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German Students' Duels.Tbe house which the German students

Praise Children.There is old superstition that praise is

Facts and Fancies.

In Council Bluffs, it is illegal to throwThe Cost of a Strike.

The Chicago Tribune, speaking of the

Smiling at the nervousness which causedme to start at so ordinary an occurrence,I turned trom my desk, and again sat

The Kansas and Her Convoy.Edwin White, commanding officer of

Little Guiacver.'V When Queen Gainsrer of Britain was a little wenoo. ' '

Locet Lubor't Lost.

Swift across the palace floor V f

; Flashed her tiny wilful feet ;" Pluyfello w, I will no more,

; eNow. I must my task complete." . ; '. ... - . ; -

Arthur kissed her childish hand,Sighed to think her task severe, ,Walked forth in the garden land, 1 .

Xonely, till she reappear. - , . .

She has sought her latticed room,Overlooking fairy seas,'

; ' " . . . . : --

Called Lancelot from a b9wery gloom,To feast of miik and honey of bees.

" Had we bid Prince Arthur too,He had shaken his grave head,Saying, My holidays are few I i

May queens not have their wills ?" she said.

Thus she passed the merry day !

Thus her women spake and smiled :

"All we see we need not say,For Guinever is but a child." A. W.

second flat, while fierce tongues of flamewere already leaping along the roof. Acrowd of men wcro hurrying confusedlyabout with buckets and pails of water. Inthe centre ot a group of womn I found ourmaid, Mary, stretched on the grass n aswoon. "My wife!" I exclaimed, as Irushed forward, " where is she ?" " Godknows, sir," said one of the mn; " wo havetwice tried to reach the second flat, butwere each time driven back by the smokeand file."' Without uttering a word Ientered the house,nnd ran along the lobby.The stair, fortunately, was built of stone,but the wood-wor- k on each side was onemass of blazing and crackling flame. Before1 had taken three steps 1 fell back, blinded,fainting, and half suffocated with tbesmoke. Two men who had followed mecaught me in their arms, and tried to re-

strain me by force from endeavoring toascend again. "Don't attempt it," theysaid; "you will only lose your owu lile,and can't save hers." " Let go, you cow-

ard !" I cried as soon as T could speak ; and,with the strength of madness, dashed themaside. I rushed up the stairs, and thistime succeeded in reaching the first landingin safety. The room which we used as ourbedchamber led oft a tmall parlor whichwas situated on this flat. Groping my waythrough the smoke, I found the door, but,to my horror, it was locked ! I dashedmyself against it again and again, but it re-

sisted all my elforts. To retern as I hadcome was now impossible, and I knew thatthe only hope of saving even my own lifewas to go forward. Despair gave mestrength, and lifting my foot, I struck itviolently against one of the lower pstnels ofthe door. It yielded a little. Anotherblow, and it was driven in. I crept throughthe opening, but so thick was the smoke inthe parlor that I could distinguish nothing." Maggie, Maggie !" I shrieked, " where areyou1" but no answer was returned. Crossing the parlor I gained cur bed-roo- door.To my joy it was open, and, stretched onthe floor I found the apparently lifeless formof my wife. I bent over her, and on plac-ing my hand on her heart I found that itwas still beating. I lifted her very tender-ly and gently, and carried her in my armsto the window, which I broke open. Ofwhat followed 1 am only dimly conscious ;

I have a confused remembrance of menbringing a ladder, and strong arms helpingU3 down, and the people cheering ; but itis all very vague and indistinct. My nextrecollection is that of finding myself in myfather's house all bruised and weak, butwith my own wife bending over me, andtending me with loving hands. We hadbeen burned out of house and home. For-

tunately everything was insured ; but evenhad it not been so, I had been content solong as she was spared to me.

On the evening of the next day, whenthe short winter twilight was fast closinground, and the first snowflakes were falling,Maggie drew a little stool close to thecough on which I lay, thinking over thestrange events which I have related. Ihad said nothing to anybody regarding thewarning which I had so mysteriously re-

ceived; and when questioned as to what

of Heidelberg use for their duels says acorrespondent, is situated a short distanceout of town, and when a duel is going on.sentinels are placed communicating fromtbe house to the town ; but this is entirelyunnecessary, for, although the duels areagainst the law, yet they are winked at bythe authorities; in fact, the inhabitantsare rather proud of them than otherwise,and would be very sorry if they wore puta stop to. The student who took me tosee the duels and myself started at abouthall-pa- st VJ m the morning and walked forabout fifteen minutes. We arrived at thehouse and, after introducing me to all hiscorps, we sat down by a table and talkedand drank beer, and waited for the duel tocommence.

The duels are arranged so that there areduels on three days of a week, whether aprovocation is given or not. The way ot itis this : The director of the duels takestbe names of the members of the corps inregular order, and pairs them off, andthevarc compelled to fight, although they maybe the very best friends in the world, orperhaps even relations. So you see thatwhen a fellow goes into one of these corpshe is compelled to fight, although he maybe a very peaceablo fellow ; for, as I saidbefore, they don't wait for a provocation,but fight any way. The swords that theynght with are made ot a long and verythin piece of steel, which bends very easilyand is as sharp as a razor, so that tho leasttouch leaves a mark. The students hereare cut horribly, and some of them arereally disgusting to look at, their faces areso frightfully scarred. The head is thepart of the body aimed at, and is, in fact,the only part that can be hit. for the upperpart of the body is padded so thickly thatthe sword cannot cut through the padding.When fighting the sword is held over thehead in such a manner that instead ofsticking it slashes; and the eyes beingprotected by largo iron spectacles, it isvery seldom if ever that a real injuryoccurs, further than cutting up their faces,and that doesn't last long, for the woundsoon heals up and leaves a scar, which thestudents are very proud of; in fact, theydon't think very much of a fellow unlesshe has at least one scar.

The largest corps student that ever ap-

peared in Heidelberg was an American.Who came here nn average-size- d man, andwent away something to behold, and having the honor ol being the best drinker,and also tbe best duelist in Heidelberg.He fought something like a hundred duels,and never got- - defeated till nearly the lastOne be fought, when ke got his nose almostcut on; but, nothing daunted, he steppedup to his adversary, holding his nose onwith his hand, and challenged him toanother duel, which was accepted. Theyfought, . and the indomitable American,the hero of a hundred duels, came outahead, to the gratihcation of all hisadmiring friends. He is considered to have beenthe greatest man m Heidelberg (which hecertainly was as regards size), and hisname will probably be handed down fromgeneration to generation, and looked up toas something supenor, something almostimmortal, by the students.

A Sad Story.An English correspondent, in refer

ring to the laborers' revolt in the country, gives the following among other in-

stances of the condition of the Agricultural laborers there :

"A short time ago a letter came tome from Buckinghampshire, asking ifsomething could not be doue to draw at-

tention to the condition of the farm-boy- s

in that county. A poor boy named tieo.Knibbs, the letter said, was found deadon the roadside on a cold, biting morning in March, 1870. He was only nineyears old, and had been at work threeyears fr a farmer at JSeckhampstead.The only witness was a fellow-labore- r, alittle boy eleven years old, They weresent out in the morning of an inclementday to drive in heifers to the town ofWinslow, a journey of seven or eightmiles. The youngest child wanted totake some food with him, as it was sup-posed he had had no breakfast, but thefarmer told them they need take no foodas they would be home by eleven o'clock.A journey of sixteen miles, and to drivesix heifers half the distance, was toomuch for the poor things. Rain andsleet fell on the journey. They deliv-ered the cattle at a public house in Win-slo-

where they were directed. Theygot half a pint of beer with three penny--

worth of brandy in it to warm them,which they drank between them. Theydid not venture to ask for food, andnone was given. They trudged a mileor two on their way back, when theyoungest said he would go to his AuntEmma's, and the eleven-year-ol- d boywent on and got home cold and wet.The poor lad Knibbs fell on his face,and was found some hours afterward,when he had been long dead. The poorfather wandered about at night till twelveo'clock, looking for his boy, and satup for him till two o'clock in the morn-ing. Next day he found out where thebody of his son had been taken. Theletter I received informed me that thefarmer who employed the poor man stop-ped out of his wages the time employedin looking for his dead child. This isonly a fair illustration of tho conditionof penury and dependence in which thegreater portion of the Buckinghamp-shire laborers really are. The Telegraphhas begun to examine into the conditionof the Scotch agricultural laborer. TheScotch field is a fruitful one. Farmingis carried out more scientifically there,as a rule, than in England, but the con-dition of the patient laborer equallyneeds revising there. The conservativeGlobe reports that the wages of agricul-tural laborers ar,e about to be raised allover the country. Public opinion is ac-

celerating the force of agitation.

Wanted. The following amusing ad-

vertisement, a mixture truly of rhymeand reason, lately appeared: "Re-quired, by a gent, near to Bromley inKent, a cook on plain cooking plainlyintent. She need not make entrements,sauces or jellies, that cause indigestionand irritate ; enough if she's ableto serve up a dinner that won't makeher master a dyspeptic grinner. If askedto bake bread, no excuse she must utter ;must be able to churn, and to makemelted butter. If these she can doeke boil a potato, and cook well a chopwith a sauce called tomatc the writerwon't care to apply further test that'she'sup to her work and knows all tbe rest.She must be honest, industrious, soberand clean, neat in her garb, not a highlydressed queen ; and must be content,whatever her age is, with sugar and teaand 20 wages.

An Iowa paper recommends a man tooffice because, it says, " he takes an opendrink without clasping all four of hisfingers about the glass," That man jsa eurjosity in Xowa.

toogood a thing to be given to children,that it is too rich for their mental andmoral digestion. Some parents are soafraid that a child will grow proud, thatthey never praise him, and this course isoften disastrous. It is apt to producetoo much self-asserti- for self-ass- er

tion is a legitimate outgrowth of thewithholding of commendation to whichone is entitled or to engender a self-distru- st

or melancholy hopelessness ofdisposition.

Praise is snnshme to a child, and thereis no child that does not need it. It isthe hign reward of one's struggle' to doright. Thomas Hughes says you cannever get a man's best out ot him without praise. Many a sensitive child, webelieve, dies of a hunger for kind commendation. Many a child starving forthe praise that parents should give, runson eagerly after the designing flatteryof others.

To withhold praise where it is due,is dishonest, and in the case of a childsuch a course often leaves a stingingsense of injustice. Motives of commonjustice, as well as a regard for the fu-

ture of the child, should influence theparent to give generous praise for allthat deserves it. Of course there is adifference in the constitution of chil-dren. Some cannot bear so much praiseas others, and some need a great deal.It should never be indiscriminate. Weremember a wonderful woman whotaught school in one village until shehad educated a part of three genera-tions. She was one of the most success-ful of teachers. But her success lay inher gift of praising with discrimination.A bad boy who was a good scholar gotpraises of his brilliancy sandwiched inbetween her admonitions for his badbehavior, and so was won to a betterlife, and we recall a good girl whohad no gift of learning rapidly, but whowas saved from utter despair by thepraise she got for her untiring industry.Into the discouraged hearts of the children the praises of the teacher camelike sunbght. And the virtues, like other good fruits, can only ripen in thesunshine. Hearth and Home.

A Husband's Commandments.Thou shalt have no other man but meThou shalt not have a daguerreotype

or any other likeness of any man but thyhusband.

Thou shall not keep it in secret norworship it for I thy husband am a jealoushusband.

Thou shalt not speak thy husband'sname with levity.

Remember thy husband's commandments to keep them sacred.

Honor thy husband and obey him thatthou mayest be long in the house he hasgiven thee.

Thou shalt not find fault when thyhusband chews and smokes.

Thou shalt not scold.Thou shalt not permit thy husband to

wear a buttonless shirt; but shall keephis clothes in good repair.

Thou shalt not continually gad aboutneglecting thy husband and family.

Thou shalt not strive to live in thestyle of thy neighbor unless thy husbandis able to support it.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's finehouse nor his fine furniture, nor hiswife's thousand dollar shawl, nor herhfty dollar handkerchief, nor anythingthat is thv nei&rbbor's.

Thou spalt not go to Women's Eightsmeetings, neither to speak thyself orhear others speak.

Thou shalt not scold if thy husbandstay out till after ten o'clock at night.

Thou shalt not sum up large bills atthe stores which thy husband is unableto foot for verily he knoweth his means.

Wages in Massachusetts.The facts developed by the Massachu-

setts Bureau of Statistics of Labor, willbe read with interest at this time by all.The Bureau seem to have done theirwork well. Information tabulative rela-tive to the earnings, &c, of men engagedin the fisheries, principally on the GrandBanks, along shore, and in the bay ofSt. Lawrence, show the following, for in-stance. A vessel of forty to 115 tons,costing $6,000 to $10,000, absent fromfour to six months on -- the Banks ofNewfoundland, will earn $800, the small-est earnings being $300. Taking twenty--

five separate cases the average earn-

ings per year is $482. The highest aver-age earnings embrace the largest numberof persons engaged in the business, asthere is a uniformity of share to the lar-

gest number of fishermen, the smallshares belonging to the green hands. &c.

Eeferring to the work of women, illus-trations are given of cooks, chamber-maids, kitchen and table-girl- s, in someten of the the leading counties of theState with the following result. It mustbe understood that in these cases boardis included, and the figures given are anaverage of all those cases looked into bythe bureau: Cooks, 8.85 ; Chamber-maids, $4.54; Kitchen girls, 2.98; Tablegirls, $4.74; Average hours of labor perweek, 68; General average earnings peryear, $274,56.

The Roumanian Jews. The officialcorrespondence in relation to the perse-cution of the Jews in Eoumania has beentransmitted to the U. S. Senate. Underdate of April 19, 1872, Mr. Peixotto,American Consul at Bucharest, writesthat all the foreign representatives atBucharest, except the Russian, hadsigned an address to the Government ofPrince Charles, saying they had learnedwith profound regret that after haVingcondemned several Israelites to severepenalties, the prosecution of whom wasabandoned by the public ministry itself,the court of Assizes of Buzio had acquit-ted all the individuals who were chargedwith committing the gravest crimesagainst the Jewish population of Vilcoon.Secretary Fish, under date of May 13,1872, approves of Peixotto's action intaking part in the remonstrance, andadds : " You will not be backward injoining any similar protest or othermeasure which the foreign representa-tives there may deem advisable, with aview to avert or mitigate further harsh-ness toward the Israelites resident in orsubjects of the Principabty."

Pbofits op Gas. Whoever has money,let him invest it with gas companies.There is no business so sure and nonewhich offers the same chance for makingup'sums of money when they are needed.It appears from a statement in the NewYork World that the Manhattan com-

pany paid but $25 per share on theircapital, the profits having paid the rest,and run the value of stock up to $211,thus representing an accumulation" of440 per cent., besides regular semi-annu-

dividends. In Cincinnati the prof-its of the gas company pay about twentyper cent, per annum on a capital of$2,850,000.

down by the fire. But smile as I would,and reason as I might, I felt that I wasfast succumbing to vague foundationlessfears. Thinking that the atmosphere ofthe room, which I felt close and hot, mighthave something to do with my peculiarcondition of mind, I flung open the door,and stepped outside, in the hope that thecool air might scare away the phantomsof my brain. As I crossed the threshold,the midnight express crashed past with aspeed and force which shook every tim-ber of the building, and uttering a loudshriek, disappeared into the tunnel at theend of the steep gradient, on the summitof which my station was placed. Whenit had gone, there was stillness, stillnessbroken it I ean call it broken only bythe peculiar sighing of the air passingacross the wires, which is heard even inthe calmest of nights. I stood and lis-

tened to the strange, melancholy, jEolian-har- p

like sound, now so faint as to bealmost inaudible, and anon swelling intoa wild low waiHng. I looked up and sawOrion and the Pleiades, and thought howoften on nights, not long ago, when I hadwatched for Maggie in the wood, I hadgazed up" through the tall sombre pinesand watched their trembling fires. Fromthat my mind reverted to the earnestnesswith which my wife had asked ine toremain at home that night, and the un-

usual pensiveness of her manner when shebade me good-by- e. What cculd be themeaning ot it all ? As a general rule, Ihad a most profound disbelief in omens,presentiments, and all sorts of supersti-tion ; but in spite of it, I felt that I wouldhave given a good deal at that time, to hetransported just for one minute to myhome, to see whether all was well there.I might have called up my assistant,' wholodged in a farmhouse not tar distant, andgone home ; but as I could give no goodreason Tor going away, I resolved to staywhere I was, and get through the nightas best I could. " If this goes on," said Ito myself as I turned inside again, andpoked np the coals with rather more noiseand vigor than was absolutely necessary

"if this goes on much longer, I shallhave to consult a doctor, that's plain."For I knew that the causeless apprehen-sion? which I experienced were often onlythe "iyraptoms of an unusual state ot bodilyhealth. I filled my pipe and lit it, butthe weed had lost its usual tranquilizingpower. As the wreaths curled slowlyupwards, I saw my wife's face looking atme tearfully as when I had left her. Againthe bell raDg sharply; but, as before, nointelligible sign was made by the needles.I leaned my elbows on the desk, and,with my head between my hands, watchedtheir unending motions. An hour mighthave passed thus, when once more I wasstartled by the clang of the bell. Thistime, it was lander and more urgent, and,it seemed to me, though perhaps I mayerr here, with a peculiar unearthly sound,such as I had never heard before. 1 amutterly unable to tell in what manner theimpression was produced, but it seemedas if there mingled with the metallic ringthe tone of a human voice and it wasthe voice of one I knew. The needles, Inow observed, began to make signs whichI understood ; and slowly, as if some novicewere working the instrument, the letters' were signaled. No sooner hadI read off the final " e " than, to myamazement and terror, 1 distinctly sawthe handle of my instrument, although Iwas not touching it at the time, as itgrasped by some invisible. Jband, moverapidly, and make the signal " Under-stood," which the receiver of a messagetransmits at the end of every word.

. A oold'thrill ran through me, and I feltas if every drop of blood were leaving myheart O uld I have been the subject ofan optical delusion T I knew that suchwas not the case, for I had plainly heardthe click of the handle as it turned, andnow I could perceive that another wordwas being slowly spelt out. But so be-wildered and terrified was I, that I tailedto catch the 6igns. Again my handlemoved, and this time made the signal" Not understood." With an overwhelming feeling of awe, I watched the dialsintently while the letters were Again signaled, and this time 1 read "li-o-m-e- ."

Then there -- was a cessation of all motionfor a second or two, and once more theneedles resumed their incoherent vibra-tions. ' I stood petrified with fear andamazement, half believing that I was in adream, for reason refused to accept to theevidence oi sense. Ajouia. xnai De a mes-sage for met If t!o. whence came it?What hand had sent it t .Could it be thatsome power higher than 'that of naturethus warned me of impending danger?Should I obey the mysterious summons?

While I thus deliberated the bell againsounded with a clangor still more loud.imperious and unearthly, and, after a fewuncertain, movements,- - the magnets repeated? the "frds " Come home comehome I" the handles moving as before.could remain at my post no longer. Comewhat might, I felt that I had no alternative but to obey. I ran to the house wheretbe clerk lived, and on rousing the inmates and gaining admission, told himthat he must take my place immediately,as I had been suddenly called away. Theman seemed somewhat surprised at myexcited and startled manner, but what hesaid or did I cannot recollect. On enter-ing the stable where my horse was stalled,I perceived a saddle hanging on the wall ;and knowing that I could get over theground more swittly riding than driving,I threw it on his back, and in a minute ortwo was dashing along the road in thedirection of home. I shall never forgetthat ride. Although I urged my horsewith whip and voice till he flew ratherthan galloped, the pace was far too slowfor my excited mind. Woods, bridgeswith the moonlit streams sippling beneaththem, farmhouses where the deep-voice- d

watch-dog- s were awakened by the loudbeat of hoofs, shot by me like things in adream ; and at last, breathless and pant-ing, we clattered up the long causewayedstreet of the village where I lived. Allwas dark and silent in the houses, andthe windows seemed to stare blank andvacantly in the bright moonlight. Sud-denly a horse and rider appeared at theother end of the street, with a hoarse cry," Fire ! '' At the same instant, the churchbell was rung violently, and at once, as ifby a common impulse, the whole villagestarted into life. Lights appeared in thehouses, and a hundred windows weredashed quickly up. I saw white figuresstanding at them, and heard "voices crying"Where?" Checking my horse with ajerk, which threw him upon his haunches,X listened : for the reply, " Craigside" "House!"'

Great Heaven ! my worst fears wererealised.-- ! It was my own home. I chokeddown the agony, which : ajmost force! acry, and pressing onward with redoubledspeed, eoon arrived at the scene of the fire.The house was a large old one, and when Ireached it, smoke wts issuing in tbick,Wwky Toluinos fjojft tb window of tlje

possible striie of the workingmen in thatcity, says : We have now in Chicago,say :

Per diem. Per week.12,000 carpenters, earning

$3.50 per day $12,000 $255,C008, 0CO bricklayers, earning

to per day 40,000 240.C002,0, 0 plasterers, earning $5

per day 10,000 60,0002,C00 painters, earning

$1.50 per day 7,000 42,0003,500 stonecutters, earning

M per any li.uuo ?4,oou

27, "00 workingmen, earin--ing $113,000 $678,000

A strike by the afoove workmen stops asupply of $678,000 per week, or abouttwo millions every three weeks, no w beingpaid to their families. A strike for twomonths would waste a larger sum ofmoney than the whole world's charity toUhicago on the occasion of her great calamity, a charity so munificient that eventhe donors were astonished at the grandaggregate of their own liberality. Itwould mean for each workingman thewaste of more money than he could saveby his labor for a year.

JJut this is not the whole of the account. These thirty thousand working-me- n

are nearly all tenants, very few ofthem owning houses of their own. Ifthey board, their rent is a part of theirweekly charge. With their families, averaging three to each workingman, theynumber one hundred thousand people tobe provided with shelter a number near-ly as great .as was burned out of homesby the great conflagration. Not muchless than one-thir- d of the population ofthe city are connected by some tie ofdependence with this mechanic and building class. They have the most direct interest as tenants in reducing rents, andthis can only be done by the rapid rebuilding of the city. If a general strikeshould delay the rebuilding of Chioago,for every day the work is so delayed theworkmen engaged m it will find an extradollar per month added to their rentnext winter.

The Olden Things.As we grow older, says Oliver Wendell

Holmes, we think more and more of oldpersons and of old things and places. Asto old persons, it seemed as if we neverknew how much they had to tell until weare old ourselves and they have been gonetwenty or thirty years. Once in a whilewe come upon some survivor of his or hergeneration that we have overlooked, andfeel as if we had recovered one of the lostboohs of Livy or fished up the goldencandlestick from the ooze of the Tiber.So it was the other day after mv reminis.cences of .the old gambrel-roofe- d houseand its visitors. They found an echo inthe recollections of one of the brightestand liveliest of my suburban friends,whose memory is exact nbout everythingexcept her own age, which, there can beno doubt, she makes out a score or twoof years more than it really is. Still shewas old enough to touch some lights anda shadow oi two into the potuaits I haddrawn, which made me wish that she andnot I had been the artist who sketchedthe pictures. Among the lesser regretsthat mingle with graver sorrows for thefriends of an earlier generation we havelost, are our omissions to ask them somany questions they could have answ eredso easily, and would have been so pleasedto be asked. There 1 I say to myselfsometimes, in aU absent mood, I mustask her about that. But she of whom Iam now thinking has long been beyondthe reach of any earthly questioning, andI sign to think how easily I could havelearned some fact which I should havebeen happy to have transmitted withpious care to those who are to come afterme. How many times have I heard herquote theline about blessings brighteningas they take their night, and how true itproves in many little ways that one neverthinks of until it is too late !

Ostbich Faems. The raising of theostrich in a tame state for its feathers isnow carried on extensively in Africa.The birds are kept in inclosures, and fedon lucerne, with which the inclosure isplanted. Every eight months they areplucked,some extracting the quill at once,and others cutting the quill a little aboveits insertion, and then removing theroots a couple of months later. Thelatter method is said to give better re-sults with less injury to the bird. Theyield is about fifty dollars per annum foreach bird. In breeding it is found tobe best to allow one female to each male,though in the wild state five females areatached to a single male. There areusually two broods in a year, and themale and female sit .on the eggs by turns,the male generally taking the largestshare of this duty. The female takeschief charge of the brood after it ishatched. The young are reared onchopped lucerne, and as they get oldera little grain is given them; They alsorequire abundance ot water, and a liber-al supply of pulverized quartz and smallbones. When grown, no food suits thembetter than chopped lucerne or trefoil,with an occasional supply of cabbage,fruit, and grain.

The Gebms of Disease. An articlesays, that as the result of a series of ex-

periments on the low forma of life byheat, Dr. Grace Calvert demonstratesthat the germs of diseasea temperature of 300 degrees Fahren-heit. Exposure to such a heat as thisinjures the fibers of all kinds of clothso seriously that they are unfit for fur-ther use. It is therefore evident that themere agency of heat cannot be depend-ed upon for the destruction of the germsor corpuscles attached to the clothing ofpersons who have suffered from any con-tagious disease. The necessity for achange in opinion regarding the powerof chlorine gs.s to accomplish this pur-pose is urged in a recent report of theNew York Board of Health on the dis-infection of clothing and bedding, and ;

sulphurous acid gas prepared by burn-ing sulphur far the disinfection of rooms.The latter substance, especially, seemsto have the power of utterly destroyingthe germs of small-po- x, while chlorinefrequently fails altogether, or only ac-

complishes the object in an imperfectmanner.

A Singtjdab Case. A young, hand-some, and well-dress- ed lady appeared atthe county jail in Chicago, with a licenseand a justice of the peace, and insistedon being married to a notorious hotelthief, who is awaiting trial which willundoubtedly result in a five years' sen-tence to the penitentiary. The womanbelongs to a wealthy and respectablefamily of Chicago, who are in great dis-tress on account of the infatuation oftheir daughter for the thief. The mar-riage ceremony was performed and thetbjef returned to bis cejl,

scraps of paper in the streets.All the light dresses this season are

looped with large black velvet bows withlong ends.

Twentv-fou- r orphans of Burbngton,Iowa, mourn the decease of one and thesame father.

An Australian has a false eye made ofan emerald and a diamond. He considershis sight priceless.

A woman named Joy died lately in Wabash, 111., at the age of 107. She camenear being a joy forever.

The feather edged crepe ribbons arevery much used this season for sashes,neckties and bonnet strings.

The unfavorable season has caused agreat falling off in the production ofmaple sugar and syrup. The quality ofthe crop, too, is very inferior. -

Human nature is the same everywhere..It is remarked in New York that horse-c-ar

conductors on six-cen- ts hues refuseto affiliate with their five-cen- ts brothers.

The Swedish government offers a prizefor an essay n the best means of puttinga stop to the rapid increasing emigrationof the rural population from that country.

The true motives of onr actions, likethe reed pipes of an organ, are usuallyconcealed ; but the gilded and nouowpretext is pompously placed in front forshow.

An Indiana paper has this scandal:Owensburg, Green County, shipped 120barrels of whiskey to Kentucky last week,to be manufactured into seventy-year-ol- d

Bourbon. The process will occupy about48 hours.

It is said that persons affected by theconcussion of a stroke of lighting can besaved in most cases by reactionary reme-dies, such as the rapid dashing of coldwater over the victim, ana the applicationof friction.

The Young Men'a Christian room atCincinnati are fiued up with an " amuse-ment room," in which ample space isgiven, to the playing of croquet, a gamowhich is nightly pursued to the latestpermissable hour.

A little six year old Bon of Mr. Weberof Sandwioh, Illinois, is almost an expertwith firearms as a grown man. He pass-ed a ball entirely through his little handand deposited it safely under his leftoptio without previous practice.

" I the spirit of Israel Putnam dead?"is the way in which a Shawneetown (111.)

paper calls upon the residents to riseand slaughter the wolf which has dis-

played abnormal activity in competingwith them in the raising of muttou.

Grundy County, Iowa, has more largefarms than any other county in the State.One man has a farm of 6.000 acres, an-

other of 2,040 acres, another of 1,320,another of 1,300, and several others of1,200 to 1,300 acres.

There are thirty-fiv- e thousand deaf anddumb persons in the United States, andforty-fou- r institutions for their educa-tions, each containing on an averageabout one hundred and fifty pupils, near-

ly all supported by the State govern-ments.

A clergyman, having made several at-

tempts to reform a profligate, was atlength repulsed with "It is all in vain,doctor, you cannot get me to change myreligion." "I do not want that," re-

plied the good man, "I wish religion tochange you."

Adulterated coffee can be easily detec-ted, even if the taste is not a sure index.If a ul of genuine ground cof-fee be thrown into a tumblerful of coldwater, it will float upon the surface.Substances used in adulterating coffeewill sink at once.

The committee of the Maine Editorsand Publishers' Association, to whomwas entrusted tbe matter of making ar-

rangements for the annual excursion,have decided on July 9 as the day of de-

parture from Portland, and Mount Des-ert as the " objective point " of the ex-

pedition.Women in Austria perform the duties

of bricklayers' laborers, and may be Eeencarrying hods of mortar and baskets ofbrick up high ladders. More than this,they dig and wheel barrows of " ballast"almost as nimbly as the men. meychor wood, they carry water, they oftSrto black your boots in the street, andperform many other little offices, which,according to our notions, do not andshould not come under the denomina-tion of " women's work."

The Conversatlonslians, Ba?en.The central attraction of Baden is, of

course, the Conversationshaus ; so call-

ed, I presume, because no one is expect-ed to speak there except in a whisper.Why a gambling hall should bo styleda conversation-hous- e is beyond conjec-ture. The name must be the result ofsome Teutonio vagary in which ironywas uppermost. The Conversationshauscontains a number of drawing, dining,reading, concert, and gaming rooms, allelaborately gilded and frescoed andluxuriously furnished immense mirrorson the walls reflecting every form andface. The gambling saloons, openinginto each other, usually have six rouletteand rouge-et-no- ir (trente-o- t quarante)tables, at which all the gambling is done.They are open from an early hour of themorning to midnight, but the playingdoes not begin until eleven o'clock inthe forenoon, and does not end untileleven in the evening. The place is nspublio as Broadway or City Hall Park.Every body goes in and goes out, betsor bets not, just as he pleases. There isno one to question or interrupt, to inviteor discourage, any respectably dressedor decently behaving stranger, who fromcuriosity, inclination, or any other mo-

tive, may see fit to enter. If he carrya cane or umbrella, or wish, to leave hishat hats are not worn at the shrine ofthe fickle goddess he will find in a sortof yestibule very polite lackeys, in liverymuch resembling a court costume, whowill benignantly inform him that it iscontrary to the rules of the Direction totake either of those articles, or go cover-ed, into the charmed presence of thechallengers of fortune. These bedizenedservants are stationed in all the saloons,ready and anxious to do any one's bid-

ding, with tiJe expectation, of course,of receiving certain ' douceurs for theirtrouble. They are the most obedientand obsequious of underlings ; they will,do any thing the mysterious Directionallows and it is far from narrow onmost subjects in the promptest andmost satisfactory manner. The Direc-tion' pays a license, of about $75,000 ayear, and defrays, moreover, all the ex- -

penses of the establishment, amountingto as much more which bIiows that thebusiness is at Jeast profitable, Trper't Ma$tin4,

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the TJ. Ship Kansas, has sent to the Sec-retary of the Navy a report of his actionin conveying the steamship Virginiusirom beneath the guns ot the bpanisliman-of-w- ar Pizarro. After receiving hisinstructions from the U. S. Government,Lt. White says he returned to his ship,and at night loaded his guns. He adds:This I did under cover of darkness, forthe reason that I thought it best to makeno demonstration which might lead thecommander of the Pizarro to believe thepreparations were being made with hos-tile intent, for the reason that they wereprecautionary measures merely, and Idid not desire to do anything which hemight construe as mere bravado. Dur-ing the next morning, preparations forsea were clearly visible onboard the Vir-

ginius. Her motions were closely fol-

lowed by the Pizarro. Both vessels weregetting up steam and their boats werehoisted. The large rifle pivot of the Pi-

zarro, mounted on the mortar deck, waspointed upon the Yirginius, as well asher two starboard broadside guns. 1therefore sent the men quietly to quarters, making no display above the rail,neither showing a crew at the rifled twenty pounder on the torcastle, nor makinga display of the marine guard on thepoop deck. Served out an ample supplyof ammunition for small arms and pis-tols and inspected carefully all arrange-ments for supplying powder and fightingthe guns; made preparations for slippingthe cable. This being done, I causedthe men to leave their quarters; theirbelts equipped, to be deposited at theguns, ready for use at a moments notice.After sending officers and papers to thecommanding officer of the Pizarro, thathe might understand the position of af-

fairs, Lt. White adds :

The Virginius got under weigh at thesame moment we slipped our chain,went to quarters and cast loose batteryand sanded down decks for and aft. TheVirginius immediately took up positionon our port bow. We steamed ahead, soas to bring the Pizarro on our starboardquarter. In this relative position thetwo vessels proceeded to sea, the Virgini-us being about two cables length ahead,and the Pizarro three cables length ofour starboard quarter. The Virginiusstood up the coast about north-northeas- t,

occasionally standing more to tbe northward, thus gradually diverging from thecoast until wo were about four miles off.During the first three-quarte- rs of an hourthe Virginius dropped us until we werefrom a half to three-fourth- s of a mileastern. The Pizarro we dropped veryrapidly, and it soon became evident thatthe Virginius was more than a match forher in point of speed. Captain Bowen,hailed us and said that he felt no appre-hensions whatever; that so far he hadcarried only nine pounds of steam, andthat he thought he could look out forhimself. During this hour and a halfwe had not logged more than eight knots,and the Pizarro was about three milesastern. 1 continued in company withthe Virginius for an hour longer, untilhalf-pa- st four, at which time, as nearlyas I could judge the .fizarro was aboutfive miles astern. I went about on myreturn passed close aboard the Pizarro,so closely that I could recognize hercommander without a glass.

She was pitching very much at thetime, and from the volume of densesmoke which was constantly emitted fromher two smoke pipes X am of opinionthat her fires were being forced and thatshe was making all possible speedWhen abreast of the Pizarro I looked atthe Virginius. She was completely hulldown, her paddle-boxe- s just showingabove the horizon. I reached our former anchorage about half past six andpicked up the chain which we hadslipped.

Wesley's Out-Do- or Preaching;Almost inaccessible to weariness or

physical pain, he made his way overhill, moor, and arid mountains, oftenfrozen by the chill blasts and thickening snows of the uplands, or shiveringamidst the Scotch mists ; yet storm andfrost never checked his ardor ; neverwould he forget or pass over his appointment to preaoh. He pressed onwith the resolution of a Caspar over dangerons roads, through inclement weather,and often rose hoarse with cold andworn with travel, to speak to the anxiousthrongs who awaited his coming ; yet herelates that as he spoke his physical painwould disappear, his vigor return, and agenial ardor restore his feeble frame tounprecedented strength. Sometimes hepreached while the fierce winds and theautumnal frost passed unnoticed overhis attentive people ; more than oncethe rain descended and the lightningsplayed while he described the triumphsof faith. Over has immense audiencesWesley exerted a singular influence, thatwas almost unknow n to Whitefield orhis followers ; his calm and thoughtfulrhetorio produced results that mightseem appropriate only to the most

elormence. Sobs and criesbroke from the sternest breasts ; strongmen fell down in convulsions of miseryand despair. The room in which hepreached was often filled with loud outcries and wild exclamations ; women fellinto trances and groveled in the dust ;and these "stricken cases," as they weretermed, formed so marked a trait of thenew movement as to excite the reprobation of the cold and censorious and startie the philosophical. But Wesley sawin these singular occurrences the natural struggle for a new life, and he at least,was not appalled when his vast audiencewas shaken as if with a mighty wind,when wild sobs and shouts of agonypassed over the startled throng, and theyfell groveling on the earth ; for he believed the Spirit of God was movin,them to repentance. Nor in any perioof strong religious excitement whenSavonarola preached and Bernard prayed have similar traits ol deep emotionbeen unobserved. Eugene Lawrence.

An AntOTiNQ Scene. At one of therecent Communist trials, the wife ofFeltesse, the prisoner on trial, was calledas a witness. She entered the court witha feeble tread ; in her arms she carrieda new-bor- n child. At the eight of herFeltesse broke into wild sobs, while therooor woman uncovered the unconsciouslittle baby's face and held it up so thatthe father might at least once see hischild. The scene was very affecting.

Sad. A man and wife in Ohio werediscussing lately the death of a childthrough drinking concentrated lye, andwere wondering why people would be soforgetful as to leave such a thing wherea child could reach it Meanwhile, theirlittle fifteen-months-o- ld baby found itsway to a crock of the same liquid anddrank it, dying within a short time.

,31Y NIGHT IN A BOX. -i

?'And mnst you really go away, andremain all night in that nasty old box ofyours, and leave your Little Rosebud, asyou call her, all alone here, to imagineall sorts of horrid things happening toher poor old boy ? CouldnT; you stay athome just for this one night ? "

"Couldn't possibly do it, my love," saidI, struggling into my greatcoat, and pos-sessing myself at the same time of my bigdriving-glove- s, which my little wife wasabsently trying to fit on her own' littlehands.

"Not it I very much wished it, WUliofDo yon know, so strange and lonelylast night, when yon were away, that Icould hardly make up my mind to go toled at all ; and ht I can scarcelybear the thought that you should be solone absent. You know what a timid,foolish little thing I am." . . , .

Her arm quietly stole roupd me, andshe looked np to my face with a wistful,anxious look, while a tear stood glisteningin the corners of her sweet, brae eyes." Why, you wee goose," said I, kissingaway the bright token of her earnestness," what has put such absurd thoughts intothat wise little noddle of yours t Are youafraid that the fairies will waylay me andspirit me away to their elfin-lan- d ? If theydo, I shall tell them that I have left afairy at home, and not even the blandish-ments of the queen herself shall temptme into their uncanny country. But se-

riously, Maggie, there is nothing to bealarmed about. I shall be at home, byseven o'clock, at the latest ; but since yorfare so eerie, I will call at father's as Ipass, and sendnp my brother Bob to keepyou company and stay in the house allnight. Will that content you, little wo-ma- nf

" " --

"No; don't do 'that; it would lookfoolish, and Bob would only laugh at me

1 1- .- TT- - .7- - J i iwueu no value, ue uues uot unaerstanume. 1 think no one does understand meexcept yon, dear Will."

"Thank yon, Mag; ! .'think T do un-derstand you But here comes' the gig ;eo good-by- e, and don't fret for the shorttime I am away. I shall be back long be-fore you are done dreaming."

So saying, I mounted the gig, and droverapidly along the frozen road.- - But my.wife, lingered by the porch, following ,mewith her eyes ; and so long as the housewas in sight, I could, on leaning back, seeher white dress shimmering ghost-lik- e inthe light which streamed through theopen door.

At the time of which I write, I wastelegraph superintendent on the Wiltonand Longbank line of railway. One ofthe clerks, who was on night-dut- y, hadbeen taken suddenly ill, and being unableto find a suitable substitute, 1 had takenliis work myself until such . time as he'should recover. I had only been marrieda few months, and was by no means reconciled to the necessity of leaving mywife and home to pass the' night in that"nasty old box." as Mag called it andshe was perfectly right in her. description.But I knew that it was a necessity, and Iknew likewise that no grumbling of minecould mend the matter. ;ri ? '

A drive of about eight miles broughtme to my post. There was1 nothing veryextraordinary in the duty to which I hadbeen called away, nor was it any new ex-

perience to me ; but on that night mymind was filled with vague, indefinablefears, for which I tried in vain to account.The night was clear and windless, andaway to the northwestern sky the auroraborealis was flitting to and fro in a thous-and strange fantistio rhapes. As I watch-ed the shifting and quivering gleams, nowshooting in rapid succession from oneluminous center, and anon spreading androlling wave after wave across the starryheavens, I began to think of the disas-trous' omens of war, plague- - and famine,which in the olden times men irew fromsuch sights. Somewhat of the same emo-tion I felt in my own mind, and reason asI would, I felt it impossible to shake offthe growing sense of uneasiness and gloomwhich had taken possession of me. Onentering the telegraph station, the clerkwhom I had come to relieve was readyto depart." You won't have much to do t.

sir," saia ne. in e. instruments arequite unworkable; no signals have beenreceived for the last three hours. Goodnight"

When I was left alone, I found that itwas as he had said. The electrio currents,which are developed in the atmosphereduring most meteorological changes, hadrendered the wires quite useless : and although the needles swayed ceaselesslybackwards and forwards, they made nosign which the wisdom of man could in-

terpret. Seeing that my office was likelyto be a sinecure,! drew my chair to thestove, and taking down a book which Isaw on a shelf, I tried to interest myselfin tne story, ine volume I had discovered was "Jane Eyre;" and although,since that time, I have read with tearsand laughter, it and the other works thatcame from the same true and loving pen,yet on that night the spell of her who iaso powerful to awaken oar interest andenlist our sympathy who has given nsBlack Rochester and chronicled with nounkindly hand the vagaries of the' threeeccentric curates, and won our hearts forProfessor .Emanuel Carl Paul had nopowaritol-flnie- t waaderinmy wild, . ....11 V i TT1"1- - Twiouguuj. sue i was turning listlesslyover the the leaves, the stillness was startled by the sharp, quick clanging of theelectric bell, the usual signal to prepare toread off a message. With a shiver ofalarm, J turned quickly to tbe instrument,

'bat soon perceived that that bell had beenrung by no earthly power, for the vibrating needles made no intelligible sign, andI knew that the sound had been producedby a current of attaosperio eJeotricitT

had caused me to return so opportunely,had always made some evasive answer, forI feared that the reality would never haveobtained belief.

" Willie, said the soft low voice of mywife, ''if you had not come home "

"Hush, my darling. Don't talk likethat, for I can't bear even to think of it."

" But it might have been. And do youknow, Willie, I had such a strange dreamon that awful night ?"

" A dream, Maggie ? Tell me what itwas.

"You remember," said she, drawingnearer to me, " the evening you took Maryand me into the telegraph office, and toldus all about the batteries, and magnets andelectricity, and a great many things whichwe couldn't understand at all, though wepretended to do so, lest you should thinkus stupid f '

"Perfectly."" And you remember, too, how, when I

said that I should like to send a messagewith my own hands, you made me takebold of the handle, and then you guided it,while I sent a message to your brotherRobert, who was in the office at Lowestoftthen ? And the end of it was, ' Come,home come home !' which I repeated overand over again, until I could do it quitewen without your help."

I turned quickly round, but she wasgazing intently at the fire, and did notperceive the startled look I gave her.

" Well," sho continued, " the night be-fore last, when you were away, I could notsleep for a long time after I went to bed ;and when I did sleep, I dreamed such ahorrible dream ! I thought that I was inyour ofhee again; and I had fled there because I was chased by some Terrible Thing,I did not know what it was, but it wasclose behind me, and I thought nobodycould save me but you. But you were notthere, and so I seized the handle, andsigned the words, Come home comehome!' as you had taught me, thinkingthat would be sure to bring vou. Then,when you did not come, I felt its hot breathon my neck, as if it were going to clutchme in its dreadful arms, and I screamed solond that I awoke. The room was alldark, and filled with smoke so thick thatwhen I jumped up, I fainted for want ofair. And, O Willie, if you had not comejust when you did, I might "

" There, Maggie ; don't let us think ofwhat might have been, but rather let usoe thaninul that we aie spared to eachother still."

"All Eight." How many of us butsee the expression a dozen times a weekand nave it stick m the throat, at leasthalf of them ? It is coming to be a hy-pocritical appendage of business andsocial intercourse.

A sponge goes behind the counter.cuts off a dime's worth of tobacco orcheese, with an excuse that he wants a"sample" and the grocery man says,"that's all right."

A customer returns a pair of shoes tothe dry goods man soiled and injuredafter half a day's wear, grunting, "theyare too small," and the merchant says,"that's ail right."

A church member pnts his name downfor $25 to pay the preacher, and whencalled on, gives only $10, with the re-

mark, that " times are too harQ," andthe parson says, "that's all right."

A loafer makes a regular practice olcoming into a printing office, and beg-ging a copy of the paper, Btating that he" just wants to read it," and the editionis short,the editor groans with ghastlypoliteness, " that's all right. "

An extravagant debtor tells a patientcreditor every time he meets him thathe intends to pay the account "

certain," and the poor dun turnsoff with "that's all right."

And so it goes. It's all wrong, and wesay it's all right, and by onr want ofspirit and independence encourage lazi-ness, imposition, stinginess and everyother sin under the sun.

Nine persons were killed at a recentParliamentary election in Hungary,