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GAZETTE WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25 115.89.
HAPPINESS.
This perfect lovoca‘n find no words to say
What words are left, still sacred for our use,
That have not suffered the sad world’s abuse. '
And figure forth-a gladness dimmed and gray!
Let us be silent still, since words convey
But shadowed images, wherein we lose
The fulness of love‘s light: our lips refuse
The fluent commonplace of yesterday.
Then shall we hear beneath the brooding wing
Of silence what abiding voices sleep, \
The primal notes of nature. that outring
Man‘s little noises. warble he or weep,
The song the morning stars together sing,
The sound of deep that calleth unto deep.
—Edith Wharton in Scribner’s.
Tllli l’IATE’S STORY.
A night or so ago, after toiling at the pen
until something past the hour of midnight,
during a moment in which I had paused to
rest from my incessant writing, my eye
caughtaglimpse of a huge bundle of half
forgotten M88. and old printed papers.
, Listlessly picking the bundle up and care .-
f’ully blowing off the dense incrustation of
dust, the accumulation of many years, I in-
advertently openedan,old paper, black with
age, which contained the following curious
tale.
As I have good and sufficient reasons for
supposing the story to relate to one, in par~
ticular. of my ancestors, many of whom, in
the old whaling times, plowed both the
northern and southern seas as captains, ,1
carefully madea verbatim Copy of it and
will again bequeath it to a wondering world:
About two years. ago I left the service. I
was tired of it, and as I wanted some more
exciting work, and as that was only to be
found at sea, I shipped aboard a Whaler as
first officer. We were unlucky—someway I
bring no luck anywhere, but storm and wind .
-—and being born in March my whole life has
been lived in March, and we were nearly
empty.
We were cruising up here to the north, on
and off, and thinking of making for home,
as the weather had changed, and the ice
forms precious quick in these latitudes when
it once begins. The captain naturally wanted
to hang on tothe last for the chance of an;
other haul.
One bright afternoon, just after eight bells,
I made up the log, as part of the first offi-
cer’s duty. and carried it to the captain’s
cabin.
I knocked at the door. and. as nobody an.
swered, walked in. ‘ .
I thought it odd the captain hadn’t an
swered me, for there he was, sitting at his
desk, with his back to me, writing. '
Seeing he was employed, I told him I had
brought the log——a record of a ship’s doings,
vessels spoken, knots made, etc. during each
twenty-four hours-laid it on the table be-
hind him. and. as he made no reply, walked
out. ,
I went on deck, and the first‘person I that
was the captain.
I was puzzled, for i could not make out
how he could get there before me.
“How did you get up herei” I said; “I just
left you writing in your cabin.” .
“I have not been in my cabin for the last
half hour," the captain answered; but I
thought he was chaffing, and didn’t like it.
“There was some one writing at your desk
just now,” I said; "if it wasn’t, you, you had
better go and see who it was. The log is
‘lnade up.
I had no idea of being chuffed by the cap-
tain, to whom I had taken a dislike.
"Mr. Stowell,” said the captain, who saw I
was nettled, “you must certainly have been
mistaken; my desk is locked. But comawe’i]
.go down and see about it."
I followed the captain into the cabin. The
log was on the table, the desk was closed and
thecabin was empty.
The captain tried the desk—it was locked.
“You see, Mr. Stowoll,” he said, lnu hing,
”you must have been mistaken: the ask is
locked.” .
I was positive. “Somebody may have
picked the lock," I said. '
“But they couldn’t have closed it again,”
the. captainsuggested; “but to satisfy you I
will open it and see if the contents are safe,
though there is not much here to tempt a
thief."
He opened the desk, and thee—stretched
right across itr—was a large chest of paper
with the words “Steer N. W.” written in an
odd. cramped band, as if written while the
vessel was laboring in a heavy can.
The captain looked at the pup”. and then
handed it to me.
“You are right, Mr. Stowcll; somebody
has been here. This is some hoax. If I find
the lubber I’ll have him keelhauled for this,
if he freezes for it." ~
We sat there some time longer talking, and
trying to guess what could be the object of
such a joke. if joke it was. '
I tried to identify the back of the man I
had seen sitting at the desk writing with that
of any of the crew.
I could not do it. ‘ It is true I had first
taken the man for the captain, butnow points
of difference suggested themselves. I had not
looked very attentively at the figure, but
still I was under the imprmion that the coal
was brown and the hair, which appeared
under the cap, seemed, as I remembered it,
to have been longer and whiter than the cap-
tain’s.
Not to appear to suspect any one in par-
ticular, the captain determined to have up
all the crew. We had them up, one by one.
We examined them and made all those who
could write write “Steer N. W.," but we
gained no clew. The mystery remained an-
other mystery of the seas. ‘
That evening I sat drinking my grog with
the captain in the cabin during the second
officer’s watch. We were neither of us in
clined to be talkative. We smoked in silence,
and each of us was buried in our own
thoughts.
I tried to think of home, of my brothersin
the navy, and my sisters and parents ashore,
and the pleasure it would be to see old Eng-
land again; but still my thoughts always
wandered , back to that mysterious writing.
I tried to read, but I caught myself furtively
peeping at the deck. expecting to see the fig-
ure sitting there. \
The captainhad not spoken for some time,
and was rapidly succeeding with considerable
sucwss in enveloping himself in an impene-
trable cloud of smoke. At last he suddenly
looked up and said: “Suppose we alter her
course to northwest, Mr. Stowelll”
I don’t know what it was; I cannot hope to
make you understand the weird feeling in
my mind that followed his words; it was a
sudden sense of relief from a horrible night-
mare. I was ashamed of the childish pleas-
ure I felt, but I could not help answering
eagerly, “Certainly; shall I'rgive the order?”
I waited no longer, but hurried on deck
and alteredthc course of tho-vessel
It was a cleanfrosty night, and no I looked
in the binnsclo nt'tllo' WP!- before going
below I felt strangely pleased. and caught
myself chuckling and rubbing my hands
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hutckenofl‘my'mind, I h A b
I went downto tho‘ccbln.-cnd»fonnd the
a mm or neutrinos-mum
-stoppsd so! Mend. locking».-
snid abruptlyr. -. , --
“It condo no ' ‘ m."s"oovul."
“If-filli- bl'lastm'? Imi'mj
I have left it in your cabin, sir,” .
and with thatI walked rathersulkfly away. '
can hold onfor thirty hours or so. but then I
should think”-——
“But then we shall find ice. How’s tho
' windi’.’
“Steady. north by east, sir.”
We sat down and finished our grog. which
tasted better from having been out in the
bitter air on deck.
1 had the morning watch—the first mate’s
—-to keep next day.
l was too restless to sleep after it. so I kept
on deck the whole of the day.
Even that did not satisfy me. i was con-
tinually running up the ratlines into the
maintop with my glass, but every time i
came down disappointed.
'No ship or wreck was in sight; for that
was what i had brought myself to believe
would be the ultimate outcome of the strange
direction. “Steer N. W.”,
The captain was as unquiet as myself.
The captain plainly expected something to
happen.- but as to what it was to be he made
no open conjecture.
The second officer, Mr. Sornberger, I be-
1 often wondered myself at the state I
was in.
Evening came, and nothing had turned up.
The night was bright, and the captain was
determined ,to lay on under easy sail till
morning. >
" Morning came, and with the first gray
light'l Was on deck;
It was bitterly cold.
‘ Those only who have seen them under simi-
lar circumstances can form any adequate idea
The beauty of the scene was simply ravish-
ing. But I was in no humor to appreciate
any of these marvelous beauties of nature. ‘
ance to think of just then.’ '
There was a mist anda thick frosty haze of
a deep white hanging low down on the hori-
zon. I waited impatiently for it to lift. It
lifted soon, and I could not be mistaken—bo-
yond it 1 could dimly see the glimmer of the
ice field. ’
I sent below to call the captain. who came
on deck directly. '
“It is no use, Mr. Stowell.” be mid.;“you
must put her about?’
“Wait one moment,” I said, “wait one mo-
ment, the mist is lifting more, it will be
quite clear directly.”
The mist was indeed lifting rapidly. For
to the north and west we could use tho ico
stretching away, as for as the eye could
reach, in one unbroken field. .
I was trying to see whether there appeared
any break in the ice to the west, when tho
captain, seizing my arm with one hand and
pointing straight ahead with the othnr, or
claimed:
“My God! there is a ship then-cl“
The mist had risen like a curtain, and
there. sure enough, about three miles ahead,
was a. ship seemingly firmly packed in the
ice.
We stood looking at it in silence.
There was some meaning. after an, in that
mysterious warning, was the first thought
that flashed through my mind.
“She’s nipped bad, sir,” said old Capo,
who, with the rest of our crew, was undou-
ly watching our new discovery.
* l was trying hard to make her out through
my glass, when then-sh of o gun, quickly
followed by the dull report, prode that she
had seen us.
needed no signal to know her distress.
The captain ordered the second omcer, Hr.
Sornbergor, off in one of the quarter boats.
I watched him as he made his way over the
ice, with n few of the men, towards the
wrecked ship, while the rest of the boat‘s
crow rowed “of! and on”-to await his return.
They soon returned with eight of tho ship’s
crow.
It wsondismalscconntohey garcof their
dtuntiou. ‘
They might have sowed their way out
through the ice, but the ship was so stroked
and injured that she would not have floated
”hour.
The lorgestof’ their bootchnd becnstovc
in by contact with an iceberg. while none of
_ the others were really unworthy.
They were preparing, however, to take to
them so n last precarious resort, when the
welcome arrival of the Edna—our chip-put
an end to their fears.
Another detachment was soon brought OR,
and the captain, with the remainder of his
crew, was to follow immediately.
I went down to my cabin and tried to
think over the singular fate that had made
us the preservers of this ship’s crow.
I could not divest myself of the idea that
me occult or supernatural agency was con-
noted with that piece of paper in the cap-
tain‘s duh, and I trembled at the thought of
what might have been the consequence if we
had neglected the warning.
The boat coming alongm’do interrupted my
reverie. '
1n a few seconds I was on deck.
1 found the captain talking to a fine old
sailor like looking man, whom he introduced
. to me as Capt. Squiers. '
Capt. Squiers shook hands with me, and we
continued talking for some time.
l could not take my eyes off his face; I had
a conviction that I had seen him somewhere
—wherc. I could not tell. -
Every now and then I seemed to catch at
some clew, which vanished as soon as
touched.
At last he turned around to speak to some
of his men.
I could not be mistaken—there was the
some long, white hair, the same brown cont.
Hewas theman I hndsconwriting in the
captain’s cabin!
That evening I and the captain told the
strange story of the written paper to Capt.
Squiers. who gravely and in silence listened
to our conjectures. -
Hs wu too devoutly thankful for his coca
ont‘of such an imminent and terrible peril to
quationthcmenncbywhichithadboon
brought about. '
At the captain’s request
N. w.”
We canpnrcd it with the original writing.
There could be no doubt of it.
It was in the some odd, cramped hand.—
Fred. LuccaSquicrsin New Orleans Picayune.
he wrote, “Steer-
, _ Speed of run...
The flight of birds can be easily measured;
but it is very diflcult to gauge the speed of
fish“ Aangenc'rnlrulc, thc'fust fishes arc
trim andpointedinflhm. offer the manner
ofa yacht, and their fins lie clocctothc
body. fishes of prey are believed to be the
iiectcst, theordinnry food fishes being slow
and easily captured, but correspondingly
prolific. The dolphin and bonito are exceed-
ingly swift, but their highest speed is not
known Dolphins have been seen to swim
round and round I manner, so that they are
capable of doing at least twentymilss on
boon-Om. a Week.
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Pick 'c- Up. . ‘
Although the finder: of her-shoes on
brcnkingtbeircrms , 'id legs, very doyin
“I”. Ind my of them ureter-hair .
in state prison on tend-year gum tho
_mnn who would go out and “ION“
lieve, firmly believed us both crazy; indeed, ;
I had something else of more vital import- '
g? went them union don. t
— e
of the delicate and beautiful tints of tho '
morning skies in those northern latitudes. ,
' 3 them rising far up on the “divide" toward
society. A hum-hocslwcyc but
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Where Doc; It also?
Where does the river St. Lawrence rise!
How many readers of The Companion can
answer this question in geography? Some
will probably say in Lake Ontario; others in
Lake Superior. Neither answer is quite cor-
rect. ‘
Like the Amazon, this river has a different
name for each part of its course. The lower
part of the great South American river is
called by the natives the Amazonas, the mid-
dle part is the Solimoes, and the upper the
Maranon.
Sothe St. Lawrence, between Lake Erie
and Lake Ontario, is called the Niagara, bo—
twcen Lake Erie and Lake Huron the St.
Clair and Detroit river, and between Lake
Enron and Lake Superior the St. Mary’s
river. Yet are these all one and the same
river, the lakes being but so many expansions
of its waters.
'Beyond Lake Superior, to the northward,
there is still another portion of its course,
called the Nepigon, a noble stream of clear,
azure-tinted water, nearly as large as the
Hudson in volume, which flows down from
the great Lake Nepigon in the heart of the
Canadian wilderness.
Until recently Lake Nepigon has been but
little known. On our innps it is figured as a
' much smaller lake than it really is. Its act-
ual dimensions are about seventy-three miles
in length by fifty-one in breadth. These fig-
ures give but an inadequate idea of its size,
for there are five great bays varying from
twenty to ten miles in length. The actual
' coast line of the lake is not much less than
600 miles.
Twelve rivers of considerable size, four of
James bay, flow into it, and its waters rival
' those of Lake George in purity and clcnrness.
It literally swarms with Whitefish and trout.
The Nepigon river—the outlet of the lake
—may be fairly termed the northerly and
upper course of the St. Lawrence, not only
from its size, exceeding greatly all other
riversflowing into Lake Superior, but from
the clearnom and color of its water, and
other general characteristics.
Whereas the other smaller rivers of Lake
Superior are “black water” rivers, that is to
say, having turbid or stained water. the
Nepigon is a clear and beautiful river of the
some azure, sea green and marine blue water
which one seen at Niagara and in the St.
IawrcnocroYcuth’s Companion.
mm “Critics.
Imay oven be permitted to doubt whether
experts, on the whole, make good critics oven
on their own subjects. There arc, of course,
, books which should be handed over to them,
ifthey can be found willing todcal with
them. Thmc arc the works in which the
technical clement predominates; where, on
the other hand, the literary clement is the
more important, the expert is commonly out
of place. He gcratcs the importance of
the part with w ch he is well acquainted;
he minimizes bwausc very probably be is
not qualified to estimate the value of the
rest. It would be hazardous, for instance,
to hand over a historical talcto the judg-
ment of a historian whocc vocation it is to be
acquainted with all the details of the period.
Some error in one of these details would
probably strike him. In view of tlu's he
would lose sight of any literary qualities that
the book might have, interest of story, grace
of style, or force of characterisation
I do not doubt that for various reasons we
man do our work My. Bfim’uucomr‘
mon to‘flnd work badly done in other regions
of life. Ministers of religion preach badly,
lawyers make blunders in the causes which
arc intrustcd tothcm, doctors diagnose their
patients’ cases erroneously, even the British
workman, if one may judge from the per-
formance! of tho plumbers, carpenters, and
the like with whom one comes in contact, is
not always be and reproach. It would be
strange R cri cc were found infallible. I
claim no such quality for them; only that
they are commonly honest, fairly competent
and, under circumstances the dimculty of
which the public can hardly judge, do their
work as well on the average ssthosclwhc
follow other trades—Alfred 1. Church in the
Nineteenth (hutury.
Thou tho Band Played.
One day not long ago some friend asked Dr.
C. G. Davis why he was obliged to wear
glasses. “Well, I‘ll tell you,” replied the
doctor. “Years ago I injured my eyesight
shooting dear. I was reckoned a remarkable
shot and could bring down a deer with a
ride as easily at 1,500 yards as at twenty
yards. Deer hunting was my favorite pas-
time, and my wonderful marksmanship was
a marvel to every one. One day I was out
with a hunting party when we came to a. lit-
tle knoll, or rise in the ground. About a
mile away across the prairie we could see
three deer drinking at a stream. Pretty
soon one of the deer left the others and came
toward us. When he was about 1,500 yards
distant I took steady aim and fired.
“To my surprise, the bullet took no appa-
rent effect, and the deer came steadily on.
At 1,000 yards I fired again, with a like re
suit, and, to my chégrin, I failed to bring
down the beast at 500 yards. I fired a fourth
time when the deer was 100 feet from me,
and the animal fell in his tracks. Why didn’t
I hit him at 1,500 yards? Well, because I
couldn’t see him at that distance. I thought
my eyesight was failing, and that is why ]
wear glasses.” It took a good hour of hard
work on Dr. Davis’ part to bring his friend
to after this recital, and the man went away
with a dazed,.pained xpression of counte-
nance, while the orch tra discoursed a bean-
tiful Scotch melody—in other words, “The
53:6 played ‘Annie Laurie? “—Chicagq Her-
Potion;
In certain people patience has wcomplished
V its perfect work. “Why, she was such a
patient woman ” said a son, culcgising his
mother, “that she’d let me eat eighteen hot
pancakes'as she fried ’cm, and thengo and
mix another batch!” Whether such long
sufl'ering is altogether to be desired would
probably be disputed by the dyspeptic.
A Quaker one day driving through I nar-
row lanemct o yonng'man, who was also
driving. There was not room enough ‘for
them to pass each other unlem one should
turn back to' a point where the lane was
broader. _
' “I won’t make we for you!” cried the
young man, “See if do!” ,'
“IthinkI am older than thou,”snid.the
Quaker. “I have a right toexpect tli'ceto
turn about.”
“Well, I won’t!” resumed the other, and
pulling out a new per, he began reading.
The Quaker ccttl back in his chnir,nnd
placidly contemplated the ‘ .‘ .
“Friend,” said he, finally, “whcnthouhcst
road that paper-,1 should be glad K then
wouldst loud it to me.” ‘ ‘
This calm assumption of ability to wait
indefinitely was too much for'tho y'ounrunsp,
:md he yielded his point. ~Youl1‘c Comm
on. ' , .
J Lin. Thought MW
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lawn-mfg?!» can 1'46 ”ml!”
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Tom Thumb’s Widow.
Tom Thumb’s widow, who will not consent
to exhibit herself at museums now, passed
through the city a few days ago. Seated in
an easy chair, to reach the seat of which the
need of a cricket was absolutely necessary,
the diminutive lady extended the hand of
welcome, and, with a smile, shook her head
as her visitor gave greeting to “Mrs. Charles
Stratton.” “N 0 longer Mrs. Stratton,” she
said, “I am now the Countess Magri, and this
is my husband. the count.” The gentleman
thus introduced was a handsome little fellow,
whose years and whose inches are almost the
same, for the crown of his head reaches only
the level of an upright yard stick and his age
is but 39. Mrs. Stratton-Magri — if the
double appellation may be used—is 47 years
old now, and she stands a head—that is to
say, a liliputian head—shorter than her hus-
band.
“We were married only four years ago,”
she said, “and I notice that many people still
find it hard to separate my name from the
general’s. He, poor man, passed away six
Years ago—Boston Journal.
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Interested People.
Advertising a patent medicine in the
peculiar way in which the proprietor of
Kemp’s Balsam for coughs and colds does
is indeed wonderful. He authorizes all
druggists to give those who call for it, a
sample bottle free, that they may try it
before purchasing. The large bottles are
500. and 81. We certainly would advise
a trial. It may save you from consump-
fion.
At present prices it is estimated that the
ivory collected by Emin Pasha would be
worth a million‘sterling.
Perhaps no local disease has puzzled
and baffled the medical profession more
than nasal catsrrh.‘ While not immedi-
ately fatal it is among the most distressing
and disgusting ills the flesh is heir to, and
the records show verv few or no cases of
radical cure of chronic catarlh by any of
the multitude of modes of treatment until
the introduction of Ely’s Cream Balm a
few years ago. The success of this prep-
aration has been most gratifying and sur-
prising.
Acave discovered near Chico, Cal., is '
said to rival the famous mammoth cave
ofKentucky.
The Arab who invented alcohol died
900 years ago, but his spirit still lives.
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An old-fashioned New- England pump-
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a rare dessert in these days.
In the matter of speed there is a great
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ve used Paine's Celery Compound and it
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Spring medicine means more now-a-days than it
did ten years ago. The winterof 1888—89 has left
the nerves all faggad'out. The nerves must be
strengthened, the blood purified. liver and
bowels regulated. Palne’s Celery Compound—
flu- Spri ug nu-diciuo of today—docs all this.
as nothing else can. Prescribed by Physicians,
[teammuanded by Druggists, Endorsed by Ministers.
Gauu-untmd by the Manufacturers to he
. The lest
Spring fliedicine.
“in the spring of 1* S": I was all run down. i
would get up in the m ruing with so tired a
feeling. and was 5‘. weak that Icould hardly get
around. I bought a but tic of Painc’s Celery Com-
pound. and bs-forc i had taken it a week l felt
very much better. 1 can checfully recommend
it to all who need a building up and strengthen-
ing medicine.” 'Mrs. B. A. Dow, Burlington, Vt.
um TED roan ”mm 1...... perfectly-
The Physician’rfilwrm.
BRIG’GS’
HEADACHE-:—TBOC HES
——-——FOR—
[SICK HEADACHE, I
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ITS——
Nervous, Billions or Congestive Forms.
This Remedy is the Prescription of
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one of file leading Physicians of Paris
France,and was used by him with unparalleled success for over thirty years,
and was first given to the Public as a
Proprietary Medicine in 1878, and
since that time it has found its way into almost every country on the face
of the Globe, and become a. favorite remedy withfithousands of the leading
physicians. Medical societieshave discussed its marvelous success at their
annual conventions, and after their oficial chemist :hcve analyzed if and
found that it contained no opiates, bromides, or other harmful ingredients
quietly placed it among their standard remedies.
TESTIMONIAL.
. L. R. BROWN, M. D., l
23 West Jersey Sn,
Enznam, .N. J ., June 28th, 1889. I
This is to certify that I have used for some months with much satisfaction, the combi
nation of remedies, for Headache,
c h ’ ' ll such as cfiect'Nervons
In re “dub“, 53°53“); will be the means of bringing it to the favorable attention
with, and if this
sufferers from that trouble, I shall feel that I
known as Briggs’ Headache Troches.
The remedy cure
Women than'anything I am aoquainie
have done them a service. ‘ ,,
- L. B. BROWN, M.'D
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If you will only try it.
able remedy for
thins ”‘i
and all throat and lung diseases known, and.
will cure where other remedies fail. Such
is the universe} testimony.
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In all uses of
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iii brings instant relief. It cures incipient
f
5' CONSUMPTION
It relieves the consumption in the last
stages of the disease.
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If: not do not fail to procure a bottle imme-
diate] . Once tried it will be your household
rem y. Use it persistently in small doses,
when troubled with a cold, and in twenty--
four hours you‘will be cured. '
i
For sale at all druggisis in N orwalk and
South Norwslk.
p Three sizes: 25_ conic; 50 cts.;.and
75 cents; the largest size most eco-
nomical, as it contains double the
quantity of the 50 cent bottle.
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Norwalk Chronicler