anaheim-gazette 1875-11-27

ANAHEIM VOL. 6. Be Thou True. Care thou not what others say. Be thou true! If they gossip to betray, Be thou true! Be consistent and do right; For the truth make a good fight; Do what thou dost with all thy might! Be thou true! Be thou true! Let thy loves be all sincere— Be thou true! Only God hast thou to fear, Be thou true! Since our joys must pass away Like the dewdrops on the spray, Wheresfore should our sorrows stay? Be thou true! Be thou true! Friendship's very hard to find, Be thou true! True love is not always blind; Be thou true! Time at last makes all things straight, Let us not resent—just wait— But not trust too much in fate, Be thou true! Be thou true! Like the Summer's fragrant flowers, Be thou true! Like the April's coming showers, Be thou true! Like the mountain looking high, And the river rolling by— Like the blue and arching sky, Be thou true! Be thou true! Our Village Visitor. sweet, blessed secret, for four-and-twenty hours, and then he let it out to the landlord, and was congratulated. The store-keeper was happy. He walked as one who treads on air. He was smiling and gracious to his customers and even generous. "Of course," whispered Clara, with her head resting upon Mr. Huntley's shoulder. "we cannot be married until my father comes. I have written to him, and told him all." Yes—he knew she had written, for on that very day he had mailed the letter, addressed to "COL. CHARLES H. DUBOIS, Philadelphia, Pa." "And," pursued Clara, with emotion, "I know he will like you. He has been a kind and indulgent papa to me." "I hope he will like me, darling." "Oh, I know he will. You will be content to wait till he comes!" "Yes, though it is happiness deferred." "Ah! Aaron, do you think you will always love me as now?" "Always, dearest!" And he pressed her to his bosom in the exuberance of his affection. After this, Miss Dubois was much at the store, and, in her playful happy way, she assisted often in the post-office, which was a square room partitioned off, in one corner of the building. And so the days went on, and Aaron Huntley was certainly the happiest man in the village. But one morning a thunder-clap fell upon him. He went to his store, and found the rear door ajar. He went to his safe—and found that it had been opened, and the money taken—the snapped upon her wrist. "In the name of mercy gasped," why do you tell "A lady! That's good Aaron Huntley, isn't you "Yes, sir." "And was robbed last "Ye-es, sir." "Well, I am Captain York detective force, anpanion of yours has been siderable of a waltz later you." "He!" "Yes, sir.—He. Didn't of one John Ropert, othererpool Jack?" "I have read in the p ward having been offered Jack," answered Mr. Lingly. "Well," returned Cap we have him, as large as be full as natural if it w inneine masquerade. O, he is, air; but I fancy song of Sing Sing no greatly out, we'll find for you." And so Aaron Huntley he regained his ten though it was a long, he regained anything li and self-complacency; for for four weeks, been w his tender heart upon om complished rogues that Atlantic into America.— The Wild How Our Village Visitor. She landed at the one hotel of our quiet village, on a Saturday morning. We noticed her particularly because she was alone, because she was a stranger, and because she was very pretty. She appeared to be a young lady of two or three-and-twenty, slightly above the medium height, of perfect form—that is, if you can admit that perfect health and vigor may go with perfect form, with large, piercing black eyes, and a wealth of treasures floating over her shoulders. She was habited in a neat and convenient traveling dress, and as she stepped from the stage-coach to the piazza her movements were supple, though a little cramped by her long ride. A large canvas-covered trunk followed her into the hall, and after she had been shown into the parlor, the register, with pen and ink, was brought for her signature. She nodded pleasantly—nodded with a smile that completely captivated the impressible clerk—and then, in a very pretty Italian hand, wrote her name—"Miss Clara Dubois, Philadelphia, Pa." Later, as the landlordly escorted her to the supper-rooms, she informed him that she had heard of his house—that it was quiet and well-kept, and that she had come for a short rest and respite from the din and turmoil of the great city. And then, with the sweetest smile imaginable, she added: "As I am alone, and a stranger, I ought, perhaps, to say just a word of myself. My mother is not living. My father and I have lately returned from a European tour, and I have sought this quiet retreat while he prepares our house in Philadelphia. If he can leave his business he may, in the course of a few weeks, come up after me." The good host was grateful for the information, and very glad the young lady had honored his house with her presence. He would do what he could to make her stay comfortable and agreeable. Very soon Miss Dubois became acquainted with the guests of the house, and proved herself as intelligent and entertaining as she was pretty. She played well upon the piano-forte, but did not sing. She played chess, too, though there was only one party in the house to play it with her. The days passed on, and Miss Dubois walked much in and about the village. She seemed interested in the place, and spoke favorably of all that she saw. Her usual walking-habit was a dress of black silk, and a jaunty Swiss hat, and very few men met her on the street who did not turn to take a second view. Boarding at the hotel was Mr. Aaron Huntley. He kept the principal store in the village, and was also our postmaster. He was a man of five-and-forty, rotund and good-looking, and had a wild always love me as now? "Always, dearest!" And he pressed her to his bosom in the exuberance of his affection. After this, Miss Dubois was much at the store, and, in her playful happy way, she assisted often in the post-office, which was a square room partitioned off, in one corner of the building. And so the days went on, and Aaron Huntley was certainly the happiest man in the village. But one morning a thunder-clap fell upon him. He went to his store, and found the rear door ajar. He went to his safe—and found that it had been opened, and the money taken—the savings of years! In anticipation of his marriage, Mr. Huntley had thought of purchasing a house, and had drawn five thousand dollars from the bank in a neighboring town for that purpose. Then he had three thousand dollars laid aside for the purchase of goods for the fall trade; and in addition to this there had been about two thousand dollars of government money in his keeping. It was just at the close of a postal quarter, and the post-masters of several adjacent villages, having no safes of their own, had entrusted their returns to his hands. So that full ten thousand dollars had been stolen from the safe. For a time Huntley was like one distracted, but he had sense enough to make his loss known at once to the deputy sheriff, and the officer, with a porse was soon on the search. It had been an adroit robbery, and in the outset the searchers had no possible clue. Both the lock of the door and the lock of the safe must have been picked by skillful hands, for neither of them was injured in the least. Miss Dubois was early at the store, and when she heard of her lover's loss she endeavored to console him. "Don't worry, dearest," she said. "When my father comes I can help you. If this loss cripples you, it shall only be for a time." "But, Clara, I would not have it appear that I married you for your—" "Naughty man, hush! Will you not let me love you a little?" What could he say more? Evening came, but not a trace of the burglar. The Sheriff had hit two or three possible trails, but they had led to no success. On the morrow he would set forth again, hoping that, meantime, he might receive a favorable answer to some of the numerous telegrams he had sent off. When the stage arrived that evening an old gentleman, with white hair and beard, and wearing an enormous pair of green spectacles, was helped out, and leaning heavily upon his stout oaken staff, hobbled into the hall. He signed his name upon the register, in a tremulous strangling hand: "Dr. Seth Bumpus, N.Y." When the tea-bell sounded, he stood in the hall, and watched while the guests entered the supper room. The landlord came to wait upon him in. "Landlord, who is that young lady who just went in with your store-keeper?" "That is Miss Dubois." "I thought so. Egad, her father and I were old friends, and I have petted her croc now. I wish you would let me have a seat opposite her at table, and see if she will recognize me." "Certainly." And Dr. Bumpus was seated directly always love me as now? "Always, dearest!" And he pressed her to his bosom in the exuberance of his affection. After this, Miss Dubois was much at the store, and in her playful happy way, she assisted often in the post-office, which was a square room partitioned off, in one corner of the building. And so the days went on, and Aaron Huntley was certainly the happiest man in the village. But one morning a thunder-clap fell upon him. He went to his store, and found the rear door ajar. He went to his safe—and found that it had been opened, and the money taken—the savings of years! In anticipation of his marriage, Mr. Huntley had thought of purchasing a house, and had drawn five thousand dollars from the bank in a neighboring town for that purpose. Then he had three thousand dollars laid aside for the purchase of goods for the fall trade; and in addition to this there had been about two thousand dollars of government money in his keeping. It was just at the close of a postal quarter, and the post-masters of several adjacent villages, having no safes of their own, had entrusted their returns to his hands. So that full ten thousand dollars had been stolen from the safe. Miss Dubois was early at the store, and when she heard of her lover's loss she endeavored to console him. "Don't worry, dearest," she said. "When my father comes I can help you. If this loss cripples you, it shall only be for a time." "But, Clara, I would not have it appear that I married you for your—" "Naughty man, hush! Will you not let me love you a little?" What could he say more? Evening came, but not a trace of the burglar. The Sheriff had hit two or three possible trails, but they had led to no success. On the morrow he would set forth again, hoping that, meantime, he might receive a favorable answer to some of the numerous telegrams he had sent off. When the stage arrived that evening an old gentleman, with white hair and beard, and wearing an enormous pair of green spectacles, was helped out, and leaning heavily upon his stout oaken staff,hobbled into the hall. He signed his name upon the register,在a tremulous strangling hand: "Dr.Seth Bumpus,N.Y." When the tea-bell sounded,他 stood in the hall,and watched while the guests enteredthe supperroom.Thelandlord came towaituponhimin. "Landlordwhoisthatyoung ladywhojustwentinwithyourstore-keeper?" "ThatisMissDubois." "Ithoughtso.Egad,hatherandIwereoldfriends,andIhavepettedhercrocnow.Iwishyouwouldletmehavaeatopositheirestauranttochillafromthecombclie." And Dr.Bumpuswasscatteddirectlyalwayslovemeasnow? "Always,dearest!" And he pressed her to his bosom in the exuberance of his affection. After this,Miss Duboiswasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedofteninthepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchatthestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thepost-officewhichwasa-squareroompartitionedoffinonecornerofthebuilding. Andsothedayswenton,andAaronHuntleywasmuchat,thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore, andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,andinherplayfulhappyway,sheassistedoftenin-thestore,$ Politeness in Norway monly supposed that air and cold climate are apt habitants rude in manner of the rules of politeness Canton who spent a sunny Norwegian with often overflowing heart and very thoughtful strangers. He found even eager to put themselves on trouble to do him a faint who met him in the street hat,bowed,a as frieli Politeness in Norway monly supposed that air and cold climate are apt habitants rude in manner of the rules of politeness Canton who spent a sunny Norwegian with often overflowing heart and very thoughtful strangers. He found even eager to put themselves on trouble to do him a faint who met him in the street hat,bowed,a as frieli well upon the piano-forte, but did not sing. She played chess, too, though there was only one party in the house to play it with her. The days passed on, and Miss Dubois walked much in and about the village. She seemed interested in the place, and spoke favorably of all that she saw. Her usual walking habit was a dress of black silk, and a jaunty Swiss hat, and very few men met her on the street who did not turn to take a second view. Boarding at the hotel was Mr. Aaron Huntley. He kept the principal store in the village, and was also our postmaster. He was a man of five-and-forty, rotund and good-looking, and had been a widower ten years. He was a tender-hearted man, albeit a little self-sufficient and important; but he was impressible and gallant, and he could unbend to the softer sex. In fact, he quietly enjoyed what he conceived to be his power over the marriageable young ladies of the village; and, a certain power he did certainly possess, for in addition to his passably good looks, he was wealthy —that is, wealthy as compared with other people in the village. He had been a successful trader, and he had been careful of his money, which he worshipped. And it was Mr. Huntley who played chess with Miss Dubois. He was a very fair player, and she was skillful. Sometimes he came off winner, though it is doubtful if he realized that his occasional victory was through the kind suffurance of his fair antagonist. And so the village store-keeper and the pretty visitor became warm friends, and it came at length that almost every evening found them at the chess-board. Let it not be thought that Mr. Huntley was the only man who sought the society of Miss Dubois. A score, at least, of the young man of the village were very attentive. She was kind and gracious to all, but she plainly showed that the substantial merchant was her favorite. With him she went to a picnic, and with him she went to church, where she was among the most devout of the worshippers. Yes, she was certainly fond of the company of Mr. Huntley, and it is not to be wondered at that he should become food of her. She was pretty, she was witty, she was intelligent, and she had strong common sense; and furthermore, she was young and buoyant. What more could he ask is a wifel? If he thought of dowsen, her conversation of himself had convinced him that her father was wealthy. One evening Aaron Huntley came from the parlor, where he had been playing chess rudiment. He had proposed, and had been accepted. He managed to keep the upon the register, in a tremulous, strangling hand: "Dr. Seth Bumpus, N.Y." When the tea-bell sounded, he stood in the hall, and watched while the guests entered the supper room. The landlord came to wait upon him in. "Landlord, who is that young lady who just went in with your store-keeper?" "That is Miss Dubois." "I thought so. Egad, her father and I were old friends, and I have petted her care now. I wish you would let me have a seat opposite her at table, and see if she will recognize me." "Certainly." And Dr. Bumpus was seated directly opposite the fair visitor. If he watched her sharply, and studied her carefully, she did not notice it; for at the beginning of the meal she was very busy talking with her companion, and when she found leisure to look around her vis-a-vis had concluded his study, and was watchful only of his plate. When the meal was finished, Miss Dubois took Mr. Huntley's arm, and retired to the parlor, and presently afterwards the white-haired man named Dr. Bumpus followed them. The first two had seated themselves upon a sofa, and the latter took a seat in a chair between them and the door, and at the same time, a stout, dark-faced man, in a free-and-easy suit of red flannel, had stopped upon the threshold, and was standing in the open doorway. Miss Dubois saw these two men—saw the positions they had taken—and her teeth came together with a snap, and her lips were compressed and pale. "Sir," she said, addressing the white-haired man, "you stare at me as though you had met me before." And as she spoke her right hand stole down by her side toward the pocket of her dress. "Look my dear, and see if you don't remember me." With this the white wig was lifted off, the green spectacles and the white beard removed, revealing a compact, sinewy, keen-eyed man of about forty. On the next instant Miss Dubois had a pistol in her hand, and was cooking it; but the man in the chair, and the man at the door, had both been watchful of her. They were upon her before she could do any mischief, and after a sharp, furious struggle—a struggle in which the two strong men had severe work to do—a pair of racket irons were upon her wrists. Mr. Huntley for the second time that day had been thunder-struck—so completely struck that all power of defending his promised wife war-lost to him, and he did not even recurse his power of speech until the ignoble irons had been upon the register, in a tremulous, strangling hand: "Dr. Seth Bumpus, N.Y." When the tea-bell sounded, he stood in the hall, and watched while the guests entered the supper room. The landlord came to wait upon him in. "Landlord, who is that young lady who just went in with your store-keeper?" "That is Miss Dubois." "I thought so. Egad, her father and I were old friends, and I have petted her care now. I wish you would let me have a seat opposite her at table, and see if she will recognize me." "Certainly." And Dr. Bumpus was seated directly opposite the fair visitor. If he watched her sharply, and studied her carefully, she did not notice it; for at the beginning of the meal she was very busy talking with her companion, and when she found leisure to look around her vis-a-vis had concluded his study, and was watchful only of his plate. When the meal was finished, Miss Dubois took Mr. Huntley's arm, and retired to the parlor, and presently afterwards the white-haired man named Dr. Bumpus followed them. The first two had seated themselves upon a sofa, and the latter took a seat in a chair between them and the door, and at the same time, a stout, dark-faced man, in a free-and-easy suit of red flannel, had stopped upon the threshold, and was standing in the open doorway. Miss Dubois saw these two men—saw the positions they had taken—and her teeth came together with a snap, and her lips were compressed and pale. "Sir," she said addressing the white-haired man,"you stare at me as though you had met me before." And as she spoke her right hand stole down by her side toward the pocket of her dress. "Look my dear, and see if you don't remember me." With this the white wig was lifted off, the green spectacles and the white beard removed, revealing a compact, sinewy, keen-eyed man of about forty. On the next instant Miss Dubois had a pistol in her hand, and was cooking it; but the man in the chair, and the man at the door, had both been watchful of her. They were upon her before she could do any mischief, and after a sharp, furious struggle—a struggle in which the two strong men had severe work to do—a pair of racket irons were upon her wrists. Mr. Huntley for the second time that day had been thunder-struck—so completely struck that all power of defending his promised wife war-lost to him, and he did not even recurse his power of speech until the ignoble irons had been upon the register, in a tremulous, strangling hand: "Dr. Seth Bumpus, N.Y." When the tea-bell sounded, he stood in the hall, and watched while the guests entered the supper room. The landlord came to wait upon him in. "Landlord, who is that young lady who just went in with your store-keeper?" "That is Miss Dubois." "I thought so. Egad, her father and I were old friends, and I have petted her care now. I wish you would let me have a seat opposite her at table, and see if she will recognize me." "Certainly." And Dr. Bumpus was seated directly opposite the fair visitor. If he watched her sharply, and studied her carefully, she did not notice it; for at the beginning of the meal she was very busy talking with her companion, and when she found leisure to look around her vis-a-vis had concluded his study, and was watchful only of his plate. When the meal was finished,Miss Dubois took Mr.Huntley's arm,and retired totheparlor,andpresentlyafterwardsthewhite-hairedmannamedDr.Bumpusfollowedthem.Thefirsttwohadseatedthemselvesuponasofa,andthelattertookaseatinac chairbetweenthemandthedoor,andatthesametime,astout,dark-facedman,intafree-and-easysuitofredflannel,hadstoppeduponthethreshold,andwasstandingintheopendoorway. Miss Dubois saw these two men—sawthepositionstheyhadtaken—andherteethcametogetherwitha Snap,andherlipswerecompressedandpale. "Lookmydear,andseeifyoudon'trememberme."Withthisthewhitewigwasliftedoff,thegreenspectaclesandthewhitebeardremoved，revealingacompact,sinewy,keken-eviedman.ofaboutforty. OnthenextinstantMissDuboishadapistolinherhand,andwascookingit;butthemanintherchair,andthemanatthedoor,hadbothbeenwatchfulofher。Theywereuponherbeforeshecoulddoanymischief,andafterasharp,furiousstruggle—astruggleinwhichthetwostrongmenhadsevereworktodo—apairofrachetironswereuponherwrist. Mr.Huntleyforthesecondtimethatdayhadbeenthunder-struck—socompletelystruckthatallpowerofdefendinghispromisedwifewar-losttohim,andhednotevenrecursethispowerofspeechuntiltheignobleironshadbeenupontherregister.ina tremulous.stranglinghand: "Dr.SethBumpus,N.Y." Whentheteabellsoundedintherehalldown,andwatchledhersharply,andstudiedhercarefully,shedidnotnoticeit;foratthebeginningofthemealshewasverybusytalkingwithhercompanion,andwhenshefoundleisuretolookaroundhervis-a-via-hissignificantlyquestionedthemal's sagacity.ThedogattheslurcastonhisfriendsfriendapushandknowsoftheworldtoswimbackbyTurkheldfastandstruggleandtheownerofthecoffeeforhelp.Atlast,theandeachNewfoundlandhomewithapieceofcloosotheTurk'smasterplungeinhimselftosave.Noomancan tellanstalwartIrishlaborerwagingfromagentlemanmedicalmanpresenttomelaborer.Thelaborerhoplewswith,"Yerhon,"Icanfindnothingthemappresentyourworkingmademotor,"Ah,,that'sthepliedPat;"butthenyehowlanyIfeel." Wecallitourdutytobearitsgalaxyanditsthoughoftenwehavetoitalmostglutenless,andcourtreal." IM GAZ SUPPLEMENT. ANAHEIM, CAL., NOVEMBER 27, 1875. snapped upon her wrists. "In the name of mercy," he at length gasped, "why do you treat a lady thus?" "A lady! That's good! Say, you are Aaron Huntley, ain't ye?" "Yes, sir." "And was robbed last night?" "Ye-es, sir." "Well, I am Captain Joyce, of the New York detective force, and this fair companion of yours has been giving me considerable of a waltz lately, as he can tell you." "He!" "Yes, sir.—He. Didn't you ever hear of one John Roper, otherwise called Liverpool Jack?" "I have read in the papers of a big reward having been offered for Liverpool Jack," answered Mr. Huntley, wonderingly. "Well," returned Captain Joyce, "here we have him, as large as life, and he would be full as natural if it wasn't for this feminine masquerade. O, he's a keen one, he is, sir; but I fancy we'll sing him a song of Sing Sing now, and, if I ain't greatly out, we'll find your lost money for you." And so Aaron Huntley lost a wife; but he regained his ten thousand dollars, though it was a long, long time before he regained anything like his old pride and self-complacency; for he had, indeed, four weeks, been wasting the love of his tender heart upon one of the most accomplished rogues that ever crossed the Atlantic into America.—N. Y. Ledger. The Wild Honey-Bee. THE FIRESIDE. Ventilation. How to get pure air in our churches, halls, factories, and dwelling and sleeping rooms is a question which has become one of the most serious problems with which sanitariam have to deal. We must "breathe or die," one author says; and more than this, we must breathe pure air, or die by degrees, if not at once. In the summer season, this question is less important; for the windows are simply opened widely, and the winds ventilate our houses and other edifices. But when winter approaches, most people seem to forget that the demand for oxygen is even greater than in the warmer seasons of the year. As a consequence, the houses are carefully banked up with straw and dirt, lest a few stray inches of untainted air should enter through the cracks in the floor or some loosely fitted joint. The outside windows are nailed fast, and the door casings are padded with felt to prevent the entrance of one solitary whiff of fresh, unpoisoned air. Within the dwelling thus securely barricaded, air-tight stoves are kept at a temperature just a little below the melting point, and the inmates dodge furtively in and out in order to maintain the maximum degree of heat by preventing the ingress of any of Heaven's pure, vitalizing, invigorating air. When a person enters such a hot-house, he is struck at once with the close and fusty odor of the air. What is the matter? What gives the air of the room this smell? Poison! It is fairly charged with The Conquerors of the World. The aim of Geoghis was literally the conquest of the world—as he conceived it—and was nearer its accomplishment in his own life, and in that of his own decendants, Kublai and Timur, than it had ever been before, or is likely to be again. The empire which he created counted within its limits probably one-half of the whole human race, and extended from the Sea of Okhotsk, at the north-eastern extremity of Asia, over the whole breadth of the continent as far as the Black Sea. Insane as such ambition seems, it must have its source in some perennial springs of action common to our nature, since it constantly respears with a certain periodicity in successful ages—fortunately far apart—and in races still more widely separated by ethnographic characters and surrounding conditions. Assyrian, Babylonian and Persian, Greek, Roman and French, have each in turn sent forth heroes on this quest for universal empire. With the Roman alone it became the insanity of ambition of a people, who for successive ages sought to be the rulers of the world, and actually founded an imperial away over Europe from the Rhine to the Danube, and in Asia and Africa, nearly as far as Alexander had penetrated on either continent. The whole of Asia and Eastern Europe had not, however, been under the scepter of a single ruler until Timur swooped from his Mongolian steppes, the heir of the Great Mogul, and camped in the heart of Hungary and Poland with a mixed multitude of tribes and nations for his army. Biography. Those were picture images from Most of them dark with tide and tide; and most of them foggy. The real man ruddy comrade skirts his sandy. His face is clear; reddish; and most forbid him. He looked man of polite tenacity with a gill head; and in his frame and stalwart liam, his great visor towards ders are as he holds high in the derous trepows; as his deeds liant that was abilities. He and more than orator. Not that mation and times taken trry; he is The Wild Honey-Bee. Wild bees are abundant in India, the islands of the Malay Archipelago, Crete and all the Greek islands, the west coast of Africa, and throughout America. Those in the United States are all of foreign origin. There was none-west of the Mississippi before 1797, nor in California before 1850; and the Indians call the bee the white man's fly. In regions where wild bees abound, bee-hunting is a distinct and important business, pursued by professional hunters or experts. In Africa, India and the Indian islands, the hunter is unerringly guided to a bee-tree by a bird of the cuckoo family. Wells's "Explorations in Honduras" states that in Central America wild swarms generally establish themselves in the hollow limbs of trees; these are removed to the porches of the houses, and are suspended by thongs; in this primitive way large quantities of honey and wax are obtained. The honey of some of these swarms is stored in wax bags two or more inches long, ranged along the hive in rows, while the brood-cells occupy the center of the hive. In Timor and other Indian islands there is a wild bee that builds huge honeycombs of semi-circular form, and often three or four feet in diameter, which are suspended in the open air, from the under side of the uppermost branches of the highest trees. These hunter takes by climbing to them, holding a smoking torch under them to stupefy or drive away the bees, and then cutting off the comb close to the limb. Politeness in Norway. It is commonly supposed that a rough country and cold climate are apt to make the inhabitants rude in manner, and negligent of the rules of politeness. But Judge Canton, who spent a summer vacation in Norway, and has published an account of his travels, gives a charming picture of the manners of the Norwegians. He thinks them the politest people he has ever seen, overflowing with kindness of heart, and very thoughtful in caring for strangers. He found them ready and even eager to put themselves to any kind of trouble to do him a favor. Everybody who met him in the streets took off his hat, and bowed, as a friendly salute. A young gentleman met him walking in the capital, greeted him cordially, and asked if he were not a stranger. Learning that this was his first visit to Norway, the young man volunteered to show him all the prominent buildings and objects of interest in the city, and was unwearied in his attentions. The Judge says it is the universal custom to remove the hat in stores, no less private houses. He was delighted with his visit, and advises travelers to turn their faces to Norway, if they wish to make sure of a pleasant excursion. The outside windows are nailed fast, and the door casings are padded with felt to prevent the entrance of one solitary whiff of fresh, unpoisoned air. Within the dwelling thus securely barricaded, air-tight stoves are kept at a temperature just a little below the melting point, and the inmates dodgefurtively in and out in order to maintain the maximum degree of heat by preventing the ingress of any Heaven's pure, vitalizing, invigorating air. When a person enters such a hot-house, he is struck at once with the close and fusty odor of the air. What is the matter? What gives the air of the room this smell? Poison! It is fairly charged with gaseous poison, which is slowly, but surely, poisoning all who breathe it, and materially shortening their lives.—Health Reformer. BRINE THAT PRESERVES BUTTER A YEAR. Among the many devices for keeping butter in the manner that preserves the rich, rosy flavor of new, with all its sweetness, is the following from the Dulchess Farmer, which is said to be entirely successful: to three gallons of brine strong enough to bear an egg, add a quarter of a pound of nice white sugar, and one tablespoonful of saltpeter. Boil the brine, and when it is cold strain carefully. Make your butter into rolls, and wrap each separately in a clean muslin cloth, tying up with a string. Pack a large jar full, weigh the butter down, and pour the brine until all is submerged. This will keep really good butter sweet and fresh for a whole year. Be careful not to put upon ice butter that you wish to keep for any length of time. In summer, when the heat will not admit of butter being made into rolls, pack closely in small jars, and using the same brine, allow it to cover the butter to the depth of at least four inches. This excludes the air, and answers very nearly as well as the first method suggested. GRAPE JELLY. The chief art in making jelly is to boil it continuously, slowly and gently. It will not harden well if the boiling stops, even for a few moments. To preserve the true flavor and color of fruits in jams and jellies, requires boiling well before adding the sugar; in this way the water contained in all fruit juice is evaporated. Have the sugar always heated before it is added. With all varieties of grapes the same receipt is used for jelly. Wash and pick from their stems; put them over a fire in a vessel containing a little water to keep from burning; stew a few moments; mash gently with a silver spoon; strain, and to every pint of juice allow one pound of white sugar; After the juice comes to the boiling point, boil for twenty minutes; pour it over the heated sugar, and stir constantly until all is dissolved; then fill your jelly glasses.—Country Gentleman. BARLEY SOUP.—Put one gill of pearl barley to cook in one and a half pints of water four or five hours before the soup is to be served. An hour and a half before dinner put on in two-quarters of water in the soup kettle one cup of sliced cabbage, and one cup of sliced carrot; half an hour later add one cup of sliced onion; half an hour later still, one and a half cups of sliced potato and one pint of sliced tomato or the same canned tomato. Fifteen minutes before it is served, The "Hermit of New York" is reminded by the death of ex-President Johnson, of incidents connected with the departure of other chief magistrates. Three died in Washington, each being in service, though one was a congressman. These were John Quincy Adams, Zachary Taylor, and Abraham Lincoln. Fillmore died in Buffalo, Buchalo at Lancaster; and Monroe in New York City. He was the third who expired on July 4th, the others being Jefferson and John Adams. Our ex-presidents, with the exception above mentioned, died in small towns or villages. The richest was Van Buren, left $800,000. The poorest was Monroe, who was made postmaster of New York and died in this service. He lived with his son-in-law, Samuel L. Gouverneur, who was his official deputy. Washington was a rich man but Jefferson was poor, and the purchase of his library by congress for $20,000 was an important relief. Polk left $150,000. Taylor was worth one-third that amount, and upon the whole, the presidency were well-to-do in the world, with the exception above noted. Madison, though rich became a justice of the peace, probably for lack of employment. New York City has been honored by the burial of one president and one vice-president. The latter was Daniel D. Tompkins, whose remains were buried in St Mark's church-yard, where they still rest. The former was Monroe who was buried in a small cemetery near Bowery. A short time before the rebellion his remains were claimed by the legislature of Virginia, and were borne there with a guard of honor. SMOTHER THE SPARKS.—The tongue is a little member, yet it boasteth great things. It does a large business on a small capital; it raises a mighty storm on the most trivial occasion; it often leads the whole troop of a man's faculties to revolt against him and to make treasonable cause with his enemies. Few there are, if any, who cannot recall seasons when this unruly bit of flame set on fire the whole course of nature in themselves. A little impatience was the first spark which a moment's silence would have extinguished; but the unfortunate utterance came, and with it understanding and resentment. Every word that succeeded was a burning one, and as in a great city's conflagration, dwellings take fire from the wings of the wind; so persons but distantly related to a wry quarrel feel its hot breath and are suddenly ablaze. There is not a family or school, a single village in all the land which is fireproof and they are all in His speeches Cromwellishe He goes straight blunt, onispie He tails his life of his enmity of frane it is assumed When he Parliament were an only because all Germans they are able worth hearin Bismurkhar harsh than any can be speaks low draws himself superiority o pears to diaries rarely丽 manner is at guage there ciliate those Sometimes bounds,and is like a lion implacable s Snothe great frame moustache o peration seem like an ang down he haw completely under his scissors An eye-witness "As he stoodthe naturalis o pears to diaries rarely丽 manner is at guage there ciliate those Sometimes bounds,and is like a lion implacable s Snothe great frame moustache o peration seems like an ang down he haw completely under his scissors Thus she rare quality o kind o owse those who reach he re Too Much Dog.—The London Graphic gives an amusing account of a man who wasn't rescued from drowning by two dogs: The instinct of Newfoundland dogs to save a drowning person has been somewhat painfully tested by an unlucky Frenchman. He was walking in the country with a friend, who possessed a magnificent Newfoundland, and incautiously questioned the truth of the animal's sagacity. The dog's master, vexed at the slur cast on his favorite, gave his friend a push and knocked him into a shallow river. "Turk" immediately sprang in, and seizing one of the tails of the immersed man's coat, commenced to swim for land. Unfortunately, another Newfoundland, trottling along the other side of the river, saw the affair and also came to the rescue. Dog number two seized the other tail of the coat, and wished to swim back to his master. Turk held fast and struggled for his side, and the owner of the coat cried in vain for help. At last, the cost gave way, and each Newfoundland swam proudly home with a piece of cloth in his mouth, so that Turk's master was obliged to plunge in himself to save his friend. No man can tell another's feelings. A stalwart Irish laborer was one day begging from a gentleman, who requested a medical man present to examine the said laborer. The laborer had enforced his plea with, "Yes honor, I can't work." "I can find nothing the matter with you to prevent your working, my man," said the doctor. "Ah, that's thrue for ye," replied Pat; "but then yer honor can't tell how lany I feel." We call it our duty to leave to the world its galaxy and its thoughtfulness; but too often we have to it also its grace, and gentleness, and countenance, and self-control. Barley Soup.—Put one gill of pearl barley to cook in one and a half pints of water four or five hours before the soup is to be served. An hour and a half before dinner put on in two-quarters of water in the soup kettle one cup of sliced cabbage, and one cup of sliced carrot; half an hour later add one cup of sliced onion; half an hour later still, one and a half cups of sliced potato and one pint of sliced tomato or the same of canned tomato. Fifteen minutes before it is served, add a handful of minced parsley, if you have it, and the cooked barley. Serve warm with the griddle-cakes or oat-meal crackers or premium bread. To Remove Dandruff.—Into a quart of water put an ounce of flowers of sulphur and shake frequently for several hours; then pour off the clear liquid, and with this saturates the head every morning. In a few weeks every trace of dandruff will disappear and the hair become soft and glossy. To Reline A Stove.—Ten cents worth of clay from the potter's, worked to the consistency of putty, pressed firmly around the sides and into the corners of the furnace-box and left to dry over night, will make in every respect a more desirable lining than thegre brisk bought in the stores. Sheep's Tongues in Savory Jelly.—Skin the tongues, lard them, and cook them, until they are quite tender, in good veal broth, or any white stock. Take out the tongues, boil down the liquor to a stiff, clear jelly, and pour enough of it over them to cover them. To be eaten cold. Pearl-Barley Mush.—Look over and wash the pearl-barley and put it with four parts of water; cook four or five hours in double boiler. If it is the fine variety, from an hour and a half to two hours will cook it. Serve warm with milk or fruits. Indian Pudding.—Boll a quart of milk and stir in four tablespoonsfuls of Indian meal and four of grated bread or crackers; three tablespoonsfuls of sugar, four eggs, a piece of butter as large as a walnut, and a little salt. Bake it three hours. To Remove Crackers From Ribbon.—Place a white cotton cloth wet in water over a hot flat-linus rub the ribbon over this and brush with a fine which brush, or other brush while shaming. An easy and sure way. Few there are, if this unruly bit of flame set on fire the whole course of nature in themselves. A little impatience was the first spark, which a moment's silence would have extinguished; but the unfortunate utterance came, and with it understanding and resentment. Every word that succeeded was a burning one, and as in great city's conflagration, dwelling take fire from the wings of the wind, so persons but distantly related to a wordy quarrel feel its hot breath and are suddenly ablaze. There is not a family or school, a single village in all the land, which is fire-proof, and they are all in momentary danger. The Remounters of Alaska.—George Holt, a miner and prospector, in a letter to the Secretary of the Treasury, transmitted by the Collector of Customs at Sitka, AL.T., dated Sept. 20th, 1875, saits forth the observations made by him on a recent exploring expedition in that country. He reports having seen herds of caribou, deer, mountain sheep, moose, hogs, porcupines, rabbits, and a great variety of birds, swans, cranes, geese, ducks, and all kinds of fish and game in great variety. The most important discovery reported by him appears to be gold, and in paying quantities, and he gives it as his opinion that there is a vast gold field there—in fact, a second California. One Bright Spot.—An ancient darkey called at the Central Station yesterday and informed the captain that "a fellier had borrowed his watch and gone right to Canada," and he wanted to know what could be done about it. "Nothing," said the captain. "And he can't be fetched back!" "No." Well, there's one thing martin," said the loser, as he went out," dat watch won't run over fifteen minutes to wince unless he hires a boy to shake it." Detroit Free Press. When A Woman Will, etc.—A tall alim-waited woman, aged forty, called at the Brightan House yesterday and demanded to be registered as a voter. When politely informed that she didn't belong to the voting sex she struck the table with her fist, spout a bottle of ink, and said: "I'll vote if it takes me a thousand years!" And she'll keep her word—Detroit Free Press. Arm and sandblime cure more than phytic iron reasonable cause with his enemies. Few there are, if this unruly bit of flame set on fire the whole course of nature in themselves. A little impatience was the first spark, which a moment's silence would have extinguished; but the unfortunate utterance came, and with it understanding and resentment. Every word that succeeded was a burning one, and as in great city's conflagration, dwelling take fire from the wings of the wind, so persons but distantly related to a wordy quarrel feel its hot breath and are suddenly ablaze. There is not a family or school, a single village in all the land, which is fire-proof, and they are all in momentary danger. The Remounters of Alaska.—George Holt, a miner and prospector, in a letter to the Secretary of the Treasury, transmitted by the Collector of Customs at Sitka, AL.T., dated Sept. 20th, 1875, saits forth the observations made by him on a recent exploring expedition in that country. He reports having seen herds of caribou, deer, mountain sheep, moose, hogs, porcupines, rabbits, and a great variety of birds, swans, cranes, geese, ducks,and all kinds of fish and game in great variety. The most important discovery reported by him appears to be gold,and in paying quantities,and he gives it as his opinion that there is a vast gold field there—in fact,a second California. One Bright Spot.—An ancient darkey called at the Central Station yesterday and informed the captain that "a fellier had borrowed his watch and gone right to Canada,"and he wanted to know what could be done about it. "Nothing," said the captain. "And he can't be fetched back!" "No." Well,dere's one thing martin," said the loser as he went out,"dat watch won't run over fifteen minutes to wince unless he hires a boy to shake it."Detroit Free Press. When A Woman Will, etc.—A tall alim-waited woman，aged forty，called atthe Brightan House yesterdayand demandedtoberegisterasaveter.Wellpolitelyinformedthatshedidn'tbelongtothevotingsexshestruckthetablewithherfistspuntabottleofinkandsaid:"Fillvoteifit takemeathousandyears!" And she'llkeepharword—DetroitFreePress. An Educa Khediveofman.ofvarwealth.HeisdeterminedpcpletoinstallHehasestemtenexttryandmademyAlreadythereadandwriteryandmeryarebetterProvisioncationgirlEasterncountEnglishladblahopWhatwell-endoweddividehopetheFellahaplie,andfittmesticservinginEgypt.willcomeifhefoundnew A Warmin—a terriblementtellingSurgicalInfullofyountuts,massestoriesoftghostsetcant,eitherIntheclima girlsthrowconradia.conductwantedbroughtthepoorgirlwouldnoevershavehernecessary GAZETTE. NO. 6 Bismarck as an Orator. Those who have only seen Bismarck's picture, and not the man himself, get a poor idea of the great German statesman. Most of the pictures represent him as dark, with black hair, eyes and moustache, and a lowering brow. His expression is as fierce and gloomy as that of an ogre. The real Bismarck, however, has a light, ruddy complexion. The little hair that skirts his great bald head is reddish and sandy. His eyes are stern and bold, but of a clear, deep gray. His moustache is reddish, and long and handsome. His face is, however, stern, thoughtful and almost forbidding. He looks more the soldier than the man of politics, especially when, as often the case, he wears a military dress, with a glittering peaked helmet on his head, and is mounted on horseback. His frame, too, is gigantic one. Tall and stalwart as is the old Emperor William, his greatest and most intimate adviser towers above him. Bismarck's shoulders are as broad as those of a Cyclops. He holds his finely-shaped head haughtily high in the air, and he walks with a ponderous tread, which indicates physical prowess, as well as a determined soul. His deeds of statesmanship are so brilliant that we are apt to overlook his other abilities. He is a most interesting talker; and more than this, he is a very forcible orator. Not that he has those graces of declamation and arts of rhetoric which are sometimes taken for eloquence. On the contrary, he is rather awkward than graceful; In her "True Life" of Isaac T. Hopper, Mrs. Child relates many anecdotes of that eccentric philanthropist, and among them the following, which is worth repeating: Upon a certain occasion a man called upon him with a due-bill for twenty dollars against an estate which he had been employed to settle. Friend Hopper put it away, saying he would examine it and attend to its settlement as soon as he had leisure. The man called again, a short time afterwards, and stated that he was sorry in need of six dollars, and was willing to give a receipt in full if the sum were advanced. This proposition excited suspicion, and the administrator decided that he would pay nothing until he had examined the papers of the deceased. Searching carefully among these, he found a receipt for the money, mentioning the identical items, dates, and circumstances of the transaction; stating also that a due-bill had been given and lost, which was to be restored by the creditor; if found. When the man called again for payment, Isaac said to him in a quiet way: "Friend Jones, I understand that thou hast become plausibly." He replied, in a solitary tone: "Yes, thanks to the Lord. I've found the way to salvation." "And thou hast been dipped, I hear!" continued the Quaker. "Yes." "Dost thou know James Hunter!" "Yes—I know him." "Well," rejoined Friend Hopper, "he was dipped some time ago, but his rela- With the insanity of the successive wars of the world, imperial sway came to the Danish nation, nearly as it crutrated on either Asia and East-Asia and East-America, with its national stepspeaks, the eminent and camped Poland with its nations and nations. At Lancaster; City. He was July 4th, the John Adams. The exception in small towns was Van Buren, the poorest postmaster of service. He, Samuel L., official deputy. But Jefferson of his library is an important Taylor was sent, and upon were well-to-do reception above Rich, became a likely for lack of City has been one president the latter was the remains were high-yard, where was Monroe, cemetery near before the reclaimed by the old were borne over. The tongue is oostethst great business on a mighty stormion; it often is man's facnland to make enemies. Who cannot really bit of flame of nature in science was the moment's silence about the unfairness with it under every word being one, and as nation, dwellings of the wind, so needed to a wordy land and are suddget a family or all the land, all are all in The tongue is very like that which Cromwell is described as having possessed. He goes straight to his subject. He is blunt, outspoken, and perfectly fearless. He tells his hearers just what he thinks of his enemies; and he puts on an appearance of frankness and sincerity which, if it is assumed with perfect art. When he rises to speak the German Parliament becomes as hushed as if it were an empty chamber. This is not only because he is the most powerful of all Germans, but the deputies know that they are about to hear something well worth hearing in itself. Bismarck's voice is rather a hard and harsh than a silvery one. But it is strong, and can be easily heard, even though he speaks low, in the remotest corner. He draws himself up, and seems to feel his superiority to all others present. He appears to disdain to use gestures, very rarely waving or lifting his hand. His manner is stern and proud, and in his language there is seldom any effort to conciliate those who are opposing him. Sometimes his fierce temper bursts all bounds, and in his attitude and speech he is like a lion, burating forth in mighty and implacable anger. Not long ago he was bitterly denounced by two Catholic deputies. They finally goaded him into springing to his feet, and pouring upon them a volley of impetuous retorts. He buttoned his coat highly about his great frame; his eyes flashed, and his moustache seemed to bristle, and his oration seemed to those who heard him like an angry tempest. When he sat down he had crushed his opponents so completely that they sat timid and silent, under his scathing rebuke. An eye-witness of the scene describes it as having been one of thrilling interest. "As he stood," he says, "facing the House, the natural sternness of his aspect accented by the rigidity of his military dress, he looked to me like the incarnation of an ungovernable will; like a Colossus, certainly capable of bearing upon his mighty shoulders cares and responsibilities that would crush a common mortal into powder." In his calmer moments, Bismarck is perfectly tranquil and rigid, uses the shortest and plainest logic, and never indulges in any poetic flights. He is very brief, and when he has finished what he has to say, sits down and attentively listens to the speeches that follow. Thus the great statesman possesses the rare quality of supporting his policy by a kind of oratory best fitted to subdue and awe those who would oppose him; and although he rejects the adornment of speech that would be apt to be more permanent than a State office! Our opinion is that about the worst thing a young man can do is to get an appointment to any public office what- In his calmer moments, Bismarck is perfectly tranquil and rigid, uses the shortest and plainest logic, and never indulges in any poetic flights. He is very brief, and when he has finished what he has to say, sits down and attentively listens to the speeches that follow. Thus the great statesman possesses the rare quality of supporting his policy by a kind of oratory best fitted to subdue and awe those who would oppose him; and although he rejects the adornment of speech which most famous speakers use, he must be ranked as one of the greatest of modern orators. An Educating Monarch.—The present Khodive of Egypt is an extraordinary man, of vast enterprise and boundless wealth. He is despotic in his views, but is determined to make Egypt a powerful country once more by educating his people to intelligence and strong character. He has established a general school system, extending through the whole country, and makes education compulsory. Already the ratio of persons unable to read and write is smaller than in France or Italy, and the children of the pastantry are better taught than in England. Provision is made even for the education of girls, a wonderful change for an Eastern country; and Miss Whately, an English lady, niece of the late Archbishop Whately, in at the head of a system of well-endowed female schools. The Khadive hopes by educating the children of the Fellahs, the lowest class of the people, and fitting them for intelligent domestic service, to put an end to slavery in Egypt. The demand for negro slaves will cease if a better class of workers can be found nearer home. A WARNING TO GHOST STORY TELLERS.—A terrible sequel to an hour's amusement telling ghost stories occurred at the Surgical Institute last night. A room full of young ladies, patients of the Institute, annexed and excited each other by stories of terrific apparitions, hobgoblins, ghosts etc. The gas had been turned out either intentionally or by accident. In the climax of a vicious story one of the girls threw her shawl over a trembling comrade. A little rattle and strange conduct was noticed. When a light was brought the fact was revealed that the poor girl was fainne. She has remained no over time, yet hopes are undertaken of her recovery. EARN YOUR OWN LIVING.—"What is the best way to get an appointment to a public office!" asks a correspondent. And he adds: "Do you not think it is better for a young man to get an appointment in some department of the United States Government, as that would be apt to be more permanent than a State office!" Our opinion is that about the worst thing a young man can do is to get an appointment to any public office whatever. The habit of depending on political office for a living is apt to take the maniness out of a man. It too often makes him shiftless and inefficient. And when by some adverse turn of the political wheel he is "thrown upon his own resources," he finds it difficult to get work and earn his living. As a rule, an old office-holder, who has finally been turned adrift, after struggling awhile with adverse fate, settles down to a life of idleness, and at last dies in poverty. A good trade, or the ability to earn a living in any honest way by the exercise of one's own powers, is far better than an appointment to office.—N. Y. Ledger. Perry, a German soldier, was ordered fifty lashes for some alleged act of law-ordination. The man, disciplined to silence, said nothing, but when the first lash fell on his肩 should he hand into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. The insignifier thought this manifestation not complimentary to his skill, and redoubled the strength of his blains. But Perry laughed on, and when cut down still found difficulty in restraining his mirth. The officer in command, with a curiosity naturally excited, approached the bleeding wretch and laughed the cause of his mirth. "Why? replied Perry, breaking into a fresh fit of laughter." "I'm the wring man!" A new year ago Moody and Sunley were on their knees benging the Chicago Christians to assist in their evangelical work, and but very few would pay any attention to them. Now that they have achieved a great success, Chicago Christians are on their knees benging the now great evangelists in some town and there入侵ate their campaign against them in this country. We certainly hope that they can be induced to go there first. If they really want to wage an effective and correct war against future threats they should go at once to headquarters, and hand out lies in his den, the double his hall.—Detroit Times.