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HomeMy WebLinkAboutLucknow Sentinel, 1891-04-03, Page 2, • „ 11, Al'We W14. 'any Ton it ilrieuttlX b& thine as we want '010.you know The !Op* 41) 00 oonfoundealy dew ; • POStheral many a *W. AnditheWII Mao/ sel/P. A44, *WO meiiy s afP• . u qte weary and weary and blue, • ,1149l1140 we OAP; AO Sawa d all like to do. Itwe be4iParber.11 that wouldn't go prosy. If we only daemons who wouldn't fget dozy, g Ulawyers weren't 1lY, ltdrinitors weren't dry. • ,If folks wouldn't die - B rind by. W.'d all try To see how unblushingly good we could grow. ecwue have theme as we want 'eni, you Ow File dun of _mend, ,; 3t enlybara one mild be made of WON sound, Ana similar trash; • If wa bad lots 0 cash. • If-44thotit being rash- ' ' We could Mash, Like dash., Any ellueliterof aye when -we oared to do so. Thome d sorter have things as we want 'em itiiu know • But when we , down to a mere business base .7g1,5tr.sY 7 40, 1.• S , , 4 ;1,e4414pfm,„,,,04,VifiaigiV.V7W.4t whole night long. Without any minim volition, however, and evidently agaiust every inclination of the momont, r turned deliberately end walked rapidly away. eiroeger On *9 Sie• Oven ,pt that movie" utituthelaoli=that instead of going tome --I found myself hurrying at once to my Atudio. It Was Bulldog morning, just after mid- night. Entering the studio I lit a lamp and took from its hiding place .the large °envoi, which had so long been waiting to became the companion to the " Night." What was my intention? I say it soberly and truthfully: when I took a crayon in • y hand end stood before that blank eau - vas I had absolutely no knOwledge of what I ,g InAPAVF-!IYa722A.UF"--",--acr tan .1 *new in those morning mists upon the Rhine why it was that I was leaving Boppard. I had even been for some minutes engaged upon my work before the outlines appearing entideny aroused me 10 the foot that I was drawing upon the canvas the• rook, the river, the widen of Mina as I had seen them in my dream -the design for my "Morning." When once I understood it I laug - • mo el an, nommessmsommi....„,mommomis 1,5 how it had led me to the Lorelei and held Int there ; bow it had plaoed a mirror to my faceellowing me the end from the be- ing ; and bow -the beginning and end wa, thifi.:1414.tiRfi, 9f_ etZoridel, Tlitew—then why it was that, at last, Ole power was so strong upon me. This was its final effort,. For twelve years 111 had been with me, speaking to me in many tonguing, ever bringing to me the same message. I had often dumbly wondered what the message was, but bad thought lege of it than the einging of the Lorelei, and had never oomprehended its warning. Now I felt instinctively that, with the com 1 ti f hi --ztstialix-waZ116--Vert p on t eliskinnt At last he epoke to me, in the awe low voice and deliberate way that bid ever elided the turbid °arrant of my We, turn- ing.whithereoever he would, asYlb/c; --',Authony, dear -boy, you have conquered at last. Yon have done all that you wished to do, all that yon will ever do with the brnah. Now let the captive go. Yon hive kept your word and studied faithfully. I have fulfilled my proruiee. You cannot do better." " Father " I cried, clutching for the - loved form that was fading away from ale. 'I Father! "1 gasped, groping for the guid- ing power that led me and wae leaving me. ARiftitt AKR-49.5..tkfA, With p upon the Rhine the mists engulfed him, the guiding power would go from me and and as upon the Rhine I fell senseless the messenger depart unheeded, hie patient toward his retreating figure, and , lay, labor with me lost through my own blizid- =Genie:ions, at the feet of the Lorelei. noes and bigotry. Sampson's looks were Two days and a night tired nature bad being shorn with every 'stroke of my brush toiled for that upon the Rhine. Two days upon the oenvas. I could not have realized and a night tired nature had toiled for this the feat more clearly had a finger of fire upon the Arno. written it for me upon the wall. 1 raw and " CHAPTER XVII. knew that I was building there a tomb have been color-blind. 1 cen sit with patience, yes,even with intermit, and dig. cues with able physiolans their Varforia theories : overwork, eibedetlea, a fearful strain- of -the optic- nerveavtbrOtlifb-tbe long night, to catch, in the lamplight, the reality in abide of the changed colon ,• then the reaction, the fall, the deliriunhall °endue- ing to optical parelysis, bse 'oh began the illoolor-blindnese and since become ooro- plate. I can Helen ewe with delight. now, (To be Continued. 'N, IPTINVEI BQunr,e IMO= n Wei (Ms. ,,i• had on*- that wa • ' 4-o'L The out lamurn, Andwo sigh nice a Turk, As there's no °bailee to shirk, • or to lurk, While we work For our grub by the sweat of our brow here • below. • %Anse coinge-iszet just as we want 'on, you -Yankee made. RE PRIMA DONNA. Thus I turned to my books and my easel "gain, in a spirit of dogged endursnoe, Mindly devoid of ony new motiv.i whets°. ever; 'for "What is man Shit thou art mindful of him ? was to me a foolish toe:Sion, with little meaning and no role- 7--itisteyf only an outburst of Hebrew devotion ; • poetio Hoene° in the exalted humility of • ancient composition. • I should as quickly have asked: " What is Mina that I should , be,mindful of her?" And verily I think that I should have seen nii possible differ. enoe betwixt, us tvialm- Ili is very easy, now, to see how egotist!. ... *idly I overvalued myself and how omen; .. And blindly I undervalued Mina ; but I loved her still, and thosgbI would_na-go- again to the olfirli-ikihe hotel, • when she : - bad appealed to my 'honor and melanoma to leave her, I did, night after night, walls ' .down the Arno and lean upon the embank.lentwel), opposite the hotel, after the opera had•olosed, and look up at the great . w dews, which I easily diaoovered opened upon Mina' iipartmente, and a onriOull .• sendation---of-eatiefootionr-or, over me, • bringing happinese with.the thought that I might thus, theoreticallraten, 'touch 'but the hem of her garment, and as the remain- hig.nights grew fewer I realized painfully • ' . how muoh I Should mise he; when ehe was 'r. • gone. I even thought at times of following her, to live at least in the atmosphere whioh , Om wit -breathing.. I Might hove done eo, •,;,t$Oesibly.: I cannot tell; bat one • night she -AMMO to the window. In the soft light , • ' shining from within I could distinctly see ' her Midi -rammed by the fool that in the darkaile below I was invisible, I looked up -' -• boldly and eagerly. She pushed open the • ' swinging gash and, leaning upon the embel- , liehedomenienti turned a little till her eyes Wandered down the • eilver Arno. I could , not look into them but I oould see the faoe , • most dietinotly in the light, Which ;seemed ,..,. _almost : to -emanate from • the Mesas of ' . loosened hair that fell like golden sunshine . about her face. . Breathlessly I Mood there, doubting . if I . were waking, fearing lot I might still be , .sleeping ; sleeping in the little attio ohamber. • on 'the Rhine; for there above me,' looking \ .down into the clear, blue water 1 saw -not . the face of Mina at I bad known it in Bop. pard and yet preoliely the 'face of Mina that had followed me through all these ,• , yeara-the lovely face of the vision that ..,' ear= to me in my drawn; the beautiful •k•,4,:angel that beyond the phantom was beckon. - Ing me on to the Lorelei. The face thrt •. bad promised 'me a life out of death, a victory out of defeat, a triumph game • day, Mate where, for Mina and for me, bidden ,.7,detip in the heart of the Lorelei. • '" Again I stood ebuddering before the prophet, whose hand had painted for me in „. ;my dream the beautiful Mae of Mina se 1 ' ..should see it twelve long pare afterward. •••Again, with eyee, but not to read the riddle, . With ears bus not to hear the voice, with a heart incapable of oodiprehending, I aeked • anyeelf : "What is the menage ? .What is the secret that it shouktimpart ? " ,While-1---was--wonderinik-a-nd the gray atone walle of the hotel seeming M. the derknees to be *ha ledge Of rook and the . Arno the bine water of the Rhine, them Mole from the window one soft note' and .- . then another. I could hardly heir them, even in the stilly night, yet more diatinoily than the clanging of an orchestra eaoh monad reverberated about me. Ili was soft and low; and yet, if over a voice were • , Sweeter to mortal ear, if ever a song made . , .gladder the heart of man, it must have emanated from beyond the 'limits of this world end hate been sung by angels. This it was to me, though it was the song that - '• for twelve year& I had hated as one could • .. Only hate a spectral raVett never flitting , from the bust above big door : ' "Ioh webs nicht, war; soil es bedeuten. • „ Dee loll so traurig bin ;" - I listened to the very end, and the end was the Mine little trill, as though we were sway upon the bilk' of Boppard and she , Who sang it Was jos* my little Mina as of old. lam eure that I ehonld have applauded, ''•';" Oblivion° of all the intervening years and ' Ohangee had not Mina recalled me to my. k • li trelf by turning abruptly from the window, AlStiving Me alone with my thoughts in the rk street, by the river wall, upon, the rno. Could she, " Iasked myself, " by any Ability have ming that song and not '1" thought of me ? ' • ft grim Lorelei, towering above me, ht the first warm glow of ennriee. *di nt horizon of my darkened ' life f;00 3 y and the gladness of the faintest tliing y of oomingday. The clouds a . e east eeeme moving westward, liqikt of burnished silver, breaking, un- t/ling for me the first bright flush of morning. No inolhiation with me at that meat could have been stronger than to - Main where I wail, watohing that open itAtidow, Mire that, me long, Mina most 'aliarrs'to ft, if for -nothing more Shan to -- 0.16i giving -me more glimpee of her. o tom I mould hive waited patiently tho reseselo • .0,-- ' laismairsegagrvaiii41....6.7,4becib47,4/44,44,‘,444444,41,04,74,,,,,7:74,r "0! course! What else could have been the completion of the pr the professional triumph of my 1 victory for Mine and for Me but th lel?" There wae no need of a eketoh t anymore than there had been a She real rook, over the river, the da I made the first study from that dr my father's inspection. Only the of the rook appeared, filling the lo* of the oanva, and a shimmer of w the bottom, as though in the diets below; while seated upon the brow cliff was the life-ize figure, not wre mantling clouds and misto as I had lanned for the "Sunrise," but env O golden hair; a halo of inherent I honld be, if all the power and imp n me could reproduce the effect as ecu it that night, in the window. MT as drawing I saw the whole compl olor ; fancy after fancy followed my s it led me on ; for before I had fl he details in my mind, my hand h eady finished them upon the came. Call it inepiration. Call it wha ill, I am aure of one thing that it w for without anerasure or a single II able endeaveri to aceomplish_aome hioh a a ifoi result, or produce e th Molt would pereistently appear impe e work went on. As if I stood as I often, behind my father's chair, wat m work, during my first lesson, I en before that canvas, equally cone at I was not doing the work myself. As the first warm light of morning -%,:trataririttiriffifi , e nerve an artery of possibly. my landed akin ; the sum and eubstanoe opheoy, the very flesh and futons of all that I wa ife, the all that I had ever hoped or tried to be O Lore- and, in defiance of the message whioh might have heeded. if I would, all that o copy, ever ehould be; leaving outside the tom need of a alseleton. y when Stroh were the gloomy foreboding thought cam for that filled ma while I worked. The aummit were not, one must admit, the eage er part and intense desires called inspiration liter whioh might naturally thrill the eoni o noe far one producing hie life's masterpiece. a a the Doubtless the appliootion of a little PPed praotioal philosophy might, even then, (WW' have suggested a valuable lesson to me in eloped the fain that it was becauee the full gaga - !elk it faction of all my hope, the complete con - mat= jugation of my verb to be, the twourate I hadhile ... solution of my life's one equation, all cen- tered in the ambition to paint • perfect ate In picture, and became I had eo utterly failed orayon to provide any other flesh about me that ninehotd when It wae amomplished it mud 'leave an al' me a ekeleton. But alaa 1 At that port°. one moment, when philosophy might at t 700 least have left mea parting bleeding, I was as -not beyond the reaoh of it. At that last PP„fe.• moment I oared lees for the aeoret tht- to" dung whioh-Iiihould have listened, than ever I:m- oue. fore in my life. The minion of the pro- ef„ece.„• phet, what that to me ? 16 wag the power Raw and not the prinoiple to which I turned for ming help; the ruling passion growing strong in etnnd death. I saw ail more vividly than / have Mona been able to mimes it, yet cried in deflence, • "Do with me what you will only hit my nun' AMorning 1-beprfect" of 00 hi th th nedtheyellowotthirlamp-light thatthe drawing Wag finished : not be I scanned it as usual with critical a adding a suggestion here and °ban there a line a haled breadth, in the ho improving it, wondering if this might be better so, orthat some other way, simply bemuse my hand unconsciously down the crayon. 'I knew that it was idled; I knew that it was right. Pushing back my stool I stood at a tanoe, and surveyed the -work with a of complete eatisfacition. Hae ever artist lived who could boast of such *e men* for a drawing which was hie o To me the remit° of snob investigei had always been diegnet, and termin in an angry exclamation: "11008* ohm this.: most wipe out that. Bah 1 I all horrible. Whyon I never do wha think I am doing?" CHAPTER XVI. YOU CANNOT DO BETTOR. I slept Upon the divan for an hour, t took my palette and brushes and began paint. The early morning light floo my studio from the southeast, then mime from the south, then lingering o the western Mlle, and darlinese drove from the easel, Mill unoonscioue of fetigna or hunger. Upon reaching my home I found a n from my worthy instructor, good old Pr Barlett', oonmeouely asking we when wae to Bee me again. Involuntarily I wro beneath his signature one word : "Never and returned it to him as my reply. ' fully intendedgoingagain to my midnig watch npen Arno, for Mina was to be Florence hut three nights more ; hut 371231 table I deliberately went to my bedroo and undremed. Discovering that I. was retiring at suo an Uneeemingly hour, a servant anxiond inquired if I was ill. My only reply we an order for breakfeet a half •hour befor sunrise in the morning, and he_left isibly convined that I had gone mad. II seems peoulier tomo, as I think over i that no nue/Woolf' ornervousneas poseesee me that night as I laid my head upon th pillow. I had become eo aconetomed from y earliest recolleotion, to feeling that was a belplese atom, wholly in the con trolling power of aome -guiding hand, tha to have the impressiOn strengthened a litil by such experience0 ea I had just pained through, rather tendered to make me les independent and lees mindful of to -morrow Sill the morrow care°. As I entered the °Indio the next morning, however, I was eon:mime of etrange and unnatural timidity. I seemed elope and as though I was seriously lacking somethiag which I had p000essed. I could not tell what it wao, but I at for an hour before the canvas, help- leaely holding a brash in my hand, without so muoh as totiohing it to the palette. Wite the power all gone from me? began to tremble and bitterly regret that I had lsit the studio the night before. Thus be. moaning my utter powerleseneas When left to my own reeouroes, my thought ran baok and back and baok, retraoing the dope whioh I had taken to reach -tht day, till I was wandering again upon the Rhine with Mina, till I waa drawing for her thelattle oene upon the wall, till I dreaming again in the attio chamber. Then, suddenly, strength came to My arm, the power re- turned to me and I began to punt. The °envie was so large that I could work upon different parte of it, giving eaoh an opportunity to dry, which was fortunate for when the power again pooeeesed me I could no more hey° etoppedpainting than I could heve begun without it. • • With all the eagernese. of a opeotator I watched noy brush as it buried on Without an error, without a momente heitation, without auggeotion. I felt an nniteen hand on mine and an irreeistible guidance of an intelligence that wait beyond me, and more and more as the hour passed I underetood at power foryeara ; how it had n of main my littleuttic iiMitnhoe ; knew The day wore away and the night was Ludy, and brushes for indent; lest that power ni in one and, with the other I lit all the ,not lampe in the stuido and arranged them be. .tni„t nind me and just above my head, and, 1ala quivering in every nerve from the intenia an" exclitement' I painted on, and through that night I was not onoe perplexed shout the dia- result of any combination, though the tint 'muse upon me ; but I dare not to lay my palette ging should slip from tne. Thus, holding them eigh required were the palest orange or the most an delicate violet. The reault of the lamplight ntin- upon my palette did not seem different sea r from what it might have been at any time, in,n_f; and I am not sure that I really recognized "Pu_ the appropriate tint(' in combining; but I lig, mewed to see the mot effect of eaoh blend- zo ing, and I heve often been len positive and t in the end less mourate in the daylight than I was that night. Icy perspiration stood upon my forehead as I bent over my idol, working at Mot hen upon the face. The eyes Ah, how they o Shone and flashed for me. Like the clear, ded living blue of heaven they glowed among it the shadowe of the wayward truism of ver golden hair. The parted half -smiling lip me Octmed ever and again to move and whisper, he " iotory 1 Victory 1" Nature was not • natural nor life more lifelike. The light ote wee the very ounehine, not gathering over of. a distant hill but radiating from the face, he glowing through the golden hair of the te goddese of the morning. A harp rooted ," upon the oval of the knee, and the delimits fingers touched the strings. I even thought ht that I could hear the melody aa they sent in the strains of dawn stealing into the silent to air of the dying night below. er Did a master ever see suoh attributeti1. wn eurprise, rising from the lump nt a creation of his own ? Yet I knew that they were there as' well as I knew that h from the bare canose not a eingie tonoh y woo mie. -- o Three weeks and a day I had worked e %WE the "Night," and thought it a marvel e- of -speed. Two-ditya-mid a WWI Piiiiifekl upon the "Morning," and it was finished. 5, Vireo thet my work? d The day dawned. The brighted and the e beet of the morning light flooded my studio. My hands fell, powerlese, upon my I knees, unable longer to hold either brueh. or palette, and by that I knew that the work was completed. Trembling I ex - e inguiehed the useleso lights and raising the curtains, walked to the opposite end of the o studio and turned to examine the result. Breathlessly I Mood there, -in much the same moodt, only vastly intermitted, lie had stood in my father'e studio years be; fore, wrapped in awe before his marvellous production& Carefully I examined every light and shadow, every thotight and out- line. Could a touch better it ? Could a ehadow or lighting bring out anything? No. The morning without was not more bright. Mina was not more beautiful. In env line and feature ii was Mina. Was it my Mine? In every soul ' and senti- ment it was morning.' Wae it my morn- ing In the warm, clear light of that spring dawn I examined it with the most eager and anxious care, to oat& the °lightest trace of any error in the night work; bat even among the softest tints there was not a flaw whioh the daylight could die- Glovr. While I Mood thus engaged a cold breeze blew over me, and, with a ohudder, I turned to discover the came. Then, uddenly, I beomine aware of one standing halide me, intensely absorbed in gazing upon the Lorelei. " Fether Father " I cried, and oprang to embrace him. It was jut ea it had been mom the Rhine, when I turned from the Lorelei to eee him and spring toward him. He stepped baok te avoid Me, hat did not move his eyes frOm the canto's. Trembling I paused, afraid, fin eome neon, to ap. preach him again Or eV8n tO epeak ; buS how .prond was, ise I sow the admiration glovving in hie fsoo and °yeti, Night was again approaching w bursting of the look on the inn around me from stupor and two house servants entered, acoompan my father's banker and a °Wenger. they were lifting me and plaoing m a divan ono of the them said: " Poor fellow 1 He has heard it and it has gone hard with him." "1* would be like to," °aid a e For they were more the like of about the house than of father and s Struggling to Make off the stop raising myself I gasped: "What do you say? What do you Speak 1 aome of you speak 1 " "1 enure you, Signor Winthrop, the banker, that we have not ceased s ing for you °ince we received the new "What new ? What news 7" I ehr They looked at eaoh other and their heade. Then the stranger said "The news that on Sunday mo keit after midnight, your father di Gab." My father died 1" I oried, epri upon the divan. "You are a liar! H in thig _rows:and talked with me a rise able moring." • clutched- the-itianger by the . but they overpowered me, and in a r delirium corded me to my home. °puttee quieted me and I Wept ; ale the morning and again till almost n Then I woke week bat rational, and in of every. protestation I rose, dreseed, went again to my studio. I was torme with-a-euspioion that what I rememb wee all a dream, and I Was well oatiefi diet:over that the " Morning " was at kreality. The passion whioh had corae upon m suddenly, just after midnight on Su morning, was now explained. I =dors my one,000untable reply to Prof. Soul I saw why I dreaded leaving the easel wae in such demonise haste to finish work ; for until I had conquered aptive could not go. Hie pledge ound him to me tilt he had given me eward 01 107 labor The reward of my labor 1 '" Yon can o better." That was what I had sou or. 16 wee the ultra hope of my em ream, and 'suddenly it appeared to hat, instead of a trzurophans shout, it n Mournful numbers the deeper atastrophe which had overtaken bat I could not do better. Poing egan so comprehend that, after all, it ore yeAd let then a commendation ; theme verdict ; a ory of derision: "Y annot do better." With all the resources afforded me I at alone which had faoiliteted preach to the end which I had at 1 seined. I had utilized all my pow that aohievement, and laughing at ler destruction the mocking echo seer° pasting "Yon cannot do better. e utterly inoapable of doing any belt ti have blown a beautiful bubble; see st 1 You have received what you ask your father. You have done all that y empted for Mina. You have thro ur opportunities to the tvind. Now re the bristling stubble, pillowed by t meant memory that you have won. Y ve accomplished all that you ha entpted, and you cannot do better." Ise 1.. As ever, when I had conquer let the captive go I began to oompr d the message. I sew ho tO weak bee premises of my syllogyam, how po been my argument, how fallaciotte ro losopyhow_greatmy-misappee how miserable my theories of th niflo spontaneity of love, how cow ely my life was a failure. hue again, it was all for the past ; Mil bout a word for the future. I was eve nay looking haintward that I neve thought of looking forward. ae the power really gone from me question pertaining to the , proem y startled me. Who said that powe gone? Had I no strength in me ily alma?, I caught a half-fiihed from &game* the wall, and placing 1 a easel. in the wndow, I graeped my tie, jt101 as I bed left it in the morning e day before and with freali brnehes I own and triad to paint. led? I had never worked with more mination and niore wilful energy in all lite; but at the outset I • became &rd. Why had I left that little h such a miserable, utterable mono - of neutrl° / Surely it liad mit faded lying. And my palette! had I mixed More upon it in that night work to an extent that by daylight they were tohed mem, without any distinction ? uld make nothing out of them. a sudden chill Idropped the palette he bruehee on the floor, and dragging Night" from tie hiding place eat it the "Morning," and °topping back d sharply about to look at them. ept in composition I °odd eee ne be difference between the two. such an agony as ono Oan only late who has anffered, I tithed to se of color tubeo and with trembling tore-openone after another, tlanbing ntorits shapeless manes °vt the od cover of my desk. Color 1 True 1 They were all there; but I, a ed and ohiveiing skeleton, stood over utterly unable to tell one from the Enthroned at my !mai of viotory I he flnger.writing on the wall, es it for me the conclusion of the whole Mk -blind 1" eena -but little die, :IOW, Only to hen the er door of the ied - by While e upon already ervant. friends on." or and mean? " mid 0." iekod, shook rning, ed, at nging O WWI t atm- hroat, eying There pt till ight. spite and nteccirl edto least led° 0a8 yd0 esti.atnhde the had the not ght pty me told ate me Wee AD 00 did my set Ore my ed on er. it ed cot wn ot he on ve ed e. or 7 5 10a a th op et to ut re AV Yo bur of att yo on pie 12A ett A and hen She had Mon om pleat wit go b onoe The reall wao Angr work upon pale of th sat d Tr deter my bewil ton in sketi the o suoh is wre I co With and t the beside tame Exo poesib In approo my OA handl' the co rosswo colors bleaoh them other. read t traced metier 00 Donors were well Treated Hero. Mr. James E. Lewie, mining engineer, of No. 23 Park place, has just been pre. sented with a gorgeous punon bowl made' of solid silver, gold lined and lavishly orna. mented and mounted on an ebony stand. It is a bowl that Bacchus himself, would feel proud of. Accompanying it were two smaller bowie inade of ohesed silver and r,1141:010 WW1 &has. a rmen o 5 e commtstilew after the entertainment of the big orowd of iron and steel manufacturers and mining engineers who came over here from. England and Germany last fell to exchange eoientifio informstion anck see ;the country. Inetitute-they held a III sing- and re - 14., And when the Britishers go ome again -they were members of the remand Steel eolved to send over some testimonial of their appreciation and gratitude. They deoided that a punch bowl was about the best thing they could Helm. With the big bowl and the two little ones came a letter from Sir James Hinson, President of the Institute, conveying all manner of good wishes from himself and his aeseoistes and teetifying to the great enjoyment they had all derived - from their visit to America. There was an appropriate inscription, of come, on the bol. -New York Herald. Exalting Beene In a fuenagerie. An exeiting scene was witnessed -by five thousand persons who were ,(u Woinbtll & Bailey's menagerie Curing ita recent viol& •to Heighly, England. While Louie Arno, She feroale trainer, was perform' g den with lioneses, a tiger /Kt large Siberian-bear-hound-thevger limo upon the hound, and aho attacked she oman when she endeavored to best it off. Louise Arne lost her nerve, and would in all pro- bability have been killed had not the male trainer oprung into the den at the critical moment, and seizing the tiger by the throat, enabled the woman to eeoape.' A Brute. Mutiny's Weekly: "You should not aritioize me, George," said the young wife. "Kind words alwaye Come back to you. Cast your bread on the waters and it will return to you." You are mistaken," returned George, II if you refer to this bread. 1 hie would sink at once." It Had the Desired Effect. Puck: "You have seen the advertisement of my Universal Panacea, I suppose," said the patent medunne proprietor. • "Yes," replied his viatica, ungraciously. " Ive seen it until I'm sick of it." "Good I Now take a couple of bottle(' of it and youll be all right." A Our° 8Ign. Epoch: Dobeon-I feel certain that Jenkine hi in financial dietrese. Noblit--Why ? "Re is beginning to live very extrava- gantly." The theatrical proteseion has again been honored in the person of Henry Irviog, by hie eleotion to she Bacot Circle of the Marlborough Club, which nearly faces Marlborough House; the residence of the Prince of Wales, on Pall Mall, and of which his Royal Highness may be said to be the presiding genius. It Was the Primes who proposed the popular actor for mem- baeoTrmehhee13 i13:. 'd by the Inebriates' 45 offered Fort Hamilton, N.Y., for the beat easy on the care and mire of drunkards has been awarded to Pro. Pierre Prancole Spaink, of Bern, Holland, an °raiment pathologist and microscopist. Tell the moat humble man in the world Shat the greatest woman in the werld levee him and he will not be surprised. Virginia Knox, the agjyj who- married-anitalitif[Count. Pdontereole and wee beaten and alined by him, has neared a divorce. When elle wante to merry again enough. she will probably find en American good erman ru, " rD • A Cough and Croup For children a medi- cine should be abso- lutely reliable. A mother must be able Med.icino. her her faith I aith totuitianstsot contain nothing violent uncertain, or dangerous. It must be standard in material and manufacture. . It must be plain and simple to adnn- ister ; easy and pleasant to take. The child must like it. It must be prompt in action, givingeimmedi- ate relief as childrns' troubles come quick, grow fast, and end fatally or otherwise in a very short time. It must not only relieve quick but bring them around quick, as children chafe and fret and spoil their constitutions under long con- finement. It Must do its work in moderate does. A large quaigity of medicine in a child is not desira- ble. It must not interfere with the child's spirits/appetite or general health. 0 Th e things suit old as well as yo ng folks and mak-Do- scheels 1:nraii Syrup the favorite in