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HomeMy WebLinkAboutHuron Record, 1881-01-28, Page 2OUR SPECIAL BUDGET. ht:adan}e;-Ni)egpn,.the Swodieh singer, re• oeivee for a night's, singing two hundred guineas, and Madame. Patti gets two hundred pounds. Mr. O. 0_ Hall, thewell-known journalist pnd magazine writer, has retired into private life. He was upwardsof forty years editor of the London Art Journal, andis now in his eightieth year. Mexico, in spite of all, that issaid about Da want of spirit gad enterprise, bee 10,005 miles of telegraph lines in actual operation.. A new poom, " The Xliad of India," is c(m- znenced in the Durrant number of the Inter- national Review, The author, Mr. Edwin Arnold, has deep into eminence aololythrough hie eastern poetry. His work on Wordsworth was, perhaps, the introduction. Mrs.'Jamieson wrote a book, many'years ago, entitled ' The Loves of the Poeta,",and now Mr. Rosset' is to write "Tire Wives of the Poets" for the Atlantic Monthly, Mr, Burdette, the funny. man of the Bur- lington Hatckeye, is to visit Mr, Olemens— Mark Twain -Who is in Europe. What a meeting between the great humoriste, • Here is a stanza worth quoting. It • is from a poem " Wake me. a Song," by a South- ern poet, Father Ryan, whose poems have, ro- oently been published in Baltimore : " Out of the Amnon in your heart A thousand sons:. are ales in there-- Wake Inc a song, thou hild of art (. The song otliope in last despair, Dark and low, A chant of woe, Out of the stillness, tone by tone,. Cold as a snowflake, low as a moan." In anotheroem " The Sword d o f Robert Lee," occurs these stirring linea • "Out of its scabbard whore, !union, It slumbered peacefully. Roused from its rust by the battle's song, Shielding the feeble, smiting the strong, Guarding the right, avenging the wrong, Gleamed the'ftword of Leo;' Bancroft's new and closing volume of his History of the United States is in the hands of the printers. Mr. Thomas a Carlyle, the he veteran author is now in his eighty-sixth year, andis in poor health at present. • Footwomen are taking the place. of foot men in England. A writer for a London paper says : " Dining the other night. in Eaton Peace, the door was opened by one of the latter in a most charming are becoming livery. Blaok-and-white mob cap :for head- dress, stand up collar with.white oravat and small pin in it, rich brown -cloth octet with livery buttons out somewhat like a man's hunting -coat, and` a buff waistcoat' with a High Church collar—such was the uniform.. I was ,so struck with"the upper'. portion of the dress that I never thought of looking at the extremities; but I fancy my eye once got i} glimpse, going up -stairs, of. red stockings, and shoes with silver buckles. Daring din- ner four winsome lasses, all similarly attired, waited on me hand and foot ; and' certainly. never was a dinner more deftly handed and served." • • Lord Macaulay must have 'been gifted with an extraordinary meinoreifwe, aro to -believe.. thathe once.. repeated the whole• --of--." Parae dise Lost," while crossing the Irish Channel; and while waiting for a.poatchaise he read from a newspaper ". Reflections of nn Exile,? and "A Parody (ma Welsh Ballad," both of which he repeated forty_years.after aarris,_ai_ though he'had only rend them once. The Rev. Sy'lney Sinith once: gave thie vice to Irishmen in Ireland : "'What. trash, to be bawling in • the • streets about the Green Isle,the Isle of the Ooean,the bold antkem of ' Erin Go. Bragh 1' A ' far better anthem would be • 'Erin. go, bread and oheese, Erin go cabins that will keep out the rain, Erin go pantaloons without, holes .in them 1"" A somewhat remarkable lady, Mies Eliza, beth Rome Morgan, has ':died at Burnside pottage, Gretna Green, Scotland, aged 78 years. She was life owner of a small pro- party, roperty, ought of which she maintained herself and dispensed charity to all who came. The door of her residence, beautifnllysituated.on the Aunaw Road, was never shot against the wayfarer. Her first work everyweek was to provide for her visitors.' The general , fare was's, hot dish of soup and bread.. She made no distinction and servod'ell who Joame, no matter whether they were imposing on her or not. Lord Beaconsfield is said to have arranged with his publishers to write another novel, " in which the strange history will be brought down to our own days." Speaking of the author of "Endymion," Lord. balling (Sir Henry Bulwer) tells this story about him : "I remember," said he, "when I first met Mr. Disraeli. It was in a company. of five ambitious, confident, very' young-.men—no=- bodies then, but all of whom (if you can al- low me to say so much of myself) have come to distinction eine. Now, at that time none of us were personally acquainted with Mr. Disraeli except my brother, whose dinner party it was. I well remember that Mr. Diems raeli came late Land we were speaking of him, some of us with frank dubiety, when be Dame in ; and a strange appearance he made. 'In those days dress was not se severe as it is. now, end a certain Hoene was tolerable: But' Mr. Disraeli, then a far more athletic figure than you imaginehim perhaps, appeared in a daring coat of I now forget what bright color, a yellow waistooat,•green velvet trous- ers, and Iow shoes with silver buokles. ' The impression he made was not favorable; and I for one, and I am sure — and — also, instantly prepared to find that my brother Edward had vastly over -praised his man.' So we sat down to dinner ; and every man talked his best, and there was such a bright rattle of conversation as you may suppose. We were all in- good Due, all emulous and all well antis - fled with our ourselves, depend oa it, There was not bae amongst us who had not plenty of confidence in himself at all times, and more than a hope of -future greatness and yet if when wo separated we • had each been taken aside and put upon out honor to say who was the cleverest man in the party, every one of us would have answered,'The man en the green velvet trousers."' One of the moat remarkable salea,that have oeeurod took place recently in Liecestor Square, London, the articles being the ward- robe and jewels of the late Dowager Duchess of Somerset, Among the articles sold were six hundred pairs of silk hose, two thousand pairs of gloves, five hundred pocket handker.. ohiefs. The walls were covered with shawls and laoe. An Indian shawl presented by the Shah of Persiarwhioh was embroidered with gold, brought only nineteen guineas, and a court dress embroidered witlethistleand eagle in gold, the gift of the Emperor Napoleon, brought only six pounds. Notes and Queries gives then Onion navies as appearing in the Parish Register of Cowley near Oxford, England : Lioness, daughter of Richard Lee; Lockey, eon of Edward Haynes Dalilsh White; Tirzah and Melitta Gibbene Mahla King; Decivna Bowell ; 1Ceziah Sim- mons ; Mahal* Xing; Mary Vashti Calliopea Rosa Soling Hodgkin. Many years ago, whenMr. CharlesMaekay, the poet, and journalist,was in this country, he delivered a lecture in Hamilton, and re- peated these strange lines : " And shall Trelawnoy die,; ani shall Trelawmey Then thirtythoueand Cornish boys Will know the reason why," , 'the linea are from a ballad supposed to havebeen chanted by the peasants of Corn- wall in the time of James the Second,and on account of the persecution of Sir John Trelaw- noy, bishop. of Bristol, and oue of the seven bishops •peraeauted by the reigning King. Macaulay pays the fact of the ballad, having been in vogue atthe time •referred to was cominunioatod to him by the Rev. R. O. Haw: ker, of Morwenstow, Cornwall. A writerin the Newcastle Chronicle professes to have dis- covered that the balled wee a forgery, and that it was written by Mr. Hawker himself, who died a few yearsago, after leaving, his ohuroh and enteriug the Roman Catholic faith. Mr. Hawker passed for a poet who so captivated r. Gladstone • that he bas placed the 'do p� w foro widow sannuitythe civil list. n mh t If s true, it is one of the moat shameful things on record, that a person should so far have im- posed upon the great English historian and the present Premier of England. HE WAITED TO LAUGH. At mid'foreuoo yesterday, n y to ay, a man who was crossing Woodward avenue at Congress street suddenly began to paw the air with bis hands and • perform divers strange antics with his feet, and after taking plenty of tinge about it he name down in a heap. More: than fiftypeo. pia saw the performance, and there was a gen- eral laugh. It: had. not yet ceased when a man with a funeral countenance . pushed his way into the crowd and asked • "Who ie he—what's his name ?" "It's Jones, answered a voice. "What Jones ?" "Thomas Jones." "Sure ?" "Yer.s, -I've known him for over twenty "Then I'll laugh," said the. solemn faced man, and he leaned against the wall and chuckled and laughed until he could .hardly get his breath. One of the crowd remarked on his singular conduct, and the laugher wipe(' the tears from his eyes and replied : "Gentlemen, nothing tickles me all over so much as to see's man fall, down. Ten years ago I was salesman in a wholesale houao, with a fine chance for promotion.• One day a man juet'ahead of me fell down •• and I laughed. It was our old man, and he dis- charged 'me on the spot. Five years later I was engaged to a rich girl.. As I came out of the Postofficeone daya man sprawled out on the walk., and I .laughed till I was sore. It was my Angelina's old man, waddle' broke up the match. Again I:laughed myself out of a position in a bank , ati:'d heifer theppain failure" ,1 should • to -day have a place in the Custom "House. •I have' learned wisdom. Now when•I see a man fall I ask his name and find :out if he has any influence to put me out of my clerkship. If he has 1 look' selenin and page on. • 11 Ale 'hasn't L la-laugh—ha"! hay! ha ! Jones is it ! 'Jonest cant: do me any harm, and Ila ! ha 1 'ha ha ! I wouldn't have missed this*fol a i month's sal—ha 1 'ha.1 ha 1 "-M. Quad. years. 126 DAYS. Tossed on the Wild Atlantic --Food Gone and Burning Spars to Keep Them- eelyes flrom•Freezing. The orew of the: ,ship`Hannan Morris, 126 days from Liverpool, arriving Sunday, have a terrible story of hardship, privation and dam, ger to tell. The voyage was the longest but one °Dross the Atlantic Ocean in twenty years, Sailing from. Liverpool in the early days of. September, she attemptedthe northern pas- sage. Her destination was Philadelphia, and her cargo railroad iron and soda. She might reasonably lien been expected in port within thirty days. When eight days out the en, countered a terrific gale in which her cargo shifted. Then sbe tried to come by the south- ern passage, When eighty days out she was off Hatteras, short of provisions, buffeted by the wintry gales and in dauger every hour, as the grew with good, reason believed, of going- to oing to the bottom. The great weight of iron in her hold went first to one aide and then to the other as she rolled in the tempestuous seas, threatening every moment to burst open her. sides. Starvation threatened the crow, and four times they were supplied by passing ves- Bele- Finally, when the pilot Dame onboard, they Were absolutely without foodof any kind, the last weevil -eaten piece of bard broad hav- ing been divided on the evening of the day before. When the ship entered the colder latitudes the orew found themselves . short of wood and they were forced to out up and surer TSE ERTnA snits of the ship and someof the deck- furniture, To add to the horror of the condition of those on board were the ceptafn's wife • with a babe at the breast and two children—one .2 and the other 4 years of age—and a stewardess. 'The suffering of the two women and children was. terrible. The Drew several times came aft to beg of the captain to abandon the ship in boats and risk their fate in the open sea. He Mute!' out to them that to pursue such a course was to oast away every chance oe safety. To add to the danger the ship's ,bot - 0 t m _became so oovored with. barnacles that Would ould not answer her helm, and once in the height of the gale when the safety of the vessel demanded that the crewshould at ones wear ship• more than three hours were re- gain(' for that evolution. All this happened to a ship rating Al at Lloyd's, well manned and found in every particular, indicating how terrible the stress of weather she has under: gone.' The ship was being' towed into the Erie, basinBro'oklyn, last evening when a reporter of the .herald . boarded her. The: crew were making preparations to •dook the. ship, and a more gaunt and haggard lot of men' at work' were perhape never seen is a land of plenty. "Thank God," said the mate, as he led the way into the cabin, "we stand a' thane for sleep and food to -night. This is. Capt. Dunbar, sir," TIM CAPTAIN'S STORY.: At a table in a dimly -lighted "cabin gat . a man with long, untrimmedbeard, whose pale face and ' sunken oheeke:iooked strangely out of place where one would naturally_expect crsee b.c thelor of;�healtli _and strength.. Near alis :`gat' illy . wife, ", and clinging to her dress were two pale, ilasenod•haired chil- dren. ,The meal we had on this table day before yesterday," said Capt. Dunbar, " was thtedi- eded.shares-ofafotir-able-Meaning-Mid - hey were broken the erumbs'worit scurrying around and dver the board. You can get some lea ofthe' wormy condition ofour last mor- gel of food. Themenin the forecastle as well as the people in the cabin share''• alike, • It was very hard on the children and hard enough on the men, for the matter of that. However, :we have .liad fresh'mc-at and vegetables from the pilot boat, and we ere gettingnueoh better• A. SIOUX'` SCANDAL. A 'scandal among thehigtic-st .cireles.of the Sioux nation bae: just been agitating aborigi- nal society, at Rosebud Agency. The partieu- lars are given the Herald by' a gentleman who came from the place a day or two ago: Some days since young Spotted' Tail, son of .Spotted' Tail, the renowned chief of alithe Sioux, took advantage of the absence .,of Chief Stranger Horse on a hunting exPeditlon,. to ,persuade Stranger Horse's squaw to elope'andlive with him. ; They remained several. days in.young Spot's tepee without interruption. Stranger Horse returned frnm the hunt to find his fire out, his •.squaw -he had but .one—departed,' and his tepee desolate.. • Gathering his friends about him, he started out with hie rifle,threat- ening the life of the chief who had .brought shame in his household. 'The affairwas re- ported tothe agent, who summoned the faith-, lest) wife and her paramour to the . •agency, 1 where they were oonfrentedwith the wronged c husband. • Young Spotted Tail appeared to have passed through a long debauoh, and the woman held her, head in the presence of her husband. When the agent demauded of young Spot why belied committed this wrong, the culprit gave the same lamentable exouse ..that was Offered by the first of the'race of men : " She led me into it," said the wayward chief. After a full hearing of the' case, in which the agent acted as a med'tt.r, it waa decidedhat the wounded Stranger Horse should be healed' -'ft of an American horse and a . valuable artiolee, and that he tilt . aok his wife and live with her agai :-.OUT OF PnOVISIONS. "Finally,.on -the last of November wo found ourselves at Hatteras in a gale of wind, nearly outof provisions, All the tea•.and coffee were out.; _there was no more meat or -.sugar, no flour or canned provisions; in short,•.iloth- ing but a email half barrel of Bard bread, and it was bad. We were.' eighty-six' daysout when we spoke the Norwegian. bark Viking. We bad put up our signal of distress, and al• though it was blowing a close reef topsail gale she bode to and gave us :some beef—a. , small: 'eask. Fourteen - days later,our ship having in. the'meantime made • no headway at all, we were without a morsel of food when we spoke a'barkentine. •From her .we got some beef, a ittle bread, some sugar and .coffee—all she otld;spare. - The gale Never: abated, and the en in the ship kept griming against the ide so'that every hour I expected it' would redcoat andthat the ship: would go to the ottom. :The crew went about their work with pale faces, and what with want of food and the anxiety, it seemed as if we would ose our reason. We kept the boats in readi-; gess and had things packed up ready to leave he vessel at a moment's notice, if necessary. he men wanted to go several times: Os hristmas'day our provisions were 'again ex- hausted. We didn't have anything - but •a little hard bread full of . maggots. • About oon we sighted a steamer bound' ninth. he saw our signal of distress and aoknow• edged it by dipping her colors and continue ng on her way. I, think we lived along, just eeping off -the line of starvation, till Demon - et 31, when we spoke the steamship Santia- o de 'C Cuba. It was blowing a' terrible, gale,, ut she stopped. 1- dare not order a boat ut in such a gale, so I oalled for volunteers, nd every man stepped forward. They gave ns provisions that lasted until we got a pilot ff Barnegal, on the 8th inst. Before that we 'got a Slant of wind from the south.' and ad given up all hopes of making Philadel- phia. The pilot boat gave us some fresh meat and vegetables, We left the ship to take are .of itself while wo appeased a hunger that las by this •time ravenous." SUICIDFJ_. ell Known and Respected Farmer ET HOPE, Jan.14.-The community. in u 5 b 1 0 e-,1 n S k b g b 0 a 0 h 0 around Canton were startled this morn- ing when a rumor got about that Mr. H. Grist, a well known farmer, living on lot 18, in the 6th commotion of Hope, kae termin- ated his existence by strangling biteeelf. The `deceased had been in Port Hope with a load of wood, and, on his return Thome, ate his dinner, changed his clothes and nursed his youngest child for anhour two, then he went out and fed his stook. As usual, one of hie little girls accompanying him. After feeding, everything he went into the cow stable, put one of the topes, used to tie the cow with, around his neck, andmust have deliberately strangled himself. He was found by hie oldest eon lying down in the stall quite dead. The deceased was •a man of extra good character, and was supposed to be in comfortable oiroumatances. He leaves a wife and six children. No cause can be assigned for the rash act. —Compressed peat in London, 'and,. in- deed, in almost all the t owes of considerable size throughout GreatBritain, is rapidly com- ing into use. On one of the most; important railroad lines, too, compressed peat has for some time past been used,, and with entire satisfaotion, the,faot appearing, from the en- gineer sreport, that twenty-one pounds of peat will raise steam for a mile of traneit, While the number of pounds of eon( required to do the same wok is twenty -she . Its goat it Ina than one-half that of coal* ONLY A DOG.: We were all crying, every one of us. Father declared it wae smoke that had got into his eyes and made them.smart; butmotherthrew her apron over her bead and eat rocking• and sobbing for ten minutes.. Phoebe and I eta threw ourselves down on the floor by poor Leo, and I took bis dear old ' shaggy head in my lap, and the hot tears dropped one by one; and Phaobepetted his poor old stiff ears and smoothed out his thin,' gray hairs ; and then we took off the old brass Dollar that was marked all over with hieroglyphics that we had soratohed with pins in the proud days wheir be first wore it; then we oris' again, and just then in walked Squire Toots, and he didn't seem•to know what to do when he saw us all so distressed; he looked at us and then at Leo ; then he took out his handkerchief and gave his nose a real Sunday school blow- ing, and said kind of huskily: " Why it's winked to feel a' bad. Anybody d' s se. it was a pusson ; 'taint only a dog l" That just made us all feel worse 1 There wasn't any Heaven. for him to go to, and we knew we never could see hint again, and we couldn't remember any life: without Leo, we were auoh little tots when he Demo to us, and he had been one of the family all the time. Father used to lecture him just as be did us children. " Where did X see you to -day, sir?" he would say, "Over at Mr. Mason's, assoW!- itting with that dog that steals 1 Shame i" And then ,Lee would whine, and pretty soon father would say, ".Go to bed, air 1" and he'd sneak off to hie box in the back shed and lay awake all night to protect us while we slepe. and be never once in overs fourteen years was forgetful of his trust—and he was " only a dog." Only a dog ! Why, was there ever a time that we went raoing home from school that Leo hadn't met us half -way to race with us and do all sorts of funny tricks at our bid. ding, and how proud wo had always been. of him with his handsome stately presence and superior mermen, and how este we felt to hear his deep•ohested bark as we wont to sleep. Well, death had found him , sure cnougb, and we buried him out in the grove in a little hollow, where Ire loved to Ile on -hot summer days, and there will be no resurrection for him, though there will be for the vilest thief he kept from our doors ; but none the lose, in looking over bis honest, blameless life, in .which he was never faithless to any, oven the smallest trust, T dare apply to him the Mas- ter's meed of praise, " Well done, good and. faithful servant ;" though, as Squire Toots said, +' He was only a dog. Detroit Free Press., ON PICKET. .. • The relief is going out fro'in the' reserve pioket. Between the reserve and the camp, where 10,000. men are slumbering, is half a mile of woods, . fields and broken ground. Between the reserve and the enemy is a thin line of . pickets—a man stationed here and there to gen advance warning of any move. went. ,Follow the relief and you will notice how cautiously. the men tread. Tho dark line winds around through the trees, flits across open apnoea, and halts. here and. there for a moment to relieve the old picket. Musket - shot away are the pickets of the enemy, and a loud word may bring a volley of bullets. The line might pass you twenty feet away, and you would hardly catch a sound. . Sit you here on this bank where you Dun look down upon thi picket—aye, almost touch him.. A little creek rune between ,you. There is an open spade of thirty feet, and all around it are trees, stumps, logs and. brush. It would be a lonely place, in whioh_to peas two long hours even in times of peace. There is a warning in the: midnight breeze 'as it rustles the branches end the waters of the' creek have more than one been' colored with blood. ; • • e- The Ione picket.tales .his station under_ a 1? ... _.. r-_.. tree. Id the dark shadow. you :can hardly makekimoi;t. _.As:he:finds: himself..alonehis= oyes aro constautIy searching' the•darknoss in front, and his ears catch every sound. They, tell of men found asleep. on picket. It must be a strange manwho could•oloee his eyes in sleep with the night wind -whispering: in his ©ars.:." BewaroY,l- .beware!:, Ln _the bushes -to the.left is a foe !" and the waters of the creek plainly saying:°!'. Keep watch to the right right ! right 1 right 1" That man has been in a dozen battles, and. has been, wounded three times.. ,Don't • call hint a coward, and yet he .trembles end turns palebeforo he hie been fifteen minutes alone, The ''skit'mish •line with' its deliberate mnrdor ie not as bad a place as this. If that man' is' dead when the; relief comes agaih it will be worse than murder. Callthat babbling, creek company ? Hark l hear what it is is to him, every word as plainly spoken' as if their language was the same,; "Look. out 1 Look out.! There is a fierce- faced guerrilla crawling through the beans toward you 1 He has a knife in his teeth, and he is coming to aasaseinateyou.!" If ,the creek did not gay so, and if:: the picket did. not :understand, whydid he give that sudden: start and Change his position. Why . doeshe kneel to get a clearer :'look around him'? Why . does he keep his • eyes fastened upon that stump until the intensity of his gaze brings out :every knot and splin- ter ? If fifty men were asleep in that epee and one other•were awake he would feel• the loneliness and danger. By daylight a school- girl might weave a: romance from the babble. of the waters. Hark I Is there any 'romance in this ; "Bowan ! beware ! That man with tan- gled hair, fieree.eyos : and savage face "is still, .advancing ! Be on your guard—watch— listen •1" Coward ? Count the soars on his body— look up his record! No, not a coward, and yet his pale face comes to you from the' dark- ness almost like a candle's:light.. 11 it was fear, be would crouch down. If' it was coward - he,: he would hideor desert his post. ' No, it isnotfear, .and yet he inke it a feeling un- worthy of him, and he braces against it. He turns a deaf ear to the whispers of the creek. Ile refuses to hear the warnings of the breeze. You can almost seehim as he shuts his teeth hard together and tries toforce his thoughts fate other channels. ' ' ".Look out ! look out 1'' whispers the creek, but he refuses to hear. Someth:ha le moving over the ground behind him. You can see it from where you sit. It is something darker than the dark ground be- neath, Now it moves—now it halts -now its fierce eyes almost light up the darkness, as it makes out the muffled farm of the pioket leaning against the tree.. . "Murder!' Murder! Murder 1" gargles the creek.. Yon hear it, but the picket is thinking of home. .'A thousand miles away is 'aquiet farm -house. If the same night wind blows there it kissos the apple bloeaoms and lulls the wife and children to deeper slumbers:" Yon see the dark something coming nearer. et is oreeping up behind him. A tiger would rustle the leaves`or snap a twig, and his vic- tim would have 'time to call God's name be- fore the spring. This is a human tiger. God put mem in his heart, but it was driven out by, hate. "' Save him 1 Save him 1" cries the creek. 'You start at the milli but he does not move.! He is thinking of the wife wllosetears wet his cheek—of the curly -heads who cling, to his armsesof the miles and the dangers between him and them. That somothin,rises up behind him. That terrible knife is transferred from mouth . to hand. " Murder ! Murder ! Mur—" 1" but it was done, Nota ory-not even a groan. The dead sank down with only a sigh. The pie- tare of wife and.ohildren rete hardly hidden :between earth and Heaven. "One less." blend the :human tiger as he peered into the blanched faoe, and with agars, gle in his throat, as if he had lapped et the hot blood Sowing toware the creek, he crept away to seek another victim. " This is war 1" whispered the oreok as it shrank away `from the blood, a and war is murder l" —df. Quad. A MEETING OF OAPTAINB AND VESSEL OWNERS.. Powr HoPE, Jan. 12.--•A meeting of cap- tains and vessel owners interested in lake navigation was held°in the Town Hall to -day. Mr. It. C. Smith, jun., was called tothe chair, and Mr. W. Preston, of the News, was ap- pointed Secretary, In opening the meeting thechairman briefly expresso' his object in addressing a circular to vessel owners and captains requesting their attendance on that occasion. Having road a large number of lettersfrom prominent vessel owners in To- ronto, Hareilton,St. Catharines, Kingston, etc., expressing their approval with a movement to unite then e rinterest 1 but regretting the' i b' - I. g g r it ity to be present. He proceeded to atateetthat beesir d ed to, coo some scheme •devfsod whish ' would protect the interests of nese' owners. There should be co-operation to such an ex- . tent that they would not bo compelled to run their vessels ata loss. Some of those who had written to him on the subjeet bad ended that• their object should bo to advanga freight charges to protect themselves against the allots union on an i d dock hands to •prevent the tying: up vessels in American ports by sailors• • deserting their poet or for a trifling one of wages, to impress upon the Port Hope authorities the necessity of protecting " life and property,' and to work geuerally to advance their ' own interests. After explaining his own views to the meeting. Capt. Hooey, of Cobourg, next spoke in favor of protecting vessel owners in their rights against unions, etc. Captain Wright, of Port Hope, also spoke in the same strain. 'Capt. Hewing .suggested that a committee Et m I ee .be f ormed*"to report on the whole question at an early day. After speeches by Capts. Manson, Wright, Clarke and B. Allan, a committee was appointed coneieting of Messrs., R. C. Smith, jr., Capt, G. Wright, Oapt. Henning and J. Lydon, to take the whole subject into considerationand report - at an early . date. The vessel owhers of Oshawa, Darlington,. Colborne; Brighten and Cobourg were represented at the convention. The usual votes of thanks were passed and the meeting adjourned: A VALUABLE SKIRT. The Portland 'Ore on Standard.sa c :'Jo- • seph Ziginan is the name of a man who re= ". gentle( came to the great. Northwest from the Wolverine State, accompanied by his `wife. The couple arrived in 'this city by the steamer a few dayssince, g persona and put up at 'the : Burton House. Plain, nonest.lookm erson that they were, attracted no attention,, and ,after viewing tTie si htsvf thea •(illy, . Zigiiien,;;•:atid::-.,. - Tile wife left here'Ern- 'Wednesday moningafor Walla Walla, and nothing more would prob-. ably have been thought or heard of then) li'ad it not been for a dispatch reeoived . by Chief Police Lappeus,-early.yesterday morning from Blaiook s=Station; forwarried` elle£tiifatei'`by Zigman, and stating : that his.wiie..bad'-left-in their room at that hotel,sewed up en 'ahold: - Underskirt, the sum of $3,830, of which $1, 120 were in greenbacks, the remainder in" notes.: '.Chief Lappene direetedeleeteotive Hudson to inquire into the ease` and• that q. officer, on goingto the, Burton House; found • � , the room ceoupied:by Zi inau• and els •• wife • rust as g, i 1 they left it, not having been made up' • since their departure, and there in plain sight was the old•_discarded garmentwh'ielethe wo- man had forgotten to put en in tee hurry to catch the boat. The money andnotes were ' found to be all right. ' A,F'ORGER CAPTURED :CLIFTON, Jan 12.— On ''' the stren th of• . e" telegram received from Thorold this twining, . o11ieee T. K. Wynn, of the Ontario Police Force, cleverly captured a man' named Harvey Second, alias W. S. Raymond, at one of the hotels here, on a charge of forgery. It' ap- pears that helms been operating throughont , the country and is an .expert at the business, only getting out of prison .in October last; where he served a termfor a: aiinilaeoffence.. Two notes, on S. W. Hill and one on Seth Page, beth of Thorold township, for 8380 ; Mie on' A. MoKenzue,.. of Wellandport, for $62, and one on•1 . C. Taylor, Fonthill, for $72, are the cause Of his arrest. He has also disposed of other,notes,to the amount of $152. toes. CI. Murgatroyd, of Smithville,, as :a re- ceipt in his possession shows. Jobe Wilson, of Thorold, identified him, this afternoon as the man who sold,hid three notes yesterday for $214, all of which are forgeries. Ho was • remanded till Friday, when other forgeries art expected to Dome to light. . . HOW A DETROIT BOY FOOLED ,7AR- • . RETT. • Mr. 11. O. Jarrett Ulla the following story: One evening, while his party were playing, at the Opera House ie Detroit, a small boy ap- proached him; and holding out his hand, ex hibiting fifteencents, said Please, mister, I would so' much like to see Cinderella, but that's all the money I've got." . • • • The boy's manner, touched Jarrett's tender. . spot, and after asking him two or three times if that was all the money he had, and receiv- ing each time a pitiful affirmative answer, he gave him a quarter.The boy'e countenance beamed with delight, 'Lindh() did 'notknow bow to express his gratitude. Finally, mov- ing toward the street, he said : You don't know how thankful I. feel, sir! I am ever so much obliged to you, air; but now that you have been so generous, I guess I'll go to the other •theater ` aud„seo'Jack Sheppard," Curtain. .L -An enterprising burglar has been naught in faprante delicto by the ,Warrington police, in England, summoned id hot haste to arrest •• the offender by the alarmed occupants of a provision shop. The burglar awoke the sleep- ing inmates by the noisewith which he carried on his depredations,smashing the glass and jam about the pots in a manner for - sign to the professional housebreaker. The master of the premises, armed with the fire irons, accompanied by his wife, determined to out off all moans of escape, pending the ar- rival of the police. The surprise of all present may be imagined when, on a •light being procured, the burglar, in the shape of it mon- key, wee ; discovered gorging himself with sweetmeats and Oakes amid the ruins of broker{ Blase and crockery, 4