Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 14, 1877, Page 7

o THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE : SUNDAY. JANUARY 14, 1877—SIXTEEN PAGES. -~ 4 GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES. A Mother's Power-=-Costumes for the Theatre. 1ove’s Iey Dream---The Girl with the Glass Eye. A Philosopher—A Female “Bull"—A Woman to Do the Work, IF. 1t yon were A'village blauty And I the Prince’s son, Td ride t vine-clad cottage Fast he goseips 2= they spun. 3y steed should be honsed with velvet “And my cloak of Asian furs, a1y plume be clarped with a dismond ind I'd wear tlie colden spurs. . 1wonld lift you to my eaddle-bow ‘And eet you on my milk-white steed, And kios the doubting from your eyelids, ‘And whisper yon 1loved indeed.’ Then, with your emall white arms around me, ¢'d ride away tozether merrily; We'd pars by the ossips at their épinning, And ride fo my castic by the fea. And the goesips and my lady-mother How scandalized they'd be. . =New York World. A MOTIER’S POWER. Denter Tribune. ‘Eb Watkins sat upon the curbstone in front of the Tribunc officc yesterday afternoon: Eb is a boy, and sclls newspaners for aliving. So docs his brother Tom. Theseboys have hereto- fore put their money into a pool and gone in as partners. Whether their business has prospered ornot the Tribune will not undertake to sny. Itmakes but little difference to anybody but the Watkins family. Eb was crying bitterly, and his cheeks werc as red as beets, where be bad wiped them down with the sleeve of hisold jeans jacket. The trouble scemed to be that Tom had procured the whole bulk of -the common fund and had appropriated it to his own use in purchasing the alternoun papers. : “You know you did it,” said Eb, *and you know the mouey was mine as well as yourn, and 1 had as much right to it. Yes 1 did.” T *Ya,ya," cays Tom, as he gallops off to meet !4 zood-Tooking stranger coming scross Hatliday ct, with * Paper, sir? Only a nickel.” his almost breaks the poor brotber's heart, and ne gets up some_terrible sobs and moans. Heis crying fit to kill, when a plucky-looking woman, with a calico dress, without a bustic, and wearing a sun-bonnet, put in anappearance. She is the mother of the boys, and sue takes in the situation in a moment. Emmediately upon her apytarance Eb strafghtened up and Tom cuwered. Well lie might. She darted a logk of fire at him, and_struck for him. Tom had the start, of her, and, with his paperg under his arm and bis hat well balanced on thé left side of his Dead, hie started as if he saw acustomer crossing wazee street—two_equares distant. He made time that would make Charley Wrizht'sGolddust sshatied of bimseil. But the sequel showed that he came by his running_abihiticayhonestly, Yor the mother gained upon him gradually and surely, let him put in the best licks in his power, It was a square race. The boy crossed Holladay strect dingomally and the mother fol- Jowed. Tom started down Sixteenth, and still the woman pursued. Every etrect brought the two nearer and nearer together. The racing matron kept perfectly steady until within_ casy reach of ber hard-headéd and swift-footed off- spring._ Just before they reachod the alley back of the Inter-O.can Hotel she put out her hand, snd, placing it firmly upon the young mau’s ‘oat-collar, she cawe to a dead halt. * So did the rm. “’She turned him around with great delibera- tion, and looked him square in the eye. He looked resigned. . « aip’t you ushamed of yourself” she hissed. “Yes'm.” Aud then she turned around again. This time she raised her foot, aund, directing it with unerring aim, she sent it straight to its destina- tion, which was the same that the destina- tion of the foot of a man would have been. The collision was terrific, and the bov went sprawling into the guiter, as his papers went fyio into the air. Thesc she carefully col- Jécted, and, leaving half of them for Tom, she cave the othersto Eb, who had come up by this tine. The boys left the scene of action in different directions, and the last scen of them cach of them was squealing, * Eresyertimesanddeme- Eratailboutthelectioninin d1 anyanaohioonlyfi- w Tom declares e will emigrate to the Big Horn country on the first opportunity. THEATRE-COSTUMES. New York World. » Knowing that 2s goon as the present excite- ment sbont uneafe public buildings has passed away the people will forget the calamity which led toit, and relapse into their old habits of at- tending places of amusement without previous study of the entrances and exits, an ingenious - reatleman has invented a new opera costume for ladics, which he pretends will insurc them aminst premature cremation. The hat is constructed something on the principle of the ola firehelmet, and the picturesque shape is made available for somo very fanciful adorn- ment. The material is rich Russia lcather, and the peak, which was formerly ornamented with the name of the owner's com- oy i great brass letters, can . be d‘eucmwd with the wearer's initlals and the pumber of her residence, to serve for identification in_case of accident. Tlie rim of the bat and the ridge running down the back of it are firmly braced with stecl or polished sil- ver to serve as a protection against falling leams, and over the whole gallant-looking Liead-dress droops a swecping plume. A veil of very fine wire serves to protect the face. The mantle is woven asbestos, and from its ample folds it is claimed that the flames will separate #s they did around, the path of Satan. The ekirts, whatever fanciful exterior material is used, are to be composed of a substruction of Teathier zarmentsof several folds, the interstices ot which will be filled with water after the man- nerof the latest German fire-proof dress. It may be necessary to support such pondrous under-Jothing from the shoulders and the welzbt will be inconvenicnt, but the grace- ful effect of the beavy skirts will compensate in theslow majesty of (he wearer's movement for any trifling diseomfort, they may occasion. The mud belonging to the costume will be of the verr larmest size, and will serve to conceal a small but powerful fire-cxtinguisher, and the efleet of several hundred of these instrumcents Lbrought into play. at the samemoment will be 10 make a fire at a theatre a comedy instead of a tragedy. Inorder to provide for the worst, howerer, the inventor has arranged facilitics for cxtricating wWomen with grreat ease In case of a pavie. At different points in the dress where a fimm_anchorage can be sceured, stout trunk- Laudles are placed, so that each lady's escort, or the attendant firemen and policemen, an take a firm hold of every woman wugbtin the crowd and pull her out of the throng. This idea is suzgested by the Chicago fashion of having trunk handles between the ¢houlders of alady’s dress for the convenience of strectcar conductors. Finally, in cases where 2 lady ventures to go up-stairs to a ball or toa halcony scat, she will be provided with a Tarasol in the' shape of a parachute, by the aid of which shie may float gracefully out of a win- dow 10 the pavement below. With the women of an audicnce so fortified against fire, it is sup- Posed that after the occurrence of a sudden alarm, the people will be so cool and confident that they can eaunter ina Jeisurely,_way out of 1be most dangerous theate in New York before the flames bave brought down the canvas celling of the auditotium LOVE'S ICY DREAM. Detroit Free Press. The other eveuing as a paticnt policeman was ‘Pacing bis beat on Howard street a young man Passed him and ran up a flight of stone-steps and rang the bhell. The officer heard the door open, z young lady's voice sing ont, and he said 10 himself; ¥ 4 *'Tis Jove’s young dream.”” He was just moviug on when another young man approached, looked up at the house, and, ina shecpish way, asked the officer if he had gcen any one roin. He was informed of what d occurred a moment betore, and hegasped: It was that sneaking chsp from Csss ave- ageln He walked on, and the officer walked, but ten mlnuws_ later the young man climbed the stoue 53315 with a pail of water in his hand and emp- g its contents over every stone. He was sit- nZ onthe horsc-block opposite as the officer ame back, meaning to stav there until his plan Infolded or until he froze to death. Ile didn's recze. - In about ten minutes the door upposite pened, two voices were heard for a moment, a0d then the young man frow Cass adiue cane down the steps on his car, Lis clbow, I <houl- ;r-blnrlg nis heel, or on most any.uthenpart of the Human makeup. He struck the side- walk, shu. across it to the guiter, and came tos | stand-still with his lead in the snow. There gasnflml of laughter from the house asthe d?or_s ut, and the watcher on the horse-block Hr.-k.lcd and remarked : That heartless laugh was not uttered by a woman who loves—I'm hunkye” Y e _ Five minutes later he carefully crawled up the icy swlps. and the good policeman heard him cordially erceted, and mused: 1 Well, if there ain’t more’n scventeen dif- lerent ways of finding out if a girl loves you!” THE GIRL WITH THE GLASS EYE. Bellet's girl has aclass cye, and it was that one particular picce of glass which caused Bel- Jet’s arrest last evening. When Bellet and his girl got on the up-town car at the depot there was a party of Texas cow-boys who had just been paid off. They were rather rough in their manuers and boisterous in their language. Bel- let’s girl, who sat next to onc of the cow-boys, cast one side glance towards them, and that glass eye of hers stuck. And the worst of it was, Bellet’s girl was not aware of the fact that her left-hana optic was left glancing sideways to- wards the cow-boys, while her sure-cnough t:yc was looking impioringly towards Bellet. The Texan sitting ncarest to Bellet’s girl looked at her and caught her looking sideways_and wink- ing out of her glass cye¢ata rapid rate. e punched his_partuer in_the ribs, and, witha glance towards Bellet’s girl, remarked eh‘;liow’s this, Polk? Reckon I'm solid thar, Then the Texans looked td¥ards the girl, and still the glass eye remained stationary, while the eyelid kept up its winking. The Texan moved closer to Bellet’s, girl and spoke to her. She became terrified and’appealed to Bellet tostop the car _and she would get out. Then Beliet_got up and inquired whether the Texan intended to insult the lady, but at the same time caught sight of her leit eye leveled languishly upon the cow-boys. This made him madder than ever, and he reproached his girl in Juuguage very uncomplimentary. Bellet's girl shed tears out of oueeve, and the cow-poy “bounced” Bellet. The latter yelled police, and Bellet's girl fainted. Justasthe car stopped Bellet went out of the carinto Officer Davis’ aris, and was given in_charge by the car-driver for insulting a lady.—Kansas City Times. A PHILOSOPHER. # There is nothing more depressing or mortify- ingto a young man thau to be jilted by & girl. His azony seems uncndurable when she not only throws him overboard but also ships arival. His casc may become desperate if, after she has named the hnppy day, and ke has bought the ring, secured fitting wedding raiment and en- gaged the parson. she gives him the slip and marries another fellow. Some men think of firearms or cold poison under such circum- stances, butnot soa St. Louis young gentle- man named Hickland. Miss Jennings had con- sented to marry him. _The day was' fixed, Was near at hand, the viands cooked, the wedding dress complete, and the minister notified. But the very day before the expected. wedding Miss Jennings went out at evening, marricd a Mr. Cather, and Ly midnight the couple were speed- ing away on their bridul journey. Did Mr. Hickiand despond and grow desperate! He 101 the parson to be on hand just the same, forthwith proceeded to the house of his afli- anced, asked in marrisge the hand of Miss Hay- wood, there residimg, was accepted, told the old people to keep the viands hot, fetched the parson, and, while Mr. and Mr. Cather were Basting away, a merry company witnessed the wedding of Mr. Hickland and Miss Haywood. The supper was the most elegant which had been lately served in all that region, and love claps his hands in joy over two wedded pairs instead of one. Mr. Hickland is a philosopher. A WOMAN TO DO TIE WORE. Brattleboro peopletell this forafact: A young widower in Windham County, not far from Brat~ tieboro, who was greatly inneed of a house- keeper, rode, day after day, in a vain search for abired girl. At last, almost discouraged, be drev up at asmall dwelling smong the bills: +Can you tell mewhereIcan get 2 woman to do the Workin s farmbouse!” +* Whers are ye from?" asked the vld man, viewing the band- some horse and buzgf witha critical air. My pame is yand 1 am from 2 wOy Yasas, I've hearn of ye; ye lost yer wife a spell 220, Well, I've_got six gals—good gals, too— and yer may take yer pick among ’em fora arife; they wouldn't nonc on ‘em think of going out terwork. Should as full as lieves youshould take Hannah, because she's the oldest, and her chance am't quite o good, sceing as she’s near- sielited and can's hear so very well. But,if ye t want her, ye ean takeyer pick o t'others.” Tne widower went in, selected the best-looking one, drove to the dJustice’s, was married, and. carried home that night a permancat house- Keeper, who proves, so far, to be in every way satistactory.—Springfield (Mass.) Kepublican. A FEMALE ‘“BULL.” Mr. Corville was reading to his wife from a newspaper on Saturday morning, whenhe struck this paragraph: “Mr. and Mrs. James Clark, of Pulaskl, N. Y., both came into the world on the same day, and both were silled by a can- cer.” 1Well, I declare! wasn’t that singular!” ob- served Mrs. Coville. *Bornon the same day, died on the same day, and with the same dis- case. Now, if thes’d only peen married on the same day, the thing would have been com- plete.” i “What's that?” suddenly interrogated Mr. Corville, looking curiously st her over the top of the paper. i ] say,” she repeated, ©if they’d both been married on the—why, to be—" she_embarrass- ingly added as she caught theamused expression of his face—tthat is—1 wonder if 1 thousht to put ou the dish-water,” and she hastened into the kitchen to attend to it.—Danbury N A PECULIAR MARRIAGE - CERE. MOXNY. On the wedding asy in Borneo the bride and. bridegroom are brought from opposite ends of the village to the spot where the cercmony is to be performed. They are made to sit on two bars of iron, that blessings as lasting and health as vigorous may attend the pair. A cigar and betel leaf, prepared with the areca nut, are next putin the hands of the bride and bridegroom. Onc of the ?flesu then waves two fowls over the heads of the couple, and, inalong address %o the Supreme Being, calls down blessings upon the pair, and fmplores that peace and hap- pincss may attend the union. fler the heads of the aflffanced have been knoc! against cach other threcor four times, the bridegroom puts the prepared sirl leaf and cigar into the mouth of the bride, while she docs the same to him whom shie thus acknowledges as her husband. A KISS. Norristown Herald, & A kiss,” says a writer, “isa seal express- inga sincerc attachment,—the pledge of future union,—a present taking the impression on an frory coral press—erimson balsam for love- wounded hearts.” We had no idea that a kiss, when dissccted, would prove such a simple thing. Imagine & youngman, as he bids his girl adica on tne front stepat 3 o'clock 8. m. “on Monday, dartinz_ back, as she is about to_close b door. to snatch some “ crimson balsam for a love-wounded heart.” And a girl might ask her Jover for some of that balsam right before the old folks, and they would think it Was a new kind of gum-drop. DEADENING TIIE FORCE- A sad-faced man from the country, with his head tied up, came into Reed’s furniture store yesterday, and said he wanted to buy some chairs. Mr. Reed showed him all in the estab- lishment, and he selected half a dozen of those chairs with cushioned botloms. As he lifted $ho chairs into his wagon, Mr. Reed remarked that the chairs would be \'crlyllkely o please 1us old lady, and they would fast a lor,nz time. oo countryman responded: I dow't know whether théy will last any longer than the ihers, but, them cushioned seats Wil deaden the force of the licks, 1 reckon, when ehe gets exasperated.”"—San Antonio Ezpress. A MOTHER-IN-LAY. Paris Paper. She had succeeded in marrying her son, nn_d paturally undertook the management of his household. Presently the son advisc, direct, and worry ter-in-law. Then the daughter-in-law married azaln, but still the old lady insisted on Dossing thines. died, but she continned to generally her- daugh- A fend essajed_to convince her that ehe conid i o possible right to Interfore,—that e new husbund wag nothing to her. N athing &7 sby cried, “ e nothing to_mel \Why, ain ] fiot his stepmother-in-law o his wife's side TOO WELL TOSTED. A Parisian scene: On the first night of the new piece & presty young actrtss advances to The front of the stage, faunting fn an exquisite e st ‘have cost 8,000 franes!” said audibly-a lady who sat with her husband in the {front row. s “No, no, only §2,500,” he said, mechanically. Ti?m lic found her ¢ye fixed on him, and wis silent. FEMININE NOTES. “Y¥hat would you do, madam, if you werea gentleman?” “Sir, what would you do if you were one?” Sweet thinge in compliments—Totty (archly) —*And you've never been in ove beforel As- tonishing!” Horace—* Oh, no. It would have been astonishing if I had, since 1 have never seen you before!™ «Pa,” asked an up-town boy, * what is meant by Paradisei” ¢ Paradise, my son,” replied the father, gloomily, “ paradise is the latter part of nextswnmer, when your mother [oes on a visit to your grandfather.” It is sad to reflect that the young woman who was this Christmas working a green bull-dog on her Charles Henry’s pink slippers may be work- ing a blue basement to his black pants next Chnstmuos. such is life. Norwich Bulletin: Kate Claxton was saved at the Brooklyn Theatre by having s petticoat with her. This confirms our opition that no right-minded young man should attend an en- tertainment without one. Those auburn-haired young ladies with noses suggestive of a cold morning, and who miseed fire during the leap-year just passed, now sadly sing: * It may be four ycars, and it may be for- ever."—Philadelphia Bulletin. oS Do you reside in this city?” asked a masked man of & masked lady at a masquernde party the other evening. He felt sick when she sai to him in & low volce, “Don’t be a fool, John; L know you Dy that wart on your thumb.” Itwas Lis wile. Ile purchased his sweotheart a pair of ten- button gloves, andhanded them inat the door himself. The servant-girl took them, and, go- ing to the foot of the stairs, bawled up: ‘* Please. miss, ’eres & young man ez has brought youa palr of leggin’s.” The young man with an umbrella snd eye- glass who tikes up bis position in full view of The street-crossings on a sloppy day bas become an objeet of considerable sympathy since the in- troduction of [ndia-rubber * \Vellingtons™ for women.—DBrooklyn Argus. A fashionable young man lately presented his sweetheart with a string of pearls.” As she hung them joyously around her neck a_cloud came over her brow, and she eried, * Beloved, do not pearls betoken tears 17 ¢ Nnr¥ tear,” was the response; *thein’s imitation.” So many unsettled questions remain to vex American society that the great Parisian proo- 1em, How to make a lady’s 175-button glove that shall combine the advantages of a goatskin un- dershirt and a_patent duplex shoulder-brace, has not received the attention it deserves. Rochester Democrat: I wish I were you about two hours,” she said with great tender- ness. “And why, my deari” he asked with considerable interest. *‘Because,” she said, toying affectlonately with his watch chain, “be- cause then I would buy my wife a new sct of Mistress—¢ You're going to your brother’s wedding to-day, aren’t you, Martha!” Martha Z¢Yes, ‘em, ond I was agoln’. to ast you, ’m, if—Yer see we're much o the sawe “eighth, cr, and completchon, and_style, as they If yer could lend me a gown ’ter go in!” Worcester Press: Anna Dickinson fsn’t very Dhappy in love scenes; but when it comes to mop- ping around under the bed in the next act for the tyrant whom she married just before the curtain fell, the critics burst into tears and the gallerics focus their sympatby on the place where the dust is stirred up. New York Commercial: Mrs. Spilkins had seveateen calls yesterday. The milkman called first at 6 a. m., then came fourteen men in suc- cession with snow shovels to ask if she didn’t want the sidewalk cleared, the butcher called +with his bill about 3 in the afternoon, and finally Spilkins himself called at p.m. The following conversation, illustrative of Paris life, was overbeard in_the Cafe Anglals: \What n pretty woman!” Yes, she is charm- ing.” *And tnat monsfeur, is it her husband #? «Oh, no” replied the friend, sipping his ab- sinthe; I should say certainly not, for [ bave scen them driving very often, and, indced, they were at Baden together.” A young man who was courting a Boston fi" upset & can of kerosenc upon her pet dog. n the flurry of his anxicty to repair the mis- fortune he picked the animal up and set it be- fore the stove to dry. The cxperiment could not have been entirely successful, as she wrote him that night: *Wehave met for the last time. You can’t extract any more of the square root of my affection.” Burlington Hawkeye: **Happy New-Year,” cried a bashful young man as_he entered a par- Jor on West Hill Monday afternoon. * Pappy knew yer? replied the fair creature he ad- dressed, indeedy did he; ho_said he saw you slide out of the front door and skip out across the ot and over the side feace, and if he could have found his other boot, that I kicked under the sofa, vou'd ’a kney him too, you bet.” And the shadow of a tender, painful rewminiscence passed over the young man's face. A woman named Marie Celvet has just been sentenced to twenty years at hard labor for the miurder of her sister Julie in Paris. While the trial was going on she constantly wore a long crape veil. *“Why do you wear shis veil?” ask- ¢d one of the officials. “To which the sweet girl ently replied, * [ am in mouraing for my poor Sister!™ This fairly matches the French parri- cide, who, on being asked what he had_ to say after his condemnation for killing his father an mother, entreated the Court to *have mercy on n poor orphan.” « —————— THE SUICIDE. Shrink not from the dead face! *Iiy pure now in deatn; What if she sinned With her very last breath? Ywhat if the body is soiled and besladged? The sonl 18 its Maker's—by Iim shail be judged. Raice not your skirts In disdain, as you pass The bruised, mangled, ragged form, Town in the grass, Just out of the river, where ended its shame, Your end is not yet; it may be the sume. 1f you had but held forth A hand ber to save, She might not have lain In 8 suicide’s grave. Tend a hand to the fallens This wreck Is the work of help one, if you c: +*reepectablé man —————— French Coral Fishing. Tt is well known that France provides nearly every market in the worid with coral. The Siecle gives some valuable information upon coral fishing, which furnishes cmployment for Jarze numbers of people: The process of coral- fishing is of the most simple_nature. Imagine two Emu‘ pieces of wood, forming a square cross, in the centre of which a lead or cast-iron wedpe is solidly aflixed, and which sinks the whole _machine into the middle of the sea. To each of the four branches of this cross are attached fibres of hemp and old ropes. These fibres are united by a Tope of about five fathoms in length, so that whien the cross has sunk to the bottom and is put fn motion by tne movement of the vesel, it catehes,loosens, and retains sl the fragments of coral that come within its reach. When the Captatn sces fit, the boat Is_stopped, and it is then that hard labor begins for the crew. The capstan must then be turned, and the heavy cross, laden with all its booty, and made still Teavier by the resistance of the water, must be hoisted on deck. This hard work is incessant; the fishermen work on an average eighteen bours a day, and when the weather 1s uupleasant, which is often the case on the Alfrican coast, they have not one moment’s rest. The ship’ oaly Teturns to port to unioad, r?lm"s“ its store of eatables aud fresh water, and then immediately focs back agatu. Of all ‘fisning that of coral is fhe most difficult. When women decorate themselyes with these pink pearls they little Enow what hardslips and dangers had to be underzone to dislodge this beautiful product from fts ocesn bed. When the coral-fishermen Teave their homes they say they are going to suffer the tormeat of the crose. A Mother's voeap -ui Life. Ba'timore American. ; Last nizht at avout 9 o'clock the neighbor- hood of Souta Hanover street was alanned by cries of fire from the house 402 Hanover strect, oceupled by several families. Michacl Doyle, who occupied the first floor, had retired and Jeft his Jamp turned down, which suddenly ex- ploded with a loud noise and commaunicated fire 1o the carpets and surrounding wood-work. The occupant of the sccond floor, Mrs. John Rossiter, being awakened, and finding the lower partof the house on firo, became greatly ex- Bited, and broke the front windows, cutting her hand$ severely. The lodger on the third flour, Mrs. Michael Hernbery, bastily throwing her clothes about her, ran to the window, and, call- fuer to those below to be on the alert, threw out Ter infant chila 6 months ola, which was safely caught without injury. She then hung out of the window and jumped herself a distance of thirty feet and over, and, strange to say, pears to have received Do ipjury of any accoue EUROPEAN GOSSIP. The Ex-Empress Eugenie at the s Vatican. Her Imperial Highness Painted Red, ‘White, and Black, Heissonier---Liszt—*‘ L'Etrangere *--The Lucky Es- capo of a Russian Prince. EUGENIE AT THE VATICAN. Rome Correspondence New York World. ‘The other day I received information that the ex-Empress of France, who Is now in Rome with lier son, was to go to the Vatican on a certain day to visit the mosaic factory, Pinacotheka, and Loggic of Rapbael. Baron Visconti was to play cicerone. It is always pleasant to go to the Vatican galleries; one never tires of them. With the chance of sceing the ex-Empress in view, to be sure, all other engagements were putaside to secure it. The appointment was made by the Empress hersclf for 12 o'clock mid- day. At 12 o'dock Baron Viscontl was on hand, and a goodly number of Mon- signori were also in attendance to do honor to the ledy. A few privilezed persons were hidden away in corners. The gentlemen were in mezza tenuta, as suited the hour, and looked important and oflicial. Tywelve o’clock rung out, but no Empress appeared. Punctual- ity, the poiitencss of sovereigns, was not the rule, it seemed. In her place, however, came a telegram to Baron Visconts, who said her Im- perial Majesty had been unavoidably detained, but would be at the Vatican at 1 o'clock. Then crept ont the cause of her detention. She had %onc to the hunt-meet with her son and Prince ‘umbert! You may well imagine the disgust and vexation of the Vatican monsizmori. %‘hc officials whispered among themselves, when the ex-Empress was the delinguent the other day, something equivalent to “ Not to the manner born,” an a gentleman sald to me coolly, “You remember she was mnothing but ‘some S(l:m[s]\ marchesa,” for the iron had entercd their souls. The sorrow of of sorrows was that her ex-Imperial Majesty had thrown over her Vatican a;;i)olutmcnt to go to a hunt-meet with the Quirinal powers! Alto- gether it was a very indecorous and undigniticd piece of conduct, they thought. The monsis- norl took snuff, looked knowingly around them, avoided looking_ at cach other, shrugged their shoulders and walked off to their breakfasts. They did not fntend to lose that important meal for “some Spanish marchesa.” I make no doubt if they had been questioned or “inter- viewed * as to the prospects of the restoration of the Bonaparte dgunst)’, and they had been obliged to answer, they would have said, * Um / molio duficile.” Poor Baron Visconti was oblig- ©d to remain without his breakfast, and, as he Is an elderly” gentieman, he could not stand well the want of his midday meal. = By the time the ex-Empress arrived he looked worn out, ard went through the duties of ciceronein a very fatigued but extremely polite manuer. 7Lae Empress did not come until 1:30 o’clock. And when she arrived she scemed perfectly un- conscious of having inconvenienced any one, ‘There was sn undignified bustle about her, as it she were hurrying herself to get through some necessary but uminteresting business, and she bad a light, trifliug, coquettish way and move- ment. Not only her manner, but her appeat- ance, was a terrible shock to me. I have not seen the Empress of France for over twenty years, Shewas then in the full brilliancy of ber beauty, & young wif¢, a young mother, & young Empress! Throughall'these interyening years of b grandeur and vicissltades, I have hever lost the memory of her rare beauty. Whenever I have thougnt of her during these Inst years, T have victured_her as 2 quiet; hand- somé, melancholy widaw, dignified aad efegant. But no such agrecahle personage appearcd the other day. She was dressed guietly enough, in a vory simple, ugly English black clotlcostume. The skirt was extremely short, without flounce or any other trilmming, except a broad black braid. This .costume had a long, Joose jacket, and she wore a simple English hat of felt. ller feet were trim, and she minced about on ber toes and high beels. But she was painted red, and white, and black. Her eyes \were darkened, and_ alsa the eyebrows and cye- Jashes, and you could sce the paint cn her lips. Then, upon her head was a reddish blonde wiz. “L\Why, she wears a peruke!” was the whisper amonz the Lidden obscrvers. There was no mistake about it. You could sec the peruke form in the front hair. This falsc hair was waved over the forehead, and_arranced in long tresses at the back. Her head looked likea well made-up barber’s block. In her hand she car- ried a laree yellow canc of the style of the co- uettish marquise canes of the days of Louls Ohatorze. Sic carried it as a_caprice, 0ot as a support; for ene played and toyed with it, pointed at the pictures, and twirled it _about in her hand. d not 2o into the mosaic I_-xcwri when she did, nor into the Pinacotheka: but was told she went through the mosaics in a few minutes, evidently fecling no interest in the cu- rious work, and paid little_atteution to Baron ViscoutDs explanations. The Pinacotheka, the Fra Angelico San Lorenzo Cliapel, Stanze aund Loggio of Raphael, were fnished in less than twenty minutes, and she came out ou the third Toggia, where I again saw ber. You remember this beautiful third lowsia, with its superb view. It was painted 1 the e of Clement VIL (Guilio So Medici, 1523-1534), and has on onc sido some curious old maps. Within the last fwo or three years Manlovani as restored and completed its frescoes. The Empress minced out on the loggia, and never onuce noticed the frrand view ofold Rome and the surrounding hills. She scemed preoccupied, if onc can say <o, with nothing; not bored, but_certainly not interested, full of minauderies. Baron Visconti cxplained’ carcfully all the curious maps, al- though he looked ready to faint with exhaus- tion.” The Emiurcss hardly listened; she was as uttish and legere as 3 young Parisicnnc of 17. Presently the Baron spukc of the Isthmus of Suez as it was represcated on the sixteenth- century map, and compared the ancient sur- Toundings with those of the present day. The Empress interrupted him, when her car caught the Nords “Isthmus of Sucz? and turniug to the young lady companion Who was with her, she said in French, with a trimphant look : 5 Oh, yes, I remember that Isthmus. £ was there at its insuguration.” The cx-Empress, atter having expressed her leasant memory in relation to the opening of the Isthmus of Suez, minced along on her high heels, twirling her cane, buwing “her wigged head, with an unmeaning smile on her patted face, to the few remaining remarks of the poor, tired Baron, evidently not hearing or caring for word he was uttering. Her visit was over, and she was off by 2:50. K ‘The Empress is most unpopular at the Vatican Court, I sce, and they cvidently feel cross at her beeause she scems disposed to be_on familiar torms with the Quirinal powers. The journals have told you of her visit to the Pope. She was carried up in a burbora, s a “1ifs ¥ is called, a rivilezze accorded to sovercigns. When she en- tered the Pope's presence sne fell on her knees and burst into a violent fit of sobbing. It was some time before they could calm her; then her son and Cardinal Bonaparte left her alone for a half-hour with His Holiness, When her visit w:E over the Pope presented her with a precious coffer. LISZT. Paris Charirart. Tall as the poplar swayed by the breeze, long and diaphanous; s broad aud high forchead, eyes lustrous in thelr dusky sockets, @ straight and strong nose, arched cye-brows, almost always contracted, masculine features, largo and fmperious mouth, a swarthy com- plexion, and those wrinkles that denote a power- ful organization—in 2 word, an uscotic face, Trimed with lonz gray hair coming down to his collar. Thus appeared to us' the humble and austere Abbe Liszt, ex-infant prodigy, ex-illus- trious planist, ex-Wagnerian expositor, now a religious composer, traveling to distribute fn- duigences and to perform his masses. His secular costume does not. detract from the faseination of his person. His profile one would judge to be that of a MMephistopheles, who, touched by the death of Marguerite, was meditating a slow conversion. - When you sce modestly enter & princely equip: L his full face his expressior energetic and manty. His gesticula pleand commanding,and his smile sympathetic and bezuiling. Waile treating graml person- ages withall of his moral and physical hautour, Liszt’s conversationfsatb lirsta little cmbar- rassed, but it is_soun succecdud by fashes of Wit and charming phrases, slthouzh he pre- serves his dry and cold tones. One migut com- his conversation to champagne frappe. Although righ and generous, lie lives rugally and felgns an azed and impoverished air. Do ot believe in it; it is only the aflectation of ‘hurmility, and his cassock cau. scarcely contain the boundinz of Lis still youthful soul. His pature is assentislly grave, but at present he coquets with honors, and feizus to be a mission- aire incognito. You should see him issue from the Pasdeloup concerts with lowered e{;: tnd e a name has placed at his dispozal. I do kot doubt the conviction of the Abbe Lisat, for in his youth he gave man{l‘proors of mystical as- pirations; but this digble d’homme Will never abdicate the virtuoso, and his conviction and gentleness becoming new titles to the public curiosity, he replaces kis sword of honor by s rosary, and beats a drum before his beiiticr. “At ‘cach step the man of the world reappears and struzeles with the priest; in vain he wishes to fly from the crowd; it attracts andntoxicates him. Benevolent and amiable, liking every sort of music, Liszt can be persuaded to play en pelit comite—that is, if among the audience there are no heretics. . Formerly he entercd a salon with a rush, threw down his hat anvwhere, removed the candles from the Sh‘mo, and before commencing to play broke a dozen strings in a. fantastic prelude. - Now he recolleets himself, draws off his black gloves, and, after a_mental benadicite, bezins the explanatory text, for, per- haps, youdo not know that Liszt writes ro- mes that are spoken and played at the same me. He Is a very carly riser, and has at his house only a bad_square piano that he never touches. After having read his breviary, he breakfasts Trugally upon half a dozen oysters, o, i it is & Jjour gras. upon a small piece of ham, and then ‘Days Sisits during tho remainder of the day. His two worldiy predilections are for cafe noir and for small and very bad Roman cigars, but cheap, if not gratuitous. tleisassailed by mam- mas who wish him to give piano lessons to their intercsting progeny. They have gonc 6o far as to offer him a whole dollara lesson. Upon days when he has no engagements, Liszt dines tete-a- tete with his son-in-law, M. Ollivier, and at des- sert they converse of temporal affairs. As he intends to remain some time in Paris, Liszt is rehearsing Mazeopa, Jeaune d' Are, the Dante’ Symphony, and eleven oratorics, the shortest of which is much longer than the opera of the «Huguenots.” " He has sent for his ex-Barnum, who had s limb frozen in their Russian cam- paiern. Signor Belloni, the famous Antonelll of this Papal pianist. 5 % Liszt_speaks all languages and cdpies his works hiwself. His manuscripts are without erasure or corrections, and his writing is at once finc, free, running, snd fantastic. Seeking the most unforcseen orchestral combinations, his scores are prodizious, and 1t requires a steo- Tadder to go from the'contra basso to the ple- colo. His system is the negation of truc mclo- dy; be piles_chords upon chords, pretending thus to establish the direct rngpofl. of the mu- ele with the philosophic thought. In short, his thundering execution ond bis principles of ex- aggeratod_grandeur fsplres. such dramatic aocents that, hearing his Mass, onc would imaz- ine that they were going to conquer Co China rather than to recite litanes. One last word: Liszt’s face is adorned with some moles, politcly called rains of gemws. Formerly he had four, now their number is more than doubled. - It is said that it is bis faith coming out. 2 MEISSONIER. Parts Correspndence New York Evening Post. Onc evening at the Gaito Theatre, when the crowd was greater than usual, Offenbach’s latest opera bouffe belng the causé, there was a curious little ‘man in a curlous costume who drew all eyes upon him. Was he a circus-rider or some impoverished military eentleman, that he should come accoutered in 50 strange a fashion? It was only Meissonier, the great painter, who had taken it into his eccentric head to appear before fashionable Paris in bobtall coat, trousers so tight that they might have been s dancing-master’s, and, to complete the picture, Wwearing 2 pair of heayy riding-boots. This is only one of the thousand cccentriclties which people the fantastic brain of the famous artist. Al sorts of stories are told of the capricious freaks his erraticfaucy has dic- tated. Rich even to opulence, he has scattered Ms gold sccording to his own peculiar notions of pleasure. For years he lived at Poissy, a suburb of ° Paris. When building his housc he had it torn down cight or ten times becsusc, when completed, some one Insignificant détail displeased himj and yet, when he found he had forgotten the stairease of his house at Les Jardics, he philo- supllica.lzireslgncd himself to the use of alad- ek, which he plaged against the outside wall. This house at Poissy has been often described. It was adorned with fouutains, statues, conserv- atories, rich upholstery, cverything, in short, but the one thing which to-day is considered the one thing needful In the home of wealthy art- lovers. A lady observing this want said fo the ainter: “I sce beautiful things, M. Meissonier cautiful gardens, beautiful rooms, statues, flowers, books, rich_hangings, but I sec noae of vour own pictures.”” _‘Ah, madam,” answered ;xc, Wihey are too dear to allow me to kcc{: them.” And yev keep them he docs, to worl upon, until hegives them the last touch of per- fection. To make perfect is the law of Meisson- ier's artistic being. He s rarcly ever satisded with the first exccution of his pictures. With- out hesitating a moment, if the work displeases him, he serapes the canvas bare, and the whole thine i3 besun again. Someof bis pictures Tave stooil for years on his cascls awaiting the final touch of his brush. With this painstaking uality—perhaps the greatest of all virtues in ;lhu ecalogue of genius—the man possess- os a mervous, active, almost excitable tem- perament, 80 youthful in its impulees, 5o fmpetuous in its actions, that even sixty- four years of life have brouglit no calm in tuekr swake, About this artist’s personality there is Something distinctive, individual. Hc is small, even for o Frenchman; aud vt he docs ovory- thing to cxaggerate his smallness. Perhaps, 45 Tuman natur¢ so delizhts in contrast, the slen- derness of - his own person has_inspired him With that love for the vast which is manifestly strong in him. Ilis beard, for example, isof a Tength suited to_the scale of six fect of stal- wart manhood. Then his garments are apt to be chosen as if to fit some Mmaginary giant. In manners he is full of animation, gayety, and in conversation one finds_him not’ alotic interest- ing, but full of the substance of thought. No one better than hie knows the science of his art. Painting with Meissonier is what it used to be in the days of Titian—an art founded on higher things than a mere knowledze of color. While talking he is apt to take a pencil, sharpen it, and then lot it run _over a shect of paper, and, behold, there are o hundred wonderiul sketches growinz under one’s eye. The man is cease- Jossly active. If he talks ho must gesticulate, and when not talking he must gesticulate all the more. Wiennot painting lic is on borse- back, or, if_not riding or hunting, he i lifting heavy weights or rowinsz, for his babits of physi- cal exercise are founded on the principle of per- petual motion. - ¢« I’ETRANGERE.” A good story is told in the Paris Figaro apropos of the first production of Dumas’ w[ Etrangere.” M. Febyre, who played the part, of Clarkson, the American, s moted for Iis extraordinary zeal for the minutiz. e wore in the play the chin beard without mus- tache, which is customary with Americavs, but unheard of among Europeans, and Figaro de- clares it Jooked so true to life that one might heticve that Febvre had cut it from the chin of a veritable Philadelphian! Every article and detail of his make-up, from his boots on his feet to the buttons on his shirt, was faithful to life. So careful was Febvre fn the matter, that he spent days in the places most {requented by Americans, searching for the type of Clarksou. At Jast he saw a_Bostonian of marked and sin- rular aspect, and _immediately exclaimed, @Yoila Clarkson!” Taking out "his crayon he mado s sketel of the American on the spot, took a memorandum of the material of his Clothes, and had n precisely similar suit 'made by sn American talior. ¥hen he appeared upon the stage he was the exact reproduction of the American. Many Americans were present at the customary semtoublic final rehearsal of the picce. Next day Dumas’® valet brought him the card of & stranger, who Wwas waiting to sce him. The sranzer was admitted, and Dumas gave & cry of astonishment. The man who conironted him was the exaet portrafi of Clarkson, the Ameri- can 50 well represented by Febvre. Dumas, 23 Soon as he could recover from bis surprise, de- manded the object of his visit. ¢ Sir,” said the Btranger, © 1 kuow thiat antbors and’ romances often change the names of their characters in response to the demands of people who bear the same names. 1 have come to beg you to cause ST Febvre to change his make-up; he has taken, a5 you see, my face without my authorization. Dumas cotild not acquiesce - With this dcmanga bat, by pleadingeloquently, e finally persuad 1iis visitor to sacrifice his own phisioznomy! And when the American weat”out among his countrymen and countrywomen, the colony ex- e 5s f in chiorus, * How Mr. R. has changed; he has cut off his beard! A PRINCE’S LUCKY ESCAPE. Paris Paper. A Russian Prince invited a couple of charm- ing young actresses to a little aiternoon lunch- eon, and between the bright eyes and coam- pagne found himself over head and ears in love wWith one of them. They separateas the hour for the evening performance draws nigh, and the Prince, still under the influence of the Lright eyes—aod champagne—drives to the florist’s and parchases an exquisite bouquet. This wasn't enough, and he went to the jewel- er's, and asked to see some diamonds; Show him some single stones, but he cries: “Give me a lot—a handful!” A basket of brilliants is produced, and he sprinkles the bou- _guet With thom sbumhnfl;’ and, theatre. Next morning he goes to the bank, draws 200,000 francs, and drives to the jewcler. “What do I owe for those diamonds?? *Two thousand.francs.” # Tywo thousand " %Yes. I saw . that your Lordship was some- what cxhilarated yesterday, and $o_ took the liberty of giving you paste diamonds.” Thé Prince reficoted. He had recovered from the effects of the bright eyes and the cham- pagne, and he said: “#You did quite right.” ¥ THE POLKA. Puris Letter. 1t is predicted that the waltz will be the only fashionable round dance, and that to polkas and mazurkas we must say adien. The first named of these dances now in disfavor had an origin worth recalling. In 1844 a wandering dame, being in need of money, sold for 100 francs the melody in question to an editor of musie, Ber- nard Latte, who within the year realized a bene- it of 100,000 francs (320,000). The polka; those of us who did not assist at its insuguration in Paris can form noidea of the noisc it made. It was afcver; an ecstacy; atempest; @ whirlwind; and even a scandal. In those happy days, young French ladies were allowed to_indulge in’ what are called round dances, and this polka seemed to set tnem all mad. The first who fndulged in it were published in full, and to sce it danced people climbed upon benches and stood upon tiptocs, as no other dance_ever made them do, —and now we are told the polka is to be sup- pressed. CURRENT GOSSIP. A FINANCIAL PROBLEM. Neio York Graphic. Jock Johnson rich? Pray tell me how His bark so soon did weather FPoverty, and guldc its prow ‘0 seas where no storms gather? Did some rich uncle die and leavo Tiwo millions to his credit, And the nephew's heart then grieve, _As if some dagger bled 1t? No? Then perhaps, with instinct keen, He made it in the scramble On Wall street, where good men are seen To daily go and gamble? No? Well then, may be, lucky maa, One day, when out exploring For mines, he found the buried can In which Kidd did his storing? No? Then I frankly give it up: *Tis quite beyond my guessing To tell just how he filled iis cup With the auriferous blessing! Ab, mortal frail! how weak appears Your shrewd mind's guesswork pageant, When this s al: for two ehort years Jock was an Indian Agent. Wl WiNsgsAGo CiT, Minn. DOM PEDRO AS A BABY. New York World. Catherine Simmons, the widow of the late Condy Raguet, dled at Philadelphia on New Year’s Day, azed 83. She accompanied her hus- band, appointed Charge d'Affaires by Mouroe, to Brazil in 1522, and was one of the favorites of diplomatic society at the Court of Dom Pedro 1. Her death recalls this sketch of Dom Pedro 1L, lately a visitor among us. It is froma letter from Mr. Raguet to the late Samuel Breck: “On the 24 of December, 1825, I 'went to the Imperial residence to inquire after the Thealth of the Empress. BeforeIleft home Mrs. Raguet had told me to ask to see the little Prince, and had charzed me, if Isaw him, to takehim in my arms and kiss him. Resolved to obey her instructions,—which, however, were decidedly contrary to all ciplomatic precedent, =T inqured for bis Imperial Higbness, The gentleman-in-waiting _returned_with _word that he was asleep, and they did not like to wake him. In a few minates, however, T heard a door in an adjoining Toom open, and an infant voice cry out most ociferously. The Marquis weut to reconnoitre, and, finding it was he, called me to follow him. IWhen I reached the apartment, expecting to see a baby with cap and frock in a nurse’s arms, \Wwhat was my susprise to_sce a_boy dressed in jacket and trowsers, with a white star of some order on his breast, standing on the floor and struggling to run from his nurse, who was holding him by one hand. The direction in which he wanted to zo was the one from which 1 came, and, sceing him pulling to come to- wards me, instinctiyely and without reflecting swhether the bystanders would_like it or not, Put down my chapeau, caught him in my arms, and kissed and caressed him. The_little rogue jimmediately stopped his erying until I put him down, under the caution, ‘Do not let him fall,? When he fell to again, and shouted, and kicked, 2ud pulled like a young fury. They then told me that he wanted to £o into the drawing-room, which T had just left, where there was a little carriage in wnich he was accustomed to ride. In this wish he was indulged, when,after taking his seat, he puton acountenance of contentment, :Ed c_;uihin:d the fcatures of a very pretty ild.” SHOOTING SEVEN DEER. Mitcaukee Sentinel. Waiting for the train atthe Northwestern Depot the other day, the Sentinel reporter, hav- ing with his usual modesty shrunk into acor- ner, heard Capt. Bones, a well-known hunter, telling his story to a small but interested ao- dience, composed chiefly of Tom St. Georze. +Did you ever hear how Bill Shepard shot seven deer out of onc drove? It wasa still, cloudy day, and therc were two fect or more of snow on the ground. There was justan even dozen in the herd, and Bill had got bebind a biglog with- inten rodsof them. Hehad to makeahole through the suow on the log to zet sight. .He ot all ready, picked out the bigzest one, and blazed away. It was a big buck, and droppedto Well, you know if adeer can’nt see the shot. and you can keep on or scent you hie won't run, shootine’ o8 long as you like. Sowhen Bill dropped the first one, the just scattered and came right back together again. He shoved in- another cartridge, picked out the biz- gest one again, aud he wumbled, too. Bill put a third cartridze down, picked out the bizrgest one again, and he dropped to the shot. By this time Bill was pretty well excited. He had only four cartridges left, but he kept as cool g possible, picked out the bigzest every time, and fetched him. ‘When he had fired his last shot he sat and watched em a long time, but finally he had to skow himself, and the bal- ance of the deer left. It was just about this time the rest of us came up and_inquired what all the shooting was_about. Bull was fecling awfully because he hadn’t any more cartridges, but be swore he'd got seven deer anyway. \We went over to sce. The snow was mightily tramped down, sure enough, but there was only. one deer—a big buck. There wasm't the least trace of the other six, every one of which Bill saw drop to the shot. Then we went up and Jooked at the onc he got, aud as sure as you're born he had seven bullets in him. Bill had shot the same one every shot. He would fall and then jump up again, and, being the biggest one, Bill picked out every time.” LITTLE GIRLS OF *FRISCO. San Francisco Chronicle. Three little girls, the cldest about 9, and the the youngest 7 years of age, were brought be- fore Capt. Short, at the Police Office, about 12 o'ciock last night. The officer who arrested them stated that he found them on Eearney treet, apparently drunk. When questioned, the g:’rla P “they were “ only playing drunk.’ With o warning admonition to go bome, the Captain bade them depart. Soon after & re- porter of the Uhronicie overtook them on his way down Washington street form the police Staiou, and toid them they had better go home or.the poiice might arrest them. « For sure!” asked one. © Yes, for sure, and next time you will be Tocked up.” “wWe don't care,” sald the youngest; do we, girlsT and & negative response came {rom all. i There’s too many special policemen ’round town, anyway,” said one. . wiye'd like to be put in jail once, just to see ‘how it seems,” said another. ©But you must£o home, girls, or some man will you off,” admouished the reporter. No hé won't!” chorused all of them. iWe'er hoods, we are,” said the eldest. * Yes,” said one of the others. “and I'd like to sce any man try it oo. My father told me not to pay any "tention % a fan who trics to copper me on the street.” *Ain’t we got no rignt to get drunk to-day if we wanter?”’ asked one of thein. Just then an_officer stepped into the moon- light, and at the sight of the glittering star upon his breast they il turned and scampered down Sansome strcet towards the Barbary Coast. AYATCHER WHO DID NOT WATCH. Baltimore Amertean. An incident that occurred during the progress of the watch-night services of the First Meth- odist Episcopal Church, corner of Charles and Fayette strects, on Sunday night, caused about as much merriment to those who witnessed it as the sanctity of the place would allow. Among those present was a very pious young lady, who was accompanied by aless pions male escoft. The services were to continuesbout three hours, but before one-third of that had expired the young gentleman became drowsy, 20d Wwas soon slumbering gently. The 1ady, on hearing some- thing that sounded very wuch like a s driyes to the_{her_ anery, and her indignation was increased when she noticed that the { unfiO man’s head was nestled lovingly upon the shoulder of the lady who sat next him in the pew. Waiting until his snoring indicated that his sleep was of tae soundest charncter, the young lady gquiety left the pew and proceeded home alone. hen the congregation rose to sing a hymn the movement of his pillow woke the Foung man with a start. He was, of course, very much surprised to find his fair friend non est, bat when bewilderea mind fully comprebended the situation in which he had placed her and the situation in which she had left him, his look of what-a-fool-I-bave- made-of-myself was absolutely ludicrous. 1f he did not fold his tents like the Arabs, ho cer- tainly as silently stole away. 7 TWO GERMAN BOOK REVIEWS. New York World.: «History of to Sleep Going.” By Miss Lud- milla Loft. This history bLolds throughout what in the title was promised; they call Mor- pheus to the reading-self, even if he be then ever so far away. The very first of these sto- ries calls itself *“Chloral,” or is so over-written, and fs a picce-master of geore painting. Im- possible is it to lay that book out of thc hand with satisfactions; indeed, the only satisfaction therein to be found, insists in the fact that to him who reads it, soon out of the hand it drops. Like unto lJaudanum already it is. ¢ House-Teacher Songs™ is an all-most-be- loved book coming so goon after “ Governess' Songs.”” So is it fine beautiful that we here transwrite what some of it is: Noees as red as roses Found I often by Principals Womens were inbumans Quite as often ag little dolls. Oh: 1t used to A1l my heart t ot neithor hkat e beor L 7 51 And large men tood in the house And drank and smoked, 1 felt bad. The child-heartfulness of thesc poetical devices in the poctical reslm will fill us with not only Jaughlulness but often with joke-tears. CONVICTED HIMSELF. Manchester Guardian. The French Bar has just lost in 3f. Cheix- d’Est-Ange one of its greatest masters. His greatest triumph, perbaps, and ome of the greatest triumphs cver obtained at any bar; was achieved in thecaseof n man caled Benoit, whom he was prosecuting for parricide. Benoit ‘had ali along persisted in declarine he was in- nocent, and there was nothing but circum- stantial evidence against him. M. Chaix-d'Est- Ange resolved to employ onc of the most start- ling and dramatic figures of rhetoric ever used in a court of law. Turning to the prisoner, he placed the scene of the murder In vivid and striiing languare before him. “There,” ho cried, “sat your father, quietly reading tho newspaper, near tho window, Ile could not scc who camne into the room. You stole in on tip- toe and crept close behind him. You paused one moment and then raised the hatchet ¥—- “Yes, J‘L‘s!" cricd Benoit, *‘that’s it; that’s how T did ft!” What the rpeated interroga- tories of the examining magistrates had failed to clicit from the murderer was forced from him by the eloquence of the barrister. HOW IIE RAISED THE LOAF. Detroit Free Press. He was a young man, and he looked like a student,—like one of the students in attendance at Harvard College. Moreover, his prompt. ac- tion, as he saw a loaf of bread on the crosswalk up Woodward avenue, went to show that he was fond of foot-ball, and therefore o student at Harvard. Ile reasoned that the loaf had fatlen from 2 baker’s sleizh, and further reasoned that it was better for him to kick it into forty pieces than for some poor man to find {t. He “kicked. He kicked for all he was worth, and uttering a wal of agony he limped to the fence and leabed awainst it and swore like a pirate. The interior of that ** lost ¥ loaf of bread was a handsome cobblestone, put there for just such an emer- gency. A STARTLING INQUIRY. Dandury News. Tt was at a party the other evening. There was a lull in the conversation, which made the host, who was inexperienced in party matters, somewhat nervous. With a view to relief he asked a mournful-looking man, who was set like a packing-boxX up in one corner, if he Was mar- ried. «No,T am o bacclor,” stiflly replied the sombre man. A" observed the host, warming up with tho subject, “ ow long Luve you been a bach- or There was another lull in the conversation. Nfiss Thompson's Paintings. frarper's Monthly. Miss Elizabeth Thompson has gained a sudden and surprising reputation for military scenes, in Shichicts claimed that unusual power ia dis- pluyed, especially in the action of horses: go rapid has been the rise of her fame, that withla two years of her first appearance at tho Acndémy she has received, It s said, #5000 for o painting, while £30 or £100 is asked for a mere rough pen-and-ink sketch of hers. The circumstances of her case’ are so peculiar that wnatever is sald about her is sure to be misinterpreted by somes; for, on the one hand, these who arc jealous of her suc- cess, or_diszusted by the possibly unduc esti- mmate placed upon hr powers, aré unwilling to accord her the credit of real ability, while, on the other hand. certain persons of more zeal than discretion, who act as if they thought the relations of the sexes depended upon a simi- lanty of intellectual force in each, instead of upon clements far more subtle and profonnd, are ready o cry down all Just criticism of fe- imale art as the natural result of cruel prejudice agalost oppressed women. The facts seem to be somewbat as_follows: Miss Thompson is a lady of about 32 Jeurs of age, who Irom early chifdhood has displaged a taste for drawing horses and soldiers. She studied at South Ken- sington, aod has enmjoyed all the ad- vantages mow offered to art students. For s number of years she painted as an amateur, antil it was proposed to her to ex- hibit some of her works. The Prince of Wales happened to like ber first painting at the Academy, and induced the Queen to pur- chase it. Any ope who has the athmc acqualntance with the way English soclety Is constructed, does not need to betold that after this Miss ' Thompson's fortune Waa securc. Well, Miss Thompson having acquired a scat n Olympus, further_criticism of her paint- ings would for o while bave little effect in de- pressing or enhancing their value. But it is to Der great credit that sudden success does not seem to have turned her head or induced her to relax in the cffort to improve, which won!d in- dicate that she s inspired by genuincart feeling. Fach successive work has shown improvement, and a disposition to profit by the suzwrestions of the critics. * The Roll-Call,” ¢ The Twentv- cighth at Quatre Bras” and ¢ Balak- lava” arc all military subfects. It would be natural for = some errors ‘to appear In them’; the wonder 18, considerdng cir- cuinstances, that they are so few. As works of art, we would suy that they display real pathos and dramatic power Iu parts, often with eflect- ive drawing of the horscs. But the power Is too scattered; the comj tlon lacks smplicity, breadth, concentration. While isolated groups s are very -well conceived, and “would ap- well as scparate paiotings or epi- Fodes, they do not sufficlently harmonize_to form the unity of one great composition. The coloring i3 also sometimes very guod, thon, again, is impaired by crude, unnatural yellow, or other tints out of tone with tho rest. Miss Thompson’s genlus scema to be lyrical ratber than cpic. It is. said she intends to abandon war pictures and take up sared subjects. It would not be surprising if she should succeed well in these, if she confiues herself to simple compositions. Texan Froutier Life. Six men start in a wagon to go from Fort Grifiin to Sau Antonto. Two of them own the wagon. The otber four srepussengers. A day’s ourney from Fort Concho the party encamp. I'wo of the paasengers persuade the owners of the team to go out bunting with them, and they go, leaving the other two men in charge of the camp. The two passengers who went hunt- ing come back without the owners of the wagon and tell the camp-watchers that they haveklled the owners in order to have the wagon to them- selves. The two innoceat men take thelr choico of being killed on the spot or keeping quiet and sharing the proceeds, They acquiesce in the Iatter alternative and the four drive on to Concho. Here one of the innocent men inter- views the Sberilf, and the two murderers, snufling danger in the air, hastily gear up aud rapldly drive off. The Sherifl summons a posse, and follows in pursuit. The Sherifl’s force over- takes the wazon at Kickapoo Springs, and cap- tures one of the two murderers before he can use Lis arms. ' The other runs to a thicket of ‘backberry bushes, where he lies down flat on the ground and opens fire upon the Sberiff and nis The Sheriff and bis men fire upon the berry grove from the open prairie and fight the h‘xfi until 3 in the alternoon. One of the Sher- ifl's party is shot, and be wildly turns upon the prisoner, shoots aud kills him [n bls tracks, znd then lies down and dies. The man in the back- - Derry grove tinally cesses firing, and then the Sherifl and several wounded men move upg;: nore, Jooked: around, and was horrificd to see | the thicket. The find the murderer ?fi'mk::,,b:t asleen._.-She became vexy | several balls, nd’dud- in this way from 10 in themorn- ~ e