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ft Chatham ecord. H (fhaffairt tcoi OF ADVERTISING. V H. A. LONDON, Jr., kimtok a: 1'i:ii ;:iktou. One square, one insertion. One square, two Insertions, -One square, one mouth, - TERMS CF SU3SCrIPTI0Ni ?1.0C l.oO 2.30 Orse y, one : :, - ri -si moat: i -Dii.' voi) , three iiioiitli... - no .50 VOL. I. PITTSBOHO CHATHAM CO., N. C., "DECEMBER 12, 1878. sro. 13. For larger advertisements liberal contracts will be made. i vr 0 o hrwf hrar $(tvqr(iscmvnte. LARGEST STORE LARGEST STOCK Cheapest Goods & Best Variety CAN BE FOUND AT LONDON'S CHEAP STORE. Dew Goods ReceiTe4 eyerv feel. Tou can always find what you wish at Lon don's. He keeps everything. Dry Goods, Clothing;, Carpeting, Hardware, Tiu Ware, Drugs, Crockery, Confectionery Shoes, Boots, Caps, Hats, Carriage Materials. 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NORTH CAROLINA STATE LIFE INSURANCE CO., OF RALEIGH, IV. GAR. T. n. CAMERON, Present. W. E. ANDERSON. Vice Pre$. W. H. HICKS, AVc'y. The only Home Life Insurance Co. in the State. All its fund loaned out AT HOME, and among our own people. We do not send North Carolina money abroad to build up other Btates. It is one of the most successful com panies of Its age in the United States. Its as sets are amply sufficient. All losses paid promptly. Eight thousand dollars paid in the last two years to families in Chatham. It will cost a man aged thirty years only five cents a day to Insure for one thousand dollars. Apply for further Information to H. A. LONDON, Jr., Gen. Agt. PITTSBOHO', N. C. Dr. A. D. MOORE, PITTSBOSO', N. C, Offer Ma profslonl rrieeii to tb eitiieot of Chatham. With an xpertaoci of thirty jriar ha LuM to f We entire afttlifaettou. JOHN MANNING, Attorney at Law, PITTSBOBQ', N. C, Preotloe. to th Courts ot Chatham, Harnett. Moor and Orange, and In the Supreme and Federal Court. O. 8. POE, Dealer In Dry Gooda, Groceries & General Uerchtnilie, All kinds of Plows and Castings, Baggy "tutorials, Fnrnlt iro, oto. PITTNBOIIO', N. CAR. A SIMILAR CASE. Jack, I hear you've gone and done It, Yes, 1 know ; most fellows will ; Went and trlod It once myself, sir, Though you sec, I'm single still. A ml you met her did yon tell me ? Down at Xewnort last July. And resolved to ask the questions At Htoiretf So did I. 1 1 ii)i)ose you left the ball- room With its music and its light ; For they say love's tlauie is brightest In the darkness of the night. Well, you walked along together, Ovei head the starlit sky. And I'll bet old man confess It You were frightened. So was I. So you strolled along the terrac e, Saw the summer moon jH.ur All It? radiance oti the waters As they rippled on the shore : Till ait length you gathered courage, When you saw that none we e nigh Ild you draw her close and tell her That you loved her? So did I. Well. I needn't ask you further. And I'm ure 1 wish you joy. Think I'll wander down and see you When you're married eh, mylioy? When the honeymoon Is over And you're settled down, we'll try What? The deuce yon say ! Rejected, You rejected ? So was 1 ! Acta Columbian!. AGATHA'S CONQUEST. "It is very likely Agatha is a little spoiled. She is a beauty and an heiress." Mrs. Mordaunt's soft, yellow hands were busied in cutting out an em broidered edge, with a pair of tiny, glittering scissors, as she leaned back in her easy-chair, before the long French window opening into the garden of Locust Lawns, as the Mordaunt place was called. A little nearer to the window, with an open book upon her knee, as she sat on a low footstool, was her niece, Sylvia Raymond. The gardens at Locust Lawns! Vel vety banks and drooping willows, white-armed statues, clothed with blos soming vines, fountain jets, ribbons of bright bloom and blossoming locust trees. The scene was very fair. Birds sang in it, and butterflies flitted through it; and in its midst stood the elegant mansion of gray stone, with its" bal conies, pillars, and windows of piate glass. A pair of great bronze lions guarded its portals, and in the large bay windows rare exotics seenied to look out into the sunshine. "Yes," related Mrs. Mordaunt, "Agatha has always had her every wih gratified, and probably she is a little spoiled.' "She was fourteen when she went away, she must have changed in three years," murmured Sylvie, gazing dreamily out among the roses. "It is three years,-' responded her aunt, in a niedilathe tone. "I was very loth to leave Agatha lehind me when we returned from abroad last summer, but her fat Iter declared that her music needed it, and she was in the best of care. Now, at last, her educa tion is finished." Mrs. Mordaunt spoke more to herself than to Sylvie. She was never apt at any time to give her niece, whom .she considered a mere child, much of her conlideuce; and yet Sylvie was only two years younger than Agatha. in a week Agatha was at home a sumptuous voting beauty, who wore the biurk poppies in her golden hair, and ever looked like the ideal work of a painter; but she was very unlike a goddess to live with, having the most exacting and selfish nature. "Did you ever see anything so lieauti ful as Agatha is, Joy?' asked Sylvie of her uncie's ward, .Joy Eggleston. "res." "What?" "A painting of Circe." For one little moment Sylvie looked troubled, for she and Joy had their secret. "Ah, you love her now! She is pret tier than I." "Hush! forbidden fruit is sweetest, Sylvie.' For his guardian strenuously advised him to marry money, his own fortune not being large, and his tastes and habits luxurious and never dreamed of his falling in love with the child called Sylvie, and so the young lovers had need of secrecy. The weak and indulged Agatha was far more a child. Sylvie's was a pure and noble soul. She had all the strength of truth and simplicity, and it was the girl's very beautiful self that Joy loved. Yet the Egglestons had passionate blood, and Agatha Mor daunt drew him towards her by the sensuous side of her nature. As for Agatha, she had fallen recklessly in love with this princely young man. "I don't care if he is poor, I'm going to have him, mamma." "Joy isn't poor exactly. His income will always support him in modeiate style," considered Mrs. Mordaunt. "But we have looked higher for you, darling. There is young Almont, the Governor's nephew. Your father, I know, has set his heart upon that match for you." "I detest Tom Almont, with his silly speeches and compliments. I tell you, mamma, there isn't such another splendid fellow in our set as Joy Egg leston. You can't see it, because you are used to him; but he's charming a perfect Adonis. All the girls are rav ing about him, and I will have him, or nobody!" "Joy's personnelle is very fine, I know, Agatha. He is singularly hand some and genteel. I shall be willing myself, since your heaft is so set upon him; but your father " "Oil, we can outwit father." For three years the house had been as quiet as a spell-bound castle. But Agatha had come out now, and where one entertains with the most prof ase hospitality, guests are plenty. The Maynards, the Stringhams, the Al monts, and even the Governor himself, were at Locust Lawns. Tiiere was constant music, feasting and dancing. Joy, being the young gentleman of the taniily, was constantly deployed as Agatha's escort and companion. As for little Sylvie, purposely dressed in the juvenile costume of white, with a blue sash, nobody thought of her at all. She stood behind a pillar of the verandah one evening, watching the colored lights on the lawn, where the company were waltzing, when a pair of lovers strolled by, not perceiving her. "What a superb creature Agatha Mordaunt is, isn't she ?" asked the lady of her companion. "Yes. And that black-haired fellow dancing attendance upon iter is the happy mau, is he not?" asked Dick Maynard. "Oh, that is her father's ward, Joy Eggleston. lie will marry Agatha, I dare say, if she per f era hinn She always does just as she pleases." And then the two passed along, leaving Sylvie trembling in every limb. Fearing her thoughts, she started from her solitude at last, and, descend ing the steps of the lawn, her white dress caught the eye of a young mau speeding by. He turned back. "Is that you, Sylvie?" asked Joy. "I thought it was a spirit. Are you having a good time?" 'Are you, Joy?" "Well; the music's splendid, but I'm everybody's man. Your aunt wanted me to oversee the tables, and I promised Tom Almont to take care of his sis ter." "Flossy Almont? Dear Joy, it is Agatha you have danced with all the evening. It is as I have said you will lovelier.' She saw his dark eyes widen on her face. And he he beheld a face, so pure, so sweet in its purity, that he leaned suddenly and kissed the cool cheek. "Dear little Sylvie, I shall never love her. I shall never love any one but you." He caught her bright involuntary smile, ami his own face grew brighter and happier. "Don't look so fork.rn, dear. You make me sad. Come and dance; 111 get you a partner. 1 see your aunt beckoning to me." Signaling to Mrs. Maynard by a wave of his hand, he swept Sylvie into Jack Stringhanfs arms ami was off. Yes, he was very popular here, there, everywhere, bright as a fairy prince. No wonder the girls raved about him; no wonder he was beauti ful, blonde Agatha's choice. Tiiere were charades the next even ing, and Agatha in frosted silk and snowy lace, was magnificent as a bride in the pretty representation of "He brides.'' And it seemed all by chance that Joy Eggleston was the groom. "A splendid couple!" "A perfect match!" the company whispered. And Sylvie saw and heard. "He promised me he promised me!" she whispered to tier aching heart. Ah, but promises pale when the heart is young and the blood is warm! The charades were ended, and Aga tha, all glowing with her alluring beauty, was in his arms. Sylvie was watching them. He is her choice depend upon that,'' whispered Jack Sirmgham. "For myself, I'm afraid of these out-and-out beauties, and prefer a quieter style." He leaned close to the delicate girl leside him, but she did not heed nor hear. Joy had left Agatha for a moment, and suddenly Mr. Mordaunt tapped him upon the arm. "My dear boy, have no fears. 1 have not the heart to blight your happi ness. 1 did have other plans for Agatha, but I see for myself you are both suited. I shall give my con sent." A vivid color swept over Joy's face. He uttered no disclaimer. He turned. Agatha snatched at his arm. "Come out upon the verandah for a moment, Joy." They swept past the crimson curtain out into the moonlight. Agatha still wore the frosted silk and snowy veil. "Joy, mamma says oh, what shall we do? mamma says that Mr. Verne, who married us in the charade, is a justice of the peace, and we are we are really married." He did not see through the trans parent manoeuvre of mother and daughter, by which both he and her father had been outwitted. He realized only that he was the envy of every young man present; that he knew Aga tha's fortune to be even more than it was popularly supposed to be; that this beautiful creature with the license for unlimited pleasure and ease offered him in her jeweled hands this Circe, as he once likened her to was his very own. "And papa will be so angry, you know. What shall we do?" Agatha was saying. "Fear nothing, my beautiful one. I have your father's consent, Agatha and if you are mine, you will stay so." He clasped the glowing creature close, and whispered again: "My wife!" And Sylvie wras forgotten. Forgotten yet close at hand, for they had come upon her all unseen, and she had heard all. She glided from her seclusion. "What was that went by?" asked Agatha. "A ghost?" "1 saw nothing. L:t us go and speak to your mother, Agatha." Arm-in-arm they re-entered the daz zling rooms both flushed, triumphant faces telling the whole story. "It is settled, by Jove! He is master here," he heard -Tom whisper. But he did not hear the response of the young man's mother Mrs. Al mont who had known Agatha and her mother from the girl's childhood. "Sold his birthright for a mess of pottage, Tom." He heard nothing but congratula tions. He was the centre of a whirl of excitement when it became known through the thronged rooms that he and Agatha were already married. He saw, "by looks and wreathed smiles," that his place in society was now assured. He had wealth and prestige with his handsome wife. Who missed Sylvie? Xo one. Early in the morning, a maid came trembling to Mrs. Mordaunt's door. 'Miss Sylvie she had not been in her bMl all night, and no one knows where she is." But in a lew moments she came glid ing in from the damp garden, her white, dew drenched garments clinging close upon her chilled limbs; pallid as death, but for the two fever spots on her cheeks; silent, but for the in coher nt murmurings of delirium. They put her to bed, and kept the matter hushed from the bridegroom for already the preparations for a splendid wedding reception were com menced. But before they were finished little Sylvia lay stilled forever in the gray dawn, and they dared not go on, witli death in the house, and Joy must needs be told. "Sylvie dead Sylvie?" His face frightened his wife. "She has been sick, you know, for two days." "I did not know. You know I know nothing. Sylvie-Sylvie! Cheat heavens! how I must have b jen entrapped !" Such tears and groans over her life less clay! They dared not go near tim. Sylvie, poor, harmless little thing, was laid away in the family tomb. But from that day Joy Eggleston was a changed man. He was narsh, fierce, reckless a man of pleasure, or, rather, of exciting changes. lit sought the most dissipated company and squan dered his wife's fortune, until, in two years, beautiful Locust Lawns went under the hammer. "You took me for bettor or worse," he cried to Agatha, "ami it has been for worse." It was indeed. But suffering disciplined the selfish, thoughtless girl. Still she clung to him, and, as he went dovn, ministered to him. And when their money was all gone, and they stood together on the brink of starvation, h realized that this pale creature', too, bad suffered. He laid a hand on her bowed head. "We have both been punished," he said. He pitied and came U love her now. And then together thev ate the bread earned by the sweat of lis brow. THE DAILY GBIND. There are times when every man whose life is devoted to a single occu pation tires of it, and utters impatient protests against the "dally grind" that is wearing out mind arul body. He sighs for anything but the treadmill upon which he performs a daily march on the knowledge that to-morrow and for many morrows, probably until for him the wheel revolves no more, the same steady tramp, the same daily grind, will continue. The hod-carrier, w hose life is a perpetual march up a ladder and down again, the mechanic at his lathe, the clerk at his desk, the merchant at his books, the lawyer at his briefs, the journalist who has scarcely time to glance at the paper just issued whilst working for the paper to come out next morning all per forming the labor of Sisyphus in rolling the stone to the top of the hill only that it may roll down again each has his moments of weariness and disgust when he sighs for escape from his monotonous toil. Poor Charles Lamb, standing for long and weary years at his desk in the India House, cried in a moment of impatience hot frequent, with that patient, self-sacrificing spirit, that "the wood was entering his soul," ami the feeling has been shared by thousands under similar circumstances, though they may not have given it like expression. But, after all, the daily grind is not wholly an evil. In the majority of cases it is not an evil at all. There are occasions where it proves a positive good. With few exceptions the human mind works best in harness. The man who has a fixed occupation, and who devotes himself faithfully to it, is, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, on the safest road to material success, and certainly pursuing the best course for his mental health and comfort. It is not the monotonous daily grind that wears out a man so much as the excite ment and anxieties of a more unequal life. In the former case the faculties may be kept in full play, and yet the work is performed with but little strain, because the mind by loDg use has be come trained to perioral much ol the labor unconsciously. The hardest men tal workers have lived to good old age, and preserved their physical and men tal strength to the last by recognizing this fact and acting upon it. Their labor was systematized, so that it be came, in great part, routine work, a regular "daily grind" that kept their minds in full activity without undue strain. It is not the steady pace that wears out the horse, but the "spurts" which call for sudden and exhausting expenditure of muscular force. A well constructed machine, kept in steady use at uniform speed and with the strain to which it was adapted, will last longer than one suffered to lie idle at times, and then subjected to sudden and unequal strains. It is the same with the iiuman mind as with the horse and the machine. The great value of the daily grind is seen in periods of bodily suffering or mental distress. Work, steady, un ceasing work, laDor that must be per formed, is frequently in such cases the salvation of the sufferer. Through force of habit, the mind, almost me chanically, bends itself to the accus tomed task, and in performing it the pain is partly forgotten, the mental agony dulled. No better anodyne for mental distress exists than steady work of an accustomed character. Without its saving influence many a man has succumbed to dull despair, or sought relief m excitements that result in physical and mental ruin. Although Charles Lamb uttered his impatient protest against the desk which exacted of him the daily grind ot routine worK, that daily exaction probably kept him from brooding over the sad tragedy which had darkened his home and made bis life one long sacrifice and continuous painful anxiety. He was but one of the mauy who, in der the continuous strain of anxiety and men tal distress, found their greatest help in the "daily grind" of unremitting labor. Cleveland Herald. PRINCE NAPOLEON. THE TROUBLE IN THE WAY OF HARRY ING HIM OFF. The idea of the marriage of the Prin cess Thyra, of Denmark, to the young Napoleon, according to a correanon- deut, was first broached at Windsor. 1 'A. t H . . " w uui-u il iouna a warm advocate in the Princess of Wales, who was charmed at the prospects of the future companion ship of her charming sister. Albert Edward, too, was in lavor, and the united influence of the royal pair over came any opposition ever existing at the Russian court, where the Bona partes have always found warm sympa thizers. All, then, that seemed want ing was the agreement of the Spanish king and of the lady. The personal appearance of the suitor settled the lat ter question at the first interview. It is true that he is two years her junior, but what are two years in the balance against first love and a possible throne some time hence? As to the papa, he too, gave in to political considerations, and was all ready to make another marriage investment a kind of specu lation into which he has gone deeply and has been uncommonly successful, when we reflect that out of his six chil dren one will reign over his faithful Danes, George has been more or less permanently settled among the Hel lenes, the Princess Dagmar will be Em press of all the Russias and the Princess Alexandria Queen of England. The connection, tor the heir of the Bona partes, was, then, the most desirable, and the eventuality of his return to France did not seem an immense risk, so that an invitation was extended to the young gentleman, who was on . his way to visit some of his Swedish rela tives. He came quite naturally, for Copenhagen is on the direct line to Stockholm, was most cordially received by the population as well as by the court, pleased the fair Thyra and after a short stay went north, promising to stop on his return, when the whole party would go to England, continue the acquaintance and sign the marriage contract. So far everything had gone on merrily, but suddenly there was a hitch in the proceedings. The prince did not renew his visit, and although the family, according to agreement, crossed the chaunel, he still remains at Arenburg, all of which is asserted to be the work of M. Rouher, the great medi cine mau of the Bouapartist body, who, like Victor Hugo among the radicals, will not t derate any interference with his functions of spiritual director of 1 rench imperialism, lhe Empress and Fieury knew that he would give them trouble, and would play the part of a wicked enchanter who nad been omitted from the list of guests at the christen ing; but they hoped to keep their pro ject secret until it was too late to do mischief. Alas! they forgot that news paper reporters are indiscreet. Rouher found out all about it, said never a word for weeks, and then came down upon the contracting parties with the simple phrase: "How is the young couple to live i1 lhcy must keep up an establishment in harmony with their position. Six horses at least are neces sary in the stables. The Prince must have au equerry, a secretary and a valet de chain bre; the priucess a lady of honor. There must be a town house and a villa. Civilized man cannot do without a cook, and his imperial high ness cannot black his own boots any more than milady can lace her own stays. W ltli less than .ITO.OOO per an num this is impossible, and where wrill they get the i.15,000?" This question was a puzzler. The Danish monarch is not a Croesus, but he ollercd to put down a million francs, which, at five per cent., would only leave 13,000 more to be made up, and the Empress lias determined to sell her property in Paris, of which M. Rouher occupies, rent free, the most desirable part; but the great medicine man kicks against the arrangement, and unless a loan, in the style of the Don Carlos bonds, can be negotiated, it is hard to see any is sue trom the dilemma. The discovery of a new island in the Polar seas is announced by the following telegram from Troniso : E. Johannessen, who has just returned there, reports that he penetrated a considerable distance to the east be yond Novaja Zemlja. On Sept. 3, in longitude bt deg. east and latitude 1 1 deg. 2o min. north, he discovered an island which lie has named Ensom heden (loneliness). It is about ten miles long and level, the highest point not exceeding one hundred feet. It was free from snow with poor vege tation, but an immense quantity of birds. The sea was tree trom ice to ward the west, north and south, but drift ice was seen toward the south east. There was evidence that the Gulf Stream touched the west coast of the island; the stream runs in a strong current round the north coast toward the southeast. Everything about the ice was favorable for navigation, so long as the vessel did not go too near the mainland of Siberia." The newly discovered island lies, therefore, some what to the southeast of the region visited by the Austrian expedition of 1S7.-J-74. London Times. The investigation by a committee of the British Association of the causes leading to the Princess Alice disaster has proved a fact of startling interest to seamen. Tiie repoit of the com mittee says: "It is found an invaria ble rule that during the interval in which a ship is stopping herself by the reversal of her screw, the rudder pro duces none of its usual effects to turn the ship, but that under these circum stances the effect of the rudder, such as it is. is to turn the ship in the oppo site direction from that in which she would turn if the screw were going ahead." Mexico has an import trade amount ing to 76,000,000 annually, of which England supplies $60,000,000. THE FLIGHT OF EUGENE. SCENES IN TIIE EMPRESS'S PRIVATE APARTMENTS. Under the title "Xotes of 1870." Senator Eugene Pelletan publishes in the Paris liajtpel some account of the scenes m the Palace of the Tuileries at the time of the Empress Eugenie's flight. He says, under date Paris, September 5th, 1870 : We only learned this mornunr of the Empress's flight. She wras sood enoucrh to be frightened away. Tiiere are in the Tuileries some state papers and the crown diamonds. The government of the National Defence appointed Durier and myself to see to their safe ty. We found the gate closed and the palace deserted. A captain of the Na tional Guard was in command and was guarding it with his company. He took us to the Empress's apartments. On entering her dressing-room we ier- ceiveu an ouor oi something burning. A heap of burned papers was smoking still in the chimney-place. lias dressing-room is quite long. It would serve as a wrash-room for a board ing school. A narrow marble table occupies the whole of one side, and supports a whole pharmacy of pots and phials. It is a complete museum of all that the perfumer's art has invented of pastes, powders, opiates, greases, oils, beef's marrow, and perfumed waters, intermingled with brushes, pencils, powder-puffs, chignons, false hair, in a word, of all the contrivances for a woman who gives the key-note to fashion and teaches the world the art of rendering beauty ridiculous. A cer tain number of hats lie all around; so many candidates for the last head-dress, successively tried and rejected. A guardian of the place, in a green cloak, wras kind enough to initiate us into the mysteries of this sanctuary of the toilette. He pointed out a large rosette in the middle of the ceiling. When Her Majesty dressed or un dressed, this opened like a fan. A rail road in the story above bore to the opening the mass of velvets or laces in dispensable to the circumference of an empress. An elevator respectfully de posits this august finery m the dress-ing-rooin, and then removes the old clothes that Her Majesty has just put off. In this dressing-room the Empress passed her last moment as a sovereign. She had to choose a traveling costume suited to the circumstances. Doubt less she hesitated about the head ar rangements, judging by the quantity of bonnets scattered all about the cabi net. The Empress talked a great deal, which saved her from reflection. She had said ; "I shall not fall like Marie Antoinette. I shall be able rather to ride away on horseback." Indeed she had remarkable skill as a horsewoman. But when the time came to put her foot in the stirrup, the blood rushed to her heart and she trembled, though no danger threatened her. The people were moving peaceably beneath her windows without looking up. They had already forgotten the Empress; thev saw in her only a woman, and they passed by in silence. At the moment of departure she asked tor a cup ot bouillon. She had not the strength to take it. We found the cup still full with a bit of bread beside it. When she started to go she could not walk and had to be. sup ported. Her loneliness frightened her. She looked about for her War Minister: absent! Her Minister of Marine: gone! Her intimate adviser, Rouher : van ished! Her Prefect of Police: fled! Every one for himself ; saure qui peut I Everything in disorder; so the Empire was to end. The Empress's apartment is quite regal. She had had it decorated by Chapelain in the Boucher style. It is not altogether dazzling; no more is it edifying. The artist had painted on the frieze of a salon the portraits of Cochonette. of Turlurette, of Dmdo nette and of Brichonette. But I do not assert positively the authenticity of these. They were the pet names oi the great ladies ot the court, tne tavor ites of nearest intimacy. The room reserved for jewels is alone a complete jeweler's museum. There could be seen all the known or novel specimens of pearls, brooches, aigrettes, diamond necklaces, bracelets, pins, clusters, combs, all labeled and shut in class cases. Some were missing from their cases. Her Majesty had had the presence of mind to carry them off. She had established beside her bed room an oratory, a confessional, and 1 believe also an altar adorned with a profusion of relics. Beyond the ora tory was her boudoir. It contained a book case finely carved, but ot small size. In it were more than a hundred volumes, some devotional and others of doubtful piety, like the stories of Boc cacio and the tales of Lafontaine. A foreign-medical book shone among the amorous poems of the fabulist. We would have supposed that the sovereign had borrowed it from a medical special ist, if the imperial eagle, stamped on the cover, had not told us that this suspicious book had the honor or be longing to the Empress. A little work thick as the hand, had attracted our attention by the elegance ot its style It wras the manuscript of a novel of rather sprightly style. The author had signed this indecent thing : " Your Majesty's Clown." The clown was Prosper Merimee, Senator and member of the French Academy. Tiiere was on the table of the boudoir an album richly bound and closed by a silver clasp. It was a collection of photographs and all representing the Empress in various actress costumes. She figures there as a soubrette, as Rosina, as a page, as a first young lady, as an opera dancer, in tights and gauze. The last photograph represents her as Agnes, wearing a long white dress and with eyes cast down. Below this pho tograph the Emperor hiv WTitteu : "Eutjiiue en Agnes! I!!"1 accompanying the inscription witli the four exclama tion points. Leaving this apartment all perfumed with the odors of burned letters and scented toilet waters, we descended to the lower floor to purify ourselves of the miasms of the one above. This lower story is quite a subterranean world, somewhat Babylonian, but well lighted. A long, airy, vaulted gallery opens on a series of oflices, cellars, kitchens, work-shops for pastry cooks, etc. What remains of Nero's palace in Rome can alone give an idea of this gigantic substructure. The kitchen battery is the most opulent arsenal of saucepans and dripping pans that evei adorned a palace, and makes you think that every day it supplied food for a thousand guests. Tiie wine-cellar con tained 00,000 litres of wine; the Em pire was loud ot eating and drinking. Varieties. Among the literarv treasures ws sessed by the late Archbishop Dupan loup is said to lie a hitherto unpublished hve-act tragedy by Lamartme. - What galls a man who has neither employment nor fine clothes is to have some one present him with a smoking own wortli eight dollars. During the last three months 2",- 303 immigrants arrived at the port of New York, as against -20,101) in the corresponding period last year. A female temperance lecturer from Detroit carries a miniature still with her, and in the presence of her audi ence distils alcohol from cider. The wise man placeth the stock of his gun to his shoulder before he fireth, but the fool looketh down the barrel to see the ball start. Rome Sentinel. The pawnshops in Paris are said to have made last year nearly $8,000,000 of loans on almost 2,000,000 objects a greater amount than for years before. General Grant seems to have given up his contemplated visit to India, and will remain at Pans during the winter, making occasional trips to Spain, Port ugal and Algiers. The results of the present year's valuation, as compared with last year, show a reduction of over one hundred millions of dollars in the assessed pro perty of Massachusetts. A swarm of bees took possession of Chantry church, Frome, England, the other day, and services had to be dis pensed with one .Sunday while they were being smoked out. The wool clip of Oregon this year is about C,r80,000 pounds, being 1,00,- 000 pounds more than last year. The prices range from 13 cents tor the poor est to 25 cent8for the best quality. It is proposed in New Hampshire to petition the State legislature, at ite next session, to enact a law restraining railroad companies in the State from charging more than two cents per mile. "My dear," said a wife to her hus band, "I really thing it is time we had a green-house." "Well, my love, pain it any color you please. Red, white, or green will suit me," responded the hus band. Comprehensive. A comuanv of . " i. u settlers, in naming their new town, called it Dictionary, because, as they said, "that's the only place where peace, prosperity and happiness are always found." Montana has contributed $10,000 to the yellow fever sufferers. Utah has contributed about 0,000, collected in the mining camps, Salt Lake and Ogden, but none contributed by the Mormons. The great depression in trade now prevailing in India may be judged of from the fact that there are at present about 150 vessels lying in the port of Calcutta, only six of which have char ters for a fresh voyage. Half a dozen high-toned citizens of New Jersey are on trial for conspiracy to defraud the depositors of a savings bank of which they were ollicials. No wonder that small savings drift more and more into government bonds. Miss Celeste Winans, daughter of the late Thomas Winans, of Baltimore, is said to be the richest heiress in America, very handsome, and only twenty. The fortune she inherited from her father is said to be $20,000, 000. Eleven hundred and fifty bales of cotton have just been shipped north ward from Texas. The interesting fact concerning it is that it is destined for a foreign port, and is the first ship ment of the kind taken away from the Gulf by rail. The American Consul at Lyons calls attention to a remarkable feature in the world's commerce at the present time, that the United States is the only country whose exports exceed its im ports, with the exception of India, which has a small trade balance in its favor. The British Government is going to establish a mint at Hong Kong, at an expense of $250,000, for the purpose of coining a piece of English money to supplant the trade dollar, which is a universal medium of exchange in the Chinese empire. It has driven the old favorite the Mexican dollar, entirely out of circulation. A West Hill man painted a ferocious-looking sign: "L ok out for the dog," and put it up in the front yard to scare away tramps. The next morn ing a tramp, with a bad smile, shoul ders like a load of hay, a club with death smiling out of every knot of it, rapied at the front door, demanded some hot biscuit, meat, potatoes and a cup of cofl'ee, and asked pleasantly: " How is the dog?" lim lington Hauk ee. The debt of 130 cities and towns in the United States increased in ten years, from 180 to 1870, from $221, 000,000 to $044,000,000. The muni cipal debt of the city of New York in creased during the same period on an average over $221,000 ier week; Phila delphia over Sou,uuu per wee; uosion, $57,700; Brooklyn, $50,000 ; Chicago, $23,800; St. Louis, $20,400; Jersey City, $17,000, and Newark, N, J, $16,000.