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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - May 13, 1986, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol.     TVo.    lO.CI?^CIXjV^TI, TIIXJKSr> A.Y, IVIYY 13. 18SO. #1 F*er Year, I Ijoved You Once. BY 1. F. M. 1 loved you once; but now, alas! Ttic fliinio u out, tlie hearth is cold. Love ro jid not leap the chasm set, It missed its punsosc, lost its hold) And in the pitot doubt it lell; Ab, doubt to love is love’s doatb-knell! 1 loved you once; but as a rose Fades fro.n its .Suininer into clay, And never more mav bloom the same. Solo’ie lies in its grave to-day. No resurrection may a»i>iro Fo raise again its dead desire. I loved yon once; you flmiir me doubt, And basely dealt uiitniili’s sharp thrust* How dcen the wound llic scar will show Where love is stabb-d thro’ iU own trust. You diiir its grave—then why regret? Tears bring not back the sun that’s set. NOTES AND NEWS. Lotta IS r.ow worlli |1,000,000. Dr. Iloiiues sailed last Thursday. Vermont haa no Slate Insane Asylum. Jobn C-. New is tiavellng in the Rio Grande. The Boston Thackeray festival was a success. The harbor of Duluth is still obstructed with ice. White robins arc attracting attention down East. Robert Grant, the aiilUor, will practice I law in Boston. Dorman B. Eaton is recuperating at ^Brattleboro, V’t. New Yorkers send out special invita itions for funei iiii. There are 1S0.030 oi iruiiized workingmen In New York City. A Canadian ñrm advertises champagne ‘m.nae from apples. The fund for a monument to l’éter ^Cooper now amounts to |l0,000. A manat Anniston, Ala., keeps white , rats, which drive off ihe others. Silm. J'lncs is to take a singer around Jwith him, E. 0. Excell by name. “Boy-caughted” is Hie happy way the Gallon Inquirer mentions a birth. The Welland canal enlargement will employ 2,000 Canadians tnis summer. Twenty-five dollars a pound has been offered for a six-iKiiind pug in London. Professor Sumner, of Yale, is at Atlantic City, liisheiilihis rapidly improving. Fifteen alligators fioin New Orleans are to be taken to liamburg, Germany, this weea. A Buffalo Court has decided that $10,000 Is suflicient recoin ;>en8¿ lor the loss of one's reason. The Anuer ol Bokiiara is dead. Ilis estate consists of a secuud-uand umbrella and 2S0 wives. General McClellan's book, it is intimated, will deal vigoiousiy with a number of politioinns. A Northwestern writer asserts that there are no venomous snakes in the entire State of Minnesota. Ilcnrv Clews, the New York banker. Is writing a book wUicii will tell of his career in Wall street. During the last three months 698 families, comprising 8,477 persons, were evicted from holdings in Ireland. Seven rrotestaiii cliurchcs In the most fashionable part of New York are for sale. All are costly structures. A Miiiucaiiolis man bought a house and lot a few years ago for $1,200, and the other day refused $165.000 for it. Andrew Carnegie has presented a check for $5,000 to the Western Pennsylviinia in-atitutiou for the deaf and dumb at Pittsburg. Professor Huxley has recently written that "government, by average opinion, is merely a circuitous method of going to the devil.” Jo-Jo Is the center of the new oil field en the Allegheny Mountains. When last beard from every shanty in the city was a saloon. C. K, Lord, the general passenger agent. Is said to be the best paid officer of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Company, Uis salary is $10,000. A new comet is reported to have been discovered by Mr. Brooks, of Phelps, N. Y. This secures the first Warner comet prize to the discoverer. A resident ot San Bernardino, Cal., is staggering through life under the weight of the oxprc'Oaive name ol Bogus, given him by bis not too discriininating parents. The prisoners in the jail at Helena, M.T., dug out through a brick wall one night, went to a saloon, captured a lot of whisky, returned to the’Jail and were found safe in the morning, but all very drunk. Tlie Boston Traveller says that to quiet a noisy canary it is only necessary to put in hiB cage a small mirror, when he will stop singing and look at himself with evident satisfartioii for hours at a time Professor Jobn Fisko, of Cambridge, Mass., is 44 years of age. At 6 years of age he began the study of Latin; at 7 ol Greek. At 15 he read Plato lu.d Herodotus at sight. At 17 bo began Hebrew; at 18, ganekrit Herr von Bulow, the pianist, has an extraordinary memory. At a recent series of piano recitals in London he played the whole of Beeihovei.’s tbirty-tbree sonatas, live or six cacli night; and be played them all from meinorv. The female of a pair of eagles which have been in captivity in Toledo. 0„ for six years, laid an egg on the 18ih of .March and another on the aay following. Then she began sitting on the eggs, and never left the nest until Tuesday last, when a pair ol eaglets were found to have been hatched. They are strong and apnareiitly Healthy. r».*    “    ' .-«gici rarely bneed in caniivity. A bo< I) to tuft ring bnmauity—Salvation Oil I Kiits all puiUk ' Price 25 cUh'a boitlOt ARABELLA CROWLE’S OHOST BY 8. A. WEISS. My sister Deborah had always had a fancy for the house—a gable-roofed, broad-porticoed old stone boose, standing back fvoni the street in'the midst of a square of garden and fruit trees. And so when, in driving past one day, we saw the notice “To Let” posted upon the front gate, wc alighted and walked up to the gi-aveled pathway to make inquiries. An old negro woman opened the door and showed us into the parlor, where the lady of the house soon appeared. She was a tall, slender and rather handsome woman, with bright, jet-black eyes and hair, ai.d a perfectly clear and colorless complexion. She explained that she was the owner of the house, and had lived here alone with one servant since her husband’s death, about two years previous. The house was too large for her use, and she desired to let the main portion of ir, retaining the wing of three rooms for her own use. The arrangement and terms suiting us, we soon came to an agreement, and in less than two weeks thereafter Deborah and I were quietly established in our new abode, a contented old maid and bachelor. Deborah was ten years older tlian myself, and had ever since my motherless infancy acted towards me a maternal part. We were in what is called independent circumstances. I liad a good business in the city, and, tinaing my comfort well cared for at home, haá been very well contented, and reached my foriietli year without having thought much uoon the subject of changing my bachelor condition. Nor did such a thought seriously • present itself until—I may as well confess it—until 1 had known onr landlady, Mrs. Arabella Crowle, long enough to come under the influence of her fascinations. Under other circumstances, perhaps, It might have been diflcrcnt, hut being thrown so frequently into her presence—seeing her at first nearly every day, in connection with certain proiioscd aiwngcments and ¡niprovcinents of the place, and afterwards so often meeting her about twilight accidentally in the grounds, which by mutual agreement remained oi>en to’ both families—it was not strange, I thoughit that wc should have been unconsciously drawn into a closer mutual interest than might have been the case under ordinary circumstances. She was not over thirty at moat, was clever and agreeable, and had many little bewitching ways and expressions, sometimes lively and sarcastic, sometimes pathetic and tender, which exercised over me a peculiar fascination, almost in despite of my own will. And so it came to pass that one evening in the twilight, after supi)er, I, with some embarrassment, ventured to broach to my sister tlic subject of my marrying the Widow Crowle. Deborah had never particularly fancied her, and she now swept her pet tortoiseshell tabby cat out of her lap, and looked at me aghast. “Gracious goodness, Oliver I Yon don’t mean to say that you really— that she—that you aro engaged to marry that woman ?” “Not exactly engaged; that is, I have never directly asked her to marry me, hut she knows—ahcni! there is what may bo called an understanding between us.” “Understanding!” exclaimed Deborah, indignantly. “In my opinion you’ve no undestanding whatever in the matter. You don’t uudestand that she’s an artful, desagning woman, wjio has probably from the verv first been planning and maneuvering to get you in her power. You don’t understand what her temper or disposition or history may be. Now I have heard things from the neighbors concerning all this which I scarcely cared to repeat to you, but which, under present circumstances, it is of course my bouudeu duty to inform you ot,” “\yiiat things?” I inquired, faintly. “First about her temper. She’s a termagant I Look at her eyes I and if you could hear her some days scolding that old black woman, you’d know her better. A nice henpecked husband you’d make I Why, tlie neighbors say it is more than suspected that her hnshand committed suicide by voluntarily takiii» the dose of morphine ot which lie died—driven to it by the life she led him. And she’s quarreled with all her relations— which is the reason she happens to be living so solitary and alone.” I pondered Deborah’s words. I came to the conclusion that I had been hasty and imptudeut, and had made a narrow pscape. And thenceforth I avoided Arabella Crowle. But she didn’t avoid me. Oh, no. On the contrary, she souglit me assiduously. She met mo around street corners; she waylaid me in the garden alleys; and finally she went to my office, and directing the clerk to say that a lady wished to see me on business, follotved him into my inner ofllce room, and there majestically demanded to know the late conduct. meauing of iny What could I say—or do? Only delicately suggest that she liad misunderstood my intentions. Only hint that though it would delight me to remain her good aim devoted frieud, yet that a closer or more intimate tic would scarcely contribute to the happiness of either; and that But here she intcrruptctl me. “Do I understand,” she said, looking straight at me with her black and glittering eyes, “that in so many words, in short, after all that has been said, afier ail our plans and arrangements in regard to the future, you now decline to keep your promise to marry me ?” “Pardon me; but there was no promise, no positive projmsal, on my part. A little fiirlalion such as ours ” And then she interrupted me again, and startled and appalled mo with an exhibition of that temper which my prudent and penetrating sister had attributed to her. I will not describe the sceno; I will not repeat wliat she said—except the last words. “You will find that I am not one to be trifled with, or to tamely submit to an insult. I will bo revenged I As long as I live I will haunt your life, and make you feel the influence of a wronged and insulted woman—” Here I must have smiled, for she added with a concentrated intensity of passion—“And even if I die before you do, I w’ill haunt you then 1 Remember my wonts, and he sure of it!” Then she left the office, and I never again saw her-alive. I saw her, however, in her coffin the day of her funeral, two days after she had dropped dead of heart-disease at a public concert. Deborah and I, with a few neighbors, rode to the cemetery and saw the coffin lowered into the grave, and the sod piled upon it. And then the wing of the house in which she had resided was left shut up and silent, occupied only by the old negro woman, until, as wc understood, a relative of hers could come from a distant State to look after the property. I used to think of her sometimes, walking in the garden about twilight, but always with agralel'ul, trembling sense of the fate which I had escaped. And if the thought of her last threat ever crossed mv mind, it was only" to be met with a smile, tor its childishness and absurdity. So a week or two passed quietly. Deborah had discharged our last servant, and was absorh^ed in the trying and difficult task of finding a new one who would suit. And one morning I returned home wondering whether the girl just now on trial would have my favorite Sally Lnnn properly cooked, or served as her predecessor had done—a mass of heavy dough. To my snrprise, on mv opening tlic front door, Bridget—that was licr name, and ihe name bespeaks her nationality—came hastily up the kitchen stair to meet me. “Av ye plaze, there’s a Icddy waitin’ in the librey to see ycz.” “A lady I What lady?” “Sluirc she didn’t tell me her name. It*8 qnare,” she added, in a lower tone, glancing towards the. library door, “but missus was gone out, an’ Ijist thought I hcerd a little hit of a noise, and when I come up, there she was a-standin’ in the hall wid her bonnet on. She said she wanted to soe ycz, and would wait a while. She’s in tliere now.” I opened the library door, but the room was empty. I turned to Bridget, who was lingering in the hall. “There is no one here,” I said. The girl came forward, and after staring around and moving the curtains and opening a bookcase, exclaimed : “llowly Moses! but what’s come o’ the leddy at all, at all ? She was in here five minutes ago, and she couldn’t a’ got out at the front door widout mv secin’ her.” “What did she look like?” I inquired. “Faix, slie was a tall, slim, nice looking leddy, wid black eyes an’ black haii*, an’ a white face wid no more red in it than chalk.” My own face must have lost its color, for I felt a sudden nervous shock, and the blood chilled, as it were, in my veins. “How was she dressed ?” I inquired. “Black all over, au’ a long crape vail.” This was Mrs. Crowlc’s dress. She had been stiil in widow’s weeds w'hen I knew her. “Bridget,” I said, “don’t mention this to your mistress. It might disturb her.” And though I foiiiid the Sally Lunn done to perfection, and Deborah came home in an uncommonly good humor, from making ceriain dry gooils bargains down town, I could not onjoy my tea. and went to bed moody and bewildered. I could not doubt that Bridget had seen, or fancied that she had seen, what she described; and yet what did it all mean ? It might indeed have been some other lady than Arabella Crowle ; but why should a strange lady call to sco me at my home, and how did she eu ter and leave the house? Tlirec days after this, on my entering my office one inoniing, my clerk said, briskly: “There was a laily to see you last evening after you left. She said she would call again.” “What ladv ?” I inquired. “Well, I think. It was the lady in a crape vail who came about a month ago on business, and was so—so excited when she left. In fact I’m pretty certain it was tlic same.” I suddenly sat down in my office chair, feeling very fiiinU “What did -she say?” I asked, wiping the starting moisture IVoin my forehead. "Only that slic’d call again. I didn’t see her till I looked up, and there she was standing inside the glass door. She was very pale and quiet,” continued Gibbs, refleclivclv, as if mentally contrasting this state with the visitor’s former “excite inent.” “She looked and movod like a ghost.” “Don’t be a fool, (iibhs!” I ex claimed, with sudden and unwonted irritation. “Tlierc arc no such things as ghosts.”    , “I don’t know,” he answered, with a doubtful shake of his frizzly red head. “I’ve heard of strange things happening now and then. My grandmother—” “Your grandinotlier be—hanged I muttered under my hreatli, as I slammed down the lid of my desk, as if by accident, hut violently enough to make Gibbs start and fórgct his ghostly reminiscences. And all that day 1 was so nervous and excited with watching the office door, and listening to the footsteps and voices of the people in the outer room, that I found it impossible to properly attend to business. That evening, after tea, to quiet my excited nerves, I walked with Deborah in the garden, up and ddwn a bowery walk, which was a sort of boundary lino between our part ot the house and that lately occupied by Mrs. Crowle. It was a warm, delicious summer evening, and the scent of roses and jasmine filled the air with tragrance, while the cool white lilies gleamed like silver in the moonlight. Generally I enjoy these tniiigs, butto-night I had no thought of them. A horrible'incubus seemed lianging over my life. Could it be possible tiiat Arabella Crowle’s vindictive threat was being fulfilled, and tliat tiic rest of my lite was doomed tobe haunted by her ghost, or spirit, or apparition, or whatever it might be, which notv seemed dogging my daily steps? But ghosts! Pshaw! how weak and foolish I was becoming I Ot course I knew that, thoiigli I could nqt explain to myself tlie mysterious visits which had lately occurred, there could he no such things as gliosts. And with tnis thought I, with a contemptuous smile, lifted my eyes from tlie ground and saw looking over a rose-hedge, exactly facing me—the ghost of Arabella Crowle 1 It was only a momentary glimpse, for the next instant the apparition had vanished, but in that inoniciit I saw it plainly in the moonlight. T]|ere were the large black eyes fixed u;k)ii me, the white, marhle-liko complexion, the well-formed features, the tall, slender figure, all in white, only lialt of wliicli I liad seen above the hedge. It was eitlier Arabella Crowle, whom I had seen dead and buried, or else her ghost! Dorothy’s exclamation aroused me. “Wliat was that? I thought I saw something white just there! Did you ?” ‘Yes; I—I—saw the ghost of Arabella Crowle 1” “Good gracious, Oliver I What do you mean ?” And tlicn I told her all that I had hitherto withheld from her knowledge. She said notliiiig, hut took my arm, and all in a finttor of agitation hurried back to the house, and, on entering, locked and barred the door after us. As if anything coitld hereafter keep out Aarabclla Crowle’s ghost I I was sitting in my room, iinv ill-ing to retire, glancing about and starling at every slight sound, when I heard my sister’s voice from tho top of the stairs. “Oliver! I don’t believe a word ol it I That is, I don’t believe it’s a ghosti I’ll find out to-morrow.” She met mo next evening with a countenance of portentous solemnity, seating herself opposite mo in the parlor, while Bridget arranged, with more than usual elaborateness, the tea table in the next room. “Oliver,” she commenced, “I’ve seen that ghost again.”    ' “Where?” I inquired, staring around. She patted mo lightly and soothingly on the shoulder. “Over in the next house—Mrs. Crowlo’s wing.” “Have you been there?” ‘Yes. I resolved to gooVcr and inquire ot old Ailsa. She showed mo into Mrs. Crowlc’s parlor, and there, standing all in white, right under Arabella Crowle’s portrait on the Wall, I saw the ghost!”    | “AVhatdid you do?—wh-what did it do?” My sister stroked her chin delicately with her iorcfinger. “I iiilroduced myself and said I understood she wished to sec my brother on business. To which she assented and informed me that she was Isabella Crowle.” ‘You mean Arabella.” “I me?n Isabella—Miss Isabella Crowle, twin sister to Mrs. Arabella Crowle, who married her cousin, Ricliarcl Crowle, and died in this house six weeks ago,” said my sister, with great empiiasis and deliberation. I drew a long breath of surprise and relief, though as yet huthalf realizing Uic truth. “She wants to see you about tho house,” continued Deborah, in her most matter-of-fact tone and manner. “She wishes us to purchase it. She is her sister's heiress, Uiough I have an idea that Arabella Crowio was no kinder to her than to most other ¡loo- pie. This lady seems a very nice and sensible woman, and I somehow feel interested in her, poor thing! She’s been supporting herself by teaching ill a 3'oung ladies’ seminary, to which she proposes returning after vacation.’’ “Bui, how did she get into the house that day ?” “I had gone out, and Bridget forgot to lock the hall door. Miss Crowle rung twice, and feeling faint with standing in the sun, stepped inside. And as to her leaving, she would have to do that after waiting a half hour and no one appearing. Bridget isn’t accustomed to visitors, and will require some teaching. She is going to take tea with us this evening,” added Dorothy, with a brisk glaqce towards the table in the next room. “Take tea with us, Bridget?” “Miss Crowle, of course. I asked her in a friendly, informal manner— for she seemed so lonesome, and wo are under the same roof, you know, and had paid her no attention. She’s much better looking than her sister, though so wonderfully like her. i!x-prcssion makes all the differeiice, vou know. I think you will like licr.’^ I did like tier. I liked her so well that I purchased the house which she was so desirous to sell; and, after that, niy liking increased so rr.ticli that I installed her therein as its mistress. Neither Deborah nor I liavo ever regretted the step; hut we never allude to either Arabella Crowle or her ghost, nor is my wife to this day aware that on her first inooiiliglit ramble in the old garden, attired in a cool white dress, she was taken for the lippaiiiioii of her sister.-[Leslie’s Weekly^_ Daniel W’ebstcr’a Plough. [UcUast Journal.] On one occasion some Boston friends sent Webster as a present an ciiorrnons-sized plough to use on his place. Webster gave out word that on a certain day it would he clirist-eiied. The day arrived, and the surrounding farmers for miles came in to witness the event. A dozen teams with aristocratic occupants came from Boston. It Avas expected by every one that Webster Avonldmakea great speech on the occasion, reviewing the history of farming hack to the time Avhen Cincinnatns abdicated tho most mighty throne in the world to cultivate turnips and cabbages In his Roman garden. The plough was hronght out, and ten j^okes of splendid oxen hitched in front. More than 200 people stood around on.tiptoe of exj>eota> tioii. Soon Webster made his appearance. He had been calling spirits from the vasty deep, and his fgait was sometvliat uncertain. Seizing the plough liandlcs and spreading liis feet lie yelled out to the driver in his deep bass voice; “Are you all ready, Mr. Wright?” “All ready, Mr. Wcbstcr,”{was the reply, meaning of course for speech. Webster strnlghtcnod himself by a mighty effort, and shouted “Then let her riji I” The whole crowd roared with laughter, Avtiile Webster with his big plough proceeded to rip up the soil. THE CONGRESSIONAL LIBRARY. his up Old Eiioiigli at 1U2. [Boston Kecont.J A certain family lias a lovely old grandmother, whose years number 102. She is in full possession of all her faculties and is usually fairly well. Not long ago, however, she had a slight illness and all of her descendants fluttered about her with loving care. One morning, after she had been In bed for two or three days, she refused to have her breakfast brought up to her, and sent the graiid-daugliter who wished to bring it to her downstairs with the announcement that she wished to be left quite alone. The family wondered, bnt respected “grandma’s whim,” and Avciit on with breakfast* Presently the dining-room door opened, and in walked ttie old lady, serene and smiling, with a new cap on her snow white hair. “Why, grandma,” cried tho young lady who had so lately been sent down from her, “wliat have you been doing? Did you come downstairs all alone ?” Grandma sat down at the table, unfolded her napkin, and said: “I should think I’m old enough to come downstairs alono. If a woman isn’t old enough to come downstairs when she is 102, wlien will she be ?” Not « Hero WorthIper. “Some people,” remarks Mr. La-houchcre in Truth, “admire Mr. Gladstone, and somo people admire Mr. Chamberlain. For iny part, I admire both of them, but my adinira-tiou is tliat of a schoolboy (or pots of jam. The pots are excellent so far as pots go; but if they were to break, I am convinced that wc should still find receptacles for onr jam,‘whose quality would not he altered whether it Avere inclosed ill eartlieiiAvare or in Sevres china. Therefore, when their friends tell me that the sun will uot lise any more if these pots clash, I take the liberty to believe that Ave should go on having morning and evening just as we have now.” The Structure to Be Erected East of the Capitol. [Washington Star.| The plan adopted proposes a build* iiig of ample dimciisious, to hold ul-tiniateiy thrco milliou books, measuring 450 feet by 300, and covering about two and nine-tenths acres of ground. The stylo of archi tccturo is of tho Italian renais-oanco order. Its interior arrangements are approved by the Librarian. The biiildiiig is designed to be of stone in the exterior and of iron and concrete ill tho interior, entirely fire proof in all its parts. It is a pleasing and,.it is held, sufficiently ornate edifice, Avithout extravagance, and it is intended to bo entirely in harmony Avith the Capitol. This is to be erected in tho three squares lying between B street north and East Capitol street and First and Second streets east, or else in the corresponding squares hetweon B street south and tiast Capitol street and First and Second streets oast. These three squares on either side embrace about 220,137 square feet, to wlilcli is to ho added about 270,000 square feet noAV occupied by the intersecting streets running through it, and for which, of course, the government Avould have nothing to pay. The limitation in tlio hill of $550,000 for the purchase of property avhs fixed on the basis of the values of property in the three squares on the north side of East Capitol street. It is not designed to fit up the Avliolo interior at once Avitli iron shelving, hut to introduce jt gradually, finishing off the central portions, rotunda, and connecting rooms, and tho entire exterior structure. Tlic chief ele-iiiciit ot cost is in the iron alcoves of the interior, and flicsc may he finished in successive years, as Avantod for the increase of hooks. Careful estimates of cost coiitcinplate an expenditure of only $500,000 tlie first ycai;. about $1,-000,000 the second, aiul $800,000 the thirtt, which will complete the building for occupancy in all its parts, sufficient ’ for shelving 1,000,000 books, and leaving space for the gradual introduction of additional iron alcoves in the coming fifty years, the ultimate gross cost of Avliich, it is estimated, will not exceed $700,0(X), or an average of less than $14,000 a year. The area covered by the building of the British Museum is live acres; area of the National Musciiin of France, at Paris, four and one-half acres; area of the Capitol Building, three and one-half acres; area of tho proposed National Library, tAVO and uiue-tenths acres. Over th« River. IT S. J. BrRDITTZ. The honre creep by or. Ieii(1<;n feet* And all the day is Iona to nie, I drink the bitter with the sweet— Thhigsare not as they used lo be* It’s lonesome living on this way Since papa weut to Canada. Good sooth, he did not want to go, •He told me when ho said good-by. He bad tho boodle with him, so Ther eonid not And it should they try* Tlieii in a hurried sortof way Four papa went to Cauada. His place is empty on the Board, At home AA’e see liia empty cbsir; And we, alas, seem quite ignored Bec.iuse he’s neither hero nor there. There is no place to go ur stay Since papa wont to Canada. CUKKENT FUN. I sent George Soiiuer, who has been afflicted with neuralgia five years, a bottle of Atbicqilioi'os. Olio (lose tuok effect almost imineiliútcly and in the moi iitng be felt as clear ¡18 a bell. It b.'is done wonders. A, 8. Cailey, druggist, Winkle, O. Gilbert aiitl bullivaii's Neiv Opera. I London Trutli.J The sketch of tho new Gilbert and Sullivan opera has now been delivered, and directly Sir Arthur has flu* islicd his Leeds Festival cantata ho will begin the music for the successor to “The Mikado,” Avliicli is exjiectcd at tho Savoy tOAvard llio last Aveck of September. It Avould, ot course, not ho fair to disclose too much of Mr. Gilbert’s plot. But I learn that its ccHtral idea is a skit upon Enirlish corntncrcial enterprise and liumhng, as exemplified by the pretended British horror of annexing new territory. Avhlch, hoAvever, avo mauage to acquire at the rate of a thousand square miles, more or less, per annum. The scene of the opera, a little bird whispers to me, is laid in Egypt, in the present day. Tlic lieroliio is a descendant of an ancient Egyplirm Princess—possibly the Pharaoh’s daughter who tended Moses. History repeats itself in cycles of years, and another “Mose in Egitto”—typified by the hoiiUlioldcrs Avho are at the back of the British occupation—has risen to plague the modern Pharaoh Pasha. The Princess resolves lo act up to tho spirit of her high ancestry, and Gii-bcrtian fun Yv ill, I am assured, include w'liimsical contrasts betAveen the costumes, manners and customs of ancient Egypt and of the doAvn-troddon country of to-day. Nearly ail of the details remain yet to he settled; but Mr. Gilbert, I hoar, sent last week to the United States portions of his hook, in order that an American collahorateiir may Avrito in anonymous scraps of the dialogue, and thus it Is hoped eftecfually secure the valuable transatlantic rights. As Seen From tbo Moon. [Oo.^ton Globe.] If it Avcre possible to rise above the atiiiosplicro which surrounds the earth AVO should see uothing but an intense and sharply defined ball of fire, while everything else Avon Id he Avrappediu total darkness. • There conld be no (lifiusion of light without an atmosphere or some similar medium for it to act upon; but if the air about us extended a height of 700 miles, the rays of tho sun could not penetrate it, and Ave should be left in darkness. At tho depth of 700 feet in the ocean the light ceases altogether, one-half of the light being absorbed in passing tlirough only seven feet ol the purest water. «    L...    ...---- A lady wntie lo the Hack Publishing Company, 528 Washington street, New York, and said: "Please send uní the book wuh the Wheel of Fortune in it, and the Language of Flowers.” bbe meant the Ladies’ Book, wbieb is full of illustrations and interesting articles, including rules of The prettiest things in spring bonnets— Girls.—[Hartfora Times. Straws tell which way the mint Juleps go.—New Orleans Picayune. Christianity without charity is like an autograph from a type writer.—[New IIs-ven News. In answer to Joe Cook’s question: "is life worth living?” wo reply that it all depends on the liver.-[Puck. The young ladies one meets on the street are well red as to jacket rather than as to mind.—[Boston Transcript. If artesian well borers could begin at the bottom and bore up, fswer mistakes would be made.—[New Orleans Picayune. There is no change in Ihe style of fishing cx|)e(iitiou lunobes this year, except that the jug is somewoat larger.—[ Viaiicbester Newe. This at ilnrvarJ: "Nice old gentleman Avho just bowed to you, Charley; is be a relative?” "Oli, yeas, he’s a father of mine.”—[Boston Record. It is said that Charley Black had a spat with Dr. Mary Walker the other day, and ho told her plainly that she was no gentleman.—[Champaign (III.) Gazette. "What is tbo first step toward securing divorce?” asked a olleutof a Philadelphia lawyer. "Get inarried,” was the prompt reply.—[Philadelphia Herald. Mistress—"Jane, wbatever is the matter with your hair?” Servant—"Madame, it’s the cavalry regiment; they all wanted* lock ot my hair before they lelt.”—[Charivari. Oue of the rivers now opening Its mouth ID Congress for an appropriation has to have a sprlukting cart run up and down it nil summer in onler to lay the dust in its bed.—[Washington Critic. Bencath these cold nnfeeling stones. Here lies the body of Jaha £. Jouos, Wlio tliouglit it woubtii't do much hurt To change liU flannel nntiershirt. —[AVasliington Critic. "How is tne outlook in the Lower Mississippi Valley?” asked a merchant of a traveling salesman. "Gloomv, indeed. Thera seems to be no prospect for an overflow this rear, and the Government ration crop will be cut off entirely.”—[Tid-Birs. We tliink it neither fair nor proper to make ballet girls the subject of newspaper witticisms. Respect and consideration should always be shown for elderly people, wbatevo» their station.—[Lowell Citizan. Husband (impatiently to Avifc)—"1 told you 1 only Avauted halt a cup tea, and, as usual, you've filled it to tho top. Don’t you know what half-fnll is?” 31other-in-law («rrlmly)—"She ought to by this time.” —[New Y(»rk Sun. A colored man went into a Galveston newspaper office and wanted to subscribe to the pa[>er. "How long do you want ItP’ asked the clerk. "Jes as long us it is, boss; if it don’t fit the shelves, I can far a piece off myself.”-[New York Graphic. "Have you license in Pennsylvania?” asked a Buffalo yoiuig lady, deeply interested in temperaiico work, of a Pittsburg visitor. "L'oense,” replied the latter. "I should just think wc h.*id. Why, yon can’t even pet married without one.”—[Pittsburg Chronicle. A devout old suburban clergyman was talking the other Sunday of poverty. *-Look at the Apostles,” said he, "they did not wear first class clothes, nor oven sscond-nsad dtoNist* They Averc not even respee-tnble looking men. Peter him'icit was bald-headed.”—[Boston Voice. The most curious phase of the eager and earnest and loolish days of the j ouiig Confederacy Avas the uni|or8al belief that tbo Yankees wouldn’t tight and couldn’t fight. "We can Avhip ’em AVith jwpguns,” said Judge Sam. Rice in a secession speech in 1860; "but,d n ’em, they wouldn’cfight us that way,” said he in an explanatory speech in 1896.—[Atlanta Constitution. Mark Cook, of Champaign, Id., is believed to be the oldest man in the State. . He was born in Chatham County, North Carolina, September 17, 1776, and is therefore in his llOtb year. He was a soldier in the war of 1812. He stands erect, his eyesight is fairly good, and bis teeth are sound, although worn almost to the gums. He makes his living by bottoming chairs. ety, beauty. dictionary of dreams, aids Scut for two cents in siMiaps, A Lemuii-Uuiuyoa tvoinan. Rochester, N. Y., Deo. 23,1886.—Three years ago 1 was confined to my bed in a deplorable condition. Skin as yellow as a lemon. Biigbtest food would make me scroaiQ. Also had prolapsus anu ulceration. Treated by physicians for two months. Grew worse, iloctors said it was the worst case of liver troublA they ever saw, Lo«t forty pounds of tl sii. Could not sleep. Improved rapidly under l!io us; of Warner’s safe cure. Never was healthy. Would have been In my grave had it not l>een lor the woiuleriul powers of \Vur;i..r’s sale cure. Am now perfectly well.—Mrs. to J. J. Bayne, 62 Lake avenue.

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