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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - February 25, 1986, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol.    —TVo. S.CIIVCmi^JÍLTI, TIIUiri^DA.Y, FEI3H1J^»Y S5, ISSG. !Per Year, At Wakinit. 1 bore <l€K(t Ixive nnto his (rrave hencalh a willow, in winter’s rain. Wtieru iie nilKlit feel tlie liranches wave, And bear mo if iic woke again. One witlicrc'l rose tree on his tomb I plaiit'c^l. so tliHt. by iiii'l by, If be should w.ike. the rose inight bloom, And I should know, an 1 hear him cry. 1 acckcd his breast with rosemary. Laid on his lips one violet, 91iaton<-e he kiss«idi I (Innk if he bbould wake, he will not qaite forget. I set a crown alwnit ids brow, Thcr.rown affcelion weaves and wcare; At wakmicbc wiil liardly know, 1 fear, whose diadcin be stiaix‘0. I placed a lily in bis hand— bcoptrc of ills dead fovereignty; At waking, will he iindeistand bo placed it llierc, to biouui or die? I laid my heart, that for his sake Kctiiuiiibers now no ol<l sweet atrain. Close to liidoar; ln>, if lie wake, rerrhance may tune its string* asttini If he slnuld w.ake! Till death be deftd, Till life iM-gin, and deoi) be past. Till on hU oreast lie lav tliy head. Ami fluw-ers ncgln to niisoin at lost— O soul, rcmeinbcr! test by thee That uiiknowu sweetness lie forgot Which now thou lookesl for.^nd ho Bid thee ‘Depart! 1 know thee not.” NOTKH AND NhW8. An Augusta ( Me.) lady bag ordered a set ét false leVtli for her old iiony. Ex-Attornev General Hiewgter is recoT-eriiiK fioni biH lute severe illness. Andrew C'unieiiie, the Pittsburg “Ircm King.” is quite ill at a New York hotel. General Hancock was one of twins, the survivor, a brother, living in Minneapolis. Cnptain Jnliu Brown, ot Rusbvllle. Ind., celebrated bis ceuteiinial birtbdiiy Sutur* I day. Canada is uliout to lose Goldwrln Sniitb. He wants to take a lairt in English politics. John Rtmsell Yonn^ is aeain spoki^of a* the coming niiiuaging editor of the New York Herald. henry Ward Beecher will lecture in St. Louis n -xt month for the henelit of the Grant .Moiiuineni Fund ot that city. The latest Georgia won.Icr reported is a pieoftof marble, the vdiis of wbiou form • perfect outline of a wuinun's figure. John Sherman will be sixtv-ihree in May. John A. Logaii is at least a year older, but does not appear to be niueh over fifty. It is said that the uaino Dakota is an sbbreviation ot the Indian word *‘Pa-ba. oota,” meaning ‘‘many heads” or “plenty.” Eugoue Field, “Bill Nye” and James Whitcomb Reilly are g<nng on tbe r3ad together, giving rcactuigs from their own work*. The Nashville Methodist Publlsbing House has sent out over thirty ihousand copies of Sum. Jones’ serinons witbiu lour months. Qcorgc W. Childs sent $100 to the Baltimore fund fur a uioituineiit for Francis Bcott Key, the author of the “Slur Spangled Banner.” Theodore Thomas has ined bis right arm so much in oonduclin; bis orchestra that be 18 said to be threatened with a new kind of paralysis. s A Minnesota iuvention.ls a machine for pulling flax ill the ti I I #» kind of fl ix bar* vester wui king with opeiiiug and «huttiug hooks or grippei S.    * , Elder Thomas Parker Dudley, of Lexing* ton, Kv., Is said to be tJje oldest Baptist minister in America."lie is niuety«ipur years old, blind and very feeble. Captain Boycott, whose experiences originated the term ‘‘Boycoitiug,” has been ap|K>iiile<l ai^ent tor the Flixtuu Hall ea> tales of Lord Waveuey, iirsutfolk. The heulib of Arabi Pasha is said to be Bufferiiur seriously from the damp climate ofCeyloii, which presents ro striking a contrast to the dry climate to the Nile Vul> icy.    i. A Congressman was besought by some one in his district the ctlier dav to require the United Blutes .Minister at Rome to send the writer, by mail, a living Italian queen bee. The late George L. Lorlllnrd made it a point for a long tune to give away about forty tbousaiui dollars a year to persons ol merit whom he knew would be benefltod by gifts. Tbe trnnsposition of quotation marks in a recent niUbical uatulugue caused the follow ing uuiuundiiig aniiuuucumeut: “She ileuvcd a Sigh in E flat for thirty«live cents.” Moody and Saiikey are drawing auoh immense crowds in New Orieana that the Wiisliiuginn Artillery ilail where they have ibcir meetings will not begin to hold tbe throngs. Tlio oldest member of the United States Senate is Ju<«tin 8. Morrill, of Vermont, who is seveiity.six years of age. Hio youngest. John 8. Keiiua, of West Virginia, tbirty>eight. A Kansas man w ho went to Washington last fall, and with good endorsement, applied for a Post Office, is said to be sawing wood iu the nuvy yard und trying to earn enough money to get home with. George Cary E.;glesioii has suoceeilod Henry Heiiley as inuiiagiug editor of the New York Commercial Ad^veriiser. It is rnniored that tbe paper is for sale and RicliarU Smith, of Cntciunali, has hia eye on it. A Glasgow chemist b; s found that at about 86 degrees centigrade ibe flesh of animals, suuU as mutton, oocomus so exceedingly hard that It rings Ilka poroeiulu when struck with an irun instrument, indeed crushes by tbe blew ol a bummer into a fine powder, in w tiicb muscle, fat, and bone areluteriningled. The Portland (Ore.) Evening Standard (Dtiiiocraiie) uns siikpciided publication. 8. H. Pettingill, tbe proprietor, attributes the failure to the tact that tbe Dt^mooratio leaders refused to give it tlieir support. J08IAH D.kVl8’8 TKOUBLES. Josiab Davis, North Middletown, Kv., writes: “1 am now using a box of your Henry’a Carbolic Salve upon an ulcer, which, for the past ten days has given me great pain. This salve is the only remedy I have found that has given me any ease. My ulcer was caused by varicose veins, and was pronounced incurable by my medical doctors. 1 tiod, however, thut Henry’s L'arbolio Salve ie tffectiug a cure.” Besare of imitations.SOLITUDE. A SINGULAR STUDY BY GUY DE MAUPASSANT. It was after a bachelor’s dinner. The party had been very meriy. One of the gucsts-ran old friend—asked me: “Will }^u walk home with me by the Avenue des Champs-Elysees ?” And wo started down the long promenade, walking slowly, under the trees which were as yet scarcely clad with their spring foliage. No noise, except that vague and everlasting murmur «that Paris makes. A cool wind breathed in our laces; and the legion of the stars sprinkled the black sky witlrdustof gold. My companion said: “I can not tell why, but I can breathe freer here at night than anywhere else. It seems that my tboujrhts become larger here. At times there come to my mind those siiiirnlar gleams which make a man Ihink for a second that he has discovered the divine secret of things. Then the window closes again. That is the end of it.” At intervals wo could see a pair of shadows gliding along the line of trees, or we would pass by a bench where two beings, scaled side by side, made a single silhouette against the night. My companion muttered: “Poor tilings! They do not inspire me with contempt, hut with an immense pity. Among all the mysteries of human life, there is just one thut I have been able to penetrate. It is this—that our whole siifiering in life coincs from the fact that we are eternally alone, and that all our efforts, all onr actions, are inspired by the desire tocseai>e from this solitude. Those folks there—those lovers sitting on benches in the open air—are simply trying like onraclves, and like all living creatures, to get rid of their isolation—even if it is only for á miii-ntc. But they rcmahi-they will remain always alone, and wc also. “We can perceive each other more or loss; we can do nothing more. “For a long time I have endured this abominable torture—the torture of having been able to learn, to discover the frightful solitude in which I live—and I know that nothing can change that solitude—nothing, do you understand? “Whatever we strive to do, whatever wc manage to accomplish, whatever be tlic aspiration of our hearts, the appeal of our lips, the embrace of our arms, we remain always klono. “I asked you to Mike this walk with me to-night so that 1 might not be obliged to go home, becanse I suflVr horribly now froin the loneliness of my lodgings. What good yrlll it do me, Iwoiitlor? Now I am speaking toyou ; you are listening to me; and still we ai*e both of us alone—side by side, but still alone. Do you understand me? “‘Blessed are the poor in spirit,* says the Scripture. They have the delusion of happiness. Those people do not feel our miserable solitude. They do not wander through life, as I do, feeling no other contact but that of elbows—no other joy than the selfish satisfaction of comprehendiiig, seeing, divining and eternally suffering from the knowledge of our endless isolation. “You think I am slightly crazy, don’t you ? “Listen to me 1 Ever since I first felt the solitude of my existence, it has seemed to mo that I advance each day.,further and further, into some dark subterranean place, whose sides I can not feel, whose cud I do not know, and which, perhaps, is without end I 1 advance without any companion, without anyone near me, without feoiiiig that any other iiving being is following the same shadowy path. That subterranean way is Life. Sumetimes I hoar sounds—voices, cries. I grope my way toward those vague uoTses. But I never know exactly froth whence they come; I never met a soul; I never feel another hand in the bfack-ness that surrounds inc. Do you understand mo? “Sonic other men have also divined this atrocioiia suffering. “Musset cried out: Who comes? W ho culls met None, 1 am Hluue.—’Tis the hour that strikes— Osolitmlel O wretchedncMI “But with him, It was only a passing doul't—not a positive certitude, as it is with me. Ho was a poet—he |>eoplod his life with phantoms, with dreams. lie was never truly alono. 1—1 am alone! “Gustave Flaubert, one of the greatest of unhappy men of this age, because he was also one of the most lucid, wrote to a woman friend this despairing plii'aso: ‘Wo all live in a desert. No one person understands any other person.’ “No; no one understands anvbody, no matter what may bo Ihonght, or said, or tried. Does the Earth herself understand what is going on among those stars up there, scattered like seeds of fire through space, so far away that we can discern the light of a few only, while the innumerable multitudes of the others is lost in the infinite, and nevertheless so relatively near to each other that they may form one whole, like the molecules of a bod y ? “Well, a mau kuows just as little concerning what is going on in the mind of another man. We arc still further away from each other than those stars—we are, above all, more isolated, because thought is unfathomable. “Can you imagine anything more fi’ightfnl than this continual brush-ing-past-ns of creatures impenetrable by our thought! We love as if wc were enchained—close, close—our arms held out to embrace; yet we can never be niiited. A torturing thirst for union consumes us; but all our efforts remain sterile—our self-abandonments fruitless, our confi deuocs uséloss, our caresses inijio-tent, onr embraces vain. When we wish to mingle together, our rush to each other only results in bruising ourselves against each other. ‘T never feel more utterly alone than when I open my heart to some friend, because it is then that I best understand the insiirinountuble barrier between us. He is there before me—that man;—I sec his clear eyes upon rnc! but his soul, the something that is behind those eyes,—I know nothing about it. He is listening to me. But wliat is he thinking? Yes, what is ho thinking? Yon do not understand that torment? Ho hates me, perhaps? or despises me? or secretly mocks me,—eh? Ho reflects upon what I say; he judges me; he rails at me; he condemns me; lie holds me to bo tiresome or stupid. How find out wiiat he thinks? How know if he loves mo as I love him ? How know what is going on in tliat little round head? What greater mystery than the secret tliought of a fellow bciii f? —the hidden and absolutely free thought, which we can neither know, nor master, nor drive, nor conquer? “And I—in vain have I striven to give myself wholly lo another—to open all the gates of my soul; never can I yield myself up. I keep within, at the very center of my being-that sanctuary of the Ego into which none can enter. Nobody can discover it, nobody can look into it—because nobody else is exactly like me—because nobody unilcrstaiuls anybody. “Do’you yonrselt even understand me at this moment? No, you think I am inadl You are watching me—you are on your guard against me! You are saying to yourself: ‘What has got into him to-night?’ But if, some future day or other, you should find yourself able to fully divine, to fully grasp the nature of my horrible and subtle suffei'iiig,-then como at least and say tome: ‘I have understood you’—and you will make me happy, for a second, perhaps. . “But women especially cause me to perceive my solitude. “Misery! misery! How much I have suffered througli them, because they have often,-much more,often than men,--given me the illusion of not being really alone 1 “When one enters into the doinaiu of Love, one seems to grow larger. A superhuman felicity nils yoiir being. But do you know why? Do you know the reason of that vast sensation ot happiness? It is simply and solclv because one then imagiues he is no longer alone. The isolation, the abandonment ot the human creature appears to cease. Oh! what an error! “Woman, woman, far more tortured than we men are by (hat eternal need of love which gnaws our loiiesoin3 hearts—woman is tho great Lie of tho Dream. “You have known the dcHciousncss of those hours we pass face to face with tliat long haired being, whose Icatnres bewitch, whoso look makes us delirious. What madnoss then deludes us? What illusion carries us away ? “She and I, we are to become one, it seems, by and by! but that by and by never uomes; and atter long weeks of wailing, of hoping, of deceitful joy, the day comes when I «uddenly find myself much more alone than I ever was before. ‘•Atter each kiss, each embrace— the isolation becomes vaster. And how torturing it is, how trightful! “And then, adieu! It is all over. After a while one scarcely recognizes the woman who had been everything to us for one moment o< our lives, und whose secret tliought we have never been able to read—a thought, commonplaoe enough, no doubt, if one could know it. ‘•Even ill those honre when it would seem that iu the myslcriuus accord of two beings-In the complete intermingling ot all desires and aspirations—one could descend into the very depth of another’s soul—one word, one single word, reveals to us our error, and betrays, as a lightning flash ill the night, the black and unfathomable gulf hetwcen us. “And nevertheless, the best thing in all this world is to pass an evening with tho woman you love—withoui speaking at all—feeling almost per-tectly happy in tho simple feeling that she is there. Never ask for anything more than this Joy; for two beings can never mix togeiher. “As for myself, I have now closed the door of my heart. I no longer allow myself to tell any oñe what I believ^ what I think or wliat I love. Knowing myself forever condemned to hideous solitude, I observe things without ever giving niy opiuiou. What matter to me opinions, disputes, pleasures, beliefs? Being nnable to share anything with anybody, I have become Indifferent to everything. My invisible thought remains unexplored. I always nave certain commonplace phrases ready as answers to the questions addressed me every day, and a smile that means, ‘Yes,’ when I will not even take the trouble to speak. “Doyou understand me?!’ *    « a a %    # We had ascended the avenue again as far as the Arc de Triomphe; then we had retraced onr steps, hack to tho Place de la Concorde; for he had said all these things very slowly, together with many other things which I can not now remember. He stopped: and, suddenly extending his arm toward the lofty obelisk of granite (towering above the Paris pavement, to lose its long Egyptian profile among the stars) a inuiiuniont in exile, bearing on its flank in strange graven signs tho history of its country—my friend cried out: “Soci we are all like that stone 1” Then he left mo without another word. Was he drnnk? Was he crazy? Was he speaking the truth? Ido not yet know. Sometimes I think he was right—then again it seems to me that he must have lost his reason. A WONDERFUL CAVE. A Ballad of I'oara. BT JAMES N. HATTnKWS. “The tears I slieU must ever falU” Low muanoit a mother, as she kept A niiichtly viKilover alt Her huuseholct hlols, as they stept; The storm came down against the p me, She heari!, far pCT, strange voices cull. As still she sobboii. in drear refrniti, “The tears 1 tb;:d muit ever fall,” “ t ho tears I shed mnst ever fall,’* 8iglie«l one—an ajfi*il mau—who stood Beside a tablet, Kray and tall. Far in achurchvard’s solitude, Tbe Piist burned back unou bis brain. With dreamsof bliss beyond recall— Poor soul I he wAispered thro’ his paiu, “The wars I shed must ever fall.” “The tears I she<1 must ever fall.” A hiinKry, houseless exile wailed, Aa o’er him. from a festal hall. The lights of toy and splendor trailed; He wept—his weeping was in vain. For death itself could not forstall The anguish of his cold refrain, "The tears I sJied must ever fall.” “The tears I shed mnst ever fa’l,” A lone girl sang, and singing, lieotrd The waves bjatoa the dim sea wall, In inouriifni melody and wcini; Tho niglu ennght up the plaintive sf.rain, As. folding royud her. a pnll, It radiea tTlho dull refrain, “The tears I shed must ever fall.” ’ —[The Current. MRS. HANCOCK’S PLANS. To Kemain at Present on Governor's Island. [New York Star.] Although still iieiTous and weak, Mrs. Hancock was stronger yesterday than she has been at any tllne since the death of her husband. AiObiyaid iday not sleep very well on Sunday night, and did not arise until late yesterday morning. £he was not aWe to go about the house, but sal in Bcr room all day. Mrs. Morriam and Mrs. Bou-vier were with her all day. Dr. Janeway said she was improving, although slowly, and he hoped she would soou rally from the shock. Colonel Wm. Ludlow and his wife, vi’ho came to Governor’s Island on hearing of the General's death, returned to Philadelphia yesterday. Mrs. Hancock will for the present remain in tho residence she had occupied with her husband since he took command of the Division of the Atlantic. £!arly next week she will remove to the house of Lieutenant Eugene Griffin, whoso wife is General Hancock's niece. Her home will be with him in the future. General Schofield will probably take command of the Division of the Atlantic Lefore April 1. He has signified his intention of ultimately cofning to Governor’s Island to live, but desired Mrs. Hancock to remain in her late home as lonir as she wishes. By the death of General Hancock Lieutenants Lemly, Griffin and Dap-ray, his alds-dc-caiiip, will no longer be. on special service. Lieutenant Griffin is at present engineer ot tiii^ Atlantic Division, and will remain for sometime at Governor’s Island, but he will soon petition tho Seoi’etary of War for an assignment to some more active position. Licutoiiaiits Lemly and Dapray will be engaged lor the next month in assisting him to arrange General HauuockA special papers. After that they will probably be a.ssigncd to other posts iu the regular service. A Whitu lloiiSH 8tory. [Baltimore American.] The President is evidently waking up to the idea that as yet ho has made 110 appointmenls for himself at all. The other day a Congressman from one of the Middle States went to the White House to ask for an appointment. The President received him cordially as ho does all tho Congrcss-men, but when tho visitor began to talk about appointments tho President gradually began to cool, and finally cut tho visitor short by asksng what he wanted. “Only a Chaplain iu the army,” was the reply. “Look here,” said tho President, ‘don't you think it is about time that tho Admlnistrution should have some ot the offices itself?” “Well,” replied the CoiigressiDan, undaunted, “there are two Chaplains, I’ll take one and the Administration can have the other.” “No,” replied Cleveland; “the ministry is a good place for tho Administration to begin with. I think I’ll take them both.” Use “Hehman’s” Poultry Food, a Condt* tloner for Poultry In foueral; will make your bens lay, prevents and cure* Oupes in young cbickeu*. Prios 20 and óúo. Q. Hebman A Son, prop., 6 uuU 11 'd ator st., Ciuciunati, 0. Deicription of » Great Natural Cavern in Texas. [Galveston New*.] Thirty-nine miles northwest of Brackett, In Kinney County, is a wonderful hut comparatively unknown cave. Its entrance is a rent in the solid limestone rock that underlies this section, 20 by 4 feet, and is situated near the summit of one of many similar hills, perhaps two hundred feet above the surrounding valley. The main sluift of the cave begins with a sharp descent of several hundred feet, and extends in nearly a direct line, at varying levels, for fully half a mile. Apparently, in the tumultuous upheavals which lifted these hills from the surrounding level a great opening was left, and from its roof immense quantities of rock fell into the center of the cave. A solid, irregularly arclicd roof has been left, 100 to 200 feet from the original floor. The mass of rock upon the floor is from 20 to 40 feet deep, and makes progress difficult. A few hundred feet from the entrance begins tho largest chamber or amphitheater. This inagiiificcut space is more than 300 feet in width, gradually narrowing at either end. In its center, upholding tho grandly arched roof, is one of tho grandest columns of stalactic formation ever seen. From floor to ceiling it must bo lully 175 feet. Just above tho fallen rocks it is 2qO feet iu circumference, ^id at the upper end periiaps 150 feet? There are several of those columns of varying size supporting tho roof. One fallen column, broken in three pieces of six to ten feet each and nine feet in circumference, shows ihoir solid structure and might serve as models for tho broken pillars of the Acropo lis. From the side of this largest gallery, and at right angles, reaches a passage from ten to twenty feet in height and varying width for a quarter of a mile, This passage is Upon a levol with tho original floor of the main shaft, and its ceiling hasn’t fallen, but is now incrusted and boje weled by innumerable and wonderful stalactic fornuitious. Near tho iarther end of this gallery is a spring ol delicious pure water oozing from the rocks and making its way in the same mysterious manner into the rocky heart of mother earth. This side chamber is called Spring Arbor, and many exquisito specimens of talactitcs have beep carried from it^ «ttrretng to the Cathedral,'as fho gallery of the column is called, we proceeded to explore tho main shutt. A beautiful cascade, porhans twenty feet high, has been formed in pure white limestone, as perfect and suggestive in execution as Jack Frost himself with a New England waterfall. All tho sides and ceiling are incrusted by the most delicate and intricate workmanship iu stone. Here the work of Uie little coral is emulated ; there tho delicate tracery is so fine and translucent that it is difficult not to ascribe it to frest iu its most delicate and varied mood. One expansion of the passage is filled with a score or more oí stalagmites from two to ten or twelve feet iu height, grouped as so many inouu-nicnts of the dead. Tho sides and ceiling arc of exquisite workmanship, a fit setting to the solemn and beautiful scene within, which irrcsl.stihly leads one to «peak in low tones and tread softly, as if on sacred ground. Upon the wall near is suspended some ctrui>cry in stone that would be tho admiration and despair of a scul|)tor. Double and triple folds of stalactite, a quarter of an inch in thickness and a yard wide, hang thirty feet, with no support except Ireiu almve. Beyond this is perhaps the most exquisitely beautiful grotto of the many which seem incomparable. Celling, walls and even floor are covered with a fretwork of dazzling brightness, which reminds one of the flne'st work of the silversmith, or again the window work of the frost. Here ami there ceiling and floor are united by columns as clear and transparent as crystal, and nature’s magic, hidden from the glare of day and the noise and distractions of man, has wrought her most intricate and beautiful workmanship. A candle placed as far within one of these groups as the arm could reach illuminated a wonderful fairy bower, shining through all tho rich tracery of stone. Language can lini'diy paint to imugi-uution the beauty of the scene, and one would love to sit for liours and traee delicate outlines and exquisite details.__ _ Capacity of i lie Krapp Work*. * [M. D. Coiiwnjr, in Harper’* for March.] In the Essen works there are 1,553 big ovens, 439 steam boilers, 450 steam engines (representing together 18,500 horse-power), 1,622 machine tools, 82 steam hammers, 21 roiling trains—involving a dally consumption of 3,100 tons of coal and cokeby tho 1,648 furnaces, whose draught is through chimneys of which one is 280 feet high, with a diameter of 30 feet at the bottom. The daily cousuinptiou of water —brought from tho Ruhr by an aqueduct—is 24,700 cubic meters. There are 1,778 steel lamps and 7}{ cubic meters of gas have beeu used annually, though this quantity had just been diminished by the introduction of electric lights. Tiie work ceases only on Sunday and on two or three holidays. The production is enormous. When tlie Emperor Williaiii visited the place in 1877, Mr. Krupp caused to be set before him the productions of a single day: 1,800 rails, 160 wlieel tires, 120 axles, 160 railway wheels, 430 railway wedges, 1,000 bomb-sliells. The dally capacity of the works is much morn: 2,700 Vails (two and a half miles), 3.50 tires, 150 axles, 180 wheels, 1,000 wedges, 1,500 bomb shells. In a month they can produce 250 ficld-pieces, 30 5.7-1 iich cannon 15 9.33-inch cannon, 8 11-inch cannot', 114-inch gun—the weight of the last being 57 short tons, its length 28 feet 7 inches. It is one thing to read these figures on paper, decidedly another to travel among the objects they represent, and witness their extent, their vomitings of flame, their harnessed immensity and to hear tlicir voice. The Crests ofGr*;ut Itien. [Chiengo inter Ocean.] Tlie crest which Secretary Manning introduced at the recent dinner party and which I described last week, has created quite a sensation because of its striking originality and the significance of the motto it bears: “An eagle docs not catch flies.” General Butler’s crest is a gobio., bearing the legend, ‘‘Comine jo Bouve,” while that of Senator Ingalls is an open eye, the words in Latin, “He wins wlio is awake.’’ General Logan has ro-cewtly adopted tho prevailing fashion and his note paper now beats the very jiretty design of a calumet across an Iiuliaii war bonnet. This device will he apt to revive tho old stories about tho General’s Indian ancestry, although ho boasts of pure Irish blood. Senator Sawyer, who is the wag of tho Senate, is thinking of following the example of other geiillcmcii in this respect, and jokingly says ho proposes to adopt, as the most appropriate for his profession of lumberman, an embattled saw log on an emcrahUpine forest, with a pair of engrailed bobsleds upon the dexter chevron. A Ilcligious Affjir. [Ark.'inguw Traveler.j “There was a very sad case in the Police Court this morning,” said a lawyer to his wife. “A girl was arrested lor stealing a lino lace veil. The woman who owned tho veil came to court, and, with hearlleis-ness, persisted in prosecuting tho poor girl. Tho Judge, however, would not allow himself to l>e iufiuenccd, so he released tho girL” “She did not prove that she was innocent, did she ?” “Oh, no.” “Then why did the Judge release her?” “Well, be said that he had no right to interfere with religious matters.” “Religious matters ?” “Yes, he said that the laws of the land grant to every woman the right to take tho veil.” The woman did not reply for several minutes. Then she said : “1 know a woman who married a fool. I’m the woman.” A Disturbed Sleeper. [PitGburg Comiaercial Guzutte.J When a Florida darky makes tip his mind to take a good square rest and settles to it, it is like reviving a corpse to get him on ids feet again. On one of last summer’s warm days “Mose” crawled under an orange tree, and placing liis hack to the trunk prepared to enjoy himself. The colored parson came up and hailed him. “Heyar, hcyar 1 What you gwine ter do’?” “Res’.” “You’d bettah do you wuk. Isc gwliie on ; I’ll be bak ter night.” Toward sunset the parson rcpasses and sees Mosc still under the tree— goes up and shakes him—“Hcali, heah; git upl” Mose, half asleep, mutters: “G’way frnm dar, Blindy; din I foch you pail ?r water las’ Satidy ?” Patti’s Half Brother. [BoKonUrenlng Reconl.J Adelina Patti left Ettore Barili, her half brother and fiist teacher, to die in want in Philadelphia and his body to go to the potter’s field. The body was left a long time in a vault at a Catholic Church in Philadelphia, and many letters and telegrams were sent to Patti, but she paid no attention to them. At last George W. Childs paid the expenses ot a decent burial for tho unfortunate man. Patti has very skillfully counterfeited some worthy motives and generous impulses in her time. Frozen Oraiijcee. fSavannah New*.] A company Is now being formed by Northern men for tlie purpose of manufacturing wine at Fairbanks, Fla., ana It is proposed that frozcn oranges be utilized tor this puriwse. Mr. Warner, who has had vast experience in the making of wines, says that a complete analysis of the composition oforaugcs shows that their properties for tcrmcnting are not iu the least impaired by being frozen. Captain Miiuhell, ot Um bark Antolnt Sala, New York and Havana trade, came-home in May, entirely belpleee wiih rheumatism. He went to tho mountain*, but receiving no Iwnedt, at bis wlfe’e request beaau to Uke Hood’s Sursaparill*. He immedtately began to Improve; In two mouths hi* rbeumatism whs ail gone, and he «ailed in oomutuud of hi* vessel a well man. Hood’s Sarsaparilla mil belp you. gold by all druggists. Jane. A little pi A With hair «-curl. Came trippiuz down tho lane; The violets sweet, Benenth her feet. All wiobed itieir name were Jane. The roses rod That tonched her head, Aa she tripped down tlie Line, Droppwl all their leaves. In liliiHhing sheiives. Because they cnviod Jane. The pretty birla In nature’s words. Sang ID the leafy lane Their niurniuK song. With some notes wrong. Fur watching little Jane. The loftv tree* Bent III he breeze W liich swept across the lane. And curtsied low. With stately sliow, To merry, little Jane. The very skv. With Arch way high A hove bhf in tho lane. To U'll vou true. Was lookiiiii bine, Bec.iasc it was not Jnne. —[Merchant Traveler, CURRENT FUN. Toe martyrs—People with —[Washington Hatchet. corns* It’s tough anyhow, no matter whether a man stuffs or starves.— [New York Morning Journal. ‘•You have a natural ability for acting, Gfeen. Whatever kept j'ou off the stage?” “Tho stage manager.”— [Tid-Bits. The city courts granted twenty-eight divorces yesterday. There ’is rather too mucli free trade iu this important industry.—[Phil. Press. The difference between a poor angler and tho fish he tries to catch is this; The angler baits his hook and the fish hooks his bait.—[Boston Courier. A teacher in one of our schools asked the class which w'as the longest day of the year, and promptly got the answer, “Sunday.”—[í5t. Albans Messenger. “Put., what toimo is it ?” “Oi don’t know, Mike, hut let’s guess at it, and thin, bcgorra, the mau as comes furthest off can go out to the kitchen and look.’’—[Puck. A woman at Pittsburg has had four jiBlliiNAi Mt in lier t«ot4i.    4f probably residing at aboaretlng hous€ where tough meat is a siHJcialty.— [Chicago inter Ocean. Fashionable women compiain of a lack of brainy men of affairs in “society.” What object could tijey have ill going, unless it were to give their brains a rest?—[Boston Record. How times do change. Frank James walked into a St. Louis Hotel last week and nobody held up their hands. On tho contrary, the clerk went through Frank.—[Philadelphia Call. Senator Vance, of North Carolina, is a wit, and Kuows it. He is reporteil to have recently met the beautiful Miss Bullitt of Philadelphia. “Ah,” he said, gallantly, “I heiud you whistle during the war.” Tho railroad companies want to lay their tracks with hardened sleci>cr8. One of the New Haven minister» says that Ills congregation has material ciiougli to set up a wliole parallel read. —[New Haven Nows. Lady visitor—I sujiposc. Mr. Swipe, you will soon go abroad to study the old masters. Mr. Swipe—Well, really, I am afraid that in tho study of the old masters I should forget my own individuality, and como to paint like one of them.—[Harper’s Bazar. They tell iu ix)ulsville of a citizen of that town who came to. New York roceiitiy and lived at one of the most expensive hotels here. He stayed four days and asked for his bill. “Fifty-ouo dollars,” said the clerk. “Gnesa again,” said the Kentuckian. “You haven’t soized my pile yet.. I’ve more money than thaU”—[New York Sun. T>o«<a ñánmt benators. [rkUa<h)|phia Time*,] All tho Senatocs were born iu the United States but ive. Eiiglaud fur-uislted 1, Scotland 1 and Ireland 3. New York produoed 8; Ohio, Virginia and Kentncky, 6 each ; Massachusetts and Pennsylvania, 5 each; Tennessee, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina and Vermont, 3 each; Delaware, Indiana, Illinois, Maine, Maryland and New Hanipsliire, 2 each; and Mississippi, Alabama, Iowa, Connecticut, Louisiana, Michigan, Missouri and Rhode Island, 1 each. All tke Southern Senatora were born South and all the No^hem onee are o4 the North, except Senator Hawley, of Connecticut, who clainit North Carolina as his place of nativity. Forty-one are serving their first term, twenty-seven their second, five their third, and three their fourth. Senator Sherman has just been fixeil for his fifth. Forty-three have no war record, twenty aervoil in tho Confederate armv, and thirteen were Union soldiers, ranging firom privato to major general, inclusive. Yon’ll And her iiniling mahi and «tar* Altbougb al tltnMilM la aot gay. Ami ahould Tou woodar whj jam mmS Thi* oonstaut imil*. r*«ord iMr imUu 8h« only iaushs iboM gam» to *ito«r. Whicb 8<»<Kluutmal.«s wSlto as snow.

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