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THE WHITE OF THE BRITISH ETE. CURRENT TOPICS. ha returned good for evil. Dye hear Go bring yer old mother at once to the lea cottage. Theres plenty work here; and Betty, though married, can still do her dairy work.

Atween ye, ye can keep the old mother like a horn lady, with nothing to do but to knit stockings for my farm-men. Ah, Betty, my maid, he added, ye be a favored child to get a hard workin lad like Ted, in place a lazy, cohceited beer-bibber, like yon gossoon Mind, both ye, after this, to return good for evil. In a month from that time, Betty was mistress of the lea cottage, and Master Bob had gone a journey perhaps to hunt up a wife instead of stealing one. FIVE O'CLOCK IX THE It is all very well, for the poets to tell, By way of their song adorning, Of milkmaids who rouse, to manipulate cows, At five oclock in the morning. And of moony young mowers, who bundle outdoors The charms of their straw-beds scorning Before break of day, to make love and At five oclock in the morning.

But, between me and you, it is all untrue Believe not a word they utter To no milKmaid alive does the finger of five Bring beaux or even bring butter. The poor sleepy cows, if told to arouse, Would do so, perhaps, in a horn-ing; But the sweet country girls, would they show their curls, At five clock in the morning It may not be wrong for the man in the song Or the moon if anxious to settle, To kneel in wet grass, and pop, but alas 1 What if he popped down on a nettle For how could he see what was under his knee, If, in Bpite of my friendly warning, lie went out of bed and his house and his head. At five oclock in the morning It is all very well, such stories to tell, But if I were a maid, all forlorn-icg, And a lover should drop, in the clover, to pop, At five oclock in the morning If I liked him, you see, Id say, Please call at three; If not, Id turn on him with scorning: Dont come here, you Flat, with conundrums like that, At five oclock in the morning! The Origin of a Facetious Saying. The origin of the allusion to NeAv Jersey as a foreign country is said to be as follows After the doAvnfall of the first Napoleon, his brother Joseph, who had been King of Spain, and his nepheAV, Prince Murat, sought refuge in this country, and brought much wealth with him. Joseph Bonaparte wished to build a palatial residence here, hut did not desire to become a citizen, as he hoped to return to Europe.

To enable him, as an alien, to hold real estate, required a special act of the Legislature. He tried to get one passed for his benefit in several States, but failed. He was chagrined, especially because Pennsylvania refused. After this he applied to the New Jersey Legislature, which body granted both him and Prince Murat the privilege of purchasing land. They bought a tract at Borden-town, and built magnificent dwellings, and fitted them up in the most costly manner.

Rare paintings, statuary, Avere profuse, and selected with the greatest care, and the grounds laid out with exquisite taste. Joseph Bonapartes residence was perhaps the finest in America. Thousands of people from all parts of the country visited him and Avere treated courteously. He was exceedingly liberal with his money, and gaA great impetus to business in the little toAvn. The Philadelphians, finding that he had apparently no end of money, and that he used it to benefit business generally, regretted, when was too late, that they refused to let him locate among them, and, to keep up their mortification, would always taunt Jerseymen with having a King with importing the King of Spain to rule over them.

They Avere called Spaniards and foreigners on that account. But these taunts harmed no one, as the Jerseymen lost nothing by allowing him to settle among them, and thus foreigner, jokingly applied to Jerseymen, has come doAvn to us long after its origin has been forgotten, except by a few of the past generation. Many years ago during the reign of Louis Philippe both Bonaparte and Murat found they could safely return to Europe, so they returned. Bonapartes mansion afterward passed through varying fortunes. It was at last torn down, the magnificent grounds being disposed of at public sale and otherwise for business purposes.

The History of Lady Franklin. Boston Post. There is something both, touching and appropriate in the petition of Lady Franklin, lying in dangerous and perhaps mortal illness, for the prayers of the American people. It was an American expedition which brought to an end her terrible and long-lingering suspense. From McClintock and hisbravecomrades she at last learned the not to be doubted news that her gallant and heroic husband had perished amid the icy mysteries of the farthest North.

Lady Franklin did not need the proof of American interest in her life purpose and hearts Avork her sufferings, her noble heroism, her unselfish deArotion, her uhtiring energy, her unco wed spirit, have always received our warmest sympathies. Her appeal will surely be answered, if not iu the churches where perhaps it will be at least in thousands of hearts impressed Avith the beauty of her deA'Otion throughout the land. The old classic tales of wifely fidelity and sacrifice almost pale before her heroic search for her husbands fate for more than thirty years. Left alone at an age when proper to be joyous, and excusable to be giddy and forgetful, she has passed early and later youth, avo-manly prime, and oncoming age in this constant, heart-ringing and yet undismayed pursuit. The pleasures, the ambitions of life were afar off from her her soul dwelt in the grim solitudes of ice deserts her spirit was in the vague regions where there is nothing of A'egeta-tion, where an awful and eternal silence reigns, but Avhere, also, she belieAed that her hero-husband, dead or alive, must be.

We may guess that for long years there dwelt a hope in her heart that Sir John was yet alive that he had somehoAV escaped, perhaps, from the Arast ice prison; that he had passed, by perilous wanderings, and it might be by shipAvreck, far beyond the frozen North, and been thrown upon some remote but hospitable land Avhere the grass grew and men could live. Then came the truth, that the vestiges of Franklin and his men had been found vestiges which left no doubt of their identity, or of the long ago accomplished fate of the Aoyagers. Certainty, eA'en the saddest, is better than harrowing suspense, and Lay Franklin Avas as heroic under the sure berea'e-ment as she had borne up nobly Avhile there was still hope. Franklin must indeed have been a noble man to have inspired such de'otion in the hearts of two self-sacrificing wiA'es. -His first wife, Eleanor Porden, lay mortally ill when he set out on his second Arctic expedition in 1825.

He offered to remain till she was well but she begged him to proceed on his voyage, and placed in his hands a silk flag, Avhich she asked him to hoist in the Polar Sea. He sailed, and the day after his gentle Avife died. He returned in three years to wed Jane Griffin, the lady who is noAV known as Lady Franklin. The story of her devotion is household words in both countries. What she has suffered none can tell.

That she has suffered nobly all men have seen. And now, at last, after long, weary waiting, and when she has passed the psalmist's limit of threescore and ten by five years, may be said that her lifes desire is about to be gratified, and that she will ere long rejoin her long-lost hero and husband. Should she pass away it is to he hoped that her memory will be honored by a memorial in Englands grand old mausoleum, dedicated to kings, poets, nobles and heroes, for none lie in Westminster Abbey more worthy to be remembered for heroism and fidelity than Lady Franklin. Her story will be a romance and an example to future generations of tbe young, and; her name Avill become the typification of wifely virtues. see ye oppressed by a mean working lad Well buy him off.

He and his mammy are poorer than crows, and a cow like Daisy would be a fortune to them. On the morrow Ill tell him she shall be his, if hell promise me to have naught to do with the maiden for the next year. By that time ye and this fine lass will be well settled in the cot by the stream. Ha, ha, ha 1 Humph cried Bob, scornfully, Ill not stoop to buy a wife him Id rather steal her from him. Let me alone for keen work! and Bob tossed his yellow head with the air of a philosopher.

The first thing Teddy knew of the plot was one day when he was near the farmhouse wheie Betty lived, waiting for her to go to the milking, that he might have a word with her. He heard voices unseen persons by the kitchen door. Father wrill give us a cot our own, well put up for living in, his best cow, Daisy, twenty pounds cash, and whatever else you ask him, and But, young man. didnt I just tell ye Im not free? that Im promised, come weal or woe, to Teddy Watson? replied Betty. Hes a fool, a thief and a beggar and if my father takes away hi3 work, yed starve with him said Bob.

Not with his strong hands, was the reply of Betty. Hell never own a cow himself. But hes got a lovin mother for me, thats worth a whole herd cows But its milkin time, and I must be gone, Master Bob, said Betty, running off to her work. Ill come the morrow night and tell ye all they say at home, and I doubt not yell be wise, and not choose a beggars lot, said Bob, as he left her and sprang over a break in tbe hedge. Teds first impulse was to rush after him and kill him but he thought of another plan.

He met Betty in the milking yard, gave her a little box he had made for her trinkets, and went off without speaking Bobs name. The conceited Bob reported at home that all was going on well, and stated that Betty had agreed to meet him the next afternoon at milking-time, and settle a plan for giving the slip to Ted, 'the beggar-lad. And now Im going to tell you of an act of Teddy that was not worthy of him, and which I am sorry to relate, because retaliation of any sort, no matter how laughable it may he, is wrong. When his old mother was asleep at night, he shouldered his hatchet, and spade and a bundle of laths, and set off for Bettys home. He groped his way in the darkness to the break in the hedge, over which he had seen his noble suitor spring, and over which he knew he meant to spring again There, just at the spot his foot would touch after his sly leap, Ted dug a hole about the size of a barrel.

From this he constructed a tiny canal, by which it was soon filled with water from the brook near by. Then he covered it with a lattice-work of laths, over which he fitted a carpet of sod. Having satisfied himself that no real injury could come of this plot to his rival, he went home and slept very soundly. All the next day Bob walked around the farm, ordering the men, with mingled insolence and importance, and taunting Ted with his his laziness and his poverty. But Ted bore it in silence.

Evening came at last. Ted had finished his supper of porridge and herring, and dressed himself in his Sunday clothes. Then, as was always his custom, before leaving the house, he shook his mothers hand warmly, and said, God bless ye, dear heart, and made his way to Bettys milk-yard. The cows were waiting for her, and some of the wisest of them were looking towards the house and lowing, as if to hasten her steps. Betty had prepared tea for the farmer and his wife, in their own little breakfast-room, and had seated the half-score of hungry workmen round the table in the long, low kitchen.

Then, taking a large, well-scoured milk-bucket on each arm, she went singing merrily to her work. Between the milking-yard and the break in tbe hedge, was a long row of Pollard willows which having been cut down, had sprouted again, so that they made a dense thicket, that hid one spot from the other. 1 The labor-loving Teddy had gallantly taken the stool and pail frofn Betty, and seated himself before the favorite cow, Queen Ann, and commenced milking. He was aDout to speak on the theme nearest his heart, and to ask Betty to hasten the marriage day. He was so happy under her smiles as she stood beside him, that he had forgotten all his vexations, and was startled as much as Betty Avas, when a tremendous crash was heard behind the willoAvs, accompanied by howls Farmer Toff Jeemes David! Betty! Betty! Im drowned! Will none ye come to my relief Betty turned pale and started for the scene; but Teddy laid his hand on her arm, saying, Wait a bit, Betty.

Let him soak awhile. The Avaters clean, though cold. Mayhap itll draw some the meanness out him. He cant drown. Who is it asked Betty, trembling, as she heard the men rushing out from their supper to learn the cause of the uproar.

Its Master Boh come to steal my Avife, replied Teddy, and Ive given him a lesson. Lets go and help fish him out. The farm-men stood in amazement, staring at the strange figure emerging, as they thought, from the bowels of the earth. Who is ye, at all? asked one of the men. Who hut the heir Cromly farm and isnt this a fine Avav for yer master to receive his visitors cried Bob as well as he could through a mouthful of mud.

But how cam ye here, makin holes in our farm? asked another. Our masters friends ga in afront the house, stead creepin through the coAv-yard. Here, give us yer hand, lad, and -well help ye up but jump no more on our land, lest ye carry the farm and us on it into the heart the arth What a power a jump that was! When Master Bob got the mud out of his eyes, and caught sight of Ted, and Betty by his side, the trick was plain to him. Ted Watson, ye miserable beggar, he cried, step aside from yon maiden, and neA-er speak to her again Ye dug a pit for me, and are fallen into it yer-self. Yere out work from this hour, and yer old beggar of a mother has no place to rest her gray head in this night Betty is to live at the cot by the stream.

Are ye sure ont? asked Ted with a twinkle in his eye. When Farmer Toff heard the story, he cried '1 Fie on ye, Ted! Ye should overlooked the lads insolence in consideration his small brains, Ye should Midnight stars in the blue bay quiver, And mellowly on the mild air swell The holy tones of the Old South bell And the Copps Hill sentries, sleepy and slow. Answer back, as they come and go, the clock alls well, alls well, And dark in tne frith of Mystic river And over Point Lechmere's shallow bar, Easily lie the sloops of war: And Governor Gage in his city quarters. Guarded (in thought) front the rebel arm Of the rascal Putnam at Inntansfarm By cannon on Boston torts and waters, Dreams abed in his careless calm Nor ever a lisp of ill breathes by To lift the lid of a British eye. Past twelve oclock alls well, alls well And nothing told to the summer night That a thousand Yankeeson Charlestown height, With a thousand spades that rose and fell To Libertys heart-beats, hour by hour.

Were undermining King Georges power. And none of them guessed on shore or ship Hew the boldest rogue in the rebel game, The wolf-den hero of Ranger fame, Had given their drowsy gods the slip, Or thought what a deed of daring grand Old Prescott ventured and Gridley planned Till daylight broke with a warning cry. And the hoarse, quick bark of the Livelys gun, With the red-coats mustering on the run And a solemn sight to the rising sun Was the stare, and the wonder how and why, That opened the white of the British eye. June Seventeenth, Seventeen Seventy-five, Copps Hill hummed like a hornets hive Quoth Gage and Clinton, Burgoyne and Howe, What will we do with the Yankees now Theyve stolen a march on Bunker and Breeds, And a royal drubbing their treason needs. To arms And the drums and bugles called From tent and barrack the red platoons, Artillery, infantry, dragoons, Till thesun in Heaven rode high and hot While afar, through tempest of shell and shot The sturdy minute men, unappalled, Their terrible toil in the trenches sped At the beck of Prescotts bald gray head.

Bare to the storm of and lead, And echoed old Putnams warlike shout As he ran ana rode by the rude redoubt, And fearless galloped his deadly round, General, volunteer, orderly, scout, To Cambridge and back to the battle-ground. Half-past two. Twas a stirring sight When the Kings cool regulars, trained to fight, Marched up with discipline firm and fine; While under the breastwork on the height The yeomen waited their leaders sign. And Putnams order ran down the iine Shoot them at forty yards let fly When you see the white of the British eye 1 Ah, vain was the valor of England then, Neath the awful aim of those raw, rude men. So late the jest of her tongue and pen; And thousand red-coats rued her sport When that first hot volley out of the fort Toppled the front of their plumed parade And mowed them down like a reapers blade, Three times, watching the foemans van.

Each coatless marksman covered his man. And up 10 the fiery iusilade Three times, rallied in fresh array, The regiments marched and melted away: For patriots gun-shot range that day Measured their need to strike and win Where powder was scarce and lead was high. And shortened its deathly view-line in, Till it showed the white of the British eye. Cheer for Libertys gTand Old Guard, The stern militia of spade and plow Grim, bare-headed and battle-scarred, They faced bold Pigot and haughty Howe AVith hearts so mighty and hands so hard That made crowned Tyrannys forehead bow. They fought till the red-barred sun went down In smoke of cannon and burning town.

Earning a nation the right to life And the first green leaf of a long renown. Bravely they fought, and they never quailed, By twice their number and strength assailed, But gallantly timed their strokes of strife To Yankee Doodle on drum and fife, And stood where bullets and bomb-shells hailed, Till the fort was flanked and their powder failed 1 Honor the heroes who broke the sod And piled the bulwark of freemans scorn Against oppression that ancient morn Who loaded their guns in the name of God, And, nerved with faith to the trial fray, Held the field till they won the day. For Englands triumph was Englands woe, When the flower of her veteran host lay low At Charlestown a hundred years ago. And pity closed from the battle sky The stony white of the British eye. Watchman and Reflector.

TED.DATSONS TRICK. Youths Companion. Teddy Watson was a brawny Yorkshire-man, with a strong will to Avork. And well was it for him, for his choice lay be-twern hard work and starvation. He was a handsome fellow, with great brown eyes and red cheeks and was skilled both as a fiddler and a dancer; so he was a great favorite among girls of his own class.

Ted was only a farm servant, and his wages were small. Ashe had a mother to support, he looked about very carefully before choosing a wife, lest he might take one who would make the dear old soul unhappy and happy he declared she should be, whether he was ever married or not. By-and-by, a rosy girl came as dairymaid to the next great farmland he read the story of a good and loving heart in her eyes, and very soon he told her so. Betty wras not looking for any great match, so she promised to he Teddys wife, and to make his mother the happiest old body in all England. Teddy bought lier a gold ring, a showy comb, and a length of brown ribbon for her hair and then he was happier than the earl in the castle near by, and said he pitied that poor gentleman, with a red-haired and freckled wife, even though she was called My lady.

Now it chanced that Teddys master, who was a rich farmer, had a son about Teddys age. He was a loose-limbed, lazy fellow, with drooping shoulders and lagging gait, and spent more time at the tavern than at his work. He was cross and insolent to his parents, and overbearing to the farm servants. After Teddy had settled his love affairs and set the wedding day, Master Bob got sight of the rosy Betty at a merrymaking on Hallowe'en and for the first time in his life, he lost his heart if heart he ever had. He danced with Betty again and again, and once, under cover of the game they were playing, kissed her with more energy than he ever did anything before.

The good-natured Teddy, however, only lauihed in his happiness, and pitied the poor fool that hadnt his good luck. Master Bob, as the farm-men called him, went home full of gay visions for the future. He took his father and mother into his counsel, as was right, and told them if he could hut marry Betty at once, he would forsake the tavern and the races, and put himself to work like a true farmer. Well, lad, theres naught to hinder, said the old man. -Ill new thatch the house by the stream, and give thee a home, a cow, ten sheep, and a score fowl, and make a man thee wi a few hunder pounds.

And Ill store thy house with comforts, and be a mother to the maid, said the farmers wife. Shell look on thee as a fine bargain for a serving-maid. ell, hut Im not quite sure getting her, said Master Bob. Shes just gone and betrothed herself to Ted Watson the But that was afore she saw me and he cast a glance at the mirror to reassure himself ihat she would not have done so afterwards. Pho! cried the proud father.

That was because she saw no better luck afore her! Do you think shed look at a rough, penniless lad like Ted, if she could get my son Nay, nay The first step is to rid ourselves Ted, father. Cant you turn him off for some ill-behavior, old man? was the sharp reply of Master Bob. The farmer dropped his head on one side, and gazed thoughtfully at his son from one corner of his cold gray eye. Then he shook his head and said, Nay, nay. Everybody knows that Ted is an honest, sober, hard-workin lad for Ive often told em he was more dependence to me than any other man on the farm.

But Ive another fine thought, Bobby, for your father will neyer stand by and The most commendable novels pub lished in England this year are certainly Hr. Blackmore's Alice Lorraine and Mr. Blacks Three Feathers. The publication of Aldina de Saint-Albans, by the Princess Christian von August-emburg, and The Manor of Cuneric, by Dr. Kenealy (this.

last book referring entirely to the celebrated Tichborne cases), are anxiously looked for by liter--ary circles abroad, as a good deal of scandalous chit-chat is anticipated out of these last two novels. A xew projectile, bearing the curious and significant name of Sczaroch, has been recently introduced into the Russian array. The general use of the elongated shell of rifled ordinance by armies has been attended by the sacrifice of the ricochet shot which all old artillerymen prized as one of the peculiar advantages of the spherical cannon ball. In the new projectile the attempt i3 made to combine the advantages of both the rifle and spherical ball. When the shell bursts, only the cylindrical portion explodes, while the spherical portion continues its flight after the manner of the old-fashioned ball.

A new German grievance against England is mentioned by the North German Gazette That newspaper says that complaints have become numerous among German fishermen with respect to the encroachments of English fishing vessels. Not only do the English fishermen trespass upon German waters, but they are accused of becoming actively aggressive when there. The latest complaint made to the authorities, and reported by them for diplomatic settlement to the Imperial Chancellor, alleges that an English fishing boat had willfully destroyed the cast-out nets of the German fishing cutter No. 100. The Gazette adds that compensation will be demanded by the Foreign Office from the English government.

In consequence of the Coolie reports from Cuba, China peremptorily refuses further departure of emigrants. The Spanish Change at Pekin pronounces this to be a violation of the treaty. A serious quarrel has ensued, and a futile attempt at arbitration made by the Diplomatic Corps. Ch ina says Spain may go to war if she choose, but emigration shall not be resumed except on the condition of the reception of Chinese Consuls in Cuba for protection of laborers. Discussion is postponed until the arrival of the Spanish Minister in Pekin.

China is sustained by a majority of foreign envoys, and there is little doubt that the Spanish representative will be compelled to yield. Great excitement prevails in Crete owing to the election of a Jewish representative to the Assembly. Christians and Mohammedans are equally indignant at this innovation, and urge that his election is a breach of the constitution, which contains no provision for Jewish representation. There- are, itris alleged, only forty Jewish families in the island, and none of them have any vested interest in the country. The deputies also complain that it is unjust to confer a privilege on these few families which thousands of Christians at Canea and elsewhere have for years claimed without avail.

A protest has been addressed on the subject by telegraph to the Porte. At present, says a correspondent, Paris provides itself with flowers. Nice is no longer required. It does even more than provide itself it also provides the provinces and other countries with flowers. Each district around Paris is celebrated for some particular flower, plant, and fruit, and this renders the neighborhood of Paris among the most beautiful in the world.

Two millions of pots of mignonette alone are sent during the season from Vaugirard to Paris. Meudon is celebrated for violets, and Nanterre for its roses Montmorency cultivates lilacs, and Chevreuse lilies. Then come daisies, pinks, sweet basil, verbena, geraniums, stocks, all of 'which embalm the air and disinfect Paris of some of its offensive smells, for, next to Cologne, Paris is the most unsavory town in Europe. The busiest man in Russia, they say, is Prince GortschakofF. He rises at six a.

reads letters until eight; his Secretary reads or anal a zes to him the more important article of intelligence in the daily papers of Europe he lunches at noon, walks an hour, receives visits from one to four, answers letters from four to eight, dines and spends the evening at the Empress of Germanys cottage. The most interesting portion of "Prince GortschakofFs correspondence is the letters he gets from ladies. He begs every Russian lady about to quit St. Petersburg to write him frequently and tell him everything she sees and hears. In this way he is kept familiar with all the public, private and secret history of Europe.

A conscientious public officer has been discovered in Iowa. A railway was to be sold at sheriffs sale, and an agreement was made with the sheriff by which he was to receive three hundred and fifty dollars for his services, the sale occupying probably an hour of his time. After the sale the sheriff thought be would examine the statute, and he found, to his surprise, that he had violated the law which forbade him, under severe penalties, to receive any fees excepting those legally prescribed for him. He therefore refused the three hundred and -fifty dollars, and said his claim would be limited to the legal fees. The railway people urged him to adhere to his orig-nal bargain, but his respect for the law was too strong, and referring the matter to the courts, the bench upheld him, so that the conscientious sheriff for selling a railroad, did not take three hundred and fifty dollars, but received only his lawful fees eleven thousand dollars.

A Good Indian Story. The recent celebration at Maysville, of the centennial of the first cornplanting in Mason county brought out the following story: On the 22d of June, 1780, a company of six hundred Canadians and Indians under Col. Byrd, a British officer, came, with six cannons, in boats or canoes, down the Big Miami river, up the Ohio to where Covington now stands, thence up the Licking river to Ruddles or Hinksons Station. Their approach Avas most painfully here heralded to the little company of settlers by the booming of a cannon a sound which had never before waked the echoes in Kentucky. A surrender was demanded, with promises of protection by the British from Indian ferocity and indignities, and of kind treatment as prisoners.

But no white man ever yet could restrain the terrible passions of Indian warriors with, prisoners in their hands, and in this case several Avere mur-dred and others threatened with death and barbarously treated before Col. Byrd could arrest their terrible fate by threats of instantly returning to Canada and abandoning the expedition. Martins Station, five miles distant and three miles below Paris, on Stoner creek, was surrounded afterward but the prisoners were saved from death by Col. Byrd, although the Indians divided the spoils among themselves. Among the captured at Ruddles Station Avere several John Ruddle could not travel because of a stone-bruise on his foot he was tomahawked and scalped, but his two young brothers, Abraham and Stephen, were spared because of their cheerfulness and bravery.

George and John Sail, two little boys, the latter only two years old, were about to be tomahawked, as too young to be of any value as prisoners, when a warrior less bloodthirsty than the rest proposed a test of Johns capability of endurance and nerve. To ascertain if he would make a plucky Indian, and so be worth the raising, they determined to roll him down a high and steep stony bank, Avhere the knocks and bruises would sorely try him. He underwent the cruel ordeal without a whimper or wincing, or any show of fear or suffering and with a smile, began to clamber up tbe bank, seeming to say, Do that again. Such coolness and self-possession in a little child struck them with intense admiration, and they adopted him and his brother. George grew up to manhood and married among them hut John was ransomed in a few years, returned to Harison county, and lived a long and useful life.

The Eighth Wonder of the World. A correspondent writes Speaking of Westphalia, I ought to bestow a few words upon an artist, a native of that province, whose talent and perseverance have just completed a very remarkable work. Some thirty or forty years ago, when the Unity movement had barely commenced, Herr Ernst von Bandel, a Westphalia nobleman, devoted to the sculptors art, conceived the patriotic idea of erecting a gigantic statue to Hermann, the vanquisher of Varus, in the Teutonburg Forest. A grand national monument, the statue was to reach the enormous proportions of one' hundred feet, not to speak of pedestal or base and as it was to be placed on the top of a hill, the site of victory, the difficulty of getting it in position not a little added to the magnitude of the undertaking. In spite of all obstacles, what appeared a chimera thirty years ago has now become a reality.

Assisted by wealthy friends and occasional public subscriptions, Herr von Bandel has completed the figure, and in two months expects to witness the solemn inauguration of his monument by the German Emperor. The statue is of embossed copper, and has been Avroughtby the hand of the man whose brain created it. His whole life has been consumed in this one object. When he had done modeling no small task in the case of a figure with hands five feet long he took to the hammer and forge, and literally formed the immense surface Avith his OAvn unaided strength. A good deal of it was done at the foot of the hill Avhereon it stands, the sculptor having built himself a forge and a hut close to his chosen locality.

If the whole is as imposing as the head, which I saw ten years since, Germany will possess not only the largest, but also one of the best statues in Europe. This eighth wonder of the world will tower over the famous oak woods near Detmold, the capital of the principality of Lippe. A Realistic Impersonation. The following is from the St. Joseph, Gazette: I say, girls, said a little blue-eyed, flaxened-haired boy on Second street, yesterday, let me take your candy, and well all play chicken.

Is it nice? inquired half a dozen six-year-olds in chorus. Nice! you bet it is. Let me show you. Noav, Ill lay the candy dou here on the step, and you all go down there, and come up when you hear me call like a rooster. The girls retreated and gathered in a group about fifteen feet off, while the hoy got on his knees, with his head over the candy, and began to call, and strut, and flap his arms like a roosters wings.

Cluck, cl uck, rat, rat, tap, cluck, and all the little girls came running and bent to pick up the candy, when the -little fellow opened his mouth and took it in at one gulp. Oh, you mean boy, they cried, you have taken all our candy Thats cause I played rooster, said the boy rooster always calls the hens up when he finds a grain of corn, and then picks it up himself. A Cape Cod Bunsby, It is said to be a fact that some very learned gentlemen, well known in the litearry and scientific world, made a visit last year to Cape Cod to gain the opinion of an old sea captain there about some peculiarity of the tides on its coasts. He had studied the subject all his life, and was considered an oracle. Thejr found him peacefully smoking at the door of his cottage, and stated their errand.

ell, gentlemen, said he, I have thought a deal on this curous pint, and Ive come to the conclusions that its the moon, and one darned thing or another. Scribner. The Hon. Carl Schurz will return to America in October. He intends to stay a short time in England.

ODDS AND ENDS. Why is Ireland the richest country in the Avorld? Because its capital is always Dublin. The Snake Run Academy is the name of an Indian school. The scholars must all be adders. Bub, do you know this is Sunday? Y-a-a-s.

What are you fishing for, then? Says he sententiously, Mud-cats! Whenever a hunting party load down their ambulance with kegs and bottles, they inTariably report the birds scarcer than they have been for ten years. What is the difference between a fool and a looking-glass The fool speaks without reflection and the looking-glass reflects Avitliout speaking. Out of one hundred young men you run against, you wJl fine ninety-five Avorrying themselves intoloAV spirits and indigestion about trouble that will never come. A man is said to be absent minded when he thinks he lias left his watch at home and takes it out of his pocket to see if-he has time to return home to get it: Somebody say that large ears denote broad, comprehensiAre views and modes of thought. What magnificent ideas (thinks the Boston Journal a jackass must have.

The New York saloonists, arrested for keeping open Sundays, claim to open now just to feed the canaries. Those canaries are five feet odd inches high, and mostly take whisky. Logansport Phoros Prof. Marsh has been offered and declined $4,000 to take a chair in Harvard. A man of ordinary shrewdness would sit on a brokenlegged stool for half that sum.

The intimacy begotten over a wine bottle has no heart. I never knew a good feeling to come from it, or any honest friendship made by it. It only entices men and ruins them. Thackeray. Gayly the fireman hold Dons his red shirt, And, manning the hand-rope, Tramps through the dirt Wheneer a verdant one Asperses the hose, Gayly the fireman Punches his nose I smell the soft sea breeze, he Ava3 singing so sweetly under her window Just then the contents of a slop bucket were dumped over him.

He says he dont smell any more breezes not by a darn sight the smell from that pail Avas too much for him. Homes not merely roof and room, It needs something to endear it, Home is where the heart can bloom, Where theres some kind lip to cheer it. What is home with none to meet None to welcome or to greet us Home is sweet, and only sweet, Where theres one we love, to meet us Perkins, while riding in a Broad street car the other day, became conscious that the hand of his neighbor was in his pocket but he did not disturb the operation partly upon the principle that a fellow -feeling makes us wondrous kind, and partly because the pocket was empty. A man of piety may be lodged in the rudest cottage, and his occupation may be only to sweep the street. Yet let him so sweep a street that, through the honest and diligent doing of his duty, God is glorified, and men are led to speak and think better of Religion, and he forms a link between heaven and earth.

Feeling maketh a liA'ely man; thought maketh a strong man action maketh a useful man and all these together make a perfect man. Now, abide these three Feeling, thought, action, and the greatest of these is action but neither can abide without the others. Some men think much, feel little, and act less. They are universally unsafe and unlovely men. Louisville Courier-Journal It is stated upon what appears to be unimpeach cable authority that the insect now threatening the northwestern crops is not the Acridium Spectus, as Avas feared, but simply the Gryllus Airidissi-mus.

As everybody knows, the Acridium Spectus will eat up a field of corn and forget all about it while the Gryllus Airidissimus is spitting on his hands to begin. At any rate, that is about Avhat some of the newspapers say. Ragged Edges. A lady who attended an amateur opera in Pittsburgh sends this bombshell into the ranks of the performers The physical degeneracy of the men of our day has seldom been so fully displayed in public as during the two recent performances of The Rose of Castile by the Gounod Club. I was there on Friday night, and was almost beyond measure at the exhibition of shriveled limbs, bandy legs, and knock-knees of their male possessors.

It was a revelation to me; for poor, untutored child of nature that I am, I had supposed, from frequently seeing these same young mem on the street ana in the drawing room, wearing elegant suits of fine clothes, that they were shapely and comely in foam, but the delusion was rudelv dispelled by the anatomical display. I desire to. say to the gentlemen of the Gounod Club that before they sing another time in public it Avould be well for them to-make arrangements with some planing-mill for a supply of sawdust with Avhich to fill up their outlines and tone down the ragged edges. That which especially distinguishes a high order of man from a low order of man that which constitutes human goodness, human greatness, human nobleness is surely not the degree of enlightenment with which men pursue their own advantage. But it is self-forgetfulness it is self-sacrifice it is disregard of personal pleasure, personal indulgence, ersonal advantage, remote or present, ecause some other line of conduct ia more right.

i i' 9 I tt 4 Contest with a Snake. The Paris (Mo.) Appeal gives the following account of a Missouri snake-fight A few days since, Avhile a young man of the' vicinity of Middle Grove, who we shall call James, Avas shrubbing in a field, he ran upon a black snake in a cluster of bushes, and, calling his dog Zip, set him after the snake. While he was intently watching the progress of the fight hetAveen his snakeship and his faArorite canine, something from behind took him whack upon the seat of his trousers, and, turning quickly, he discovered to. his horror a tremendous horse-racer, fully six feet in length, with head erect, hissing tongue and glaring eyes, curling himself in the fullest attitude of battle, and, before James could comprehend the terrible character of the situation, whack the snake took him again. He then looked for a tree, but there was none to climb for a stick, hut, there was none at hand.

He then drew his jackknife with the determination of selling his life as dearly1 as possible, and the most terrible battle, between man and snake, then occurred that has ever transpired in the history of Monroe county. The snake was very strong and active, and himself around one of his victims legs, het-struck1 his terrible 1 fangs into him Avith marvelous rapidity tightening his hold and crawling up all the time, while James plied his jack-knife with a rapidity never equaled by the savage Modoc. The snake was getting the best of it, and had twisted himself up nearly to James face and Avas about to coil his slimy length about his antagonists swan-like throat, when Zip, the faithful servant, having finished snake No. one, came yelping to the rescue, and taking in at a glance the hazardous position of his master, he sprang and grappled the monster by the neck, and held on with a vice-like grip until James, by the use of his knife, extricated himself from his terrible predicament, and from an untimely and premature grave. The snake Avas killed, and the trusty dog was the life-preserver of his master.

Alexander Dumas, Father and Son. A fellow author and friend, desiring to be agreeable to the. son, Avrote what he considered a handsome panegyric on the elder, and, to his surprise, Dumas the younger did not think he had done justice to the subject. Were he told that the elder Dumas fvas the Shakspeare of the nineteenth century it is probable that he would not question the justice of such an opinion. His admiration of his fathers gifts did not prevent him from seeing tbe grotesque side to his character.

On one oc-ersion he said My father is so filled with Aanity that he is capable of getting up behind his carriage to make the people believe he has a negro. At a dinner of men of letters some one gave an account of a series ot humorous subterfuges by which a debtor eluded a creditor, the character of the debtor being highly colored, at which Dumas, laughed heartily, when a neighbor told him that the person described Avas his father. Impossible, answered the son, or he would have put it in his Memoirs. The elder had a singular Avay of judging of genius, illustrated ore morning, when he sought in Arain for a pair of boots, Avith the remark: Figurez-A'ous qu Alexander en a douze peire, etalees sur une planche de sa garde-robe. Ce-garcon-la, naura jamats de genie! As a further illustration of the relations between father and son.

it is told that the latter, when a student in the Latin quarter, desired to make sa good repast with a companion, but found on consulting his purse that it contained only five francs. Wait, said he to his companion, while I run up stairs and borrow five more from my father, and on the ten Ave shall dine like princes. Well, said tho waiting man on his return, haATe you got the ten? I havent even the first five, answered he ruefully father is better at borrowing than I. The Galaxy. The Ann Arbor correspondent of the Marine City Gazette tells how a member to the junior class in the university gained great glory and the unspeakable gratitude of the family where he boards by driving out a burglar tbe other night, firing three shots after him and bespat-fering the sidewalk with blood.

Subsequent investigation showed that the burglar was a comrade, admitted into the house by agreement, and, at a given signal, had galloped off, shedding carmine ink, while his pursuer was firing frantically over the house. The junior has the elements of a hero in him. He dont wait for occasions, but makes them. The End of the Universe. A writer in the Fortnightly Review makes an effort to shoAV that, although Ave can in no way time the beginning of the universe, we have much evidence to show that the Avorld began to solidify between one and two hundred of millions of years ago, and thalt, though Ave can say nothing as to the end of the universe, the end of this earth, and Avith it of consciousness upon the earth, is as prpbable as science can make anything.

The reader will certainly not he tempted to patient reading by the gloomy conclusion that study of the origin and probable destiny of the universe is useless, because we have from a scientific point of view no date to go upon. In any case all we know is that the sun is going out. If we fall into the sun then Ave shall be fried. If Ave go away from the sun, or the sun goes out, then Ave shall be frozen. So that, so far as t'-ie earth is concerned, we hae no means of determining Avhat will be the character of the end.

but we know that one of these two things must take place in time. But in regard to the whole universe. if we were to travel forAard as we have traA'eled backward in time, consider things as falling together, we should come finally to a great central mass, all in one piece, which would send out waAres of heat through a perfectly empty ether, and gradually cool itself down. As this mass got cool it would be depriAed of all life or motion. It Avould be just a mere enormous frozen block in the middle of the ether.

But that conclusion is one which we hare no right whatever to rest upon. It depends upon the same assumption that the laAvs of geometry and mechanics are exactly and absolutely true, and that they have continued exactly and absolutely true for ever and ever. Dont Say No. When your child comes to you with a reasonable request, dont say No. The thoughtless abuse of authority on the part of parents has alienated the loAre of many a child, and embittered his manhood.

In most cases children know when they make a request Avhether it is reasonable and proper, and Avhether the parent can-grant it without inconvenience. A peremptory refusal rankles in the heart, and the child smarts under the injustice. The abuse of authority in the government of children is as hurtful as a failure to exercise a wise restraint. When your boy hasdearned his lessons and faithfully performed the task you assigned, it is not only unwise, but cruel, to deny his request for harmless recreation. This is done through the thoughtlessness of parents Avho imagine that they are kind to their children.

They do not intend to rob their offspring of tbe pleasures of childhood. They do not dream they are making them taciturn and cynical. They simply say no when they ought to say yes only this, and nothing more. They forget that a happy childhood is a birthright which wise parents will not disregard forget that lifes morning must be gladsome if its noontide be blessed. An exchange puts it truly, although in a facetious manner, as follows A fellow who has actually tried it says, although there are three scruples in a dram, the more drams you take the less scruples you have..