their awful depths. This place was known in the country by the name of “the Vcladero.” I had explored all sides of the build ing except this, when I know not what scruple of military honor incited me to continue my ride along the ravine whinh. the rear of the hacienda. Between the walls ana tne there was a narrow pathway about six feet wide; by day the passage would not have been dangerous, but by night it was a perilous enterprise. The walls of the farm took an extensive sweep, the path crept around their entire basement, and to follow it to the end in the dark- . ness, only two paces from the edge of a erpendicular chasm, was no very easy ’ ask even for as practiced a horseman as ; nyself. Nevertheless, I did not hesitate, xb*bat boldly urged my horse between the walls of the farmhouse and the abyss of * the Voladero. I had got over half the *' distance without accident, when all of a sudden my horse neighed aloud. This neigh made me shudder. I had reached a pass where the ground was but just wide enough for the four legs of a horse, and it was impossible to retrace my steps. “Halloo?”! exclaimed aloud, at the risk of betraying myself—which was even less dangerous than encountering a horseman in front of me on such a road. “ There is a Christian passing along the ravine! Keep hack.” It was too late, at that moment, a man horseback passed round one of the ! been in the country, lest mine, in a moment of terror, should precipitate me with yourself to the bot- tom of the abyss. ” i I marked in tot, that «* colonel - - - ’ j already held his pistols in his hands. ! We both maintained the most profound | silence. Our horses felt the danger like ■ ourselves, and remained as immovable as J if their feet were nailed to the ground, i My excitement had entirely subsided. ‘ ‘ What are we going to do ?” I demand ed of the colonel. “Draw lots which of the two shall leap into the ravine.” It was in truth the sole means of solving the difficulty. “ There are nev ertheless, some precautions to take,” said the colonel. “ He who shall be condemned by lot shall retire backwards. It will be but a feeble chance "’cape for him, I admit; but, in sh«^ V a chance, and especially one in ^ f tho winner. ” * j “You cling not to life, then,” I cried I out, terrified at the natty froid with : which this proposition was put to me. ^ | “ I cling to life more than vourself,” TERY OF LIFE. sharply replied the colonel, for I have a mortal outrage to avenge. But the time is slipping away. Are you ready to pro ceed to draw tho last lottery at which one of us will ever assist ?” How were we to proceed to this drawing by lot ? By means of the wet finger, like infants, or by head and tail, like the school-boys ? Both ways were im practicable. Our hands imprudently stretched out over the heads of our frightened horses might cause them to give a fatal start. Should we toss up a piece of coin, the night was too dark to enablei us to distinguish which side fell upwards. The colonel bethought him of an expedient of which I never should have dreamed. “Listen to me, captain,” said the col onel, to whom I had communicated my perplexities; “ I have another way. The terror which our horses feel makes them draw every moment a burning breath. The first of us two whose horse shall neigh ” “ Wins!” I hastily exclaimed. “ Not so—shall be the loser. I know that you are a countryman, and snch as you can do whatever you please with your horse. As to myself, who but last year wore the gown of a theological student, I fear your equestrian prowess. You many be~able to make your^ horse neigh—to hinder him from doing so is a very different matter. ” We waited in deep and anxious silence until the voice of one of our horses should break forth. This silence lasted or a minute—for an age ! It was my ! horse who neighed the first. The colonel i gave nc external manifestation of his I joy, but no doubt ho thanked God to the very bottom of his soul. “ You will allow me a minute to make my peace with Heaven ?” I said to the colonel, with failing voice. “ Will five minutes be sufficient?” “It will,” I replied. The colonel drew out his watch. I addressed to wards the heavens, brilliant with stars, which I thought I was looking up to for the last time, an intense and a burning prayer. “ It is time,” said the colonel. I answered nothing, and with infirm hand gathered up the bridle of my horse, and drew it within my fingers, which were agitated by a nervous tre mor. “Yet one moment more,” I said to the colonel, “ for I have need of all my coolness to carry into execution the fear ful raanceuvre which I am about to com mence.” “ Granted,” replied Garduno. My education, as I have told yon, hail . jeu in the country. My childhood, and .buttresses, which here and there oh- part of my earliest youth, had almost •tructed this accursed pathway. He ad- : l) een passed on horseback. I may say, I trembled in my without flattering myself, that if there was bathed in a wa<1 any one in the world capable of exe- , cutiug this equestrian feat, it was my self. I rallied myself with an almost danced towards me, middle; my forehead sweat. !For the love of God ! can you not re- |?” I exclaimed, terrified at the fear- Lsituation in which we both were issible !” replied the horseman, How voice. ^recommended my soul to God. To ?nr horses round for want of room, back them along the path which we had traversed, or to dismount from them, these were three impossibilities which supernatural effort, and succeeded in recovering my entire self-possession in the very face of death. Take it at the worst, I had already braved it too often to be any longer alarmed at it. From that instant, I dared to hope afresh. As soon as my horse felt, for the first time since my rencontre with the colonel, the bit compressing his mouth, I per ceived that he trembled beneath me. I placed us both in presence of a fearful strengthened myself firmly on my stir- doom. Between two horsemen so placed ru P H , to make the terrified animal uu- both upon this fearful path, had they derstand that his master no longer trem- been father and son, one of them must Wed. I held him up with the bridle and inevitably have become the prey of tho the hams, as every good horseman does abyss. But a few seconds had passed, a dangerous passage, and, with the and we were already face face—the bridle, the body, and the spur together, unknown and myself. Our horses were succeeded in backing him a few paces, head to head, and their nostrils, dilated with terror, mingled together with their fiery breathing. Both of us halted in a dead silence. Above was the smooth and lofty wall of the hacienda ; on the other side, but three feet distant from the wall, opened the horrible gulf. Was it an enemy I had before my eyes ? The the same manoeuvre. All on a sudden I His head was already at a greater dis tance from that of the horse of the colonel, who encouraged me all he could with his voice. This done, I let the poor trembling brute, who obeyed me in spite of his terror, repose himself for a few moments—and then recommenced love"of my country, which boiled at that period in my young bosom, led me to hope it was. “ Are you for Mexico and the insur gents?” I exclaimed, in a moment of excitement, ready to spring upon the felt his hind legs give way under me. A horrible shudder ran through my whole frame. I closed my eyes as if about to roll^to the bottom of the abyss, and I gave to my body a violent impulse on the side next the hacienda, the surface unknown horseman if ho answered me °f which offered not a single projectien, in the negative. not a single tuft of weeds to check my “Mexico e, Insurgente—that is my descent. This sudden movement, joined password,” replied the cavalier. “lam to the desperate struggles of my horse, the Colonel Garduno.” was the salvation of my life. He had “And I am the Captain Castanos !” sprung up again on his legs, which Onr acquaintance wan of long stand- 1 seemed ready to fall from under him, ing, and, but for our mutual agitation, bo desperately did I feel them tremble, we should have no need to exchange our I had succeeded in reaching, between names. the brink of the precipice and the wall “ Well, colonel,” I exclaimed, “ I am of the building, a spot some few inches sorry your are not a Spaniard—for you broader. A few more would have en- peroeive that oue of us must yield the abled me to turn him round, but to at- pathway to the other.” tempt here would have been fatal, and I Our horses had the bridle on their dared not venture. I sought to resume necks, and I put my hand in the holster’s my backward progress, step by step, of my saddle to draw out my pistols. Twice the horse threw himself on his “I see it so plainly,” replied the hind legs and fell down upon the same colonel, with alarming coolness, “ that spot. It was in vain to urge him anew, I should already have blown out the either with voice, bridle, or spur ; the brains of your horse, but for the fear ! animal obstinately refused to take a single step in the rear. Nevertheless I did not feel my courage yet exhausted, for I had no desire to die. One last and solitary chance of safety suddenly ap peared to me like a Hash of light, and I resolved to employ it. Through the fastening of my boot, and in reach of my hand, was passed a sharp and keen knife, which I drew from its sheath. With my left hand I began caressing the mane of my horse, all the while letting him hear my voice. The poor animal replied to my caresses by a plaintive neighing; then, not to alarm him ab ruptly, my hand followed by little and little the curve of his nervous neck, and finally rested upon the spot where the last of the vertebr® unites itself with the cranium. The horse trembled, but I calmed him with my voice. When I felt his very life, so to speak, palpitate in his brain beneath my fingers, I leaned over towards the wall, my feet gently slid from the stirrups, and with one vig orous blow I buried the pointed blade of my knife in the seat of the vital princi ple. The animal fell as if thunder struck, without a single motion; and for myself, with my knees almost as high as my chin, I found myself on horseback across a corpse. I was saved ! I uttered a triumphant cry, which was responded to by the colonel, and which the abyss re-echoed with a hollow sound, as if it felt that its prey had escaped from it. I quitted the saddle, sat myself down be tween the wall and the body of my horse, and vigorously pushed with my feet against the carcass of the wretched ani mal, which rolled down into the abyss. I then arose, and cleared at a few bounds the distance which separated the place where I was from the plain ; and under the irresistible reaction of the terror which I had so long repressed, I sank in a swoon upon the ground. When I re opened my eyes, the colonel was by my side. ADRIFT ON THE ATLANTIC. Words of Wisdom. People do not lack strength ; they lack will. To live long it is necessary to live slowly. Felicity, not fluency of language, is a merit. Our pleasant vices make instruments to scourge ns. Letters which are warmly sealed are often coldly opened. A wound from a tongue is worse than a wound from the sword ; the latter af fects only the body, the former the spirit, the soul. A man’s fortune is frequently decided by his first address. If pleasing others at once conclude he has merit; but if ungraceful they decide against him. No grandeur can there be in life, no noble prospect can stretch out before us, unless we pitch the tent high up, or un less we keep the lofty places of our spiritual estate as peaks of vision for frequent visits. No man can force the harp of his own individuality into the people’s heart; but every man may play upon tho chords of the people’s heart who draws his in spiration from the people’s instinct. The pleasures of the worlA are deceit ful ; they promise more than they give. They trouble us in seeking them ; they do not satisfy us when possessing them and they make us despair in losing them. There is no funeral so sad to follow as the funeral of onr own youth, which we have been pampering with fond de sires and ami titious hopes, and all the bright berries that hung in poisonous clusters over the path of life. Russia’s Wheat Harvest* Among the latest news items from Eu rope is a statement that the wheat har vest has almost entirely failed in Russia —that is, in the middle and southern states. But there is an abundant pro duct of wheat in central Siberia, which is not the sterile and frozen country that is generally believed. A Russian merchant, whose name (Siberia Koff) indicates tho country of his nativity, taking advantage of the enormous product and ridiculously low price of grain iu Siberia, has arranged for the dispatch of a large quantity of it from the mouth of the Yenesei, in the northern part of Asiatic Russia, to the port of London, Siberian com being given in exchange for foreign manufac tures, which are scarce and excessively dear in that remote part of Russia, the transmission by sea being comparatively cheap. If it be asked why this Siberian grain is not sent to the Russians at the seat of war, who greatly require it, the fact is that several thousand miles lie between the Arctic Ocean into which the Yenesei discharges itself and the ports of the Black sea. The delay, cost and distance render such transmission almost im practicable. ^ A Night’s Strange Journey. A party of young men crossed the Grefansee, Canton Zurich, to Fallandel, Switzerland, a few days since, to witness the consecration of a new church. On arriving at their destination, they fas tened their craft with a long chain to the jetty, and after going to church, and eating a good supper, washed down by copious libations of beer, they went down to their boat. It was already dark, bo they made the best of their way homeward. The journey was long and tedious. On and on they went, but the harder they rowed the less progress they seemed to make. They were in de spair; some of them thought they were doomed for their sins to remain forever on the lake. When dawn broke, the crew were well nigh spent, two of them lay in the bottom of the boat, utterly exhausted. They looked round, they looked twice, they looked thrice, before they could realize the fact that they had forgotten to unloose their boat from the chain, and that they had been rowing for their lives the night through within a few yards of the newly consecrated church. A Captain’s Htory of Eleven Bays of suf fering—>IIis Schooner Wrecked In a Hurricane—I.lvlng on Potato Pulp. “The Moero,” said Captain Gnesar Doucet, of the lost schooner Moero, to a New York Sun reporter, “ with a crew of five, and laden mainly with fish and lumber, sailed from Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, for Martinique on the 29th of August. We had perfect weather until the 15th of September, when we met a gale from the east. It carried away some of our smaller sails. At daybreak on the 16th the gale had abated, but in creased during the day, aud at midnight it was a hurricane from the southwest. The Moere was capsized and lay on her beam ends. The masts were under water. The sea swept over us—we wenf all on deck when the schooner was cap sized, and wo had to cling to the rigging. We cat away our weather lanyard—the rigging was torn away by the sea—and the schooner righted, full of water. Then we lashed ourselves to the stumps of the masts. We were lashed when daylight came and showed us that the schooner was even more water-logged than we had supposed her to be. The day passed, and we dared not cut our lashings. We suffered from hunger and thirst, and saw before us only a slow and torturing death. On the 19th, the gale abating, we cut our lashings and began to do what we could to clear the schoon er. On the 20th, the gale subsided, the sun shone, and a light breeze came from the east. We bailed out about two feet of water from the hold, and then lay down on the deck exhausted at sundown. We slept, though we were drifting, we knew not where, on a hopeless wreck. In the afternoon of next day we fished I a barrel of potatoes out of the hold. The mate, with a bit of tin scraped a potato into a tin cap that one of us had saved, nng gave me the first taste. I believe I never tasted anything so sweet. The potato scrapings and juice were both I food and drink, and I swallowed them I greedily. Then the other men were! helped. So we fed ourselves on the I next day. On the 22d, having no sparl left, we rigged a jury mast out of the iibl traveler, and took the staysail for a sail.f Then we steered as nearly as possible westward. We had no compass, an<3 steered by the sun in the day, and b; the moon and stars at night. So w< drifted on, for the sail made scarcely difference in our progress, hoping for rescue. We" contrived to get anothej barrel of potatoes, a barrel of fioiir aa< a box of codfish out of the hold. Thi flour .was useless, but we used the pota toes as before, and the codfish. Our suffering from thirst, of course, was terribly increased by the codfish. On the 25th we had grown so weak that we could only crawl about tho deck. We drifted for four days, and at sunset on the 28th we saw the smoke of the steam er Ayreshire curling up in the horizon. In our joy, we were almost beside our selves. We steered so as to cross the steamer's bow. She came swiftly toward us, and soon her captain hailed us and took us on board. ” unG A Wounded Officer’s Letter. Lieut Henry Romeyn, of the Fifth infantry, who was wounded in the fight with the Nez Perces Indians, has written a letter, dated October 8, to a friend in Adrian, Mich., in which he says : “I was shot through the right lung, the bullet striking two inches below the nipple, breaking a rib where it entered and again where it came out (about two inches from the spine), and for about eighteen or twenty hours my life hung by tL“ merest thread. In fact I did not expect to get off the field, and turned over all my things to one of the men near me. But fom ©.C, the brave allows dragged me off, lying on' iilpir faces to do it, as the Indians, from tlii^covc -, picked off every man who rose up.''- /Ve were acting as ‘mounted infantry, came into action mounted, but my ho: was shot in less than two minutes, anj got a couple of hits in the way of sp balls, etc., which, however, were ‘ on the ring,’ and did not count. We about 100 miles from the nearest p< on the Missouri river, where we can sure of water for steamers, and the will be a hard one, but I hope to through all right. Am pretty well out, but there is some ‘grit ’ left, a that and an iron will counts for thing, I’ll come out all right.” Geography of Flori i.i, The geography of Fieri . is mu| and of special interest. It beautiful rivers and lakes, ab' fish of excellent quality. of the State is level, the hi? nence in the State is not over and while some of the land and undulating, like a western the most of it is a dead level. State contains 59,268 square mile 87,931,530 acres. It is the same tude and is thermal with southern fomia, Madeira, Egypt, Persia, Ari| Hindoostan, Thibet and China, average breadth of the peninsula miles, and is fanned by the gulf on one side and the trade winds oil other, and thus, with so slight a brj every portion is exposed to the bff purifying influences of almost con] oceanic winds, and from all these [ graphical peculiarities has result pleasantness and salubrity of cli^ and a power of vegetative prodt so wonderful as to be almost incre A Peculiar Snuff Box. A San Francisco doctor has an| snnff box lined with gold, and bt on the lid a minatnre landscape I inches long and an inch and a half | and consisting of 9,000 nieccA of They are so small and are so artistically that the genj that of a delicately finis): ivory. The box is saij presented by the Empi her surgeon, whose gave it to the present < 760, or perhaps a few more ; in all, I haps, 1,000 or 1,100 Turks were puif of combat. The Russians had left i times the btimber behind them ; am qnite unable to explain it oij other ground than that at last th(, sians were so terror-stricken tha were unable to ran, and so were and killed without very much tj It was a difficult task, no doubt, { mount that hill in face of tho 1 the first instance, but a more task to descend it again in safd once those Turks returned and J Pleasant Homes. At a recent meeting of the ence Congress in Aberdeen,J Mr. John Forbes White read j titled “ How can art bo bestl into the houses of persons o| come ?” He attempted there is not a room of the chanic that might not be ful home. This result couj plished, he said, by the house using their eyes, learn to enjoy beautiful them in every-day life, relation of the parts of harmony of form and col tion of light and shs subtlty and simplicity 0Wtml 877. $2.00 per Annum, in Advance. IM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. Farm Notes. Underdraining is a measure of farm [mnomy, and it is in every way import- it that it should be done economically, made to needlessly cost twice as much it ought, it will pay only half the rofit it should, and the farmer is pro- [ortionately discouraged in his good fork. By being careful to dig when ground is in tbe best condition, doing jnnch as possible with horse-plows a .aw: «"> “ 8t °! ” at ;? g derdramo may r<xluc .“ 1 ‘ 0 allest possible amount.—i\,*T a ’orker. Farmers who hold back their wheat, ay and other products, because they ill not sell for the prices they think |hould be obtained, are generally in the md losers. They do not take into ac- unt the risk they incur by withholding Iheir crops. There is no truer axiom [ban that a “ bird in the hand is worth wo in the bush.” As a rale the most uccessful farmers dispose of their crops soon as they are ready for the market, ,t current prices. The mind is then re- ieved of anxiety and all chances cl loss e removed, with the doubtful chance, t is true, of higher prices.—German- own Telegraph. The writer of this has produced the est results in the feeding of plants by e use of composted muck and barn- ard manure well rotted, and it is made in this wise : A layer of muck is put on the side of the compost heap, and upon this a layer of barn-yard manure ; upon this another layer of muck, and so on alternating muck and manure, until the heap is four or five feet high. The manure is used iu about tbe proportion of one to three of the muck. The whole pile gradually heats and • rots together, so that without further stirring over, if the heap is made in early autumn, it will be in the best of shape to use in the fol lowing spring.—Detroit Free Preat. Speaking of the winter preservation of cabbages, the New York Herald says : “ The winter sorts should be left in the ground as late as they can be pulled up by the roots, which in this climate will be about the end of November. Place in trenches, leaving a space six feet wide between them. Have the ground level where the cabbages are placed, so that they may pack nicely. Pack the head close together, leaving the rootsugfS^. the weather grows colder, egy^face be- ally with earth : il-v^-u’irtifby the time weeft.tl-e iront® •'^ywill have a covering five or-’X inches of soil. The roots 1 still be partially exposed. If it is ssary to cover a large quantity of ages, a more expeditious method is a furrow, in which place the heads e cabbages and then turn in the soil em. As this covers them up with at once, it is not so good as the other which has the great advantage of aying the final covering as long as «t will permit. Good cauliflower and coli may be had as late as January, lacing unmatured heads in a light 'ar or cold frame. ” A Florida Beauty. Says a Florida correspondent: I le- member one evening in August gazing listlessly shoreward at the little Spanish villas scattered along the beach while the cool influences of a Florida breeze laden with the scent of a large orange grove on shore exerted itself in behalf of Morpheus. Thus occupied, I was not made aware of any one’s approach until, catching the sound of a paddle gently applied, I just turned in time to see the sharp bow of a little prow glide along side my boat, and with the grace of Venus a black-eyed little beauty gath ered the painter of her prow in her hand an J enraug lightly into the bow of my cork-like which scarcely felt the intrusion, fo textrou^J ™s it accom plished. I quickly saw from . the basket she held in her hand that she H*-' 1 a “shell girl ” of the Spanish rtU?©, many of whom realize a handsome little income from their shells, which they gather in great quantities and sell them to strangers in the city. Slipping toward me with an easy grace, feho deposited her basket on the seat beside me, and, kneel ing in the bottom of the boat, proceeded o sk illfully select her prettiest speci mens, which was quickly accomplished, and which were soon before my eyes, held in a palm I was silently admiring, and trying to decide which were the pinkest, the shells or her hand. Of medium size and graceful as Hebe, black, glossy hair and big lustrous eyes, a com plexion of a dark, creamy brown, and head as flney poised as that of the most aristocratic ball room belle. Over her shoulders was thrown a light, gauzy mantilla, and she wore a skirt of some light material. The feet were bare, the canseof which I assigned to the inability of her shoemaker to provide a covering small and delicate enough to cover the dainty specimens before me, upon which glistened the sparkling drops from the bayou, that reminded one of pearls. cased in a casket of pink silk. being. in Fraudulent Failures. Register Fitch’s record of bankruptcy New York during the past two years s a document of much interest. The ailures during that time represent debts f $40,000,000. The register says it has ecome the “ almost universal practice ” in New York to get np the biggest kind of frauds in business failures. We knew tho fact pretty well before, says a corre spondent, but the register gives figures. Imagine a firm failing for $500,000, and having $50,000 assets, and the members continuing to live just as extravagantly as before the failure took place. Mr. Fitch also says there is more actual swindling by parties going into bank ruptcy than has been accomplished by rotten savings banks and fraudulent life insurance companies. His list fills a whole page of the lletald. Let me gather just a few cases to show the astonishing difference between liabilities and assets. They are taken at random from the list. Of course the names of the parties need not be given : A Wild Man in Nebraska. The Fremont (Neb.) Tribu to us with an article giving.*^ discovery of a wii4 rctanji^' a& ' v -cinity. Two young men heating water fowl when tln-w - e u P on tbi8 8traD 8 e just emerging from a recs and nnde»b*ush when aught sight of him. He was u in the most primitive style, con- s.sting of a woolen shirt. He had a stick in his hand, which he swung around his head, as if striking at something he saw in the air, and uttering the while a sharp, unearthly noise. Like a wild animal, he was constantly on a sharp lookout, nervously looking this way and that, as his ear detected the least un usual noise, or his eye noticed the shak ing of a reed, or anything that was the least extraordinary. After a few mo ments he squatted on his haunches under a tree and began to dig in the ground with his hands and the stick, and occasionally carrying something to his mouth, which he seemed to be eat ing. The boys became more interested in the strange being than in the object of their hunt, and crawled cautiously toward him until near enough to satisfy their curiosity. He was digging roots and feeding upon them. As nearly as they could judge from appearance, he was about forty or forty-five years of age, of strong and bony frame; his hair was so long as to fall in snarls over bronzed and dirty shoulders; his beard, like his hair, long and shaggy, and his entire body covered with hair which could not have been less than an inch long. His complexion must have been originally light, as his hair was of a lightish brown. After viewing him a short time, they concluded to retreat. After going a few steps, tho monster sprang up and stared intently at them. Becoming frightened he sprang into the Platte, crossed over to Little Island, and disappeared in its thick underbrush. It is notices that' waif from home.? 7 Habit, with i^tiron sinews, clasps and leads us day Our consul at Liverpool sends word that American poultry, alive or defld, will find a market there. When you hear a man say: “ Life is but a dream,” tread on his corns and wake him up. Life is real. A kiss by telephone is said to be something like starting out for a clam bake dinner and gettinflywtbing but fog. The total number of. human beings on the earth is computed at 3,000,000,000, and they speak three thousand and sixty- three known tongues. Joseph Hansen, a traveling salesman for a New York house, has, during the last year, killed seven robbers and burglars. He admits it himself. The courage that can face the cannon’s mouth without flinching is of a high order, but does it outrank that required to look a cold cook-stove in the face about five a. m.? A gross insult has been offered to the American flag, and that too, by an American. This outrage was no less than seizing the glorious stars and stripes for a board bill in New York. A baby was born at Benton Harbor, Mich., recently, which weighed only a pound and a half. It was perfectly healthy and natural, except for its diminutive size and the very aged look of ii& fa® 6 , and seemed likely to live, till one day it >T.as taken suddenly sick and soon died. WHAT THE TRUE POET TEACHES. He teaches love to suffer and be pore. That virtue conquers if it but endure. That noblest gifts should serve the noblest That be^H richest who the most befriends; That through life’s journey, dark or bright tne day, Fate’s not unkind, whatever men may say, If Goodness walks companion of their way. Mr. Agassiz says that in certain Amazonian tribes, on the day of his marriage, while the wedding festivities are going on, the bridegroom’s hands are tied up in a paper bag with fire-ants. If he bears this torture smilingly and un moved, he is considered fit for the trials of matrimony. A very tall, thin man said that he “ had a cold in his head, origins tin flpi'Tn wet feet.” She looked at from head to foot and back aMU'in, as measuring the distance the travel, and then ejaculaf me! you must have-got your leet wet i~-J time last year.” f A writer in the New York Evening I {W-says that Mr. Sumner, who was fas- i tidibusly exact in all matters of official ; etiquette, once said in his (the writer’s) of the | presence that “ the proper address of a member of Congress is simply ‘Mr. Smith;’ of a Senator, ‘Mr. Senator;’ of a cabinet secretary, ‘Mr. Secretary,’ and of the President, ‘ Mr. President;’ and the proper pronoun for them all is if !cld had to Gracious ‘ you.’ An imperial prince was born Septem ber 23 to the Emperor of Japan by one of his twelve subordinate wives. Yaniguara, a daughter of an ancient and influential house of the old Kioto nobility. By a traditional law of Japan the mikado has twelve wives in addition to the legitimate empress, to provide for contingencies of non-succession. No disgrace attaches to the position, and the purity of the un broken descent for nearly thiee thousand years is owing to this custom. But in the present state of opinion there are many objections to the custom, and probably it will not be continued after this reign. If the present empress had children the custom would be abolished without delay. . « Case No. 2. Case No. 5 .... Case No. 6 Case No. 7 Case No. 8 Assets. Liabilities. $70,000 00,000 06,000 100,000 108,000 117,000 116,000 ... 10,000 235.000 260.000 305,000 435,000 512,000 870,000 4.000 1,000,000 *1,364,000 Toads in Tight Places. Many instances are reported of the discovery of toads immured in a prison of solid rock, whore they have seemingly been confined for ages. The circum stances relating to such cases have not, however, been noted by witnesses whose account could be accepted by scientific men as thoroughly conclusive. An in stance of the kiud has been recently re corded iu La Nature, which is regarded by that journal as entirely authentic. In the building of a new chateau in the Department of Aisne, materials from the old chateau were used as much as possible. This building dated from the end of the seventeenth century. Oue piece of stone had iu the middle of one side a large moist portion ; it seemed otherwise sound. The stone was sawn to remove the moist exterior (the mois ture was attributed to a flow of water into the stone of the old building), and was pnt in position in a window. Time went on, and the stone (much to the builder’s disappointment) did not dry, but presented a villainoas contrast to its surroundings. It was at length decided move and sacrifice it, in order to out the cause. , On sawing right _e_ moist part, a ~ Saved by His Cap. Prince Andronikoff, a Russian general appointed to quell the insurrection in Georgia, thinks there is nothing like leather. Late in September he invited to his headquarters the principal officers of his detachment and the government officials of the Alazinski district. At midnight he went to his study, and while on his way back to the main saloon hap pened to pass through a dimly lighted room looking upon the garden, close to the door of which he espied a mau in native costume standing in the gloom. Andronikoff advanced toward the stranger to ask him his business, but before he hail moved many steps the man sprang out upon him and struck at his head with a dagger, which, impeded by tho leather peak of his forage cap, inflicted only a trifling wound. Although half-blinded, the general closed with his assailant, and wresting the weapon from his hand endeavored to make the man prisoner, but the latter broke away from him, ran into the garden, and, fa vored by the darkness, effected his es cape. A Serious Mistake. An amusing story comes from Milan. A young girl, about to be married, re ceived from an acquaintance, as a wed ding present, a little package, which, when she opened it, found it to contain bank notes for several hundred francs. Full of gratitude, she hastened to pay a visit to so generous a friend, and over powered her with thanks. The friend, amazed at so much gratitude for a pres ent which she knew to be only a book, began to suspect something, and going to the drawer from which she had taken tho gift, found that she had made a great mistake, and had given to the young bride a large sum of money, which, from its being made up in a similar manner, she had mistaken for the package con ing the lit^^hj^jp She hastened to brid^was obliged with them been don A Lawyer’s Downfall. The New York correspondent of the De troit Free Press writes : Ludlow Street jail is a famous place lor men who have had to come down in the world. One of the latest additions to its population is a gentleman who lived in noble style on Fifth avenue only a week ago. He owned and occupied one of the “mansions of the elite,” and all his friends thought he had barrels of money. The name of the gentleman is Griswold. He is a lawer r and before the mishaps that brought him to Castle Ludlow, he stood pretty well up in the profession. He made a specialty of recovering from tho treasury excessive duties paid by importers, and the business was' so profitable that he amassed qnite a fortune at it. The house he occupied was thought to be worth $130,000. Tho furniture was es timated at $70,000. He gave fine dinners occasionally, and was reputed a million aire. But it seems the million was all air. There wasn’t much substance in it anyway. Mr. Griswold got into trouble the other day. Parties holding judg ments against him insisted on having them satisfied. The sheriff took pos session. Then a marshal came along to see about another financial unpleasant ness of the same sort, and tho sheriff could not let him in. A red flag flying from one of the parlor windows caused a great sensation in the fashionable neigh borhood. Next, a man who had loaned money to Mr. Griswold and tqken a chattel mortgage as security, made a charge of crookedness in the transaction and obtained a warrant. That was what led to Mr. Griswold’s visit to Castle Ludlow, and his detention there by the hospitable warden and his men at arms. It is really a sad case, and I have no desire to make light of it. What has become of the fortune that the Fifth avenue lawyer was supposed to have amassed, nobody seems to know. Cause for Thankfulness. On one occasion Charles Dickens was upholding the tlieory that whatever trials and difficulties might stand in a man’s path, there was always something to be thankful for. “Let mo in proof thereof,” said Dickens, “ relate a story. Two men were hanged at Newgate for murder. The morning arrived ; the hour approached ; the bell of St. Sepulchre’s began to toil; the convicts were pin ioned ; the procession was formed ; it advanced to the fatal beam ; the ropes were adjusted round the poor men’s necks. There were thousands of motley sight-seers of both sexes, of all agee, - men, women and children in fr scaffold, when just at that time a bull, which was being' Smithfleld, broke its rope the mob right and left, scatt^Hg people everywhere with its horns. Bhereopon one of the condemned men tuntfe^ to his too equally unfortunate companion, and quietly observed : ‘ I say, Jack, it’s a good thing we aiut in that crowd I*” THIS PAGE CONTAINS FLAWS AND OTHER DEFECTS WHICH MAY APPEAR ON THE FILM