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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - April 3, 1884, Cincinnati, OhioVol. XLI.—-Wo. 14. I*er Year. At tlM PlAjr. We Mt and looked on the ftittcring etage— The man that 1 loTe<i and I. We saw the aetora raTeantl weep. And loTC, and hath, awl die. The enrtaiB fell awl a tender joy Mr iMMeienate beiaa dlled: While orer it ail the mnaie awelled, yioatod. and ti^bbed dad tluiUed. Ami he—the nan that I lored ao well— Hr a ten<ler impuiM led. Told me a atory aweet and fond; Por 1 waa his friend, be aaid. lie aliowQil mo a pieiura (air aa day— Dear t;o«l! wliy aliouhl I tc'.l Bow orer all llfra hope and joy Deepair’a dork mrtain fell. And all amnnd the mirth went on— Ta me it aecma r' atrange, Sneh chanre eou. «come nato my llll^ And all the world not e!>ange. 1 wondere<1, aeina all their amilea, 1 with mr fcricf irone m.id— What all liieae fooliah women fowaé To make them gay aod glad. Awl when onee more npon the ataft The curtnin roae acaia. They yare their reatfjr amilea and taan To mimio lore and pain; Tet. hnd tliey t¡a.'.ed upon a aeene. With ayiniMtniea untaxe«l. From real llfe’a yreater drama, in That act between the acU. —(Carlotta Peiry. MKWS AND MOTKt. UTTLE DOT, THE CHILD T0CAIJ8T. BT MALOOLM DOUGLAS. DenmarKsent S,000,0(Ni eabbagea to New Tork last winter. Weatern Indiana believe that floods follow red eaneeU. ‘ Meeraohanm boa been discovered In some parte of North Carolina. Tonneasee* now baa thirtr-threo cotton milla, with 1,101 looms and 7S,877 apindlaa. A amnll boy wlio applauded in a Phila> delpbia court was dragged up before the Judge and fliied|5. General Simon Cameron has been greatly benefited by hia Southern tour. But he is glad to get back to Uarriaburg, Pa. Tbe plans of the great exhibition to take ]^e at Antwerp next year have been de-cided upon, and tbe work will begin next month. Boston musicians are heartily cotoperat-ing in the movement for erecting a mon* nment to the memory of dlatthew Ar> buckle. James Russell Lowell is said recently to have written to n friend in this country that he likes living in London very much, **ali but the living.» Speaker Carlisle reoeivee the largest mail ef any member of Congress, hlr. MorrU ■on, hlr. Randall, and Perry Belmont follow In tbe order named. A petition aignod by 30,000 Scotchmen agaiiwt tbe abolition ol the feather bonnet in the British armv is to be presented in Parliament very ahortly. **Gentl3 spring» finds New Uampehire covered with fonr feet and a half of snow on a level. The aeoson will lie backward, and heavy freaheta are feared. The London Medical Times aaja that a hundred deaths have been probaüy caused by carciesaneas as to dalrv drainage and water aiiiiply for one that is traceable to adulteration. Mme. Sarah Bernhardt is preparihg a new sen^tiou. She is learniug the organ with a view of producing a great effect in Lafoutaine*s ‘*I.a Servante,» which she will play six weeka hence. Keely, the motor nmn, wears a magnificent aoliuire diamond stud, and a solitaire diamond on his left little finger, drives a fast home to a handsome tup buggy, has jet black whiskers and hair, a bright black eye. handsome physique and draaaea faultlessly. Tho President of tbe Areopagus, tbe So-preme CeuiT of Appeal in Greece, receives 11,280 a yenr, the l^e President fLOSO, nnd the thirteen assistant Judges |870. The lower order of Judges get from fWO to $260. The Government admits that these salaries are inadequate, but apparently can not at present pay more. Baron and Baroness .\lphouae da Roths child were lately summoned from l*aris to London on account of tbe illnaoa of Baron ess Lionel. Tlie night express had Just gone, so a siieciul was ordered. Again, on reacning ( alais, the boat bad Just gone: again a speclnr Ixiat was ordered, and at Dover a apecial train. At Brussels lately an elderly portar, who bore nn excellent character, was sent by his employer to take some money to a bank. Ho did not re torn, and at lengtli bin vrife found hiH bodv at the Uor^e. IIs bad been found dying of corebraT npoplfxr in the street. It is surmised th.\t lie nod been robbed of tiis luoiiev and hud wandered aliout in great mental agony afmid to go home. The reluctance of the late Prince Albert to disburse money was only equaled by his eagerness to obtain it, according to tbs London Truth. It is nut generally known that be held the nominal post now filled by Count <il(‘U'hen fur many years, and, alihougli in receipt of an annual allowance of i3U,(jiM). lie regularly drew hli aalary oi il.'A'O as Guvcrnor of WIiidHor Castle down to the very lust huur of his life. Tbe value ol his estate has never yet transpired, nor ha\e file provisions of (he l*rince’s will ever Ik en made piihllc. It is not easy to understand why Queen Victoria should have iiuKle such a profound mystery of the mnltor. Itul it is a fact that the most stringent precautions were taken, and have Uen eontiniied, to keep eveiything connected With the l*rlnce*s property nnd its dls|)Osition a dend secret. PiTTsniRD, .Maos.,^pt. 28, 1878. Sms—1 have taken Hap Bitters and reo-onimrn.l ibeni to othera, aa 1 found them very beneficial. Mrs. J. \V. Tullbr, Sec. Women’s Christian Temperance Union “He^s a splendid card,” exclaimed tho manager, enthusiastically. “Is he, indeed r said Vance Raymond, rather abstractedly, as he fazed at the packed auditorium. They were standiug in the lobby of the Varieties. Raymond had dropped in lor a few minutes while making his nightly round of the theaters. Tbe manager, eager for a good notice in the daily npon which his companion served as a dramatic • critic, was making himself almost offensively agreeable. “The hit of the show ho emphatically affirmed. “You’ll wait for Iiim, won’t you ? He comes on next.” don’t know whether I can spare tbe time,” said Raymond, amoothing out the play-bill that had lieen crumpled up in his hand. And, im type which stood out bolder than tbe rest, he read: LITTLE DOTl Tlie Phenomenal Child Artist, in his wonderful character changes”—followed by more terms of a laudatory character, similarly extravagant. ' Raymond carelessly cast his programme aside and watched the two upon the stage. They were going through what figured on the bills as an “acrobatic song and dance.” Presently they executed a remarkable somersault that brought forth a cloud of dust, and made their exit, foMowe<l by the deafening applause of the gallery. In response they came out and bowed, and the stamping of feet and clapping of hands giwdually ceased. The quiet that fell unoii the house was broken by the tinkle of the prompter’s bell. The eyes of the audience expectantly sought the wings. The musicians raised their instruments and began to play one of the popular airs in vogue. “Watch him,” whisjiered the man- ;er. “A born actor, aud no mistake.” As he sp'ike, a little figure, clad in a black velvet suit with delicately s’tripcd pink stockings, appeared on the stage. A crimson handkerchief protruded slightiv from his pocket and an eye-glass oangled at his side. In his hand he held a light cane, which he twirled foppishly at intervals. Such a pinched, wan face he tamed toward the audience, as he began bis song in the yellow glare of the footlights! A feverish flush was on his cheeks and flis eyes sparkled with unnatural brilliancy. Raymond felt his heart grow soft with pity as he listened to the rare, sweet voice tliat to his experienced car already showed signs of breaking. “Poor little chap,” he mnrmurctl; “he’s scarcely seven, 1 should judge.” And somehow a tender thought of his two little chicks, dreaming {lerhaps of tlieir childish heroes at tine time, came to him. lie watched Little Dot tlii-ough tbe mist that had gathered in his eyes. Tbe song soon came to an end and tlie child disappeared, followed by the eiitbusiastio approval of tho audience. The manager joined in Uic Carpenter, Just acquitted of Ui« murtler of Zora Dnrns, mortgaged bis real eaute for |13,000 to get money to defend biinsclf. Major H. W. Hines, Buston, writes: “Sa-Biaritaii Nervine cured m« of fits.» |1 fiO. At druggists. applause aud turned to Raymond, his face beaming with pleasure. “£h? eh?” he said, delightedly. “Doesn’t he bring down the house? An infant prodigy, and all tliat, you know. ’Pou my word, it’s worth tho price of admission to see liim alone.” “Rather a fit subject for the Society r the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, I should say,” remarked Raymond, dryly. “For my part I hate your infant prodigies. They all ought to be iu their bcils at this hour cnjoy-iug tho sleep of healthful children.” The manager eyed him sharply. “Stuff and uoiisensc 1” ho grunted. Hien. In a more cheerful tone: “Just wgksn him thk next turn. His drunken man is something wonderful. I’m cauablo of criticizing that, you kiiow.^ And ho hushed tho chuckle on his lips as Little Dot—a complete mctamorphosis—staggered iu with a high silk hat crushed over hit eyes and a white handkeivhief hanging from his coat-tail pocket The drunken hiccough aud thick utterance with which he reiidei*ed the soug fairly convulsed the audience. When hd was through, ho waa greet ppl( “True to life, wasn’t it?” laughed ed with a terrific storm of applause. the manager. “Well, it ouglit to be; he’s had plenty of cliances to get points, goodness knows. His fatlier’s Whilcly.of the ‘StaiV wl»o are playing at the Globe this week. Go id actor, but boozes too much. That is whv no and his wife separated. It’s lucky she’s got the bov; he’s worth a cool $75 to her evcrv wcek.”^ Raymond listened with his eyes intent upon tho stage. Little Dot was reipoiiding to his second encore. When he fiiiishetl he was vociferously redcmanded. Again ho came out, and delivered a pathetic little recita tion that evoked Aesh applause. Raymond grew indignant “What a shame!” he muttered an-gilly. “They’d keep the poor little fellow before them the whole uight it they could.” At that mouicni Little Dot tp* red Arom the wings and raised his and to his lips. The pink glow on his cheeks had died out, and in its ilace was a look of utter weariness, 'he audience must have noticed it, for the house grew still and the performance proceeded witls the next act. Raymond buttoned up his overcoat closely and left the theater. It was a hitter night and the streets were well nigh deserted. The snow lay deep U|Mn the ground, and a raw, bleak wind blew the still falling fiakes remorselessly into hit face. In spite of all his efforts he conld not dismiss the peaked, wan face, from his thoughts. A picture rose before him of Little Dot, trudging his way back to tlie hotel in all the snow at an hour when other children were cosily tucked away in bed, and his heart was filled with pity at the contrast. “Poor little chap I” he said again, with a sigh. “I’U give him a good notice.” The next night found him at the Varieties behind the scenes. At his request he #as taken by the manager to tbe dressing-room that Little ^t occupied, and introduced to him. Tho child was with his mother waiting to “go on.” “It’s -the gentleman who was kind enough to write that notice about you,’’ she said to him. “You must thank him for it.” “Oh, it was you, was it?” he said, turning his big blue eyes up at Raymond. “You’re aii editor, ain’t you The awe with which he asked this question brought a'smile to Raymond’s face. “Not exactly,” he replied. “I write for the newspapers.” “Do you ?” said the child, eagerly. “How clever you must bel And it was you who wrote that about me. Thank you ever so much. You are very, very good.” He placed his hand to his forehead and held it there a moment. Raymond noticed it and looked grave. “Are you quite well?” he asked kindly. “Quite well,” the child faltered. “Only—only I’m a little tired, and— my head aches. Hurry, mamma,” as the call-boy appeared at the door; and, turning to Raymond, he held out his little hand. “Good-bye,” he said. “It’s time for me to go on.” Little Dot hastened with his mother through the dark and gloomy passage leading to the stage, and stood at a win^ waiting for his cue. His mother stationed herself near by to assist him ill making his changes. Raymond and the manager sought the front of the house. “I'liat youngster is going to be sick,” saiá the journalist with conviction, as they parted. “He looked half ill now. It’s too bad that snch a weak, delicate child should have to be out in such bitter weather. “Eh, what was that ? Sick, did you say ?” cried the manager, with alarm. I hope not—I hope not It might affect business, you know, if he didn’t appear. Ho is the strongest card on the bill this week.” Raymond curled his lip slightly at the other’s hoartlessness aud walked off. Someliow Little Dot interested him strangely. It might have been that be ragardcd the tiny favorite of the footlights with pitying tenderness tor the sake of his own children. The next night he raturncd to the Varieties, to find the fears he had entertained realized. Tho manager met him with a note in his hand. “Read it,” he said, with a scowl upon his face. Thus adjured, Raymond took it,and glanced hurriedly at the ooutents. It was to the effect that Little Dot was dangerously low with the scarlet fever, and, as a consequence, could not ])orform the rest of the week. ivords ho read brought up a vivid I'ecollcctiou of the two banes who had lain in tho terrible grasp of the scarlet fiend until only the great raother-love had won them back to life. A lump took possession of his throat. “Poor Little Dot,” he murmured. “I wouldn’t have had it hapiien for hundred dollars,” grumbled tho manager. “It places me in a deuce of a fix. It’s almost imjiossiblo to put any one on in his jilaco at such short notice.” “You’re in hard lines,’’ said Raymond, coldly. Something impelled him before he wcut to the newspaper office that night to seek tho second-class hotel where the child and his mother were stopping. Passing a florist’s on his way, he piuvhased a bunch of the creamy, full-blown roses that were temptingly displayetl in tbe window. These lie sent up to tlie sick r«x)m with his card and a request to know how the little tellow was. Presently tlie answer came—nol>et-tcr. Would ho go up? Mrs. Whitely would like to see him. Raymond followed the boy up stairs and softly entered the darkened room. The mother, with the marks of weariness about her eyes, came Arom tlie window where slic had been standing aud led the way to the bed. “lie was taken ill last night on his way back A*om tlio theater,” she whispei-ed. In a hoarse, strained tone, “i thought it was nothing but a cold and-and did not call iu a doctor. Rut he grew so much worse in the night that I had to scud for one, and he says it is scarlet fever in the most malignant form. Ho has liecn delirious nearly all the time. The doctor did not tell me w, and yet—I’m sure he’ll never get well again.” She gave a bitter sob, but her eyes were dry—her tears had been exhausted long ago,” “Oh, why doesen’t he come, why doesn’t he come?” She resumed her. place by the window, looking vacantly out at the wild, black night Raymond remained by tlie bedside and gazed compassionately down at the small face marked with livid spots. Near him stood a stand upon which his fragrant offering and several vials of medicine were placed. Suddenly tho little suicrcr opened his eyes with a faint moan. For a moment they rested ujnm Raymond and then wearily dosetf again. “Dad I” the parched lips formed. His mother approached the bed noiselessly and beut anxiously over him. “Yes, Dot,” she said, soothingly, “he will soon be here—soon be here. You won’t have long to wait now, darling;” aud looking up at Raymond, she continued, ifi a choking voice, “he wants to see his father. I have sent for him, but—but I don’t know whether he will come. He drank and—and we parted. God for-ive me, I have been to blame, too. h, do you think that he will come ?” llaymoud looked at his watch. The time lacked a few minutes of 11. “Yes, I am sure he will,” he said, pityingly. “He is at tlie Globe, I think. The performance is scarcely over. No matter how heavy an actores ^rief may be, he is obliged to disguise it sometimes and play his part. Yes, he will come, without doubt.” Slowly the minutes dragged by. Finally a faint knock waa heard at the door. She went and softly ojieucd it. A man entered on tiptoe. “Thank heaven you have come at lastl” she said. “I could not come before,” he uttered, hoarsely. How is he—better ?” She mournfully shook her head. He went and looked down at his child. His haggard face told of the violent grief that was raging in his breast. Raymond turned to go. He deemed the scene too sacred for hb presence. But the mother grasjicd kira by the arm, giving him a wild,*lll|iióft»y look. “SUy,” she said. “He liked you.” While his father stood there the the child opened his eyes and recognized him. “Dad!” he cried, stretching forth his little, hot hand affectionately. His father caught it, and held it in Ills cool palm. <‘Ycs, my boy,” he said, his strong voice treinDliug. “Give me a diink, dad,” he whispered, with difficulty. “Oh, dad,” with a pathetic moan, ‘I’m all burning up!” His father moistened hia lips with water. “There, Dot,” he said, with forced cheerfulness. “You feel better now, don’t j’ou? And you’re going to get well soon. Such good times we’ll have together when you do! We’ll ^    ■ The child interrupted pirn with a faint shake of his head. “No, dad,” he sakl, fixing his big eyes solemnly ujion him, “I won’t get well; and I want you to pfoinise me— promise me—” “Yes, Dot,” he said, with a groan. “That you won’t got—go^that way!” Ho looked steadily up. Ills father bowed his head, too Aill of anguish to speak. “That’s a good dad,” said tho child, fondly. “I knew you w'ould. You couldn’t help it, coiild you, <tad ?” Every word was a stab at the man’s heart Ho turned to Raymond. “For God’s sake get a doctor!” he said, brokciilv. “lie’sdying!” “No, no,” iiiterjioscd the ehild, hastily. “It’s too late—too late l Where’s mamma? I can’t see. I want her hand.” His mother came and hold out her trembling hand to him. Ills father gently endeavored to drew his away. “No, no!” said Dot, the words coming in gasps. “I want both—both.” Tie strove with his remaining strength to join them togcUicr. They saw what he tvished todo, and clasped hands. A peaceful smile lit up hia wan face. He said no more, and yet they iiudcr-stood.—[Tho Continent. A Bpteiidtd Dairy is one that yields its owner a good profit through the whole season. But he must supply tbe cowe with what tnoy need in order for them to be aide to keep up tiicir product. When their butter gets light in color be must make it “gilted;^» by using Wells, Ulcbardsou A Co.'s Improved Butter Color. It gives the golden oolor ol June, and odtjAfive cento per pound to tbe value ot tho batter. Silver Ooliuqge. [Philadelphia Kaoord.j There ie but one opinion asnong business men from Maine to Texae ae to tbe propriety and necessity of stopping the coinage of short-weight silver dollars. Yet Congress halts and duidtotea. lliere is an “interest» that would not find so ready a inurkes for its product if the United 8btes should ceast to be a purchaser. Neuralgic rheumatism is tbe hardest kind to treat The only way to get at it is to go right for tbe cause of it Tbe quicker you get your blood in good condition the less you will tufler in body and mind. Alhlophoros moves directly on the enemy in tbe blood. It purgei the vital fluid oi the poisons and acids which give rise to neuralgic and rheuroatio paina and inflammations. As soon os the work of cleans-ing begins you (eel tbs pain depsrüng, and by theUine that work it done the disease has fled. A MEXICAN BELLE. The “HebosA» aa m Meana of Shovrlog Hate, Respect or Love. [Chicago Times.] I received an invitation a few days ago to dine with “the belle of Chi-htiahna.” She received the name in her youth, but she bears it still, though now past sixty years of age. She lives in a suburban residence not far from the city of Chihuahua. Tho lionse is of stone. Fruit trees are in tho garden. Rare old wines are in the cellar. The table service is of massive silver aud gold that were beaten into shape by hammers. A harp was being played upon as I entered. and when I had passed the threshold I saw a sylph-like form in folds of soft drapery slowly retreating, while I reccivM a glance from beauteous black e>^8 that made my blood tingle. Tnen came my hostess. Her face is distinguished, and its strong lines are softened by her long wiiite hair. She had been sitting on a verenda watching the sun set behind the mountain range that towered darkly in the distance. As I approached I recognized her as an interesting woman. Her surroundings suggested culture, reiiiicmeiit amj simplicitv. Book oíimé within the house held works from Paris and Seville. Here was a picture of Humboldt, there a picture of Maximilian. On one side of the veranda is a quaint little gai--dcn with a suggestion of sleepiness and quiet. Roses grow there and chrysanthemums. Beyond arc broad rolling prarics aud the peaks of distant mountains. I strove to look through tlie plush haze about the peaks and then I looked at my hostess. Her countenance wore a sweet smile of welcome. And then we dined. At my plate was a rosebud aud iny hostess’ card, bearing her own autograph. I shall always believe that peaches and cream have a new and bettor flavor when eaten jRttfiiig tioyoyU When eaten    sq &ilflrffiir dren’gi umqueretnrmn oranges and naiianas and plantaina aud grapes are tlie more delicious. After the A'uit and the coffee my hostess spoke of her niece, and the young lady of the guitar approached. With her was an uncle, a Mend of long acquaintance. He bade me welcome, and, lighting a cigar, sat some distance away. We began talking to them, the young lady and I, and, as she was curious as to the northern customs, wo soon grew very friendly'. Noticing that she kept her rebosa lialf hiding her head, I asked her whjr she did so. “Gli!” said she, laughing, while the the dimples struggled with the roses ill her cheeks; “when the maiden covers her head with lier rebosa, that incans she hates the cavalier ; when she lets it thus, she respects him, and when she removes it, then, O, seiior, it means she lo-o-ves him.” Alas! tho rebosa did not fall. delphia and secured a seat in the smoker. I carried my gold in a satchel and placed it alongside ot me on the seat I had barely settled myself when some one tapped on the car window. I looked out, and there was the companion. ‘You have forgotten a package at Barniim’s Hotel,°he said when I raised the window. I felt for mv satchel and said, ‘No, I guess not.’ ‘Ain’t vour name Smith?’ he asked. I realized then that a game had been put up to rob me, and slammed down the car window. “At Wilmington I left my seat and walked to the rear door, looking for an evening paper. As I stood there I instinctively glanced hack toward the seat where my satchel lay. A man stood there looking at the satchel, and iust then he reached over and pushed •ack my overcoat I supposed he was simply looking for a scat, but as I starteil back he gras|>ed my satchel, and in a twinkling had tossed it out the oi>en window. As I rushed toward him I recognized him as the man X met in the Treasury. By this time the train had started and the man ran toward the front door, and I followed. He Jumiicd on the plat-torm and fell, and I followed aud met with the same fate. We scrambled to our feet at the same instant, and I overtook him, and, drawing iny revolver, pointed it at his head, and told him to surrender. ‘My God, don’t shoot I’ he yelled, and then broke away and ran. 1 took aim at him and flriMl, but the cartridge missed fire. I chased him, however, and tired four shots, and at the fourth he fell. He got up again and csca|)cd in the darkness. I don’t know if I hit him or^iiot. The station officer then came tip with mv satchel and I caught the next train for Philadel phia. T wish to God you had killed him,’ said the station officer, but I’m glad I didn’t.” NOTED AUTOONAPH8. How Princes and Other People Fig«iw «Over Their 8i|ptAtnrea. iLooUua News.] Tlie passion lor ooUecting fiaUh not close early. They want ««The Kid'a Fund.» [Cor. New York WoriO.1 Only one woman has reached the Cmur d’Alene Minea so far, and site has liad no less than fifteeiv men as an escort hauling her tent aud baggage over the mouutaia trail via Trout Ct*eek. She located in Eagle City, where the generous miners have presented her with a lot and built her a cabin, aud she scrapes iu a considerable quantity of gold dust in exchange for the comfort she dispenses at twenty-five ocuts a drink. Miss Finlay is the lady’s name, and she has a well-stocked bar. The old story of miners in the rough craving for woman’s society, and the crying of a baby, is here well exemplliled. So anxious are tliese good-hcartcd, rough specimens of humanity to induce tTic coming of females that they held a meeting a day or two ago and organized a new scheme which is original in the extreme. It is known as the “Kid’s Fund,” aud is to be, with accruing interest, the sole pro|Mjrty of the first white child, maleor female, of legitiniate parentage, born in the new mining camp. There has Ik>cu $4,730 subscnbed and paid into the fund to dato—said fund to be de[)0sited with the Unltetl States Treasury Department in the iorm of Goveniincnt bonds, to there remain until the lucky youngster shall have arrived at the proi>er age, say eighteen or twenty-one years, as tiie case may male or female. Should the child <lle before arriving at maturity, said fund to be used iu the erection of a monuiuont “to the memory of tbe first child born ill the Ccrur d’ Aleiie mining districts.” A Grab Air $tf,000 In Gold. [Pliilattelphia TiincB.J Paul Sctiinellp, a broker of 52 Roiith TJiird street, had an exciting adventure on tho railway station platform iu Wilmington on Monday evening. He left this city on Monday morning and went to Baltimore. During the day ho went to the Sub-Treasury aud left an order for 2,000 |L gold piccc.s. “I called at the Treasury,” said Mr. Schmclic, iu describing his adventure, “at about 3 o’clock in tho afternoon, and while standing at the paying teller’s window I noticed a young tellow watching me. Ho had a companion. 1 took the 5 o’clock train for Phila- good deal of both sorts of history may be got out of a really curious assortment of autographs to bo sold at the Hotel Drouot on the 8th of March, liere we find the Countess of Albany, wife, says the catalogue, of the Pretender, Edward 8tua^ writing about her lover, Allleri. The [loct only left her a tine library; not a very useful bequest to this lady. Again, we have a receipt of Aiiiyot’s, the translator of Plutarch, for his salary as Royal Almoner. Madame Sarah Bernhardt, with her device Quand Meme, follows hanl on the Bhhop of Auxerre, and “a fine military letter” of our own Duke of Cambridge keeps company with epistles from Charles IX. There is a letter from Coleridge (S. T. C.) containing a criticism of “the poet Gi'ceu,” while the collector may purchase a really pretty jioein of Victor Hugo’s in the miiistrersowii inaii-nscript. JLckaiii, tJie famous actor, banters a niodorii miracle. The first Napoleon gives a characteristic order (in 1800) that tho Queen of Holland, the Prince Napoleon of Holland, ana the Prince Napoleon Louis are each to be renieiubei^ iu the Budget to the gulden tuue of 120,000 franca. Letters from Rachel and. Richelieu, Russeau and that modern Sappho, Mile. Seudery, Marshal Saxe and the Duke of Welliiigtun, here they all are, Fti augo “leaves that keep their green, and bring th< famous writers very near to us. There is a good deal of satire, and a good deal of sentiment, in the pelLmell of such a collection as this, in the living words of so iiiaiiy and such various dead men and women. Breaking (4m Ice. I fiiftened tbe polished steel On tite snni; linle boot sbe wore, •ks we watche<i the bold rkstem curl and reel O’er the froson tide Iron» tlic shore. On her hetd wss a Icz. and a tirqtet ot fur Nestled under her dimnled chin; And we skinimeii nnd we gUdeO And ctirred and—ouUbted, Kersplasbl ana both tombleU in. My fnirv was fnt and fsir And she clnnj to nie like a vise— A siMised and tousled snd dripidnr pair. How we clutched at tbe ernckina tee! Her nrm squeeaed my throat like a buncmanV rope. Her matted hair mopped my face; At the bottom tbe ooae Got Into my sboea. And I longed for acbange ef bese. They eame with a biekerr pole And iSekete torn from the feuee. And threw us n tv|ie near our death-trap hele i?l..... heads And pulled hath her chubby arms through; With a tug and n roar They towwl u aabum. And we stuok to each other like fdue. I combed tne Ice out of my hair And she wrung her petti«vMts dry. And aii that they did was too oglo and atore, The men and tbe boys that st<M><i by. Crtttwhile she’d been timid nnd shy as a rose. But now the was ever so nice, And cliatted all day In With a loop in the end iuimeusc. n trice 1 had slipped the noose over esur In her poll-parrot war. For you see, we bad broken tin 10 icc! -[Life. GVBRENT rvm. The man who “found his level” was a car|>entcr, of course.—[Boston Commercial Bulletin. Mrs. Carlisle has already returned 750 calls, and yet the croakers keep on howling that this Congress hasn’t done anything.—[Boston Post. “kiss me as I fall a.slecp,” is the title of a new song. It might work all right with soine men, but it would wake us up.—[Burlington Hawkeye. ‘«It costs (he United .States |3,0(X) to bury a Congi-essmau.” If taxpayers were permitted to name tho sub^ts for burial, they would not objcet to the cost.—[Norr. Herald. The Early Cloaing Assodatkm of A Fable With a TartfiT Moral. [N. Y. 8un,l A Tin Can once succeeded in getting itself attached, by several frank and ingenious boys, to the tail of a fine Dog. The Dog started for Chicago. The Xia Can'started, too. They fared along together, not without considerable discomfort and apprehension on tho part of the head of the procession. The Tin Can, beiiijr empty, made much noise as it rattlcu over the rubble; ami at last the dog, slightly tiiriiiiig his head, reniHrked ill a mildly remoustratiiig voice, “It strikes me you arc a 20o<l deal of a nuisance on an eiiieaitloii of this sort.” Wherou|ioii the Tin (’an r«‘<l-deiied almost to the color of the tomatoes it had formerly contained, and retorted with «lomo licut, ‘«'i'hc sooner the break comes the bettor. 1 hereby read you out of tho Animal Kingdom I” lu this apologue the empty Tin Can does not represent the Hon. Henry Wnttersoii. He is one of the frank and iiigenious boys who tied it on. Tbe luliid depends for its health very largely on bodily conditions. The gtoiniy fears, the desiraoding views, the wearini’ss of soul that many coinuiain of, would often disappear were tbe blood made pure ami healthy before reaching the delicate ves-sela of tbe hram. Ayer’s Sarsaparilla puri-flee ami vitalizes the hlooii; and thus conduces to health of body and sanity of mind. General Graham, who '^mmamls the British Army in tbe Soudan, li a Major General, a “Sir» and a B.» He haa a long mustache and a Brri^tose. «‘ROUGH ON BATS,” cWan out Rats, Mice. He. moro time to improve their minds.—[Lonis-ville Conner-Jounial. Gentlemen find but one uso for tho uose. They use it to hang t'. ir spectacles on. But the ladies use it as a sort of hitching post when they tie on their hats with a piece of veiling. —[Boston TraiiscriiH. A fire broke out in a Louisville church during services last Sunday. It was with great difficulty that several of the congregation were awakened in time to save their lives. —[New York Graphic. It has been found that excessive reading of sensational dime novels will turn the brain.—[Ex. It was supposed (hat persons who indulged ill that sort of reading possessed no brain to turn.—[Norr. Herald. A fashionable journal says that “women all over the land are calling for more [lockets.” They should have them, fur they have drawn u[>on the men’a pockets for their ucccssities about long enough.—[Norr. Herald. Susan Coolidge, a poet, writes: “Every day is a fresh beginning, every morning is the world made new.” It is pleasant to think of this when one wakes up with ttm same old hcatlachc.—[New. Orleaus l*ica-yune. Brown is very abscnt-inlndcd, and it is not stranjre that he should tm it, but it made the uongregatioii laugh to hear him say, when he laid a quarter on the coatributiou plate: “Tickets, please—one out.”—[Boston Transcript. May is a proper month for weddings. The oyster seaexNi comes off at the ejid of Aiiril, and it is between bay and grass on ice cream; hence it is no obj<’ct for a young lady to further prolong an cngagcineiit.— [Norr. Herald. A certain eilitor iu Massachusetts always sIccim with his head to the nortli—not because he is superstitious at all, but bei’ause he cun look out of the window on moonlight nights and soejf tho sheriff is coming.—[Burlington. Free Press. Gray squirrels are so troublesome in Connecticut that the farmers are killing them in great iiumi>ecs. And yet you let an amateur liiiat^'h«|ii go out to shoot some for «[Mirt, and 1m* won’t see one. It’s Inst the luck the thing.—(Boston Post. HofMl's HanMimrillM    * Is «lesiu'iMHt to meet the wants of iho^ who iwuU a luwlluiuo to bulbt tin m »p, them Nil a|»is'tito, piirify their I»I*hkI, ami ull lip the lutti hint ry of thi4r lenlles. No other artlele takes hobi M the sy^toui awl bits exactly the s|»ut like IliHsrs Sur«»u|»A. rilla. It wurks like u»ii;;ie, reaching everr part of the h»iman Ixsly Ihnnigh the liluod, giving to alt renewed life awl energy. 91 a bottle; fix for93. An Approeiatlve Auditor. [N. Y. t'orainerclal Advertiser.] “Who is that maa applauding so vocifers otisly near tb« ftontF’ oakod • frtoinl of a theairlcal mniiager on tha first production of a play in an up-town theater. “That long-haired man with a ilght-oolored eoatf» “Yes.» “He—he's tbe author of the play.” Unleu the breath is like a spiey fsic, Unleu the teeth gleam like theUriven mow. There is no daiallng imlle or tender tale. Grateful to womsn’e eye or ear, we know. The tale would lou its charm*—the smile to gaunt, TUi b. jugUl Tnthia the speU of Sosodoal.

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