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Lucknow Sentinel, 1891-03-06, Page 2'What Saved Her. Just a little frozen pond - call it Silver like. Just ih little maidens 'Heald the ice will break. Jut little pair of skates Strapped to dainty' feet. Maiden vereetimit3, Stylish tipengh and sweet, Just *little pebble, Frozen in the ice; Maiden skating backwards, Thinks Act dosing niee- Skatoe they strike the pebble, Shilele the rend the air, Likewise maiden Clutches It in Mad desair. . 1vervbody gnee, Thinking ad, Or ht shhasurely Cracked her stately head. An their fears are windrow, , w.�ill- � btthepTetitiyli Wore a Psyche knot. • to send the servant from the room before I opened the letter and read :- "Mx Deas BOY: ".It,is possible, I.pm afraid even prob- able, that you are hnpielled to rely too mach uponeppinione.. A 14,710.sogokpgatiolt. my own *I es thnitybu hive grown into the theory that eve rthing nose it should be because It iq. 0e I Would d haverit. The thile will 'conte Wh,9n you Will dieoover that this fe not a safe criterion, and'T fear that then yon will be justly tempted to reproach me. If I aid you to make this dieoovery, before veS&la2-led, man i t.4.1•rtuyr permanent injnryt I may, thereby, escape a reproaohful thought, and merit instead that which I most long for and have meet sought for, uw- J j:.tr;l^o7, -- " 1 am about to indulge a lite -long desire to vieit America and the far east. Were yon with me, I ehonld myself be infinitely happier ; but I am consoione that- only in being left to yourself will you discover and be able to utilize the independence of free. dom ; therefore, I leave you abruptly. It is the only way that I can accomplish the THE PRIMA DONNA. He did not enter -the studio, ho only stood upon the threshold for an instant, aYI Goa 'era Air sit ,, . n net yet llea'olock? That le good... _ I am glad that; you are going early, Anthony, for Prof. Soarlatti is growing a xions about yon. He tells me that you are running down from overwork. Poseil,iy you have. some important engagement bat you aro keeping ; but it not, I should be glad to have you drive with me for half hour down the;,river. It is a glorieas day, and the borne are at the door. Gen you ? " "Prof. Soarlatti ie an ase 1 ' I replied, finding it necessary to vent n' y wrath upon a ;; come one. " NevettheIeee, I -hall be very glad,$o drive with you. I v ill come at once." Turning to Leonora, 1 simply ven- tured to slay : " I than cape()ti you tomor- row, at nine, as usual." Then, leaving the palette and bruahee for her to clean, I went eat; without venturing. to look baok. I was angry with my father for calling me away, although, as ever, I was surely going of my own free will ; while my very anger and reluctance hastened my footetepe as I turned and followed him. CHAPTER VIII. THE NIGHT AND THE MO1NING. My atonishment, that from hie position • on' the'threehold- ot• the studio, -he should - have noticed the change at all, prevented --- my speaking for a moment, and - when I would have acknowledged my indebtnese to his oritioiem, he continued : " I have been wondering -it would be a new eeneation and would startle the world • little, but then the world needs startling, it is growing so languid and and drowsy of late --bow world it strike you, the idea of preparing-osimpenion_pieoes_®f._.the.-eiZ4-Ot- the one which yon have jaet completed ?. Call them, for instenoe, The Night and The Morning. The one which you have, with very alight changes in the color -tints and a touch of sadnees in expression, would make a remarkably' 'beautiful Night, while I should judge from tbe little sketch whioh you made , me upon the Rhine (I was look. ing at it yesterday) that Mina's fade would be wonderfully expressive of the light, and the trothand the beauty of Morning. may not please you, you know, and there is surely no necessity ; but it will do no harm to ihiiak it over for it day or two be- fore yon pledge yourself to give this work at -once tothe public. , I am sure that it would enhance the beauty and the valve of both toprepare such a companion piece. Call that The Morning and this The . Night." r orthe first time in my life I understood not only my father's words, but what he meant by them. Like the song of the Lore- lei, they echoed in my heart : " Call that The Morning and pall this The Night." Considering my praotioal stupidity in the pact, it mask have ' surprised my father when, for onoe, I answered direotly to his thought, " She is not coming again to the studio." " Yon have discharged Leonora ? " he asked, looking into my eyes for an instant. " No, I did not disoharge her," I replied ; ".but she told me .this morning that . she would never come again." " Was she looking for more money or - something? " he said more to himself than to me. " I am sure it was not money," "replied, for I offered her more to stay, and it only made her no angry that she threw her puree, with all that I had paid her in it, at my feet, and refused to touch it. I urged her to remain, but she deolared that 'she would not come again, even for a Bingle day." I said this much, simply to clear Leonora from what I considered do unjust suspicion. The day before I'should not have hesitated a moment to tell my father all, and oven then I ehould have wondered had I no- ticed a frown upon his forehead, but today I could not tell him, for I began to .realize that it might wound him to feel that he `had done it. I had become oo used to his oaring for me that I constantly expected it;' but it was a new eeneation, to oars for him; and thio is why I think that I had begun to love him. He turned about and looked at me searohingly for a moment, when, eud- ,denly comprehending even the look, I ex- claimed indignantly " Father, are you thinking that I—" " Thank yon, Anthony," he said, inter- rupting me and speaking more earnestly than I had ever heard him speak before. "Whatever I was thinking, I think it .no more." Then after a moment's pause, he -added : " She must have been behind the -screen yesterday when I looked at your painting." " She was there, father," I replied, reluc- tantly, and eagerly added : "I am glad that she was there. Everything is as it should be." For a long time we rode on in eilenee. Had I known the tenor of his thoughts I• .might better have comprehended the mean- ing of his 'next expiyeseion, spoken more to himself than to me. As it was, 1 only real- _ ized that in an undertone he repeated that old watchword : " It is woe to the world because of our offences, though it must neede be that offences come. but woe npon him by whom the offenoee comes." CHAPTER IX. PEO]iFTL\6�. • The breakfast table the next morning was set for only one, and as "entered, the •servant handed me a letter, with the aetonnd- ing information that my father had left Florence the night before on the express for the North. • With trembling hand I broke the seal, • . and u foreboding premonition- warned MO lades o_43k..oe own criterion and follow your individual promptiiiga implicitly. Feel that yon are under no authority, for i give you my most solemn pledge that l will endorse, without when I return. "Draw upon my bankers se you will. They have inetruotions that whatever I babe is absolutely at your disposal. "Conoerning our oonvereation this after- noon, I need not tell' you, I believe, that I bad no intention or desire to be overheard when I was in your etadio; yet possibly; I do not regret it; for if something had not opened her eyes or yoaro yon might have followed a path which I followed, in the same ignorance and in the end neither you nor I could have avoided the impreeeion that I was somewhat reeponeible for what. ever came of it. This responsibility and result I can dread as you cannot now, know- ing as I do the unutterable misery which your mother suffered, and the hell whose fires that suffering lighted, in my life. I painted my morning first and let it go from me ; and all my life, since then, I ieavebeen working upon my night. So far, the work which you have will make a better night than morning, and I thank heaven that I sip ak while ott havo it et in' our control: What then ?y For yon -God grant it 1 Out of the night, then the morning. Yon can- not do better."' I crashed the letter in my trembling hand, lit it in the blaze of a eririt lamp burning under my coffee urn, laid it upon my unused breakfast plate and silently watched it until the last atom was devoured. The pbceaix which rose from those ashes, to -live -and bannt-zee; to-enter-my-bodrosm at night, to kit beside nee at the table, to walk with me unbidden through the streets, tp hold my palette unasked at the easel, was the spirit of that last refrain : • " Oat of the night, then the morning. You cannot do better." It had followed me from the Lorelei to Florence; it followed me from Florence to the Lorelei. 4 half-hour later, as I meohanioally entered my stulio, the keeper of the build- ing .gave me Leonore's duplicate key. I took it without comment, and, entering, looked the door behind me. I was alone, and very much needed to be alone. Until ten years before,, my only oonsoions wieh had been to please Mina, Through the ton years my father's thoughts and foot- steps had been inexorable low. I had never in my life discovered an oocasion for oon- sidering the wisdom of anything. I had never had any reason to ask myself : " Shall I do thio ? " I had never..found an oppor- tunity requiring me to say : " I will not do that." No one had ever eaid to me " You must," or, doabtlese, like other boys, I should have found a will and a way of my own, in direct opposition, and anted upon many a oonsoions prompting of combative volition.. As it was, however, at four -and - twenty, having mastered more than an or- dinary university demands of the non-pro- feesionbl, and having gained a point in art that was far beyond my years, I was guilt. lees of ever having acted upon an original idea or an independent thought. That is what was left alone in Florence, biaaer, iu follow its individual promptings implicitly. Never, I think, was mortal so completely fettered by emancipation as he who sat in my studio that morning, trying to realize that for the fink time in hie life he was absolutely free. Promptings ? What were they ? He looked vacantly about the studio and his eyes fell upon the " Sunrise." Ah 1 there wee ono wish of hie father's left him, after all, and he grasped it as though it were a treasure he had Bought for ages. Arming himeelf with large portions of brown and bine, two colors which bad hardly found a possibility for themselves in the entire.00mpoeition, he began to work upon the painting with almost the energy of despair. Hour after hour he bent over the canvas, in fiendish glee, that, for one day, at least, he was defying the fate that would drive him to his own, individual promptings. The roseate hues faded before his touch to sombre grey. The fleecy mists forgot their enowy lustre, and threatened storm. The smile upon the lips departed before a sentiment as sad as though a sigh had just escaped them. The epee -ah 1 they were happy, laughing eyes -he touched them. Joy vanished and they shone instead with tears. I started back from the canvas in terror. The figure before me was Leonora still, lint it was Leonora as I had seen her the day before, when I suddenly looked np to find her weeping. It was Leonora as she posed for me yesterday, the model for my work to -day. Stepping back, I examined the result more carefully. Yee, it was " Night" in every feature and sentiment, and invol. nntarily I exclaimed : " What an improve- ment, - Who could have believed how in- tensely the darkened olonda and deeper shadows would bring out the grace and beenty of the form half hidden, holt dis- closed by them. Wondering, I asked myself bow my father could have seen so accurately that " a little change in the color -tints" would make of the " Sunrise ". a " Night" so mnoh more beautiful. And thus I came again to the old ronolneion : it was my father's work, not mine ; hili verrdiet, `ever so bitter, ever so true, that 1 could do better. I bad dreaded his criticism when it was my daily bread, and now as intensely I longed for it, the moment there was no hope of his coming in to say : " In this light, in that line, Anthony, I think that you can do better." As I stood before the printing, I oonld see point after point where his angeestion had made it what it was. But beyond that, •there was. nothing ; nothing but Leonora and her tears. Then my eyes fell from the painting and rested, by ohenoe, upon the little purse, lying where Leonora had thrown It. I,had vaguely hoped that • have parried otit hie will? Could I more sorupulonely have followed my own? Whether it was his will or my own that would be rioting upon nee I oonld not tell. It had always been so, and even in hie ab - untie it wee so again. But I mast see :aha. would not he too prong too :>iaket it -whit Mina's face before I, -painted. it, • That„ at her when she went ; though • I knew ver well that elle wenld leave it there, 00, ae z picked it ,up, and held it in my band, I almost felt that I had robbed her. Gently T caressed it, as though the kindness of the tonoh might in some way atone for my rudeness. Why should I not have regretted being rude lo Ievouora ?, Who tiuuld Have offended her without regretting it ? She was poor while,.I was rioh. Onoo I had e gir Apt h t o]C POt - 1 `n tie'rne�s o ' ` n enedk ariYrb IelieYng kindness from the rich. At least I oonld return the money to her, and that I would do. She might not wfeh to take it from me personally, but I oonld easily send it by a police messenger, and turned at onoe to the door, intent upon following this first individual prompting. Oh, the fateful saroasm of thoee .?.:_,ymsaw"''�"�J�S"xd"�YF�'b?3t.2S`�"ae't.ef�.e' memorable day and dreaming again the dreamthat -hadwarned me to leave -Bop- pard ; with so mnoh in it whioh at the time was incomprehensible, but now appeared so grapbioally prophetic. In the rapid notion of the years which had followed I had practically forgotten the dream, in its minute details, but now they returned to me ae vividly as when I cloned my eyes in the little attic chamber, and I was astoniehed to discover that that dream had presented an exact picture ;of my actual studio in Florence. It was as aoeurate as the image of the grim rock had been, and I shuddered,• as when I first name upon the real Lorelei. I could not for one moment doubt that some spirit hand had dealt with me, that night ; but what was the meaning of it all ? b had brought me a mesoage in that little, attic ohamber of nnsophistioated ignorance. I had heard it then, but had not understood it. I realized its importance more emphat- feally today, but was still as ignorant ae before. Alas 1 " They have eyes, but they see not ; ears have they, but they hear not." I knew that with prophetic power a voice had spoken to me. I felt that ik spoke as one -having -authority, -and that -the message which it brought me must be of portentous valve ; but I could not, at.least I did not, understand it. I only comprehended the trivial portions which had already been fol. filled, and mutely realized that the warning, whatever it was, bore upon eomething still in the future, beyond the brow of the cliff, where, from a hight.to which I oonld not attain, I still seemed to see my Mina look- ing down. andeinginge- (To be Continued). least, was neoeesary, and, forgetting that I wag not-perfeot, Iresolved to go at onoe to Mina. So far as I had any immediate promptings in the matter I followed them implicitly. CHAPTER X. OUT 01' THE NIGHT, THEN—? Very muoh as I left Boppard "wont away from Florence, before daylight the next morning, without waiting to say farewell to It was along but not a dreary journey, for there was too mnoh that was new and too mnoh of the first journey, to recall, for it to grow monotonous ; and, in spite of my anxiety to see Mina, I stopped first at St. (Ioar, yielding to an irresiatible desire to walk up the river a little way and stand again just aver the Rhino from the Lorelei. The fascination amounted almost to ,terror a moment, when he who heat ides a s lost. At the door I paused just long enough for a parting glance et the memento, attracted for the instant by the delicate aroma per- vading the air about everything pertaining to Leonora. This was the last time that I should ever tonoh anything that was hers, and, as I looked at it with a onrions sug- gestion of pain et the thought of parting, I wished that I might keep it. Leonora had been so kind, so gentle, so patient, I could never forget her, and just for old associa- tions' sake how pleasant it, would be to have/some little token --only a silk embrq dered purse -to remind me of the week paint Not Op that had flown so swiftly while I was ing the " Sunrise." . I shuddered 1 the " Night." nine the door, I went into the outer room; but my fingers olosed rebelliously about the little purse, and again I panned. Was not this following my own individual promptings ? • I held it up to the light ; a delicate piece of needlework, done by her own hands, no doubt, for she had shown nee several exquisite patterns of embroidery which she had executed with wonderful skill. That -little--purse -would.-be--a--most--preoions souvenir to me, if I could but rid the memory of the thought of the rudeness through whioh I came - by it. 1 turned about irresolutely. At levet I was trying to follow my own promptings. When I was angry, Leonora palmed me. When I was gloomy she cheered me. When my thoughts persistently hung among question, whatever you are and have b3en np1easent-fanotes,.she.gently nrned_thAm back upon my work again. And she was so beautiful. Now shewas gone and I should mise it all. Why had I not appro. ciated it when it was mine ? If I should keep that little puree, wonld it not some- times be aimed like having Leonora back again ? . I slowly retraced my steps. She did not like to be a model, and only consented because she was poor. Purees she conld�embroider without number, but money was what she needed. . A happy thought came to me (or was it unhappy ?) that I might double the amount of money which I sent to her ands keep the puree ; for an even exohauge would be norobbery, and, withal, it might posaible act in some measure as an anionement for my rudeness to her. With this thought I went resolutely to my desk, and upon the rosewood cover emptied and counted the contents of the purse. Every florin which I had paid her was there. I wondered that she had spent nothing of it all when she wee so poor and took some gold from my pocket, more than doubling she emonnt, thinking, perhaps, of the trembling hand which ahungry boy bad extended, ten years before, toward the firet piece of gold whichhad ever Dome within his reach. Then sitting down, with careful consideration I wrote :- " SIGNoi3INe " I very greatly regret that I offended you, and more than you can realize I should appreciate your forgiveness. If you will be as generous in forgetting my unkindness as you were in aiding me about my work, you will take the enolosed as your due. It was worth mach more than this to me simply to have you as the model for my painting ; therefore, if you refuse it, it can only indi- cate that you are unforgiving and that yon regret having dome to my studio, whioh would be a punishment to me, more I think than I justly deserve." I looked from the note to theempty purse and wondered if there were .anything in it all that would pause my father to frown. Was not this following my individual promptings ? On leaving the studio I was surprised to find thatthesun was -setting over the Arno. It had hardly seemed an hoar to me since the early morning, when I entered. Crude as the inspiration was, it was the strongest and most absorbing that day whioh had ever held me before the easel. , On reaching home I found oneofmy tu- tors waiting for me, but angrily I refused to see him! That, at least, was my own prompting. It I could net have my father with ms I would sit, through the long even- ing with no other companion than my die- consolete self. At one time I even thought of following him. I looked over the table of train departures, but it was too late, and even though I could have found him, which, doubllese, would have been impoeaible, I realized that till I had followed his advice and after the night had prodnoed the morn- ing, I should be anything bat proud to present myself before him, and•utterly. un•' worthy of the longed -for commendation : es You cannot do batter." Suddenly, as the thought came to me, I eprang to ray. feet with an exclamation of delight. There was Yet left me an expressed wish of my father's that was still nnfollowed. How bed I come to overlook'oo great a blessing? Upon the " Night " my brush and brain unaided could do no more. When he returned, his eye would instantly discover faults that, still lay hidden there, and I should see them and correct them. But for me, the Night was finiehed. Finished ? Was the night for me finished ? Ab 1 how little I knew about anything. I thought that it wain •flnisbed, and I eagerly` said to myself : " After the night, then the morning. I Cannot do better." My father had very distinctly indicated that Mina's face should be the model for my " Morning," and that with my heart better than with my band I ehonld paint it, till in reality se in art she proved the lieht, the truth and the beauty of my day. Was it not eel' Could ,I tamp' deferentially THE LAST OF TECUMSEH. Gorgeous Military Funeral of General Sherman, New York in ]iiourning—Floral rlbutee • From Neat Point. A New York despatob says : New Yorkis paying every possible tribute of reepeot to she memory of «en. Sherman. The dawn et his i'uuer:rl-°rcr-irvrpnad bright Gad elm= Its light fell on thousands of the national Sage floating at half-mast from public and me b0.ijdiip .&Jrk@ The courts rem ., ermined oi$otieat'-eind�oie€�rurinng�5b=trueiri�`v����---,�•-'�'�' noon. General business was brought almost to a standstill: One hundred policemen under command of Inepeotot: Steers .anal Capt. Bergbold, marded the blo k in 71st street, between Eighth and Ninth avenues, in which the Sherman house is situated, from the intrusion of all exoepting those especially were permitted to enter *nomoms.`' A number -of wreaths of flowers were received at the house this morning from intimate friends of the Sherman family. Among them was one large wren h of pink and white roses resting on a bac ground of evergreens, sent by Mrs.Andrew d. Carnegie. A few minutes ,before 11 o1elook a large floral shield was received fat the house from Weet Point cadets. The ehield was six feet in height end four feet broad. It wie made of white and bine immortellee and bore the inscription, " William Tecumseh Sher • - mam, from. his Westpoint boys' oleee of 1840." At the top of the shield was the American Eagle worked in bineimmortelles and at the bottom a sword and soabbard in the same flowers. The hose of the shield was made of white calla lillies. About 12.25 the caisson draped in blank and drawn by four horses- was drawn up in front of the Sherman House. The horses were mounted by regulars and en army officer was in oharee. At the caisson was an orderly leading the blaok charger which bore the military trappings 1 the general. A black velvet covering ;most- hid_t,knhat_e_e_beam view,-bnt_th0299 a and' saddle were plainly conepiououe. The r eervioes were over at 12,30. The prayers were read, by Rev. Father Sherman. In the front parlor were all of the members of the family. Secretary. Blaine and wife and Mrs. Damroaoh were present in another room. Father Sherman was aaeieted by Rev. Father Taylor and two other priests. ANomann Si'R1KH THREATE+7ESJ. The Pennsylvania Company Propose to Resist Employees' De oc. ands. A Pittsburg despatch says : The Pennsylvania company which operates the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago ; Pittsburg, Cincinnati and St. Louis ; Cleveland and Pittsburg, and the other leased lines of Pennsylvania west of Pitts: burg, have refaced the demands of 3,000 conduotoes, brakesmen, engineers, firemen and baggy ;emestere. The advance demanded would amount to $558,636 per year. This amount, capitalized at 3i per oent., represents over $19,000,000 or more than enough to doable-traok the north-west and south-west systems between Pittsburg and their western and southern termini, or almostenough to build and egnirra com- peting lino between Pittsburg and Chicago. The shareholders of the Pennsylvania oom. pony have had no dividend on their invest- ment in eight years. The Pittybnrg, Cin- einnati, Columbus, and St. Louis Railway Company have never had a dividend. The' demands mast therefore be refused. HART) ON PARNELL. The Bishop of Dromore Issues a Letter to his Diocesan Clergy. A London cable says : The Bishop of Dromore has sent a letter to the olergy of his diooeee, in which he warns the faithful not to attend Mr. Parneli's meeting in Newry. He Gaye he hopes the poisoned atmosphere of the divorce court, and the filthy, disgusting, and scandalous details of the O'Shea ogee have not reached his diocese. The proposed meeting, he declares, will be a wanton insult to religion, to the bishop, and to the priests, and a laudation of a heaven•i nreed prime. " Lot God ariee," he says, " and His enemies will be oonfounded. Forbearance has encouraged Shia ingnity. Let the brave men and true, who love godliness and hate adultery, nee lawful means to save the honor and good fame of their mothers, wivoe, and dieters, by resenting the daring aggression of thoee attempting to prostitute the oonntry . to aggrandize an individual and hide their own filthy conduct." Marvellous Aluminum. Eugene Cowlee and a few otber4 gentle- men of this city have unique souvenirs, or pooket pieces. It is is coin about the size of a dollar, made of pure aluminum. To the eye • it resembles in sheen and color et silverdollar, but take it up aid it is as light as a paper. The coin is atamped with a picture of the Haymarket Theatre 'in Chicago, and bears suitable ineorip- tions. Mr. Cowles says the imprint of the die oan never be effaced by the corroding apt of time. Bury an aluminum ooin, and at tbe end of 10,000 yeera the inscriptions will be as plain ae ever. Had theanoienta• need aluminum for their coins, in place of gold and silver, we would know Medi more about their customs than we do, for such knowledge hap bean loot through the blurred and indistinct inscriptions upon the coins of antiquity that' have come down to ns. The souvenir° wore pre-' rented by Elijah Davis, a colored man, formerly of this city, but now . part owner of the Haymarket Theatre. -Lockport Union. Mrs. Langtry is about t4 withdraw her " Antony And Cleopatra," which has been a losing epecniation and will appear in Roan Ooghlan's new play, " Lady Barter." According to thea returns from the 'las oensue there are about 15,000 Canadians in Buffalo. Buffalo brewers say they gen nae West- ern barley, but it is not either ae good or ae economical as the Cenadian•grown, which is richer. ^rraa r€Kaz�. A Naval Officer Contributes Some Facts In Its History. ' I a the several articles that have ap- oeered lately, says a naval offioer in the New York Times, appropoa of the meaning of the nautical term "knot," no mention has been made of the reasonfor selecting 28 and 14 seconds as the intervals to be marked by the sand glass, instead of the more simple half and quarter minute -an oversight which leaves the discussion still in much obadurity. The knot of the log line within my own memory measured an even eight fathoms and was divided into quarters of two fathoms by stripe of bunt- ing pricked Into the strands of the line. The successive lengths of eight fathoms were marked with strands of yarn knotted with one, two, three, etc., knots, whence the name. The speed of the ship was invariably designated as so many knots. end fathoms of this line . measured by a' suitable glass. The proportion . 3,600 seconds : 30 seconds : : 6,086 feet : 50.7 feet shows a reasonably close approxima- tion to a half -minute interval and an eight -fathom knot ; end it is my impres- sion that these were the original time and length units. Which was the first adopted would be hard to say ; perhape the half - minute ; because it was a convenient time interval in: heaving the log in the early days of slow speeds ; then the eight -fathom knot, because, it was easy to m'eas'ure, per- mitted a ready division into halves and quarters, and was quite accurate enough for the speeds and methods of the day,. With the advent of clipper shine, • higher speedo, and improved methods of naviga- tion a revision beoame necessary, and the first change was from a halt minute to twenty-eight seconds, still preserving the eight -fathom knot. The fourteen -second, glass then followed to prevent too much lino running out at the higher speeds. The lagt change was to shorten the knot eight inches in oonformity with the pro- positipn, 3,600:28:: 6,086:47,34, and to do away with the halves.and quartere, ' instead divisions of two-tenths markeaet. before. The columns of the logbooks pre- served for some time the old headings " knots" and " fashions," giving place only in recent years to " knots" and " tenths." THE IMPERIAL PARLIAMEi T.I, A Close Vote on the iuisestablishment Question—The Newfoundland Question Again Discussed. A London cable says : Baron Henry de Worms, Political Secretary of the Colonial Office, in the House of Commons, in aneweir to a question upon Newfoundland matters, said that the Government of .Newfoundland had protested against the fact that the convection between Newfoundland end the United States bad not been sanctioned hp� the Imperial Government. Baron da\ Worms added that the documents relating to the Frenoh modes vivendi and the Waehington convention negotiations would be laid before the Honae before the vote on the colonial estimi<ten was taken, so ae to enable the House to dieouse fully the Home .Government's action in the matter. In the House of Commons this evening Morgan's resolution in favor of diseatab liehment of the church in Wales was rejected by 235 to 203. The close vote with greeted with -loud Opposition cheers. , Mr. Gladstone made a speech in favor of disestabliehment. His argument, Chet an enormous majority of the Welsh were ont- aido tho pale of the church,,,, mind : that the opinion of the people expressed in a oon- etittitional manner demanded an equitable settlement, met with the heartiest response from his followers. A despatch to the New York World Flays that the Brazilian Assembly is likely to reject the lately concluded reciprocity treaty with the States.