Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, July 22, 1877, Page 11

THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE: SUNDAY, JULY 92, 1877-SIXTEEN PAGES. un ' NEWPOR The Insolence of Wealth as Exem- plified at Newport, Dives and Little Prunella Lazarus. Mrs. i& Sermon for Rich and Poor Alike. In the Heart of an Organ. From.Our Oten Correspondent. Newronr, R. L., July 19.—Several years ago one of the wealthy residents here, in speaking . of the projected Lorse-car plan which the Legis- iature defeated, declared that Newport was not. aplace for poor people who needed horse-cars, bot forrich people: “let the poor people go comewhere else,” tras the summing up of this conversation on the part of Mrs. Crassus. Yet, harsh as this sounds, Mrs. Croesus was not an uniecling person. It was the imperative 2s- suription of wea)th,—what has been called the ence of wealth,—which takes upon itself the judgment of omnipotent authority not sel- dom. Well, there is a certain amount of truth in Mrs. Croesus’ assertion after all; and this smount is the self-evident fact to every thinking person that Newport now, at thisday, is not a place or the poor so “muchas for the rich. And by the poor, I mean precisely the class that Mrs. Cresas means,—persous of limited means of any posi- tion whatever, and zot the laboring dass. Iam perfectly well aware that 2 few years ago I made something of a counter-declaration, to the effect that persons of lirited means could make them- _ selves quite as happy and comfortable here as their richer- brethren, and that scores of them did make themsetyes thus happy and comforta- ble. I TAKE IT ALL BACK, or, rather, { make a counter-decJaration that ouly those of these “poor people”. who have ap unlimited amount of bealth and strength can make themseives happy and comfortable sum- mer residents, soiourners, boarders, or what- ever “peripatetic”? one may choose to call the bird of passage, in this bounteons, veautifol, “blissful Newport,” in this year of our Lord 1677. “But what means this broad- side at this late day?” shrieks the inyader,whose heart yearns for this city of delights, and whose heart revolts in consequence at this onslaught. “Are not prices down? Did {not read: in ail the newspapers that cottages rented for one- third less thau three years ago? that the board- ing-bouses had dropped their prices? that the |. livers-stables —” There, there, that will do, most credulous and most amiable of newspaper readers! One swallow does not make a summer; neither does one fact in a great occan of facts overthrow the whole. It isa fact that several of the houses have rented at a good deal lower figure than ‘they rented even last year. For instance the cs- tate known as the Nathan Matthews estate, which rented last year FOR $4,500 TO MR. JOHN JACOB ASTOR, rents this year to Mr. Pierre Lorillard for $4,000. Two years ago Mrs. Paran Stevens’ residence on Bellevue avenue was rented to the Austrian Consul-Gencral, Mr. Havemeyer, for $6,000, and this year Col. Lawrence Kipp rents it for 35,000. But asfor the boarding-houses and hotels, I hare yet to hear of any positive reduction in their lofty prices. Every season the rates of charge in May and June, andsometimes through September and October, are moderate, but once launched into the summer season,—July and ‘Aurust,—and the prices fly up likearocket: But all this and the matter of lower rents has noth- ing to do or proves nothing against my state- ment that Newport is now as bad, if not worse than ever, as.a residence for the people of lim- fted means. And the explanation of this is just here. The summer residents of great wealth have 3s it were TAKEN POSSESSION OF NEWPORT. In the words of a disgusted old Newporter, “They run Newport.” But they have made the old town the thing of beauty that it is, so far as cultivation goes. And when we consider that the real estate owned by New York people simply is computed at seven millions, we shall scarcely criticise the action that desires to man- age so much property in its own way, and with aview toits own interest and pleasure. But the management which aefeats. horse-railroads, and by its ways of luxury brings ail the prices up into the highest regions, makes Newport a. difficult place for the summer sojourner of slen- der means. For as it stands now, it is getting to be a place of magnificent distances, only traversable by carriage people. To be sure there are pretty. beach wagons, but ther only run at stated times to the beach and Ocean avenue. Outside of those ‘hours or those limits you are at.the mercy of your feet, or, if health will. not permit sat, of ‘the stable-keeper. The beach wagon, too, has not the cheapness of the accommodating horse- ear, aud the slender purse will find the 39-cent ride. when taken frequently rather depleting in the fongrun. Then, £ challenge uy aontan, except SUCH INDEPENDENT SOULS AS DR. MARY WALKER. to walk or drive amidst all this wonderful purple and fine linen and not find herself influ- enced by it, if she has 2 shred of-taste; for it is artistic purple and fine linen. Mok at that Algerian stuff with its creamn tintsand its fincly- falling fabric, and all the rest of that charming foreign material that seems ‘“‘ woven of moon- beams und tinted with sunshine.” Is any woman, after her eye has become accustomed to this, going to entirely satistied with bunting aud Madras gingham,—so satistied that her purse will not suifer by the next pur- chase that she makes? And take all the rest of the fine things; insensibly the taste of one who lives amongst such things becomes educated,— spoiled, if you will, for the cheaper possibiliti verything in this world is a matter of compari- son, and life becomes a sort of ficht™ for the proper adjustment of one’s individuality to cir- cumstances. Mrs. Dives, no doubt, in hercream- tinted Algetian gown and her cardinal laces, is fiehting for her proper adjustment, and is as unbappy at the losees and disappointments that meet er as little Prunella Lazarus, who stands at her gate, is unhappy at the fate which chuts her out trom Mrs. Dives’ delights. Aud so the whole grand show bere gets to be the grand ex- ternal comparison, and the temptation which beckons to destruction, “The summer residents have made Newport,” is the _exultant cry of, many. S don’t deny it, nor does anybody. Nor can any- bods deny that the summer residents nave also made NEWPORT A BEAUTIFUL VANITY FAIR: for the native Newporters, which they have not been able to resist. and which bas demoralized | them not a litte from the old-time honor and honesty. Taere is searesly a tradesman here or alaboring man or woman but what is more or less affected by this influx of luxury and its im- perative demands. ‘Don't think,” said the manager of one of the fine houses “here the other day, td onc of these tradesmen who bad_ been engaged to fur- nish certain necessaries, ** that because it isa fine house that we are going to submit to any of these exorbitant prices.” 2 ‘The tradesman’s retort was this, That the owners of the tine houses were responsible for the exorbitant prices, as they bad set the ball rolling themecives by feeing all laborers enormously as a vule,and one instance was guoted where a dollar was heedlessly bestowed for moving a trunk from one apartment to an- other, There is too much truth in this. It is the old story of the American’s new wealth ‘which has gained for our country people abroad such a yolgar reputation of Javish. shewiness, But the owners of the fine houses are scarcely responsible for the fuolisbness, though they may be the direct cause of the rain that tollows the vain attempt to imitate the magnificence of Mre. Dives, amongst those native residents who have only a sixteenth ‘part of Mrs. Dives’ wealth, And the failures, and now and then, ag last winter, the ‘little irregularity” in a Government official in this “gvod old New- port,” shows that, though Newport has been “made™ py the summer residents, it has also ‘been made to fall from its old-tashioned hich estate year by year in honor and honesty be- cause of the grest temptation to live in the poset DIVES FAMILY. THE 4 But now let us look on the other side, Let us see what delights money can bring, and bow one of its posressors knows bow to Ievish it wisely and well, and to the glory and grace of the High-Pricst Art, and not Fashion, All newspaper readers and correspondents know of the Winans plice at Castle Hill. _ It?s one of the famed places of Newport, and I have once o> twice before myself told of the pleasant and, al~ Turing fascinatious which have helped to make this fame.” One especialiy I ebronicled,—that of the accommodating dining table, the inside Grele of which swings at the euest’s touch,— “like aroulette table,” Don Carlos explains, a piece of accommodation that dispenses sd- mirably witha peeping and prying Biddy or Michael to serve one. Y think, algo, I have defore made mention of the organ built Within a. four-walled domicil of “its own, and overlooking the “ocean.” But Chad only, seen it en passant then. The other day, drivin, with a wide-awake New Englanders was suas denly set down at the castle gates of this noted place aud invited to “hear the organ,” Strolling over the beautifully-triiamed grass, T came at Inst to the organ’s domicil on the brow of the hill, into the first room,—a little Toom with one winduw,—I found it was the ante-room to the organ’s soul. And there at the key-board sat a young man who for the moment was the magician who unlocked the mystery of sound. I suppose to any music- learned person the pieture that presented it- self to me is easily conceivable. The ante-room containing the. face aud key-board of the instrument, with the glimpse here and there of the nerves and arteries of communicat:on,— the electrie cords which by means of a battery drew forth from the room beyond, where “tier, over tier the great pipes loomed, the soul of sound. 5 When this sound beran, though the magician Was only au amateur, I for the first time got such impressfon of un organ’s power and com- pass as {had never before reveived. As the pipes wave forth their voice 1 stood on the threshold of the inner room, and I SEEMED TO STAND IN THE VERY HEART OF TUE ORGAN. and throb by thro I seemed to feel as well as to hear its voices rolling about me. For a mo- ment 1 thought of Loweil’s lines in the Legend of Brittany,— ‘Then ewelled the organ Up througn choir and nave; ‘The music thundered With'an inward thrill Of bliss at ts own grandeur; wave on wave Its flood of mellow thunder rose, Until the hushed air Shivered with the throb it gave. And the next. moment that soinething that sometimes overpowers us proved too much for nie, and Iwas fain to fly from this inner room, and that. rush of sound which scemed to take me up on its wonderful wings. and to suggest Richter’s outburst, “Away,away: thou suggestest to me what is not and can never bein this world of pain.” But, though I thas flew from the heart of the organ, F have had a sensation ever sivce of thanksgiving that Thave had the experience. And it was pleasant to hear that the owner of all this makes w come any traveling pilgrim to this nnusical sbrine. And it is pleasant too to lovk abuut and see that there is no vulgar display sny- where. Tne castle on this hill is the simplest of castles, where comfort and not fastion rul And—but space forbids further admiration, yet “one word more” to hold the moral of it all} and. that is, ou would come to New York either with a full or slender purse, follow the High- Priest Art and not Fashion, and you shall be of those who shall possess Four souls in peace and freedom, undemoralized by Mrs. Dives’ splendors. NP. THE SEER. ‘What boots the change of day and night «To eses that draw their finer sight Neither from eun nor any star that beameth? Mine eyea desire Tue white epirit-fre ‘That shows te tendent Fate below what seemeth! To cars like mine, around Stray subtle tides of under-cound, To which the silence roareth like mad’ tornado! Thear the spirits’ dialogues Of thougnt o'er mountains and through fogs, From iccland’s roaring coast to Trinidado. Leee a swarming multitude Of powers by men misunderstood, A million Jevers worked upon the fulcrum of thie eine, Whose Earth-ward end, reversed, Make wit is best seem worst, P And what is wrong scem pleacant to oar eecing. seit a happy gift, Tuls power 10 caleh the drift Of tides below the surface of the Present? No! Yes! for there, ' sin the evident sphere, God's balances mete ont the eolemn and the pleasant. Leok yonder now and sce The babe upon his mother's knee, His infant solace from her rich breast. taki Yet, come the tender winds next Spring, ‘That mother’s emptied handsehall bring Flowers to a little grave witn heart-chords aching, Dost sce that happy pair ‘Of seeming lovers, young and fair? Ab! would the maiden but of me take warning, She might benold the snake Coiled in those eclfish eyes, whose art shail make : ‘ Too soon for lier evect life a cloudy morning? O'er yonder stands a bride By her tall husband's side: Alas! her orange-flowers seem amaranth to me— lier roves, so like a cloud Of grace, are narrowing to the shroud ‘That shall enfold hes ere a score of mornings be. But now the vision turns * Where, in yon casement, dimly burns A lamp whereby a woinan. gear ‘and weary, lath toiled through nights of years, By hope deceived and scourged with fears, For one who comes not from a journey dreary. Sad heart, take courage! bat ence more ‘The sun shall circle over 1 ‘The wide, green land and melancholy billow! Then he, the lost, shall come, And lead thee to a blossoming home, ‘To reat thy weariness awhile upon Love's pillow. Down in a prison-cell, In pestilent darkness terriplc, Sits a chained man, for whom a mercy flicth ‘Through the wide felds of light, To pluck him from the might. aa Of phich he areameth not, though near it hieth. Ab! swarms of plearant things, Tnscen, on Eortu-bound wine, “Are flying throuzh the blue o'er-vaulting ether, To bless the hearts whose shure Of life has been despair, ‘And patient longing for the rest of Lethe; For countless eouts that mourn, Sweet solsce, yet unborn, Ja gathering in the silent mysteries of Heaven; "And, winging to and fro, Love's angels, as they £0, Bear ministries to make the lot of mortals even! Cucacé. Boyer H, Caurpeu. = THE WARNING? I was itting in my study, Toiling o'er the midnight-lamp. And the toil-drops etood out voldiy ‘On my forebeud cold and damp: Deand { thea the sweetest music ‘That seraphic, throats can poi ‘And the burden of their song was: Leonore! Leonore! ‘To your heart no more you'll fold her, ‘Leonore, Nevermore! O“twes rapturons just to listen To the soft, majestic glee, As it rolled around my chumber Rolled it out upor ‘Through the m Dati! all around me echoed: Leouore! Leonore! ‘Thon hast lost thy heart's loved idol, ‘Leonore, Forevermore! Sank my head npon my bosom, ‘Rnd with laboring breath and slow, Heard I words whose awtul import Planged my soni in deepest Wo: Told they bow I'd lose my treasure, How the beat wonld sadly pour bitter lamentations For the fate of Leonore. ‘When 1 fonnd that I had lust tl Leouore, Forevermore! Soon the glorious Vight of morning ‘Sed its beams upon the Earth, ‘And found that Life Eternal In the night had elven pee son] tov fzir and fragile Tos Aoyme-e roush and rugzed ebore: Sbe had cone to jon the ers At ho had eang ef Leonore . *“Tpon hast lost thy heart's loved idol, Leonore, Forevermore !” Appr Pescr. es eernane Yatolerance- ‘ ‘ea. A respectable resident of Exeter, Eng.. Jost a adiidandthe Vicar, the Rey. Wilse Brown, refused to read the burial service on the ground Juxx 20. that the little oue had uot been baptized. He | sent this note to the father: ‘I bereby give ou notice that L will not allow any service over Jour dead child. T recommend you to take the hody to one of the cemeteries in or near Exeter, where any dissenting ininister you lixe can per- form euch service as he thinks Bt.” The uphap- py father requested a Baptist minister to attend {he funeral: there was a, service on the road- way, and the remains were put out of sight: But the days of churchyard intolerance’ sre numbered. It was only a fortnight azo that the Conservative Honse of Lords, by 9 insfority of sixteen votes, decided that “where the relatives or friends of a deceased person gave notice that it was not their desire that the faneral should take place with the funeratserviccof ‘he Chitirck of England, they shoula be allowed to inter ibe deceased with such Christian and orderly serv- ices a3 they might think fit, or without any re- ligious service.” CURRENT GOSSIP. TO A MOSQUITO [Perched on the back af my hand.) Pray tell me. étranger, lank and lean, what you are going here, : So vers, very far from home, where you'll he lost, Tfeart And then New Jersey's swamps yon'll see nomore, or tread ite mud, But die amid your enemies, who ever thirst for blood. When first you left your’native heath, you made but Iittie fuss, For you had not attained a eize to be a full-grown mos- Qnito; but now the time has come when you will be no more, For O I am your: enems,” and soon will shed your fore. ; Lfain would let you live awhile, but prudence bids me not, For, though yon made fair promises, they soon would be forgot, Your tears they will not aught avail, for I have steeled my heart ‘Gainst you, my dear mosquito, and *gainst your little dart. Perhaps sou think it heathenish, since you are in my power, ‘That I should treat you as a foe, and on your head should shower So much that ia opprobrious, instead of feeling sad At your ill fate; bat I don't care, for Tam awfal mad. Then fare you well, yon thin sud gauut, blood- sucking mosquilo, or I bave now made up my mind to kill you at one blow, And then I'll rest ime peacefully till comes to-mor- row's dawn—— Well, {declare to goodness, the confounded «hing is gone! Jury 19, 1877. W. G. WRECKED IN PORT. Burlington Hawkeye. It was the wild midnight. Tbe tame midvight was off watch, and had gone to bed three hours before. ‘A storm brooded over the eastern heavens. It was a thoroughbred brood storm. Hop brewed, for it was coming from the yeast. Hawkeye Creck was rolling tumultuously in its sandy bed. Bugs, probably. Or it might have been nervousness, A lithe form eowered at the garden gate. Many a manly form has been coward at just such gates, ever since summer nights and gnats. and beauty and love and June bugs were in- ‘vented. “Tle does not come,” she murmured softly, as she peered into the darkness. “JI cannot see him. 1 will call hitn.”? She was wrong. . If she couldn't see him, she ceriainly couldn't call him with the same hand. A manly step came scraping down the sidesvalk. It was Desmond. 5 ‘She threw open the gate, and the néxt instant he clasped in his great, strong arms, twenty- seven yards of foulard. three yards of ruching, seven dozen Breten buttons..and 2 Pompadour panier as bigasa dog-house. Itwas all his own. “Allis lost.” he exclaimed, ‘Constance de Belvidere, the Russians baye crossed the Bal- kans. We must fly.” Constance was a noble girl. She only said, “Whither shall we fly!” He wanted to fly to some lone desert isle, but she submitted an amendment providing that thes should tly to the ice-cream saloon. ‘Ther flew. Inthe crowded saloon, where the soft licht felt upon. fair women and brave men, and the insects of a summer night fell in the ice-cream freezer. They spoke nv word. When two sentient human beingsare engulph- ing spoonfulls of corn starch, and eggs, and skim-milk, language is a mockery. ‘At leugth Desmond broke tie tender silence. He said: * More, dearest? "” She smiled, and bowed her lovely head, but did not speak. She was too full for utterance. Desmond gloomily ordered more. And more when that was gone. And a supplement to that. And an‘addenda to that. And an exhibit to that. ‘Gloom sat enthroned upon his brow. Con- stonce saw it. She said: j # What is it, dearest?” He spake not, but sighed. A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart like o knife. Desmond,” she said, “you are not tired of ‘me, darling?™ + By heaven, no!” he said, and thenhe looked (and thought) unutterable things. Her brow lightened up with a ray of celestial intelhgence. “Tse,” she said, tapping the enipty plate yrth her Spo00, Too cold. Signed, C. Mcr- 3.7 He denied it bitterly, and bade her remain where she was while he settled with the man. She, guided by the unerring instinct of ber sex, pecped through the curtains of the saloon, She saw her Desiuond bulding earnest discus- sivn With the man. She saw the man shake his head resolutely in answer to Desinond’s plead- ing louks and appealing gestures. She saw him lock the dvor, take out the key, put it in bis pocket, and lean up against the dour. Sbe sur her own Desmond draw from bis own pockets and pile upon the counters a peari-handfe pock- nite, six nickles, tour green postage-stamps, ey, tivo lead-pencils, a: memorandum- Look, a theatre ticket (ot the variety denomina- tion)? a pocket-comb, an ivory ioothplek, a shirt-stud, onc sleeve-button, a photograph of herself, a package of trix, two street-car checks, ucard with a funny (wicked) story on it, a silk handkerchief, and a-pair of gloves. And then she knew that Desmond was a bankrupt, and when the man swept the assets of the concern into a drawer and opened the door, she sobbed vonvulsively, “And it wast mine extravagance which bata did tlus thing.” ‘They did uot talk inuch on their’ way home. Once she asked him if he was rivb, and he only said, + Ernormously.”” Such is life. MR. WEBB’S EXCURSION. Detront Free Press. If you had looked into the corridor at the Central Station yesterday afternoon you would have seen a long, shining nose sticking through the barred door of cell 4, and’ you might have heard a lonesome voice erying out: “ Partin’ me in here won't make a bit of dif- ference! I'll rip and tear all the harder when 1 git out!? Tis name is Webb. He is the oldestson of an old farmer in Greenfield Township. He was in town the other day with produce, and just as he was ready to leave the. market’ a boy ap- proached him and asked if he didn’t want to buy a church excursion ticket for half-price. {t was to be a beautiful excursion, the boy said, with ice-cream, and Icnonade, and handsome girls, and bashful widows all over the boat, and there would be soft music by the band, sweet singing by the choir, and shadowy angels would be hov- ering near to pick up the awful good children who tumbled overbourd. “ym right there, bub,” replied the oldest son, as he went down into his vest fora quarter; and he further said that he'd been for years kering to go on a boss excursion up the river. ‘The ticket read that the boat would Ieave her dock at sharp 9 o'clock a. m. of Thursday. The oldest son was on time. He went to the foot of Woodward avenue and kept his eye looking for the steamer Northwest. He didn’t see’ any church deacons around. No crowds of white- robed children surrounded him. At 16 o'clock the oldest son pulled out his card, walked up to a knot of men aud remarked: “Has this excursion gone ¢”” “That excursion,” replied one of the men, as be read the ticket, ‘took place three weeks ago. this morning.” “And I'm left!” «Yes, sir—you are just twenty days andsome odd hours too late.” “TY paid two shillings for this ticket,” erimly “observed the oldest son. ‘It calls for an ex- cursion. Dye got bread and butter and ham and currants, and a. pint bottie full of teain this basket, and I’m going on the excursion or know the reason why.” «There are several reasons why,” laughed the crowd. “Gentlemen, trot ont your steamboat!" said Mr: Webb. They laughed acain. “Gentlemen, I give you just two minutes to pull your old steamer around here!” More laughing. entiemen, {’m no blowhard. Iwant my rights, and I’m going to have 'e1 ain’t going to plank down two shillings in cash, sit up half a night to erease my boots, sew on Luttons and oil up my hair, ride twelve miles in an old wagon y id and find the boat gone, and not let folks know how I feel about if. Bring on your boat!?* “We don’t osn no boat,” they answered. “Can't help it—F told you responsible. Puff your of boat around here er Pl climb the whole town! He put down his bundle and went in, the odds being eleven to one. He hadn't spit on his handg over three times before he was all twisted out of shape, and a good share of his body jam- med into an od cheese-box. A policeman pried. him out, untied the knot In bis legs, smoothed out the kinks in.his spinal column, and led him. away to the station. i “Don’t that cali for an excursion?” demanded Mr. Webb, as he slammed his ticket down before the Captain. “It does, if know how to read, aud now where is the excursion?” “Gone.”? was the brief answer. “Well, Lhain’t gouc. Vm right here. Im waiting for that boat, and if she doesn’t come Pil wade up and down this tuyga like a festive cyclone! Til give you. just two minutes to put me aboard of the excursion!” DELICATE RUSSIAN DOCTORS. War Correspondence London Standard (Russcvhobe). Riding yesterday—where and on what road I shall not tell—I stayed ata wine-shop to rest. Presently came in two soldiers, wearied out, quite penniless, but cheerful. They bowed to me, and gat upon the bench with the air of men too tired to unharuess, too feverish to sleep. I sent them a glass of wine each, and began to talk through my interpreter. He stated to me that they were peasants from the neighborhood of Moscow, but brighter youths could not be easily found in the bourgeois class of Eastern Europe. They had not much to say, even when rested, besides laughingly displaying tne bread alloted them, which was like a Captain’s biscuit made of oak sawdust. They observed carelessly that the regulations gave them a pound of meat every three days: ‘ but,” it was added, “some- body eats it. We do not see any from week to week.” Iasked what provisions they would re- ceive at the end of their day’s journcy, and they marked off upon their fingers about three square inches to represent the ration of bread. ‘remember to have sent you some weeks since the scale of subsistence to which a Russian col- dier is entitled. Prince Charles has decfared himself astonished at the voracity of his sub- jects, judged by the comparison. But if lam to believe these young soldiers, their abstinence begins to.equal that’of the famous horse in training to liveupon 2 straw aday. Very cheer- fuland manly they were, however, takig with gratitude, but without the least servility, such small refreshment as I coutd tind for them at theinn. They could afford nothing themselves, receiving but one rouble a month—about three shillings and two-pence—gone long ago. asked how the heatth account stood in their reg- iment, and they answered significantly that many were ill but few in hospital. Then the fairer and younger fellow, smi ing rather pain- fully, added, ‘fhe doctors were fooled yester- day; one of our'company died, and they carried him to the hospital. The Doctor came out with his whip, and declared he was not dead, so he cut him, of course,’ over the legs, making great stripes. But the poor chap was really fone, so everybody laughed at the Doctor.” f said, through my ivterpreter, that the joke was not a bad ond, but that hey should be care- ful in taking thus to strangers. “Some might believe you serious,” Tauded. “It is serious, as God knows,” they both answered. ‘The doctors always flog a. man before letting him into the hospital, and many times he will die under tbe whip.” As they spoke a melancholy wretch tottered round the corner of the inn. His face was waxy and bloodless, nis eyes swollen, his white shirt clung to him'as though soaked with rain. He dropped upon the bench, letting his rifle fa. Surely this object is not being seut_to duty?” I exclaimed in horror. “Tt is only his foet amiss,” the others answered, more in disgust, I thought, than pity. “He prefers to go on,—rather than ask the tender mercy of the hospital, I suppose. The poor wretch was beginning to aarp his wounded feet. [mounted in baste aud fled. Tae ac- count these fellows gave when alone with o foreigner who treated them kingly, I feel bound to repeat. If it be not true, flare vouch that they believe what they told. Igseemed to me that they wished to discover the opinion of a Stranger about it; that they have so far pro- gressed beyond their fathers" standpoint. as to Degin to faintly wonder if all doctors behave as ey accuse thelr own of doing. A MAGDALEN. What one woman may do, even though she be a fallen sister, is illustrated in a story from Louisville, Two years or more ago an anony- mous letter, signed “‘ Magdalen,” appeared in the Courier-Journal, of tat city, which detailed in singularly simple, but cloquent, words the hapless life of her class, appealed to the kind- hearted for something more than merely chari- tableintercstin these outcasts, and expressed the writer’s ownsincereintentiontoreform. The let- ter was so exceptionable of {ts kind that the usual newspaper custom of refusing to print: anonymous contributions was waived, and the appeal was given a prominent place. tt at once aroused Yery great interest, and vigorous, but fruitless, efforts were made to discover the au- thor. But it bad sts effect in the organization of asociety for the succor of the fallen, which met with such prompt response from the good people of the town that a house was secured, ample means provided for its support, aud a system of personal visits to the Louses of these poor creatures was inaugurated. These efforts, wwe sce by a recent report of the been crowned with pronounced success. work,’ says the President of the Society, “began with but one inmateof the Home. The number is now seventeen women and nine infants. The number received during the year has been larzer, but from time to time they have either married or been returned to theirhomes. The most suc cessful work is with young girls, who, after their first misstep, seeing their folly, zo to the Home brokenhearted and anxious tor the offers of mercy. ‘There are also in the Home a number of women who have for years lived an abandoned life, and they also exhibit the deepest LoIns of contrition. One day in each week the Home is visited by a delegation from the Young Men’s Christian Association, and at 3 o'clock every Sunday afternoon a sermon is preached by one of the city pastors. ‘These services have had the effect of leading the girls to think about religion, and within the past two weeks three of the inmates have made a confession of faith iu Christ.” Of her whose appéal led to all this it was afterward discovered that she was the daughter of a re- shectable gentleman in a neighboring town, who had been educated with great care, was betrayed when a mere girl, and thought to find refuge from her shame in the city. There she sank lower and lower, until, in a chance detention be- fore the door of a humble missionary church, she was attracted by the music within. Euter- ing the door, she Was given a seat, and, by a coincidence, the preacher talked that day of the story of Mary Magdalen and its lessons. That night she wrote the letter, and the next morn- ing she had disappeared, and not until the 60- ciety she had iuspired was well established did she make her identity known. Meanwhile, uo- der another name, she had been teaching 3 school in a quiet Indiana village. “‘ Now,” says the report, “she is a devoted Christian woman, going about doing good. She is serving as a Missionary among. the miserables of her sex, and during the term of her brief ministration has turned many stray fect back to the path of virtue.” A MISAPPREHENSION. Louiscitle Courier-Journal. “How d’do, Mr. Tapeline?” “Morning, Mrs. Kweergrubb.”” And the amiling clerk extended his hand over a Fourth avenue dry goods counter to meet the grasp of his.former landlaay. “ Apything to-day?” “Yes. Have you any of that new-fashioned trimming for dresses ?* “What is the name, ma’am ?”” “Tt’s called—let me see~” “Do you mean fringe, or—" “No, 0. It's a kind of a stuff made ex- pressly for borders. You ought to know.” ‘The’ clerk thought a moment, and suddenly his face glowed with intelligence. “Made expressly for—” “Borders—yes,” his tandlady interrupted. Do you mean hasa #7 “No, sit 2? ‘Then something like 2 small cyclone swept through the store as Mrs. Kweergrubb mado her exit, — ‘Torpedo-Balloon. The torpedo-balloon is the ingenious sugges~ tion of a Scientific Monthly corréspondent, and that journal, approving the idea, savs: ‘It is not a difficult matter to construct a balloon ca~ pable of lifting sufficient nitro-zlvcerine for the purpose. This might be inclosed in a shell and suspended as acar under the air ship. A simple mechanical device could easily be provided, for dropping the load, and this device might becon- trolled by a light wire through which an electric current could be sent. The ers have onl to wait for a fair wind, and then start their bal- Joon from a point far. beyond the range of the most powerlul guns. It would be easy 2 the Ad of instruments to tell just when the balloon hhad arrived over the desired point, and the pressure of the key would transmit the current - ‘and drop the mass of explosive. The effect of a antity of nitro-glycerine blowing up in a city aetore would be terrific." GOSSIP FOR LADIES. How Sarah Shepard Got the Bet- ter of Her Worser Half. An Indiana Tragedy---The Piute and His “ Heap-Strong” Squaw. — The Difference that Three Months Make---Jim Brown’s De- cease, " TIE KIss. What mem’ries sweet do crown the virgin kisa, ‘The sweet, warm pressure of the loving lips! What can Its thrilling ecstasy eclipse, The momentary state of heay'nly bl ‘The loving presence of a modest Mi Whose eyes, like bright stars, gaze into sour own, ‘Two suns of love, but brighter never ehone ‘The glorious sun on high. Alue! but this, Like other sacred joys, must pasa away, And leave the longing heart to wish for more, ‘That, like the fragrance of the flowers gay, Abide concealed,’ a precious, blissful store, Within those honeyed lips like roses red, * Fresh from the fragrance of their shady bed. : L, A. Osuunse. HOME RULE. Detrett Free Press. “Yes, I suppose it might haye disturbed the peace,” answered Sarah Shepard when the com- plaint-was read, ‘bat was Ito blame? Is there one wife in ten thousand billion who woutdn’t have done the same?” “We'll see about that,” said the Court, as he beckoned to a small, used-up man in the au- dience to come forward. Mr. Shepard advanced. Reaching a favorable position he exhibited two long scratches on his face anda wound on his head, and quietly re- marked: “She aimed to take my life, but Heaven in- terposed and the club glanced off. She’sawfu), Judge, and this isu’t the tirst time she’s triedto murder me,” Bah!” she exclaimed, in great_ contempt. “Judge, do you know who this spindle-shanked thing was before I married him? He was rooi- ing in the gutters for rags, he was! I, fool that I Was, took a liking to him, married bim, and have lived a miserable life ever since.” “Judge, [can prove by over fourteen families that she poisoned her otherhusband!” exclaimed eg nd did't th “Ant in’t they have you in Sing Sing!” she howled. is las) .,“* They never did, and you know that you hreatened to pour Lot lead into my ears!” “So I did, and I wish I had, for —! “Hold on, now,” interrapted the Court. “I don’t care how many murders have been com- mitted, but I want the facts about this riot that, disturbed Seventh street for anhour. Now, Shepard, tell your storr.?” «Well, sir, she borrowed $2 of me the other day to get Ler corns cut off, and last night when Tasked her to pay it back she few mad and tried to upset the table. Failing in‘that she said she'd make a cadayer of me in one minute, and she whacked me withapitcher, If you have any mercy in your bosom you'll jug her for five hmadred years.” ‘Now may I sink through the floor if I dow’t tell the truth,” se said as she drew a lone breath and braced her feet. “This man here,— this human pig,—this basswood skeleton, herd me complaining that my fect hurt me, and he hauded ine $2 and of my own money aud told me to go toa corn doctor. 1 went,and wher he asked for the money back I told him I wanted. it to buy goosebernes with. Then he began to rave and tear. I didn’t pay any heed to fim till he grabbed me by the throat, but then I rose up aud dressed him out. I now demaud that he be sent up for five years.” “Ladies and gentlemen,” began the Court as he put away his notes, ‘this is a very plain case. ‘That is, it’s plain to me that the doves of peace don’t coo around your cottage for shucks. One of you may have told the truth, but I doubt it. Both are to blame, and both must be purisued, one has been choked und the other clawed, and Pil.make the fine the same.” “Make it $200r three months,” cagerly re- marked the wife. “Just as you say, madam.” She pulled out a roll of bills, paid her fine, and then with a grin of satisfaction all over her fave she said to her husband: “That settles you. Youare dead broke and can’t pay. Go up like alittle man, and don’t forget to write to yours truly. By-bye!"” ‘She sailed away in happy style, and the amaz- ed court and the despairing husband looked at each other a full miaute before the silence was broken, Toen Shepard walked into the corri- dor and sat down and waited for the Muria, so badly used up that he let his nose blow itself. LOVE AND ICE-CREAM. Andlanapolts Journal. ‘There is some affinity between lovers and icc- cream. Just what it is or why it is has never been disclosed, and yet remains a problem for the consideration of Tyndall and Huxley. A writer, whose name is unfortunately lost, hav- ing become erased from the roll of honor by ‘age, has computed that a girl who has been two or three times in love can corral five dishes of ice-cream at a sitting: This is somewhat dis- couraging to the beaux, and renders it neces- sary that the young ladies should observe secrecy. concerning their love affairs lest they become objects of terror to the young men un- tiltheir day of grace is frittered away. But there js a subtle instinct that prompts the oung Jover to indulge this passion of the ob- Ject of his affections. No matter how unso- phisticated he may be or how little knowledge of the world and of women he may have, this unseen prompter whispers in his ear. It thou wouldst be loved give herice-cream. This psychological fact has not escaped the notice of desizning men, who bave cucouraged and fostered this pagsion and turned it to their own advantage as caterers to it. The lust and most ambitious schemer has invented a patent scoop, Which is warrauted tu retain the precious mixture while it is carried some distance tv some sectuded spot, while in silence aud apart the loving twain may devour it. The idea wasa bright one, and was of course eagerly suatched at by lovesick swains. But, alas!— Whoever thinks a perfect work to see Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. Jeffersonville furnishes the victim. What so soothing to his burning feart as the cooting fce- cream sliding down his esophagus? So it ‘be- came his custom to carry one of these new-fan- gled scoops filled with the seductive concoction tothe house 6f “ the maid his heart had sin- gled from the world.” and they would ramble tosome “ flowery dell,” where, with none to molest or make them afraid, they would sur- round the delicacy. But every dog has his day, and the time came when the iron entered into the vitals of this young mau. He had purchased. a scoopfal of the frigid nectara few evenings ‘since and was procecding on his way to the res- idence of his charmer, with love and anticipa- tion in his heart and the scoopful of ice-cream. in bis hand, when he met her coming with another fellow to procure that which satistied her longiug as nothing else could do. Whether it was from sudden emotion, or whether be feared that bis heart might crack if too sudden- ly cooled, he hastily suoved the scoop into bis ants pocket. Then it was that tbe hitherto Faithtul scoop failed’ him, and he became con- yinced of the vanity of man's inventious and womnan's constancy. diltcd by the woman he Joved and betrayed by a new-fangled i:e-cream scoop, how the pride of his life oozed away,— ran down his leg and filled his boots. His love for: the gitl melted like the ice-cream in his pocket, andthe light of his life disappeared with the polish on bis boots. Scldom have we been called npon to sympathize with s sadder fate or to mourn over so much swectness so suddenly dispelled. He who but afew short ‘moments before had started torth with a proud heart and a well-filled scoop returns with blasted affections and a boot full of skimmed rnilk. AN INDIAN AND HIS SQUAW. Firginia City CXev.) Enterprise, ‘Anumber of the Piutes camped amone the hills hereabout possess ponies. As there is hardly a handful of grass to the acre fu the neighborhood of their shanties, itbehooves such ns have horses to keep a bright lookout for rovender. Every wisp of hay that is met with i vither bucks or suave js picked up and stuffed into a cunny-sack to co toward providing meal tor the half-famished pony picketed at the camp. The Indians are sure to be op hand when bay is being unloaded from, the cars, and generally manage to glean aconsiderable buadle of the coveted artiele. ‘The other morning we observed Capt. Bob and his squaw at a hay-car that stood at a distance from the depot, and, there beiag no one about, they allowed none of the bales to. show ragged corners. After a. huge bundle had been made np, Bob posted it upon the back of his squaw, and, after seeing that the rope was in. its proper place across her forehead, gave a satis~ fied runt and started her along toward camp, he following, leading by the hand a 4year-old boy. The boy was duck-legged and a slow traveler. Bob picked bim up, and we supposed it was his intention to carry him Lome. No such idea had entered his head. As soon’as he Overhauied his .squaw he planted the boy atop of the load of har.. This proceeding” caused. the woman to bow her head a foot nearer the ground, but Bob didn’t notice it. wre, WHY don't you carry the boy, Bob?” sald ee ‘For cos? me like to see him ride.” SLet him ride on your back, then.” ‘Guess not, old son; me-can’t see -him if ho on my. back!” and away went Bob, proudly. smiling upon the youthtul scion of his house. Before reaching ‘camp, Bob probably had a. quarter of acordot wood piled up. around the boy; for, as Pintes say, “Squaw heap strong.’” aA PENITENT. he ‘Arrat Neelie, don’t look like a thander-clond, larlint; What hari: if ¥ did stale a kiss from your lips? No sinsible bee meets a smiling young arid sure, But stops. the ely thafe, and a bones-drop eipe. And, rose of the wurrald, epake aisy now, aint I ‘More sinstole far than u vagzbond oze: And how could I see the swute ktss that was lying Taere on yout red lpe, 2s thouch waiting for me, And not take it, darlint? Och, Neelie, give oer! Faith, I'm awful eorry—J didn't take nore. SEwnispane, fault, intirely. Why did you smile as er .. So great a timptation no man could rezist, For Pont lau ing blae eyex, and your cheek wide And your dicate mouth said, ‘We're here to be” issed. And could Tbe draming they didn’t spake truth, iear— Sure beautiful fatares like thim never lie; It they do. you should hide them, and not be de- wing Such an innocent, trusting young fellow as J. Are you frowning still, datlint “Och, Neelie, give ger! Don't tell you I'm sorry—J didn’t take more? Margaret Bytinge. > aus ONLY THREE MONTHS. _ Danvury News. They had been married about three months. The boy from the store appeared with a note from her husband. She clutchéd the precious missive with an eager hand, tremblingly opened. it and read: ‘Dean Wire: Send me a pockct-handker- chief. Joux.” She went slowly to. the drawer to get the de- sired article, and while looking for it she came across the tollowing note, dated two weeks after the wedding: “SUNLIGHT OF My Soox: You will have to send mea handkerchief. » Your bewitching eyes so turned my head this morning that 1 forgot to take one with me, for winch 1 shall kiss the sweet face of my own a thousand times when 1 come home. in two hours and twenty minutes it will be 12 o'clock, aud then I can come to my beautiful rose. I long to Hy to you. A thou- sand kisses I send thee, my fairy wife. Yours tenderly, nN.” She sighed, gave the boy the handkerchief, and sighed again. JIM BROWN IS DEAD. Olt Clty Derrick. Jim Brown, a worthy German, died in Frank- lin recently, and his next friend, also a worthy German, was appointed administrator, to settle up the affairs ot his estate. The administrator called at a printing-office the other day to have posters printed announcing that the goods of the late Brown would-be sold at public auction. “T Fant you to write up dose bills in some kind of sthylé,” said the administrator, whose mind runs much to business, “I vant somedings dat yill'addract der puolle ese, uud pring in der beoples from dur koundry.”” The printer asked for a suggestion or two. ‘Mrs. Brown und mineselt haf dalked it over,” continued the business man, ‘und we vant you to bead dose bills somedings this way”—and he marked on the wall with his cane to show that he wanted big letters—“ *Hoor-raw! hoor-raw! Jim Brown is dead?” FEMININE NOTES. A young lady from an upper Iowa township recently applied for the position of solferino iu one of the Burlington choirs. Saysacynic: A woman is not fit to havea baby who doesn’t kuow how to hold it; and this is as true of a tongue as of a baby. Dobte, on being asked if he had ever seen the “Bridge of Sighs,” replied, “Yes, I have been traveling one ever since I was married.” “I never felt so frightencd in my life,” she said to her lover; “1 turned as white 25 your shirt front—no*’—on inspection—“ very much whiter.” Observe'a young father trying to appease 3 bawling baby, and you'll “witness enongh in- genuity in ten minutés to make you think that man ought to be an inventor. “Don’t show my letters,” wrote a Rockland young man toa young lady whom he adored. “Dou’t be afraid.” was the reply; ** ’m just as much ashamed of them as you are.”” “ Papa,” asked a boy, ‘‘what is meant by Par- adise?’ “Paradise, my son,” replied the fath- er, ‘isthe latter part of summer, when your mother goes on a visit to your grandfather.” “Don’t let this hairpin again,” remarked the wife quietly, a3 she found one of those utensils hanging to his coat-collar, when ne came in from lodge meeting the other night.—Cincinnati Sat- t. {n oFrench railway-car—A gentleman re- marks toa lady sitting opposite: ‘Is tobacco disagreeable to your? ‘Not at all, sir” (the gentleman expresses satisfaction)—‘when it is. in the form of snuff,” continues the lady. “Why don’t you wear a ‘hush,’ ma?” asked alittle boy. ““A ‘hush! What is that my dear! I never heerd of such a thing.” “Why, yes you have ma? [asked Aunt Mary what inade her back stick out so, and she said: ‘Bush, my dear!” Busted—The agony column of a revent issue of the London 7imes_contuins the fotlowing: “From R.to L—: Your letters are destroyed, and you Lave nothing to fear from my fndis- cretion. Your rivg, etc., is ready packed, aud will be sent when opportunity’ offers or you choose to indicate a way. Your ‘ever? lasted five months, and I was a fool to expect it would be otherwise.” An editorial friend in New Hampshire sends this to Harper's Magazine: Some time ago an aged man who had just lost his wife came into our sanctum, and, with tears standing in his eyes eulogized the memory of the deceased, an asked us to record the’ death in our next issue. ‘And, said ne, “while you arc about it, make an item about one of my Brahma hens laying an ees measuring seven and a querter by eight and three-quarter inches in circumference.” ‘Thus suddenly our thoughts of sympathy were directed to the sterner realities of life. “Py,” observed a Danbury doy to his father, “what does Mr.. Pitkins and Julia find to talk about in the parlor by themselves, four hours a night every night in the week?" The old gen- tleman pulled'a splint out of the broom, and slowly prodding his teeth with it, replied—“ I ‘ota hunk of meat, yesterday, an’ we had it Botied for dinner, didn't wel” “Yes.” “An? had it cold for sunper?” “Yes.” “An’ sour ima tasted tt up_for. breakfast this morning, didn’t she?” “Yes.” “An” to-day I got an- other hunk, which is on the same road, ain’t ite? “Yes? “Well, that’s the way with Pitkins an’ your sister Julia.” —_————— BLACKBERRIES. ‘There are daisies in the meadows, ‘Tossing gaily discs of gold; ‘There is clover in the ehadow ‘Of the farmbousge low and old— Sweet white clover mixed with red bloom, ‘That the eunlight loves to kiss, And the honey-bee, witb Joud boom, On bis journey will not miss. But ‘mong all the trees or posies, Famed to breathe a perfumed rest, Whitest lilies, reddest roses, Cannot please me as the best, ‘Towards the woods I fain would wander When the evening sun was fow, And these aweet, still momenta squander, ‘As Tonce did, jong azo. Climbing over fences razced, With their thorns, clinging grasp, Wave the berry-bushes; jazged Stones they closely, firmly clasp. Black und red in clusters drooping, ‘Sweet and soar alike the fruit; One can reach it without stooping, Pluck from places ripe to suit, In the distance there are wheat-felds, Golden tassels, tall and slight; i And the reaper qnick his scythe wields ‘Through the long rows, brown and bright. Holding fast my luscious beauties, T would linger in the san, Free from irksome cares and auties, ‘Till the Summer day is done. But. with Memory stealing o'er me Ere J paase to turn away, While the busnes just before me In the coo! breeze gently sway, ‘There are saddening thoughts to borrow From a Past which Memory weaves, And pitying tears for old-time sorrow ‘Drop upon the rough, green leaves, Cmicaco, July. 1877. Daist Warre. A New Alr-Pistol. as Pall-Malt Gazette. - A patent has been recently granted to a well- known firearm maoutacturer in Gotha for an. {niproved air-pistol, which, it is said, is likely to be Iy adopted by the German army: Dot, indeed, for use on actual service, but as o means of instructing men in shooting. The advantages claimed for the new weapon over any pattern of airgun previously designed are simplicicy «in ennstruction and ease in manipulation. The number of separate parts in the pistol is very small; the parts are connected so firmly to- gether that the weapon is not likeiy to get out of order: and, even should it be injured, there would be uo cifieulty in repairing it. ‘The principle can easily be adapted to any of the Hrearms in use in the service, and tbis at very little cost; so that mea may be exercised in | shooting with weapons of the size, pattern, ind Weight ‘which they would have’ to use in the is ‘ THE GAME OF DRAUGHTS, Communications intended for this Departmen should be addressed to TuE Tutnusy aud indorse, **Checkers.” CIECKER-PLAYERS’ DIRECTORY. Atheneum, Nos, 63 and 65 Washington street. PROBLEM NO. 23. By Dr. W. M. Puncett, Terre Haute, Ind. End Game between Robert Martins and T. J. Forrest, Inscrited with regard to Prof. Martins. Black. « White. ‘White (fartins) to play and win, POSITION NO. 23. By Pauw. J. Autscnot, Chicago. Black men on 1, 5, 8, 18; Kings 23, 20, 32. White men on 17, 19, 27, 30; Kings on 7, 23. White to move and win. 10 CORRESPONDESTS. Henry Wutzler—Letter received. W. B. Fonville—Thanks for the information. J. G. Fairchild—Thanks for favors duly received. Phil J. Altschal—Solation and problem duly re= ceived, Thanke. Charles A. Chester—Those promised problems will be very welcome. George Conway—The solution should always ac- company problems intended for publication. W. E. Truax—Cnleas we are laboring under an optical delusion, 28—24 will win for whites at the: eixth more of yonr solatien tu Problem No. 20, as follows: 23—19, 6—1, 15—10, 2-6. 15, 23— 24*, 18. , 24-19, 15—24, 6-8. . White wins. D. W. Pomeroy—The numbers as stited by you would not forin Problem No. 20. The black places alcays occap ning that side of the board, bez with the emglt numbers. ‘The problem cannot be solyed by the line of play you suggest, a3 tho white kings have the move, and cannot be ‘‘cor- nered” in that position. ‘Send in your figures, please, CHECKEX ITEMS. Quibble No. 1.—Wyltie won't play until Yates pays him money that Wyllie never before ed Yates owed him. Next!—Cheleca Pubiic. A correspondent suagests that the players of this country raige $15 by suzscription for Me. Wylie. and thay remove the only known obstacle to-s mateh with Mr. Yares. Mr. J. W, Henson, of Newark, N. J., has taken np_ais residence in Chicago. We have not as yet had the pleasnee of meeting him across the board, bat are informed that he is a very strony player, and a gentleman whove ucquaitance our. luead players will be pleased to cultivate. On Saturday, the 16th inst., amove was made vy a few of the Giaszow dranght-players to Airdrie :¢ Dave a trial of skill with the Airdrieonians. Three players a side were enzaged in the formal match, each pair playing four eames. After a spiritid contest Airdrie proved victorious by three wing, the score standing: Airdrie, ve wins; Glaszow, two; while tlve games were drawn. —dirdrie Adcertlacr, During the pest week our attention was drawn to the report of urastch contested nearly sixty years ago. ‘The players hailed from Glasgow on the one hund, and from the united Parishes of Str: ren and Glassford on the other, and the proceedinss: icled in the Glasz.sw Herald of Fri- “Wednesday mine drangit they piuyed 114 games, the foriacr gained forty- gix and the latter thirty-five; the remainaer were drawn. "—Glasaow Herald. Our local playera were favored last week with a visit from two of our Western checker celebritic, Mr, Henry Hutzler, of Cincinnati, O., snd Mr. W. B. Fonvilte, of ‘Kankakee, Il, | Me. Hatiler arrived on Thursday eveninz, and Mr, Fonville on Saturday morning, byth intending to remain ual Monday or Tuesday, or long enouzh to give all of our semi-professionals an opportunity of being defeated. Thisis Mr. Hutzler's drst visit to our city; his reputation, however, has long preceded him, tne name being’s familiar bousebold word in alt checker circles throazhout the conntry: ‘The full individual scores made by_alj the players will appear in next Sunday's TerscNe. SOLUTIONS. SOLUTION TO PROBLEM Xo. 22. «See game No. 73 belo SOLUTION TO POSITION No. 26 | 30~10 Br-to fip~3 i-c |[s-9 | Prof. Martina ond Mr. Wi ‘erre Hante Ind. Denehie’s more. Playea, Denehie at 5 F 3=10 ar 26 {We wins, [Dr.Parcell {b) This resily nice and fostructive game’caze toa melancholy end through the anxiety of Mr. Denehie to harry up the draw, 18-23 is perfectly easy. OW a Be GAME NO, 79-SWITCHER. Arranged for Taz. SuNDar Taisuse by Prof. Frank A. Fitzpatrick, St. Lonis, Mo, 40-17 i-17 2 zt Ef badd Ins Hvel 13-15 (b) 1a—29 22-18 is—22 cS 2-15 26 (c)} 17—10 1-16 eae ey i ‘Wyllie and Magnex ate commer. Dri (a)—Thisisnow the same ss al mond’s ** Flora Temple.” (W)— 18-15 at th quentiy occurs 19 the (ey-Same an **. Pay page 2%, var, 13 at 7B mos cc FORGET NOT. =~ ‘orget not thia: that by the Lord Ee promeed, i His ee sats Never to forget us, or foirake: ; See ersed reed sbail He not break.” | Forget not this. f Forget not this: Tie loving hant Forces eaings over all the ands ‘ ‘The morn with heavenly food is white! The dews drop fatness in the night. 1 Forget not this, a Forget not this: that We alone ie Anewers the wanderer's weary tooan ‘Witn kind caress—with accents mild,, + ‘Welcomes his erting, sinning child, Forget not this. Forget not ‘this: O ne'er at all Let darkness on thy menor fall! retend- - at Kiloride, and after a keen contest, in“which tage gives as # position which fro- | "Second Duubls Corner." See.A. De®