anaheim-gazette 1877-03-03

ANAHEIM VOL. 7. Stocking Song. ON CHRISTMAS EVE. Welcome, Christmas, heel and toe! Here we wait thee in a row, Come, good Santa Claus, we beg— Fill us tightly, foot and leg. Fill us quickly ere you go, Fill us till we overflow. That's the way; and leave us more Heaped in piles upon the floor. Little feet that ran all day Twitch in dreams of merry play; Little feet that jumped at will Lie all pink, and warm and still. See us! how we lightly swing; Hear us! how we try to sing. Welcome, Christmas, heel and toe! Come and fill us ere you go! Here we hang till some one nimbly Jumps with treasure down the chimney. Bleas us! how we'll tickle us, Funny old St. Nicholas! Among the Brigands. The history of brigandage in the south of the Italian peninsula and in the lovley island of Sicily is full of thrilling episodes, one of which is still fresh in the minds of the English and Italian public. Sir John Rose, a wealthy Englishman traveling in Sicily, was captured by the bandit Leone and his companion on the 4th of November and held in captivity by them for three weeks. After being carried about secretly and exposed to great fear and privation, he was at last The robber proved to have a heart beneath all his wickedness and was unable to resist his prayers. Then came the other, more ferocious still, and determined to kill him before they were taken prisons or killed themselves. But when all other means of touching him failed, the reproach that Vincento Capraro, whose generosity and goodness of heart he had so applauded, would not have acted in that way, disarmed him at once. He promised to save his life, but on condition that in whatever prison he might be shut up, Signorelli should provide him with a change of clothing in which to make his escape. While they were making this compact the assault and the defense continued in the darkness and storm and snow. The brigands made Signorelli throw the bricks from a hole they had made in the wall, in order to attract the attention of the soldiers, while they, from the other side of the house, fled with the speed of fear and escaped. The bitter comments of the English press on the capture of Sir John Rose are resented by the Italians, who already feel acutely the mortification of such a breach of national hospitality. They would gladly rid Sicily of the brigands as well for their own safety as for that of foreigners. One professor in Naples proposes to raise a subscription, which he begins with twenty dollars, to pay the sum required for the redemption of Rose; but this is impracticable, as it would be an encouragement to crime and a confession of weakness in the government. The only real remedy is for the loyal people to report faithfully to the proper authorities. All information they may have tention to the subject, hating the government are supposed brigandage. The Honey The honey bee iz an ger, sudden in biz impain in biz conclusions, or Hiz natral disposishibetween red-pepper in oil, and biz moral bias mi way." They have a long lance the middle bi a waist phisikal importance lace of their suburb, in javelin. This javelin iz alwas reddy to unload at a man az spray az litening, and a kolly az the toothake. Bees never argy a cow their differences over their javelin fly, and a hit az a mule iz. This testy kritter liv numbering about 2 whether they are ma conservative, or ma wedlock, or whether t and keep one wife te don't kno nor don't k amined their habits ma sidered it healthy, for a man tew kill 90 bees hundreth one hit him. The drones seem alway they are about the They don't lay up en Among the Brigands. The history of brigandage in the south of the Italian peninsula and in the lovely island of Sicily is full of thrilling episodes, one of which is still fresh in the minds of the English and Italian public. Sir John Rose, a wealthy Englishman traveling in Sicily, was captured by the bandit Leone and his companion on the 4th of November and held in captivity by them for three weeks. After being carried about secretly and exposed to great fear and privation, he was at last released on the payment of $12,000. The captive's account after his return of the life of these Robin Hoods in the greenwood is romantic enough to satisfy the most adventurous traveler, and recalls the story of the brigands' life told by Washington Irving. The hand, consisting of four or five men, first made a forced march of sixteen hours, which was so fatiguing that the horse of Sir John Rose fell down twice and was finally abandoned by the chief. They arrived in the night at a grotto, where they remained hidden seven days, feasting in the meanwhile on all manner of delicacies. They then heard that the public force was in search of them, and moved away with the utmost quiet and secrecy by night and on foot. Having found a tree and a mass of shrubbery around it, they threw themselves face downward on the ground, and lay there without any movement or noise whatever, even killing a dog which came near them by throwing stones at it in order not to use their guns. Thus for thirteen days they hid among the bushes, in grottos and valleys by day and walked at night. They had nothing but bread, cheese and wine to sustain them, and the scarcity of water was so great that Sir John was obliged to wash his hands in wine. Often the bernaglieri, who were in search of them, passed very near, and then Leone placed the captive in front of the group and gave him a pistol, ordering him to fire at the first appearance of the enemy. He was always guarded by four bandits, but otherwise was not treated harshly. His liberation was effected by a person of influence in Palermo, who is secretly in league with the famous brigands. Leone professed to desire nothing for himself, but said that his companions would never liberate their captive without money. He said also that in compensation for the service which was asked of him he wished his passage to be paid in some vessel which would carry him very far away from Sicily. But the truthfulness of this virtuous desire is doubtful. The distress of Sir John Rose's family, which divided between hope and fear, sought for help from every source, even from those connected secretly with the brigands, was intense until reassured by their secret agents that he would be librated on the payment of the required sum. He was finally conducted to a railway station at some hours' distance from Palermo, dressed in brigand's cloak and cap, and placed on a train of the third class with an injunction not to make himself known immediately. This is the incident that has caused the English newspapers to reproach the government bitterly for these outrages, and to compare the public safety of Italy with that of Funny old St. Nicholas! Among the Brigands. The history of brigandage in the south of the Italian peninsula and in the lovely island of Sicily is full of thrilling episodes, one of which is still fresh in the minds of the English and Italian public. Sir John Rose, a wealthy Englishman traveling in Sicily, was captured by the bandit Leone and his companion on the 4th of November and held in captivity by them for three weeks. After being carried about secretly and exposed to great fear and privation, he was at last released on the payment of $12,000. The captive's account after his return of the life of these Robin Hoods in the greenwood is romantic enough to satisfy the most adventurous traveler, and recalls the story of the brigands' life told by Washington Irving. The hand, consisting of four or five men, first made a forced march of sixteen hours, which was so fatiguing that the horse of Sir John Rose fell down twice and was finally abandoned by the chief. They arrived in the night at a grotto, where they remained hidden seven days, feasting in the meanwhile on all manner of delicacies. They then heard that the public force was in search of them, and moved away with the utmost quiet and secrecy by night and on foot. Having found a tree and a mass of shrubbery around it, they threw themselves face downward on the ground, and lay there without any movement or noise whatever, even killing a dog which came near them by throwing stones at it in order not to use their guns. Thus for thirteen days they hid among the bushes, in grottoes and valleys by day and walked at night. They had nothing but bread, cheese and wine to sustain them, and the scarcity of water was so great that Sir John was obliged to wash his hands in wine. Often the bernaglieri, who were in search of them, passed very near, and then Leone placed the captive in front of the group and gave him a pistol, ordering him to fire at the first appearance of the enemy. He was always guarded by four bandits, but otherwise was not treated harshly. His liberation was effected by a person of influence in Palermo, who is secretly in league with the famous brigands. Leone professed to desire nothing for himself, but said that his companions would never liberate their captive without money. He said also that in compensation for the service which was asked of him he wished his passage to be paid in some vessel which would carry him very far away from Sicily. But the truthfulness of this virtuous desire is doubtful. The distress of Sir John Rose's family, which divided between hope and fear, sought for help from every source, even from those connected secretly with the brigands, was intense until reassured by their secret agents that he would be librated on the payment of the required sum. He was finally conducted to a railway station at some hours' distance from Palermo, dressed in brigand's cloak and cap, and placed on a train of the third class with an injunction not to make himself known immediately. This is the incident that has caused the English newspapers to reproach the government bitterly for these outrages, and to compare the public safety of Italy with that of Funny old St. Nicholas! Among the Brigands. The history of brigandage in the south of the Italian peninsula and in the lovely island of Sicily is full of thrilling episodes, one of which is still fresh in the minds of the English and Italian public. Sir John Rose, a wealthy Englishman traveling in Sicily, was captured by the bandit Leone and his companion on the 4th of November and held in captivity by them for three weeks. After being carried about secretly and exposed to great fear and privation, he was at last released on the payment of $12,000. The captive's account after his return of the life of these Robin Hoods in the greenwood is romantic enough to satisfy the most adventurous traveler, and recalls the story of the brigands' life told by Washington Irving. The hand, consisting of four or five men, first made a forced march of sixteen hours, which was so fatiguing that the horse of Sir John Rose fell down twice and was finally abandoned by the chief. They arrived in the night at a grotto, where they remained hidden seven days, feasting in the meanwhile on all manner of delicacies. They then heard that the public force was in search of them, and moved away with the utmost quiet and secrecy by night and on foot. Having found a tree and a mass of shrubbery around it, they threw themselves face downward on the ground, and lay there without any movement or noise whatever, even killing a dog which came near them by throwing stones at it in order not to use their guns. Thus for thirteen days they hid among the bushes, in grottoes and valleys by day and walked at night. They had nothing but bread, cheese and wine to sustain them, and the scarcity of water was so great that Sir John was obliged to wash his hands in wine. Often the bernaglieri, who were in search of them, passed very near, and then Leone placed the captive in front of the group and gave him a pistol, ordering him to fire at the first appearance of the enemy. He was always guarded by four bandits, but otherwise was not treated harshly. His liberation was effected by a person of influence in Palermo, who is secretly in league with the famous brigands. Leone professed to desire nothing for himself, but said that his companions would never liberate their captive without money. He said also that in compensation for the service which was asked of him he wished his passage to be paid in some vessel which would carry him very far away from Sicily. But the truthfulness of this virtuous desire is doubtful. The distress of Sir John Rose's family, which divided between hope and fear, sought for help from every source, even from those connected secretly with the brigands, was intense until reassured by their secret agents that he would be librated on the payment of the required sum. He was finally conducted to a railway station at some hours' distance from Palermo, dressed in brigand's cloak and cap, and placed on a train of the third class with an injunction not to make himself known immediately. This is the incident that has caused the English newspapers to reproach the government bitterly for these outrages, and to compare the public safety of Italy with that of Funny old St. Nicholas! The distress of Sir John Rose's family, which divided between hope and fear, sought for help from every source, even from those connected secretly with the brigands, was intense until reassured by their secret agents that he would be liberated on the payment of the required sum. He was finally conducted to a railway station at some hours' distance from Palermo, dressed in brigand's cloak and cap, and placed on a train of the third class with an injunction not to make himself known immediately. This is the incident that has caused the English newspapers to reproach the government bitterly for these outrages, and to compare the public safety of Italy with that of Turkey. Another case, marked with even greater atrocity, took place about the same time. Dr. Signorelli, an Italian, was liberated the other day after a fierce conflict between the bersaglieri and the brigands who had captured him forty days before. He was captured on a stormy night and taken to the house of a person in Rocca-mensa, in Sicily, who had no apparent connection with the brigands, but was secretly their ally. More than five minutes before reaching the house he was made to dismount from his horse, his eyes were blindfolded, a brigand's cap and cloak put on him, and so he was led into it. Of the four brigands who took him, two of them left him and were seen no more, and two remained to keep him in custody. He slept forty nights in the arms of one of these, on a sofa almost too narrow for one person, and upon which it was impossible to turn. When the pardone went out the house was looked, and no one was allowed to smoke; as that would have betrayed their presence. The victim of this romance, worn with fatigue and anxiety, often, as he says, felt the tears in his eyes and his mind overwhelmed with grief when he remembered his wife, children and aged father. But being assured that his life would be spared he became philosophical and joined in the evening conversations of his captors. They recounted the exploits of the generous brigand Vincenzo Capraro, in whose school they had been educated. The traditions of this great predecessor served at last to save the life of Signorelli; for when the soldiers in search of him had stretched a cord around the house and were firing continually upon it in hopes of dislodging the inmates, one of the brigands called for him to come down from the garret in which he was hiding. Signorelli knew for what purpose this must be, and implored him by all that was sacred to spare his life. The king pardoned him, and the outlaw, kissing the knees of his horse, went away free and happy, and lived honestly in that neighborhood from that day. The generals of Murat, to eradicate brigandage in the kingdom of Naples, employed the most severe measures. Good citizens were enjoined to imprison or kill the brigands, and all men able to fight were armed. All correspondence with them was punished with death. Husband and wife, mother and son, brother and brother, were divided by this scourge! In the year 1800 the government, which was molested in Calabria by the brigands, under the protection of the Pope, again adopted serious measures. I have often listened to the descriptions by the colonel in charge of that expedition of his terrible work there. He caught the outlaws by fifties and sixties, and ranging them before his soldiers' guns shot them down like wild animals, regardless of the prayers of wives and children. But as this was a means of public safety and not mere cruelty, he afterward gathered the children into asylums, where they were well taken care of. The evil in Sicily is now continually increasing, and calls for serious attention. The daily journals of Palermo, reluctant as they are to confess this state of things, say now that the cup is full. Society is so corrupted by the evil that Rose asserts that Leone knew all the watchwords of the troops, and all that was said and done in the family of his captive. The discussion of this subject in Parliament two years ago, and the project of taking exceptional measures in regard to public safety in Sicily, produced an excitement and party feeling which almost threatened the unity of the Government. The Sicilian members were loath to have their part of Italy less esteemed than any other. They remembered the sacrifices it had made for the unity and liberty of the kingdom; how its patriots had conspired and suffered imprisonment, exile and death under the Bourbons; how they were the first to assist Garibaldi in 1860, and they could not brook an aspersion, as they considered it, upon their honor. The Avocato Tajani went so far as to accuse the Lanza Ministry of having aided the mafia and kept members of it knowingly in office. This excited Lanza to the utmost, and the discussion will long be remembered as one of the most violent that ever took place in the Italian Parliament. But the commission which was at that time appointed, and the excellent administration on the part of the government, have kept the brigands at bay. These recent outrages have directed at- Mr. Edward King: "In Sevilla youth, who had been of the fairest of the fairest under her he had often before looked up; no light dow; the street lain faintly at the house-glean upon the immei niche of the way dering at his lack oaken door of the ming hinges and a priest my son," he said gee within is dead; she mentions ago.' The A guitar, knelt for a image of the Virgin into the darkness, and a boatman drew his Quadalquiver." Cold Weather experienced by the Alert; in the Arrt March; the thermometer under 70 degrees be too much even for usually tolerably doors; and they will their feet like a cape one of them was fright. On February sudden change of morning; the therm degree below zero as the dogs; in ther parature they were ship with naked hull no cold. It would attempt to acclimate region, when the E able to occupy them it produces. Sow words and abundant and in e IM GAZ SUPPLEMENT. ANAHEIM, CAL., MARCH 3, 1877. tention to the subject, but the efforts of the government are constantly aimed to suppress brigandage.—New York Evening Post. The Honey Bee. The honey bee iz an inflamible bugger, sudden in biz impressbuns and hasty in biz conclusions, or end. Hiz natral disposishun iz a warm cross between red-pepper in the pod and fusil oil, and biz moral bias iz, "git out ov mi way." They have a long boddy, divided in the middle bi a waist spot, but their phisical importance lays at the terminus of their suburb, in the shape ov a javelin. This javelin iz alwas loaded, and stands reddy to unload at a minit's warning, and enters a man az still az thought, az spry az litening, and az full oph melankolly az the toothake. Bees never argy a case; they settle awl ov their differences ov opinyun bi letting their javelin fly, and are az certain tew hit az a mule iz. This testy kritter lives in congregations numbering about 20,000 souls, but whether they are male and female, or conservative, or matched in bonds of wedlock, or whether they klub together and keep one wife tew save expense, i don't kno nor don't kare. I never examined their habits mutch, i never considered it healthy, for what would it profit a man tew kill 90 bees and hav the 1 hundreth one hit him with his javelin? The drones seem alwas bizzy, but what they are about the lord only knows. They don't lay up enny honey, they seem to bize our list for the sake of Dining Comfortably. Most people are aware, even without any scientific knowledge, that the mind has a most direct influence on the stomach, that the stomach reacts upon the mind,and that the two,linked mysteriously together, act and react upon each other with unfailing certainty. Digestion thus obviously to a great extent will depend on the state of mind in which we sit down to a meal. It is not sufficient always merely to set the bread-winner down to a good dinner. If he has been hard at work, battling during the day with the perplexities and difficulties inseparable from daily life, in whatever calling, his meal, if it is to do him all the good it should, must be a cheerful one; and it is as much a part of a loving wife's duty to meet him with smiles and pleasant words as it is to give him his soup hot and his meat cooked to a turn. Nay, although disappointment in the quality of the viands—a tough steak, a tepid roll—may check much more than is thought the process of digestion, even when spirits are good and appetite keen, it will not be so prejudicial to the healthful assimilation of food as will be dolorous tales of domestic cares or the announcement of bad news. Whatever trials and sorrows have to be faced, dinner time and the time immediately succeeding it is not the time to grapple with them, or dwell upon the means by which they are to be surmounted. Again, highly animated discussions, lapsing often into virulent arguments, are distinctly prejudicial at meal time; for temper, if ruffled, will retard digestion as fatally as dampened spirits In a word there is no hyway to London. All roads lead to London, as once all roads led to Rome. Here all the world's balances are struck at last, and here the vibrations of human life and progress from five continents quiver and tremble. I stood upon the dome of Wren, a marble mountain reared into the sky, solid as the hills, and yet vibrating to every passing cart and omnibus upon the thronged streets below. The day was glorious with sunshine. For you must not believe the nonsense that puts London under perpetual fog. The sky would have done no dishonor to Colorado. And as far as the eye could reach swept away to the misty horizon the roofs and domes and towers of the one great City of the World. They may talk of Paris as they will. They may praise, as I have praised, the glorious capital of the North—Edinburgh, on her throne of crags. They may tell you of Venice and her wave-washed palaces, of Naples and her sapphire bay, of the great discrowned "Lady of Kingdoms" herself, in all her ancient splendor, or in her pathetic decay. But here, from the "Dome of the Golden Cross," where Nelson's bones and Wellington's rest beneath your feet, sweeps around and away the world's one city of our day. The roar of London rises faint to your ears, a multitudinous, indistinguishable mass of mingled sound. You are alone. You are above it all. It comes to you as the sounds of the great world ascend to heaven. Every human passion is in it, and every human pain. God only can distinguish between the laughter and the tears the curses and the prayers, the The Lair tains the moment: "The sund Cardinal said, to a terrestrial and highest demeanor nai has a right insinuach in Cardinal b delicate and brothers; deny that of claim w resolve in they are thof their deat at arrangement and that thou will be care shortly. Of her maestance o not that thou with the ode good to rea above-named replied-to could affairs; thou in using hia the Signor of justice; an intervievie Cardinal be undersetting to an all the me This testy kritter lives in congregations numbering about 20,000 souls, but whether they are male and female, or conservative, or matched in bonds of wedlock, or whether they club together and keep one wife to save expense, it don’t kno nor don’t kare. I never examined their habits match, i never considered it healthy, for what would it profit a man tew kill 99 bees and hav the 1 hundrth one hit him with hiz javelin? The drones seem alwas bizzy, but what they are about the lord only knows. They don’t lay up enny honey, they seem tew be bizzy only jist for the sake of eating awl the time, they are alwas in az mutch ov a hurry az tho they was going for a dockter. I suppose this uneasy world would grind around on its axle-tree oost in 24 hours, even if there want enny drones, but drones must be good for something, but i kant think now what it iz. Thare haint been a oug made in vain, nor one that want a good job; that there iz ever lots ov human drones loafing around blacksmith shops, and cider mills, all over the country, that don’t seem tew be necessary for enny thing but tew beg plug tobacco and swear, and steal water-melons, but you let the cholera break once, and then you will see the wisdum ov having jist sich men laying around loose, they help count. Bees are not long lived—i kant state jist how long their lives are, but i kno, from instinkt and observashun, that enny kritter, be he bug or be he devil, who iz mad awl the time and stings every good chance he kan git, generally dies early. The only way tew git the exact fitcing weight ov the bee, is tew touch him, let him hit you with his javelin, and you will be willing tew testify in court that sumboddy run a one-tined pitch-fork inter yer; and as for grit, i will state for the informashun ov those who haven’t had a chance tew lay in their vermin wisdom az freely az i haw, that one single bee who feels well will break up a large camp meeting! What the bees do for amusement iz another question i kant answer, but some ov the best read and ‘heavyest thinkers among naturalists say that they have target excursions and heave their javelins at the mark; but i don’t imbibe this assurshun raw, for i never knu enny boddy, so bitter at heart az the bees are, to waste a blow. There is one thing that a bee does, i will give him credit for on mi books—he alwas attends tew his own bizzness, and wont allow any boddy else tew attend tew it, and what he duz he duz well, you never see him altering enny thing, if they make enny mistakes it is after dark and it aint seen. If bees made haff az menny blunders az the men do, even with their javelius, everybody would laft at them. In ending oph this essa, i will cum tew a stop by concluding, that if the bees waz a little more pensive, and not so darned pertermory with their javelins, they might be guilty of less wisdum, but more charity. But you kant alter bug nature without spilling it for enny thing else, enny more than you kan an elephant’s egg. —Josh Billings. MR. EDWARD KING tells a romantic lit- is thought the process of digestion, even when spirits are good and appetite keen, it will not be so prejudicial to the healthful assimilation of food as will be dolorous tales of domestic cares or the announcement of bad news. Whatever trials and sorrows have to be faced, dinner time and the time immediately succeeding it is not the time to grapple with them, or dwell upon the means by which they are to surmounted. Again, highly animated discussions, lapsing often into virulent arguments, are distinctly prejudicial at meal time; for temper, if ruffled, will retard digestion as fatally as dampened spirits will. In a word, there is no by-way to health more directly useful and generally worth sticking to than that by which we can have our meals in peace and comfort, if not in absolute gayety. THERE is an objection to the common way of boiling eggs which people do not understand. It is this: The white, under three minutes’ rapid cooking, becomes tough and indigestible, while the yolk is left out. When properly cooked, eggs are done evenly through like any other food. This result may be obtained by putting the eggs into a dish with cover, as a tin-pail, and then pouring upon them boiling water, two quarts or more to a dozen of eggs, and cover and set them away from the stove for fifteen minutes. The heat of the water cooks the eggs slowly and evenly, and sufficiently, and to a jolly-like consistency, leaving the center or yolk harder than the white, and the eggs taste as much richer and nicer, as a fresh egg is nicer than a stale egg, and no person will want to eat them boiled after trying this method once. DIPHtheria.—The following is claimed to be a certain cure for diphtheria. A physician says, that in one thousand cases in which it has been tried, not a single patient has been lost. The treatment consists simply swabbing the back of the mouth and throat with a wash made thus: Table salt, two draams; black pepper, golden seal, nitrate of potash, alum, one dram each. Mix and pulverize; put it into a teacup, which half fill with boiling water; stir well, and then fill up with good vinegar. Use every half hour; one, two,and four hours,a recovery progresses. The patient may swallow a little each time. Apply an ounce each of spirits of turpentine,sweet oil,aqua ammonia,mixed,tothe whole of the throat and to the breast-bone every four hours,keping flannel to the part. CITRON PRESERVES.—Pare the citron take out the seeds,and cut it into small pieces; weigh it and put it into cold water and boil until tender;throw in a few peach leaves to give it a green color; also a small lump of alum to harden it.Make a syrup of three-quarters of a pound of sugar for each pound of citron,and for every seven pounds use four lemons and two ounces of green ginger-root.Slice the lemons and ginger-root thin,scald them in a little clear waterafter which add the sugar.Boil the syrup down until thick,the add the citron and let it boil five minutes.Take the whole up in jars and seal up close,and keep in a dark,dry,cool place. CHILDREN’S PUDDING.—Fill an earthen Tuesday morning，while balancing the bank accounts of the Trust Company,the cashier discovered two checks“bearing the same number,一for $150,000,and the other for $64,000,drawn by the New York Life Insurance Company on the Union Trust Company.Upon examining the check for $64,000，它 was pronounced a clover forgery.The officers of the Union Trust Company were notified of the forgery immediately,and the cashier stated that it was presented to him on the 3d of the month,and he，supposing it to be perfectly regular，certified it.After the stranger had accomplished their following statement of facts: Tuesday morning，while balancing the bank accounts of the Trust Company,the cashier discovered two checks“bearing the same number，一for $150,000,and the other for $64,000,drawn by the New York Life Insurance Company on the Union Trust Company.Upon examining the check for $64,000，它 was pronounced a clover forgery.The officers of the Union Trust Company were notified of the forgery immediately,and the cashier stated that it was presented to him on the 3d of the month,and he，supposing it to be perfectly regular，certified it.After the stranger had accomplished their following statement of facts: Mrs.Road.”or Monthly actions on woman. A half of the campaign road,the case grove,two blankets halted,tus,bark stopped her legs,ror turned. I walk look back one or two then swiftly enough continue bark of a way way We were until speak for “Yer woman woods wheres dunno turned It great dogs were about us we spied Mr. Edward King tells a romantic little story in an article on Spain in Lippincott: "In Seville, some years since, a youth, who had been encouraged by one of the fairest of the Andalusian maidens, arrived under her balcony and began, as he had often before, a love ditty. He looked up; no light burned in her window; the street lamp only, flickering faintly at the house-corner, threw a feeble gleam upon the image of the Virgin in the niche of the wall. As he was wondering at his lack of success the great oaken door of the mansion creaked on its hinges and a priest came out. 'Go away, my son,' he said gently; 'the good girl within is dead; she died but a few moments ago.' The Andalusian broke his guitar, knelt for a moment before the image of the Virgin, then rushed away into the darkness, and the next morning a boatman drew his corpse out of the Quadalquiver." Cold Weather.—The coldest weather experienced by the English sailors on the Alert, in the Arctic regions, was in March, the thermometer on the 4th going under 70 degrees below zero. This was too much even for the dogs, who were usually tolerably comfortable out of doors, and they walked about, lifting their feet like a cat on hot bricks, while one of them was frozen to the floor by his tail. On February 4th there occurred a sudden change of forty-five degrees in a morning, the thermometer rising to one degree below zero. The Esquimaux stand the coldest weather usually as well as the dogs; in the days of lowest temperature they were working outside the ship with naked hands and said they felt no cold. It would seem rather idle to attempt to acclimate Americans to that region, when the Esquimaux are perfectly able to occupy the country and eat up all it produces. Soft words and soft water should be abundant and in every home. Children's Pudding.—Fill an earthen baking dish with finely chopped apples. Season with sugar and nutmeg; add a little water. Set it on the back of the range until the apples are tender. Then make a crust of one teacup of sweet milk; one tablespoonful of butter; a little salt; one teaspoonful of baking powder; flour enough to roll out. Lay the crust on top of the apples and bake. To be eaten hot with sweet sauce, flavored with lemon or vanilla. Other kinds of fruit may be used in the same manner. Potato Scones.—Mash boiled potatoes till they are quite smooth, adding a little salt; then knead out with flour to the thickness required; toast, pricking them with a fork to prevent them blistering. When eaten with fresh or salt butter they are equal to crumpets, and very nutritious. Oat Meal Griddle Cakes.—One and a half cups oat meal, two teaspoonsfuls of sugar, a pinch of salt, one-fourth of a teaspoonful of soda. Stir well together and let it stand overnight; then add one egg, one cup of milk, flour enough to make the batter right to bake. Bake on a griddle as pancakes. Carrot Salad.—Boil a large carrot in salted water until tender, chop it fine, with two hard-boiled eggs. Pour over them a mixture of one tablespoonful of sweet oil, thereof with vinegar, a little salt, pepper, sugar, and made mustard if liked. Remedy for Toothache.—Oil of cinnamon and oil of cloves, equal parts. Mix; dip a piece of cotton in the mixture, and put it in the tooth. Eye Water.—Pith of sassafras, half a dram; rose water, one pint; white vitriol, one dram. For acute inflammation of the eyes. A tea made of chestnut leaves and drank in place of water will cure the most obstinate case of dropsy in a few days. Tuesday morning, while balancing the bank accounts of the Trust Company, the cashier discovered two checks "bearing the same number, one for $150,000, and the other for $64,000, drawn by the New York Life Insurance Company on the Union Trust Company. Upon examining the check for $64,000, it was pronounced a clever forgery. The officers of the Union Trust Company were notified of the forgery immediately, and the cashier stated that it was presented to him on the 3d of the month, and he, supposing it to be perfectly regular, certified it. After the stranger had accomplished his object, he presented himself at the office of Mr. Maxwell, a broker of Broad street, and purchased $40,000 in gold, and left after obtaining the treasure and difference, less the commission of the broker. The loss will fall upon the Union Trust Company, the officers of which have assured President Franklin they will make the $64,000 good. The detectives are busily engaged in working up the case." The following caution appears in the afternoon papers: "The public are cautioned against negotiating our check, No. 10,392, for $9,509 gold; on the Bank of New York, certified by the bank, payment having been stopped on account of fraud." "W. T. Hatch & Son." Ancient Libraries.—In Egypt, the cradle of civilization, the first library of which there is any trace on the pages of history was founded about 1,400 years before the Christian era, these ancient books being written on papyrus, stone and metal. Nor was this the only collection of writings which ancient Egypt contained, as is proved by the fact that on several ancient tombs inscriptions have been deciphered which refer to appropriations of lots of land for the erection of libraries to the king. The great mass of the works which such libraries must have contained were, in the course of a checkered history, swept out of existence, and the only traces of them which remain are infrequent but suggestive references to a few lost writings in those books which for religious reasons have been preserved." N.Y.Herald. Veracity is the correspondence between a proposition and a man's belief. Truth is the correspondence of the proposition with fact.-F.W.Robertson. GAZETTE. NO. 20. Antonelli's Estate. The Liberte, published at Rome, contains the following mysterious statement: "The succession of the property of Cardinal Antonelli will give rise, it is said, to a trail which will excite the interest and curiosity of the public in the highest degree. The Signora G. L., whose maiden name was M., pretends that she has a right to a portion of the heritage, inasmuch as she was bound to the late Cardinal by ties of relationship of a kind delicate and sacred above all others. His brothers, who are his heirs, absolutely deny that the Signora G. L. has any sort of claim whatsoever; and are all the more resolute in denying it, in that they think they are thus best defending the memory of their deceased brother. All attempts at arrangement having resulted in failure, it seems that the trial must take place; and that the heirs of Cardinal Antonelli will be called before the tribunal very shortly. The Signora G. L., at the period of her marriage, had need of the legal assistance of the Hon. Mancini, who was not that time a Cabinet Minister. She, with the consent of her husband, thought good to recur on this occasion also to the above-named illustrious lawyer. But he replied to her that, being a Minister he could not occupy himself with private affairs; that he had no difficulty however in using his good offices as Minister should the Signora G. L. apply to him for an act of justice, and that he was ready to have an interview with the legal advisers of the Cardinal's heirs—as a friend, it is to be understood—for the purpose of coming to an agreement, if possible—a course all the more desirable, as the matter to be Nye on Webster. Some years before Daniel Webster's death, a dinner was given to him in Boston at the Revered House, I think, and Nye—who, though then a young man, had already gained considerable reputation as a speaker—was invited, and selected to reply to a host following Edward Everett. Webster was then at the height of his fame, as Everett was, and idolized by the Hub, which was proud to name him the god like Daniel. The gentlemen having charge of the dinner were deeply impressed with their responsibility. They were extremely anxious that everything should go smoothly, and spared no pain to discharge their duty to the fullest. Having heard, after Nye's appointment, that he sometimes drank too much, they became solicitous about his condition, and the afternoon of the evening of the dinner two of them called at his hotel to look after his condition. They learned that he was in his room, and, going up, they found, to their horror, that he was still in bed, recovering from a debauch of the previous night. Feeling that it would never answer to have Nye appear, still half tipay, in that august assembly, and trembling at the narrow escape they had made, they tried to persuade him not to keep his engagement. They said they thought the affair wouldn't be very pleasant anyhow, and they had nearly decided to stay away themselves. Nye, who had risen, and was dressing, told them—seeing their object—that they needn't be afraid of him. "Let me assure you, gentlemen, that I never get drunk above my ears. I'll take a bath and a drink, and be all right. I intend to go..." can help being a great city. I stand upon the not feel knocked the riddles of here below there! Hermonger's cart, face and hovel distance, to the monastery and begin yonder, much city faintly rises. Every street is crushed and roar of London of the world. No change in State its echoes with No misfortune the world's end, the streets below wood or fire, but our feet. No ship best seas, but the plunging waters might falls on the men in Europe, the cry of disgust the granite hearts!—Church Biters Get Bit. street was greatly the report that the had been defrauded skilful forger. On for the above have been drawn Insurance Company, was presented and Banking Asked yesterday. It a forgery. Mr. incident of the New Company, makes out of the facts: while balancing the Trust Company, two checks "bear one for $150,000,000, drawn by the Finance Company on company. Upon exor $64,000, it was surgery. The effekt Company were immediately, and it was presented to month, and he, supply regular cardiologist had accompanied himself. istance of the Hon. Mancini, who was not that time a Cabinet Minister. She, with the consent of her husband, thought good to recur on this occasion also to the above-named illustrious lawyer. But he replied to her that, being a Minister he could not occupy himself with private affairs; that he had no difficulty however in using his good offices as Minister should the Signora G. L. apply to him for an act of justice, and that he was ready to have an interview with the legal advisers of the Cardinal's heirs—as a friend, it is to be understood—for the purpose of coming to an agreement, if possible—a course all the more desirable, as the matter to be treated is one of the most delicate nature. The interview, however, has never taken place, because, as we are assured, the advocates of the Antonelli family have not seen the necessity for it." Commenting on the above correspondent of the Standard at Rome says: "I do not imagine that the affair will be allowed to come before the Courts, despite the game of brag in which the parties seem to be at present engaged. The truth is, as I am informed, that the late Cardinal left a daughter by a certain Countesse, the lady referred to by the writer in the Liberto; and that, inasmuch as the law here awards a maintenance to such a child, such a maintenance is now demanded from the heirs to the late prelate's wealth. The sum that could be demanded on such a claim could be but a very insignificant one, it would be thought, to the inheritors of such a fortune. But it may be that the heirs in question are justified in thinking that in any case their allowing such a matter to be brought before the public tribunals cannot in any degree damage the reputation which their brother has left behind him." Frightened. Mrs. Helen Hunt, in "A Colorado Road," one of her sketches in the Atlantic Monthly, tells how she was amused by the actions of a dog that had never seen a woman. A half mile farther on we came upon the camp of the men who were building the road. "Camp" is an elastic word. In this case it meant merely a small pine grove, two big fires, and some piles of blankets. Here the road ceased. As we halted, three dogs came bounding towards us, barking most furiously. One of them stopped suddenly, put her tail between her legs, and with a pitiful yelp of terror turned and fled. I walked slowly after her; she would look back over her shoulder, turn, make one or two lunges at me, barking shrilly, then with the same yelp of terror run swiftly away; at last she grew brave enough to keep her face towards me, but continually backed away, alternating her bark of defiance with her yelp of terror in a way which was irresistibly ludicrous. We were utterly perplexed by her behavior until her master, as soon as he could speak for laughing, explained it. "Yer see, that 'ere dog's never seen a woman afore! She was reared in the woods, an' I hain't never took her nowheres, an' that's jest the fact on't; she dunn what to make of a woman." It grew droller and droller. The other dogs were our good friends at once, leaped about us, snuffed us, and licked our hands as we spoke to them. Poor Bowser hung from a debauch of previous night. Feeling that it would never answer to have Nye appear, still half tipay, in that august assembly, and trembling at the narrow escape they had made, they tried to persuade him not to keep his engagement. They said they thought the affair wouldn't be very pleasant anyhow, and they had nearly decided to stay away themselves. Nye, who had risen, and was dressing, told them—seeing their object—that they needn't be afraid of him. "Let me assure you, gentlemen, that I never get drunk above my ears. I'll take a bath and a drink, and be all right. I intend to go to the Webster dinner and reply to that toast." Unable to dissuade him, they determined to stay with him so as to prevent him from another excess. They waited until he had bathed, dressed, and swallowed a glass of brandy; then they proposed that they should take the air. He graciously consented, and was walked through the streets for an hour between his guardians, holding each arm and steadying his pace. They finally accompanied him to the Revere, and consigned him to another of the committee while they slipped off to dress. The dinner began. The most distinguished Bostonians were present, and Nye, looking a little disordered, sat near the much honored guest. In due time the toasts were introduced. Everit responded in the cold, exact, polished, artificial manner for which he was remarkable,and which the Bay State so greedy admired. Then it was Nye's turn. He rose somewhat unsteady; the eyes of the members of the committee fixed anxiously upon him; lest he should disgrace them; the occasion,the State and the immortal Webster himself. He had some trouble at first in arranging his thoughts,and his words halted for a while. But very soon he warmed to his subject,and the natural eloquence of the man flowed forth. He ap-srophized Webster in some noble and striking passages,and then drew from his waistcoat pocket a silver half dollar,saying: "I trust I shall be parodoned for referring to an incident of which I am sure our distinguished guest has no recollection,but which I shall remember to my dying day. This coin he gave me for some trifling service when I was a small boy. I recall the circumstance as if it were yesterday. It was an era in my life.My heart swelled with pride and joy that I had a personal moment of the greatest man of his time.I have kept the coin ever since and treasured it most sacredly.I resolved never to part with it,and have kept my resolve.I have been hungry and cold more than once since that day.This little coin would have given me food and shelter,但 I would not spend it.When I felt in my pocket;when I pressed it with my fingers;when I remembered the eminent man who had given it to me;when I thought of his shining face,his deep,tusorous eyes.I was no longer hungry and cold;the force and magnetism of the mighty Webster were communicated through his little gift,and poor and insignificant as I was I ceased to feel my vulgar needs.His memory came back to me like a glorious presence,and in its light I stood exalted,iidealized，transmuted to myself.Such is the effect of a great soul and overmatter genius." of the facts: while balancing the Trust Company, two checks "bear one for $150,000, 100, drawn by the Justice Company on company. Upon exorcism $64,000, it was surgery. The officiant Company were immediately, and it was presented to month, and he, supply regular, certifier had accompanied himself well, a broker of chased $40,000 in obtaining the treasury as will fall upon many, the officers of President Franklin $4,000 good. The engaged in work on appears in the public are causing our check, gold, on the Bank led by the bank, stopped on account. The shock of a railroad disaster, like that of Ashtabula, upon the nervous system of a survivor, must be something terrible. A glimpse of its effects is seen in the case of conductor Henn, who was in charge of the train which went through the bridge, and who went on duty again for the first time last week. A passenger who was on his train when he went over the new bridge for the first time, told a Toledo Commercial reporter that he noticed that as the train neared the bridge Henn seemed very much agitated. The horrors of that awful night of terrors seemed to come over him so completely that the great drops of perspiration rolled down his face, and he grasped the seat nervously for support. When the train passed off the bridge on to terra Arma he exclaimed, "Thank God, I'm over, and now I'm not afraid to go over it a thousand times." Queen Fish—We were shown a day or two ago, by Professor Dewes, two small fish of the perch species. He informs us that they were sent to one of the teachers in the public school by a gentleman in Montgomery, Alabama. These fish were caught, or we should say dug, from a field near Montgomery. The field was originally a fish-pond. The water having been drained off, the place is now in cultivation. By digging about a foot below the surface, these fish are found imbedded in the mud. They were alive when taken out, and resemble what is commonly known as the "yellow-bellied" perch. They are, no doubt, blind, as their eyes were perfectly white, having no pupil or transparent appearance. Columbus (Ga.) Inquirer. A contemptuous stream: the River Po.