anaheim-gazette 1880-11-20

ANAHEIM GAZETTE RICHARD MELROSE. Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. In Loneliness. My soul is like some vailled sun, Who looks from out her convent bars, All day upon a shrouded sun— All night upon the stars. And stretches forth her trembling hands, And moans the words she dare not say, While hot tears stain the linen bands That fold her heart away. And when the swing of mournful bell Glooms shadows on her clouded hair. Goes forth a sensor from her gell, And tunes her lips to prayer. At Oh, my soul has not the task That bids me for awhile forget— The wind hoards up the prayers I ask And turns them to regret. All day I look beyond my life, And think the night will light my years— When comes the night, with memory rife, I blot it out with tears. O heggt! thou art so dead, so dead! No need to bind those in with bars— O love! dead love! thy quiet bed is up among the stars. Home Journal Harper's "Drawer" at Oberammergau. Some managed to get to the Oberammergau Play. Some did not. The Drawer did. Taking a fearfully and wonderfully made trap at Murnau, the railway terminus, we were rolled over a well-made road some fourteen miles, until we reached Unterammergau, a small village some three miles this side of Oberammergau. While stopping to water the horses, a portly person emerged from a little wayside inn, and asked if we were going to Gaze's Hotel, and had rooms engaged. If these had not been previously secured, it was useless to go on, as not a room or cot was to be had for any outlay of affection or ready cash. The portly person added that there were eight beds disengaged in his house, which was a branch of Gaze's. The Drawer took one, but determined to go on to Oberammergau. How it Came Back to Her. BY L. A. CHURCHILL. It was very hot outside and hotter still in the kitchen where Barbara was ironing. There was a roaring fire in the stove; and the windows were closed, for the air, warm as it was, would cool the irons. With finished cheeks and moist forehead, Barbara worked on, smoothing ruffles, polishing cuffs and collars, and rubbing away on sundry garments, till not a wrinkle could be seen upon them. It was not agreeable work, to be ironing with the mercury at 90 degrees above zero in the shade; but Barbara was not in a mood to be cast down by trifles. She remembered that many of these articles of apparel were soon to be worn up among the White Mountains. Yes, among the dear, grand, old delightful hills, of which New Englanders are so proud. She had thought so much about this trip! She had wished and expected to take it the summer before, but her mother had been taken sick; and as the Elwells only kept female help when the spring house-cleaning and haying were in progress, she had been obliged to give it up. But she was glad now that she did, for she was going then with an old saint, who was one of those nervous people, who often have the term fussy applied to them; and who labored under the impression that nineteen-year-old Barbara was still a child, and needed "seeing to," and her anxiety that the seeing to should be properly done, rendered herself anything but an agreeable companion for her niece. But as there seemed to be no one else for Barbara to go with, she had decided to accept her aunt's invitation to accompany her; but determined to get out of that lady's society as often as possible when the journey was accomplished. But now her companion was to be May Merrill, the dearest, merriest school-mate she had ever had; and then Fred Burton was going to the mountains in a week or two to sketch. Fred Burton was a handsome young artist, the son of Esquire Burton, the richest man in the village, two miles beyond Barbara Elwell's home. Bumor called him a reckless young fellow; and asserted that in the three years he had spent in Paris for the purpose of studying art, he had studied also how to make money at the Not so bad as little Andrews of motherless," replied "But what is a questioned self, how has case growing wilt?" "She is young whispers back onto one another's burdens law of Christ," ment I give unto another as I have Himself for you; or few weeks' pleasure. Barbara went into tea, but it didn't place it had two heart had been a was anxious and battle within her nothing to any sought her room and the first word were, "If any zen him ask of God." Laying aside down and told her remained some time when she arose, he to send Mrs. Antoinis instead of it. The next morning were washed and beds made, she owed She found her frightening touches made on purpose posed expedition bright and happy. "Good morning to see you," was received. "Was I loop this over ought to have cooled sooner. Fred out." "Good morning bara." "Slip you and I'll loop in long." When she was her friend, she said calmly a choking voice: "May, I want." "A dozen, if loved," replied Miss tie-back a little in front. That's what the favorite wants and wishes. "Well, May," propose— Dangers of the Sea. The difference between handling a ship so that she escapes a danger and in a well-made road some fourteen miles, until we reached Unterammergan, a small village some three miles this side of Oberammergan. While stopping to water the horses, a portly person emerged from a little wayside inn, and asked if we were going to Gaze's Hotel, and had rooms engaged. If these had not been previously secured, it was useless to go on, as not a room or cot was to be had for any outlay of affection or ready cash. The portly person added that there were eight beds disengaged in his house, which was a branch of Gaze's. The Drawer took one, but determined to go on to Oberammergan, and obtain, if possible, a reserved seat for the play. "No use," said the portly person, "all taken two weeks ago." "I'll try," meekly responded the Drawer. "Well, wait a moment," said he, in very imperfect English, "and you can ride with me, as I have to go up to get two places that have been reserved for Prince W——, who is in the house. We were soon en route. The seat question was now the problem, its solution important. The Drawer was slightly perplexed, but soon soared to the occasion. Taking from his pocket, a certain official letter of introduction, he showed it to the portly afore-said, and explained to him that it was a document of very many horse power. The Drawer supplemented this brief oration with the frank and truly American proposition, "If you get a good seat for me, I'll give you half a sovereign." This was an unusual incentive. We reached Oberammergan, and drove to the residence of the burgomaster. While waiting to be ushered into his office the Drawer asked his guide, philosopher and friend, in a casual indifferent tone, "By the way, do you happen to know if the Elector of Hesse-Cassel has been here, or the Elector of Brandenburg?" "No, sir." "Ahl I'm very sorry; should so like to have met them." "I'll ask," said he. "Oh, no matter; don't trouble yourself," replied the Drawer, and added, sotto voce, "By the way, when we go in to the burgomaster's you may say to him that I am one of the Electors of New York, traveling privately, and that I would feel greatly obliged if he could give me a good seat." It took. The Drawer was formally and gravely introduced as one of the Electors of New York. The good burgomaster had but eight seats left, which he had reserved for persons of distinction. One was handed politely to the Drawer. The Drawer paid the usual price for the same, executed a graceful obeisance, and emanated from the presence. Next morning at eight o'clock, when the booming of a cannon announced the commencement of the performance, the drawer found himself in one of the very best places in the auditorium, and seated next the Prince. It's something to be an Elector of New York.—Ediron's Drawer, in Harper's Magazine. Dangers of the Sea. The difference between handling a ship so that she escapes a danger and in a well-made road some fourteen miles, until we reached Unterammergan, a small village some three miles this side of Oberammergan. While stopping to water the horses, a portly person emerged from a little wayside inn, and asked if we were going to Gaze's Hotel, and had rooms engaged. If these had not been previously secured, it was useless to go on, as not a room or cot was to be had for any outlay of affection or ready cash. The portly person added that there were eight beds disengaged in his house, which was a branch of Gaze's. The Drawer took one, but determined to go on to Oberammergan, and obtain, if possible, a reserved seat for the play. "No use," said the portly person, "all taken two weeks ago." "I'll try," meekly responded the Drawer. "Well, wait a moment," said he, in very imperfect English, "and you can ride with me, as I have to go up to get two places that have been reserved for Prince W——, who is in the house. We were soon en route. The seat question was now the problem, its solution important. The Drawer was slightly perplexed, but soon soared to the occasion. Taking from his pocket, a certain official letter of introduction, he showed it to the portly afore-said, and explained to him that it was a document of very many horse power. The Drawer supplemented this brief oration with the frank and truly American proposition, "If you get a good seat for me, I'll give you half a sovereign." This was an unusual incentive. We reached Oberammergan, and drove to the residence of the burgomaster. While waiting to be ushered into his office the Drawer asked his guide, philosopher and friend, in a casual indifferent tone, "By the way, do you happen to know if the Elector of Hesse-Cassel has been here, or the Elector of Brandenburg?" "No, sir." "Ahl I'm very sorry; should so like to have met them." "I'll ask," said he. "Oh, no matter; don't trouble yourself," replied the Drawer, and added, sotto voce, "By the way, when we go in to the burgomaster's you may say to him that I am one of the Electors of New York, traveling privately, and that I would feel greatly obliged if he could give me a good seat." It took. The Drawer was formally and gravelly introduced as one of the Electors of New York. The good burgomaster had but eight seats left, which he had reserved for persons of distinction. One was handed politely to the Drawer. The Drawer paid the usual price for the same, executed a graceful obeisance, and emanated from the presence. Next morning at eight o'clock, when the booming of a cannon announced the commencement of the performance, the drawer found himself in one of the very best places in the auditorium, and seated next the Prince. It's something to be an Elector of New York.—Ediron's Drawer, in Harper's Magazine. Dangers of the Sea. The difference between handling a ship so that she escapes a danger and in a well-made road some fourteen miles, until we reached Unterammergan, a small village some three miles this side of Oberammergan. While stopping to water the horses, a portly person added that there were eight beds disengaged in his house, which was a branch of Gaze's. The Drawer took one, but determined to go on to Oberammergan, and obtain, if possible, a reserved seat for the play. "No use," said the portily person, "all taken two weeks ago." "I'll try," meekly responded the Drawer. "Well, wait a moment," said he, in very imperfect English, "and you can ride with me, as I have to go up to get two places that have been reserved for Prince W——，who is in the house. We were soon en route. The seat question was now the problem, its solution important. The Drawer was slightly perplexed but soon soared to the occasion. Taking from his pocket,a certain official letter of introduction he showed it to the portily afore-said,and explained to him that it was a document of very many horse power.The Drawer supplemented this brief oration with the frank and truly American proposition," "If you get a good seat for me,i'll give you half a sovereign."This was an unusual incentive.Were reached Oberammergan,and drovetotheresidenceoftheburgomasterWhilewaitingtobeusheredintohisofficeTheDraweraskedhiguidepurposeinthiscauseinthisdistance.Nextmorningat eighto'clockwhentheboomingofacannonannouncedthecommencementoftheperformance,thedrawerfoundhimselfinoneoftheverybestplacesintheauditorium,andseatednextthePrinceIt'ssomethingtobeanElectorofNewYork.Ediron'sDrawer,harper'sMagazine. Dangers of the Sea. The difference between handling a ship so that she escapes a danger and in a well-made road some fourteen miles，until we reached Unterammergan,a small village some three miles this side of Oberammergan.Andobegintheresponsibilitypoint,andWhatdoyouneedThenBarbaravisittoherhomepoorhealth,poorpurerair,andstruggleandMay'shearttemperwassumsknowledgethatAndsoitwouldcallonMrs.Anwainneedowhoundhanded,somethingofsaryinthissoftly,"thatBearforHisssuitedWell,thekissedeachotherforhome. As May watchstreet,shesaidingtone:"IbelieveIcouldThesummeranother,andwereperformedthefalltofimmer didtheregressRatherwashedhadbeengiven Dangers of the Sea. The difference between handling a ship so that she escapes a danger and in a way to plunge her headlong upon it was doubly illustrated on her last passage by the Algeria, which has just arrived in New York from Liverpool. On her sixth day out the Algeria found herself in a heavy fog on the banks of Newfoundland. The ship was feeling her way cautiously along, all eyes and ears, so to say, when from over the port bow there sounded a fox beil. It seemed some distance off; but Capt. Gill, swift as light, ordered a reversal of the engines. The sore flaw round, the great ship paused, slowly backed and none too soon. In a trice there loomed up through the fog a huge three-masted schooner rushing forward under full sail. Had the course of the Algeria been kept, had she failed to retreat at the moment she did, a collision would have been inevitable. The schooner flew on her way straight across the foaming wake of the steamship, and a terrible calamity that might have cost hundreds of lives was happily averted. Very nearly the same thing happened again on the same evening, the dangerous craft that approached the Algeria in this instance being another large steamer. This time the stranger was not seen through the Jense mist, but the voices of passons on her decks were heard with startling distinctness, and the escape was apparently as narrow as in the case of the schooner. Eternal vigilance is as clearly the price of safety at sea as it is of liberty everywhere. — New York Evening Post. A correspondent wishes to know our opinion of "Touch the Harp Gently." It is first-class. Any song calculated to make people touch a harp gently ought to be encouraged. Of course, one that would induce them to leave it alone entirely, would be preferable; but, an Benjamin Franklin said, any move in the right direction beats standing still. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self, glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self, glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self, glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self, glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self, glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self, glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell, when the fit was over. And Mrs. Andrews leaned back in he chair nearly exhausted. "You ought to go somewhere for your health this summer." "Yes, I know it," said Mrs. Andrews, faintly; "but I cannot afford it. Our crops were poor last year, and we had a hard time to get through the winter. John scarcely had money enough to get the children clothes, decent to wear to school this term. This weather has taken away what little strength I had. I have been losing for the mountain air. I lived among the hills when I was a child, and it seems to me my poor luage would stop aching and grow strong again if I could fill them with the kind of air I got then. But it's no use talking about it." And the poor woman sighed as she changed the subject. Long after their visitor had left Barbarn sit silently looking out of the window, taking no head of her mother's conversation. The troublesome question, "Ought I go to the mountains, and let this woman stay at home?" had come to her mind, and she could find no satisfactory answer. "How should you think of staying at home for her sake," whispered self. "Here I have been going without everything I possibly could for the past three years in order to take this trip; and to give it up would be too silly to be thought of." If any man would be my disciple, let him desy himself and take up his cross and follow me," whispered conscience. "Then there are May and Fred; it would be too bad to disappoint them," plained self，glad of so wily an argument. It was said this woman had consumption. A neglected cold had certainly left her very miserable; and when Barbara entered the room she could only nod to her by way of greeting, so violent was the fit of coughing that came on at that moment. "I see your cough doesn't seem to leave you," said Mrs. Elwell，when the fit was over. 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"But what is she to me, anyway?" questioned self, half-petulantly, seeing the case growing weaker on its side. "She is your sister in Christ," whispers back conscience. "'Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.' 'A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another as I have loved you.' He gave Himself for you; can you not give up a few weeks' pleasure for her?" Barbara went into the kitchen to get tea, but it didn't seem like the same place it had two hours before. Her heart had been at rest then; now it was anxious and troubled. Still the battle within her went on; but she said nothing to any one; but when she sought her room she opened her Bible, and the first words her eyes fell on were, "If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God." Laying aside the book, she knelt down and told her story to Jesus. She remained some time on her knees, and when she arose, her mind was made up to send Mrs. Andrews to the mountains, instead of going herself. The next morning after the dishes were washed and put away, and the beds made, she called on May Merrill. She found her friend putting the finishing touches into a suit she had made on purpose to wear on their proposed expedition, and looking very bright and happy. "Good morning, Barby; proper glad to see you," was the salutation Barbara received. "Was just waiting some one to loop this overskirt for me. You ought to have come a minute or two sooner. Fred Burton has just gone out." "Good morning; May," replied Barbara. "Slip your overskirt right on, and I'll loop it now. I can't stop long." When she was on her knees behind her friend, she said, keeping with difficulty a choking sound out of her voice: "May, I want you to do me a favor." "A dozen, if you say so, my beloved," replied May. Please draw that tie-back a little tighter; I look baggy in front. That's better. Now tell me what the favor is. Make all your wants and wishes known." "Well, May," began Barbara, "I propose—" I should become a better man. I resolved then to be all you would have me, but tried without asking help from heaven and, as you know, failed. "Just a year ago to-day I called, in the morning, on May Merrill. When I had finished my short visit, and was going out by the front way, I spied some roses blossoming near the sitting-room window; and knowing May would be willing, went near to pick some to take to a friend of mine. As I stood there gathering the flowers and removing the thorns from their stems, the person for whom I had intended the bouquet came into the sitting-room, having entered the house by the back door. I had no thoughts of eavesdropping; but soon became so interested in what May and her friend were saying that I forgot to think whether I was doing so or not. May had been telling me how Barbara had for two or three years been saving as much of the money you gave her for clothes as possible, in order that she might spend a few weeks at the White Mountains. She could not, I knew, be well spared to go away from home to earn money, as the housework here would be too heavy for you, Mrs. Elwell, and servants are too expensive for your husband. May told me how much delight the thought of this mountain trip had given your daughter; and how much enjoyment she expected to derive from it. "Standing there beneath the window, I heard Barbara propose to give up the longed-for pleasure, that another might be benefited by the money which would have purchased it for her." "She didn't tell her mother or me for a long time what she'd been up to," said Mr. Elwell, blowing his nose very hard; "and I s'pose she never would if we hadn't pumped her so hard to find out what changed her mind about going. If I'd known in time, she should have gone if it had taken the last cow on the place. I suppose she knew how hard I was working to pay for the land I bought of Clark." "Friends," Fred continued, "as I stood there listening to the words spoken by a brave, kind woman. I felt my unworthiness as I had never done before; and blushed to think I had dared to ask for this noble girl for my wife. "I went home a very humble man; and seeking my room, prayed as one does when he has lost all faith in him- Oak Hill Cemetery, and improved it at a total expense of $120,000. Mr. Corran's entire family consists of three grandchildren, through his daughter Louise, and three nieces and nephews. I have now, at the close of the rich man's letter, got to the point I started to make originally—namely, that a rich man's life is not a happy one. Mr. Corranan's is a case in point. He is now very old and feeble, and unable to attend to his own business. One would think that he had done enough to earn immunity from personal solicitation. Yet the poor man is worried nearly to death. His confidential business man does much to keep the great philanthropist from personal worry and trouble." — Washington Corr. Philadelphia Times. Another Theory Hustled. A widow who was going to leave the city held an auction of her household effects yesterday, and everything went at prompt sale until little but the bedsteal was left. Just before this was put up some of the women went to spy around, and discovered that it was infested by bed-bugs. This fact was noised around until it came to the ear of the auctioneer, who mounted his box and said: "Words cannot express the poignancy of my sorrow over the base canard which has been put in circulation in this crowd. I have sold goods in this town for twenty-nine long years, and this is the first instance in which bugs have been permitted to step between me and the purchasing public. Ladies and gentleman, if there is a bug in or about that bedstead I want to see him. I cannot and will not believe there is. It would be a slander—a most foul slauder on the character of this worthy widow, who is about to remove to the State of Ohio." Being invited to step down and view the bugs for himself he made an inspection. They were there. They were galloping in and out and up and down, and it was no use to dispute the fact. "Ladies and gentlemen," said the auctioneer, as he resumed his post: "I found bugs; I don't exactly remember the Latin name for them, but they are there. And now let me talk to you as a friend. Bedbugs were not made for gaudy show, nor were they made for a life of ease; it is a law of nature that they should inhabit bedsteads; they The burial of Ole Bull took place Aug. 24, from his residence on Lysoen, the "Isle of Light," a rock in the inlet of the Bergentjord, rising a hundred feet above the sea, and covered with dense woods of spruce, fir and birch. Early in the morning the coffin was brought down from the house, on board the steamer Kong Sverre, and when the Kong Sverre turned round the young son, the two miles. Builing fell three for the stud at the thoroughly uneased Elwell; our story, ever, and daughthome means a believed would to the considered But he's lover, has laid so. But he saw brought voice; and iming to am satind youwn, I will seeking soror, and other heart to begin the months again added. He fellow at not unty behind a lover, tonged to father with a faith last, and him she of himy, as she thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighwith her consumpt certainly and when could be thought up among May Merriest and then mountain was air; with the day; and her a bath, down to a neighbor with her "Slip your overskirt right on, and I'll loop it now. I can't stop long." When she was on her knees behind her friend, she said, keeping with difficulty a choking sound out of her voice: "May, I want you to do me a favor." "A dozen, if you say so, my beloved," replied May. Please draw that tie-back a little tighter; I look baggy in front. That's better. Now tell me what the favor is. Make all your wants and wishes known." "Well, May," began Barbara, "I propose—" "It isn't proper to kneel behind one to propose," interrupted May. "Do be serious, May, said Barbara," for this is something I'm really in earnest about." "I'm as sober as a graveyard. Do go ahead." "Well, I want you to take Mrs. Andrews to the mountains with you instead of me. I will furnish the money." "Barbara Elwell!" cried May, in a tone suggestive of a score of exclamation points, and turning short about, "What do you mean?" "Mean what I say, dear," replied Barbara. "Please turn around. You spoilt a lovely loop I was making by moving so quickly. "No, ma'am, I shan't turn around; I mean to face the music, if it does sound dirge-like, and I felt like spoiling something. How long since you lost your senses, madam?" Then Barbara told of Mrs. Andrews' visit to her home; of her—Mrs. A's poor health, poverty, and longing for purer air, and of her own—Barbara's struggle and resolution. May's heart was as kind as her temper was sunny, and she could but acknowledge that her friend was right. And so it was decided that May should call on Mrs. Andrews and tell her she was in need of a lady companion, whose expenses she should expect to pay, to accompany her to the mountains, and that as her—Mrs. A.'s sister was with her, she—May thought perhaps Mrs. A. would go. Both know that if Mrs. Andrews was made aware of Barbara's sacrifice, she would refuse to become the recipient of the favor offered her. "I shall feel like a hypocrite playing Lady Bountiful with your money, Barby," said May. "I know how you hate anything underhanded," replied Brrbara; "but something of that kind seems necessary in this case; and," she added, softly, "that will be a little cross to bear for His sake." "Well, they had a little cry and kissed each other, and Barbara started for home. As May watched her going down the street, she said to herself in an admiring tone: "Dear old Barby! I don't believe I could have done it." The summer days went on one after another, and with a stout heart Barbara performed the tasks which generally fall to Samara' daughters. Never once did she regret what she had done. Rather was she thankful that strength had been given her to do the right out what changed her mind about going. If I'd known in time, she should have gone if it had taken the last cow on the place. I suppose she knew how hard I was working to pay for the land I bought of Clark." "Friends," Fred continued, "as I stood there listening to the words spoken by a brave, kind woman. I felt my unworthiness as I had never done before; and blushed to think I had dared to ask for this noble girl for my wife. "I went home a very humble man; and seeking my room, prayed as one does when he has lost all faith in himself, and feels that only God can take away the degradation that has grown so lothsome to him, and breathe into his soul the breath of a pure life. From that day I have drank no wine, sat at no gaming-table; but with God's strength for my weapon,and his loving kindness for my encouragement,have fought a good fight,and through Him I believe the victory will be mine. I may never be worthy of Barbara,但 if you will trust her to the man whom she has done so much to save,I would like her for my wife." "Need we say what answer Fred received? "The days were not many before my bread cast upon the water came back to me," said Barbara, when she and Fred were alone. Drawing the womanly head down to his shoulder,Fred questioned: "Do you think three hundred and sixty-five many,my darling?" —Goday's Magazine. Rich Men's Gifts. I had occasion the other day to find out something about certain rich men,and so I went to the Congressional library.I wanted to find out how much these men had given away in benefactions.I looked up Stephen Girard first.I found that, according to Parrton," although he could sometimes atthe part of a benefactor to a community.it is said he never had a friend.He died without issue in 1831，leaving property valued at about $9,000,000,and directed that $2,000,000 should be applied to found a college for orphan boys,thewis commenced in 1833and opened in 1848." So Girard did not seem to have been a happy man.John Jacob Astor died in 1848,his property being estimated at not less than $20,-000,000.Fitz Green Halleck,the poet,hwas his private secretary,and it is thought that he induced Astor to give $400,000to found the Astor Library.The son.Wm.B.Astor,subsequently gave a like sum to the library.Mr James Lick,a Pennsylvanian who made a big fortune in Californiaand died there.left about $2,000,000in benefactions.Nearly a million was given to erect an observatory in Californiaand purchasea telescope,and halfa million for the encouragement of mechanic arts in San Francisco.He gave also $60,000to erecta monument overthe grave of Key,the author of the "Star Spangled Banner."George Peabody gave $1,500,000for lodging houses forthe working classes in London:$1,000,-000for an institution of learning in Baltimore:$150,000for a museum in Being invited to step down and view the bugs for himself he made an inspection. They were there. They were galloping in and out up和down,and it was no use to dispute the fact. "Ladies and gentlemen," said the auctioneer.as he resumed his post:"I found bugs;I don't exactly rememberthe Latin name for them,but they are there.And now let me talk to you asa friend.Bedbugs were not made for gaudy show,nor were they made fora life of ease;it is a law of nature that they should inhabit bedsteads;they can no more go out under the barnand makea living thana dog can become an eagleand float through space.The aversion among you to this insect is founded on false principles.His bite scarcely irritatesthe sleeper,但它 cleansesand purifiesthe blood。但for the bedbugs of this countrywe should all have boilsand carbuncles.The keep down warts；they cause moles to disappear.Give thema chanceand they would remove cornswithout pain.The great—" "Fifty cents!" called an old womanwho remembered that she had a remedyat home. "Fifty cents!I am offered fiftycents for$10 bedstead,and as I was goingto say,the great Napoleon always askedfor a bed with bugs is it.I am offered fiftycents,and yet Cossar had his bugs.I am—" "One dollar." "I am offered one dollar,and yetthe poets of Greece imortalizedthe insectsbeforeyou.Thewidow tellsme thatshe has not had an ache ora painsincethe first bugmade his appearance.How manyof you have readwhatHomer wroteof them?Whatwasthe fountainof Mozart'stwelfth mass?And yetI—" "Two dollars." "And yetI hear only two dolls!Do you have headache?Are youafflictedwith giddiness?Do you have roaringin the ears?" "Three dollars!" "My friends,Let me go homeandgetmy copyofParadise Lostandreadtoyouoneshortchapter.WhatdidMilton—" "Four dollars!" "Ah!I beginto see that artand culturearenotunknowntothe audience.DidAlexandertheGreathaveboils?Never.notone!Andwhy?" "五 dollars!" "I am bid five dollars.I wouldliketo quote one versefroma well-knownLatinpoet,buttimepressesandthisbedateadisallowedsoldforfivedollars,cashonthenail.Iwillnowdirectyourculturedattentiontothatcookstovewithacrackedoven."—Detroit Press. Ole Bull. The burial of Ole Bull took placeAug. 24,从his residence on Lysoen,the "Isle of Light,"a rock in the inletofthe Bergenfjord,risinga hundredfeet abovethesea,andcoveredwithdensewoodsofspruce,firandbirch.Earlyinthemorningthecoffinwasbroughtdownfromthehouse.onboardthesteamerKongSverre,andwhentheKongSverreturnedroundthe Well, they had a little cry and kissed each other, and Barbara started for home. As May watched her going down the street, she said to herself in an admiring tone: "Dear Barby! I don't believe I could have done it." The summer days went on one after another, and with a stout heart Barbara performed the tasks which generally fall to her daughters. Never once did she regret what she had done. Rather was she thankful that strength had been given her to do the right thing. Saturday evening was the happiest time of all the week to her, for then she always received a long letter from May, telling her how strong Mrs. Andrews was growing; how the color was coming back to her face, and her cough becoming less troublesome every day. Of the lovely sketches made by Fred Burton, and the beautiful views, exhibiting walks, and all the many things enjoyed by the writer. If these letters, seeming to bring with them something of the breath of the hills from which they came, sometimes made her for a little time discontented, she shocked the feeling off, saying: "A gift which is not cheerfully given is only half given." With the first red leaves came her friends. The autumn alight quietly away, and things settled down for the winter. Fred Burton only remained a day or two at home after his return from the mountains, and then went to New York, and by and by it began to be said that the young man had signed the pledge, and was working away diligently at his painting. He sometimes wrote to Barbara—free, frank letters, telling her of his work and plans, but never tracing one word of love. Letters which did the receiver more good than all the temperance lessons he had ever heard, did Barbara send as answers to Fred's epistles. Reading much more in his letters than his pen had written, she knew he was struggling bravely with his weaknesses, and had full faith that he would be the victor. When the winter had glided by, and spring had given place to summer, Fred Burton just arrived from New York, called one day on the Elwella Sitting in the shady old porch with father, mother and daughter, he said: "Mr. Elwell, two years ago you very wisely denied me the privilege of addressing your daughter as a sailor until gave a like sum to the library. Mr. James Lick, a Pennsylvaniaian, who made a big fortune in California and died there, left about $2,000,000 in benefactions. Nearly a million was given to erect an observatory in California and purchase a telescope, and half a million for the encouragement of mechanic arts in San Francisco. He gave also $60,000 to erect a monument over the grave of Key, the author of the "Star Spangled Banner." George Peabody gave $1,500,000 for lodging houses for the working classes in London; $1,000,-000 for an institution of learning in Baltimore; $150,000 for a museum in Harvard College, and $2,000,000 for common schools in the Southern States. Nearly all of these amounts were given in wills, and made available after death of the testator when he could no longer use the money. But it takes a brave man to give away the bulk of his fortune while alive and in the enjoyment of good health. Ezra B. Cornell founded the Cornell University with I don't know how much money, certainly a large amount, believing no doubt, that he would always be rich. Reverses came, and he is now a poor man. Suppose that he had put it in his will, where would Cornell University be today? Jay Cooke made some heavy benefactions, and gave away hundreds of thousands of dollars. Reverence overtook him and he became poor. But the greatest American philanthropist that ever lived, excepting Geo. Peabody, is W. W. Corcoran, of this city, and it was about him that I started to write. He is now eighty-two years old, and during his life he has given away $3,000,000 in public benefactions and $1,000,000 in private charities, or about three-quarters of his entire fortune. I have seen the figures and know. The Concoran Gallery of Art, including the building and endowment, cost more than $1,000,000, and it is the pride of the city of Washington. There is nothing equal to it in the country. The Louise Home, for decayed gentlemen of the South, is a noble benefaction, and the building and grounds are a great ornament to the city and the admioration of strangers. More than $500,000 is represented here. To Columbia University Mr. Corcoran has given money, houses and lands amounting to $250,000. A hundred thousand was given to the Ascension Church. To the University of Virginia he has given hundreds of thousands of dollars, and to the city of Washington, in addition to his many other gifts, he gave Ole Bull. The burial of Ole Bull took place Aug. 24, from his residence on Lysoen, the "Isle of Light," a rock in the inlet of the Bergenjord, rising a hundred feet above the sea, and covered with dense woods of spruce, fir and birch. Early in the morning the coffin was brought down from the house, on board the steamer Kong Sverre, and when the Kong Sverre turned round the southern point of the island it was joined by fourteen other steamers, falling in line behind it. Thus the procession moved toward the city of Bergen at the head of the fjord, saluted from the fortress and the men-of-war in the harbor. From the wharf to the cemetery the coffin was carried through streets decorated with wreaths and flags and thronged by people clad in mourning. The crown of gold which the citizens of San Francisco presented to Ole Bull was carried behind the coffin by his most celebrated pupil, the composer Edward Grieg; his many decorations by his old friend, the famous physician Dr. Danielsen. At the grave, the poet, Bjornatjern Bjornson spoke, and in the whole country there was hardly a village in which the day was not so emnized in some way. Ambiguities.—We may excuse the foreigner if, in speaking our language he occasionally misapplies an ambiguous word; however oddly it may sound Dr. Chalmers once entertained a distinguished guest from Switzerland whom he asked if he would be helped to "hippered salmon." The foreign divine asked the meaning of the uncounted word "hippered," and was told that it meant "preserved." Soon after the Swizer made use of this newly acquired expression in a public prayer when he offered a petition that a distinguished divine might long be "hippered to the Free Church of Scotland." Here is another example a possible mini construction of language. "I fear," said a country curate to his flock "when I explained to you in my last charity sermon that philanthropy was the love of our species; you must have understood me to say 'specie' which may account for the smallness of the collection. You will prove be your present contribution that you are no longer laboring under the same mi take." Some Chinese Ladies. The present ruling house of China, if we estimate it in the way we estimate European royal families, is, as Charles Dickens observed, a "tremendous family to provide for," as it embraces the trifling number of some 40,000 souls. Of course, this is easily accounted for, if it be recollected that most Chinese emperors have wives by the score and consequently the number of aunts, uncles, cousins, and cousins ever so many times removed, owned by each emperor makes up a rather startling figure. But, of course, nobody could be expected to love 40,000 cousins; so by Chinese law (or custom) all claim on the Emperor's attention closes somewhere about the existing generation of first cousins. Still, as the odd 39,760 are undoubtedly of royal blood, a large proportion of them receive about a dollar a month from the public Treasury, and if within a certain degree of relationship are entitled to wear a yellow girdle. This, however, does not in the least interfere with their honestly earning their bread, and the messie in the British Legation at Peking in 1853 was a yellow-girdled "cousin," entitled, moreover, to wear I don't know what button on the top of his very dislipidated old hat. All members of this imperial clan, however, if they get very little in the way of pension, have one great advantage—they cannot be tried before an ordinary court. A special tribunal exists to try them, and it was stated, in a tolerably recent Peking Gazette, that its members got a terriblewigging for letting off some of the Emperor's relations for some offense they had committed. So much for royal cousins in China. But the ladies of the palace afford the most curious paradox to foreigners, who forget that the Chinese are not the only people who make a distinction between profession and practice. An ordinary Chinaman, in China proper, will tell you that women are decidedly inferior beings; and as to their having souls, pooh-poohs the soul outright. But if you remark that the whole government of the country has for the last eighteen years (with a short interval) been carried on by two ladies—the Emperor's mother and Empress Dowager, two of the cleverest women now alive in China or any other country—he calmly remarks that perhaps they are different from other folk; and he will not at all admit that the average Chinawoman... to step down and view himself he made an interview were there. They man and out and up and has no use to dispute the gentlemen," said the one resumed his post: "I don't exactly remember for them, but they are now let me talk to you as bugs were not made for or were they made for a law of nature that inhabit bedsteads; they out under the barn and than a dog can becomepeat through space. The bug you to this insect is the principles. His bite rates the sleoper, but it terrifies the blood. But of this country we have boils and carbuncles.own warts; they cause appear. Give them a why would remove corns The great—" "called an old woman and that she had a remedy ! I am offered fifty cents head, and as I was going at Napoleon always asked bugs in it. I am offered yet Caesar had his bugs. ed one dollar, and yet Greece imortalized the innun. The widow tells me that had an ache or a pain long made his appearance. You have read what Hochem? What was the Mozart's twelfth mass? hear only two dollars! headache? Are you middiness? Do you have tears?" let me go home and Paradise Lost and read part chapter. What did in to see that art and cul-unknown to the audience. In the Great have boils? And why?" live dollars. I would like horse from a well-known time presses and this old for five dollars, cash I will now direct your intention to that cookstove oven."—Detroit Press. Ole Bull. of Ole Bull took place his residence on Lysoen, night," a rock in the inlet afjord, rising a hundred sea, and covered with spruce, fir and birch. morning the coffin was from the house, on board Kong Sverre, and when verre turned round the who make a distinction between profession and practice. An ordinary China-man, in China proper, will tell you that women are decidedly inferior beings; and as to their having souls, pooh-poohs the soul outright. But if you remark that the whole government of the country has for the last eighteen years (with a short interval) been carried on by two ladies—the Emperor's mother and Empress Dowager, two of the cleverest women now alive in China or any other country—he calmly remarks that perhaps they are different from other folk; and he will not at all admit that the average Chinawoman can possibly possess brains or sense. It is of no use pointing out to him that Chinese history abounds with heroines, and that cases of female pluck, ability and virtue are constantly recorded in imperial documents even at the present day. He incontinently changes the subject—Temple Bar. Precious Manuscript. The manuscript of the Gospels of St. Matthew and St. Mark recently discovered by two German scholars in the palace of the Archbishop of Rossano, is made of purple parchment, and the material used throughout the writing is silver, except in the first three lines in each Gospel, where the letters are golden. There is only one other manuscript of this kind in existence containing any portion of the New Testament, and it is in a mutilated condition, four of its leaves being in London, six in Rome, two in Vienna, and thirty-three have been more recently discovered in the island of Patmos. The present volume, on the other hand, consists of one hundred and eighty-eight leaves, and contains the whole of the Gospel of St. Matthew, and the Gospel of St. Mark down to the middle of the fourteenth verse of the sixteenth chapter. All the criteria used in judging of manuscripts indicate the end of the fifth or beginning of the sixth century as the date of this. The manuscript is written in uncial characters, with two columns in each page. There is no separation of words, no breathing, no accent, and only the slightest attempt at punctuation. There are capitals double the size of the uncials, and the Ensebian canons may have been given, for it contains a portion of the letter of Ensebius to Carpianus and there is good reason for conjecturing that this was followed by a table of the Ensebian canons. 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