Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, April 2, 1881, Page 12

12 THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE: APRIL 2, 188I—SIXTELN PAGES, THE WOME. Polly Phemtts Again Writes an In+ teresting Letter. How Brother Jo’s Poetical Effusions Woro Brought to Light. Mrs, Nreamer Quotes Several Eminent Authorities Regarding Loye aud Lovers. Morriaga and Intoxication Still Further Considered by the Conservative =” Mr, Scott. The Unhappy Experiences of n Man Who Kept House for Ou Eventful Day. Dangers of tho Card-Table—Spring Songs from Our Own Staff of Poets. A FAIRY WEDDING. Tho merry, sportive little elves ‘That in the greenwood dwell, In gossamer arrayed themselves, Atsound of muarringe-bell, A dainty fern-leat led tho way Through woodland, brake, and fon, To whoru a brook In lnughing play Glides through 1 narrow glen. And thore on moss-grown altar stood a\ tiny priest In red, ‘Woilo bride and groom in solemn mood Wore to cach uther wed. ‘The zephyrs played a wildwood alr, The fairies danced in glee, With waving locks of maiden hate, A sight most fale to avo. In boats of hazel-nuts they rowed, With oars of inserts’ wings, Adown tho curling waves that flowed, To where an Iyy clings Bo gracefully to rulns old OF castles where thole clan Had wooed and ebarnung stories told, Ag to tho wouds thoy rin. They raised tholr torches in the alr, And abed a witching glow On stones with trac’cy quaint and rare, Engraven tong azo, Whercon was spread n feaat of flowers; ‘And pearly drops at dew Were sipped in little ayivau bowers From cups of rasset hic. Tho fireflies, tna giddy maze, Preparad to do their part, ‘Diaphiyed in gold and the haze Welrd scones of migie art, ‘TIN to,tho rosy land of dreams Tho moonbenms fit them or, While all tho fr with fragrance teems Asdieg uway my sung. Ba CampneLh Sst, POLLY PHUEMUS. BROTHER JOW'S POETIY. Mo the Lilltor of The Chicago Tribune. Cricaco, March 20,—" Polly,” said Brother Joo to me at the dinner-table to-day, In the presences of tho two Misses Uninmon, who had dropped in to spead the day, and on the aldest of whom fhe occasionally casts a par- Veular eye, * Polly, do you suppose that all the heartaches and love-yearnings so wotnlly and graphically portrayed py Tis Trinuxe poets and poetesses aru real or fictitious?” “Q, real, of course,” exetaimed the two Misses Gammon in concert without even allowing me to put ina word in reply. “ynis, for Instance,” continued Brother Joe, pulling ont a newspaper clipping from his vest-pocket and fixing his eyeglasses more firmly upon his nose, Perlinps’ I tive not previously remarked that Brother Joo is 0 trifle nearsighted. Ie read tho following Ines, emphasizing them oy a few somewhat demonstrative gestires: ~D, my dear love, of all tha years and years ‘How can T let you go away from me Into the unknown world that hulds such fears, Far from my yeurning eyes that lool thro‘ tears Can Lnot hold you frain lifo's surging sent Hold you in these warm arms thut cling so fast ‘To tho fair bosom that doth throb with wo,— Hold you with tendee whispers of the past With kisses aweet; O, can this be the lst? ‘The world swims frum mo, O love, do tot go, “Tthink that ts just perfectly splendid!” Texclaimed earnestly, . “So nice,” simpered the eldest Miss Gam- mot, “So_ sweetly and_ simply senthnental,”” echoed the youngest Miss Gammon, “Mellaw as hot mush ina three-legged iron pot and passionate as the caress of 0 pours helfer,’ continued my exasperating rothor. “Joseph! I exelalmed almost angrily, 1s Isaw a crimson fiush inautle the face of our guests, “such coarseness Is unpardonable,” He laughed heartlly, One of Joe's laughs: always puts people who are present into good himor; one can with dltculty be long angry with him, “Do youknow,” ho refolued tn a moro serious tone, that 1 have no paticnes with the perpetrators of such stuit as this?” “Come! como!” L eried: impulsively, “1 will not listen to such detractions. rent- ly admire the writer of those verse Iknow she smust be sweet and good and beautifals there Is sumetiing in her poems that always minkes me fustinetively feel that she Is a trie Woman; hor intensity of expression is only the refirement of her art.” “Art, bosh! She is tn love, in love clear up te her ears with some fellow or other, and her passione outvourings wre the pent-up agzontes of asuffering heart. Why tell It to the worla? Why not tell {eto the rafters dn the attic, or whi pst It to the spiders behind the cellar door? Du you think Lwontd put such sacred thoughts ns these upon paper?” rulrtily, 1 you could,” Hsped the uldest Miss Gammon. i “Polly” inquired the youngest Miss Gam: mon with a playful sinile, “does your Brothah evah write poetry?” “Not auch, Mary Ann,” Interrupted Brother Jue, Allow we hero to explain that that was really the name of tho young Indy to whom Ais words were addressed, “ By the way,” Lremurked, “have a few yerses fn mind that I would like to repent to you, Tfound them aeeldontally the other day, and I bevaine so enthuslistie over them that L have aetually committed thom to mem- ae rother Joe looked at mo with a droll ex- Pression of inquisitive wonder, as 1 recited the following Hines entitled “The Romance of an Old Bachelor.” ‘Noeday, A messayo came to m0 From” May.” Once I scemed to see Her face. I felt tho wer blood tlow ‘Throuxhovory vein within my frame, T trembled aa'L read her namo, ‘The deathices love of loug age ’ Again passed through my goul, And beld mo tn control. Sho nestled yucu withia these arms Of nines How beautiful she wis—ber charms Divine! r Our faith, our hope, our very yes were ono Mut that ie done. Brother Joo luoked as if he were choking; ho was too much astonished te say & word, A continued: How strange! How strange! O wont y chanygel Tho troubled years buye wrought in ber falr 2 ft Her graceful form. her voice, her dwelting-pluco, ride, bike # river, lowed botween Our sundered fives, but could not bide Phe light that beamed wcross the tide. Wo barrier could intervene * Betwixt ber beurt and nine, Love was and Is divine! Atsbone and shines, furcver trom afar, ‘ Like an eternal start “Haven't we had enough, Polly?" sald Brother Juv faintly. “1 protest that such stutl fs too elily” for repetition, Isn't it, ladies?" he continued, turning to the two Misses Ganunon with a look of genulne anxtety and mortification, “ By no nieanth; ithth exquistt,” exclalmed the eldest Miss Gaimimon, with » radiant face aad an expression uf honest enthusiasin, Leontinued reciting: To-day 4 message came, “Ywas but a ling, That thuugh abo bore wnother name Mer heart was tine! Avil thon Liknew « Tunt love was true. ‘That pee se, uve was crusted, (but love bad wreck Mer setter " At this passivate polit Juscpl was seized with a-viotent fit of coughing. ‘The eldest Miss Gammon patted him gently on the back, and the touch of her tremulous fingors 60 electrified hint that I was enabled to proceed without further futerraplion: Ah, fife Is short und Jove Is long, It's hope ta sweet, ts fulth is strong; We live, We ulve Our hearte aways We waten and walt, from day to day, And Lite goes on. ‘The tlowera fade, the snowtlakes fall, ey KOON ATE ZONE, Aud death destroys hut ends not all. ‘The yours niay fly, ¢ Tho Friends wo know May droop and ato, Tiut love fa true, And every truth the world contains ty Honven remains Atthls moment Brother Joo sprang sud- denly to his feet, with face, neck, mal ears reday a ripe tomato, Tle looked at me as if undecided whether to Iau or be awettly guary. Is better natare prayallerd, he eae: Tyountt the table, bent down hls head 9 tending to kiss ine, and ng he did so hi savagely limy ear, “Polly, if yar? aly away? Pit never forgive you, Ladies, sald Iu a louder volee, TT have an engage ‘ent to meet aman at my oNlees peasy ¢ eugene,” He pulled his hat Ha a and Iinstened from the house, Tid not be: tray hig seeret. "Thy poem was one of hls compositions, written ti dead eatnest tov, to an old time of his whe lad {ited bin and anarried another man. While L was mend. ing his overeoat one day (1 sometinies really endeavor to be useful 2s well as ornamental the poem dropped out of tis pueket and appropriated Ht. [ expect some of my gene flemen adsnitrers will have to sifer tho con- sequences of brother Joe's displeasure, as he usually plays practteat Jokes upon them in retaliatlon tor every provocation LU give hin, Butafter ail Law proud of Joe, and U think sone of his love poems are quite equal to tho: most. passionate endeavors of Ella Wheeler, Owen Mf, Wilson, and Lata M. Wheadon, tt Jue only had the perseverance that Lave ho night Become the Dr, Holland of the West, Vouny PHEMvs, LOVE. SOME PACTS AUWOUT THE DISEASE, Ta the Ixtitor of The Chiengo Trivunt. Citeano, March 25,.—The old story that it fy love “that makes the world go round” finds confirmation in tha Insptred assertion that the Onmipotent Creator is Loye. All tho “creeds,” flery with damnation, find thelr annihilation in. the uninistakable words, “Love 1s tho fulfillment of the law.” ‘The world is full of sellishness, which ts tho progenitor of nll sing aarringe 13 made athing of convenlence and profit, tho result of which niust frequently be charged in tho ledger as lost, yet TL eannot eche the words of cynical, selfish Byron when ho said In his epitaph to his dog Boatswain: Oma, Thy love ts hist, thy friendship all n cheats Toy sinlles by pourisy, thy words deceit, Few heurts are so hard and selfish that they do not love some one, ‘The beautiful, loves of the poets all find thelr counterpartin the facts, which turn fice Hon pate with envy, Which of tho fair dolties are loveliest It Is dificult to tell. When wo seo tho rray-halred father lean Ing on tho arm of his proud and wanly son we take off our hat to parental love and filial love. When we seo tho serene. and happy woman with the clustering grand children around her, ov, younger still, with her own tittle ones tn her arms alght and dy, wo bend the Knee before the love of tnotherhood, + ‘The loves of brothers and sisters, like the sight of twin roses In Jane, iuico the here glad. And tho abiding love of heart whieh binds together fin strong friendship those who are under no obligation by r nslonal i nities many an oaals in the great desert of Ife. But the most beantitul, nearest akin to the Infinit,—when free from the dross of passion and spiritualized,—is the love thut nukes two who were a short thie before strangers to eneh other One flesh and one gulrit.” There is no other love whieh will enduro somneh ant hear so mic. F Delty has distinguished it with benedic- ONS, Fietion and poetry have exhausted thelr art in deseribing fi, and yet tho halt has never been told, Llifnself compared it to Ilis own love for His beloved children on eurth. ‘The finest works of the most brilliant nuthiots. hnve been thelr apostrophes to wee ded love. Dickens has swayed the greitt heart of the taco ut his willy but never so potently as when he pictured the love which menus fuar- ringe, and never so wildly as whon he drags Us against our will to witness the fst scene in the life of Naney, whose only marriage with Bl Sikes was the complete consecra- tlon of herself to hin, ant the love which lavished upon him the tenderest caresses while his ernel blows wore striking out her if. ‘Shat Shakspeare belleved in woman with intelluet as keen, with spirit to commund as well, with ablilty to execute as nobly, und nerve equal to any emergency as was the possession of any miusculine “hero, bs evi- deneed by all lly writings; but that he ¢s- teems tho woman in loyo the most hight esuited Is ulso evident, Vortiv’s keen tntel- Teetuality and brave daring in defense of An- tonlo robbed her of none of her beautiful womnuliness, which speaks out when she says to La: You sve mo, Lard Bassanlo, where I stand, Such us Pai; though for myself atone J would not bo ambitious it my wish, ‘Yo wish mysct! much bettors but for fe" T would bo trebted twenty thes myself; A thousand tines moro flr; ten thousand times more rich; ‘That only to stand high ou your account, Linignt In virtues, beautied Hvings, fricuda, Exevod nvcounts but the full sum of mo Is sum of something; whiod to torm fa gross Js an untessoned girl, unsehooled, unpracticed, Tlappy in thi, sho fy not yet go old Hut sho muy Jearn: hanpiee than this, Bho [3 unt bred go dull but she can learn; Happlost of alt ts, that her gentle spirit Commite Itselt to yours to bo directed, As from hor lord, ber governor, her King. Moore brings an angel down from Heaven who falls tn love with a beautiful womnn, and says ot his pursuit of and love fur an- gutle Leas Nor wis it long, cre by her sido Tround myselt, whato happy day Liat’ ainy to words, whogu music vie With our own Lden’s soraph nya, When seraph lays are warused by love, Mut, wantlog that, far, far nbovel And lookfag into eyes Where, blue And beautiCul, ke skiow sven through ‘The sleeping wave, for mo there shone A heaven more worship'd than iy own, On whut, while T could hear and seo Bueh words ani fouks, was heay'n to m0? Though gross the alr on curth I drew, “twa blussdd while she brenthed It toot Thouxh dark tho tlow'rs, though din tho sky, Love lent thot Hight whllo sho was nigh, ‘Throughout creation L but knw ‘Two sepurate worlds—tho une, that small, Reloved, und consecrated spot Where Len was—tho othor, alt ‘Tho dull, wide waste where ake was not} Jt ls impossitle to pay a just tribute to Pillip’s cuduring love for Anniy, or to An nie, when, in answor to Philip's declaration of Jove, she says: ; “You have becn a8 God's yood angel in our OUT, God bless you for it, God rownrd you for It, Tbiitp, with something happier ttinn mysult, Can oly love twlon? Can you be ever toyed Enoch wis? What iy le that you ask?" {aim content,” bo answered, *to bu loved A little after Enoch,” * 0," abo crled, red wa It wore dear Philip, walt a whito, If Enoch comes,"—"But Enoch will wot come" — ‘et walt u your; & your is not su long, Surely J ehutl bo wider ina your, O, walt 4 little, Poilipy” sadly whe sald, *Annfe, av E Mave walted all my Ifo, J will, may walt a little.” Nay." suo oried, * Lat bounds you hive my promfaa; tn years Witt you not bide your year ag f blde mine? And Philip answered, T will bide iy your." Nothing was ever written nore purely, beautiful, and spiritual, and more passion nteby-loving than Poo's poo to Helen, seen for the first thie at midnight wandering through a moonlit garden of rosea, Wna It not Fato that, on this July midnight— Was ft not Pate (whose nuino fa also sorrow), ‘Tht bude me pause before that warden-gato, Yo breathe the incense of those slumbering rosea? . No foovstep stirred; tha hated world all slept, Suve only thee aud ino. (Uh, Heaven! Ob, God! How my huurt beats in coupling those two words!) BaVe only you and me. ‘Tho pearly lustre of the moon went out: ‘ho yory roucs’ odors Died tn the arms of tho adoring airs. All—ail oxpired suve thoe,—save lesa than thou; Bave only the divine light In thin oyva— Save but the soul in thing uplifted eyes. Taaw but theim,—they were the world to mo. Only thine oyes remained. They would not ku,—thuy never yet baye gone, nt loft we Gis toy boves have) ainag, mets lead ae through the iyantnistess, fs to ten My duty, tu be wave! Ibisevrdent thatthe & Pare? waleh brought Y (hei together Wits surrew tu tiem both. dn # written by “Tielon” after Voo's The Bay's ‘Khow wort my destiny: thy song, thy fame, The wild onchantnonta clustering round thy anime Wore my sout's herltage,—its regal dower; Its wlory, and Its lengdon, and ite powe ee believe that fn Unt “hollow vale” Where thy soul lingers, waiting to attiin Ho much of Heaven's sweet grace os shall avail ‘To Wft {ta tntrden of remorseful palny My aout shat meet thor, aud its heaven forewa, WH Gods great lave on both oie hope, ono Meaven bestow, From the sad sublimtty of Poo's nnd Jteten's love we will turn to the happiness of a pair of rustle toverg, astep notso lone ag itmay geome; forthe quality of love ly not deter inined bs. the rank, either soctat or intel: ait, of the lover, ‘The essential parts of ‘lixit, love, are tunsellishness The aduraments and favor be ndded to this heavenly king: i but the gilded mounting; the price m has but these Ingepurable, necessary qualitles,—sei-conseeration and constint for- Kel fiiness of self, Love created us, possible for us to us tlesh envell. Butlove never comes with blessing to seliish honrt; it never consents to minister to wself-worshiper, 'Phose who wish to en- Joy the pleasures of love, but refuse to ty pon her tar the full, aud willing, aud com yiute sneritive of self, will never receive one joy love hus to gly a Mus. M. 1L Knmasen, MARRIAGH AND DRINK, FURENER REMARKS BY MR. SCOTT, Ta the Bator of The Chleago ‘Tribune, Citcaaa, March Agatu I nm impelled to saya word or two, for to any one nt all peace-loving, and 1 confess to belng slightly so with all ny acrimony, “ Household Nou- ently” is the plensantest kind of an antag- onfst. We have arrived ata partial fraternal ty of sentiment already,—a mutual dislike to being called an optimist, a mutual repro: bation of marriage as it is inthe majority of enses, to the causes of unhappy marriages, “Hasty, {mprudent, unequal marriages,” writes Household Nonentity, “ bringcortain unhap: piness’? L heard of one case where the par tles wore engaged soven years, knew each other tharotustites it knowledge of human nature is_pusstble, whieh | nimost doubt. ‘The lover was as ardent and fmportunate ag lover coutd be, and a faw months after mar rlage the pair were divorced, Lam inclined to. believe hasty marriages fully as safe ns the deliberate Kind. have seen prodent marriages by tho score, for prudence, espactnily of a worldly, financial kind, fs avirtue In which we Americans 6: cel. Lthink marches asa rule are tolerably equal, so haste and Imprudenee do not In- duce all the evil, Aa, nol far more fs It due tothe notion that every man and word must marry whether or ne. Every man and woman mitist, perlors y hig or ter hand wt an art wileh is the highest, the sublimest In litnman Ife, ona requiring the purest ideal, the most nnerring perception, the grontos! mieasure of nbillty, the most perfect Individl- wal character; the aim fsa more diflicult one than that which the artist, tho painter, poot, or musielan has set before hin. Eneh o these has na fair chanes of securing tho de- gree ot hurmony he aspires to, but tho com- plote harmony of two Joined as, Who cin secure that? Pity that the old Spartan stand- ard ng to who were really fit to live could not bo apptled to these thousands of silent ahndidates foramnteimony | Who are really fit te be married? Does it require rare pros phetle power to predict tho result of many of the marriages we sev entered tuto? “Phare Is where reform should be brought into netion.” Doubtless, But Lam the last person in the world to seck to enlist inany reform whatsoever; observing for years tho vartous public and private attempts at tt, am couvinced of thelr utter futility, and would not waste effort and vitality in way sueh Quixotic way, After the moral paticnt, the unwilling recipient of any species of re- form ts tngged, pushed, conxed up the hill of abetter Ife, ho detlburately rolls back down the hill as soon as the protecting arm ly re- moved or the exhorting volee stops to take breath, have seen iustanee after tne stance of this sort of failure, heart-breaking failure, and Chave had two or three teavenly: experiences inyself that suflles for a life. tine, More ticactons than the praying over, arguments, persunsions, sau reason Ing of the temperance reformers would bo. the sinnliest atam of self-respect, manliness, wild in the drunkard; he ds, inant festl dest} tute of these saving qualities, Well, then, let sockuls fnstead, of dawdling and: Allin the alr with Jamentations, put It out of the power of tinbeciles to obtain Hauor In any: shape. ‘That would settle the business, and cutting the Knot Is better than trying to wn tie Ht, especlally when the Devil bhuself has put all his pet twists into ltto battle the plous, © Urge our young people to vol such de basing, miserable unlons?” Not I An Alpine donkey, a fean burra, Is not more stubborn than our average young person of either sex. Say don't” ‘to them and they inyarlably do, rather more quickly, too, than thoy at first Intended; so thy ovit is but pres elpftated. Whatever you many: aay to a wirl about the vices of her Jutonded but endoars hin to her, for sho looks forward to tho bilss+ ful task of, yefornlng him, and oven dns yis- fons of falling on her knees, ina becom attitude, in) some lager-beer saloon, Une falthful? He would notbe unfaithful to her, ‘To say anything to an enthusiastic youth ngalust lls Indy-love would be even more uns piensnnt and less effectual, The impertinent nterference of friands, ete, ete, No, wo are not called upon in life te do nore than reform one, und the ignoble fail- ure we inake of that fn most cases Ieads to this oMteions zeal tn benall of our neighbors, If a man does not drink, sinoke, embezzie, harass hls debtors, defraud his creditors, or torment any woinan out of her senses, lie 1s doing pretty well, and it has taken a deal of selt-tramtng to bring him wp to that point, Ifa woman has so fur progressed as not to Jove dress better than anything in Heaven or on earth, ahe fy approximating eraduatly to that su barloe Intellectuatity: which the wo- man-sifragists elalin for her, Itis entirely too gratifying to the sulf-love of the sluner, the reprobate, to know of all these eltorts at conversion, at reform, that the Chureh, and the reform movement, and the anmtour saints in all directions are fran deally making for hin, fhe fult that they: would couplucently let him go to the doss if ho wanted to, he might change his mind; and I he felt thnt all thelr Interest, thelr love, thoir, helpfulness was for the pout an worthy, he might speedily get Ured of re- imaluing outside the pale of deeoney wid ely- ilization, Gunanp E. Scorn, and love alone makes it livo here, and love makes = MN. DOBBS. Mow WE KEPT MULSE, To the Editor of The Chlcugo dribune, Frerrout, UL, March %.—I am a great adinirer of ‘The Home, but 1 have never vontured to aspire to a pluce in Its column, Hearing a story concerning a friend of imtne the other day, and thinking ft might amuse the rendors of ‘The Home, i concluded to run the risk of betng consigned to the eternal oblivion of the waste-busket mnd send its “T don't seo how it ts, Marla,” said Dobbs the other evening, as he tilted his chalr back and planted hits feet on tho mantel-plece In tho mannor dear to the heurtof the average iin, “that you women are always growllng about. ype work, and yet what hive you to do? Wash 9 few dishes, sweep u little, cook atow meals, and that's about all, Vd just itke to ry my hand at housekeeping. Pil bet Leonid give youn few points In’ dotug housawork.”” “Ol, you could?” sald Mra. Dobba ma- Nelously, “Well, you shall have a chance to alr your Knowledge, Grace sent in word to- day that mother was very dick and wanted to seemed, So fshall go out home to-morrow and willremainaliday, You can keep housa while Pm gone. There ts bread ta bake, and the kitchen floor to scrub, and of course yow ll have supper ready when I come home,” AML rhgttt,”? sald Dobbs gleefully, “And you'll see some of the nicest broad that you Pa a your eyes on, Aly lear mother used 10 DAKE" dlrs, D, suddenly left the room, ‘The next morning Mrs, Dobbs departed, leaving Dobbs sole monarch of all he sut- veyed. ‘The first thing be did was to banish the children to the gurret, where he left thom tothelr own devices for amusement, ‘Then he ft the mllk-pall and went out to the barn whisthug mersily, He got the stool, fixed the cow Ing position ta suit hla, and began to milk, but alas, he had fast got the pall full when that cow twitched yound and upset the pail, sending the lacteal Quld in every direc- lon, Dubbs jumped up, and the way he waltzed round In front of that cow, and shook hig fist in her face. and culled her an old reprobate, was a caution, ‘Then, havin exhuusted hla Ire be vicked up the pail an Jett the baru in dlygust, Going back to the kitchon, Dobbs determined to get the bread out of the way tho tirst thing. ‘The yeast bad run over the pan on the dor, but he got a spoon and scraped It all up, an put It back ta the pan, ‘Then he emptied nearly half u sack of Hour la, put tu a huge Woe ditter considerably, however, as, handfuloC salt, and stirred the mixture up with astlete HL te formed vsti dough; then tipping tho mass anton. the tape, ie ‘rolled Up his stveves ant began to knead. Dobbs Didtoften heard his dear nfyther aay that Dread should be well kneaded, and he deters rnlued to knead that browt thoroughly if took all simmer. Warming up with his work, he pished his sleeves hicher, spit on his hands, and salled in ‘The table ereaked and shook at every jolt, the sweat eame out on Dobbs’ noble brow,—yet sull he kneaded, In the infdst of his labors tho door-bell rang. Dobbs smoothed down his sleeves, wiped his hands on the basement of hts pants, and went to the door—to tind a book-agent there, Dobbs tiereely declared te dln’ want any hooks, and scowled so feroclously that the young man hastily withdraw. Butitseemed ny though all theagents and peddlers In town had deelded to calt at the Dobbs manston on that particular morning, Every five miles tho bell rang, HH at last Dobbs vewed he wouldi’t open that door agatn that day, | He got ius bread jnto the pans at last, ‘To be sure, tha Jonves looked rather grimy and streaky,—for 1 clove, ta say that Dobbs wholly neglected to wash his hands before commencing operations,—but then he thought “Tt will look all right after it’s baled "3 so, digging hie tingers inte the top of enelt lont by way of ornament, Dobbs put thei In the oven, and then proceeded to make a fire, Then he took a smoke. Then he attacked the breakfastdishes, After spendiag hale an hour In wondering whore dn thier Marin kept her dtshelath ¢ fhrally fished ar old sock ort of tho eloset, and tunda ft duty as disheloth, But why harrow thot Inga of wy readers by deseribing how he wished those dishes, holding the disheloth atarnvs-length between his thitinb and fn fet. He got them washed at last, selzed the room, and begat to whirl the dirt aromnd the tloor, under the hopression, that he was sweeping, ‘Then he looked at his bread, but tnstend of rising high mut brown, a3 le ex pected, It was running over tha sides of the [ante Ina despondent sort of way. Looks Ind of sicklst,? muttered Dobbs, Jamming his thumb inte a loaf to seu if It was done, Just then the door-bell rang. Now, Dobbs wasn't in a very amiable frame of inind just then; he was fust tn the moud to bite some. body's head off. | Another blank blanked agent.” he hissed, as he praneed out Into the: Halland enught a gilnpse of a white shirt through tho keyhole, Prtting lifs mouth to that aperture, Dobbs yelled: Now you can fut take yourself off, for [I'll bo blowed if “HE open ‘the door, TL want you to wiler- stand that [don’t want no books, no sewing: machines, no lightning-rods, no thhiware, no patent corn extormiuators, nor nething.” “TL have ealled,” began n solemn voley out. alde, “with a book’? I don't want auy books,” shrivked Dobbs; ‘un’ If you ever come round here again vit pinch pour hend and knock you clear Into the middle of noxt week.” ‘Tho visitor departed, and Dob chuckled at the summary way In which he had got rid of tho pesky agent, when the children eame tumbling downstairs, Oh, pa, the now minister was nt the door just nows did't he eome in? He promised nin fast Sunday that he'd come over and bring her a book ‘she wanted to read that was in the ibrar “Great Scott!” elnculated Dobbs, as he thought of tho tirade he had addressed to that reverend gentleman. It was now nearly noon, go Dobbs prepare dinner, consisting prineipally, of preserves and sardines, and then he lad down on tho Jounge to take a quiet sinoke, "Vd Just Hke Maria’ to seo me now,” he thought, tri- wnphantly, “Tow smoothly everytilang goes, to be suro’— Lis reverie was sud- denly interrupted by a shri! seream from the children. ‘Thoinas John lind ctit his finger on the carving-knlfe, At the sight of bleod ali Dobbs? -eontrol left him. He rushed frantieally round the room, trylng to findarag.to tie the finger up. Pulling to find one In the comb-exse, or behind the door, or under the tounge, he stood giaring holplest t tho blood streaming on the floor, re’s yogs up ta mia’s bityo,” said tyeur-old Kitty, and Dobbs dashed ttp-stalrs and pulled each drawer out of the bureat successively, and emptied tts contents on the flour, but he eouldi’t find any rugs, so in sheer desporation ho grabbed a sheet (to his exelted Inagination that burent held nothing but sheets) and started, Being in such nhiurry he ssipped ona plecoof apulo- skin at tho head of tho stairs, ils fect flew out like fierce, wild things, wand then there wasn vision of a pulr of willy gesticulating legs inadly eaveering down the stiles, the sheal unfolded Ikea banner and graceful vated around the auhkappy man’s head. Picking himself up, Dobb's fereely denuded ofthe glegting clildren what thoy saw to Japgh at, ‘Then he timped in the dining: you, ANd Juld eenshion on achilr ero he sat down, and tore a strip off the sheet for ‘Thouns John’s finger, But thie was get- ting on and tho serubbing was to be done. Dobbs carrled all the tables and ehalrs ont in the hall, put the hose on the faucet and turned a streant of wateroverthe floor, ‘Then he got the broom and swished the water rou a little, —""zuessed the floor wits clean enough, ?—and then communed with himself as to what he should do with all the water on theflooe, * Finally a bright thought struck hin, Ne knocked t knot ontot one of the boards in the tor and Tot tho water rin down the hole, “There,” Dubbs murmured ahnirhily, os he stood wateling the water guraling down, “how these benishted women will spend thelr thie wiplug up the water with a little rug when all they’ye got todo ty to let it run down some hole,” and, sublimely unconscions of the fnet that Mrs, Dobb's mitk and butter was ona shelf Jn tha gellar directly benenth that knot-hole, Dobbs peran to get supper ready, dispatching Thomas John for some steak, Dabbs peeled some potatoes, and sucevciled in cutting hls Hngers six diferent times. “ [should sintle if we diti’t havea boss supper to-night, my son,” sald Dobbs when ‘Thomas got back, “It takes your father to know low to cook ateak properly; the main thing 13 to have your grenaestuoking hat,” So Dobbs poured dome lard in the frylng-pan and inde It sioking hot; but the iF Ise Hputtorad out on the stove and caught tires then the tlie Tenped tn the pn and the room filed with stoke, Dobbs rushed to the door and shouted, “Fire! “Fire! Then he rushed back and flared ut the stove, caught hald of his front hair, and ttted Iinusolf off hls fevt in his exeltement, ‘Then hw tried ta pull the pan of the stove, and burnt his fine rors, With ahowl of raze he dropped the Tying-pau on thy teay, nul began to uxecuty a wardines round the room that would have made a Pluty shed teas of envy. ‘Then Dobbs clapped his finger and ditmb fy his month Blank tho blink: blank thing to Dinnkatlon,” he roared. ‘Che colfeo bollud over, the potatoes began to burn, the children crawled undor the tabla outed the way of their futher’s fovt, and In the nidst of all in watked Mra. Dobbs," Why, whint’s the matter?” sheerled, Dobbs managed to cool down enough to oxplaln, and then Afrs. Dobbs laughed ull she erled. Oh qu, eu but bi never Tuugh,” sifd Dobbs gloom tonel that stove agai” 8. D, wont over and looked at the bread. “Why, what alls our bread, Dobbs?” tonching a fingor ton loaf rather gingerly, Dobbs seratched his head and biluked ‘savagely at the loaves, “Dont knows guess Eo didn't get enone salt in? “Dit you have a good fire?” sha asked. “Oh, yes," Ned Dobbs. What's the matter with your nasa?” sho went on, “Te fell down-stalrs,” erled ‘Thomas Jolin Dobbs went and got his bat, and loft the house, vowhis that ho would never, never Interfere In Woinan’s splwre as long as ho lived, ENpyation, THD CARD-TABLE, ITA RESULTH, ‘To the Editur of The Chicago Tribune, Runzy, 1, Marob 27.—Fathors and moth: orsof ‘The Hone are you sitting to-day, In your sorrow, dreamlug of the mad antics of awn wbaent und wayward son? Arve you praying for the prodigal’s return from the husks of tho world to the comforts and pleasures ance enjoyed ? Why doos he wander, why docs he roam, What pleaurg hus tho world, nut found at bis ome, Why seeks he, tho buunts of iniquity and vin, Where the wine-gluss ia monarch, and debuuch> erles Lewin; Wherg fsa tho sole winner at fortune'’s grim whee! And thousands aro lost at a vinglo deal? Why Ia he there? Ayel ts it not the re sult of his early training? From away back in the years that have gong, comes there nor tu-day the remembrance of & parlor scene, whose memories often coins tip like ashected whost before you? You littls thought then of tho result. You litle thought when you opened the door to yaur parlor and allowed the social gluss to cntur there that you were placing your boy dna positton where he coukd Hot wantully and consistently refuse todrink when invited by your guest, upon the following day, You fttle thought when you Introduced the card-table that your nine hitious boys would seek the champlonship of profesuluitals when thoy had mustered the social sut. Do you deny the assertion? Do you say, “Allow your children these amusements ut home, aud they will nut ask then abrowd.? If so, Treply: Edueute the hand, and with the ambitions there Is danger. A pour mnusielan will be contented to fiddle at hone und alone da the old garret; but an Ole Bull can ho sntistled only with tho applause of the multitude, Bat, laying aside theory, Ko with mo for a time into the world of reality. (lo with ime, Ifyou please, fate any of our saloons or Western hotela, places where our young men of to-day are apt to congremae. ‘The young man who knows nothlag of Une use of cards or dica stands by the table where fortunes are being lost nnd won; but the Vinsstery to bm. and his no power bhine But let the young man who: knows ho is a master of the soctal set wander by. eo has striven hard to solve the financial problum of. Ife and win Fortune’s sintles, but tins met) with only and frawns, Me sees before lun eveted hoards of giitterhug wealth. It Is changing hinds, und he knows ho is master of the game by whieh itis exehanged. His viethns of the soclat table are making use of thelr knowledge ond ving ip ense and Wx- wry; Mlother means have failed himy he is out ot employment, tna strange elty, wand every avenue seoms closed faults him, Do you Wonder that he sleltis? “Do you wonder hatin tha excitement of tho Hour, he for- gets tho moral lessons of hig youth, and, sum: mong to his ald his zreatest knowledge of the nine, stakes hls tast dollar? Tdo not say that every young man would ylold, but Lo say that no ane can measure that. drawa him on, or compare it the powe with that which an fgnoranee of the game exurts; aud while some may scoil at my posl- tlon, anil say that any young man of charne ter could resist, Lanswer, "Those onty Jest at sears who never felt wound.” It is much oasier to bean Adonis ti theory than I fnet. "itis ouportunlty, and not nature that imnkes the thief? and ft is an eduen hand and a heart wild with momentary ex- eltoment that makes the gambler of “your hoy. Panse, then, parents, ere you educate the hand, for oppurtunity cat more easily? work tho rest, If your boy becomes a gambler, or a drunkard, let it nat ba you who gave the opportuntty for hits fall; But Tot It bo tho re- sult of his own folly. that in the huguage of Eugland’s greatest poet his meditations may a “So few i Tull fledgod onyte, stretched upon he pint, No mora Throwtzh rolling clouds to roar again, Views his own fenthor in tho faint dart, That winued the suate that qulvars In tho heart. Though keon his pings, yot leoner far to feel, Mo nursed the pluton that Impeliod tt M. IL Us OUR OWN BARDS, DEAD, Hope and life he mocked na lics, And hold ns dust and elay, Aud tortured death aud dylog erles Ag parts of tragie plus. Dut bonest mon In dungeon minos, And under bloody sod, Are more than Russia's crowndd Iino ‘Yo peoples and to God. WOUD, Tender girls tu feton tomb adn fey’ pri nell Have iny And Is tt Deter urles of tortured donth, or wishing tu be tree, ‘Are somethtig more thin palndd breath Or drenmer’s pity-plen, Purple robes In rebbor marta Aro lost! ight in mame, But hops and trath und anguished hearts Aro now and aye the sume, Pity mourns the mangled clay Pon hia paluee bed, But mourneth more tho bitter day: ‘Tho erown wis on bis hod, Toye and denth ‘neath polar akles: Haye borne his curses weary years, ‘Thy the has euie, and love replies ‘With thunderbolt aud tours, WORIAN ARCANE, TWENTY-TWO, Told tho mirror of the years Up befare thy happy oyos!— Glussing smiles and wluasing tons, Gtasving Joys and wlassing algtis. De tho vetlox kind nnd clear; No the blurs ind sorrows fow; In tho futuro that ts near Fower yet for ‘Twonty-two. Durns thy lamp of goodness clear? Is thy page of knowledge full? H Is thy aspiration near Tes tultliment beautiful? Be itso, Mora stonity yet Lenp tha fame, more warin, more true; Drink of knowlede deoper yut, In thy hours of Syanty-two. Givo thy faneles froer range: thy humor to thy aye, , bright, and prone to ebange, ahs the fori of the mlrige, ‘But high and gloriots us birds, Moltuiy on the skyuy view, Ive thy thoughts and be thy words In the day of Twenty-tie, Abt What bonedictions gush, Crowd upon the wilitng bratnt Veowalnig's pon Fortune's brush, eo COM mike thele meaning plata, Te stow eweot winds of Fate, Softer than ye over bluw, Jlow—und bear Love's golden freight To the maid of ‘Twenty-two, “ Push tho growling fantoms down, Bld then strike at otber proy; Care, with terror in hls frown, Envy, ilding trom the days Hate, with nightstdy tn hls hands rief, whoru face sho nover kuew— Ne her uky with ratnbows spanned, All tho days of ‘I'wenty-twa."" . cc. P, 18 THIS ALL? Tn a little low cot by the son, Close nestling under the loa Of the grand old hitls on tho Highland shore, Woore the broukers toss, and fou, and roar, Snot a mother alone with ber ebltd, ‘The lamp burngd fow, and her tngors flew, As aho darned tho stockings through ond through; And sho hurmmed to heradif a aimple tune Sho had learned fu the days of ber mafien bloom, Sitting alone In the cottago thore, Rovking a cradle with chargo so falr, Ruikdhy a future go grand for her boy, With nover a storm tur a rocky sbores And tho moonbeums sprang through tho wine dow pitta, And playe with ber boy azuln and agains And thoericket chirped his chourtul tune Ag ano sat in the tight of the wrowlng moon, ‘The mother’s thoughts were fur way Where the morning of childbood bad grown into oY nena er ox wasiman, with a mun's nobla righ ‘Yo copy for himself, with tho world to fight, ‘The days cme and wont, aud tha wooks Huw by, And the tnonths into years—how quiukly they yt And tho babo toa man's full stuture prone Allg mother’s son; ber own! her awn ‘Tho wrinklea were gathering round her brow; ior tir was becoming like drifted snow; And tho yours tow on ln tholr censuloss round, With nover a dur nor a slugte sound, And the angel Death was bovoring low Qvern cot with a miussige of Wor A nothor away from her son to tent, ‘Vo loavo but the broken loart-stringe there. Away o'er tho hills the moon went downs Away on cternity’s awfal rounds Away In the future where God knows beat, a\way Where tho weury onos Kid thoirrest, ‘The angel Death on bis pinluns bore: Tho angel mother on $0 tho shore Where the future's the prasvut-tho past ig furgnt aso thu of trial ln a happler lot, to the hills a funeral teat idea tw wily through the splashing rain, Atl the wot, chuoriess night was Ntting end ito wduy so andly bona. A motuer, 0 son, and the Angel of Dent! A wleb wad w hope, then tack of brouthy A sud, sad train aud 4 funeral pall OF our hopes sud Wishos, ty this the ail? ‘THEO, 8. CONOVER, 4 THE GNVECTED GUEST, Draw closely the shutters, put coal on the gratot Hut hark! did t bear then tho click of the gato And footateps approaching? Now turn on the hs, Aud #00 that no guest Nuds admiasion to-night. ‘There ts one Lbave looked for, but tong he has atuyad, ‘TUL LE boped that bis coming might still bo doe layed; Bue to-night iny heart whispers that now hols hour, ‘That his step on the threshold I shortly shall ours Bodraw tho biinds closcly, tho doorway guard woll, . 5 Nor fall tho first sound of his coruing to tell. Now sit bore beside me, and toll ma of Him Who once died for sinners, The Hyht burns so dus ‘That 1 searcoly can ace; have you left mo alonc? Then lay your warm Mayers once more on my owl. You think He ts comming, {9 oven now near? ‘Toon kuvel by wy Vedelde, und pour lu wy car A prayer Rad tho or tho ping, “O life Is 80 swoot, fect. Yow say [must look not beforo, but above— Must trust ly your God—Goil of morey and [nve? Pray, pray. He fs coming. Lseel His cold breathy But gone ta my terror, and plensant t4 death, Vor though Ho [a nent me, 14 cloxa we my side, Botweun tis stands Ile who was ond ceuvitterd, MACQUITA, SPEAKING ABOUT CATS. Some Fragments fro Whie n Prize. New Yorks Times, Mr. GB, Bumell, who has a ent-show at hls niiseum, coner of Broadway and Ninth- street, offered before tho openlig pf tho show, prize for the best essay on ents, ‘The result is that Me. ° Bunn with povtle, com! fusions frou nl parts of the country, A fo- mints essayist treaty of the subject at erent length, She says that the old Egyptinns worshiped enta, When the fanilly ent died a tntural death {ho members of the household shaved tholr eyebrows In sorrow. ‘Che body was ambatiied and) buried In aspot conse erated to ents. ‘Choy wero never killed | the Euypllans, and a Roman, who accident exused the death of nent, was set upon li ant infurinted mob aud saerlticed to their fury. The Roman’s using and foriner nddregs ure fa office ts now flooded withheld out of respect to his family. ‘Tho: aul event cast n gloom oyer tha antire com- munity. ‘There are some ettrious supurstitlons cone nected with the eat, recording to this yearn. er for Me. Bunnoll's, prize. When the ent washes Itgolf Itisa ajenaf good wenthers whon it Heks itselffngalnst the gran, or washes {ts face over ent, or aite with ie tail to the fire, the whether will be bad, Hf there is to ben wedding inthe house, the bride may consider horsolf very fortinntte Fe the eat sue the day before, “Tn Bayatia eat of red, white, ant blac wed n fire eal, and in some vilinges stich eats are thrown in the ames of a burning house fustead of water to quench the ftames, A posed that their presence ina house will pre- vent fev When Anerien wis discovered ho eats were found here, not even wild one ‘The Amerienn cats are descendants of those brought over from Etrupe by the first set- rH. A “New York journalist? who is also ansious for the prize, sends an essuy of ex. netly 1,000 words, ‘Pho orlgin of hotse eats, he says, is obseure. ‘This is undoubtedly trae Inimany en: Arnb legends trace tho eut back to Noah’s unk, where, rungs,, [twas sneezed trom a Hon's nostrils, Jus known history dates back 3,558 yes, or 1,088 yeurs before th. Christainern. [tiga native of Egypt, and was, thors held sacred 13. In Greek annals the first recorded es belong ‘Theocritus, ‘The white- casted murten’preceded It usa mouse-klller. Ju Rome and auclont Britain eats wero rare, Vilny mantions thom, and the Civsars painted thonton thelrbanners. Inthe Middle Ages they werg hold ns emblems of sorcery and witeh- eraft, St Dominic duserlbes the ent asan tneanny aninal, whose form the Devil often assed. Eds related that) an architect in- yoked Satan’s ald to build a brid Satan consented on eonditlon that thy first who crosseil It should forfeit hls soul, The aredle tect sent aver a ent, whielt seratehed the Devils face. In Germany black cats are kept fronvehtdren as evil omens, and their appearance tn sickness denotes death, ‘Tho cuts from the Islaef Malia, Russia, Japan, Turkey, Sicily, and Mexico nll possess ue fuatures of the auclent Egyptian breed, A Schenectady essayist suys that reference is mate to tho eat in Sanskrit weilhigs 2,000 veurs old, ai still more nnclent records of It ure to be found in the monumental figures and eat nionsnles of Egypt. | The gloved eat of Nubia (Fells SULTING, which also i h ly DRATS WA LINMINY, Nppronehes most near! size and in the tnperiine fort of the tail to tho domestic eat, ‘The difiteulty of revozuiz- ing this ancestor in avy single wild species has Jed many naturalists ty the conelusion that the common eat (Fells domestlen) fs the product of many crossings or spreles coms mingled, In eountry districts speelnenta of the domestle eat that run wikl aro by no Weans tieomman, aud having once tasted wild f tis afterward indifferent to rats but there are tow annals more dee structlye to poultry and game, ‘Tho ohl Latin pe rb, “Cotels nuiat pisees sel qtos introre recnsat” (the cat likes tish, but don't ike to xo inthe water), Is hardly correct, 18 cats have frequently been -known to oyercomo’ thelr uversion to water inorder to gratifiy thelr taste for fish, A poor student in the Connecticut Titer- ary bustitutlon at SumMeld, Conn, who ts working his way through call sents short essay ane weent letter asking the commnittes to“ Plense let ine know at ones eonverning the prizes? ‘Tho essay fs as fale lows: “The eat isn domestic autinal, Sho isthe smallestof tha fnily of the great ent tribe, This tribe consprises the lion, tiger, panther, nnd other flerea auimals, but the tuiaehold ent Is a vory domestic crenture.”? A young iidy, gifted In the matter of att: Jeetlves,ts very Thdignant that thy Inw docs not Tecogulze property In ents, Shewrites: * Now, if wnom stents from mo my bilnd-nalmed- aprained - foundered: pot-the- heavy knock-kneed-bob-tailed-balking lors ho steals myold brindle-hookine-seragey for-nothhuyg - and dear nt-that- and -alway: Kieke-over-the-mlk-pail cow, or my howling. barking-yelllng-velplug-mnniy-tatiess-hydro- phoble dog, or my sereecliing-seremnliyg- swoarlng-so-that-all-the-neihbors- complain an and-ono-ail-lady-sali-stos would -speak- or the- m Polleo-and-that- It was -shameful-and- unnelghborly-parrot, the law wil punish lin. ‘She briefest and most comprelicustya of ul the easays 13 from aman who says he has not hid a good night's sleep mia yeut, as follows; Dan ull eats anyway? te L. VIRGINIA FRENCH, THE POETESS. ‘To the Editor of The Chieays Tribune, Ciurcadn, April t—Tho announcement, ina dispatch from MeMionvillo, Teun, of the death at Mrs, L. Virgiila French on tho Uist wilt. ents toinind tha following unpublished | writton on this jady by tho late Churics Moreau Donld, 10 $854, provlows to ber mirriage. Mra, French was at thy perlod nt tho head of the Southern Ladies’ Houle, so popular In the the of George D. Prenties. Mr. Denié's dramatic poem, *Baon,’? was weritton about the same year, to original manuserlpt bemg in my possession, Jou 0, Wanp. TO MISS L. V, A. The mnusic of tho Ocean stat! eonso ero thine, thou bright uid wlorinus. child of song. Tike tho aoft, clear vibration of a burp Whose strings by zuphyes ure gently swept, ‘The tow and plaiutive tones of thy sweet ly Float on tho ear—theAvistaperny: breath of That ravignes, in passing oor the earth, The Crngrant alghs of myriads of towers, As in thelr roay sicep thoy cluso thelr oyes, ‘Thy burp Is tuned Hy Angels, and tho cord are twisted strings ‘Torn trom tho heart of Sorraw. When thy lay Tlath ecused, thore linwers still ou Meimory’s car ‘The fur-olf ceho of welouded jo: Like what we fool when wo Hower Frain olf tho grave within whose silent breast Phony sleeps the form of one whom wo buvo cul ove, have plucked a ‘Thy song ta tender ns a mother's lovo Unto her only born! Ie luaps astresh Fron, thy young soul na fawn from cooling rari. ts rat note the hoart throwa wide Its gates, In tho depth of ite most sacred nook, ales the weeping Love; then shite 08 If Afrald to lose tho heavenly yvialtor, Wore holy Love embilined in softest tours, Drainud from the upentng leaves of sweotest flowers, Aud luld to aleep boncath tho orystal waves OF sume Jono stream o'erbung by mournful trees, From whose sad leaves ut twilight showers of wird: Bxould may while they aro trombling with tho wlghs By gentle breezes broathed, and Nature's self Should at thut bout ropair ty Join her velco With Angela in hls requiens, twanld pot be More swout, More Bad tun thine! Thon art bullding up Upon the prajsos of wdinirlng hearts A glorious plunucle of Fung, whose deep. Foundations aro ps Gri and sure us thos OF tho Lright coral (ales that (tt thoir pouds From the unfiathomed ace upon a howt + Of laborers, ‘hou art ike the tailing beo Vout Mes from blooming ituwer to tower all duty, ‘To give to men, iu ono large muss of aweots, ‘The labors of a buay iifetine, ‘Thoa itt vied from Oblivien’é wave a name, ‘To live forever; und, Wm flor years, When suing sweet, lofty dreanor, Hko thyself, Shull with the pen a glorious struggle make For inimortallty, thou'lt conte, perchanes, Clothod fu the Uright and guldon mista of Hoaye en And whliper hope and courage ta bts youl, pc alors hdl hei Not Nowanofs—Cho Mulluy House of Russa Belongs to the Oldenburg Vamallys Erchange, Although the late und the present Czara are spoken of generally us belonging to the Rowan off dynasty, auch id uot, strictly ypeuking, tho cusu, Aleswador I, wus, in tact, the howd of ong of the Juniors branches of the Oldenburg or Holstein tu owas, eiclutly speaking, 10 mory a Romanod thin Queen Victoria iso Stuart. ‘The mate Ine of tho Komunolts ended with the Caur Potor Th. in livt. ‘Thu feutules bes ume extinct with (ho Empyyas Elizabeth iu M70L, ‘ay Just before may be rough to my Essaya, Ono of » Borlows, and historic ef- De Quincey are_all'western inen, _————— Ner elder sister had married Charies Frederio, Dike of Holeteln-Gottorp, and thar son, tho worthless Peter EE atiant aud 1s wife, Catharine of Anhalt, suceoed ne the gree Carrine Catherine 1 gittinnte feae wea the Cau Pat, ieee ire SOL, He was father of the sander Land Neholns EL, and) grands at the aur vad his nunnerois bro tiers, funily of the Seandinaviin Murik, after niding over the Itwaiing for av than U0 years, beeame extinct In tts principal Ine tn 107, "Pho baat Czar of that raes was) Thootlure, soot ivan the Terrible, Durthg tho troubles some tines Chit followed hig denth, do numer rar The ots Junttor branched of the Une of Hurlk were passed over, tod In itt Micbaet Rotmanow wig ole 1 L} neds and prelates. Bro ny" thy. ht him doseendet nll tho wot 1-1, when’ tho Hine entirely fatiud. ‘fhe Homanows, or Ttomanofts, were'olt Moscow boyneda, and, With several other Russian powertul fumilies, clatns « ution Andrew Kabyla, a abet of the thirteenth century. Among them were tho Scheremctews, tho Lourtetines, the Sabourows, the Plestehlews, tha Wallichews, the Saltikows, and otbor still extant ltussian noble houses, None of thom attalned tho rank of Prinens, but they were mostly in- seribed in the Golden or Velvet Bool by Ivan TIE The ttussiun Princes descended from Ruril. stil number more thin forty fumttles, Ainong then are the Govtchakows, Uarintinakts, Dotgoroukia, — Kozle and’ Krapotidnes: After them come the rt extant of the race of Gies Hie, And kin to tho Jvgellon: Kings of Poland 7 follow tho ‘rinces af Foret extraction—Georgtan, Clrens: shus, and Tartar by descent,—someocight tamiions and after these nbout fifteen pstheely, Tamiliea In tho Velvet Hook sinue the nscout of Peter the Great, bexrtanliys with tho Mensebticows (or Mon- echizolts) anid wollte with the Orloits, ralsed to the raul of Pelstees tn Tho Ruestin Counts, Barons, and untitled boyands make up tho rest of the Ruslan nobles. “RECONCILIATION. Princely fumillesstiil For The Chicago Tritune,” Wo crown the unconscious brow with wreath of EYE Wo press int pirlscless hunda the sweetest flowaras When nil tanveded any words of ours, We glvon voleo to nll the loving praiso For whieh, portips, surough weary, unblost ely The hourt ond hungerad. We are slow to prove Tho tonderness wo Terl, till, eomaand dave Wo ean ilu naught but bow tho head and pray Phat 7 ‘en would tench us bow to show our “love, Many it uot bo that on tho athor slde, ‘ Knowing at lust’ tho doubts with which we atrove, They watt for us, and, like us, long to make Alt dad wrongs tight, ready to give aud take igses Here denied. ‘The hund-clasps und tho ki CARLOTTA PERRY. ns Hritish Literary Mons. Of tha philuyophers of Groat Uritain, Norkeley was trish, whity Hume and “Adam smith were Scotoh, us was ulso Mr. Mill” by iminodinte de Keent. Mr. Bain, of course, is ilgu Scotch, Of the properly English memes, Hucon was partly western In blood. Hartley waa a native of Vork- shire, Malthus of Surrey and Bentham of London, Mr, Heebort Sponeor comes from Derbyshire. ‘Yo tho west belung Hlobbes, w native of Wilt= shire; Locke and Cudworth, nntiver of Somersut; also the isto Mr, eneatia? a mitive of the asma county. Among ltying writers, Mr. Galton belongs by birth | to Warwickshire, and Mr. John Morley and Mr, (roy are both Lancashire men. Some of these nates bad perhups been better Included in tho H#eneral clus of men of letters, among whom wa K Lamb of Lincolnshire descent, ang avlitt, wnutive of Kent, Untho other hand, Sir 'Thotnna Browne, Addison, Dr. Johnson, and i ‘Of the bisto- dines, Gibbon ane Grote are both Kentish, but the Inttor waa on hls futhor’s side of Flomish, and oa his mothor's of Jluguenotextraction, Mucaulay, of Hizhhind Scoteh descent on his father's sida, hada Somersetairemothor. 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