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113nett 1.GOOD NIGHT.

Beyond thepress of loss and gain,How sweet at eve to creep

And fold about my weary brainThe lotus leaves of steep,

And all the throbs of daily paleIn opiate (uncles sleep.

No lotus leaf—no Indian wine—Like evening's inviiiic claims,

Descending under dusk divine,And dropping tender balms

Iido this lowly heart of mineThatasketh God for alms.

0! blessedWithchrisßlee m opf holyanointin nightgme,

Ana blinding me that I may neeBeyond all earthly eight,

And inding me that I may beRele based for viewless flight.

Upborne from dust of dully things,

And freed from curb of clayTo mount upon ethereal wino—

Through boundless worlds to el myAnd drink at Life's eternal sprltign,

I3eYond the founts of day.

Oh! loving Sleep! that hringeth dreamsTo woo, with waving hands,

And call us back by pleasant streamsA nd over silvery strands,

Where Memory, (lice moonlight, gleam.Across the shining sands.

O! tide of Sleep! thus softly BowsThrough pleasure's gard. 0 blooms.

Anil ebbs, In sorrowful repose,Beneath oar tiorrow's glooms,

Where Memory, like moonlight, showsThe nn sits on all our tomb,.

0! gentle Sleep! 0! .10tnn Death!Twin angels, darkly bright,

That kh4 our eyes. 11.11d seal our !wonth

And sally veil the lightI know not which It be thatsalt

The tenderest "(loud Night."

flaisccilancousTile Nopement

" Your aunt Churlton and cousin Jennie will be here on the next train, Itus.sell " said Mr. Wilder to his nephew.—" You had better get the pony chaise,and bring them from the—"

"Can't. Am going away myself,sir."

The—the d—l you lire !" respondedthe old gentleman, pushing his specta-cles up over his forehead, and regard-ing his nephew with an air of surpriseand consternation.

"Yes, sir. Charley 1 hint invited 1111'

out to his place for a few weeks, and Ithought I might us well go now as anytime."

" I should say tliat it was a verystrange time to be leaving !mine. Youraunt and cousin will consider it AS apersonal atfrt int, sir."

" It is not intended as such, sir.—'Thhough to lie frank, considering theobject of Jennie's visit, I prefer not to

see her. And I must say that I thinkshe would have shown more sense anddelicacy if she would have stayedaway."

" Your cousin is a very lovely littlegirl, Mr. Impudence, and won't belikely to go a -begging."

" I don't doubt it in the leueL. Butfor all that, she won't suit me for a

wife, uncle,""How do you know that, you con-

ceited young donkey, when you neversaw her?" inquired the irate old man,bringing his cane down upon the floorwith startlihg emphasis.

" Common sense teaches we that nomarriage can be a happy one that doesnot, spring from mutual love. And onething I am resolved, that I will nevermarry from mercenary motives."

" Nobody wants you to marry thegirl unless you like her!" roared Mr.Wilder, his face growing purple withrage and vexation lit his nephew's per-versity. All I ask is that you will stay

and see her. And this is a point I in-sist upon—yes, sir, l insist upon it I"

" I am sorry to disobey you, uncle,lint if I should stay, iL will only giverise to conclusions that I am 11115i011S toavoid, but I will, tell you what I will

' do. I will relinquish all claim to theproperty that you lire so anxious shouldnot be divided. As that seems to lie themain object, I think that it ought to liesatisfactory to all parties."

A few minutes later Russell passed bythe window, valise In hand,

Ho nodded good humoreilly to hisuncle as he glanced in, who glared alterhint in speechless rage.

" Ile shan't have a penny—not a

penny!" he growled, as sinking backin his (Muir, lie wiped the perspirationfrom his forehead.

" What's the matter now ?" said thegentle voice of his I,‘,•ife, Polly, who hadjust entered the room.

" Matter enough, I should say. Rus-sell has gone—actually cleared out, so as

not to see his cousin. What do youthink of that

" 1 think you'll Intro another altar

of the gout, If you get yourself so ex.

cited," said the good lady, as she placii'ly resumed her knitting.

" Wind's to he dune now ?"

" Nothing, that I can see.and Jpinto hail seen each other beforethey hadfany 'lotion that you wantedthem to marry, ten to one but that theywould have !Olen head nod ears ill lovewith each other; but as matters are

now, I don't believe it would be Of theleast use. From what Ellett Writes me,I should think Jennie to be as much op-posed to, it us Russell. She says shecan't bear to hear his name mentioned,and that it was as much as she could doto get her consent to conie at all, whenshe heard that Russell was at home."

"They are lt couple of simpletons,"said the old gentleman, testily. "I'vegot half a nilud to make another will,and leave my property to some charita-ble institution !"

In going to Dighton, whither lie was11011 nil, Russell Wilder had to travel partof the way by stage.

There was only .110 passenger besideshimself, for which he was not sorry,the day being very hot and sultry.

This passenger was a lady—there wasan air of unmistakable latlyhood abouther which told him that. He noticed liar.titularly the daintily gloved hands andwell-hitting boots.

Her graceful form indicated Lhat shewas both young and pretty, but hecould not seedier face on account of theenvious veil that hid it.

;tut as soon as she got comfortably set-tled in tile corner, to which Mussel as-sisted her, site threw it back, disclosing

a lair, sweet cave, lighted by a pair .ofwondrously bright. black eyes, whichshot a swift, bewildered plane- into his,that were so intently regarding her.

Tim sudden starting of the coach,which soon sent. the lady's parcels fromthe seat to the floor, gave Russell an op-portunity or speaking., as he returnedthem, of which lie was not slow to takeadvantage.

From this they fell easily into conver-sation ; and it was I,lll'lOllS 110 W a,ciablethey became.

They talked of the beautiful scenerythrough which they were passing; ofthe newest books and latest magazines,some of which Russell had with him.

The lady inwardly thought her cola-panion to be the most entertaining andagreeable man she ever met with. Andus for Russell, lie often lost the threadof his discourse in admiring the reddimpled lips, and the pearly teeth theydisclosed whenever she spoke or smiled.

Certainit is, his four hours' ride from11 to Dighton, were the shortestfour hours he had ever known in hislife.

'• Where do you,want to be left, sir?"inquired the coachman as lie enteredthe village.

"At Mr. Charles Hunt's, Locust Hill.Do you know where that Is?' said Rus-sell, putting tile head out of the window,

" Certainly, sir; take you there in a' jiffy."

" Why there's where I'm goine!"said the lady, opening her eyes widely.Nelly—Mi. Hunt's wife is my mostparticular friend; we used to go to schooltogether?"

And Charley Hunt Is one of thefinest fellows In the world."

" How veryoud !"

"How very fortunate!" exclaimed' Russell, with a meaning glance at his

fair companion, which made the rosycheeks still more rosy.

" Might I take the liberty of inquir-ing-1"

But justat this moment the stage stop-ped In front of the house, on the porticoof which stood Mr. and Mm. Hunt, en-joying the evening breeze.

In a moment Russell was shaking• hands with the former, while Tale com-

panion rushe pagerly into the arms ofthe surprised affd delighted wife.

" Why, whata happy surprise, Jen-nie!" she said, after spiriting her visi-tor off to her own room ;

" I Lad givenup all idea of seeing you this summer."

And I had no idea of being able tocome, until just before I started. Yousee, mamma—my step -mamma,youknow—was going to Uncle Wider's,and she insisted on my going with her;to see the hateful, disagreeable cousinof mine, that they are determined to

marry me to. So when mamma wasbusy packing, I just put on my thingsand slipped off; leaving a note to tellwhere I was going. Wasn't that agood joke on them all !"

"I should think it was said Nellie,with a burst ofthe occasion warranted."Where merriment,farmothan

n I sawwho your companion was, I thought youwere out on your wedding tour?"

"No, indeed, never saw the man untilhe got Into the stage at YBut,really,he Is the finest looking man Iever saw, and so agreeable. Who ishe?"

"Oh,l'll introduce you when you comedown stairs. There's Sarah wanting to

see me about supper. You'll have onlyto dress. Mind and look your prettiest!"

And with a roguish shake of her fin-ger at her friend, Nellie ran away to seeabout supper.

If Jennie did not 'look her prettiest,'she certainly looked very lovely as sheentered the supper room, her linen suitexchanged for a fresh, soft muslin,

whose simplicity and purity were re-

lieved only by the violet-colored rib-bons in the hair and throat.

Russell had also taken great painswith his toilet as could be seen by hisspotless 110511 and carefully arrangedh dr.

The pause that followed Jennie's en-

trance was broken by Mr. hunt, who inresponse to a meaning glance from hiswife, said:

" Russell, allow me to introduce toyou, your cousin Jennie ; Miss Charlton,your cousin, Russell Wilder."

The embarrassment which followedthe blank astonishmentdnto which thisannouncement threw the parties so un-

expectedly made known to each other,was quickly dispelled IbY the turn that

,was given it by their host and hostess." I suppose you'll want to book your•

self fur the next stage?" said Mr. Ifun'shyly to Russell, who had been talkerinto his friend's confidence.

And said his wife, turning

son gave his hostess a short but effectivelecture on connubial duties, after whichhe seated himself comfortably before the

fire.When the woman's husband returned

heepeecattefully parson ew ditthh atthhee haedatestthepower to raise the devil at will.

"liaising the Devil."It was a dark and tempestuous night,

a night to fill the soul with fright ; thethunders pealed, the lightnings flashed,the wild beasts squealed and the ele-ments clashed, while the rain from

prabove in torrents dashed, when a pooreacher of the gospel wended his way

through the dismal intricacies of a west-ern forest many years ago.

The poor man felt anything but com-fortable for he was wet through to theskin, and almost tried to death. He hadbeen tramping about since morning, be-sides he had lost his way, so that thereader can guess the state of mind hewas in, and also appreciate the suddentransition from despair to hope whichhe experienced on seeing the glimmerof a light ahead. He quickenedhis flag-

ging footsteps and soon came up to thelight, which issued from the only win-dow of a solitary log cabin in the forest.

Remembering the scriptural injunc-tion " knock and it shall be opened untoyou, he did so ; but without meetingwith any response. He rapped again,louder than before, and this time a grufffemale voice asked :

" Who's there t"'" I," was the indefinite reply of

our rainsoalted parson.•• Well, who are you and what do you

want:"' asked the voice, gruffer thanbefore.

"A peer, benighted preacher of thegospel who has lost his way, and whowishes to stay here to-night,' answeredthe parson, in a dolorous voice.

" Well, stay there—l don't see what'sto hinder you."

"But I um almost starved, and I willpay you liberly for some supper." he re-

sponded chattering with cold and not iuthe least appreciating the joke.

The words "liberly pay" acted likeopen sesame, and after a few momentsof delay, occasioned by the unfasteningof the door, it writ opened and our pas-tor entered.

He found himself in a rough apart-ment with a large tire-place at one end,on which a great log fire was blazing; a

rough deal tattle and three chairs, be-sides a box lilted with dry flax, com-

prised its furniture.liut all minor deficiencies seemed to

be more than made up by the lady of thehouse, for she was fully six feet in heightmid weighed nigh unto three hundredpounds.

After having placed some food on thetattle she turned to the parson, whostood shivering before the tire, makingfutile attempts to dry himself by alter-nately turning one side, then the otherto the tire.

Now I want you to eat thisgrub asquick as you know how, and thentramp, for it's perfectly impossible forme to keep you here over night!"

" But my good woman," said the prO.'•-son, anxiously, " I shall perish in thisinclement weather; I have been wan-dering in this fearful storm since morn-ing, and if you will have any compas-sion or pity at all you will try and giveniesome place where I can be shelteredfront this storm fur the night," and heoffered her a five dollar bill.

" Well," said the woman, avaricious-ly clutching the money " if you thinkyou can stay in the garret, maybe youcan stay ; but hurry up, for I expect myhusband home every minute, and it'sas much as your life is worth if lieshould find you here, for lie's a verydevil incarnate, and would think no

more of murdering you than he wouldof shooting a grizzly !"

The woman produced a short ladderas she spoke and bade the parson to getup hi the garret.

There was a small drop" or trap

door in the ceiling, winch raised of itsown accord on the parson's head press-ing it upward, and not without somedifficulty he managed to squeeze him-self through the aperture.

After he was up, the woman told himto shut the trap and not to make anynoise for his life, and then taking theladder away, the parson was left to hisown reflections.

Wet and uncomfortable as he was, hisfatigue was such that he had almostfuller asleep, when lie was disturbed bysome one's knocking at the door.

Being somewhat curious to knowwhat sort of a nun his unknown hostwas, he arose and peered through a

smith crack in the door into -the roombeneath.

Ire saw the woman open the door cau-tiously, and after admittffig a short,thick-set man in a heavy cloak, lock Itagain.

From the mysterious actions andwhisperings that ensued, our parsonrightly concluded that the person whohad just entered was not the woman'shusband but her paramour, who hadtaken advantage of the husband's ab-sence to pay the woman a nocturnalvisit.

After whispering together for a whilethe woman went to a cupboard and pro-duced a bottle of whiskey and a plate ofham and bread, which she set on thetable, and the twain were soon engagedin a loving repast.

While the parson was watching theguilty couple there came a thunderingknock at the door, which caused themboth to jump to their feet in the greatestconsternation. Without a moment's lossor time, the woman ran to the box of fluxand emptied its contents upon the floor;she then bade the man, who was almostscared to death, to get into the box,whichhe was only too glad to do, and when hewas id she rapidly covered him up withthe flax. The womaCthen ran to thedoor and unbolted it, all the while rub-bing her eyes as if just awkened out ofher sleep.

" Why the devil don't you let a fellerstand outside all night!" exclaimed thenew-comer, a tall, powerful, villainouslooking man, clad in a hunter's garb.ashe dealt her a ringing box on the ear.

"I was asleep and didn't hear you be-I fore!" whimpered the woman. "Anddon't for Clod's sake, curse so much,for there's a Methodist minister up inthe g,arrett."

" Who cares for the Methodist minis-ter I'd like to know? But I'll soon havehim out of this hole? Here, you oldcanting hypocrite, come out of this andshow your.self, or I'll make you!" heexclaimed,. with many imprecations, as

he set the ladder before the trap door.The poor parson, almost dead with

fright, slowly descended the ladder,looking as white as a ghost, for, fromthe ruffian's manner, he expected that

I he would be a ghost shortly.Don't hurt the poor man ! See how

sickly he looks !" exclaimed the woman,1 pitying the poor parsons distress.

" You shut up, and mind your busi-ness, or it'll be the worse for you," was

the gracious reply of her lord; thenturning to the trembling parson, heasked:

'• Are you a Methodist minister, anddo you believe in hell and the devil?"

The parson replied in the affirmative." Well, then, by the eternal, I don't!

land if you believe in the devil you'lleither make it appear, or I'll cut yourlying throat and make you appear beforehim!" and he drew his bowie-knife iua threatening manner.

The poor preacher was in anythingbut an enviable situation, and thoughtsof the other world began to till his mindwith anxious forebodings; for it is a

remarkable fact that however much cler-gymen preach and talk of the joys andbliss of the future world, they prefer to

have others go and enjoy it.This may be self abnegation or pure

unselfishness—Heaven knows"Are you most ready ?" asked the

ruffian, raising his knife as he saw how' the other hesitated. I'll :give you justthree minutes, and It the devil is nothere you'll be with the devil!"

"My friend," said the parson, intowhose head a brilliant idea had popped,"that there is a hell is a well establishedfact,as Ican prove by hundred of writers,and that the devil exists allows ofnocon-tradiction ; and that I have the power tomake him appear is also true; but dread-ful for you will be the consequence if hedoes ! Better for you had you neverbeenborn than to see Satan face to face In thewicked state is which you are in !"

" D—n you, stop your preachingand call the old boy! I'll stand theconsequences; and be quick about it,for time's up."

The parson went to the fire-place andtook thence a burning brand, which heapplied to the box of flax. It blazed upalmost like gunpowder, and the earthlyyell that issued from the poor devil inthe box was truly appalling.

With apkacrobatic power of the pos-session-a which he was himself una-,ware, he leaped out of the box, coveredfrom head to foot with burning flax.—With roars and howls ofagony he madestraight for the door, but he was not soquick as the ownerof the premises, forwith one look of terror at the burningfigure he fled out of the house, closelyfollowed by his "Satanic majesty."

When they were both gone the par-

varied changes, fraught with good andill, and Mark Trevanlon stood on thegreat parlor of his home, looking downupon the girlish face of the woman be-fore him!

A slight, frail girl she was, with azureeyes and waving-golden hair thrownback from a brow as whiteas snow, andfalling in bright rings down close to thebeautiful throat and over the blackdress; and he was thinking in his heartthat a lonely man could hardly give aproper welcome to one so young andfair. '

I shall be a trouble to you, Mr. Tre-vanion, but in some way I can in partrepay you. You mustpardon dear papa'sselfish love for me," she was saying.

" I am not thinking of myself, mychild. For my own sake I can thankyour father for sending you to me, for Iam very lonely. lam thinking of you,Nathalie. You will be alone, and un-protected, and—and—the world is hardand cruel with the best of us."

Prince Bismarck watching somerooks flying overa rook-ery on the other side. A book which hehad been reading was lyingon the mossbeside him. Of all other books in theworld, it was Gessner's Death of Abel.There were novisitors at the sch/oss, andthe Chancellor and his family were todine with the village schoolmaster, theworthy and erudite Herr Fizervitz, forwhom he entertains esteem and sym-pathy. On glancing over the de-spatch, he started to his feet, and,with-out letting fall a word, rushed to .thehouse. Meeting his wife at the door,he kissed her affectionately, and in-formed her that in halfan hour he mustbe off to Berlin. " I may not return foranother year. Do you see to the har-vest and everything connected with thefarms, for I must not bestow'a thoughtupon them. War in a few days withFrance is certain, and I shall accom-pany the King and Moltke throughthe campaign." Next day he metWilliam and Fritz at Brandenburg on

their way from Coblentz to Berlin,where they were going to push forwardmilitary preparations.

Old Ylrglnla Da}•s

A Visit to Ms Estate in POTllleratlia•His Character and Habits.

The San Francisco Bulletin publishesa private letter from an English ladyof rank, who accompanied CountessBliicher on a visit to Varzin, the coun-try-seat of Prince Bismarck, in conse-quence of ;this unceremonious invita-tion from the Chancellor: "I say, Coun-tess, mind you bring Miss withyou in July. I like girls who have thefrankness to let me know that theythink me an old humbug." The fol-lowing is an extract from this letter:

The rattling noise of the carriage inthe court and the baying of a band ofwatch-dogs, brought the Princess von

Bismarck, her daughter, and two maidsin Pomeranian costumes to the door.In every respect the Princess is in keep-ing with the mansion. She is a ladyon, I should say, the wrong side of six-ty, but fresh and comely withal. Placidwomen keep their good looks far intoold age. Have you ever noticed what a

peachy bloom there is in the cheek ofsilver-haired Quakeress? Princess vonBismarck has this becoming bloom.—She is quite an unpretending person,both in dress and manners; and doesnot give herself any trouble to remindpebple of her being a great man'swife. You must not fancy becauseof her plain, simple ways that sheis vulgar or unintelligent. As the fash-ion is in her native province, she re-ceived scientific education in girlhood,and on leaving school, devoted her en-ergies to domestic economy. I wish youcould taste the game she pots, or thehams that are cured, the sausages thatare manufactured, the cider that is bot-tled, and the fish that is driedunder hersuperintendence at Varzin. The bestpart of the provisions consumed in theChancellor's town-house come from hisPomeranian estate. In the good old-fashioned style, Madame Bismarck hasa bunch of keys hung to her girdle.—They depend from a gold chatelaineher husband picked up somewhereIn France. When sitting in thedrawing-room, or superintending thefarm-women at their work, herknitting-needles are always going.—Everywhere in the sitting-rooms, in thebed-rooms, one perceives in knittedquilts, and curtains, netted macassars,embroidered pillows, evidences of hermanual skill and housewifely activity.Being an old friend of the Countess, shekissed me. When I was introduced sheaddressed to me a hearty welcome inGerman. Her words had a motherlyring as she kindly said to her daughter,"You'll take care to be a good sister to

thefraulein while she is at Varzin."—Then laughing, she told us that theCountess (Mlle.Bismarck) was engaged,but as her "intended" was with her,she would not be too much occupied inthinking ofhim to attend to the visitors,of whom I learned at dinner there wereno less than 30 in the house when wearrived.

Coffee was laid in the drawing-room.But Otto said that would never do. Sohe ordered a regular lunch, at whichtea, with thick fresh cream figured.This repast was a good deal in the na-

ture of a Scotch breakfast, for, in addi-tion to cold roast mutton, there werethin, hard-baked oat-meal scones,honey, preserves, and a sort of whiskeydistilled from a mixture of barley andpotatoes. The furniture used to be veryplain. But Bismarck has brought backfrom France carved oak sideboards,tables and bahuta, equal to what onesees in the royal chateau of Pau, andprobably as ancient. Many a Signeu-rial residence in France has contribut-ed to till his roomy Pomeranian schlosswith pleasant riches. Our tea for in-stance, was served in a porcelain ser-

vice'taken from the Empress' apart-ments at Compiegne. This service wasmanufactured for Marie Antoinette, at

the factory she founded at Bourg-la-Reins, and it is' quite unique. Theground is of a canary-yellow, and thedecorative part consists of landscapes,most exquisitely done in Indian ink.The Princess Bismarck, with trulyGerman naivete, says: ' All! you areadmiring those little mugs. They be-longed to that poor Queen of LouisXVI. My husband bought the wholelot for a thaler from a soldier. He(Bismarck) sent me such lovely thingsfrom Versailles! I will show you thewonderful laces that Iam going to havemade up for Leuchen's trousseau. Theywere found by Otto In a most beautifulinlaid wardrobe (which I have placedin my bed-room at Berlin), in the castleof the Duchess de Mouchy, that foolishEmperor's cousin. Mein Gott .' what afoolish man that Emperor was. I heardtile Emperor Wilhelm say that the Em-press was also very silly and frivolous,and that she hated Prussia. But shewas not wicked notwithstanding herbeing the tool of Princess Metternichin provoking the war."

Bismarck came in from fishing whilewe were at luncheon. He is a hearty,hilarious,rough-and-ready sort ofa man,with little culture ofany sort, but a mineof keen mother wit, which best comesout over a tankard of beer. Withoutceremony he took me at the coffee-stage

of the repast into the hall to show me abasket full of trout, fresh from a littlenoisy brook that runs into the lake on

the garden side of the house. Bismarckis a patient fisher and a venturesomehunter. At Varzin, nobody unacquaint-ed with his antecedents, could see in himthe stuff for an astute politician. Yes-terday, when he was romping with thegleesome Leuchen, he caught my eyescanning his massive head and soldierlycountenance. I wanted to see wherehisastute genius lay, to find out where hisMachiavellian spirit lurks. "There,"he cried, "is your English frautein,won-dering that a cloven foot does not showitself through my jack-boot. Bismarckand the devil are all one. Isn't it so,old mother ?" (thiswas to the princess.)"What have you got to say about thehoofs and horns"lf you could onlyhear what the Vienna papers are writingabout my pact with Belial, you'd pleadforthwith for a divorce. But, luckily,you never look at the papers, and there-fore ere in happy ignorance of mycoquet-ries with his Infernal Majesty."

Bismarck's study is situated nil theground floor. it has the prosaic, uncom-fortable appearance of en attorney's of-fice. Long-legged desks, break-back,bolt-upright, hair-cloth chairs and sofasimported from London. by way of Stet-tin ; brass-handled, endless drawers, alldocketed and numbered ; many maps ;unsightly, ponderous volumes bound incalf-skin ; files of letters on a squaretable, solid as if made for playing bil-liards, have held their own against thecharming French importations whichembellish the other rooms of the schloss.We, the visitors, pass our time in riding,fishing, boating, botanizing, eating,drinking, singing, and dancing. Smallas the village is, it has its OrpheonistSociety, which sends a brass band toplay every evening in the garden of theschloss while we are at supper, for wedine at half-past two and sup at seven.The farm laborers and their wives anddaughters are allowed often to dance ona broad quadrille space. The Chancel-lor enjoys the fun, and sometimes ordersbeer to be served to the rustic dancers.I rode this morning in the forest withLeuchen,Otto and:Count von Luxburg,a Bavarian nobleman of old family andlarge estates, the affianced lover of theformer. We cantered through somelovely glades, startling as we went alonghares and other kinds of game. TheCountis, naturally, In the army. EveryGerman nobleman is. But he is a dit-letanti also, swears by Wagner, andsings sentimental songs exactly like atenor of the Italian Opera House. Heis as mild as a moonbeam, and of thesame palecomplexion. Leuchen thinkshim an Apollo disguised in the uniformof a hussar. For my part, his hair istoo silvery, his eyes are too celestiallyblue, and his cheeks of too pure a redand white to please me. The fianceewill be the governing power In thehousehold when she becomes the wife ofLuxburg. She is singularly like theChancellor, which is tantamount to say-ing that she has a deep-set, merry eye,a coarse nose, and a harshly square jaw.Her fine skin and animated mannersalone preserve her from extreme plain-ness.

Mark Trevanlon's Love." Do you think he will marry that

woman?"" There's no telling; He is in love,

and men in love are very uncertaincreatures."

The first speaker pulled his blondemoustache, and stepped out to get a

clearer view of the couple then passing,with a deep anxiety furrowing his fore-head and moving the soft beauty of hisblue eyes.

"Marry that woman? He must bemad

The man upon whom his eyes werefixed was a splendid-looking fellow, sixfeet tall at least, with a grandeur ofphysique seldom beheld. He had greatsoft eyes, like the eyes of a true, faith-ful animal—clear and limpid as water,frank and fearless as an innocent child's,and tender-and beautiful as the eyes ofa loving woman. The rest of the facewas in keeping with the wondrous eyes.There was a broad forehead, with a.'shading of straight black hair, a clearlydefined nose, a mouth shaded by thegraceful sweep of a silken moustache,and a firm, smooth-shaven chin.

Beside him; leaning upon his arm,was a woman—a perfect Juno. In stat-ure she stood nearly us high as MarkTrevanion, and her form was a modelof roundness and grace. In all thatassembly of beautiful, high-bred wo-

men, there was not another face likehers, with its skin like the waxen leafofa white Calla lilly ; its long, almond-shaped black eyes; its white-pearlyteeth shining through the scarlet lipsthat curved downward with a strange,

a hitter pride.There was some white, gleaming stuff

falling from her polished shoulders andlying in great,rich folds upon the velvetpile, draping her magnificentform iu a

manner as artistic and classical as some

of the sculptors draped their Grecianstatutes; and every woman who passedher gave a sigh of envy.

She was talking just then, with hergreat, burning eyes fastened on his face;and he was listening, with a rapturousexpression brighteninghis face, and an

utter oblivion' of everything aroundhim ; and the picture they formed was

striking enough to call forth the ques-tion : ' Do you think he will marrythat woman '.''

If he did—he, with all his pride, deli-cacy, passion, high sense of honor, andlove of truth stamped upon his face ;and she, with her thorough-bred cun-ning and cool calculation showingthemselves plainly through the flimsyveil of laughing good-nature and mockrefinement— what would become ofthem?

Everybody knew him, knew his fam-ily, and thepromises of a glorious futurestretched out before him. Nobody knewher, save by the common hearsay. Shehad come among them with old Mrs.Chasseford for a patroness, and as thatlady stood in high repute, nobddy open-ly questioned her ward, Aura Delamere.But Gossip—that prying busybody—-called her an ex-actress, an intrigante,and an artful hussy ; and as people areever readier to credit evil than good, shestood, in the minds of the many, the de-serving possessor of all these disagreea-ble titles.

But Mark Trevanion loved Aura Dela-mere. He had told her so out in the wil-derness ofroses,in Mrs. Carey'sconserv-atory, where the light fell throughgreen, leafy trellises, and where snowywax-flowers fell down across the waves

of midnight hair and lay against herwarms cheek. He had held her firm,white hands In his, and leaning over

her—as she sat before him—like someknightly loverof old, laid his good name,his princely fortune, and his true heart,at her feet.

When she gave him her answer, hethanked God in his soul, and pouredfrom his lips endearing words, such asmen like him alone can use.

When again they passed through thesaloon, Itay Darnley, pulled his fairmoustache with a fiercer anger, andsomething like an oath slipped from be-tween his closed teeth.

" God knows he is lost! There is a

devil in that woman's heart!"

I am not in the world," she saidAnd I am not in the world."

So she stayed.It had been a lonely house, in spite of

its splendor; for the horror of its wed-ding-night seemed to have settled downwithin its walls, and cast a foul shadowupon every object. He never saw thefair face of the woman he had wedded,since he spurned it from him that night,but he knew that she lived, and thatknowledge was sufficient in itself to

make him wretched.Nathalie brought her blessings with

her, as he soon learned. There werenights on nights when he came up thequiet street, and felt the weight of careroll from his heart, as the fair face in itsframe of golden hair greeted him fromthe window.

There came a time when he foundhimself asking : " What would life bewithout her? How did I live beforeshe came? " And following that camethe time when the touch of her warm

fingers upon his own thrilled him fromhead to foot, and drove him sick at

heart away from her, with thebitternessofhis life-curse galling him like a chainof iron upon a gaping, festering wound.

He was again in love. And this timeit was no madinfatuation,but the steadygrowth of a love and passion that stealsupon men in their later years and holdsthem captive for a lifetime.

He lived with her face before him,her hand performing a thousand officesthat only a woman's hand csu perform;and yet he could not speak one word oflove to her.

" You are getting cross and cruel,guardian," said she one night, as he sat

in his arm-chair, his face turned sullen-ly (so she fancied) toward the window.

You are getting angry and out of pa-tience with me."

She went up quietly, and laid herhand on his arm.

" Don't be angry with me."He turned and put his arms around

her and drew her down to his heart." Nathalie, darling, you will kill me!

Angry with you! Would to God I was,for then this misery would not eat andburn within my heart until I have nostrength to bear it. Oh, child, I loveyou, I love you!"

She did not raise her head or move,but lay there nestling against his heart,with her soft hands clasping his.

"Nathalie, Nathalle ! ' He pushedher back from him and held her out at

arm's length. "My God! what have Ione? I, who would have given myife to spare you pain. Nathalie, you

Eugenie

Sale of the Ex-Empress' Personal Effects

[Perim Correspondence Londou: News.111 passing by the new galleries of

Louvre, facing the quay, I heard thetinkle of a bell, and the voice of a crierinviting the public to come and buywhat remained to be sold of the EmpressEugenie's personal effects. The auc-tioneer was a self-sufficient sort of com-monplace bourgeois. He did his best to

Jocular at the expense of fallen great-ness. Each article, he seemed to think,was worth its weight in gold, Ifonly asa relic. The dresses, laces, shawls, andmantles had bewr disposed of on a pre-vious day, and Ft was now the turn ofthe underclothing and "intimate houselinen" to be liquidated. Pillow-cases offine cambric—so tine that one wondershow they supported elaborate embroid-eries and deep real lace borders—werehotly contested for by a "petite dame,"a shabby Jew of the Rue des Victoires,and a party of buyers belonging, Ishould say, to the guarder Breda.

The toweling was endless. Bundleafter bundleof fine Saxony damask nap-kins, all with the E. the crows, the eagle,the busy Carlovingianbee, and a profu-sion of laurel wreaths, were handedround the vaulted room to be examinedby bidders and then disposed of. Sonicbreakfast-trible napery, the present of aking,now Emperor William's first feud-atory, was bought by one of the formerha/. Thu softhe Salle des Etats. IN gotit cheap. One of the.old gentlemen,whohappened to be deaf, was furious whenhe found that he might have had the lotat 130f. Ido not know why 'the brok-ers and students were so jocose whenall inside garment was held up bytwo dainty little eleevee, and the pub-lic asked to examine it, as a fair spe-cimen of the large bale from which itwas drawn at hazard. American mod-esty cannot bring itself to name thisgarment any more than it can to speakof a shirt. If Paul de Cassagnac wereas good as his oft-repeated oath, hewould have run his sword-cane throughthe profane auctioneer's showman, whoheld the article in question up to bescoffed at by the males and admired bythe women. There were peignoirs anddressing gowns,. clearly furnished byChapon, the famous ladies' out-fitter inthe Rue de la Paix, and all wonderfullyelegant, but dusty and somewhat blue-moulded. The stockings of thread,silk and Shetland wool were of gossa-mer lightness. An infinity of bathand toilet sponges were knocked downat a hundred francs. They wereall of the best quality. The little ladysaid she would have been the purchaserif the auctioneer had guaranteed that hewas selling her something which hadactually passed through the Empress'hands. As for the boots and slippers,they Justified the eulogiums passed byMM. Franc and Lockrey in their re-port on Parisian shoemakers. Thenthere were, the ladles thought, deli-cious things .in the warof petticoats,flannel bustles, robes de chambre, sor-

ties de bain, and woolen wraps. Somebaby's robes, which, according to thesalesman's legend,belonged to the PrinceImperial's layette, were bought by aRussian lady. A snuffy purchaser neartue shook her head Incredulously atthose belongings of Imperial infancy.They were sumptuously gotten up, sheadmitted, but nothing would convinceher that they did not belong to somedistressed bourgeoise's layette and werenot palmed off by the auctioneer to en-hance their price, as having been wornby the prince at whose birth, seventeenyears ago, official France went into themost excessive demonstrations of de-light that ever hailed the advent of aroyal child on our planet.

Jennie,'t don' [suppose anything couldtempt you to remain, now that you haveseen that hate' it, disagreeable -"

" ! " interrupted Jennie, crim-soning, its she remembered her words.

"Well, I won't then. Ilut you mustlet me laugh ! Just to think of bothrunning In the sante direction, and to

the same place. •

The ringing laugh that burst fromNellie's lips was to contagious too:be re•sisted, even by those at whose expenseit was raised.

This merriment was followed by ageneral feeling, and a pleasanter tea-party never gathered around socialboard.

We need hardly say that Russell didnot take the stage the next morning,nor did Jennie seem at 'all disposed tocut short her visit on account of hercousin's unexpected appearance.

When they did go, they Went., as Illcycame, together.

Mr. Wilder's astonishment was onlyequaled by his delight, on looking outof the window to see the two walking

up the path towards the house, arm iuarm, and apparently On the beet oferns. •

As for Russell and Jennie. they seem-al to regard the unexpected meeting astu indication of their " manifest des-tiny," accepting it as such, much to thejoy of their uncle, whose darling wishwas accomplished is iho marriage oftwo, thus made happy in spite of them-selves.

Trick of a Gambler.A gambler in his confession says: 1

nice know a Southern gentleman,who, although not ostensibly a profes-sional gambler, really made short cardsa business. lie was a man of educationand a line conversationalist, and a veryelegant gentleman. He was tird of alittle game of draw, just to kill time,you know ; but the result was that he id-ways got the best:ofit,andoningllug withmoneyed men his winnings were large.

I got into a series of games with him, andas well as I understand cards myself, 1invariably got the worst of it. I knew

there was something wrong, and 1 re-

solved to discover it Ifpossible. I care-fully examined the backs of the cards,and, understanding how this sort 01work is done, I very soon satislled my-self that the backs were all right.. Iwatched his deal. He threw then&around with great rapidity. his shuf-

Her head drooped and the long lash-es swept her check.

" I love you!"He dropped her hand and with a groan

started to his feet. She did not speak orlook toward him, and he walked fromthe room. Had she given one sign ofemotion she would have conquered andkept him back '• but his words had chill-ed and stunned her, and when he pass-ed out she had not power to bid him

stsay.,She had not known him when his

great sorrow came upon him ; and liv-e ing here in his quiet home,where everytongue was dumb upon that subject, andnever going into the tattling world, howwas she to know why he put her sofiercely away, and left her with such anagonized face?

From the hour iu which their mutualconfession was spoken, they separated.The true heart of the woman harboredno thought of evil, but felt that somegreat wrong kept them apart, that wasno fault of his; and his heart, scarredand withered, now tore open afresh andbled as he never thought it could afterthat first great trjal.

He was going away. She knew it,although in words lie never !told her.She knew that he could not bear hiscross with her face above it. and that hewas going, a willing exile, from hishome, until the bitter tide bad passed.

He spoke to her one night at supper,asking her to give hi,n that evening, furhe had much to say; and she, knowingthat it was his last at home, readily as-sented. - - • •

g Was square.One day I procured a powerful

lying glass and went carefully over a,ack of cards that he had won with thenight before. A long and careful searchrevealed in the aces and face cards a

series of trilling concavities. Thepunches were so slight as to be invisibleto the naked eye, but upon passing mylingers over them, I could feel them. Agamblers' lingers are,or ought to be, P oft,aS velvet. Subsequent investigation re-vealed his work. He had on the insideof his linger ring a minute punch."

"In the begin ning'ofa game he wouldmanage to turn the faces of theaces andface cards, one at a time, so as to bringthem against his punch, and then oneindention, or two, or three in a certainlocality would designate the cards. Sonice was his sense of. touch that, whendealing, he would naturally pass theface of each card over the end of his left

A fairer, clearer sunshine never glad-dened the earth than that which shoneon the Spring morning of MarlTre-vanion's wedding day.

All the world was there—all the worldoffashion and elegance, and the dark oldchurch was one vast parterre of bright,animated flowers.

The bridal party needs no deseription;hundreds as rich and showy have been- - -

Webster and FessendenSome thirty-five years ago—perhaps

more—Daniel Webster contemplated aBurney to our Western States and ter-ritories, which he had never visited.The great statesman felt inclined tohave some talented young man to ac-company him, and in lookingover NewEngland for such a companion, his at-tention was attracted to young Fessen-den, and extended to him an invitationto travel with him, which was eagerlyaccepted. Many a time, says the edi-tor of the Portland Argus, Mr. Fessen-den has spoken to ns of the advantages

and impression of that trip. Mr. Web-ster treated him with great kindness,and gave him much good advice, whichlie treasured up in his memory. Web-ster told him how hard he bad studied,and how careful he was in making outpapers when he commenced the prac-tice of law. He said he never let a writor other legal document pass from hishand until he had read it over threetimes at least. And he further remark-ed that while many young men wereidling away their time lie was trimmingthe midnight lamp.

"Now," said Webster, "I have ac-quired some fame both as a lawyer andan orator, and have made speeches inwhich have occurred ,some figures andillustrations often quoted, and whichhave already passed into mottoes. Andnow do you suppose these terse sayingswere made from the spurof the moment?By no means; they were theresult ofpre-vious study—and close study, too. Someof my best illustrations of thought havebeen studied and trimmed down whenthe fishingrod was in my hands. Thewords which so fitly represent Eng-land's power so often quoted and somuch praised, were strung togetherwhile I stood on the American side ofthe St. Lawrence river near NiagaraFalls, and heard the British drumsbeaten on the Canada side."

Many other statements he made toyoung Feesenden, which proved prettyconclusively that there is no royal roadto learning. Hard work, steady, faith-ful, persevering application, is the onlysure road to either tame orfortune. Thebest " natural ability" or qualificationthat a young man can possibly possessis to know how to work well.

described before, so there is no need of

myrepeating an oft-told tale. But thesplendid bridegroom and the peerlessbride were as fair a sight to look upon as

ever were beheld in that old church,where hundreds of marriages had takenplace ; and when they turned back fromthe altar, man and wife, the low-whis-pered exclamations of admiration fromthat great throw,'

sounded out like thebuzz of insects, and filled the archeswith its subdued, yet distinct murmur.

They went to breakfast at Mrs. Chas-seford's, and thence up to the home hehad thought a fitting one for his bride,and at night the doors were opened andthe world found entrance to Aura Tre-vanion's saloons.

In the full hush of victory, crownedwith wealth, position, and wifehood,this queeenly woman received herguests and their homage, and felt thather triumph was complete.

The evening was wearing away, andguests were availing themselves or themusic, dancing, cards, or whatever bestpleased them, when some one came toher and whispered :

" There is a man below who swears,ma'am, that he won't go away until hehas seen you, though we've tried to doeverything th get him away."

" A man? Go—no!—lead the way ;will bee him !"

She went down the stairs, and :it thelibrary door the servant paused, andpointed his hand. " lie is there :'' andshe entered.

Near the tire, and in the deep shadowof a heavy book-case, satsomething thatat her entrance, straightened itself intoa man, and came a step toward her.

A ragged, unwashed ,unshaven wretchIle was, with an evil, loathsome face, buthe raised his head, with a vulgar leerand said with familiarity :

"So, you're here, my beauty! Andyou've done a big thing for yourself ! "

" Well?"" Well! And I want a crumb of it.

You've got to give it to me or makethis great house too hot for you ?" •

"Devil! I thought you dead ! "

" You lie ! you thought nothing of thekind. You knew I was alive. But,come, I cannot stay all the night. Giveme one hundred dollars, and swear thatyou'll never tell who Iam. Swear !"

She lifted her white hand heaven-ward.

" God knows I have no wish to revealyou."

She bowed her head upon her hands." Ralph ! my love:for you—my prom-

ise to you has bes4.l the curse of mylife!"

Like a crash of thunder in a cloudlessSummerskyvame that terrible,oath andthat cry of agony, and turning, thosetwo wretches—the ragged, sin-markedman, and the dainty woman—facedMark Trevanion.There was a fury in him. One could see

it in his calmestmoments,beneath all hisnatural gentleness, and now It wasaroused. Like a wounded, maddenedanimal he stood, and as she turned, hecaught herarm iu his, and dragged herbefore her filthy companion.

"Who is this woman? What Is sheto you? Speak, or I will kill you whereyou stand ! What is she to you?"

"My wife !"

"Your"Wife! That's the word, my boy.

Yes, my wife !"

"Aura, look at me! Tell me that helies ! For God's sake, answer me, or Ishall go mad !"

"I was his --"She did not finish the sentence, for,

with almost superhuman strength, heflung her from him to the floor, where'she lay stunned and motionless; andthen he went2up to hie guests.

What ho told them she never knew,but after a while the great rooms weredeserted, and he stood alone before thedying fire in his chamber, gazing intothe grayashes, and likening them to thechill and desolation in his own brokenheart!

ieThey were in the drawing-room, ssitting before the glowing grate, hestanding near her, his arm leaning uponthe mantel, when the door abruptlyopened, and a servant thrust in hishead.

''Mr. Trevanion, I -opened_the hal"middle lingers, and, no matter howreadily he dealt them, he would knowthe position of all the face cards in thepack. Of course, this gave him a heavy

percentage, and the result woo that lieinvariably won."

door to go out just now, and I found a

woman lying on the steps I broughther into the hall, but I believe to my soulshe's dead."

She was lying, a limp, draggled anddirty heap, upon the bright-hued mat.Her heavy, uncombed hair swept in wetmasses across her face. Trevaniou, inhis pity, tenderly pushed it back andgazed into her countenance.

A great cry burst from , him, and hestaggered away.-Aura! Great heaven, Aura!"Fur a few moments, silence reigned

broken only by Mark's labored breath.

A Little Indian ShepherdThere is a Digger boy employed on a

sheep ranch in Monterey county, Cali-fornia, who is a human curiosity. He.heeds about eight hundred sheep all byhimself, and the overseer says he knowsevery one of them by sight, and whenhe brings them in at night, he Will get

upon the corral fence and tell whetherone of them is missing. He is aboutfourteen, and has a face as round as themoon, and the brightest black eyes,which fairly sparkle with mischief. Heturns more somersaults and hangs head

Then he spoke :"James, you know who it is. She is

dead, and I can only thank God. Butshe must be as tenderly treated as wecan treat her. Take her out, and forhumanity's sake do your best." -

Then he opened the parlor door andallowed Nathalie to pass in, and whenthey were alone he puthis arms aroundher

Nathalle, love, I am free! That wo-man was my wife, my curse; and lookwith tender, forgiving eyes upon me,when I give from my heart a thankfulprayer for my deliverance, and call youmy wife, my darling:"

Her answer was an uplifting of hertrusting eyes, a silent outstretching ofher hands.

Hours later, they went in together,and looked upon that face whose livingbeauty had cursed him. There was a

crumpled paper in the rigid hand, andthe servants, well knowing for whom itwas intended, had left it there unmo-lested. It was her dying prayer fur

mercy :" Mark, forgive me. lam dying, as

only sinners die, with a terrible fear ofthe hereafter and a fear of your curse.I wronged you bitterly, but iu poverty,in sin, in remorse, and at last in death,are your wrongs avenged. Forgive me,for God's sake, who forgives even suchas I.''

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down ward from more trees than any mancould count readily, and seems hardly tobe aware of the existence of the sheepduring the day, yet brings them all inat night. Like a true i odian his mo-tions are perfectly catlike, and he nevercalls to his sheep, but always imitatesthe owl, the wild•cat or the coyote.When his employer culls him, he neveranswers a syllable, but starts an runstoward him with all his might. Mis-chievous Leslie is when alone, he is as shyas a partridge, and was never known tocome to his meals with the others unlesslie was specilicallycalled by name. Theoverseergot tired of being obligedalwaysto givehim a special and particular invi-tation to dinner, so he went out and tookhim by the ear one day, and lend him tothe table ; but the boy straightway burstout crying and blubbering in grievousdistress of mind, and it took him twodays to recover his equanimity.

A revolver was boughtfor him, that hemight shoot at the coyotes when theyconic to preyon his llocks,'but he regard-ed it with aversion. At last they pre-vailed on him to carry It two days insuccession, and on the second day he sawa wi bi-cat,crept upon it with true Indianstealth, lay flat on his belly, held the pis-tol to his face, and after ig.h6ng along

\the barrel and then rapiin lig at the catalternately about a dozen ti sat last hetired. The pistol kicked hin in the burrof the ear, after that he could never beinduced to take it again. The Diggersare a timorous and gentle race, and donot take to tire-arms like the hell-bornApaches.

Truth the Best Polley.

The ROMIIII SentinelIt is related of a Persian mother, on

giving her son forty pieces of silver ashis portion, that she made him swearnever to tell a lie, and said

"Go my son ; I consign thee to God !and we shall not meet here again till theday of judgment."

The youth wentaway, and the partyhe traveled with were assaulted by rob-bers. One fellow asked the boy what hehad and he answered : "Forty dinarsare sewed up In my garments.

The robber laughed, thinking thatthe boy jested. Another asked thesame question, and received the sameanswer. At last the chief called him,and asked him whathe had. The boyreplied :

• I have told two of your people al-ready that I had forty dinars sewed upIn my clothes."

The chief ordered his clothes to beripped open, and the money was found.

When Pompeii was destroyed, therewere manyburied in the ruins of it,who were afterward found in differentsituations. There were some found indeep vaults, as if they had gone therefor security. There were some foundwho were in the streets, as if they hadbeen attempting to make their escape.There were some found in lofty cham-bers. But where did they find the Ro-man sentinel? They found him stand-ing at the city-gate, with his hand stillgrasping his war-weapon, where he hadbeen placed by his captain ; and therewhere the heavens threatened him,there where the lava-stream rolled, hestood at his post, and there, after a thou-sand years had passed away, he wasfound. So let Christians learn to standto their duty, willing to stand at thepost on which their Captain has placedthem, arid they will find that grace willsupport and sustain them.

{That Is Thine Age?" Father," said a Persian monarch to

the old titan who, according to Orientalusage, bowed before the sovereign'sthrone, " pray be seated ; I cannot re-ceive homage from one bent with years,whose head is white with the frosts ofage. . And now, father," saidthe monarch, when the old man hadtaken the proffered seat, " tell me thineage ; how many of the sun's revolutionshast thou counted? " Sire," answeredthe old man, " I am but four years."" What! " interrupted the king; " fear-est thou not to answer me falsely,or dost thou jest on the very brink of thetomb ? " " 'speak not falsely, sire," re-plied the aged man, " neither would Ioffera foolish jeston a subject so solemn.Eighty long years have I wasted in fol-ly and sinful pleasures, and in amassingwealth, twee of which I can take withme when I leave this world. .youronlyhave I spent in doing good to my fellow-men. And shall I count these yearsthat have been utterly wasted? Arethey not worse thak blank, and is notthat portion only worthy to be reckonedas a part ofmy life which has answeredlife's hest end ? "

Andhow came you to tell this ?"

" Because," replied the boy," I wouldnot be false to my mother, to whom Ipromised never to tell a lie."

" said the robber, art thou somindful of thy duty to thy mother, andI am insensible at my age of the duty Iowe to God? Give me thy hand, thatI may swear reyentance on it."

He did so and his followers were

struck with the scene." You have been our leader in guilt."

they said to the chief, " be the same inthe path of virtue ;" and, taking the

'boy's hand, they took the oath of re-pentance on it. -

A PERSON walking into the countingroom of the late Mr. C., a wealthy andshrewd merchant, inquired of the clerkthe rent of a store which his employerwished to let. The inquirer being satis-fied with the terms, said he would hirethe store •, but the clerk, knowing thathe had failedfor a large amount, declin-ed closing the bargain until he saw Mr.C., who was then absent from the city,and desired the gentlemanto call again.Upon Mr. C.'s return the clerk inform-ed him of whathad been related. "Howmuch did he fail for" asked Mr. C.—" About £10,000," was thereply. " Andhow much did he pay ?" " Only 10 percent, sir." "Let him have the store,Sam, let him have the store—he's gotmoney_enough."

Bismarck banishes politics so far as itis possible from Varzln. Bucher andBrass, his Secretaries, have orders toisolate him so far as in their power asmuch as they possibly canfrom the out-er world. Leuchen tells me that theday on which the telegraphic wire, com-municating between her father's studyand Berlin, brought the news of Bene-detti's rupture with the King of Prus-sia at Ems, he had given orders notto be pestered with official busi-ness. When Dr. Bucher handedthe telegram to him he was lying onthe bank of the little river `'Nipper,

Secretary Delano has gone to Hart-ford, Conn., to addresa,the AmericanMissionsry Association oh the subjectof the Indianpolicy of the Administra-tion.James G. M'Quade, of Norristown

has been appointed Master Warden othe Port ofPhiladelphia by Gov. Geary Six years later ! Six years, with their

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A Spider's Engineering

Couldn't Find the Pole

That One Thing

Seeking Advice

Daring lluatcr

Lomax Smith, a barber In the Ex-change, Richmond, is a relic of thepalmy days of Virginia. A writer onthe:Pittsburgh Progress recently sat Intheold gentlentah's chair, to whom oldSmith gossipped about old times ; " Anice collection of gentlemen, sir," saidLomax, "this convention at AssemblyHall ; many very genteeLand able per-sons there, sir. It does-The good .to seeagain in Virginia the best peoplecoming forward to take part iu poli-tics. And, yes sir, there are some greatmen here, too, scattered about amongthe hundreds. I don't know; but—ex-cuse me, sir, turn your face a little to theleft—you can't remember the conven-tion of '29, canyou': Too young ! Yes,yest ! Well, there was Mr. Jeems Mad-ison, and that other gentleman, verysmart but mighty flighty, Mr. Ran-dolph, ofRoanoke, and more than I can

I tell how. You have got big men hereto-day, but bless my soul, sir, they wasall giants then ; there wasn't an hum-ble individual here. Giants, sir, giants,every one."

And Lomax resirapped his razor,turned our head gently, and beganagain; And how did they come here,sir! Omnibusses—hacks. Not they!Private carriages, private servants ; andevery one had a square mahogany box,with silver mountings; Iu this were

four square bottles, trimmed with vinesand leaves in gold; one held old pine-apple rum, ono brandy and honey—-

peach and honey, sir—one sherry andone Madeira. No whiskey, and nodrinking at bars. The case was inevery delegate's l'ootn, with the keyput away, but—and here .Lomaxthoughtfully and suggestively drew hisrazor through the palm of an holiesthand—their constituents knew wherethe key was, sir. Yes, sir! And shav-ing then was fifty cents. No change !Those were days. Why nothing nowis as good as it was, and I can tell thereason.

" Ever since 1550, sir, when they gotup this universal suffrage, things havebeen going down, down, down. I neverused to shave anybody then that wasnobody ; and now I hardly ever shaveanybody that is anybody. Yes, sir, that1:-;.50 suffrage commenced the wholething, and now nothing is like it usedto be. Why sausage, sir, sausage ! Theold Virginia luxury' Wliat is it now"It dsed to he made out of the choicest

! pal tof the hog; and now you're luckyif it is hog at all, and when in It there's

I nothing but gristle and lean." Lomaxdrew a long sigh ; we gently rose, and" declining the change," left the prem.ices with a convictionWun Lomax was

! more than half-right.

In 1830, at Newcastle-on-Tyne, !Eng-land, a gentleman boasted to a friendthat he could introduce to him an en-gineer of more wonderful skill thanRobert Stevenson, who bad just madehimself famous by perfecting the rail-way locomotive. In fulfillment of theboast, he brought a glass tumbler con-taining a little scarlet colored spiderwhose beauty, with its bright yellownest on a sprig of laurustinus, had In-duced a young lady to pluck it from a

bush where it was growing. Whenbrought into the house it was placed onthe mantle-piece, and secured by plac-ing a glass over it.

In a very short time this wonderfullittle engineer contrived to accomplishthe herculean task of raising the sprigof laurustinus, a weight several hundredtimes greater than Itself, to the upperpart of the glass, and attaching it thereso firmly that after forty years it is stillsuspended where it was hung by thespider.

In the Bible we rend : "The spider,layeth hold with her hands, and inkings' palaces ;" but in this glass prisonthere was nothing to lay hold of—no peg,or nail, or beam, on which to fasten itsthreads. But in a short time the littleinsect had accomplished its task.

It is believed that this kind of spideralways deposits its nests upon trees, andnever upon the ground ; and this mayaccount for its wonderful effort to raisethe branch to the upper part of the glass.

It may still be seen, dead and dry,hanging by one of its threads from thetop of Its prison house, with its littlenest upon a leaf of the laurustinus.—

L Journal of Chemistry.

The colored voters in Maryland be-haved with notable propriety and orderin exercising their newly acqu ired rights,but here and there some droll incidentsoccurred, showing that some of themhave not quite got the hang of the newschool-house. One of them, Clem Hillby name, a hard-working, money-savingfellow, was seen In Bladensburg on Tues-day last wandering about with a look ofevident discomfiture on his face. Whenasked what was the matter, lie replied," I'se looking for the pole, rsegwine togive my frencheyes for Mr. Gary." Hewas directed to join the long line of vot-ers who were waiting for their turn, andfinally, when his tunic, lie denouncedthe whole •' proceedens a Democratichumbug." " Dey is no pole here," saidhe; "it's nuflin at all but a windo; youcan't fool die citizen with windos.W ha's de pole?'' Afterdue Instructionhe was persuaded to use the window,and doubtless deposited through it thevote which gave Gary his one majorityin Prince George's county.— WashingtonStar.

Uncle Peter, who flourishes in themountainsofVermontas a horse-dealer,was called upon the other day by anamateur of " equine" who was in searchof something fast The result is told as

follows :

"There," said Uncle Peter, pointingto animal in the meadow below thehouse ; "there, sir, is a mare who wouldtrot her mile in two minutes and seven-teen seconds were it not for one thing."

" Indeed !" cried his companion." Yes," continued Uncle Peter, " she

is four years old this Spring; is in goodcondition ; looks well ; is a first-ratemare ; and she could go a mile in two-seventeen were it not for one thing."

" Well, what is that?""That mare," resumed the jockey,

" is in every way a good piece of prop-erty. She has u heavy inane, a switch-tail, trots fair, and yet there is one thingonly why she can't go a mile In two-seventeen."

" What in the Old Harry is it then?''cried the amateur, impatiently.

"The distance is too great for thetime'" was the old wag's reply.

A Georgia correspondent furnishesthe folloviiug:

A country farmer's wife came to me

for advice, saying, " I don't want to donothin' wrong, but do you think now

it would be mighty wrong fur me totake a few ears of 'corn, or some Bichthing, now and then, and sell It, unbe-knownst to Ben, to get things for mygals? He (said Ben) wont't 'low noth-in' for the gals.but gives all the chancesfor larnin' to the boys, and I do want tosend my little gal to school." I ex-plained to the poor woman that " whatwas his'n was been," and according tolaw, and inasmuch as she worked hard-er than Ben did, I believed she had aright. The result was the little girlwent to school, and the big one hadfresh .ribbons on tier hat, and a newpink dress. I smiled sweetly when Itried to count the ears of corn it took topay the bill, but I said nothing.

Louis Kelley is, pLihaps, the mostdaring and successful Indian hunter inthe great West. He travels alone,fights alone, and wears a turban aroundhis head when out on the prairie. Heis said to be a graduate of a college, andhalls from Virginia or. South Carolina.He is about twenty-two years of age,handsome, well•formed and muscular.The Indians dread him as much as theyever did Kit Carson or Daniel Boone.He never misses his mark. An Indianis as good as dead th 3 momenthe drawssight on him. He will travel weeks ata time through hostile Indians and neverexpress a thought of danger. Kelley isnow on a trip to the headwaters of theYellowstone, a:country never yet;visit-ed by any white man. He is alone.—He has been known to dare a dozen In-dians on the openprairie to fighthim ina body. No Indian will ever get withinreach of his deadly rifle.

The special game-law of Chestercoun-ty prohibits the shooting, killing, orotherwise destroying of, grey squirrelsbetween the Ist of January and the 15thof September, and of rabbits betweenthe Ist of January and the lst of No.vember. Partridges are not to be killedat all.

Sunday Reading

" *Kword fitly spoken, how good it Is."—

Rel!glottis the e best armor in the ivorldbut the worst cloak.

Get allYou can, save all you can', giveall you can.

The generous heart should scorn a

pleasure which gives others pain.Sands form the mountains; moments

make the year.Really to Inform the mind is to cor-

rect and enlarge the heart.No man can be elevated who does not

love something higher and better thanhimself;

Wisdom and power, like piety, areperfected through suffering.

Lose not thy own for the want ofask-ing for It; 'twill give thee no thanks.

If good men are sad, it is not becausethey are good, hut because they are notbetter.

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A man behind the times is apt to

speak ill of them, on the principle thatnothing looks well from behind.

The whole sum of human virtue maybe reduced to speaking the truth al-way s, and doing good to others.

Merit readily recognizes merit. Cer-tainly he cannot have it who doesn'tknow it when he sees it.

Love may exist without jealousy, al-though this is rare; but jealousy mayexist without love, and thi, Is common.

Do not condemn or think hardly ofthose who cannot see Just as you see,or judge it their duty to c mtradict you.

Honest induStry is, after all, man'sonly sure dependence for the doubleblessing of a contented mind and com-fortable livelihood.

An hour's industry will do more toproduce cheerfulness, suppress evil hor-rors, and retrieve your affairs, than a

month's moaning.A little philosophy inclineth man's

mind to atheism, but depth of philoso•phy briugeth onus mind about to reli-gion.

One principal point of good-breedingIs to suit ourselves to three several de-grees of men—our superior, our equals,and those below us.

Men's hea^ts ought not to be netagainst one another, but set with one

another, and all against the evil thingonly.

The happiness of the human race ill)yorlii does not conAlgt of our being

void of passions, but In our learning',oinniand them.

Church Glennlmp..

Liberia lots the oldest :Methodist wisslon.

lie Illinois \Vi sieyan uiversltystudents.

The Central Church, lit)StOii, COSISIDO 000. It IS out of debt.

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A Baptist Church has bet•u dedicatedUreelcy, Colorado.The Presbyterian is the leading ebtireitLincoln, Nebraska.

Greenville, Tenn., has never had a

a dist Church until this year.The Baroness do Rothschild support,

a Jewi.li girls' school iu Jerusalem.Mr. .101111 Brown, of Philadelphia, has

glven $300,00u to the Presbyterian lios-

ut of eighty-nine parishes Tiil lliuoi.n,y-eight entlutol a change of pastor-

The total contributions to the Ameri-can Board of Foreign Missions last yearwere $429,100,60.

Fifty priests In Hungary intend issu-ing a proclamation est4,46l.iinkg a na-tional church, indepetn.Mut, of Rorie.

The Lutherans have been overtakenby the WolllllllllloVelllellt,and intend to

have deaconesses and feminine preach-ers.• •

The American 'Board of Foreign Mis-sions has 111 ordained missionaries andbio female assistants and unordainedlaborers.

A priest in the south of Italy wrote toask for some Protestant books and pro-posed to say n stipulated number ofmasses in payment for them.

The churches of the dillbrent denom-inations In Canada propose to observethe 10th of Novemberasadayof thanks-giving for the abundantacrops.

At the third annual conference of theBritish Young Men's Christian Asso-ciation, Mr. Gladstone presided and W.E. Dodge made a speech.aAn African Church South recentlyexpelled a female member on the charge

of being "double-headed," that is, wear-ing a chignon.

The first edition of the Bible everprinted was printed In Metz, In 1440.Mr. Lennox, of New York, has one ofthe eighteen copies.

The Methodist Church at Springfield,Ohio, In order to clear otr a debt, open-ed a boarding-house during the StateFair, and netted $7OO.

Eleven Eplecopal Churches were com-pleted in Dakota and Nebraska lastyear, and nine clergymen ordained, ofwhom two were Indians.

A minister in Indiana Lecamo mixedup in laud speculations, and announcedto his congregation that his text wouldlie found in " Ht. Paul's Epistle to theCorinthians, section four, range three,

limed', for Our Lady Bender".Individuality In dross Is fond to bo the

rarest and cheapest thing in the world.Very dark blue In cloth, silk and matins

is to be very fashionable for street costumes.A new style of sleeve buttons are oval,

and open at the side to hold a miniatureorhair.•

All the dresses for Winter wear aro trim-med with fur, and are a very heavy, neatlymaterial.

Whiteastrachan is very much used forladies' dressing gowns, being very strong,warm and durable.

Beef tea is to be given this Winter be-tween the figures in theGerman, Instead ofcream and cake as furmorly.- -

A new style of necktie for ladies are ofblack milk, lined with red pink orilightblue, with fringe or lace on the edge.

Feathers aro used for dresaing the hairinstead of flowers, and blonde and {foldpowder is also used, the effect by gas-ligli:being very dazzling.

Largo fancy pins for the hair in the shapeof flowers aro mado of perfumed wood,and are the latest thing In ornaments.

The fashion in engagements now-a-daysis for the gentleman to give the lady a dia-mond ring and the lady to give the gentle-man a plain gold one.

Roman 81114110.9 and neckties have comein fashion again, and are specially adaptedto black silk drosses, its they relieve theirsombre and dark look.

Brown, green anti gray felt.bonnets arevery fashionable, and when trimneat withdark velvet and feathers make a veryeffective and stylish bonnoq

The latest novelties in rotors are theVendome column and the mhos of Paris.The former Is a bronze green, and the lat-ter a handsome gray.

People have grown BO extravagant thatnothlng short of point-lace curtains at thewindows and point lace tidies on the hackof their chairs will satisfy them.

Crepe do-chino lichus, elaborately trim-med with lace and ornamented with smallfancy bows, aro very much worn for din-ner and opera with a plain dark silk dross.

A new style of trimming street dresses iswith largo buckles ofJet or mother of pearl,which aro placed in thecentre of largo bowsup the front and back of theskirt and waist,and on the sleeves.

A bride who was married last week worea dressof whitevelvet,with throe point-laceflounces, a:point-lace veil fastened with atiara of diamonds, and diamond-necklaceand pendant ear-rings.:

'rho fashionabledress for a gentleman ata day wedding is the English suit of darkfrock coat, lavender pants, black or whitevest, blue necktie and lavender gloves, forevening weddings black dress coat andpantaloons, black or white yest and blackneck tie.

Ladles dress more this year for the operaand concerts than for many precedingyears. A black silk skirt is the foundation of most of the toilettes, and the hairelegantly dressed, handsome jewelry, andstylish opera cloak make up a very prettyand pleasing picture.

Bettor Still

A German woman, following the busi-ness of picking from the offal of NewYorkCity such things as rage and bones,recently died. She had lived in a littleshanty, and seemed to her neighbors tobe a proper object of charity. Afterherdeath and burial, a bank-book wasfound In her house showing that shehad deposits in the North River Sav-ings-Bank amounting to $5,000' andshe had also left a will by which thismoney goes to a little girl eight yearsold, who has been living with her forsome time. This is an opposite extremeto the extravagance of the age. If wemust say " poor woman !" over theGerman rag-picker, what shall we sayover the bedizened butterflies that areso extravagant and wasteful in life?

A person in high life once went toSir Eardly Wilmot, at the time LordChief Justice of the Court of CommonPleas, under a feeling of great wrathand indignation, at a real injury whichhe had received from a person high inthe political world, which he was de-termined to resent in the most effectualmanner. After relating the particulars,he asked Sir Eardly, if he did not thinkit would be manly toresent it? "Yes,,,said that eminent man, "It will bemanly to resist it; but it will be God-like to forgiveit."