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ODE TO JACK FROST.
1 thought thee cruel ouce. Jack Frost,
When I was young and small ;
You pinched my ears and bit my toes.
You painted red my checks and nose,
And kept me close within the doors.
And tbus 1 deemed thee chief ot f vs
That could my youth befall.
I thought thee cruel, once again.
When up to manhood grown :
I baw thee clothe the earth in white.
When all that's fair and pure and bright
Was withered by thy deadly blight.
Withered in one short luckless night.
Where'er thy breath had blown.
You nipped my buds and spoiled my vuw
And tilled me with dismay ;
An enemy I called you then,
A foe to garden, field and glen.
A curse sent to the sons of men.
And never to return again,
I bade thee haute away.
But now, Jack Frost, I find at last
Thou wast my dearest friend ;
One has come in to take thy place,
Wlthoat thy beauty or thy grace.
With poisonous breath and saffron face.
Bent on destruction to our race
And sorrows without end.
ur laud lies mourning at his feet
And 'neath his ghastly tread ;
Our fairest flowers have met decay,
our brightest gems have lost their ray.
The young, the beautiful, the gay.
Are vanished from our sight away.
And numbered with the dead.
Oome back. Jack frost, again come back.
Thrice welcome to each heart :
stretch forth thy white and frozen wand.
Bid suffering flee at thy command.
Give health and quiet to the land.
Come wrest hi sceptre from his hand.
And bid the ghoul depart.
Whole cities wall his deadly stroke.
Trade bends beneath his rod.
Palsied our every interest lies.
Tears, bitter tears suffuse our eyes,
Onr bosoms burst with groan and sighs.
i 'owe, then, thou angel of the skies
Thou messenfer of Ood !
Thou Great Physician from above.
Who cam'st to save the lost.
Thou who did' st once for sinneTS bleed.
Come In this hour of direst need :
Come, and in mercy intercede ;
Come stay the plague's insatiate greed
(ifxl. send the white hoar frost
A BRIEF TALE.
"Your turn, at last, Mr. Bates."
"My turn folks? Well I hardly know
what to say."
Mr. Bates was a stranger to the parties
that addressed him, his native place being
England. He was about fifty years of age,
and what we might term a wealthy gen
tleman, who spent most of his time in
traveling for pleasure. We were board
ing at a hotel in a small town of Ohio,
during the year of 1865, and this is how
we became acquainted with the same.
One evening about six o'clock, a cab
drove up in front of our hotel. Of course
everybody was eager to 6ee who it con
tained, for a cab in that section of Ohio in
those days was a rare sight.
At last a gentleman got out of it; and
giving the coachman orders concerning
his baggage, he came into our hotel. This
gentleman w as Mr. Bates, of whom I have
given a short description above.
Every body of course must be intro
duced t Mr. Bates, for he came in a cab.
What a fine looking man Mr. Bates was,
was the talk of some, while everybody
seemed to be chuck lull of Mr. Bates.
I even overheard an aged mother tell her
daughter (a beautiful maiden with a
hooked nose), to set her cap for him; but
Mr. Bates looked like a married man,
which we afterwards learned he was, so
the maiden, if she carried out her mother's
plan, did it in vain.
Mr. Bates took tea with us that evening,
which, I think, was the jolliest one we
had ever had.
After tea the large parlor was brilliantly
illuminated, and every boarder in the
establishment flocked into it. The first
hour or so was devoted to singing and
dancing, but getting tired of this, we be
gan, one by one, to sit down until every
one became seated.
Some one suggested that every person
in the room, shoul 1 tell a tale, a true one,
that had been connected with himself or
herself in years gone by.
This was unanimously agreed to; the
only trouble was who should begin.
Everybody thought Mr. Bates ought to
begin, but Mr. Bates said he must hear
some of their tales first before he could
decide what to say. So the person that
first suggested the idea, began by telling
a short and interesting tale, and was fol
lowed by others, whose stories were also
At last every body in the room had told
a tale but Mr. Bates, and now it was his
turn at last. "Your turn at last, 3Ir.
"3Iy turn ? Well I hardly know what
to say; your tales have all been so very
interesting, that in listening to them, I
forgot all about my promise."
But this would not do- Mr. Bates must
say something because he promised to,
was their answer; so Mr. Bates did say
something, and this is what he said:
We, that is my wife, child, then an in
fant of nearly two summers, and myself,
(ahem, went the maiden with the hooked
nose), had attended a wedding of my
wife's sister, which occurred in the year
1835. It was a grand affair; over three
hundred guests were there. It lasted till
long after midnight. I believe it was
after three o'clock the next morning, by
the time we reached home. We were
good and tired when we got there, and it
wasn't long before we were fast asleep.
How long after I hnow not, perhaps it
was an hour after we retired, I heard one
of the most singular sounds, it seemed
to shake the house, as if it would shake
it to piece?. I sat up in bed. My wife
and child were fast asleep. I hardly
knew whether to wake my wife or not.
I listened, and again I heard the same
noise, if anything louder than before. I
was just about getting up to see if I could
ascertain what it was, when I heard the
cry of "Fire!" from some one outside our
I ran to the window and beheld the
lower portion of our house in flames!
Hundreds of things passed through mv
mind in a moment. 1 must have left the
kitchen gas burning, was one of my
thoughts, and it must have been turned
towards the bracket that hung near, so
that it had taken fire. I awakened my
wife, and told her the danger we were in.
There was no one else in the house but
ourselves, our servant being away on a
visit to her aunt; so all we had to do was
to save our own lives. But the trouble
was, how to do it. If there had only been
a house close by to ours, we might have
ascended to the roof, and gone over to its
roof. But our nearest neighbor's house
was over one hundred and eighty feet dis
tant. I took my child in my arms and
Daae my wue to loilow me, and do what
ever I did.
I raised the window and started to jump
from it. I got eight-ninths out, when my
wife, who, I suppose, thought we were
going into more danger, made a grab for
us, and caught the child out of my arms.
I fell to the pavement below, and of course
was senseless. I was carried into a neigh
bor's house, and there bandaged up in every
shape and form.
I came to my senses in about twenty
four hours, and of course I was unable to
move. I was so bewildered that all that
had happened to me slipped my memory.
''What was I doing here ?" I asked a
woman whom I saw sitting beside me.
"Oh, you have had a fall and hurt your
self; but you will soon be able to get up
again, sir, in a few days."
"Had a fall? Had a fall?" I repeated
over and over again. "Oh, yes, I remem
ber now, I jumped from the second story
window. Where's my wife and child?"
I exclaimed. "Where's my wife and
child ? I see now I see now! Do tell me
where they are, or I'll fly from the
When I said this, I gave such a spring
that I jumped completely over the old
lady's head, and sent her spectacles flying
in the air. I landed on the floor unhurt,
and scared her out of her wits.
"Oh! oh! oh! sir! please get into
bed again, sir. I never had such a pa
tient in all my life, sir; you have been
hurt, sir; and you must be still, sir. or
they (meaning the persons who had em
ployed her, I suppose) will discharge
1 got back into bed again, but my ques
tion had not been answered yet, and I was
bound it should.
"Where are my wife and child ?" I
roared like a cannon this time.
"Do you think you could be still while
I left the room for a few moments?" she
"Yes, on one condition." I answered;
"that is if you will answ er my question
"I will as soon as I come back," she
exclaimed, and out she went.
Oh how wretched I felt. Perhaps they
have been killed I thought to myself.
What a thought this was. I wished it
had never entered my head. But it had,
and the more I thought of it, the worse I
became. Would she ever come back and
answer my question ? the minutes seemed
At last she came back. She took her
accustomed seat before she would open
her mouth, and then said:
''Do you think you are able to hear bad
news, sir?" she asked; "for if you don't,
I do, from the way you jumped over my
"Yes, yes! anything," I exclaimed,
"Well sir, your wife and child are dead;
crushed to pieces by the fall of your house,
This was too much, more than I could
stand. This, together with the fall from
the house, threw me into a delirious fever,
which I afterwards learned lasted for three
Slowly I began to mend. My nurse,
who had been overheard telling me the
bad news, and who had been forbidden to
tell me, had been discharged much to my
My poor wife and child had been
buried. Little did I think when we went
home that night, after having such a de
licious time, 1 would never see anything
more of her again than her grave. Can
you imagine how badly I felt '! Have you
the least idea of my sufferings ?
"Sad! sad! sad!" interrupted a maiden,
with a beautiful hooked nose. Have you
ever married since?"
"No; I have never married since."
"Indeed! Then you are a widower, I
"No I am not a widower at present."
"Why how is that?" she asked.
"I will answer your question in a few
"I'm not a madame. I'm amiss, if 'ou
please, as jrou will see at a second glance,"
"I beg your pardon, miss. I will
always take a second glance at a person
hereafter, before I form my opinion of
As I said before, folks, you can't im
agine what my sufferings were. At last
I was able to sit up. I made up my mind
I would visit my wife's grave the next
day, and was thinking of one thing and
another, when I heard something like my
What was it? I asked myself; it sounded
very familiar to me. I listened and again
heard it. Was this what it said: "James!
James! won't you come." Surely this
sounded like the voice of my deceased wife.
Listen, perhaps I'll hear it again, I said to
"James! won't you come?" it repeated.
"Yes! yes! where are you my dear?"
"Why here beside you, don't you see
me? I do wish you would get up. I've
been waiting breakfast for you for over
half an hour. Now come do get up, you
have slept long enough. I guess the
effects of the wedding must havs given
you the nightmare, from the way you
And I'll assure you I did get up und
thought to myself at the time, if I had
only had that nurse in my clutches, I'd
choked her to death. Keystone.
A YANKEE GUNMAKER.
A correspondent of the Boston Journal
writes as follows : The sensation of the
moment is the great trial of the Hotch
kiss revolving cannon, made day before
yesterday, just off the coast of Holland,
under the auspices of the Dutch gov
ernment, which recently ordered one
of the guns to try. He is pretty well
known to Americans who have been
here much. Mr. Hotchkiss, who is
originally a Connecticut man, has an
enormous manufactory of cannon at
St. Denis, where he is equipping the
French navy and coast defences with
some of his most valuable inventions.
He is also manufacturing to the order
of the Russian, English and various
other governments, all of which are
anxious not to be left behind in the
great race for superior armaments. Mr.
Hotchkiss is one of the highest types
of the American inventors; his mind is
clear, precise, and now and then he
has a luminous revelation which en
titles him to be considered a genius.
1 will give you a good illustration of
this fact later on in the story. The
revolving cannon, which has created
so much excitement here, and which X
believe the United States government
now nas two specimens or, is of two
kinds. One is a field-piece, the other
is small, mounted on a pivot, easily
handled, and managed from the shoul
der as readily as a carbine. This ter
rible engine of destruction is fired by
turning a crank, and sends forth eighty
shots per minute without the slightest
difficulty. It has been known to fire
nearly twice that number in sixty or
eighty seconds, but absolute accuracy
is claimed for it only at a rate of four
score per minute. The trials here and
in other adjacent countries have cre
ated a perfect revolution in public sen
timent on the subject of aquatic war
fare. Of course, every nation that ex
pects sooner or late: to be forced into
war has looked askance at this uncouth
spectre of the torpedo boat, which has
been thrusting its ujrlynose into the
light occasionally. What ! was there
to be some delicate diabolical monster
devised specially to disembowel tbe
noblest and strongest ships, and to
send many valiant souls of heroes down
to Hades even while they slept? The
thought was disquietiig. The Russian
campaign came and brought in its
opening days two sigial triumphs for
the torpedo boat, L was all true,
then I Bismarck's few remaining hairs
stood straighter on end than ever; the
French Minister of Marine was exceed
ingly nervous, and tie representative
men of Europe rushed to Hotchkiss
and besought him io protect them.
44 Save, oh, save us," they cried, "from
this terrible demon of the deep."
After the experiments with the
Hotchkiss gun, all these great men felt
more comfortable. Still, until last
week, there had never been what might
be called a decisive test, something
from which there could be no appeal,
and it was reserved for the Dutch gov
ernment to make it. The wily mari
ners, who are constantly coming and
going between the colonial possessions
of tbe Netherlands and the Dutch ports
on the North sea, have no intention
of being caught napping ; and so they
have been anxious to test the new
Yankee invention. Mr. Hotchkiss was
invited to be present at the experi
ments. He sent ever one of his chief
engineers to explain the mechanism of
the gun to the Eutchmen, but they
understood it already, and so Mr.
Hotchkiss followed it at once. He
found on one of the large war ships
every man connected with the govern
mental marine service in important
posts. As soon as they had taken him
on board, they steaned away to sea to
a point opposite the Helder. There,
just before them, just showing the top
of her back above the water, was a
torpedo boat a dummy, of course, as
a real one would have been rather too
expensive to practice upon.
"Do you think that you could de
fend this vessel against that torpedo
boat witli your gun V"' said the admirals,
the representatives of the ministry of
the marine and the other big wigs, to
44 1 think I could," uras his answer.
44 Well, then," said the practical
Dutchman, 44 let us see what she
amounts to." They had brought their
own gunner, and ha evidently under
stood the use of the aim very well. He
took his position at the side of the
ship, and the gun being loaded with
great rapidity, he fired about thirty
shots, putting eighteen out of twenty
of them right through the torpedo boat.
Inasmuch as one oi them would have
settled her, this experience was stupe
fying. They tried it again with a
rather better result. They then went
off at some distance, and, putting on
all steam, went directly at the torpedo
boat, trying to get the same effect that
would be produced if the boat were
approaching them and they were de
fending themselves against her ap
proach. The speed which they could
get up was between fourteen and fifteen
knots an hour. When they were within
six hundred yards of the torpedo boat
the gunner was ordered to open fire
on her, which he did, despite the con
stantly varying position of the ship and
the consequent difficulty of taking aim,
he riddled the boat again, and with
such lightning-like rapidity and signal
effect that the splinters and pieces
were not to be counted.
Out of one hundred and seventeen
shots fired at the torpedo boat, seventy
had been lodged in her and had ex
ploded, tearing the ill-fated craft Into
The Dutch official charged with the
torpedo service of Holland came up to
Mr. Hotchkiss and said :
44 Sir, I feel inclined to prosecute you.
My occupation is gone. Torpedo boats
are good for nothing hereafter."
Some time later, as they were all
seated at dinner, one of the officials
remarked that the only hope of a suc
cessful torpedo boat now was to make
it so that it could be navigated entirely
A thought flashed through Mr. Hotch
kiss' mind. 44 That ought not to be
very difficult," he said. 44 I'll make
one if you will give me time."
The Dutchman laughed, and said
that was impossible. Whereupon Mr.
Hotchkiss took out pencil and paper
and drew a plan. The Dutchmen all
looked hard at it, whistled, and said,
4Dot'8 so!" The inventor put the
mysterious paper in his pocket, and
yesterday he ordered a tin model of a
torpedo boat, to be propelled two feet
under water, to be prepared. We shall
see what we shall see. He believes in
fair play, and desires to give the tor
pedo men a chance, although he has
invented a gun which has thus far
caused the utmost consternation among
A START IN LIFE.
I would rather that my boy possessed
good common sense to start him in
life than plenty of money. If he has
not this common sense, no amount of
training will greatly alter his condition
in this respect. When I hear a father
call his child a ninny, a blockhead, a
simpleton, a stupid donkey, or a fool
(as some parents will when they forget
themselves), it occurs to me that such
remarks rather reflect on the head of
the family. The child, however, usu
ally knows very well that his father is
only excited, and does not. mpftn whof
he says. The next desirable requisite
in my child's outfit would be a natu
rally cheerful disposition. Not that I
prefer the natural to the cultivated,
lor I do not. Cultivated cheerfulness
is a charming part of anyone's charac
ter, yet the natural is the surest, since
1 am very doubtful as to my being able
ta teach him how to acquire it. I
should try to be cheerful myself, and
thus induce him never to look on the
gloomy side of life.
WHAT THE GREAT PLAGUE DID.
The dreadful prevalence of the yellow
fever as an epidemic in portions of the
South will make the following sketch
of the Oriental plague and its ravages
of interest to the reader: Its most
frightful attack was centuries ago,
when, under the name of the Black
Death, it wiped away, according to
some estimates, one-third of the popu
lation of the Old World; but compara
tively in modern history it has appeared
no less than three times, and numbered
its victims by tens of thousands. The
first occasion was in 1576, at Milan,
where the great St. Ainbros had once
preached and extorted mercy for a
doomed people from a reluctant Roman
emperor. His noble successor, Cardi
nal Carlo Borromeo, was then Arch
bishop. Like St. Ambros, he was one
of the greatest saints of the Church,
and proved one of the most glorious
examples of human courage rising
superior to the terrors of death in its
most hideous aspect. He was so uni
versally beloved that his flock his
clergy, even besought him to save his
life by flight; but the shepherd was
faithful to his sheep, and would not
desert them in their bitter extremity.
He refused to leave; and throughout
the many weary months during which
the plague lasted was constant at his
post, bending down to hear fevered
lips mutter their last confession, and
offering the last rites of the Church in
hospitals and pest-houses reeking with
the poisoned virus. He seemed to bear
a charmed life; and when all but he
and a few faithful ones like himself ap
peared to have abandoned ever hope,
he assembled his congregation under
the mighty dome of the magnificent
cathedrai, and there, after solemn high
mass, knelt down and prayed God to
take his life as an expiatory offering,
and deliver his people from the curse.
But there was work for him yet to do;
and the Archbishop and many of the
priests who had been brought into the
closest contact with death survived,
while many rich men who had fled
perished in the last week of the agony,
when, its fury appearing to be assuaged,
they returned, as they fondly hoped, in
Its next appearance was in Amster
dam in 1663, whence, later in the fol
lowing year, it crossed the Channel
and visited London. From the follow
ing February until after the first frosts
of winter its ravages were horrible. In
one month no less than sixty thousand
people died; and the city, so soon after
ward to be consumed by fire, was half
depopulated. The symptoms were the
same as they liad been in Milan. A
raging fever of a typhoid character was
accompanied by malignant tumors on
the inner side of the arm and thighs.
The pain was excruciating, the thirst
was tormenting, and patients died by
hundreds in the very delirium of mad
ness. There was no Carlo Borromeo
to direct the energies of the priests and
nurses. There were deeds of heroism
done, but it was not a heroic age. The
profligate Charles II. was upon the
throne; and the Earl of Rochester, Sir
George Etherage, and their set, were
scarcely the men to follow in the foot
steps of the grand Archbishop.
When the pestilence was at its height,
the condition of London was frightful.
Whole streets bore upon the doors a
cross, roughly painted in red, with the
inscription: "The Lord have mercy
upon us!" as a sign that one or more of
the inmates were dead or dying of the
plague. The grass grew in the
thoroughfares that used to be crowded;
and where brilliant carriages had
traveled to and fro at every hour of the
day, the tracks of the dead cart were
only seen. There were none to bury
the dead with appropriate, or even de
cent, ceremonies. Huge pits were dug
in the outskirts, and the bodies of men,
women, and children uncorfined, al
most naked were hurled in by the
hundreds. Corpses were even left to
fester and rot in the lanes and alleys,
and for some days it appeared that
enough would not be left alive to bury
the dead. It was a carnival of crime.
Thieves and housebreakers roamed the
city at will; and hired nurses, impatient
of the slow approach of death, mur
dered their charges by the hundred,
and enriched themselves with the spoil.
Quack doctors, fortune-tellers, sellers
of amulets and charms, and even of
poison, reaped huge profits. In one
way fanatical street-preachers added to
the confusion, and in another the reck
less orgies of men, desperate with drink
and fear, prepared the way for almost
universal anarchy, and unbridled
wickedness of every form reigned
But vile as was the state of the capi
tal then, England was not without her
heroes of the plague, and the simple
but lofty heroism of a few hundred
simple villagers lent a lustre to a whole
century. Among the hills of Derby
shire there was a beautiful little vil
lage, called Eyam. The houses were
clustered together half-way up a gentle
slope, fronting a lofty hill upon the
other side of the valley. Tidings of
the great plague had reached the ham
let; but in its seclusion no one feared
the fate of the village. Unfortunately,
a tailor received a bundle of cloth from
town. It was opened, and in a few
hours the tailor sickened and died,
with plain symptons of the plague.
The wife of the pastor, Mr. Momf esson,
begged him to fly; but, like the Italian,
he would not desert his people, and
then, wife-like, Mrs. Momfesson also
resolved to remain. He caused the
bells of the church to be tolled, and the
people to assemble within its walls.
There the noble man told his hearers
the true state of the case, and added
that if they fled then they would carry
the infection all over the country.
They promised to remain, and Mr.
Momfesson wrote a letter to the Earl
of Devonshire, at Chatsworth, asking
for food and the requisite medicines to
be placed daily at a certain stone near
the entrance to the village where, in
return, he would leave money, which
could be fumigated; and that being
done, he pledged himself that until the
disease disappeared not one of his
parishioners should leave the village.
There were but little more than six
hundred of them, but right nobly did
they redeem their pastor's pledge.
Their heroism though but few per
haps have heard the tale was as
gallant as that of Leonidas and his
band at Thermopylae, or as Cardigan
and his Light Brigade at Balaklava.
For months they stayed upon the hill
side, no one seeking refuge in flight.
Every day some of their number died,
untD the number of the dead was two
hundred and fifty-nine. Mrs. Mom
fesson died, but her husband still con
tinued his glorious work. On Sundays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays, services
were held in a tree-sheltered grotto.
He himself was one of the survivors;
but when the destroyer at last passed
away, the little village was, as he de
scribed it, a Golgotha a place of
skulls. The names of all should be
blazoned in letters of gold, and honored
wherever devotion and self-restraint
are reverenced among men.
The third and last appearance of this
plague was at Marseilles, in 1721, when
an infevted ship anchored off the
Chateuud'lf, from the Bay of Tunis.
The Duke of Orleans, then regent, sent
twenty-two thousand marks to the suf
ferers, and Pope Clement XI. three
ship-loads of provisions. The Parlia
ment of Provence attempted to estab
lish a military cordon around the city;
but fugitives escaped, and carried the
disease to Toulon, Aries, and Aix, and
it was not until nearly ninety thousand
had perished that the plague abated.
The Bishop, Henri Francois Xavier De
Belqunce, was the hero of the southern
city. Not content with prayers with
the dying, he even mounted the tum
brils and accompanied the remains of
the dead to the grave, there to ad
minister the last sad rites to all.
Wherever it has appeared, except at
the Derbyshire village, an outbreak of
crime has accompanied the plague; but
everywhere, also thanks to Heavenl
there have been noble men and noble
women, whose patient heroism stands
out, brightly burning, to illuminate
the page of history.
Nothing more surely marks a gentle
man than his public manners. It is,
for instance, impossible not to feel that
a man who arrives at a hotel late at
night and goes noisily, talking and
laughing, along the corridor to his
room, flinging his boots down heavily
and slamming the door, though an up
right and excellent person, yet lacks
the finer qualities of the gentleman.
The essence of courtesy is moral. It is
a sympathetic regard for the feelings of
others which spares them unnecessary
annoyance. When it is instinctive, it
is called tact. But it is, at bottom,
humanity. So when a public man
vituperates another, however "smart"
the abuse may be, there is an instant
perception of the want of true gentle
manly feeling. However polished the
invective, it is nothing more than the
style of the stews. When Lord
Beaconsfield spoke of Mr. Gladstone in
the strain that we quoted last month,
it was instantly felt that he had made
a mistake, and although he might be,
as his admirers assert, the last unmia
gled representative ot the Sephardim,
or those Hebrews who can trace their
pedigree unbroken through intermin
able generations of ancestors always of
gentle blood, he was not yet quite a
gentleman. When a member of a pub
lic assembly had been berated by an
opponent with every kind of offensive
epithet, and was asked to reply, he said,
4But there is no reply to a slop-pail."
If a guest disturbed from sleep by the
noisy comer that we mentioned should
open his door, and by way of reprisal
44shy his boot-jack" at the door of his
noisy neighbor when he had fallen
asleep, it might be- what was called,
when one scientific man spat in the face
of another who had questioned his
assertion, "the wild justice of ex
pectoration," but it would not be gen
Perhaps, then, it is better sometimes
not to be gentlemanly? That is un
doubtedly the practical conclusion of
those who feel uncomfortable when
they have been covered with mud, until
they can throw mud in return. But
the self-restraint which good manners
imposes is always better than "letting
yourself go." Mephistopheles is never
a good counseller, and largely because
he is not a gentleman. The real
Sephardim may or may not trace con
tinuous gentle blood through inter
minable generations of ancestry. But
they do not slam their boots nor their
doors, nor bustle in late at concerts
and talk during the performance, nor
occupy more seats in a railroad car
than they pay for, nor keep their seats
m a street car, compelling women to
stand. They may, indeed, reprove and
rebuke, but without heat or person
ality, like Thomas when he feared that
the music interrupted the conversation,
or like that true gentleman whom the
older Berkshire knew, and who said to
the ydung woman to whom he had
given his place in the car, and who
asked him what he was waiting for,
"Only to hear you say 'thank you,' my
dear." Harper1 s Magazine.
An enumeration of some of the ex
ports from the port of New York in a
single week will give a very clear idea
of the wonderful wealth of resources
and material and the extent of the
foreign traffic of the United States.
For instance, in one week in September
there were 2,000,000 bushels of wheat
shipped abroad. Manufactures and
produce were sent to 57 foreign ports.
Of these the largest business was done
with Liverpool, the amount being
$1,667,360. This included 300 tons of
frejjh ineat, 3Q0 kegs of tongu.es, oys-
ters, toys, chromos, shoe polish, $62,000
worth of butter, nearly $300,000 worth
of bacon, $283,000 worth of tobacco,
and $223,900 for wheat. London took
$500,000 worth of goods, among which
were 300 sewing machines, 730 pack
ages of wooden ware, 500,000 lbs. of
cheese, 156,000 bushels of wheat, and
4,515 cases of canned goods. Glasgow
took 42 bbls. of shoe pegs and 1,200
cases of canned goods and other mer
chandise to the value of $200,000;
$58,211 worth went to Japan ; $500,000
to Australia, whichlook 1,397 packages
of agricultural implements, 125 bbls. of
shoe pegs, a lot of wind-mills, pumps,
An international exhibition is to be
held at Buenos Ayres in 1880.
The Colorado mail always arrives
on time when the carriers are chased
The present population of Chicago,
according to the census just completed,
Since its foundation in 1795 the
present Paris mint has coined 1,700,
000,000 gold pieces.
The $60 a year tax levied on Chinese
in British Columbia, has been declared
The estimated receipts of grain at
Omaha from the crop of 1878, are placed
at 4,000,000 bushels or more.
The savings banks of Vermont
now hold over $8,000,000 on deposit, an
increase of 7,000,000 since 1860.
Among the novelties of the Paris
Exhibition is a drill which bores square
holes an invention of a Londoner.
Miss Florence Nightingale is now
sixty years old, and lives in London,
almost a prisoner to her room by sick
ness. Of cotton cloth the United States
exported last year 126,000,000 yards,
while the amount in 1871 was but 18,
000,000. The population of Memphis was
40,000 only three months ago. Now it
has been reduced to 2,500 whites and
Neither Philadelphia or Wilming
ton, Del., imposes any tax upon the
plant or machinery used for manufac
Over 2,000 farmers in Maine have
taken hold of the beet-sugar enterprise,
and are raising this root for the factory
in that State.
The window glass factories, at
Pittsburgh, are nearly all in operation
again, for the first time in many years,
at this season of the year.
During the fifteen years of its ex
istence only two passengers have been
killed on the line of the Atlantic and
Great Western railroad.
A California paper says the Japa
ese "will win universal respect by a
sort of heathenish habit they have of
minding their own business."
Wheat is selling at the railroad
stations west of Sioux City as low as
25 cents per bushel, and the choicest
grades command only 40 cents.
Official report shows that all the
corns produced from all the mints of
the United States since 1783 amounts,
in round numbers, to $l,2'd0,000,000.
The loss by the yellow fever,
through the destruction of crops by
neglect, stoppage of trade, and minor
causes, has been estimated at $200,
000,000. Lydia Squinn, the last lineal de
scendant of that eminent red man King
Philip, is still' living at New Bedford,
Massachusetts, aged 83, bright and
An exchange reports the California
grape crop this season as the largest
ever gathered. It says preparations
have been made to cure a million
pounds of raisins.
The wheat crop of Pennsylvania
for this year has been estimated at
about 18,750,000 bushels. This is the
best crop obtained since 1871, and
average a yield of about 15 bushels to
It is announced from Chicago that
the railroad managers have succeeded
in forming a pool for east-bound freight.
All the roads are pledged to give ten
days' notice of any rise or reduction in
The bills put in for damages on
account of the accident on the Old
Colony railroad are said to amount to
half a million dollars. Accidents on
railroads "don't pay," and it is well
they do not.
The assessed value of the machine
ry used for manufacturing purposes in
Baltimore is less than $1,250,000. The
total capital invested is only $97 per
capita; while in Philadelphia it is $252
per capita; in Wilmington, Del., $235;
in St. Louis. $194; in Cincinnati, $183;
and in Boston, $395.
Kansas and California are placed
side by side in the estimated grain
crops the present year. From the
eighth place as a wheat State in 1876,
Kansas comes now to one of the first
places. Her crop of wheat is placed
at over 30,000,000 bushels, and of com
At the conclusion of a marriage
ceremony in London recently, the
bridegroom, a Captain of grenadiers,
and his bride seated themselves in the
car of a balloon and were gently borne
away among the welcoming clouds,
landing near Cambridge after a sail of
three hours. Ah, they must have
been very happy, doubly happy indeed,
wafted towards heaven, as tney were,
by both bridal and balloon at one and
the same time. And yet, while thus
floating through cloudland, when every
emotion of their souls should have been
an emotion of rapture, there was one
shadow upon their hearts, one bar to
their perfect happiness the thought
that a "falling-out" between them just
then would end only with their lives.