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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - April 10, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio AVol. XI^X. TVo. 15. #1 Ir*er Year. IinnioHoHes. ' f 0 mcHlcst floMcr! I recall flie grac« <K one wlio loved end KatlioreU thoc; For thou art now tlie only trace That briugH her mim >ry back to me. The imniortelles all w ithered lie Tliat oiicp, like anowilaKeB, rharmed my gaze; The only flowers that never ■lie Arc memories oí ha;ipy duye! Ahw! 80 changed with year* wc grow— Ko 80011 arc ulooin and lieanty o er, W# might poftt by aa<l never know Tlic utcc that haunted us of yore. Lila’s River hurries on each hour. Ami tnma to new 8<‘enc8 evermore, And leaves behind some c.hurikhcil flower, To faite on Time’s receding siiore! Time, take theic crumbled flowers and sever The l«Ht emiearing charm for me; But in my heart O leave forever The immortelles of memory! —[WanhiiigUm Von Dnzcn. . BEWS ARU ROTES. Mm. Kate Chase, fonnerly Mrs. Sprasrue, bM taken n bouse in the Avenue dti Uois de Boulogne, in Paris, and iiroposes to live there for a time. ^ Quotbe a philosopher: Do not let ad-▼emitjr discourage you, lay sou. Were It not for the kicka which it receives the fooU btill would never get up in the worhl. Tlte rejiort that Helen Tracy, the actress, married a meiiiber of llie “Silver King’’ Companv, in lyitiisvillu recently, was untrue. The victim was a woman from St. Louis. A freshly airived in Paris correspondent writes hack to bis American editor that “Mesfionier. like Victor Hugo, is passing the latter days of bis life amid the radiance of bis imuioitality.” It is well. A Vermont paper, titled TIie’Landniark, informs its readers, in a burst of indignant righteousness,' that no lady or gentleman, however costly or fasliioiiable their raiment, will Bit in a church and eat peanuts. John B. (tough, in his lecture at Utica, iUustrated tlie im;>orUince of faith in promoting hinnan happiness. “The only draw-back at a Imarding honse,’* he said, “Islhe want of coiiiideuco in n bat is placed on the table.” <3n a recent Sunday evening a Water-bury minisb'r astonisbod bis congregation when the fire alarm rang by saying be “hoped the gentlemen would not disturb the meeting by going to the tire, as there would be á grenter tire some time, which they would want to get aw ay from.” Mrs. Langtry bus sent to Editor Yates, of the London World, a tine photograph of herself us “l.ady Oruioude” in “Peril,” and takes pnrtieniar pnins to tell him that alter her provincial tour in England in the snmnier her “movemeuts arc very uncertain.” Kilt then the same thing may be said of Freddy. Kaiser Wilhelm wears civilian dress only while at Eins. As soon as he leaves it he puts on his uniform, and he always appears before bis people in brass buttons and mili-tpvy cap. Even at home in Berlin he dresses in uniform, and Itis palace is tilleil with military relics. The ixirtralts on the walls are those of Princes in uniform, and in the receiition salon there is a series of shelves (tovercd with miKlcls of cannons, rillcs, sliells und little wooden figures dressed in tlie difi'ereut military costumes all over the world. General Samuel Fessenden, of Maine, bad eight sous. Althuugh not connected with any college, he put them all through college, and, in addition, educated every one of them for a profession, and some of them made National reputations. These sons, in the order of their birth, were: William Pitt, Samuel C., Oliver G., Hewitt t'., Daniel W., Thomas A. D., Charles S. I), and Joseph P. Oliver. Hewitt and Daniel were graduated at Ihirtmoutb; the others at Buwdoin. Charles, Hewitt and Joseph became pbvsicians. and the others lawyers. William Pitt l'>88enden was Maine’s Senator, and was Secretary of the Treasury, Samuel C. was long a member ol Congress from Maine. Hewitt, Daniel, Churlos and Joseph «urvive. “Nothing in tnc paper to-day!” What’s tha’f Nothing in the paper? Nothing particularly interesting to you, perhaps; but idenly to interest the next man and a dozen others, I dare nay. “But 1 could do better myself.” Beg pardon, but I hardly think a trial would verify your assertion. Ydii remind me of the old lady who called on her piistor, and louiid fault becuuse bis sermons were not interesting, saying that she (*ould do bidter, and would prove It if he would furnish u te.\t. This be proceeded to do by giving out the following: “It is hotter to dwell in a corner of the housetop than with a brawling woman in a wide bouse.” “Ihj vou mean me, sir?” sharplv asked the old lady. “Oh, niy good woman,” replkd the paisoii, “you will never make a pisKi sernioiiizcr. You arc too qiiivk in >”M- • I' ■ I»    [JuHiier’s Jottings in the liome i^ontiiKl.OUT OF PITY. BY LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON. UisiiiHrck oil Foot in Public, [Dl»|mtth to th<j Ixindoii Standard.) rriiicc Hisiiiarck uiipcarod to-day on foot in tlic streets of Berlin for the first time fur inniiy years. Ho walked down Willielnirt-strtisKe andLeipsiger-etrassc to the Keielistn;? with his soii-In-law.. Count Kaii/uu, and was followed by a lai fry crow'tl, cheering continuously. Tlie Prince seemed much pleasetl at his cortlial recenlioii, and ii'licatedly thanked the people for their greeting, lie sat in the House during Herr vou Botliehcr’s speech, to which he listened altciilively, and then left without takiug part in the Site was just seventeen; the very youngest little bride that any one rc-mcmbei’(?d ever coining to reign at Arnwood Towers; the sweetest, daintiest little Lady Fielding that the county had ever welcomed. To herself it was all like a dream, it liad come so fust; it seemed as if all her life had lived itself in those six months; tho leaving her English school, and going out to licr father’s plantation in Ceylon, so prond to be his housekeeper and companion; the strange brief life on the up-country coftee estate. Then tiie young Eiig-lish striuigcr who iiassed through Lindoola, in his rather vague Avandcr-ings for adventure’s sake, and who was received and entertained at Holme Harcourt with the delightful oiNMi-haiidcd hospitality oí the colonies. And then the awfnl night when the sudden terrible stroke of cholera left her fatherless, and life seemed one great black void; aud the chaplain’s wife had been good to licr, aiui kept her from dying in despair; and Sir Harry Fielding had been still more g0(Kl; and then—and then—she was resting her poor little orphaned head on a hcHi't tliat was kind and true as her own fathers, and a strong arm was close around her slender waist, and the voice she liked alone to hear of all the voices around her was telling Iter she should pever know another sorrow he could guard her from. lie seemed the only real thing in all lliat dream-tiuic: the sad past, and the present that w^as so happy, but just as unlike reality. Was it really liersclf, simple little Xesta Har-conrt, that jicople were fussing over and i>ettiitg and welcoming home as if she had been a royal princess? Perhaps it w as as well she could not i-ealizc it, or her head iniglit have been turiKid. Why, had not the whole week Harry and she w’crc s|)ending with his sister, Mrs. Mos-tyn, to present Nesta to the country-siilc, been one TOund of festivities, of which she was the queen ? This evening they had all driven to a grand concert iu the county town, to hear a famous singer; and Nesta, in her wonderful giddeu satin gow'ii, rich with cmbroidorv and lacQ> with her eyes outshiuing the diamonds on her white neck, and her cheek flushed with its pretty shy pink, had been an attraction only second to the queen of song herself. She felt a little weary with the excitement and the happiness, now that they had reached home and Avcre having sup-I)«r in the great hall, for the concert nad forced them to dine rather earlier than usual. The house was crowded with guests, and they were all vehemently declaring that the night was hardly begun yet, and they me.aiit to liiiish it with a few games. The ftirniturfe in the blue drawing room was being hastily moved, and Nesta’s heart sank at the thought of further exertion; her head ached aud she was worn out. She would slip away quietly to lied, and leave Harry to make her excuse to Eleanor. Where was Harry, by the way ? She had not seen Irim since they sat down to supper, and he and that hcantiful Miss Traffbrd were talking in the doorway. A hasty search thi-ougli the nearest rooms had no result, and Ncsta stopiied by an oiicn door to glance in at the half-cleared drawing room. Two portly (lowagci*s were deep in con vcrsation,’thcir heads bent together lichiiid their fans; hut their voices rose above the music Eleanor was playing, and Nesta could not help hearing wiiat they said. “Gladys Traftord; yes, indeed 1” ,cried the black velvet gown to the purple brocade. “A very, very old love affair that, my dear. He and she were perfectly inseparable, and a most suitable match it would have been. The two oldest families in the county; his equal in position and fortune. I/)i*d Stourbridge’s estates are next hia, you know, and Glady’a is heiress to a great part.” What made Nesta’s heart give such a leap, and her feet feel 6))eIl-hound to the spot where she stood? Arnwood Towers was the only place near the Traflords. It was as if her whole lieing were strained to hear the rest. She never thought of eavesnlt opping, poor child; it was lifc-aud-death work to iter. “And why didn’t it come about,” asked the purple brocade. “Heaven knows! A lovers'tiflT, I supiiosc, or some such rubbish. It’s a thousand pities! a lady Fielding has always been at the head of the county society, and Gladvs Traflbrd is just made for the iwsit'ion, with her beauty and cleverness and talents. She has always been Immensely iwpular.” “And who is the girl he has married? She seems a nice little thing enough.” “Oh, a harmless sort of crcahire; Extreme Tired Peoling. A lady tells us “ibe first liottle bas done my daughter a groat di?til of goml, her foisl does not distress her now, nor does she suffer from that extreme tired filing which ^he did before taking Hootl’s fSursaparilla.” A second bottle eflected a cure. No other preparation contains siien a ooneentration of vitalizliig, enriching, purifying and in-vlgoialing properties as Hood’s Sarsapa-rillu. p{«k-ard-,RWt«    nothing more. She was a planter’s daughter in Ccyloii, or somewhere; and he was staying with them when tho father died. She was left quite friendless and destitute, and he married her out of pity. He was always a quixotic goose, Harry Fielding.” The «iwll was off now, and Nesta, white as death, was hurrying up the stairs to her room. There was a little sofa in a sheltered nook in the corridor, and there sat Harry—the missing Harry—and the woman he should have marricMi. Nesta 8})cd past, but as she fled she saw Harry bend his head to kiss the hcuutiful hand he was holding, and site heard his low inurninr, “If I had only known years ago, tilings might have been so diflercnti” On, on, till her own door closed behind her, and she gazed wildly round at the pretty ornaments that strewed her bower, as if she had never seen them before. Site flung the diamonds frem her throat and wrists as if they hurt her, and sank into a chair beside the quaint old ebony table, leaning her head, with its tangle of crisp brown hair, down on her folded arms. She did not shed a tear, but her brain seemed on fire. Beside her stood the tall vase of rushes that Harry and she had gathered from the lake only yes-tei-day. Wasn’t it a hundred years ago? “Never another sorrow he could guard her from ?” Well, it was true; he couldn’t help this; it wasn’t his fault, he had meant to do right; he had married her “out of pity’’When he loved another woman. It must be her oivn fault, not his; yes, because she W'as pink-and-ivhite, and nothing more; and she was not tall and stately and talented; and she ought to have known pity w asn’t love, only it had seemed so like it! “If he had known years ago, tilings might have been so diflerent?” Might they not still? What if she were to go away that very night, and never trouble him again? She had nota friend in the world except her old Brighton school-mistress; she would go to her and beg her to take her iu, and let her teach the little children. And jierhaps she might die soon; aud j Harry could be happy with the wornau he had always loved. Nesta felt as if death wouldn’t be long in coming, she felt so ill iioAV. She got up to fetch a time-table. Yes, the mail train passed through Middleliampton] at 1 o’clock; it was only 12 now, and thon^h she couldn’t very well nnderstamV the puzzling flgures, she thought it must stop at the little station just the other side of the park. She, drew her blotting liook to her, and began to w rite fast. A big tear or two splashed down on the paper, but she wiped them patiently away; it must be clear, that Harry might read it. “They say you only married me from pity,” she wrote; “I might have guessed it, iny darling, but you were so good to me that I never, never did. I can’t Diakc you free again; but it is lietter for us never to see each other any more, and ¡lerhaps I may die, and you can go back to the wonii.n they say you have always loved. I saw you just now, wlien you kissed her hand, and said things might have been so diflerent if you had only known her years ago. Yes, they would have been different for us all. God bless you, my poor, good boy !— yoti were not to blame.” Site jtaused and looked up. “What shall I sign it?’’ she said; “I am not his wife any more, for only love really makes a marriage.” Her eye fell on her little w’cdding-ring, its brightness scarcely tarnished yet. She stooiied and pressed her lips to it, gently, solemnly. “Ob, Harry, iny Harry!” she whispered, “if it "had only liqeii love, not pity!” She rose, and slipped oflf the golden satin gown, and put on a dark warm dress instead. “I must even go away from him in the things he gave me, she said, as she fastened her long fur cloak with its silver clasps. “I haven’t a single gown that was mine before I knew him. lie has even dressed me out of charity.. His pity has been more generous than other people’s love.” She oiietied the French window in her dressing-i’oom aud stepped out on the balcony, whence a flight of steps led down to the terrace Delow. She glanced back at the pretty room, with Its .Tapancse cabinets, and blue and white china, and the ebony tabic where the letter to Harry lay, with the light full ui)ou it, so that he could not miss it. Then she shut tho casement sharply behind her, and resolutely turned away. The moon was bright with a fltful brightness—now almost as light as day, now hidden behind hurryinii clouds—and it was bitterly cold ^ta drew her cloak tighter round lilr,and tried to walk fast,but she was desi>eratcly weary, and could only stumble along. Somehow the way to the little gate had never seemed so incomprehensibly long. Surely she could not have missed her way ? The moon and the clouds were playing such pranks that one toiild not be Kure, and her heart had l)ccn too full to notice all the turns. It was as black as Erebus now; a darkness that might be felt. Nesta took a few steps forward, then stup])od short, by some mysterious instinct, just as the moon shone out clear and bright onec more, its golden sparkle reflected as by a thoy«and broken mirrors in the waters of the lake w’hlch slumbered at her feet. A strange sharp pain shot through her heart, as she saw the very rnslieM Harry and she had been gathering yesterday. Yesterday? A thousand years ago; when she was happy. A wild thought flashed across Iter brain : she had wished to die: would it not be better for Harry aud for herself, yes, and for that other woman too, if she were lying under those cold, smiling waters iu a dreamless sleep? It was only a moment, her soul xvas too white and too brave for more; she recoiled with a start of hoiTor; but, ah! the bank was worn and smooth; her little feet slipped on the edge; she threw out her hands to stop herself, but the frozen grass slid through her Angers; there was one short, sharp cry, and a pale, sweet face lay still among the rushes in tho silent mooulight. ******* It was dark and warm and deliciously restful when she knew anything again. She heai-d Harry’s low voice before ever she opened her eves; and felt his clasp of her hand— Harma’s hand-clasp, there was no other like it any where—and thought it must be heaven, and was glad she had done with earth, since this w’as so much better. And so she slept agaiu. And when nexi she woke, she kuew that the clouds she seemed to lie on, clouds soft and billowy, were her own bed, nothing more ethereal; and site was aware it must be earth still, but felt it did not matter since it could be so like heaven, for Harry’s voice and Hany’s hand were there still; and she slept again, smiling gently. But the next firac ahe woke the hand and voice were missing, and only Harry’s back w as visible in the room beyond, as she raised herself on her pillows. And as she rose, she caught sight of herself iu the long Psyche glass opposite, and started at the reflection. For all her tangle of brown hair was cut short, and there was uo pink »nd white prettiiicss now, only great dark eyes and a small white face. And as she fell back on her pillows, lialf from surprise'and half from weakness, for she was very feeble, the bells burst out clear and sweet and mystical, in a perfect carol of exultant joy. “Christmas bells! Is it Christmas?” she said. “Why, it was November when I died!” Aud as Harry turned and hurried to her side, she smiled up at him, and asked again— “Christmas? Is it really Christmas, Harry ?” but he only bent to catch her in his arms. iShe yielded to his kisses; then suddenly she tried to push Ifiin fltim’UCTr “Harry, you must not—you must not!” site said. He saw the troubled look in her eyes, and knew that memory was coming back. “Yes, I must,” he said, “mv little darling, my blessing, iny life Í The doctor says I may tell yon all about it, for the* worry will hurt you more than the talking; and, oh! how I have waited for this time to come! It has Imjcii one long nightmare since tlie minute I heard your scretm, aud i*au up just in time to sec you sink.” “Then it was you wlio found me? Oh, Harry!” “Yes, you must hear it all. I came to your room five minutes after you must have left it, and there w'as the time table open, and your little note, bless it! [That tear spotted bit of pajicr will never leave Harry Fielding’s heart while he lives.] And so I just set oft’ for the station as hard as I could go. I had almost reached the park gate when that cry came—off to the right—aud I turned just iu time.” His voice broke, aud he bent his liead down to hers. “,Nesta, it was a lie, avile infamous lie, whoever told it. Gladvs Traflbrd and 1 were always dear old boy and girl friends; notliing more. 1 knew iny cousin Wilfred loved her, and I always thought she had something to do with his going to Australia, years ago. It was only that night she confessed to me that they had been engaged all these years, and Wilfred was trying to make a fortune for her sake. I told her I would soon put all that right; and then I scolded her for never having told me before, when I could have saved them both all these weary years of waiting. Nesta!”—for her face was hidden, arid she was sobbing softly—“you will not doubt me atraiii?” “Never, never, never! not if vou told me so yourself I But, JlaiTV, iu a whisper which scarcely reached his ear, “did you really marry me out of pity ?” “Yes, my sweetheart—the very sin-cerest pity for myself!” And Nesta never ashed any more PAIIIS’ FAVORITE DENTIST. the questious. It Wac the Spelllnc. (Detroit Free I’rei».] Not long ago a citizen of Michigan avenue had a small house to rent, und he got a paint brush and shingle anti hung out a sign reading, “To Wreiit.” Everybody who passeti by had a smile at the orthography, but it was tlii*ee or four days before the owner ventured to ask of a butcher: “Say, what on earth makes evory-Ixxly griu at the sign ?” "Why, it’s the spelling that gets 'em.” It was explained that the word “wreiit” was not exactly iu accordance with Webster’s latest, and the speller went away mumbling: “Well, if they are so very particular about it, I can change it.” And he did. Wltliiu two hours there was a new sigu reading, “Two Let.” From • ahop in P«nii*ylTania to Court of Frooro-Kvana* Luek. [Cleveland Jxsaaer.] Charles Howard, the lullliotiaire of Vermont, is to leave a million dollars to his niece, Mrs. Evans, the wife of the rich Parisian dentist Evans is already several times a millionaire, and this will l>c a pretty addition to his fortune, which is increasing at rate of huiuli*eds of thousands yearly. It is generally snp|>osed that he made the most of his fortune in filling teeth. But this is a mistake, as tho following talk with one of the oldest dentists in the United States, a man who was years ago connected with one of the imperial courts of Europe, will show: “Dr. Evans,” said the gentleman, “was born in Lancaster C^iuutj', Pennsylvania, and he started life as a jeweler’s apprentice in Lancaster, the same town in which Buchanan Wgan life as a young lawyer. Ho went to Paris as a dentist iu a few years. “When did Evans become court dentist?” “I do not know the time. He says, I understand, he was filling Eugenie’s teeth when Louis Napoleon came to his offlim for some dental work, and that here the two met, und from that meeting afterward sprang their marriage. Napoleon oAvod much to Evuiis in many Avays. You know ho saved the life of Eugenie one night as she loft the Grand Opera House, aud an attempt Avas made to assassinate Na-ixileon by tliroAvin^ hand grenades. He aftei-Avard aided Eugenie in es-capiiig to Englami, and Avent Avith her in 1870. At this time every one else had deserted the Empress, and she fled to Dr, Evalis’ house. The Doctor’s Avife Avas at the seashore, and Eugenio, dressed in Mrs. Evans’ clothing, Avas jtassed off bj’ Evans as his Avife, aud driven in his oavh carriage to the Norman coast. Thcncc they got a boat to England. “Dr. Evans,” this gentleman Avent oil, “Is AV'orth several millions, and ho has a grand palace in Paris. His of-ticc practice iu the Kitcde la Palx nets him probably $(50,(X)0 a year, but this is not hoAv he has luaiic the most of his money. When Naiaileon home at 1:30 yestenlay afternoon. II is with us ill influence tiioiigh not as a proprietor. Paxton has the commaiid of every ralhvay and rail way influeiuMi in England and abroad, except'the Great Western, and he is ill it heart and purse. One other larirc shareholder is to come in, and that is to be a bouse Avbich lias the jMiwcr of bringing a Aviiole A'olley of mlvortise-mcnts to bear upon the pajter always. The comiiiereial influence that Avill come doAvti iiiKtii it with the whole might of its aid and energy, not only in the city of IxohIoii but in Liverpool, Manchester, Bristol and Yorkshire, is quite Htuuiiiiig. I am tryiiiyr to engage tlie best ¡leople right and left, and mean to go abroad myself to establish that system Avheii I shall have fliiislied my little book. The A'ciiture is quite decided on, and I have made the jilungc.” The easiest, quietest aud surest wav to ctire a cold is to use Dr. Bull’s tough Sjrup. much of his money was made through Evans. Napoleou knew Avhat action Avas going to lie taken on public matters, aud he also knew hoAV this Avoiild affect stocks. If he could use his information in buying and selling he could make large sums easily. But it Avould not do for Napoleon to be coii-iiecicd with a broker. There must be some trusty go-between, added to a safe banker. Evans,! am told by good aul liorit}% was the go-liet ween, and his position as dentist enabled him to do it to the best advantage. He had access to Napoleon at all hours, and he was the only one avIio could take precedence over the Cabinet and every one else. He attended him at his toilet at 8 o’clock in the morning, and Avas on as close terms Avith Eugenic as with Ixiuis Naitolcoii. ‘One day Eugenic said to him: ‘Dr. Evans, at 11 o’clock to-iiiorroAV an order Avill be issued AvitlidraAving the' French troops from Home.’ Evans at once went to the broker and invested in certain securities Avhich he knew would be aft'ectHl. At 12 the next day, after the oi-der was issued, these securities went un like a shot, and Evans made $60,000. Of (;oursc, Eugenie came in for her share ol her pin money.” Von Bulow Bhowinic His Temper. tfisriin I.eUer.] Quite It thrill has been sent through the musical and theatrical Avorld by a sjieech made by the celebrated musician and com)K)8cr, Hans von BiiIow, on the occasion of an encore at a concert given iu the Philharinoiiic by the Duke of 8axe Meiiiingeu’s orehestra, under "Von Billow’s direction. Instead of repeating the applauded niece, Herr von Bulow orderetl tho band to play the Coronation March from the “Proi»hct,” which was executed to perfection. He then came forward and informed the audience lie had felt it his duty M) give them an opimrtuiiity of hearing the “Prophet” properly rendered, as he had heard it so dreadfully massacred at Hulseii’s Circus the iirevious evening. Every one seemed struck dumb by «uch an announcement, Ilcrr von Hiilsen being Iiitendaiit-fiencral of tho Uoyal 0|»era House, thus stigmatized as a circus. Various rumors are afloat as to the penalties likely to folloAv the maestro’s indiscretion, if not iiisnlt; but the great master’s excitable teni-l>crameiit and irritability ought jiot lo l>o overlooked in extcMination of it. The differences bctAvecii Baron von llnlseu and Herr von Bulow d.'Mc from the time aa Iicii the former op-IMjsed the performance of Wagner’s compositions in the Hoyal theaters. Dickens and the “Daily News.'* [rail Alnll Gazette.) At the time Avhen the Daily News is about to rebuild its offices tho fol-loAviug unpublished letter of Charles Dickens will bo read with interest, re-feiTing as it docs to the foundation of that ncAVimapcr: “I Avcnt (ho Avritcs) down to ChatAvorth myself on Saturday—left here at 12 at noon-got there at 9 :.S0 at night—left there again at 3 o’clock ucxt morning, aud reached A Woman of BiislneM. [Boaton Glol>e.] PouTLAXD, March ‘24.—A young Portland man is said to have been ensnared into .niatrimoiiy by a device which has tho charm of novelty. He is a handsome felloAv, and earns good Avagcs at his trade, and is a favorite Avitli the fair sex. One of his youiig lady friends, who has alAvays shown an especial fondness for liim, asked him iKiint blank in the course of a recent Sunday evening tcle-a-tetc: “Who are you going to marry ?” “You!” he said, jokinglv. “llcally ?” “Yes.”* “Shake liands on it,” the businesslike maiden demanded. The young man did so, thinking it the most amusing incident he liad cAer Imrne a part in. The young lady, hoAvevor, told her father lhat she and Mr. Blank were engaged, and the young man was iiiimetliatclj' Avaitctl un bv the interested parent, and has dcciAcd to marry the girl rather fhan stand a threatened suit lor breacli of promise. A Curious Optical Pliciiuniciion. The recent observations of Professor Tyndall arc interesting in the extreme. On opening the door of his cottage in the Alps on the evening of Her Colors. What are the <!o?or* «djc Wrta me wear? OI<t (ulU! True heart an<t honest mv ladr, Faithful, ontsuukeii uiul fiiirt lfeHnth;U ran ne’erbtoop lo fal«choo<l, Kycé that the heart’s truth share. (Ihi xuM It my luil\’s culor t What ÍB the color my lady wears? Fure goM! Pure as the well-rrie<l metal, So is my trtdy’s lieart: Not a base fecliiix alloys it. In it ’twoiild have ao part. Pure Koi«l la my lady’s color. —[Phil.adelphia Coll. Cl/KRJCNT FUN. A boom la spankiug is the most urgent need of the day.—[New Y'ork Journal El Mthdl has eighteen wives, and he (ocH into war as a mere paitime.— Hartford Post. Waiting for a rise—the young lady who hangs on a strap in a liorse car. —[LoAvcll Courier. Our tenth assistant bookkeeper saya tliat as the ruler is bout the ledger ia ink-liitctl.—[Ncav York News. It is somewhat paiadoxical that the man Avhudocs the least talking in Congress is tailed the Hpeakcr.—[.Indge. Proctor says that Jupiter is in the same state now that the earth avhs iu 4,0U9,(KX) years ago. I/ct’s st'e, Aviiat slate was that, Ohio ?—[Oil City Derrick. A person aa Iio refuses to disclose his name has given Yale Collc;^ $50,000 for a dormitory. It is jiossi-ble tJiat the donor isaii cx-policeiuun. —[New York Journal. “You can lend a horse to the water, but you can’t make him drink,” .says tltculd saAV. Yon couldn't make somo men iliink, either, if you took Ihcin to a hydrant.—[Burlington Jlawkcye. “Ah I” sighed BroAvii, “this life is full of disapi>ointiii(ints.” “Y'es,” re-)»li(id Fogg, glancing siguiticaiitly at Mr«. F., *‘antl some disappointments arc full of life.”—[ Boston Transcript. Wliat a shoi’king preacher onr small lamp on the wall behind, jected on the fog outside, and reiiiid his head a himinous circle or halo, Avithoiit color, which proved to bo an artificial rainboAv. vou his k no AV.”—[ Bloo m field the Said Pasha, Tiirkev, rcceÍA'c.s an aiinnal $45.(K)6. This is $.-),(XIO a ye Grand Vizier of salary of ear for the This he succeeded in repi’oducing j    t„    fM-rtorin,    mid by means of a copjter boiler, frem !f|o.(K)0 for being coiiiitclled to live In wliicli stcuiii was let out into the cold air to form a fog, and the light of the lamp behind the head to replace the sun. With un electric light the circular bow Avas very distinct and shoAved signs of color, its outer circumference being red ami its inner Turkey to perform tlieni. Ami it doesn’t seem a cent too inncli, either. -Norr. Herald. “Genius,” says MatthcAV Arnold, “is mainly an affair of energy.” T'hen sarcastic people Avho haAC been cans- bine. M01XM.VC1-, the eoneepomUng '‘‘“''J’    to    Mr.    Snllit^n    as » Loo oo....    t?    Ihistoii    gcmiis ani’t so far out ol the secondary boAV Avas seen beyond it, with its colors reversed. To those who may Avish to make the experiment ill an incxpen.sÍA’c way, Dr. Tyndall recommends a spray of spirits of turpentine and petroleum. Tennyoon Taking His Beat. [From the Lunitnn Times’ 'March IS) Keport of I’roceedlwgs In Parltaineiit.J Baron Tennyson, of Abhvorth, In tho County of Hussex, and FreshAvater, in the Isle of Wight, took his scat Avith the accustomed formalties. The noble lord, Avho wore scarlet and ermine robes, was introduced by the Duke of Argylc and the Earl of *Ken-mare, (Lorti Chamberlain,) ami attended by the gcnUcman usher of the Black Hod and Garter King-at-arms. The reyal letter patent creating the title having been read by the clerk at the table, the iicav peer took the oath and subscribed the roll, alter which he was conducted in the usual mauiicr to a scat on the Baron’s bench. Having remained there a fcAV moiiients he Avas escorted through the House to the Lord Chancellor, who shook hands with him, and he then withdrew to the robing-room. Among tho fcAV itccrs Avho were present during the brief ceremony were lAird Balfour, of Burleigh; tho Earl of MilltuAVii, Lord Beauchamp, and Earl Ducic. A Model Scholar. [Pall Mall Gozettc.j A girl named Alice Akennar, age fourtetMi, the daughter of a laborer, has just completed her education at 1.4inglcy School, Bucks. She has never mi^bcd being present since the school Avas opened since tjctober 4, 1875, and in (Nmipleting her 3,451 attendances is siiitl tojnivc Avalked t),OIK) miles. She has pas.sed every stand-urtl successfully, ami in the throe subjects ill tii’Ht grade draAving obtained “Kxcellcnv pHzcs in freoliiiml and model, as also in the three stages of the sp«icillc subjects, literature, domestic economy, aud animal physiology, and in one stage in physical geography, 8ho bus also obtained tAventy-six other prizes for good attendance, sculpture, scAving, knitting, etc. A man named rbapiiian, at Springfield, Ohio, was so badly frixiittiied by the storm, Tuesday night, that he fell dead just after reaching bis home. The Connecticut liiennial Sesslcn Legislature Bi 1 has passed the two housee of the Legislature. •‘KGUGU ON RATS," clears out Rats, Mice. •5c. gcmiis Avay after all. If a 8nllivuii slugging match isn’t mniiilvan aflair of energy, Ave don‘t kiioAV AvJiat it is.—llawkeyc. A lloston firm adAertlses a Itookof dialect poems, “Avritten on the rail.” Dialect poets liaAc accumulattHl so rapidly Avithiii a fcAV years that Ave are not surprlsctl to hear that one of them has Wen ridden on a rail. He may consider hiiu*iclf lucky that he escaited the tar and feathers.—[Norr, Herald. A man iu Maryland has presented a bill for $100 against the otate of a deceased farmer, for “visiting him aud praying Avith liim during his life time.” The claim shonhl not be al-loAved until the deceased can be bear'd from. It is not certain tiiat the $100 Avortii of pravcrs did him a particle of good.—[Norristown Herald. “I will kiss the lips of the man Whom my burning soul rcA’crcs,” hisses Ella Wheeler, through her set teeth. (New set, gold plate.) All right, Ella, don’t make so much noise about it, and stick up your bill. Don’t hurry, lake one of the long, lingering Emma Abbot kind; reconl about 4:15 ‘4.—[ 1 Iuav keyc. “Why, my brethering, e\'ery young mtUi wiiu is going to prea<-h thinks he musilae off to some college and stuily a lot (?r Greek and l>atiii. All iion-aeiise! Allwrtmg! What did IVter and Paul kiioAV about (iirck ? Wny, not a word, my brethering. No. Peter and Paul preached in the plain, old English, and eo’il I.”—[Christian at Work. A Gonnceticnt Yankee has iiivcnte<l an air-giin Avitieh he claims will tiiroAV eaiiiionhall> fourteen miles. It «trikes us that his air-gun is an tnfriiigeinent or. a Western cyclone. If the Western l>aiHM stlou’t exaggerate, the latter will throw a two-siorv hon«c twenty-foiir miles, and the roof of a burn «till further; ami the cycluiio “«catters” more than Ihc Yai**lwte’s iuA'entioii, too.—[ NorristOAv it I lerahl. U))on the rÍA-er in front of the clly of Portland, tJregou, recently, a flock of ducks Averc seen catching tish. A croAvd of hungry gulls, Avho could not diA’c, Avcre oil tho watch, and the moment a duck came to tho surface the gulls strove to steal its fish. In most cases the duck managed to flip tho fish doAvn his thront. When a gull did get a fish from a duck all the other gulls chased him and tried to share in the spoil. Khods Islsml elected Bourn, Uepuhlloan, Governor. Tbe joint vote in the L<*glsla. ture will be: KcpubUcana. W; Deinoerafs, 14.

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