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GOLDSBOKO, TS.X C, SATUKDAY, .augh when anybody Ui'ked of what gs the Lady BlaEt ' v w iuld do with signals, her rodu -md all her and coninlote appii 'atus for sal- firs time that a v ssel stood in ifH , iHchin on tii.it dangerous yireeVpaor.LJL, vh1. "e lifeboat did ' "iog-. They happt .ed to be excep- "'Iwi'lionof'j.niK! -vaava frnm t.Tia "Pnl- looters' point of view, for though wrecks enough took place on other parts of the coast, no craft of any consequence foun dered on the Needle. By this time Harold Trecorpe was captain of the life boat's crew. He and seven other men received twelve pounds a year apiece from the earl to go out practicing some times with the boat, and to hold them selves in readiness at any time when their services might be wanted. If they saved lives, they were to have each a bounty of one pound on every human head rescued. Nay, they were to have fifteen shilling?, too, for every dead hu man body they brought to shore. Thus had the earl and his daughter tried to enlist the cupidity of these men on the side of humanity, hoping, may be, that some higher agencies would work too for the reclaiming of a population as barbarous and debused as any in these isles. Peter Peneorrow lived in a pretty house which his patron had mult for him near the large white shed where the lifeboat vts kept. ' There -was a phar macy in the place, with two rooms hold ing thrca beds each, which were to be reserved for half -drowned men and women (who might be drawn out of the sea ; a:there were a great number of useful t pliances for restoring lives that might .1 , j -St ' flickering out. Some time' .e Earl and Lady Blanche would i the village to seeif everything good order ; but since their; car iuld be eeen five miles off au it flown the steep road on the rock uter and his ut a: fit ,sy HI I Mf ff pi " Hear Instruction and be Wist, and Refuse it Not." ter, sitting outside her father's house on fine afternoons to make nets, would drop her hands into her lap and look out with a dull, wistful expression over the sea, so broad, blue and mys terious. Her finely-shaped head might have been a storehouse of knowledge and great thoughts, but it was empty. She could neither read nor write; she knew nothing of the world except in its most sordid aspects of dire poverty, drunkenness and brutality. She had never set foot in a church, and had no idea of a God save that she had heard and believed that there was something above those skies which were now so golden with sunlight, now so black with thunder. Occasionally such natu ral impulses of good as were in the girl's heart would well up in short scraps of advice which she gave to Mark Brathwaite : "Mark, yo'll not get drunk like father. There's no good in drink ;" or, "Mark, if I were a mon, I'd learn summut and become a scholartl." This is what Margaret Peneorrow was at eighteen, and on the night alluded to in the first line of this story, when her worthless father stood, drunk as usual, on his watch, and unheedful of the storm that was gathering. The storm broke presently with frightful fury. Long streaks of light ning rent the skies, and the waves were dashed upon the shore with a roaring as loud as the thunder. In despite of the deluge of rain the crew ofthe life boat came to the shed to get all in readiness, and a great manyother fish ermen and their wives trooped out of the cottages ; but this was only be cause Sleep on bucu a iugu.ii was impute sibla. . Most of the eyes that ' looke i rathe hoping for a 'fitable wrecK i than ep " " ave life. i . Mar Mark Trecr " t tfied with' Harold side of the Df the pipe gged face cursed iat ce, JULY 9, 1881. half crazed at daybreaks announced that she had suddenly been swept away by a wave, but whither jhe knew not, though he had swum, find dived, and sought for hours, risking his life twenty times. "God knows where she went," he cried, sobbing. And doubtless God did know. , At present there is n more Needle Bock off Polloot. ' Lad; Blanche had it blasted, and a fine lighthouse has been erected where it stood, to warn vessels of the other dangerous rpeks in the vi cinity. It is called "The Margaret Lighthouse," and Mark Brathwaite is the keeper of it. London Truth. Facts About the Herring. Professor Huxley, in a lecture stated hat 2,500,000,000 or thereabouts of herrings are every year taken out of the North Sea arid the Atlantic. He assumes that their number is even greater 3,000,000,000. .Now, he says "prodi gious as is apparently this number, it is not more than one shoal, covering a doz en square miles," and that shoals of much larger size are on record. It is safe to say that, scattered through the North Sea and the Atlantic at one and the same time, there must be scores of shoals, any one of which would go a long way. toward supplying the whole of man's consumption of herring; Prof. Huxley believes that all the herring fleets taken together do not catch five per cent, of the total number of herrings in the sea in any year. The fecundity of the herring, though great, when com pared with a land animal, is small when the reproductive powers of other, fish siuuiea , out sun iu wu eggs is com a to be the spawn of a herring Grant at a ast proportion of these eggs, ntha of them, are never matured, laining One-tenth would more pply any drain man might make on: tub hemngsVv This increase is prob ably very much larger ; for how account otherwise for the enormous amount of destruction of herring due to the fin- vwhalAH. t.ha iironnisfis. fh fffuinfitn. tha pgoals, the cydhsh, and, , the dog-fish, which aocompany th enniaUy feed on thorn, uncommon thing to fi - ten or twelve 1 'sh." als. and per- It is no ST0. 5. Summer Time. Oh, Bummor-time, bo passing sweet, But heavy with the breath of flowers, But languid with the fervent heat, They chide amiss who call the efleet, Thee with thy weight of daylight hours, Oh, summer-time, so passiug sweet ! Young summer, thou art too replete, , Too rich in choice of joys and powers, But languid with the fervent heat, Adieu 1 my face is sot to meet Bleak winter, with its pallid showers, Oh, summer-time, to passing sweet ! Old winter steps with swifter foot, He lingers not in wayside bowers, He is not languid with the heat; His rounded day, a pearl complete, Gleams on tho unknown night that lowers ; Oh, summer-time, so passing sweet, But languid with the fervent heat ! Emily Pfeiffn HUMOROUS. The cook is the only man one will take sauce from. Why is a joke that is acidulous not good? Because the cream of a joke never should be sour. . One swallow does not make a summer, but a little repetition has frequently been known to make a bummer. Michigan has a man with three arms. He is the only, man alive who can take two girls sleighing and enjoy it. A woman out West threshed 350 bushels of wheat Jast year and proba bly her husband into the bargain. A Western paper, reports" the birth of i a male child "with win " Y.vo'ahly na-"' turo intended him for & uk cashier. The: spring pfei Hashed his throat up in 1 red flannelr 'im remarking, "This is the verse T knowed." K t t; ; , Men who are their own find it a great deal more enemies to somebody themselves... Proverbial Philosophy the hash ;will cause mo than seven illuminated -wall can overcome. Brooklyn Ea
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