SALISBURY. SB". I C..S JANUARY, 24, 1878.
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AN HISTORICAL INCIDENT.
I Almnt the middle of the fifth century,
the. banks of the Loire,.
flourished the fair city of Orleans.
situated iu ajertile and sunny province
Which centnries before had submitted to
the conquering arms of the Roman Em
pire. This province bad since then often
.-suffered severely from the tumultuous
irruptions of the Barbarians, those impla
cable enemies flnie andfrivilizatiou.
But a power far njore -toe feared now
threatened Orleans. Attila with a count
ies host savag 'followers was'encom-
-passing its gates Sm4 threatening ruin on
its very ramparts? " The fury of Gath and
'Bandal was harmless compared to the
merciless cruelty of tho Hunnish king
kvlio spread tenor and destruction wher
-l.UnftWliftd.tiAs noVeriul afcTaiser
lane, as fierce and revengeful; as Zingar,
he had already laid waste the fairest
provinces and reduced to a heap of deso
lation the most beautiful cities of the Em
pire. To add to the terror of his name it
iwas confidently believed that his power
i v-as equal to his cruelty and rapacity
His dominions stretched from the Danube
to tLe Balga, to the confines both of the
T"pctprn nml Western empires. Iuuumer-
cried the good Bishop, and the glad shout
was taken up and echoed and . re-echoed
by every tongues, Orleans was immedi
ately invested, and Attila, raising the
seige, drew up his forces upon the plains
of Chalons. Here in a short time was
fought the memorable battle letween the
civilization and Christianity of the west
and the unlettered savagery and super
stition of the east.
Bat let us return to Orleans. In the
host of Theodorie was a young barbarian
whose merit had elevated him to an hon
orable station in the military service. It
was with more than the eagerness and
impetuosity of the warrior that Odoacer
entered the beleaguered city. Within
those walls vas the home of bis beloved
Thendelinda. It was the thought of her
fate that had given, almost superhuman
stfengthtiwnjdjrage o,- hiarroe
Wigbt aTonce'tne lowly roof of Hilderic.
This venerable man was seated en his
door-step writh head bowed in the attitude
of deepest dejection. A feeling of indig
nation seized the heart of the wild war
rior as he beheld the abject condition of
theudelinda's father. Angrily he re
proached him for his sorrow amidst the
universal joy at the deliverance of Or
leans. To theseJreproaches the aged man
made no reply but bending his head un-
' able tribes and provinces had yielded to-L.j ifc regted upou hU kneeg he began
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his victorious arms, and were bound to
him by the faith of treaties or the power
of conquest. And now, with a countless
liorde, including many of 4he most fierce
and warlike nations, he had inarched from
the centre of his dominions to the confines
of Gual and laid in ruins the fairest por
tion of that suuny region. At length
wishing to gain a position w hich should
command the passage of the Loire, he
drew up his savage and formidable legions
beforo the gates of Orleans." The inhabi
tants though almost destitute of succor
prepared fora vigorous resistance. The
nime-of Attila, however dreaded, did not
deprive them of the courage requisite to
defy that power which had hitherto seem
ed invincible. The fate of Metz warned
them of their own "destruction should
their implacable enemy succeed irr his
present purposes. That city had lately
been laid in ruins and the lonely shrine
of St. Stephens' alone marked The site ofj
the once proud and flourishing town of;
Metz. For many days the seige of' Or- !
leans con tilled. Withourtiope of assist- I
ance thc inhabitants trusted to their own 1
courage and to the power of the God of;
nations who had said, that the race is not j
always to the swift nor the battle to the
KtroiiL'. Everv man caimble of bearing
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arms sprang to the rescue, and the j
ancient bishop beariug before him the j
holy --symbols oi religion, exhorted the j
people to remain faithful, to stand up;
with courage before the heathen host from
which the Almighty, in due time would
send thetu deliverance. But the days
passed slowly away and no succor came
from either man -or the Lord of hosts.
A foe more terrible even than Attila now
began to press them within the city. Each
their scanty supply of food diminished
until gaunt hunger stalked through all
the streets and slew more victims even
than the sword Tuf the Huh.-, Then the
walls of the city began to give way. The
battering ranis of the enemy had shaken
them in many places, and unless speedily
relieved. Orleans must fall a nrey to the
merciless victor. The most undoubted
courage, the-most determined resolution
will sometimes give way when opposed
by equal valor and superior strength.
The inhabitants beheld their approaching
ruin with a feeling of terror impossible to
describe. The men stand to their arms
however, while the helpless crowd, of wo
men and children and aged men fall pros
trate in the streets beseeching the favor
and protection of the God of the Chris
tians. Already the heathen army has en
tered the very suburbs of The city. The
work of slausrther and rapine has begun
and.tho trembling defenceless fugitives
,.from without are pressing towards -the
Agates of Orleans and crying for refuge from
the merciless fury of the Hun. Despair
"seizes the stoutest hearts and many re
sign themselves to the fate they had Vain
ly striven to avert. In this moment of
suspense and horror there was one whose
confidence remaiuetl unshaken, who stiil
believed that the Almighty would yet
send succor aud deliverance to the trem
bling captives who supplicated his favor.
He earnestly exhorted the people ttf wait
in hope and patience for the salvation of
the Lord. Upon the ramparts of the city
were placed a sentry, sent thither by this
Christian Bishop. AIL day they stood
there gazing fixedly into the far horizon
to catch the faintest sign of comiug relief.
- ' It was now the close of eveuiug aud
they should have to return to the trem
j bling, eager crowd below with no word of
I cheer or encouragement. But lo ! as sick
with hope deferred they turned to depart,
a strange object attracted their sight. In
the far distant edge of the horizon, almost
beyond the range of haman vision, was a
long dark line that seemed to be moving
Breathless with expectancy they gazed
while it drew nearer, still nearer and un
til it was no longer just a speck upon the
distant ray, but a mighty host in martial
array and with banners floatins in the
evening air. It proved to be the confed
erate army of Goths and Romans hasten
jng to the relief )f Orleans. The joyful
news flew rapidly through the city. "It
is the aid of God! It is the aid of God!"
A New-Year's Caller.
Widoio Van" Dusenbery'f Interview
the Personal Is . s
jnE WIDOW.
weeping tears of bitterest anguish. 7 A
vague suspicion now seized Odoacer, and
in a changed voice he inquired news of
Theudelinda. "Alas! I know not her
fate," replied Hilderic, mourufuHy. "She
was saiournins in Metz when the Merci
less Attila invaded our country and
have cause to believe thatrlshe shared the
fate of its miserable inhabitants. This
coniecture proved correct and no tidings
of the young girl ever reached" the ear
of the grief-stricken parent or the heart
broken lover. Hilderic died soon after,
and Odoacer never recovered from the
loss of his beloved Theudelinda. Fer
many years he wandered a gloomy, half
naked savage through the densest wilds
of Pannouia. Then ambition began to
fire his cold and lifeless heart and goad
him forward in the pursuit of fame aud
position, lie cast his eyes over the trou
bled scene of Roman politics and lelieved
that in the tumult of faction and the dis
cord of rulers he might find ample oppor
tunities to exercise his talents and to win
success. In this resolution he was strength
ened by the exhortations of an aged monk
to whom the superstition of the times at
tributed the power of working miracles
and predicting future events. So thus
encouraged he followed the high road to
Rome and to destiny. His career there
was rapid, and unchecked; nor was his
anbition-satisfied until he had grasped
the sceptre of royalty and the acclama
tions of the millions proclaimed him king
of Italy. 1
VlUGIXIA.
Salisbury, Jan. 14th, 1873.
"Who wants to be half a millionaire V
she exclaimed pettishly. "Why not make
it a round sum at oncet A million dollars
would put my poof boy on; his feet and
enable him to hold Sp-his head among the
millionarie8.M . - -
A million of dollars is a, large sum,"
aid the stranger, "and the millionaries
are few in number."
"Oh ! it is a mere trifle," said the wid-
.... Jin 1
ow. "1 Know a gooa many inuuouaires,
and I have always thought ; it would be
feuch a comfort to be one of them. I should
so like to know what the feeling of Si mil
lonaire must be."
"Your wishes are not to be denied,'1
said the munificent visitor. "Here is the
sum you ask for !" and, without more ado,
he plumped a bundle of greenbacks into
her lap, which she seized upon with as
much avidity as a hungry cur would snap
ata boue. But, strangely enough, the
possession of this immense sum only
produced a feeling of disappointment and
rfiirret. which must have reflected on her
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face, for the stranger exclaimed, with
astonishment: "What! does not that sat
isfy you ?"
"I don't like to appear ungrateful," said
the widow ; "but, after all, $1,000,000 is
but a small matter, compared with the
fortunes of some of the mere upstarts that
live on the avenue. I couldu't even afford
to move further Hp town on such a sum ;
and I don't think that Bait could keep a
yacht on it. If it were only $10,000,000,
now, I should be entirely satisfied."
The stranger fairly jumped in his sent
when he heard the exorbitant demand.
"Ten millions of dollars !" he exclaimed,
"It is monstrous !" However, I cannot de
ny you!" aud he smiled sweetly, the widow
thought, as he piled up the great bundles
of greenbacks before her.
The widow breathed short for a mo
ment ; and then, as the thought of all the
body's existence. It 1a a , frivolous mis
take to feel a repugnance at committing a
murder yourself when yon feel none while
enjoying the results of murder committed
bv other people." -', ;!, -.-
"But. whom do you wiso me tomurderi.
she asked. -.- jr . . . ' '
"I do not ask you to murder any one in
particular," said the stranger. "AH that
I would have yon do is to throw a oart
into a crowd. Whoever it may strike
will be a long way off, and yon may ac
quit yourself of any evil design or ill-natured
feeling against any one in especial.
Here is a littlearrowf f JtJias a very sharp
point. Take it and . throw it with all
your force.- It will; take a long flight
but it will strike somebody." : , , 4 .
? A good way off f" j said 8e auI sae
took.it in her. trembling,hand. ,
Al6ngvayff
"Now, then, throw." And she lifted her
arm and threw the arrow with all her
might. As she did so, the stranger glanc
ed at her with a fearful grin. The wall
of the apartment suddenly fell away like
a mist, and she saw the prostrate form of
a young man lying beneath a palm tree,
with the arrow lodged in his breast. And
she heard him exclaim, in faint accents,
as the life-blood flowed from his wound :
"Oh ! mother, mother !"
She shrieked : "I have murdered my
dear Bait !,T
.4 Tliere was a loud crash. The terrible
vision disappeared. The stranger was
gone. There was not a scrap of a green
back to be seen, while Bridget rushed
into the parlor, exclaiming,: "For dear
sakes! What in the world is the mat
ter?"
"Did anybody go out, just now f" said
Mrs. Van Dusenbery, rubbing her eyes.
"Not a soul has been inside the house,"
said Bridget.
"Did you see any bundles of greenbacks
lying about. ?" asked the widow.
"Is that all your manners, you rogue VJ
"Don't go yet -said the widow..; "IJe
will learn to behave better,- one of these
days. ..Take him down iu to the basement,
Bridget, and gye hiin jspnie turkey and
pudding and aifc orange and a bunch of
grapes. Couhi you eat a bit of turkey,
Dennis!" : - ;:
' Dennis was pretty sure that he could,
if an opportunity; were .attbred Jiim. ? $0
he disappeared from, the; presence of the
Widow Yau ? Dusenbery, who , requested
him to call again whenever he was hun
gry, which he promised to q. . And
Bridget consigned him to the cook, who
laughed mei-rily as tib cola ' turkey tun
islied which she had placed before him. -
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J'When the Widow Van tDuseobery .re-
lated the incidents whicluuave ;Oeen so
billy-goat that has been run over by 'si
freight train. Now, which of the two
think you; God and the angels smile up
on the most the beautiful woman or the
fashionable young lady t - - iy
. -a THE THREE SOXS;
Nobility of squV chiefly s QnsistuiiU
ing good to those i who have JpjnrcdWjas.
A 'worthy jnan, full of yeam .mid wealth,
wished to divide Jus . possessions between
his three sons, in order that-he might eo-
joy iu Jiis Jifethna.the: pleaspre )-ofc,eeia2
tbem.iirfependeni and prosperoujew After
making an. equal division of his property,
and giving to each, his portioiuUie said,
f Theie still remains! iu jay. possession a
verjfvaluablo-diaBiohdI intea4 it? fo?
him among yon will deserve it besVuby
iorprfeetlyettherrbwe ef FntherT p&f fif uilug'Sbuie genrous noble" action,
"Not a rag," said Bridget.
"And don't you smell any brimstone T"
asked the widow.
"Not a ha'porth," replied Bridget, "ex
cept the parlor-matches." "But who did
this!" she asked, as she pointed at the
Lansing, the next day, from whose lips
the writer heard them, she remarked that
she didn't think that the tempter could
ever have succeeded in persuading her to
throw that arrow if he had not looked so
much like the Rev. Dr. Brown Stout,
whom she revered so highly.
"That is always the way with the P.
D.," said Father Lansing. "He always
takes the most pleasing forms when he
intends to ruin a human soul, as he did
when he tempted Saint Anthony in the
guise of a lovely woman."
It may be of some interest to the gener
al public to know that the widow and her
sou Bait live very quietly in their
own house on the avenue, nnd contrive to
rub along on their limited income of $30,
000 a year. She has become renowned
for her charities, and he enjoys the reputa
tion of an accomplished billiard player;
but he has not been able to join the Four-iu-hand
Coaching Club. On his way
from his travels he was asked by the Rev.
Dr. Brown Stout what had impressed him
most in the Holy Land. To which he re
plied : "Fleas." Independent.
LOVELY WOMAN AND HER WAYS.
within the next three, months."
The three sons departed, but met again
at the end of the prescribed time. They
ptesent themselves before their judge, and
the eldest begins as follows : S
"Father during my absence, a stranger
found himself so circumstanced as to be
obliged to intrust all his money into my
keeping. He had no receipt trom me,
and could produce no proof, security
nevertheless, I faithfully restored the
whole. Was not this praiseworthy V
"You only did your duty, my son," said
the old man j "it would have been scauda
lousto do otherwise, for honesty is a duty;
yours was an act of justice, not generos
ity." "
The second son, in his turn, related his
story. "In my travels I came to the bor
der of a lake. A child had just fallen in
to the water. I jumped iu and rescue
him from death before the eyes of the
villagers, who will attest the truth of my
statement."
"That was well done," interrupted the
father, "but it was simply an act of hu
inanity."
At length the youngest brother began
"My father," said he, "I found my morta
enemv. w ho had wandered oti" the track
The following few remarks on some ot during the night, asleep and nnconsciou
good she might do if Bhe only had a little little japanned table, that was over-turn-
more, and of the respect that would be while the glasses were broken and the
paid to Bait when he should come back, fl.,sfc 0f Chartreuse was pouring itself out
and of the magnificent white-marble house
she would like to build on Murry hiil, of
the charitable institutions she would en
dow, of the dinner parties she would give,
and of the diamonds she might purchase
as the thought of these things flashed
upon her mind, she had a feeling of un-
happiness winch she had never
perieuced before.
"You are still unsatisfied," said
. , , 1 -wt m -11
stranger, impatiently, "iiy cuu
not say at first what you wished ?
detain nie all this while, when I
1 . 11. .. t tt
in a goiuen stream upon mo jioquvuu
carpet.
"It was the 'personal D himself V
said the widow, putting her hand upon
her heart, which beat, violently. "I see
it all ! O! I have had such an exper
ience.
ex-the
you
Why
have so
this inoruiug t
of vour
Tin: i:ksli.t.
a beggar
just now,
PIONEER FUN.
A Stylisli Dance in the Early Days of Col
orado.
The Boulder (Col.) Mirror thus talks
over the good old times :
The first settlers of Boulder came here
in 1858. In 1850 quite a number came,
and some sixty log houses were erected be
fore I860 stepped in. Of these log houses
but fe' remain. Christmas, 1859, saw a
jovial crowd of dancers in one of these
houses, wiudowless. we believe, at that
time. The hardy pioneers were after fun
UUU lliUl 11. 1UC UlgilV 111 IjULOllWil f
about two hundred sous of toil and seek
ers of gold and their fortunes, and seven
teen ladies had assembled at the above
named place to partake of a frontier
terpsichorean. Marinus G. Smith was
then one of the beans of the town and his
dress-suit consisted of pants made out of
seamless sacks, aud colored blue by the
aid of logwood. A lady now living in
town had an elegant dress made out 01
flour sacks, also colored by the aid of log
wood. There were few white shirts in
the neighborhood then, most of the pio
neers wearing woolen flannel ones. A
man with a white shirt on was iu style,
and could dance with his coat off; a man
without any would wear a coat buttoned
up to the neck. Coats for dancing pur
poses did net seem to be any too numer
ous, consequently the pioneers helped
each other out. For instance, Alf. Nichols
had six white shirts, which were all at
that ball, and the coats of those six white-
slrirted fellows went to cover the backs ot
some one else. When one fellow had a
dance he would lend his coat to -another,
aud then his. turn would come, and so the
white shirts and long coats were dancing
all night, and went around among the two
hundred men. There were no wall flow
ers among the soveutecu ladies. But they
say the supper for the occasion was a
grand affair. Washboilers full of coffee,
great hunks of Uacktailed deer, jack rab
bits, fish, game, and delecacies brought
from the State in cans, all went to make
up a glorious supper one that the par
takers would like to see repeated. There
may not havo been much style, but the
seamless sacks and flour bags saw as much
pure enjoyment as does the. finest and
gaudiest attire of to-day.
Bridget.
"He is a
with bundles of green- beauty ior sucu a punur us -
against think l" Witu scorniui empuasis umi
words.
"He is a human being," said the widow,
scanning his ragged garments pityingly.
"I hain't been doin' nothiu'," said the
bov. timidly.
Envy makes us see what will serve
to7 accuse -others, and not perceive
what mav justify.
many other calls to make,
Let me know at once the limit
wishes, that I may gratify them aud bo
done with it."
"Well, then," said, the widow, growing
bolder as he spoke, "I do not think it
would be at all beyond the bounds of a
moderate ambition if I should say that 1
will be entirely content with a hundred
millions. Properly invested, by the ad
vice of my brokers in Exchange place, I
think it would yield me an income of ten
millions a year; and with that sum Bait
and I could manage to rub along without
help from anybody."
"The demand is preposterous, madam,
But I cannot deny you !" said the stran
ger, with a graver expression than he had
vpfsliown. And instantly the whole
room was filled
backs. They were stacked up
the Avails and under the tables, and heap
ed upon the floor iu every direction. And
the widow looked around upon the treas
ure.with a proud aud lofty feeling, in
which there was hardly a tinge of sel
fishness, for she thought only of the bene
fit that her darling son would derive from
it. Don't call it selfishness. She was
.iu rely womanly.
"I must now mention the condition
upon which this vast sum shall be yours,"
said the stranger.
- "The condition !" exclaimed the widow,
ooking at him reproachfully. "I imag
ined it was all mine already."
"Wealth has its responsibilities," said
the stranger, "aud you surely could not
expect to have a huudred millions of dol
lars and do nothing for it. But the con
dition on which this great treasure shall
be left with you is very light. It is ouly
that vou shall commit a murder."
"Horror!" exclaimed the widow. "I
can never do it.
"Very well, then, said the stranger.
"I have nothing more to say." And he
couimeuced. putting the greeubacks iuto
his bosom. Aud as the widow watched
the lessening heaps she cried out : "Stop !
Stop!"
The stranger stayed his hand, and the
bundles of greenbacks were as numerous
as before. They fell all around her like
flakes of snow.
"How can T sully ray hand and my con
science bycommitting a murder f" said
the widow.
"Why, my dear madam," said the
stranger, "your squeamishness is absurd.
Do you not know that wealth of all kinds
represents toil, and suffering, and agony,
and murder t The jewels that sparkle in
your ears were only obtained by the sac
rifice of many lives, and you do not en
joy a luxury but at the cost of some-
"Didn't you say there was
bov who came to the door,
Bridget !" asked the widow.
"I did, inarm, replied Bridget; "and he
is standing on the sidewalk, now, cry
ing.
ll)nr mtla fullnvc " Hii tll. Widow. QS
X v ' ' 1 aii.-' v . v- . - - - 7 -.
she wiped a tear from her eyes. "Go call
him in."
"Call in a beggar !" exclaimed Bridget,
lifting up her hands in amazement. "Call
in a beggar-boy !"
"Yes. Call him in. What if he is a
beggar boy ? He is somebody's sou. He
is the dear Bait of some fond old mother.
Let me see him. I must do something
the habits of the gentler sex we clip from
the Louisville Courier Journal. To say
that the writer of the article is not level
headed is to deny our belief in all pro
priety and elegance :
"It is indeed a funy and ridiculous
sight to see a lovely woman stop at a
street crossing, give her body a fearful
twist, stoop low and reach backward and
downward uearly to her heels, and grab
from forty to fifty pounds of dress tail, full
of dirt and dust, shake it fiveorsix times,
like a buzzard fixing ils wings to fly, then
lrobble across the street like a lame tur
key to the other side, there to "let go,"
turn round four or five times, and start
off like a stern-wheel boat 111 a storm.
Such fautastic, fashionable freaks of folly
as we see sometimes upon our streets are
certainly very unbecoming to all that is
modest, beautiful and lovely in woman.
Think of it. The idea of a fashionably
dressed blonde or brunette stopping
dead still upon the street, kick out and
up like a cow at an army of loose hornets,
grab her clothes in her hand, and with a
body bent, looking out from under a lit
tle hat perched upon one side of the head,
making A public exhibition of her heels
and hose as she skirts across the street
like an ostrich on a run, au exact copy in
Crudepautiorofhat mvaluaWe
book, TheXlorKxirfanise died on hia
knees while praying- He was a. man
of remarkable industry Vnd fervent
trciy. xi is nearc ueat .warmiv ior tne
poor aud r suffering. , He .consecrated
the . entire, profits , of the isecopdiaud
third editions of Uls i book to relieve
the poor. It was his soul's etighrto
minister to their wants1 He' was; a:
for somebody."
Iu a few minutes Bridget pushed into 8tyle and dress of the woman who rides
the presence of the widow one of the a gpotted horse in a circus and jumps
worst-clad little ruffians she had ever be- through a paper balloon for $15 a week
held.
"Here he is," said
and applause. Look at the modestly
dressed, sweet faced, humble girl, walk-
homeward, having been on a mission for
her mother, perhaps. No foolishness
about her. She lives, dresses, acts and
looks plain. She and fashion are strang
ers. Loafers aud blackguards don't stare
at her, and make all kinds of remarks
about her. No! She commands respect
gent J11 busijaes8,ferxenfc in spir-
it, serving the Lord." " ,ttf;i!-d?-r;-
' The firstr copy 6f the ' CfenTOrdance 1
he'presented to QueenCarolinwife
rif t3eorge3I.;ir i73tThe:liiieca "
was so well pleased with it shVprom i
ised to reward him ; but sixteen daysu
after she finished her brief life. Poor
Cruden's hopes were disappointed.
He kept on in his back store in Lon
don, in the Royal Exchange. When
nearly 70 years old he war missed.
Search was made in his lodzings. and-
the man of God was found kneeling
hy his chair, with the open Bible be
fore him, his face calm and peaceful.
Thus he died alone. Yet not alone.
He who says, "Lo, I am with youjil-
ways,"-was with him. How blessed
thus to fall asleep in Jesus
"Asleep in Jesus", O for roe
May such a blissful refuge be f
David Livingston, the beloved mis
sionary and exp!orerof Africa, also died
on his knees. Future generations will
be benefitted by his life-work. Like
Cruden, he died poor and alone, and
while in the act of prayer. From his
long and weary march ovef" a wild
and untrayersed country, exposed to
hostile tribes of savages, to malaria
and other diseases, lie at last had to
rest. He could be carried no further.
His faithful men built him a hut be
neath a large tree, and here the weary
traveler rested. After giving him
food and prepariug his couch, his
faithful servant left hira,hopiug sleep
would relieve him. After some hours
they drew aside the curtain; Livings
ton was on his knees. They listened
there was no voice ; they touched him
he was cold in death 1 Thus died
this Wonderful man. His attendants
embalmed his body, and bore it hun-
rlrvi nf miln in fhf nnnsr. It tinw
read it, without any other looa ot anji A
kind. And Mr. Miller is madetosav that 1U "
a bushel of corn ground and tolled will repose kings, poets, divines, and phi-
last a cow of 900 pounds weight, twelve losophers. Blessed ending of a busy
days." Now, shall we believe this, or is ufe j His life was one of prayer, as
there some mistake I the article has all 11 oa :n,iliatPtr
tha nnnpfinincp f r-Mnilnr. but I e.m hard- I
. . .. . , T wl uIIis watch-word at the gate of death;
v I 1 1 ...... . r ...... . i . f i . n
a mv little three-vear-old cow have 1 1 J .
really been wasteful in feeding her four A medical student in New York
quarts of meal and four quarts of bran, recently clied on his knees, while in
two bundles of torn-stalks, and the po- praver an(j aion0 w;tl, Qod. The day
tato and apple parings from the kitchen, ' , . , . , nUinwI nf n
J T..., t tl, l.oo flio rnnira I
too. of a cood share of the north half of Pn m his head. Nothing especially
the lower peninsula of Michigan, and I alarming in so common an occurrence,
had just been thinking that slie ought to I he retired to his room, hoping sleep
be better fed. Why, Mr. Miller !after
this bushel of corn is ground and tolled,
there remaiu-but 54 pounds, allowing GO
pounds to the bushel. Divide this by 12
and it gives but four and a half pounds
per day, or two and a quarter pounds at a
on the edge of a precipice ; the least move
incut would have been fatal, as on awak
ing he must haye tumbled into the abyss.
His life was in my hands. I took all
precautions to awake him gently, and
drew him away from the danger."
"Ah ! my son," cried the father with
joy, and embracing him tenderly, "with
out dispute, the riug belongs to you."
THAT IMPROVED METHOD.
3,
of
In the Scientific American of Nov.
last, it is Btated that L. W. Miller,
Stockton, N. Y., has successfully practic
ed feeding milch cows with only three
ouarts of corn meal per day, and, as I
"You need make no apologies, my poor by her dress and conduct upon the public for Mr. Bergh. I am
would relieve his pain. Next morn-
as the breakfast bell rang-, there
was no response from him. Another
voice had called liira away." After
breakfast his room was entered. The
mess; just about enough for a family hasty bed iaJ not been distured. The young
pudding. I think you must be a homwo- kneeline- bv the bed. with
pathist. sure. 1 advise you to look out ... , .
I Ins linnHs niilsiiroin na in tlift tint. Ot
aware that nature
child," said the widow. "Pray what is
your name V
"Me name is Dinnis," said the beggar.
"Poor boy ! Aud why did your mother
let you come out in such a plight, such a
day as this?" said the widow, as she wip
ed a tear from her eye.
"Me mother has been sent up to the
Island for thirty days," said Deunis, hang
ing his head aud blushing. "And she
couldn't help it."
ItDear! dear! dear!" exclaimed the
widow, 'tenderly.
"It wasn't no fault of me mother's,"
said Dennis, holding his head up again.
"It w-as all along of that Mrs. Sullivan,
who pulled me mother's hair."
"Tlmt'a riirht. Always speak up for
streets. See her in spotless wnite, loos
ing like an angel. Keeling at the bedside
with her face and eyes lifted heavenward,
and iu accents low aud sweet, breathing
from her pure lips the language of her I
soul in humble prayer : "Our father who
art in heaven." Angels put their ears to
the twinkling stars and listen to her pray
ers. The one a meek, humble. Christian
vonnrr woman, whose affections are fixed
9 '
on things above the foibles aud fol
lies of a fashionable world whose very
soul pants for the light aud love of a
''home over there." The other, a tuiu-
visaged, "made-up" wouiau of a fashiona
ble world, whose heart and soul is en
gulfed in the great whirlpool of inock
h.mniness aud follv : who never looks in
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eventually guages the capacity of the l'ei. anus
stomach to correspond with the bulk of calm, serene smile was ou his face.
food required, aud that the stomach of an
average American would not contain the
amount of potatoes eaten by a native
Irishman, or the rice bolted by a Chinee;
but I did not suppose that a cow could be
brought down to so small a pinch in quan
tity or that there was nutriment enough
in four and a half pounds of meal per day
to keep oue alive.
VlElLLARD.
FLOODING the DESERT or SAHAUA.
Mr. Donald Mckenzie, at a receut meet
ing at Bradford, described his scheme for
forming a canal across the Great Desert.
your mother, my child," said the widow, the Bible one-hundredth part as niuch as Of the vast plain or hollow in the desert,
"Now give me my purse, Bridget." she does a looking-glass, whoso whole known as El Juf, the greatest length of
Aud Mrs. Van Dusenbery, utterly dis- idea of life is to "have fun with the boys" the depression is about "500 miles, the
regarding the new leaf she had turned until she's forty, aud then take the chance breadth about 120, and the area about
over but a few moments before, on which 0f fooling some old man into "buying 60,000 square miles. This vast area-is
was recomeii a reooiutiuu uut iv ner, n one .tiu. uu . . ih-jihotcu uwui " iv.v r. ,ii.
anything to anybody again, actually prayer and lies down on her downy bed This depression was formerly connected
counted out five new silver half-dollars, to dream of heaven and the angels. The with the-Atlantic Ocean by the channel
which she threw into the boy's hat, think- other comes out of the parlor at a late hour, Sakiet El Hamra, or Bed Channel, which
iu as she did it, how much more satis- hike a tired and hungry coach-horse, rushes had in process of time been blocked up
factory it was to give to the needy than to to the pantry, grabs a pickle in one hand with saud. It was proposed to reopen this
receive presents from the rich. and a cold hambone in the other ; then to channel and let in the sea, which would
"Is this for me ?" asked the boy, open- her room. She swings her "harness" cover the great area above described and
in" his hazel eyes with wonder. I over the back of half a dozen chairs, scat- I enable commerce to be carried on w ith
"It is all for you," said the widow, and I ters the other "make up" about the floor, j places in the interior, rich in produce of
I wish there was more of it. But I am I and forgets the duty she owes to God and I various kinds. The submerging of the
afraid it would do no good if you had herself, and dives into bed like, a wharf basin of El Juf would open up a naviga-
I . 1 . , i1 1 .
n I int. into the canal, roils ana tumiues an I blc hisrhwav lor tne commerce oi me wonu
, , O
run but Bridget night as if the bed were full of hornets to the heart of Africa, and present au ex
him by his curly red hair, and and rises at eight, nine or ten o'clock j tensive field for the lnnuence ot tivuiza
. 1 1 I r a etSiT nTil lifoloaa n tim. uin .' tmrrteau.
Life's labor done; as sinks the clay,
Light from its load, the spirit flies.
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies."
Is there anything sad in these and
tnanyl" other similar deaths? Is it
proper for us to pray, "From sudden
death deliver us?"
more.'
The boy started to
caught
Raid
MU. BLAIIt'S SCHEME.
Baltimore Gazette
With a view of ascertaiuiugthe views
of this community on the memorial of
Hon. Montgomery Blair, as presented in
the Legislature on Tuesday, representa
tives of the Gazette visited a large uum-
ber of leading business men of Baltimore
yesterday aud requested their views on
Mr. Blair's scheme. From among tle
uumerous expressions given, several ,will
be found printed below whieh fairly Rep
resent the views of hundreds of others, on,
the subject. Not a single merchant or
leading citizen called. upon -expressed bis.
approval of Mr. Blair's course, but all of
those named below and many others
whose statements are necessarily omitted
for wantf space, condemn the measure
iu the most unqualified terms. Here
follows a long list of interviews and what
was said.
Blair is sauLto beafter a-U. S, Senator
ship, and thought his- investigation card
would wiu it, but he is mistaken,; that's
sill. ' -:
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