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aed ‘WHAT THE LOVERS ARE SAYING. My life has grown so dear of thee! Becaus* Tell me, wher learned the spell ‘To make me love at, 80 Well? Joy makes a summer in my heart Because thou art CELIA THAXTER, <<o—— Thy Love. It brightens all the cruel gloom ‘That closes round me like a tom! And fills my beart with Summer loom, It makes the darkest night to me More clear than ever day can be. For in my dreams I am with thee. t love, and let thy kisses rain eyelids till I drop to rest, ue i$ Short hor know we when again ‘May come u Inoment so entirely blest. Kiss me sweet love, and let thy kisses cure ‘The wound that absence made within my breast; (Of thts brief moment only We are sure: Death walts without to be the last — —<s— In Vain the Tinsels. Go, cull the stars from out the skies e: wealjg of hairs ks tueottened blush ‘on the snow, id, for her lips. suppose you crush ‘The richest rubles earth can show: No alchemy rfect self attain, earth and sky f you change, Tl never choose again; If you shrink, Pl never think of love; fail, PL Judge alt be vuty vain; ore wits I'll never prove. t Wise! change, shrink not, nor be wea And, on my faith, my faith shail never break. Earth with ileaven er flowers shall sooner heaven adorn: or bright stars through earth’s dim 3 Trost of flame be born; black as hell shall prove; ir, the world transform’ to faith or strange to you. . 1 told the rose thy name—tt blushed and stirred, Its petals trembled as in ecstasy. Teried thy name sloud—and lo! the bird Burst Into song wituin the thick-leaved tree. I spake it when the moon was gray and cold, And straight from out his exst upshot the Sun. spake it in the night—the cious that rolled Above dispersed; the stars came one by one. Should any whisper {t when on my face ‘The black earth Ifes, calm sleeping underground, think my heart would beat apice, And that my lips would trembie at the sound. And if before the gates of heaven I came, And could for my own worth no entrance win, J think that then if I should name thy nime ‘The eternal doors would sur and let me in. Sanus eh ors RES You. If I could have my dearest wish fulfilled, And take my choice of all earth’s treasures, too, Or choose from heaven whatsoe’er I willed, Td ask for you. No man V'd envy, neither low nor high, Nor King tn castle old or palace new, Yd hold Golconda’s mines less rich than I, It Thad you. ‘Totland privation, poverty and care, Undaunted Pd dety, nor ortune woo, Having my wife, vo Jewels cise I'd wear, If she were you. Little Fd care how losely she might be, How graced with every charm, how fond, how true; ‘Ben tucugh pevfection, she'd be naugnt tome Were she not you. ‘There 1s more charm for my true, loving heart, In every thing you think, or Say or do, ‘Than all the joys that heaven could ere impart, Because 1s you. ‘A Sprig of Rosemary. ot that I think you ever will forget me, long as metiory keeps her sacred trust, Or even that you would no more remember If this warm heart of mine were only dust, But that to-day the June sky ts so tender, The roves breathe such Incense of delight, And ull the world seems shining tn a splendor Bewlidering to the senses and the sight. Akiss the rosemary with deepest meaning, And send It to you with a loviug prayer; “I pray you, lo That Fmay te . ‘That I may know by every radtint blossom ‘That gives its sweetness to the summer breeze, By every warble of the happy wild birds ‘That sing thelr love-songs in the sheltering trees, By all things beautiful that bud and blossom Frow tender May to regul-hued September, ‘That stiil you wear the loyal rosemary, And oh, my darling, that you still remember! ees —____ What is the Use. ‘What is the use of this impetuous haste? ‘The end ts certain. Let us take our time, And hoard the vita! forces that we waste Before our duy has reached its goiden prime, ‘What {s the use of rushing with spent breath After old age, its furrows, Its white hair? ‘Why need we hurry so 10 welcome death, ‘Or go half way, with hands stretched out, to care ‘There fs no use. Dear heart, if we but wait All thins will find us. Let us pause, I say. Mage ono go beyond the silent gate lies a short day’s Journey down the way, Bo let us take our time in youth’s fair bowers, ‘The summ:r season 13 so brlet at best: ‘Let us look on the stars, and pluck the flowers, ‘And when our feet grow weary, let us rest. Let us take time for love and its delights; It ts the one sweet thing that pays for all ‘The bitterness of Ife, for sorrow’s blight, For pain’s despair and death’s tunereal pall. ELLA WHEELER, A Woman's Heart. — — should come and kneel low at my e And Weep In blood tears of acony, It would not bring one singie pang to me, Nor stir wy heart out of its quict beat. ‘There was a time when any word you spoke, When but the sound of your melodious votce, Would thrill me through and make my heart re- jotes-— Your wisi was law; but now the spell fs broke, And though an angel with a shining brow Shoult come from heaven and spek to mes “Go with this man and be his alway,” I would refuse—I would not trust you now. ‘Tacegh s08 should pray me, writhing in white path, For Just one last caress, and J should know ‘That you were dratning out the dregs of woe, J would not let you hold my hand again. ‘This ts a woman’s love, a woman's pride. There ts a siream that never can be crossed trolls between us, and the trust I lost ‘Bas sunk forever tn Ithink true love ts never blind, But rather brings an added ight, An tuner viston quick to find The beauules hid from common sight No soni can ever clearly see Another's highest, noblest part Bave through the sweet pnilosophy And loving wisdom of the heart. ‘Your unapointed eye shall fall On him who fills my soul with light; ‘You do not see my friend at all, ‘You see what hides him from'your sight, ‘Isee the feet that fain would chmbd; You, but the steps that turn astray; T see the soul unharmed, sublime; You, but the garwent and the clay, You see a mortal, weak, misled, Dwarfed ever by the earthly clod; Isee how manhood, perfect May reach the stature of a god. Blinded I stood, as now you stand, ‘Till on mine éyes, with touches sweet, Love, the deliverer, laid his. And lo! I worship at his feet! : ain Rumbling Again. ‘From the Asheville Citizen. We heard while in Hendersonville that this famous mountain was again in trouble, giving Vent to moans and rumbles and quakings, and Other Indications of a purpose to imitate the Convulsions over the water. So far the disturb- ances have not been more than enough to excite the luterest of the neighborhood, But if the mountain should rise to the dignity of the occa- sion, what an event it would be tothe thou- is of tourists now in the monatains! The Bsld !s not more than twenty-two or twenty- three miles from Asheville or Hi ville. It might be worth while in the meantime to visit the Bald and explore the ruins of the dest: Village 80 ically described in and shed a tear over the graves of the many vic- tims to the calamity of that exciting story. MULBATTAN. ‘The Champion Liar of America. From the Louisville Courier-Jourial. Mr. Joseph Mulhattan isin town, and a Courier- Journal reporter who talked with him last night found him as‘zood natured as ever. The famous prevaricator is a rather small man, g90d- looking, with beard and moustache, dancing bine eyes, quick, cat-like motions, and one of the most rapid talkers one could find in a day’s walk. The words seem to be gurgling in his throat and chasing each other out, hot-foot, He dresses very well, and altogether presents a very tidy appearance. “Yes, sir, I have started a new branch in Journalisin: something that is an innovation and @ success. I call it moyelistic journalism. Dickens and Thackeray wrote a novel in a vol- ume. and considered themselves fortunate when 100,000 people read it in five years. I write a novel of a thousand words that is read by more than 1,000,000 people ten hours after it has left | my hand. Why, what could be more attractive | to a literary man? Nobody is hurt by my little | novels; nobody's moral are corrupted, and all | are entertained and sometimes instructed. 1 have selected all sorts of subjects tor these | stories; many of them have traveled over the world and have been wondered at in twenty nations. [ am Just thirty years old and am famous. There is not a man in this country who can read and write and who has read the news- Papers that doesn’t know of Joe Mulhattan. I have fooled every paper ot prominence in the United States, and some of my scientific stories have been discussed by the learned societies of Enrope.” “When did you begin your career of menda- city?” interrupted the reporter. “Ihave been writing my novels for ten years Istarted on the Pittsburg Leader, and fooled the for three or four years. I wrote stories of marvelous oil wells, of romantic high- way robberies and things of that kind. I then got to sending my novels to other prominent journals. I started the story of John Wilkes Booth being seen in several places, and wrote so circumstantially that many believed it. I started, asajoke, the report that President Lincoln's bones would be exhibited at the Centennial. ‘The press of the country took it up, and for weeks it was anational question. I don't know how many of these stories I wrote in the east. The biggest thing I wrote in this part of the country was the Big Clifty fight, where a drummer wrestled with two highwaymen ona bridge and finally threw them over. My cave story at Glasow Junction went all over the world; you doubtless remember that. I found a cave there larger than Mammoth cave, with navigable rivers, mummies 2,000 years ola, and a hundred other marvelous things. The Leitchfield story. about the finding of Musonic emblems that had been buried for thousands of years, showing a pre-historic race of Masons, caused great excitement. I am prouder of my Glasgow cave story than any of the others. It showed more Invention and more imagination.” “What was the basis of such a marvelous Ti (ou mean such a well-Imagined novel,” in- terrupted Mr. Mulhattan witha smile. “Why, there is never any foundation to my stories. Therein lies my power. Almost anybody could write a story with the foundation to build on; it Tequires genius to construct a novel without any foundation in fact whatever, to evolve it all out of yourown mind as a spider draws the web from its own body. I wrote that thing about the finding of a cave at Gallatin, where the jewels and gold of the James brothers were found. When Frank James read it heturned to a jailer and said: ‘I'll bet that story was writ- te y Joe Muihattan.” hat has been your successin Texas?” “Very fine. [suppose you read my meteor story. The Fort Worth Gazette received the day after it was published 114 telezrams from ail parts of the world; some were from St. Peters- burg; some from London; some from E burgh. When I visited Fort Worth afterward they gave mea fine banquet. The Texans en- Joyed my novels immensely. Some of my stories have never been contradicted, especially that one about the finding of five letons under a tree where the people had ail been killed by lightning. They are talking of running me for Congress down there. Tom Ochiltree, who used to be friendly with me before, hardly speaks to me now. He says the meteor story laid him cold. He will never amount to anything again as a liar.” “That last balloon story which is going the rounds, of a man hanging by two fingers while he was dragged four miles, reads like you wrot replied the Jules Verne of American newspapers, with a sigh of regret at such a good lie having escaped him, “I didn’t write it. but whoever did was a good one. I couldu’t have done the work better myself.” Lincoln as a Young Lawyer. Col, KK. Jones, of Quincy, Ill., in Chicago Inter- Ocean. Thad been sent to Springfield and interven- ing towns to make some collections. 1 think it was in 1843. I was told that the party I was to see at Springfield was a tough case and to put the demand at once in the hands of me reliable attorney and if he got the ey to pay that attorney @40. I arrived at Springfield just before dinner. With the zeal of a boy on his first expedition I did not wait to “wast-up” and get my dinner. I tackled the landlord, who was busy and nat- urally cross. Sald I: ‘Where will I find eres ne is reliable and will tote fair with a ae ‘0 go and see Old Abe,” said he. “Old Abe who,” said I. “O bothe: saia the landlord, “go out on the street there and inquire for Old Abe. Anybody can tell you where to find him.” I walked along the street and asked the first man I met where I could find Old Abe. That now famous little one-story office was pointed out and I went in. There with an open law book on a table before him, with his hands clasped Just below one knee, sata man who turned that genial but rugged face and looked at me. I thenand there fell in love with him. I was an original Lincoln man trom that hour. Abraham Lincoln never Impressed me asa homely or ungainly man,but always as a lovable man. I said: “The landlord up there, when I asked him where I could tind a lawyer who would talk fair and square witha green boy”— “O, yes,” said he, with that pecullar twinkle of his e: “I suppose he said, ‘Go and see Cid Abe: “Yes sir, he said that, and when I asked him who Old Abe was he sald anybody would tell me where to find you.” “With grave but unostentatious dignity he said: “Myname {s Lincoln—Abraham Lincoln. What ts it [ can do for you?” I stated my business. He said: “I understand what is wanted. Go and get your dinner and spend your time as pleasantly as may be, and I will call this evening after supper and report progress.” Before dark he came to the hotel and beck- oned me into aroom across the hall, sat down at a table, took out aspecie-bag and shook it merrily, saying, in a confidential undertone: “I’ve got it, dollar for dollar.” He counted the money, put it back into the bag, andhanded itto me, saying: “There, my boy, I think that Job fs worth €20.” I was per- fectly elated, and showed it. 1 took out of the bag $40; and hustled it across the table toward him. Taking half of it,he said: “I only want #20. I think it worth that.” “So do I, forty. Pa sald if you got the money to give you $40. Itis yours.” “It isnot mine.” “I won't take it back. Pa told me to pay #40. You shall keep it.” From the National Review. I do not think that any one ever walked through a fleld with a gun, or by water with a Tod, without being the better for it. Knowledge is natural history, and can only be acquired in the open. From books images are formed in the mind, but they are very unlike the reality; description is so different to touch. With gun and rod actual facts are reached, touched and understood. No onecan obtain a clear idea of things as they actually are without seeing or touching; reading is not enough. I had studied several books on physiology, and considered I possessed a fair knowledge of the organs; yet, one day when I chanced to see a large animal opened after its death I was utterly confounded, 80 little had colored plates and letterpress pre- pared me for the reality, that I could not recognize it. There was no comparison at all between the diagrams and the facts, of which I should have remained in ignorance. The actual organs appeared so original as to be quite another series to those I had gtudied. Now I claim for the gun that, although of metal, it is a better book than any printed vol- ume. I claim for sport in its general sense that, it brings the mind in contact with the facts of Ife, and imparts the higher education which is independent of and superior to mere literary knowledge. A man may be extremely clever with his books, his mathematics, his differential calculus and analysis, and yet be absolutely iz- norant of those forces which still control the minds and hearts of men in the nineteenth cen- tury as they did in the fifteenth. In the fifteenth and sixteenth men seem to have excelled in the knowledge of their fellow-creatures, their passions and desires, a knowledge that comes to the surface in everything which remains to us of thosedays. But though we individually now walk forth unarmed with dagger or secret breast-plate, and though the nations listen complacently to the smooth tongues assuring them of peace, yet it is certain that man is man much the same as ever; and my argument is that, In these days of lit- erary scholarship and scientific scholarship, many otherwise leading minds are constantly forgetting those strong passions and forces whieh will for ages yet dominate the destiny of the world. Presently they will.wake up, under the shock of some great and tefrible event, to discover that the real physiology and the real organs are entirely different to those colored plates and diagrams which they mistook for truth. Did they walk out with gun or rod or mount into the saddle and ride in the hunting- field, their eyes would be opened to the facts of nature and lite. Certain it is that great num- bers of what are called well-educated people at the present day, pass years and years practi- cally in-doors, and morally looking out over the world through pink-tinted glass for the preser- vation of their eyesight. Everything that passes before them, whether matters that affect an empire or ap individual, takes the same tint; all things are judged from some artificial stand- point, and never on their own basis. This may be very amiable and well-intentioned, but what occurs? The forces which dominate the world, the passions and ambitions, hatreds and jeal- ousies, steadily march onward, utterly refusing to listen to these theories, and by and by a war, or some national convulsion, throws all things into confusion. I contend that those who have been educated in the field, as well as in the study, in contact with nature aud in contact with man, are best fitted to guide the country. A statesman must be a sportsman, or, what comes to the sane thing, he must move in con- tact with the actualities of nature; he must take his thought from the earth as it is, from man as he is, direct, and not from the pale images of books. Then he will lead by virtue of the genius springing in his heart, and he will be successful because his course will correspond with observed trath What the Early Birds Catch. From the Chicago News. As the first gray glimmer of dawn appears there is a stir of life on the river and along the docks. Queer looking specimens of humanity may be seen crawling out of lumber yards and other dark hiding places where they have passed the night, to sneak away before daylight comes to betray them. The ragpickers put in an ap- pearance on the streets, raking over the trash in the gutters, spying around ash barrels, searching in every nook and cranny, and picking up many things besides rags and waste paper. There are men, women and children—mostly Italians—engaged in this business, and they commence their day’s work before the tollers of the night have fairly dispersed. Among the other characters that begin to ap- pear isthe man who walks slowly along on the outer edge of the sidewalk, looking down into the gutter and scanning the pavement in front of him. He occasionally stops to scatter a pile of rubbish with his foot, or bends down to take a closer view of something that has caught his eye. He is evidently looking for something— but what? “He is looking for money, and whatever else of value may be lying around loose,” explains the policeman to whom you apply for informa- tion. ‘You'll see him out every morning at this hour on the same kind of a hunt. He’s not the only one; there’s lots of these early birds who come out at daybreak to look for that oft-quoted worm. They stand the first chance of finding whatever may have been lost by the crowds on the strects last evening or swept out of the st@res.” “Have you ever known them to find any- thing?” “You wouldn't believe how often they pick up money and things that can be tamed into money. I’ve known some of these fellows to make rich finds. Not long ago one of them found a roll of bills amounting to 300. Last Tharsday morning’ fellow picked up a diamond cross In front of one of the theaters. He thought it was a cheap affair at first, but, come to find out, it was worth over $500.’ Things of less value, and small amounts of money, are found almost every morning. I actually belleve that some of these chaps depend for a livelihood on what they can find at daybreak.” —— ea AMATEUR CHEMISTS, Youthful Photographers and Dyna- mite Fiends—A Passion for Explo- sives. From the Boston Globe. “Give mea quarter’s worth of bichromate of potassium,” said a twelve-year-old boy, walking into a large chemical establishment. “And what are you going to do with bichro- mate of potassium?” asked reporter after the purchase had been effected. “I am going to make a solution and take pho- tographs.” “Make photograph?” “Yes. You just wash a plece of white paper with the solution,” replied the youngster, delighted to have a listener, “and lay on a fern leaf, or anything of that kind, and put it under the glass in the sun and where the light reaches it it will turn dark,” and he disappeared with his paper of potash in his hand. “You have really no idea how many young- sters experiment on their own account,” re- marked the clerk, as he watched the young chemist disappear through the door. ‘And some of them are very ingenious; they read a great deal and hear lectures at school. “Electric batteries are their especial delight. One of our most constant customers, a ont of eleven, caused great consternation in his neighborhood. “I met Mr. Lincoln casually several times atter that; the last agd only time after his elec- tion, in the White House, in April, 1862. He looked careworn and preoccupied. But, with the old twinkle in his oe he asked: “What was it pa said?’ Bussia’s Horse Reverve. ‘From the Pall Mall Gazette. Austria-Hungary is said to possess 3,560,000 horses, Germany 3,352,000, France 3,000,000, Great Britain 2,790,000, and Italy 657,000; while in the Kirghiz steppes alone Rusala possesses 4,000,000 riding horses. The excellent qualities of the Kirghiz horse have led to a proposal to use it for cavalry remounts. The provincial studs, especially those of the Don, are in de- cadence; the price of horses is consequently rising. and the diMculty of procuring remounts is continually increasing. Sooner or later Rus- sia must fall back on the studs of the steppes. The Kirghiz horses constitute a precious and abundant reserve. Most of these horses are small, intelligent, docile, of great speed, inde- fatigable and very temperate, qualities which make them suitable for military service. The best are those belonging to the steppes of Oren- tvullable for rewulat cavalry, the others, Delng available tor cavalry, the ing too small. It ts also doubtful whether these nes, used to # dry, hot climate and the herb- age of the steppes, could bear the damp which Prevails in the greater part of Western Russia. —— Mr. F. H. Cowen, of Engiand, dertake a fesalor on the im is about to un- malgour in the United States tation of Dr, Damrosch and Mr. Geo. Henschel. He will conduct his cantata ‘St. Ursula,” the Scandinavian symphony and other by exploding a pickle jar with hydrogen which Te had generated with sulphuric cla And zinc filings. I understand his chemical ex- | ee have been indefinitely suspended by stern parent. ‘You would be surprised to see the amount, of explosives we sell just before the Fourth of July to boys. They are mostly used to make caps for toy pistols or to sprinkle on door-steps. They are not powerful or dangerous, but give a good report, which is the main thing. One enterprising young chemist succeeded in manu- facturing about a pint of nitro-glycerine, which ig very inexpensive and easy to make. But what todo with it after it was made was a question that agitated that household for some time. The youngster had made ft for the pur- pose of verilying a statement he had read ina chemistry book that a lighted match could be dropped into it with impunity. Fortunately he Wee prevented from carrying out his experi- ment. “Yes,” concluded the clerk, “chemistry lec- tures are a very good thing, but the subject of explosives should be treat very carefully. pom bre! mind is too fond of verifying for Why a Young Man Got a Pass. From the Cincinnati Enquirer, When Dean Richmond was connected with a prominent railroad a young man presented him- self before him and requested a pass. “Upon what grounds do you want the pasa?” sald Mr. Richmond. “Becwuse I don’t want to 4 fare!” the young man. Said Mr. Rich- mond, ‘You shail have it for your trathfulness,” and turning to his he said: “Give this applicant that | Speyer pe is the first told me the truth for ages.” | havelanche of flame. “Well, sir,” he begts, “there's not much in it. It’s nigh fifteen years ago. There wor none o’them block telegrafs and the Westin’house breaks and Pullman ¢ars onthe cut then. It wor just such a dirt} night as this, when the wind wor up and wodldna be said. We had a pitch in just at the “edge of a viaduct at the Junction. The shuntin’ pie wor @ collectin’ her wagons, and shégot abtride on the tacin’- p'ints just as the déwn slow passenger train came a knockin’ into her and biockin’ both roads. Some said it wor all on account of the signals. Others made it out as it wor cos the lockin’ bar wor out of order. Anyhow, the gov- ernment inspector could not clear it up, although there were any amount of ingineers and officials down wi’ plans and sections. We wor all confu- sion. Luckily none was much the worse. Some was shook a bit, and an owld woman died of the fright. I live close to the line, and, hearing the crash, runned up to see what was amiss. I wor just a goin’ to help clear up one of the roads when something quite sudden-like occurred to my mind. “<q asked Job Croft, 4s the “Flying Scotch- man” gone up yet?” ‘ ‘No,’ said somevody In the dark. “TI think it was the station-master. I had a red lamp in my hands, and off I started to atop her. Have you ever seen her go across the via- duct, sir? She comes down the bank at sixty miles an hour every night of her life. The in- cline falls one In seventy, 8o that you may guess she’s not wastin’ time. She just slips down with her fifteen coaches like well ofled lightnin’, Well, as I wor a sayin’, I runs over the viaduct like a madman, makes my way through the tun- nel, and when I got into the cuttin’ the wind brought me the roar ofthe ‘Scotchman’ goin’ like a red-hot rocket through Drabble Dale station, a mile or moreoff. The wind it came through the cuttin’ till I had fairly to howd my- sen on the rails to keep mysen from being a” blown away. “It wor then my lamp went out. It wor blown clean out, andin no timethe ‘Scotch- man’ would be a whippin’ down the hill like a I searched my pockets for aanatch. In my coat pockets never « one, al- though I generally carry abox, and have done so ever since that fearful night. At last in my waistcoat pocket I found one match. One match, and the wind a blowin’ through the cut- tin’ as through afunnel. I’m not a saint, sir, but I knowed that the live8 in that thunderin’ express depended upon that one match. If she went into the fouled line she'd drop over the viaduct into the river. The perspiration cov- ered me with coldsweat. I could hear my heart athumpin’. Fora moment I felt a’ dizzy like. Then I pulled mysen together and throwed my whole life into one short prayer. ‘It wor all done in a moment. I felt then in the cuttin’ for a crevice, and thank God! there wor a small opening where the fogmen shelter when they are signalin’ the trains on thick nights. I crept into this ere place. I opens my lamp and put the match inside the frame. trembled lest it should fall. But somehow I wor strangely cool and steady about the hands. I struck and huddled around the match. The wick caught the fire. and I wor Just in time to jump trom the hole Into the six- foot and wave the red signal to the driver of the ‘Scotchman’ as she rushed past faster than the wind. She wor'a goin’! But the driver wor On the lookout. and had seen the red light. All I could see wor the tail lamps on the rear guard’s van; but I could ‘ear the danger whistle for all the brakes to be clapped on, and I ’eard ‘em a grindin’ on the metals, and there wor a gratin’ that told me he wor a reversin’ the in- gine.” topped.” res, sir; Just as she fo on the edge of the viaduct. He had her buffer-plank not three yards from where the {ine wor a’ fouled. “The sweat poured down my face as I made for the junction again, but I knowed I'd saved the train, and I prayed again, not in words, but with a sort of choking gratitude that came up in big burning lumps in my throat. Some of my mates gave me this ‘ere watch and chain, and I was shifted up by the superintendent, to a gran- ger’s job; but Idunna take so much credit to mysen, for Providence lit the match that night in the storm. — KOSSUTH’S ROMANTIC STORY. A Letter from the Patriot, Who Chroni- cles a Reniarkable Incident. From the Courrier Des Etats Unis of August 20. The Vienna German Zeilung of August 7 pub- lishes a letter from Kossuth addressed to Dr. Cotuos about his brilliant defense of the Jews in the Tiszla Eszlar affair. After congratulating the advocate the old dictator relates an incident that happened some thirty years ago in the Neutraer-Comitat. ‘An individual named Bar- tos Saudos, who hated the Jews,” writes Kos- suth, “had become enamored of a beautiful young Jewess, called Julia Weiss. He desired to convert her and then take her into his ser- vice. Julia Weiss repulsed the man and would listen to nothing he sald. Some time later Julia Berecs, a young Christian girl, one of Julia Weiss’ best friends, disappeared. The Jewess was inconsoltble. Saudos had her brought before him, and violently apostrophiz- ing her demanded to know the whereabouts of Julia Berecs. “How should I know?” replied the Jewess. Where have you taken her! “T2” said Julia, astonished. “Yes, you. And since you dare not svow it Tiltell you. Julia Berecs is lying yonder by the stone bridge, dead. ‘Twas you who struck her to death with a poignard!” “Oh! She was my Intimate friend!” “Be silent. A Christian cannot be friends with a Jew and, to follow the closer the pre- scriptions of your Talmud, Re have washed your hands in the blood of a Christian, thinking thereby to become still more beautiful.” “In vain the poor girl pleaded that she knew nothing of the Talmud or scarcely how to read or write. She was thrown inprison, passed be- fore the assizes and was condemned to death. By reason of her youth her punishment was commuted to hard labor for life. Two years had passed and the poor girl could not com- prehend why she was go tortured. One day she was taken before the directrice of the prison, who recelved her with great kindness and the startling intelligence that she was to be imme- diately set free. At the same time she was pre- sented with a purse or twenty-five ducats as a gift from the emperor. “at the prison gate Julia Welss embraced her family, who were awaiting her there. "Twas then they told her that three weeks previously her pepe Bartos Saudos, had been found dead and that in his pocket was discovered a written confession, in which he acknowledged having killed Julia Berecs and having falsely accused the young Jewess. He proclaimed Juha Weiss’ innocence and begzed her to pray for him. He also left his fortune in legacy to her. Julia Weiss refused that fortune. “From the lips of the young ii herself,” continues Kossuth, “I heard thie story.” Hygiene for Babies. Food.—At a year old the child must be en- tirely weaned, and soon he must have dally a little under-cooked meat pounded up into a pulp, and to whiclra little gravy and salt are added: some potato finely mashed and covered with gravy; an egg, or a little milk pudding. On no account should he be allowed any wine, beer, tea or coffee. though he may have cocoa and milk. He should be given his meals regu- larly, and he should not be allowed to “pick” at bread and butter, cakes and sweet st in the intervals. Children flourish best on fresh foods. The worst nourish ents that I see at the hospital for sick children are those reared on ‘Swiss milk and variqus patent foods. Rule: Do dl give a baby food or physic that is adver- w Clothing.—Bables and little children must be kept always warm. They cannot be “hardened” by scanty clothing or cold baths. Their necks, thighs, legs, and arms need to be covered a8 well as their chests and bodies; they should wear long sleeves and stockings, and, when old enough, cotton or flannel drawers. Fresh Air.—Children should be taken out of doors each day that the weather is fine. If they are sent out in a perambulator, care must be taken that the feet and legs are warm to staxt with, and that they are so well covered through- out the ride that they are warm on the return Every day, uniess a bitter wind is blow- ing, or it is foggy, the windows should be opened tor a whil ice fresh air is a8 necessary for ong he -At ghild perspires freely ous .—At night, ifa clothes, he should wear nel bed: be be tled below or kicks off the flan - long enough to A Chicago Physician Upon the Statie- ties of Infantile Multipies, From the Chicago Times. Dr. Henry Ogden, in « paper read before the Chicago Medical soctety, discoursed learnedly upon the rather interesting subject of “ Trip- lets." When three of a kind appear the event is doubtless trebly interesting, though the re- flections of the father, who has to provide for the new-comers, may not be the most pleasant in the world. Men whose wives present them with twelve‘pound babies always take particu- lar pains to boast of the fact to their friends, but there are few instances on record where the fond parent ever busied himself in buying liquid refreshments for nis neighbors when the doctor or midwife informed him that he was the “daddy” ot thirty-six or forty poundgof hu- manity sent to him in three installments. Triplets, under ordinary circumstances, may not be any worse than a solitary infant, but there is lable to be an added trequency of cherubic ser- enades. From Dr. Ogden’s tribute to these infantile multiples it is learned that the instances are rare, a fact which may be gratifying to the able- bodied married clerks who toil for #12 a week. Twins are said to occur once in eighty times, pe occur only once in 6,000 or 7,000 times. Generally, says Dr, Ogden, twins are of different sex: next in frequency are two boys, and least in frequency are two girls. From a table taken from the registration of births in Prussia, between the years 186 and 1849, a pe- riod of twenty-three years, it appears there were 13,360,575 births. Of these there were 149,964 cases of twins. 1,689 cases of triplets, and thirty- six cases of quadruplets. In other words, there were twins once in eighty-nine cases, triplets once in 7,910 cases, and quadruplets once in Ee 1a cae: Quadruplets appear to have been the limit. Polson Ivy. ‘W. C. Conant in Scientific American. Having lived more than fifty summers in well founded dread of any chance contact with the three leaved pest, Rhus toxicodendron (or Rhus radicans—which is it?), I deem it a duty to pub- lish the only effectual remedy, of the many I haye seen recommended and have tried in the course of my extended sufferings—now for some years happily ended. Four or five years ago I was led to try Bryonia alba. The tincture did no good. The next season that I caught the poison, [tried Bryonia in the third (homeeo- pathic) attenuation, as an antidote, in alterna- tion with sulphur (same attenuation).to relieve the itching and burning; taking one in the morning and the other at night. The result was immediately satisfactory In both respects. The attack passed off gradually, with little eruption or distress. Next season, tor a test, I fortified myself with a prophylactic dose of Bry- onia, and marched boldly on my business through and through a field overgrown with the malignant weed, adding a secona dose at night. For the first time in my life I looked on poison ivy with impunity and even trampled on it. This summer, grown careless with security, I have several times blundered Into a bed of the stuff, without taking either prophylactic or remedy. The poison asserted itself feebly, with moments of the unmistakable burning itch characteristic of it. on ae, of the skin which it frequents most. but this only when provoked by friction. and presently passing off, with no eruption. It seems evident that the antidote I have used has not only overcome the potson, but the susceptibility to Its influence, which is well known to be relative and constitutional, many persons being naturally quite exempt. Montclair, N. J., August 11, 1883. eee ge Queer Cures. From the Monroa (Ga, ) Advertiser. “What's that in the top of your hat?” asked one gentleman of another in our office the other day. “That's rattlesnake rattles.” “What's it there for?” “For neuralgia. Ihad it repeatedly and had It very bad, and hearing that a rattle would cure it, 1 wrote to a friend in Florida to get ine one. He bought one for fifty cents. I put It in the top of my hat and hayen’t had neuralgia since. Youmay laugh at it, but it is so— whether the rattle cured itor not, the neuralgia stopped. Iknow two other men’ (calling their names) who have the same experience. One of them sayshe wouldn't take $25 for his rat- tle.” This reminded the Advertiser of an old gen- tleman who, a dozen years azo related a similar experience with buckeyes and piles. He said: “The buckeye may not have cured the disease, but I had it before I carried the buckeyes in my pocket, aud I have not had it since.” It also reminded us of the experience of another old gentleman, which was given to us a few years ago. Suid he: “Years ago while my wife was sick. there came, in addition to her other sickness a very severe and unceasing pain in the lower part of the bowels. The physician did what he thought right, but it did not go away, nor abate. The doctor was puzzled. An old woman said that a poultice made of a pecu- liar kind of lily root, if applied, would cure the leas I sent all over town, and the surround- Ing country for that root, and took two or three days, in trying to find It, but was unsuccessful. While we were hunting the remedy, the pain went away and never returned. If we had applied the poultice, we would have felt sure that that was the cause of the cure.” +. That Wicked Telephone. From the Detroit Free Pross. “I guess I haf my telephone took out of my house,” said a resident of the eastern part ofthe city ashe took a seat beside Manager Jackson the other day. “Anything wrong?” “Yes, eafrytings is wrong,” was the doleful answer. “Perhaps the battery needs more water?” “Vhell, maybe so, but I doan keep no track of dot. You see, I vhas down to my peesnessa good deal. In der morning, after I vhas gone 8 leedle while, somebpody rings aboudt sixteen hundred times and scares my old vhoman half to death. She asks vho vhas dere, and some- body answers: ‘Hello! Shake, vhas dot you? Say, Shake, how aboudt dot leedle gal dot wrote you dot letter? Ha! ha! ha!’ Und dot makes my vife so madt dot she shumps oop und down und pulls her hair, and yhen Icomes home she goes for me like some tigers, Vhas dot der right vhay to put up some shobs on & man?” “No, of course not.” “Und pooty queek after dot somebody else rings oop my house two tousand times, und my vhife almost faints aveay. Vhen she asks who vhas dere somebody answers: ‘Say, Shake, I saw you riding oudt mit your yhife on der Lake road last Sunday! Doan’ be afraidt—I doan’ give him awa!’ Und den my vhife vhas madt enough to oust in two, und vhen I comes home she sthrikes at me mit ter teapot. Do you call him telephone convenience?” oat it a shame, Gee pod ‘“Vhell, some odder times somepody goes r-r-rr-ringing-ing-ring like tunder, und my vhife vhas as pale ash a bedquilt. She tinks dot vhas some occident to me, or some steathpoat blowed cop mit herslster. Her heart beats like It would shump oudt on der floor, and vhen she asks who was killed somepody answers: ‘Ish dot Shake? Say, Shake, how much you gr dot policeman to keep still on on, eh! Ah! dot vhas a fine racket, Shake, but if der oldt vhomans drops on it you vhas gone oop like some Gilderoy’s kite!’ pen my vhife se vhas madt bere seed —_ she packs oop her trunks, und she vhas ready to go vhen I comeshome. Vhasdotsome more convenience by electricity ?” “I shall certainly look into the matter. Such things must be stopped.” “Und sometimes: emp ed rings softly, shust Itke cats, und my vhife wants to know who vhas dot. Me! vhas me? Katie! Who vhas Katie? Vhy, Shake, doan’ you. know dot vidder vhomans you met on boat? Bay, Shake, how vhas der oldt vhomans to-day? Und how vhas dot onme vhen I goes home? Und how can I make der old vhomans pelief | bets I vhasin my saloon all der time, und dot I on ryelrene vidder vhomans cs — of hay: you, Misser Shackson, phone Ee oop my family if I doan’ look oudt. ery day it is ‘hello! Shake!’ und more log th dtalkinglike I vias dor worst more ing un vi we man in it.” He was promised g and permanent re- Hef, and note bak ‘apetalrs to the sidewalk, ‘The Monarch of the American Heath —It Peculiartie: ef Style and Growth, The “Kalmia,” or American laurel, is a well- the middle and northern states. The laurel is much esteemed for its richly varnished ever- green leaves and its splendid array of delicately tinted flowers. It frequently grows in dense brakes in cool. moist places, forming what is called “laurel thickets.” It abounds on the Alleghenies. It grows abundantly on almost every part of the mountain and ts found in im- mense continuous brakes, frequently under dense masses of forest trees, seeming not to be affected by the absence of light. It bears apro- fusion of beautiful white and rose-colored flowers, which are much admired. The leaves and fruit of this species of laurel, the “‘Kalmia,” are poisonous. But by far the most beautiful of the laurel order, the real pride of the mountain, is the “Rhododendron,” or Rose Bay tree. This splendid plant, which is called “big laurel,” is not a laurel, but closely allied to it. It differs from the Kalmia very essentially. The Rhodo- dendron, unlike the Kalmia, is not poisonous and differs in its foliage and inflorescence, being much more imperial and distinguished. With the common laurel it covers considerable tracts of the mountain forests, and. like the common lanrel, seeks the cool, sequestered shades of the deepest wilds, preferring the banks of moun- tain streams and unfrequented places. The Kho- dodendron zrows upon the sand soil in the roughest parts of the mountain, flourishing like an imperial chief of its order in unapprcachable seclusion. Together the Kalmia and Rhododendron form thickets so dense and interwoven that it is al- most impossible for a man or animal to pass through them, thus making a wall as impassa- ble as a Mexican chapparal. They have been from time immemorial the terror of the hunts- man, as his life was in dang@r if he attempted to penetrate their inextricable labyrinths. They are also the horror of the husbandman who has the audacity to attempt to clean the surtace where they grow, and especially are they the trouble of the surveyor, who, with the transit and compass, axe and chain, intrudes upon them. Many a youthtul engineer will remember the days of his chainearrying and rod-fixing through these thickets. The engineer corps who located the railroads across the Allegheny mountains discovered the skeletons of several men who had been lost and starved to death in these thickets of laurel and Rhododendron. The style and growth of the Rhododendron Is peculiar. The stems writhe and twist them- selves together in every conceivable shape of knots and tortulties, and wherever the branches touch the ground they take root and the plant grows afresh at this point. Thus an iffterlaced web of stems, almost as stiff and as hard as iron, is stretched over large extents, which are as im- passable as Mexican chapparal. The lover of the beauty of the woods, however, will find in these sylvan labyrinths, these evergreen seas of living plants, an attractive department of the mountain flora. During the inflorescence of the Rhododendron it is impossible to conceive ofany- thing more beantiful than its mass of flowers; which are borne in large showy terminal corymbs ofclusters. The flowers are of apale rose color, and sometimes snow white, the eos throat of each blossom being spotted with yellow or red. Its large. thick, coriaceous leaves juently at- tain the length of eleven or twelve inches. Du- ring winter and in Intense cold they fold or coil up longitudinally, each leaf showing a roll like a large cigar, which drops down close along the terminal twigs of the bush. When a branch in this condition is carried into a heated chamber, the leaves will beseen expanding and rising from the close, compact bunch, and assuming the flat or patent attitude, the points stretching upward as inthe summer air. In fuil foliage and inflorescence the Rhododen- ron stands the monarch of the American heath, and always impresses the beholder with emo- tions of delight. It presents a striking contrast with the more homely and familiar forms of the other tribes of bushes. a CONFESSIONS OF A GAMBLER, Methods Protecting the Bank and of Fleecing Innocent Players. From the Pittsburg Commercial Gazette. “What are the chances against a player in a suare game of faro?” the reporter asked of an old gambler who stood on Smithfield street lamenting the restrictions that were placed on his business by the Pittsburg police. “Against a sucker—a ‘producer,’ I mean?” in- quired the gambler. “I mean the clerk or merchant that dropsin to tackle the game?” said the reporter. “Well, that’s what we call the ‘producer, the a explained, andthen went on. “That's the class that produces the weaith that makes gambling a business. It is the ‘producer's’ money that keeps the game-going. Thechances he has of win! , With nothing against him, and if he hasn't got a system, and isn’t betting high, are about one out of two, or, maybe, two out of five—that is,he willlose in two out of three or in three ont of five plays against the bank, and no matter how often he wins he is sure to be a dead loser inthe end. Ifhe plays big and has a system the dealer soon gets on to it. If he is struck ona card or plays ‘three on a side,’ or ‘odd and even’ or ‘both endsagainst the mid- die.” it will take the dealer no timetofind eget -| and as it is his duty to protect the bank, he will shuffle the cards so as to lay the player out cold. The player generally sticks to his system and has no chance. If there are a number of persons pis ing of course it is difficult for the dealer to andle the cards in this way, but often the namerous players seen atatable are staked players, who are playing with the bank’smoney, and of whom the dealers takes no notice, as it makes no difference whether they win or not, 80 his whole attention can be given to the pro- ducer. In nearly every bank they havea lot of cappers hanging around. and when a producer comes in they are ‘staked’ to start the game. “The dealer has another trick,” the sport con- tinudd, “‘that we call ‘taking the card by the ear.’ Ifthe player is a ‘high roller,’ that is, a big better, and a favorite card, It may lose for him all the time. In that case the dealer puts it on ite proper pile, but if the player is winning, the dealer will throw this card down carelessly, so that it dosen’t lay equarely on the pile. Pretending to straighten them up, he will slip the card under the pile, and then shuffie them eo that in the next deal the player's chances are to lose; it the player wins again, the dealer wil] again take the card by the ear. These things cannot be done where there are a number of genuine players. for in that case it makes little difference to the bank who wins or loses, the players playing each other's money and the bank having the benefit of the splits.” “And this is what you call a square game?” “Why, of course; all this is done merely to protect the bank, which must have some pro- tection. Ina brace game the player stands no more show of w.nning than he does of swallow- ing a light rod. In the square game there is some show for him. But = player has his system with which he expects to break the bank, he finds out in the end the truth of the saying that there never was a system the dealer couldn’t beat. These things are , ast said, to protect the bank. Tt is often subject to losses by shoe-string players, who, being deeply in debt. manage to get hold of a few dollars, and, haying nothing much to lose, conclude try their luck. Sometimes a fellow wins or €700 off @ ‘shoe-string,’ as we call &. E i & E 3 5 ? is aytle 5 or $! back, and, if luck is still with him, may & tew more hundred. But talk about it as may, faro is the fairest and squarest game, if @ man must gamble I'd advise him to tackle nothing else.” Ea 9u26-1m Washington, D. C- OLD CIDER VINEGAS, PURE SPICES, GREEN GINGER. ous 3s Fesnaplvanis 87000 known bush, growing on all the mountains of IST OF LETTERS REMAINING THB ‘WASHINGTON CITY PoeT OFFICe SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1883. Se Saas Gers tF- If not Ra called for within one month they will be sen LADIES’ LIST. Aqua: Mise Louis Beas Miae Anderson Ida Mins mucknens Lirzie Mime Boxley Lucy Mre lacvouald Sarah Bowen Kute Mise. 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