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The morning beams are gathering dew drops from the spray, And every leaf With a rupture like to grief Is a quiver with the kisses of the summer winds at play. Forth let us stray, dear, while ‘tis summer time: All the world is gay, dear, fit for love and rhyme. Sweetheart, come, let us wander; the paths; are blossom strewn; There are daisies for your tresses, there are pop- pies for your shoon. Lot; their beauty and their glee Make a tender thought for me Ere the summer day has floated to the golden gptw of noon. Why should we part, love? when true lovers wed Summer‘s in the heart, love, when their bloom is dead: —Sumuel Minturn Peek in Home Journal. THE BIMLEYS. I found myself, one September morning, standing by the shore of a beautiful little shoot of water among the Sussex hills, in the northern part of New Jersey, in usort of Rip Van Winklezstudy. The metamorphosis had been sudden and complete in my sur- roundings. An hour or two ago I had been in the whirl and bustle of active city life. Now I was in the midst of peace and quiet, among rural scenery that was restful to the eye. heart and brain. The sheet of water at whose edge I was standing mu dignified by the name of Lake Wannyandn—un Indian appellation, as I of- terward learned—and was a diminutive piece to bear the name of lake. But it was very beautiful, as I recall it,_,0ii that bright September morning, nestled among the tOWering hills and framed by the foliage of the trees, and with a margin of grdcrr formed by the low growing bushes and grasses. It was early in the day, and. the first rays of the sun had begun to look over , the rugged tops of the uneven ridge to the eastward, and with a blaze of glory they presently flooded the bosom of the crystal lake lying in peace before me. Rocks cropped out from the surface of the ground everywhere, and loose bowlders lay on the side of the precipitous hill whose feet were loved by the clear waters of the little lake. Those bowlders, by their precarious ' tenure of the ground, suggested to me the idea that Sisyphus of old had been engaged here, and that the huge stones, seemingly ready to topple down into the lake, were evi- deirces of his herculean and incompleted task. These verdure clothed foothills, immedi— ately surrounding the sheet of water, were- but Liliputiun pickets, thrown out in ad- vance of the towering mountain ridge, and contributed pleasingly toward the pretty and imposing landscape. As I returned to the little red farm house, about 100 yards from the lake, I saw for the iii-st time Kate Bimley, the pretty blonds daughter of my host. She seemed a girl of about 18, with a rather sad expremion upon her attractive face. AsI raised my hat to salute her she gave me a. nod andasmile, but thlt smile was a forced one, and there was no spontaneity in her greeting. It was not dimmer» that checked her. attempt at a courteous and friendly return of my civility. There was evidently a cloud over her young life which she was trying to illumine bya forced ray of pleasautry that it might not be noticed by a stranger. Sire wasa pleasing contrast in her plain, neatly fitting gown to the maidens I had. been accustomed to see at the fashionable re~ sorts. It was beauty unadorned; purity and simplicity combined; a picture of innocence that would have been so very bright but for the sadness that tinged her face. After breakfast I went out in quest of amusement of some kind to while away the hours that would prove tedious without some sort of activity. Strolling over toward the huge burn, I noticed two figures sitting on the immense flat rock in front of the great doors. One was John Bimley, my host, and the other was his brother-in-law, Tom Elkins. Birnley sat moodily watching the other man, who seemed engaged in chisoling some initials in the hard traprock. This rock was flat and smooth, and was on a level with the ground surrounding it. It was, perhaps, a square of about ten feet, and formed a: up, and, after acknowledging my presence tirrue their conversation. “Tom, you’ve got: your initials cut on that corner, now out my name in full in the motor of this stone,” said Bimley. - Tom looked at him for a. moment sharply, and seemed to discover something in the man’s tones or looks. “Pshnwi what do you want to advertise yourself in that way for?" “All right; if you don’t do it I’ll get some one else to cut them for me," replied Bimley, in an unsteady voice. . Just then Kate passed the burn on her way to the spring, casting an anxious look at her father as she passed. _ “God pity that poor mother-less girl w I’m gone !” Bimley uttered these words in .u low tone. half to himself; but I caught them, though I think Tom did not, as he'wus busily pounding away in the finishing touchesto his engraving a little farther off. But Tom had evidently been thinking of Bimley’s request and the probable motive. He caused his work, and, facing his brother- ‘ in-law, said: “See here, John, l’ll cut your name for you on one condition, and that is that: you will stop niopiirg and brooding.” “Agreed”. said the older man, but I detected in cynical smile on his face that contracted his usscnting mood. ' Having nothing else to busy himself with, Tom proceeded to mark out the design for this memorial tablet at. onco,lund his skill surprised me when I examined his lemer work in the corner, now completed. Bimley, apparently satisfied that he had gained his point, went off toward the lake in u listless, moody sort of way. ‘ Kate suddenly appeared around an angle of the barn and said: “Uncle Tom, don’t put the name on the- rockl Don’t please!” There was real terror. in her tones that startled Tom into examining her face. ,It was blanched, and her lip quivered as she stood them with one deprecatiug hand raised. “Why not?" demanded Tom, surprised “Oh! I can’t tell you. But: please don’t cut the name there i” ' “But I’ve promised I would, and John will be furious if I refuse now.” “Well,” said the girl, sadly turning away, “perhaps you’re right.” From Tom I now learned the cause of Blur" ley’s depremion. It seems he was soon to leave his farm—driven out by the inexorable mortgage. Failure to meet his payments oi interest, short crops and a combination of misfortunes had culminated in the less of tho property. ' My heart uched as I looked after this ruotherlem girl, left not only destitute by tho withdrawal of a. mother’s loving care, but left also with the fearful burden of a father’r living, double sorrow pressing very heavily. upon her young shoulders, and veiling hcr youthful flies with premature sadness. High up on one of the vendurc clad foot moving slowly toward the summit. He paused at the top, and, looking back with one searching glance, he disappeared down the further side. I was about turning my atten- tion to tho curver’s work near me, when I saw the form of Kate pass swiftly and noise lessly out of the undergrowth at the top of the hill and also pass out of sight down the other side. . ' “John’s guardian angel,” said Tom Elkins, without stopping the thud: of his mallet, in reply, apparently, to my questioning look, turned upon him. “John’s terribly down in the mouth since Mary died," he, continued, aiming some heavy blows at the bright steel chisel for a deeper cut. “I think he takes on more about Mary than he does about the farm.” . It was clear enough now. The girl’s repug- nunco to having her father’s name cut in the rock; her constant solicitudc about: him; her stealthy pursuit or him over the hill. She read more in his eye and his silence than Tom Elkins did in his short sentences. Life was a. burden to him. and not even the strong cord of Kate‘s love would be able to bind him to earth for long. That same afternoon John Bimley viewed Tom’s nearly completed work in the center of ‘ the flat rock. He smiled sadly us he said: “Tom, put the date underneath it.” It; seemed to dawn on Tom’s mind that his brother-in-Iuw meant this work to be u posthumous tablet—a gravestone. “See here, John," he said, jumping up and laying a hand on his arm, “you have no call , to be brooding about your grave yet. I'd chip out the whole business if I thought”— “N o, no, I don’t do that!” said Biinloy, fore- ing a laugh. “I was joking. Stay. Tom,” said he, suddenly chungingin tone and looks, “if anything over should happen- to me—you. know what I moan—I want yen to take care of my girl." His voice was broken and scarcely audible, and his hand trembled vio-s hantly us be grasped the one extended to him. by Tom Elkirrs. “130w promise me that,” he addcdg with his whole soul in the words. I “Sohelp mo heaven, I swear newer Tom,. wringing the hand he held. “Dealtvyou worry about that. J obn. " At the near angle of the anthem. toward natural pavement in front of the huge burn. - The two men were conversing as I sauutcral ' with u nod, they seemed no way 10th to con- _ hills I saw the bowedfiguro of John Bimley - which the men’s backs word turned, I caught but one glimpse of a fair white face, and I thought I heard u. stifled sob as Kate quickly drew back into concealment. This sort of thing was getting too painful and somber for me, and yet I was held to the place irresistibly. I could not bear to leave the girl with no other comforter and pro- tector than this good natured but unobservant Tom Elkins, with the sword of Damocles sus- pended over her young life. I wished to get away from the gloom that Bimley was creating in this quiet, rural ro- tr-cnr,_and yet I longed to be near, and, if possible, avert the blow from Kate's head; or, failing in that. I, perhaps selfishly, thought I might find a place in one corner of that gentle heart, and cheer and comfort her in her great misery. Notwithstanding her solicitude and such constant wutchfulness, I had several times in- duced this girl to mmpany me on short fish- ing excursions out on the lake. We rowed out nearly to the bank farthest from Bimley’s farm, where the picker-oi were always abund- nut and hungry. Rah, before leaving her father, would insist that Tom Eikins should remain close by him, and, in a vicarious way, take her place as guardian angel. One day, however, as her father was asleep, exhausted and tired from having sat up all the night before, she consented to permit Tom to accompany us, somewhat again“ her wishes, and very much against mine. I had, on our excursions together, made no little progress, I‘ flattered myself, in the task of dispossessing her troubled mind of the idea that her father moditutod any harm to him- self. I had succeeded, I admit, in this 'work by adopting methods that seemed best and plcnsautest to myself; methods that were im- mensely self satkfying to the comforter. Hence I was averse to the presence of a third party; but I could not help myself, so 1 yielded gracefully. ‘ We were having an exceptionally good catch this day, and Kate'- face wore a flush of excitement, and her eyes were brighter . than usual. I sat watching her animated and pretty face while Tom was unhooking a fine pickorel from her line. It was a very pretty picture, and I was [revolving in my mind some expedient for getting off with her next time, unknown to . Tom Elkins, that I might have an opportunity of speaking about some- :lhihng closer- in my heart than shiny, scaly “Bang! bang!” came two sharp rts of a pistol, which the tall, rocky figntain’s face replicated with so distinct intervals that they seemed like four shots. “Merciful God!” screamed the girl. at- tempting to leap from the boat in the direc- . tion of the Bimle home. Iseizedherns cmseizedthc ours, and as we flew over the still water Kate clung to me in a terror that made her unconscious of her actions. She did not faint. Her eyes ware riveted to mine as the bout skimmed toward the shore. I saw. than what made me happy even in that tragic hour. I read in her gaze a look of love. Not that floating, airy bliss of happiness that comes to lovers under more auspicious circumstances, but a deep, appeal- ing, clinging love; a helples love that be- seeches an echo to) its sadness, a partaker of > its pain. I pressed her more clwely. . Tom would suppose, if he suppwed anything about it, that I was trying to keep her from flinging herself into the lake. We were ;soon flying up the slope toward the house. We rushed in together. Not a soul was there. Out we went and toward the born. A wild cry of pain from Kate. who had outstripped us in her great haste, told the story of the rash deed. ' Two forms were lying prone upon the flat rock in front of the great barn doors. One was Bimley’s, the other was that of his guar- dian angel. His guardian angel had relaxed her vigilance jushlong enough to permit the consummation of this deadly deed. Two ghastly holes in Bimley’s body revealed the outlet of his tired life. . - Poor Kate, orphaned, shocked, senseless, clasped the nerveless hand of her father. We took her up tenderly and carried her into the house, where she soon recovered. A low mean was the only reply she made to my comforting words. 0n the flat rock I regd these words graven 'them. John Bimley had scratched the date with an old knife: “John Bimley, September . 17 1886.” ' he sun was going down behind the rugged ridge of the mountains, just tinging the lake with its departing glories. We three stood by the edge of the lake talking over the plans . for the future. “You will go with me, Kate. and you shall have a home as long as I have one,” said Tom Elkins, heartily. Kate glanced from Tom to me, and back. “I don’t know, Uncle Tom," she answered almost in a whisper. Kate and I had a short conference, unknown to Elkins. “ hat!” said the latter, fifing his eyes in- tently on her. “Don’t: know!" “I don’t think she will accept your kind offices, Mr. Elkius,” I into “Kate has given me the right to put in a much better claim than yours, if you are her uncle, to take care of John Bimley’s girl now.” Kate corroborated this statement by pair ting her band in mine. DYEING AND WAXENDING. A Fashion Which Pei-inked with the French Empire—Tho Modern Idol. No one except policemen, firemen, especial- ly exempt firemen, and a few chivalrpua and ancient; gentlemen, now dyes his mus- tache, and the number of, the men who change the color of their hair by artificial rueans is smaller still. When the policeman with five service stripes was sworn it was the custom of almost everybodyto use dye. ' Napoleon III was partially responsible for this. He had a gorgeous mustache, black and with nice long ends ready for a wax polish like a wholesome stove. He set the fashion for Paris, and Paris for America. Now the cus« tom has almost gone out, and the purple black in ustache is rare throughout the land. An old barber, who has been in the busi- nemagood lifetime, explained the change. “Twenty years ago a third of the men that came here wanted their moustaches dyed. A mun with a heavy and fast growing mus- tache had to have it dyed every week, and it: was a good thing for us. Even ten years ago there were many of them left, but the full of the Frenchempire and the emperor left the style without support, and the character of the mustache changed. Instead of being long, glossy and black, short and stubby mustaches came into fashion. “Cubans and southern men began to raise mustachm without ever shaving their upper lips. This made the hairs come out in grace- ful clusters instead of spike and long stiff hairs. There isn’t any use of dyeing It runs- . tache unless you raise a long one and wax out the ends, so these short, clustering mus- taches changed the dyeing fashion. The knowledge of the chemicals employed had a. great deal to do with it. Powerful acids and compounds are at the base ofall dyes and ' hair restorers that do anything. ‘ If week so- lutions of harmless things are used they will have no effect, while a drug powerful enough tochange the-color of the hair must havo_ some effect on the scalp and the brain, as the base of all hair dyes was nitrate of silver. “At the same time, with the notoriety of several cases of poisoning from hair dye, came a reaction of fashion in favor of gray hair and bald heads. The young man who had a patch of scalp showing through the top of his head, instead of concealing it, had his hair cut so that it showed, and he was envied by his fellow young men. It also became fashionable for a. young man with black hair to haveufew gray threads in it. It made .him an object of interest on account of sup- posed woes and trials that made his hair grow prematurely gray. Dyeing the hair would destroy this charm, and dyeing went speedily out of fashion.”-—New York Sun. ' . A Curious Point of Law. ' An application was the other day made by .Judge. Bartlett, in tho'Kiugs County supremo _ court, for an order authorizing the payment -of matey out of an estate, the petitioner havo ’ :ing become of age and entitled to it under ‘the provsrlons of a will. - “A man cannot know his own age,” ob- :served the judge, on he looked up after read-. .ing an affidavit. - .“Can’t be swear to it?" asked the petition- ver’s lawyer. “No. He will have to get seine one who knows.” “Well, I think his mother will be able to :swear toit," said the law yer, as he gathered 'up his papers. “The boy was there at the time, I presume, but possibly his memory is de- :fective.” ‘ “Anyway, it’s u. point: or law," said another Lluwyer.—New York Journal. _____,,.___.__ An Example of Economy. Out of what trifles does poverty contrive to extract a. living! A decently dressed man with 'one arm sold me some fusecsut a cent a. box 'the other day. I asked him what he made on "them, and he told me that be cleared two cents on every five boxes. He sold from 100 do 150 boxes a day. “And you can live on this?" I asked. “Yes," said he, cheerfully. “I Ihire a room for 81 a week and cook for my- self. I live undsa‘ve money. I've got a sav- :ings bank account, and, please God, I'll have in stand next winter if I can get a permit.” And he showed me a bank book with a credit rfor fiftypdd dollars in iii—fifty odd dollars I tfllched from his actual necessities out of an I :incomo never greater than sixty cents nday. ll ,-—Alfred Trumble in New York News. OVERWORKED BRAINS. A POINT AT WHICH LABOR CEASES TO BE STRENGTHENING. One of the Earnest Indications of Brain Exhaustion—Stops Toward the Verge of Insanity—Burdens Hoapcrl Upon the Minds of the Young. There is such a thing as mind strengthening work. In truth it is, as every physiologist knows, only by work, minds, or, more cor- rectly speaking, brains can be strengthened in their growth and naturally developed. The exercise of those centers of the nervous system, whose functions what We call cori- sciousness and intellect ' are associated is as essential to their nutrition as activity is to the healthy growth 'of any other part of the organism, whether nervous or mus- cular. Every part of the living body is de- veloped, and enjoys vitality, by the law which makes the appropriation of food do- pondent upon and cemmeusurato with the amount of work it: does. it feeds in propor- tion as its works, as truly as it works in pro— portion as it feeds. This ca'irou of organic life is the foundation of those estimates which physiologists form when they compute the value of food in weight lifting power.‘ It is, however, necessary to recognize that, ~ although those propositions are true in the abstract, they need the introduction of a now integer or combining power before only sum of results can be worked out. We know that- food is practically just as truly outside the body after it has been eaten, digested, and even taken in the blood current, as it is when it lies on the table. Nutrition is a. tissue function, and its performance de- pends on the appetite and feeding power, which is something different from the organic need, of the timue with which the nutrient fluid is brought into contact. Again, any particular part of the organism may be so exhausted by work that it has not power enough left to feed. If: is a matter of the highest practical moment that this fact should be recognized There. is undoubtedly a point at which work ceases to be strength- ing and becomes exhausting, self exhausting and self destructive so fares the particular » issue in activity is concerned. _. nun 0mm)! rownnnuss. Work may be carried too for, in fact to such ll. point that not only the lust reserve of power for action, but the ultimate unit, so to say, of the force of the nutrition, which is. as we now believe, identical with the force of general activity, may be expended in work and the organism left so utterly powerless that its exhausted tissues cairno longer up- propi'iute the food supplied or placed within their normal reach. We have saithfliat it is necessary this should be understood It husu special bearing on the question of brain work in childhood and indolence. Just as extreme weakness and faiutncss of the body as a. whole produce restlessness and loss of control, so extreme exhaustion of the brain produces mental agitation endless of healthy self consciousness. This is how and why the “overworked” become deranged. One of the earliest. indications, or symptoms, . of brain exhaustion is commonly irritability; then comes sleeplessness of the sort which seemsto consist in inability to come thinking either of a particular subject or things in gen- eral; next, the mental unrestful or uncon- trollable-thought gets the better of the will, even during the ordinary hours of wakeful- ness and activity, which is a step further to- ward the verge of. insanity than the mere per- sistence of thought at the hour of sleep— this way lies madness; and, finally, the think- ing faculty, or,us we say, the imagination, gets the better of the will and asserts suprem- ncy for its phantoms, those of sight or hear- ing being the most: turbulent and dominant which happen to be most commonly used in intellectual work, and therefore most devel- oped by tho individual cerebmm—this is maduem. ' _ mom DAD 'ro WORSE. Such is the story of overwork of the brain or mind; and it is easy to see that: at any stage of the progress from bad toworse the will may be overpowered and the judgment per- verted in such manner as to impel the victim of this mind trouble to seek refuge in death, or to so disorder his consciousnem that he sup- himself to be acting in obedience to some just and worthy behest, when be com- mits an act of self destruction or does some thing in the doing of which he accidentally dies. Such, in the main, is the story of sui- cide from overwork. What, then, can be thcfexcuse pleadublo by those who heap on the brains of tho young or adolescent such burdens of mind labor and worry as exhaust their very faculties of self help and‘leave them a prey to tho vagaries of a starved brain? We pity the suffering of those shipwrecked sailors who, after exposure in an open bout, perhaps without food, for hours or days, “go mad,” and, raving of feast and pleasures, tho untitheses of their actual experience, fall on each other or throw * themselves overboard. Have we no pity for brains dying of lack of food because we have compelled them to expend their very last unit of force in work, and now they are dis- traught in the act of dying? It may be a sublime ideal, that of a highly educated people; but if it should happen that the realization of this beautiful dream of our _ philosophic reformers can only be achieved by the slaughter of the weak, it will scarcely console the national conscience to reflect ' that, after. all, “the survival of the fittest" is the law of nature—Lancet. THE SCIENCE OF SAILS. . Points That: Yachtsmon and Catboatmeu May Value. Like a bird's wing, the first need for all effective sail is a rigid “leading edge or . weather leech; obtained in the square and lugsails by the drag of a bowliuo, in tho latcensuil by the yard or bone of the sailwing ‘ itself, in staysuils by the rigidity of the - must or supporting stay and in jibs by the powerful hoisting purchase and use of chain for halyards. Before the introduction of chain, the jib, like the first string of a. violin, was constantly getting out of tune and in want of setting up. Another point in a good sail is that the after edge, when held in place - by the sheet,_should be as nearly upright or vertical as the seams of the sail, and, like the after edge of a wing, unconfined by anything more than u hem or lightest of rope, save where a. reefband requires strength. The cloth at this end of ujibisat times. seen shaking while the rest of the canvass is still as though frozen, and it is better the wind should pass it freely so than be girl: in or held by it. The cloths of a jib are out 0 little convex upon the leading edge, and un- less the position of the sheets were carefully fixed with respect to this convexity, the luff of a jib would be concave instead of straight : when roped and hoisted. There is an old sea saying, often used, too. by landsmen without knowing why, via: “I - knew him by the cut of his jib,” a jib really having more out about it than other sails. Though few practical suilmakers or users of them know really much about algebraic formula, they have their rules, handed down to them from old time, for cutting out sails; and, as wind and water are very conserva- .' five elements, they seldom go for wrong. . Among these rules is that, working by thirds —that is, when at a. loss as to the best pro- portion for one thing toward another, to take a. third. The boat always takes her third of the fish caught, a yard of u lug soil is slung a third from the end, the most con- vex purt of the jib is at one-third of the luff from the tack, and the sheet exactly Opposite the point. A pious adherence to his old mys- tery saves much calculation and trouble, and when shipbuilders thought a, third to good proportion of beam to length, to fair amount 9 speak of'a salt as lifting or pressing quite in- ‘ dependently of its power. of' driving a vessel :uhead. All jibs urctlifting calls, which do their work with least tendency to' force-a ijibe- or veer round under the .wind: hence, perhaps, the term “jibe." I The angle at which :do-with' this lifting-quality, for a cutter-’3 foresail, though triangular-,1: not: found a lifting sail. Next to u jib, the sail which has (lutiuf) still of the south, particularly,” set 5 upon tho foremost of a felucca, while the Esplendid lifting power of the Ianteon sail may have led to its being retained as tho head sail in the strange combination of rigs seen in the 'Turkish vessel which is known as a. xebcc.— ‘Robort Leslie in Harper’s. ' Risk in lluuning’l‘wo Engines. ; of cars it is the hindmost, or engine that is ,coupled to the train, which controls the air I brakes, the leading, or head engine, having me connection with the brakes. Thus you ~ will see the engineer who controls the brakes has got to go it blind, ha‘vingto depend on the leading engine to whistle for brakes. in case ,of danger, as his view of the 'mad ahead is entirely obstructed by the blinding smoke and sparks from the forward engine. Often ,a call for brakes by the head engine might. be mistaken by the rear engineer for a “road crowing" whistle for a few seconds, which might be ample time to cause or avoid u to! rible smash up.—Eaginecr in Chicago Nam , of stability was insured to our ships. Sailors ’ 1 vessel’s lee side down. They are safe sails to» , the weather. edgctof njib stands has much to ' most of this power is no doubt the lateeu" When two engines are attached to a train ‘ JULIA WARD lIOWE. ORIGIN OF THE Z'I‘BATTLE HYMN or: THE REPUBLIC.” ’ Extract from a. Letter Written by Mrs. Howe—Tho Famous Hymn Composed at \Vusltington in" ISCI—How the Verses \Vcre First: Pounce]. The one absorbing thought in Washington was the army. and the time of visitors like ourselves was mostly employed in visits to the camps and hospitals; Such preaching as we heard was either to the soldiers or about them and the issues of the war. Such pray- ers us were made were uttered in strem and agony of spirit, for the war itself was udroad sorrow to us. It: happened one day thdt, in company with some friends, among whom was the Rev. James Freeman Clarke. Ifuttended a. review of our troops, at a distance. of several miles from the city. The maneuvers were later- rupted by a sudden attack; of the enemy, and instead of the spectacle premised us, we saw some rte—enforcement! gallop hastily to the aid of a small force of our owrr, which had been surprised and surroufided. - Our return to the city “iris impeded by the lromeward marching .ofl‘rtho troops, who nearly filled the highway. ‘vOur progress was therefore very slow and, to beguile our time, we began to sing army songs, among which the John Brown song soon earns to mind. Some one rcnrarked upon ‘bhocxmllence of the tune, and I said that I had often wished to writesome words‘whi'chimight be sung to ' it. We sang, however, the words which are our singing seemed to please the soldiers, who surrounded us like a river, and who themselves tookup the strain, in the intervals crying to us: “Good for you.” I slept as usual that night, but awoke be- fore dawn the next manning, and soon found myself trying to' weave together certain lines which, though not entirely suited to the John Brown music, were yet capable of being sung to it. I lay still in the dark room, lino uftpr lirte shaping itself in my mind, and verso after verse. When I had thought out the lust of these I felt I must make an effort to place them beyond [the danger of being effaced by a. morning nap. ' I sprung out of bed and groped about in the dim twilight to find a. _ bit' of paper and the stump of a pen which I remembered to have had the evening before. Having found these articles, and having long been accustomed to scribble with scarcely any sight of what I might write iii a room made dark for the re- poso of my infant children, I began to write the lines of my poem in like manner. (I was always careful to decipher these lines within twontyfour hours, as I had found them per- fectly illegible after a. longer period.) On the occasion spoken of; I completed my writ- ing, 'went back to bed and fell fast asleep. ruinous AT LAST. " A day or twojnter, I repeated my verses to Mr. Clarke, Who was much pleased with them. Soon after my return to Boston, I carried the lines to James Fields, at that time editor of The Atlantic Monthly. The title, “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” was of his devising. The poem was published soon after in the magazine, and did not at first receive any especial mention. ‘Wo were all too much absorbed in watching the progress of the war to give ruuch heed toe copy of verses more or less. I think it may have been a. year- luter that my lines, ' in sonic shape, found their way into a southern prison in which a number of our soldiers were confined. -An army chaplain who had been imprisoned with them came to Washington soon after his ro- leasc, und in a speech or lecture ofsome sort, described the singing 'of the hymn by himself and his companions in that dismal place of confinement. People now began to ask who had written the hymn, and the author’s name was easily 9stublished by a reference to the magazine. The battle hymn was often sung in the course of the war, and under. a great variety of circumstances. Among other anecdotes, I have heard of its once having led a “forlorn hope” through a desperate eu- " counter to a successful issue. The wild echoes of the fearful struggle have long since died away ,eud »_with them all memories of. unkihdném between ourselves and our southern brétliéi‘i; But those who once loved my hymn atlll‘7siug"lt.=-Juliu Ward Howe in The Century. ' , Two Phases of Italian Character. The Italians find a great deal of enjoyment in the silent contemplation of nature, art, or even the blankest of blank walls. Two friends will sit side by side for an hour gazing at the sch. They are two fellow clerks in a government office who have come down from Rome for a holiday. Perhaps one of thorn says to the other, “Behold, dear, there is a steamer l” and the other replies, “It is proper- ly a steamer; she marches, by Bacchus," and their the conversation ceases until it is discov- ered that it is past noon and time for break- fast. There is a newly married pair at our establishment, and they enjoy unnlloycd bliss in this quiet way. It is not the beauty and mystery of the sea that they thus contemplate and that charms them to silence, for they would sit with like silence in ghiring cafll. It is a. certain tranquillity that means peace of soul, and that seems odd in the excitable, nervous Italian. But you should see those quiet people at breakfast. The Italian is the most abstemioui of men, and rarely eats what an American or un Englishman would think a hearty meal; but, on the other hand, he enjoys his meals intensely. He eats if pomible with his friends, and they talk incessantly. The newly mar- ried pair study and consult together and with the waiter over the momentous question what they shall out. Sometimes they will call in the counsel of the dignified proprietor of the establishment, who gives his opinion as if it were a question of delicate spiritual casuistry on' the right decision of which hung the fu- ture solution of his clients. They finally se- lect a soup, :1 outlet. some string beans and a salad, and it will take them a good two hours to finish that simple meal. They have so much to say. “How properly sincere is this wine, dearest,” says the husband. “Thou art right, by God,” responds the sweet faced girl, and then begin reminiscences of other wines that they have known, and wines that their friends have known, and hopes and doubts as to future wines. It is not, however, an ex- cess of wine that loosens the Italian tongue at meal time. It is the sight of food that sud- denly converts the placid dreamer into a tire- less talker. And yet, as I have said, the Italian eats simple dishes, and of these only in small quantities—Cor. New York Times. A Gambler Decorated. The French government, which some time ago seemed to sympathize with the efforts of the adversaries of Monte Carlo, that academy of suicide, has evidently changed its opinion on this subject. ‘ It has just decorated the president of the Societe‘ ties J aux. It is hard to explain .why the government refuses to au- thorize the establishment in France or u so- ciety similar to that at Monaco, the president of which it' decorates. The gamblers of the whole world might; be attracted to Paris, which for some time has complained of being less visited than it was, and they would bring with them the animation and the profits now taken to Monaco. But instead of that the very door of Monaco, even the ‘small horse game, in which, wither run of bad luck, one can lose twenty-five francs in a day, while at; Monaco one can ruin himself and his whole family in fifty minutes. . ’ It is tube hoped, than, that the decoration of the Legion of Honor, bestowed on the . president of the Society of Suicides at Monte Carlo, is the prelude to freedom of gambling . in France and to the conferring of a. right: on . all Frenchmen to open gambling houses, and ' by this means to win a. title to the decoration . of the Legion of Hanan—St. Jumes' Gazette. Wild Game at the Capital. Not long -ugo a great commotion was ob- served in the White House grounds, directly hack of the conservatory. All the workmen . violent manner. and the object of their unto". i which soon disengaged himself from his prir- suers and Inndc good his escape into the 3 White lot and adjacent wilderness. Inquiry shows that this is not an unusual plrcrrorrrrnon in Washington. There is considerable gmno - inthepublicreservationshere uttimes. Opos- ' sums. coons, rabbits, foxes und’ squirrels nr'o , sometimes seen in them, and it is said that in 1 the [more secluded portion of the mall, near f the Srrrithsoniau Institution, several wild rab- . —New York Sun. The Maliarrqali staid Not. This is the story of Muharajuh Ilolknr’s sudden departure from London during the i tend the Imperial institute corner stone lay- ‘ ing, going in the procession just after a couple of German princes. - “What?” he cried, “I follow a brace of peddling Dutchmen? Not much l” ‘ “But you must," said Sir Lepel'Grif- fin: “the queen expects you and will be angry if you don‘t go.” And be emphasized his re- . mark by laying hold of ' Holkur's arm. , “What," roar-ed the Indian, “has the master become tho slave? I will not go, I say!” - In ‘ an hour he was on his way to Paris-Mew York Tribune. already well known as belonging to it, and - the government forbids at Nice, which is at ' 5 in the establishment were dodging about in n _ = tiori was presently seen to be a wild rabbit,‘ bits have established their permanent home; ‘, jubilee. It was arranged that ho was to ut-V CIIICAGO’S CHINATOWN. ODD AND INTERESTING THINGS SEEN DURING A RAMBLE. The Stock of a Chinese Store—Celestial Scales and Calculating Machines—Chi. cago‘s Only Chinese Baby-Supersti- tions “'earlng of a Bracelet. ' The Sun Franciscan and tho genial police- man started oil‘ together, but soon stopped in front of a. window bearing a Sign announc- ing that the combined laundry business mid restaurant was carried on within. The door was locked, however, and loud knocks of the poiiecmurr’s club failed to develop any signs of life. “They“aren’t up yet,” said the club- mnn. “None of those fellows go to bed he- foro 2 o’clock in the morning, and they don’t get up till late. Come across the street. "' Across the street they went, and entered the docr of a Chinese merchant. The un- nouncement that one of his visitors was from California, and was acquainted with an en- terprising and well known Celestial there by the name of Tin Loy, gained for them the freedom of the place and the most hospitable treatment. Cigars were produced by the host, and accepted with a. promise to smoke them aftertlionext meal. The stock of his store was found to consist entirely of goods imported from China. It comprises, among other things, queer nuts and driedfmits, jets. and .bottles of rice, vinegar, great packages of herbs of supposed medicinal value, cocoanut made into long strips and dipped in sugar, dried sou fish, flat and almost transparent, Chino. melons from New Orleans. egg plant, etc. The proprietor claims that the only reason Ainericnns do not buy these articles is that they do not know how to use thorn. If you ask thouso of ul- most any of the green or dried stuff found in a place of this kind the almost invariable un— ' swer is, “Tomakc soup.” It is feared that queer looking jars or bottles in such an os- tablishment occasionally contain whisky made from rice. At; least the Chinumerr seem to be familiar with such an article. “Heap stlorrg. Makes dlunk, ullee some Mel- lcan whisky.” The only weighing apparatus to be found in a Chinese grocery is very primitive. The article to be weighed is put in the basket. One of the strings is taken in one hand, and the suspended weight; is slipped along with the other until it balances the article in the basket. Little marks along the arm indicate different Weights, and the ring from which the iron balance is suspended marks the num- ber to be read off. This conti'ivunce, of course, gives the exact weight, and hence in this respect is In great improvement on some of the more modern devices in usoby many American grocers. “John,” said the Californian, “there is one thing I wish you would explain to me, and that is your system of counting. I have heard it explained. but could never under- staridit.” The first lesson was cheerfully given, and in so skillful and intelligent n Illallnel‘ that it was understood. Th; American, who has a decent reputatiori- for cxpertness in figures, was given a column of dollars and cents to add. There would be a little rattling and a. flying of fingers, and before he could even got the figures down he would be given the correct sum by the Chinaman. In the back room breakfast wasin progress. In addition to the rice there were several mysterious looking dishes discussed Willi! spoon» made of clriiruwaro. The merchant informed his visitors that everything on the table except the bowls came from China. “How many Chinnwomen are there in town, Johui“ “baked the Sun Franciscan, re— membering his own city and her unspeakable plague Spot. He was informed that there are only three or four, undo. very ingenious reason was given, but he was unable to tell whether it was founded on truth or on the pride of the wily Celestial. It was, in sub: stance, this: The reputation of the China- wornen who come to this country is, as every one knows, in one sense of the term, unques- tionable. The men who corneto New York and Chicago are a. more moral class, and they will not allow the women here. Speaking of women reminded the oficcr that he know the abode of a celebrated Bene- dick, and he proposed a visit thither. In the basement of it houscrori Van Buren street the family man was found asleep upon a peculiar , couch made of four short posts, covered with bamboo matting imported from Chitin. In his arms wasa bundle that; looked like a ‘smari bag filled with something, and that’s about what it was. When the man started up, somewhat suddenly, the bundle proved to contain, among other things, nscutc and ri- diculous Iittlo piece of humanity as ever cried in the middle of the night. When you said it was pretty its father iriimediutely ceased tobo John Chinaman, and became a man. He made it show off in u. manner that would have caused a white father of an eighteen months’ old baby to turn green with envy. It said things in Chinese and English, threw kisses, made gurgling sounds with its hand to its mouth, and per- formed other baby fects of a high order. While the father was thus engaged, its mother, whois generally invisible, and who ‘ does not speak English at all, was forced into view by her maternal pride and by the fear that the baby was not being shown off to the best advantage. The mother is a China- womau, a' statement that is not so unneces- sary as might at first thought appear It is a pretty baby—a girl. Itsirame is Kum Lien, which, when properly pronounced by its mother, sounds musical. Its eyes and long hair are black, audits unformed childish face, as is generally the case, has not; taken on yet the distinguishing features of the race. The father were on his wrist a ring or bracelet of some kind of Chinese stone, which he has worn for over twenty years. “You seovellymany thing,” said he in ex- planation, “in the day time. Slam loud all night. You sabee slum? Slam ulle some dlearri. Wear this ling, no slam.” , This was something irew. “Do you mean tosay,”,hc was asked, that so long as you wear this ring you won’t dreamt" ' “Well,” he replied cautiously, intent upon defending his superstition, “slam some, 110 slam vcliy much. No wear ling, slain more.” . —Chicago Herald. Electricity and Ice Cream. An eastern physician announces that he has solved the mystery of ice cream poison- ing and that electricity is at the bottom of it all. He has found that the rapid revolu- tions of the zinc paddles used in the ordinary ice cream freezers generate electricity. and that the ziuco isdissolved and diseminuti-ri through the cream. I rather doubt this theory, as zine, if present in sufficient quun; tityto produce poisonous effects, would be easily detected by chemists, and its supposed part in ice cream poisoning would have been announced long ago. That ice cream is some- times poisonous is settled, but just what causes it no one can definitely state—Globe- Democrat. Smokiug at tho Seaside. Sufbking at the seashore has its drawbacks. The salt air has a. very depressing effect upon cigars and cigarettes. They get soft and do their utmost to prevent being kept alight. Once lighted, if neglected for a moment, they go out. A board bill—The carpenter’s statement. Women that have been pronounced incurable by the best plr sicians have been completely cured by vdia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound. Canada will soon thirst for peace if she goes to war on codlish. In number of sales in Connecticut last year the Malliuslick was far ahead of any other two r-ianos. Each one sold sells another. See them at Lomis’ Temple of Music. . Some one says the age of a political party can be told by its rings. My friend look here! you know. how weak and nervous your wife is and you know that Carter’slron Pills will relieve her, wiry not be fair about it and buy her a box. A squall makes sailboats capsize, but makes a‘ baby’s month one size larger. Whenever you ,buy Ham or Kettle Lard from your grocer, insist on having the brand of Sperry and Barnes; New Haven. All goods bearing their well known trade mark, can be relied on as strictly first class. Buy no other. If some men know as much as they talked there would be no sale for the en- cyclopedia. What a pity that so many otherwise at- 5 tractivc,polite, and particular people afilict their friends by the foul and dissag'rceablc odor of their breath: - 'It'is mainly caused by ’disordercd; digestion, and can be corrected vb removing the cause, by using that pure, medicine, ' Sulphur Bitters.— Hcalth Magazine. . No ' one yet has found-the man who would refuse a dollar' because it was only worth 79 cents. “Thiit’a a rather shabby pair of trowscrs you have on for a man in your position.” “Yes sir; but clothes do not make the man.- What- if my trow'se‘rs‘ are shabby and worn ? They'cover a‘ warm heart sir.” Absolutely Pure. This Powder never varies.’ A marvel of pure strength and wholesomcness. More economic thuutho ordinary kinds, and cannot be sold in com- petition with maintenance of low test, short Wei ht, allum or- phcsphatesgwders. , ‘ I. I OYAL BAKING Pownnn, ”106 WallSt, N. Y. IN SEPTEMBER Care and a careful diet should he observed. ' Fonla'sWheal Germ Meal :_, for breakfast. prepares the . way for henrtier foods later in the day. It’s easi- ly digested; it -docs not heat the blood; it's highly ~. nutritious and strengthen- , lug; can be cooked in less than ten minutes. and is very different and superi- or to oatmeal. 16 cents a package. Sold by all gro- cers. ' Butler, Breed'd'. Co., Aorta, Bos'ros, MASS. _ 'llarns, Shoulders. llrealriirst ' Bacon, -—-—AND— Sairhage ARE GUARANTEED THE BEST IN THE MARKET Our KETTLE LARD is Strictly Pure and Free from all Adulteration. Look Carefully for the Brand. We manufacture all goods bearing our brand at our packing house in New Haven. tf3S .Sueunu ll BarIIes, New Haven, Conn. R e m e m 'b e r t The Best Meats in Norwalk -—-!lllE SOLD AT-—— WIXSON’S MARKET, ON THE BRIDGE, --—AND FOR THE— Lowest Prices for Cash. PLATES 0F BEEF, 5 cents per in; COIiNED ‘ BEEF, from 5'to 10 cents per ill. I will not. be undersoid for the Best Qumities of Meat. Poultry Drawn to Order. ‘ Iyl James E. Wiwson 27 Wall Street. O‘Connor—II. MARKET. ‘ 'Meat, Fish, Yegetables. &c. LOUKWOOD It ANDREWS. MAIN STREET. All kinds of the best qualities of Meats, Fish, Clams, Vegetables, etc., are kept constantly on hand. and will be sold by us as low as can be pro- cured at any market in Norwalk. We intend to prove to our customers that we deserve their patronage by fair and generous dealing. 1an LOCKWOOD Jr ANDREWS. I WANT EVERYBODY ——'l‘o come In and look over my stock of— Mon.uments ~-AND—- HEADSTONES Before they buy anything of the kind. A selection can be made from them much better than from a photograph or pencil sketch. Respectfully, P. W. Bates. lf5 ‘ J .‘G‘. Gregorydrco. . Desire to state that in addition to a full line of Dru gs, Proprietary Medicines and Drngglsts’ Sundries they are prepared to receive . orders for ' Silk, Cotton or Linen ELASTIC HOSE For varicose or enlarged veins. Wurranted to fit, and at reducer] rates. I They also desireto state that they have acceptor] the agency of the New York Vaccine Co., and will keep a supply of ' PURE BOVINE VACCINE VIRUS Constantly on hand. They have in stock Electric Batteries, which will be sold at close figures. They carryalso a full assortment of Keystone Writing Paper Packets. DEBENTUEDIL nouns 6 0i 0 Guaranteed Mounties (if i he New England Loan and Trust Co. This is one of the oldest, most conservative and successful institutions dealing in such securities. Eleven years' experience without a dollar of loss' to investors. Each $100,000 of debentured is secured by $102 - 000 of mortgu s, asst tied to and deposited with the Farmers’ can ant Trust Co., New York. trus- tee. l‘pterest payable at Bank of New Nork, Mortgages from best Corn-Producing regions of Iowa, Kansas, Nebraska and Missouri, For In“ information enquire of till . O. E. WILSON. 6 all 1 our tent. Farm Mortgages —os run—e Equitable Mortgage Co., Kansas City. incorporated—Capital, $000,000. l'rrncipal and Interest Guaranteed. Security from three to six times the amount of loan. Coupon Bonds. Interest payable in New York. Also, 1y34 Six per cent. Debenture Bonds uf-tlté lillcldles'u-x Banking Company, of Mlddletown, Conan. Organized under the banking laws of the State of Connecticut. Coupons payable in New York, R. B. CRAUFURD, » Agent, 31 Main Street, Norwalk. MAGIC soup. $5,000 “Dually mac on a capital of $I00. $40 profit hasbeen made by one person In one half day. It requires no ma- chinery to manufacture. These goods have been used in the N.E. states to years. Will sell county or state rights at $2.00 per 1,000 inhabitants. If you wish tor a trial first in your family send $3.50, and will ship you 501i; ; regular price $4.00. E. .s. BARRETT. Northampton, Mass. Lock Box 10. 6m33 ” BLASOER’S — TllIE HONORED “OLD BRIDGE STORE.” Nearly half a century ago my store was christened as above, and has since been known and honored among .the old residents of N orwalk by that appropriate name. But that is a. matter of little consequence to the public in 'these piping times of severe BUSINESS COMPETITION. The, one important question to purchasers is Where can we get the Best Geodsfmr one Least Money! From time to time the report comes to me that Some of my near neighbors have boasted that they could under- sell me. N 0 one who has ever tested the truth of such a. claim by coming and examining my carefully-selected and UNEXCELLED STOCK 0F GOODS and the extremely low, prices at which I offer the same has ever left “The Old Bridge Store,” With any other feeling than that no one in .the trade can or does offer greater inducements to cash customers than I do. I have the choicest exhibits of . AMERICAN AND EUROPEAN encounter 85 GLASS'W'ARES. Also about every conceivable device for Table Furnishing, Mantel Decoration, with House Cleaning and Cooking Implements of every description. Call and examine and be convinced that my statements are strict- Iv true as to my carefully selected stock of the Gloioest anlities and isolation oi tools In my line are Sold at the tastiest Possible Prices. We Strive to strictly attend to our own business. We never run down or misrepresent other-dealer‘s, and we ask simply a chance to show our customers our stock and let them satisfy themselves; but one thing may be depended upon— ~ no OTHER ,coacnnn SHALL Usennsntt ME! The times, the times, one age; the age— ' The “Old Bridge Store” is all the rage; Tell of the town or-city, wlierethey keep Such goods at once so l‘lCll' and yet so cheap! For of all cheap store's beneath the sun, B. S. BLASCER'S is the Iclieapest one! B. S. BLASCER. Norwalk, April 4th, 1887. he said. PICKETT’S CHARGE. EXTRACTS FROM THE ACCOUNT GIVEN BY GEN. DEVEREAUX. flow the Nineteenth Massachusetts and tho Tammany Regiment Bohavod in One of the Most Trying Contests of the War—At the Apex. Sudilmrlyn single gun from the enemy’s lines broke the oppressive stillness. It was plainly a signal. No sooner had its report roused the attention than every gun on Sem‘ inary ridge opeired in one grand salvo with concentric fire on Gibbon’s division. The shot from that signal gun struck Lieut. Sherman S. Robinson, of the Nineteenth Massachusetts, cutting his body nearly in two, killing him instantly. From this time on for two hours the roaring of the cannon and bursting of shells from both sides was so incessant that'the ear could not distm' ' guish‘ individual explosions. It was one grand raging clash of ceaseless sound. . ‘ The firing of cannon ceased almost us add- denly as it began, and Pickett’s splendid division moved out to cross the interval be- tween the two low lying ridges occupied by the opposing armies, on that magnificent charge which has extorfed the admiration, unqualified, of their fees, must be ever mem- orable in history, and which won the position aimed for, but could not hold it. The story of this grand effort has been many times re- peated, and I shall limit myself to the rela- tion of what occurred after Pickett had erased the Emmetsburg pike and came sweeping up the slope, still carrying every- thing before himas if borne forward by all ruling fate. The knoll bearing the historic Little Oak grove slopes off well toward the south and east. From the left of my line (two detached regiments of Bali’s brigade) 'Col. Mullen and myself had a view which compussed a good deal of the ground even directly in front of that: elevation. Standing there, looking on the grand array of that majestic charge, was it mere impulse that stirred me to move forward my men nearer yet to that “Single Line of Blue?” Or was it prompting from a. higher source that determined the action? One can only tell when all secrets are unveiled. However, it, was done. Plain it was that we could not es- cape some part of the tragedy to follow. It might be a desperate one, and what was the material upon which reliance must be placed to meet and perform the duty? The N ino- teenth. Massachusetts had been trained from the start in a. discipline as stern as that of Cromwell’s “Ironsides.” Nevertheless, it had ' never come within the range of my expert. once to know a body of troops where mutual confidence of officers and men existed in higher degree. Today the Nineteenth Massachusetts has with it the Forty-second New York, Tam- many’s contribution to the country’s cause. In them was all the traditional fun and fight, Paddy’s heritage, which centuries of oppres- sion cannot rob him of nor repress. They were in excellent condition under the firm rule of Mullen. Col. Mellon and myself could view the whole scene, standing up as we were, and were probably the only persons close enough readily to distinguish all which occurred, and so entirely free from personnel participation as to be able intelligently to judge it. “To see that Webb cannot firmly hold his men against the shock of that fierce charge, though he may throw himself with reckless courage in front to face the storm, and beg, threaten and command. Hall’s right, overlapped, has to sag back with sullen fury, swaying to the rear from the pressure, but swaying forward again like ocean surges against a rock. This creates disorder, heightened by the men of Hun'ow’s brigade surging also in that direc- tion, apparently without orders or concert, but guided by some instinct of hurrying to the rescue. Everything was in confusion, regimental organization was lost, ranks were eight or ten deep, pushing, swaying, strug- gling, refusing to yield, but almost impotent for good. A great gap yuwns immediately between Webb and Hall. The entire width of the Oak grove and for some distance tothc rightisstripped of defense on our line. Every gun on our front there is silenced. Wood- ruff, Cashing, Brown, Rort‘y and every other commissioned oficer. almost without excep- tion,'of the respective batteries, is dead or disabled and Gibbon badly wounded; Was this devoted Second corps, whose proud boast it was that it “never lost a gun or a color,” to succumb at last? “Manon, we must move." Just then a headlong rush of horses’ feet, spurred to the utmost, came up the hollow behind from the direction of the Baltimore pike. Iturried. There, looking the very embodiment of the the god'of war, rode Hancock, the “Superb.” I shouted as be nearly trampled on my men, still lying down and as yet unseen by him. He threw his horse on his haunches “See,” I cried, “their colors; they have broken through. Let me get in there.” His charac- teristic answer fitted time and place, and he shot like an arrow past my left toward Hall's struggling lines, receiving in a few seconds the wound that swept him from his saddle and so nearly cost .him his life. Meanwhile Mullen, springing from my side, was instantly with his men, and both regiments on the double quick moved side by side to fill that fearful gap. The two lines came together with a shock which stopped both and caused a. slight to bound. For several minutes they faced and fired into each other at a distance (which I carefully measured after the fight) ulittlo short of fifteen paces. Everything seemed trembling in the balance. Whichever side could get a motion forward must surely win. Gen. Alexander S. Webb I couldn’t see. Just then I felt rather than saw Hall, as be ap- peared at my side. “We are steady now,” "Sure; but we must move,” I m plied. At the instant a man broke through my lines and thrust a rebel battle flag into my hand. He never said a word and darted back. It was Corporal Joseph H. De Castro, one of my color bearers. He had knocked down a color bearer in the enemy’s line with the staff of the Massachu- setts state colors, seized the falling flag and dashed with it to me. Mullen had by this time wrapped round the right of. the grove a little. The opposing lines were standing as if rooted-dealing death into each other, how long it is impossible to say with exactness. There they stood and wouldn’t move. All of a sudden a strange, resistless impulse seemed tourgo the Union men. Ican com- pare it only to a Titan’s stride. Our lines seemed to actually leap forward. There was at once an indescribable rush of thick, hurry- ing scenes. I held the blunted apex of the re- enteririg angle, which was the appearance made by our lines._ A yell. A shout. My line seemed to open as if by magic. It was not flight, however. A flood of unarmed, defenseless men poured through. They almost I'flll over-me. The remnant. of Pick- ett’s gallant meii abandon that nearly in- virrciblo charge, and Gettysburg translated reads, “A Nation Saved.”—Maga‘zine of Airicricmi History. , He Put Hint Out. George Ashmun used to tell a story about an auctioneer who was provokingly annoyed while in the exercise of his profession by the ludicrous bids of a fellow whose sole object seemed to be to make sport: for the buyers rather than himself to buy. At length, en- raged beyond enduranco, the knight of the ivory headed hammer, looking round the room for a champion to avenge his wrongs, fixed his eyes upon a biped of huge dimen— sions, a very monarch in strength, and cried out: “Marlow, what shall I give you to put that fellow out?” “I take one 85 bill." ' “Done! donol you shall have it.” . Assumi u g the ferocious—knitting his brows, spreading his. nostrils like a. lion’s, and put;- ting on the wolf all over his head and shoul- ders—old Marlow strode off to the aggressor, and, seizing the terrified wretch by the collhr, said to him in a. whisper that was heard all" over the room: - ‘ “My goodfrin, you go out with me I- give » you half the money 1” “Done! done I" said the fellow. . - .“Hurmh! hurrah i’.’ shouted the audience. The auctioneer had the good sense to '- join in the laugh and coolly forked out the V. —Ben: _ Periey Poore. . The Queen’s Spanish own. , . The great feature of the Isle of Wight Agri- cultural show was a pair of magnificent Spanish oxen in beautifully embroidered hnr- . tress, which were shown, with their cart, by the queen, who also sent a number of entries for competition from her farm at Osborne. This Spanish oxen cart, with its oxen ‘nnd harness, isu recent present to her majesty from Spain. They are beautiful beasts. and. the whclo turnout was most picturesque.— Loudon Truth. -. ’ Names for Steamoouts. i The great rage fornuming— steamboats aftc pretty women and ugly 4 men is rapidly up- proaching an end, and I don’t know of a boat on the Ohio or Mississippi, built in the trust two years, that has been named after a living individual. The precedent established by the St. Louis, Vicksburg and New Orleans Anchor line is being followed in naming boats after towns, cities or states from which they desire their business—Hunter Ben Jenkins iii Globe Democrat.
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