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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1891-2-19, Page 6The Young Widow. She is nindcs", but not baehful, Free 04',(1 ease, but not bold Ldk uapple ripe and mellow, Net to young raid not to eld I reielf bivalve nelf repulsive, Now wive, dug, and now shy- Taere ia inieelii.4 in her dialelle. There ie clanger in her eye, She het "Waled human oiit,Ire, She is echooled in all the arts ; She has taken or diploma es the mistrese of ell hearta. bhe can tell the very moment Whe,1 to sigh end when to smile ; Oh a ml is -onietlmes charming BHA A WiCIOW-au the while. Are You sad? Flow very seriees Will her baudsorae face become AN you &eery 2 She is wretched, Lonely, friendless, fearful du cab Ara you faithful How her laughter, Silver sown:hug, will thug out She can lure and °atoll earl play Yee, As the angler does the trout. Ye old bushel 'rs et fortY, Who have grown so bald and wise Young /Worn aa of tweuty. With the love -lo iu your eyes ; You may praotiee all the lessons Taught by Cupid since the tall; But I know a little widow Who could win aad fool you all. HE PRIMA DONNA, °HAY rEtt 1. 4N EARTHLY PARADISE. Yes, I ain totally bl ad. And it is no emell lose tO lo ee the Wes eod power a see- ing that welch is, or 19 eappoeed to be, in daily r xlstenoe spout one. It my blind arm con d see, to night. for instanoe. they woald reat upou somethiog very diff .rent from that whioh oeoestoely baunts M14 I should not so often dud myeelf in the gallery of the Pest lo is not, however, without ite kleesuree, that gallery of memory, and it i$ not withons very em- phatic compinations There is there a little atill.life study over whioh I love to lineer, for it recalls the green beaks of the ''Rhine and the little town of Boppard. There are hills, alt terraced by vineyards warmed by the Southern sae, on one aide, and ragged ledges, bare melte creeping up into the eky on the other aide. The rooks are garnished and orestee with gray. oastelleted wells and battlements of all old forms, grim and threatening; its watch towers clinging to the very edge of the cliff. A. few narrow streets down below and between are full of all doubtful odors; a weather -stained tower or two, all ivy grown and pictureeque, bringing half forgotten &gee into ehe present; a moss grown spire of solid stone work rising over an old church - half asleep; a puff of steam and a wreath of white smoke hanging jaet above a new railway station -wide awake. That is Boppard; silent, sombre Boppard ; jut a bit of centuries ago gone astray into to -day. Haunting thoie old streets, once upon a time, there was a rigged little atom of hamanity, more or Les a nuieance to him- self and to every one else, vvho d zie ,er knowu the luxury of a father or mother or even of the most distant relative, who had never possessed a farthing that he conta call his own, who was innoceet of the slighteat knowledge of where be was born and could only guess when by making com- parisons with other children who might, perhaps, be twioe his own age. It was I. All that I knive of myself, concerning ray anoestory, was that Italian blood ran in zoy veins This I learned from a good old soul in Boppard who took pity upon me through my boyhood, and played more or less the part of a guardian, telling me over and over again, all that she knew of my mother; that she was an Italian woman,very beautiful, but unable to speak a word of German, who came one day upon Boppard from -no One knew where, bringing with her a boy just old enough to walk beside her, clinging to her hand. The next day she went away, alone, and still no one lmew where, expect so fares her body was concerned, for they had laid that in the paupers' vault, down by the slumbering ohurch. There was no estate to settle; she had absolutely nothing in the world to leave to me exoept my name and only one name at shat; mat "Carlo." She called me Carlo when she was dying, and so the good people of Boppard called me Carlo afterward. That and the clothes I had on were absolutely all that was left to me except an insatiable desireto make piotures of whatever pleased my fancy. How I grew, even to boyhood has been a mystery to me; yet, while growing, I managed to gather from here and there a few random suggestions in art, even in Boppard. I watched and wondered while the sLueld village painter created a sign or stained a door, with raptuous envy or main. telligibla yawl° a as the design or Bleeding barmonized or mashed with my incoherent ideas of unrecogaiz:d alt; but the sum and substance of my only real, oonsoions ambition lay in one sapreme, omnipresent desire to please a little maid of the Father- land, named Mina. Poor as I was -so very much poorer than any other boy in Boppard-it was strange good fortune that, from my earliest recol 'Elation, Mina was a loyal companion, play- mate and friend. She bad flexen hairand light bine eyes. She had laughing lips and a happy, generous heart. That was Mina. My Mina. Together we played day after day upon the Rhine, in its muddy, midsammer gurgle, with many an eddy and whirl hurry- ing aver the ehellows, or its springtime freshets, as it roared and thundered be- tween its banks, sometimes overflowing them ; now a great, broad sheet of tur. bulent Switzerland; then a lower, deeper murmur of the. Fetherland, shimmering over its shining sands. Many and many an autumn day we oroesed the river, in the ungainly Rhine rowboats, to climb among the vineyards opposite, while the sun was tonahing the ruddy dusters with a tincture of blue, turning them purple. Itwas quite spinet all the laws of the land or us to ramble about la the vineyards when the grapes were ripening, but there never wae a keeper BO bold BB to shake big head at Mina when glee presented her little sat or at me when I followed her; though I very well know what my reeeption would have been if by chance I had ventured there alone or with some one else then Mina. To the tight of Boppard are the ruined walls of the old castle where day after day we rambled, playing ottraelves quite out of poverty and Boppard, and into great lord@ And ladies, knights and eweetheartel, gallantly obeerviog all the chivalrous doctor= of than stately days of yore, and living, to the minutest detail, the legendary lore so fondly fostered in eong and story by the true hearts on the thine. Oh, I Was all for my Mina then, and my Mina was all for me, Often there were other children with as, but that did not Matter ; for if my Mina were Lady of the Cestle I WAS always the Lord, and ifJ were champion of Borne mystic, battlefield, coin- ing bowo from a groat ornsado, it was always Mina velar) Wee the sweetheart wait, ing tor me at the most It was all real life to us- far more 'reel than poverty and Boppard. We might have fended that °tit actual existenoe, dOwn in the Yaliey, wee a myth, but we never doubted the reality of mytbogrethere who, in ratirohen ramp), illuminated tne feudal transports of the Rhine. When we were tired, for the time, of pre - Wading, I woad steeltlelully ixtraot a piece ot elette from the old wail and. upon tt draw pictiirest et Mina, with bite of colored orayou which we heti found from tirne to time mod which we treaeured ae our lives. These piotures were not alway the 0 %Ma. SOMOtiMe8 they represented the lettle &eget of Boppard-a nut brown maid with berry etaiited fingers; aometimee they were the Lady of our Deeapoland °esti° ; bat ever and Always they team Mina. And Mina alone of all Bopperd prattled my pictures; the rest, looth old and young, either laughed at them or angrily bade me spend my time lees fooltebly. Mina aloe Hied them, She would smile and say that I made her prettier than she really was but she would sit by me and help we with her sympathy and enoonragement. I would often shake my head aud, for an installs oatohing a glimpse of the great world of possibility beyond me, would say, without at all underetanding what I meant, "Ni, no, Mine, it is really not half BO beautiful as you 880M to me; but there is something the metier with the crayon, it never just does what I am thinking it will do" ; and Mina would laugh and praise me still, There was not a boy in Boppard bat dressed better than I, was stronger than 1, and had muoh more to boast of than I, yet all the boys envied me the friendship of my Mina. When 1 woodered how it came e.bont that the f siendehip was mine, I nn• cousciousty philosophiz Id upon it that I conld draw 1.i3tures , rind tbe other bays could not, therefore it malt be the pictures. It was only a thought -hf innocent and ienorant youth, but it became a long, lotig tbosight, etretuhing far it way, law the fature and growing with time, till it formed the one coutrolling idea ot my life and led we at last into a most serious blunder, accounting for, bat my no mimes exuttaing much in the years that followed wilieh might better have been otberwise. prizad the love of Mina as only a boy could who knew iu hie heart thas but for tt he would'have been BD Utter outcast. What did the other children care for me when Mina was not there! Wtien ehe was with me I was lord of the castle, lord of the vine• yari, lord of everything. If she were not beside me I had to look well to my ears that I did not lose thane altogether in the wholeeale and indiscriminate boxing') be- stowed upon them by any one who °teamed to be out of temper; and I cennot wonder Shat when the boy felt that for all this loyal protection he was really indebted to his little powers at art he became an ardent devotee at the altar of -unknown 93szbetios. Is WWI either that I loved the art for Mina, or that I loved for art; which it was 1 aro not yet postive ; but I was sure that everything depended upon Mina and equal I)„ sure that Mina depended upon my pictures. To conquer in one or the other was the greet, solitary hope and ambitiou of my boyhood, and without mice pausing to determine for which or for what I was struggling, or trying in any way to under- stand myself, I felt the sentiment grow stronger and stronger as I grew. When we were alone Mina would sing to me. She sang as we played in the vineyarde. She eang as I made plotures for her; and t knew, even then, that her voice must be like the voices of the angels. She would sing the songs of the Rhine boatmen, uufurling the ungainly sail, making a rudder of a °lames' oar and eteering the rude craft &arose the rushing river. She sang the sweeter melodies of the vineyards, when all the villagers climb the pyramidal hills, to gather the ripening clusters of grapes for the femme Rhine wines; or Mee sang the wilder songs of chivalry borrowed from Rhinieh htetory and, laughing, she would dealere that she was singing sooge for me, by.and-by, when I had grown to be a man; but the dearest of all to me, the sweetest Bong she sang, was the tale of Lorelei. I never thought of ite rude side while she wae singing. I never thought of anything, in feat, bat of the melody and the way Mina sang it. I would ask her to sing it again anct again, for it seemed as though I could never be satisfied. I would clap my hands and tell her that she was a great opera singer and I was the audience applauding, and that I should keep up the applause until she came back to sing it once more. I loved music with trne instinct, and I really knew muole more aloont the ways of opera than of alt; for in one the village sign. painter had been my only and unwilling master, while in the other, even in Boppard, in midsummer, wandering minstrels would sometimes ap. pear, in the diemal hall, in what great letters on the surrounding wells announced as "Opera." I would steal in, when I could, to listen and to see how things were done at the opera ; but I knew very well that not one of those bedizined artists ever sang so sweetly as did my Mina. Mina was very mach wiser than I or she might have thought of me and of music as I thought of her and of alt; so, it ottme to this in the end that, aocording to our different capacities, I loved my Mina and my Mina loved se; better and better each day as we lived it; yet neither of us knew what love V188, by any name or definition; other, eaoh for the other and both for the eaoh and while our hearts were growing into beautiful, I alone, by a discordant miscon- ception of it all, wag marring what might have resulted in the sweetest harmony, and in those happy days was scrupulously pay. Ing the preauume upon a poliay which in. eared lorg years of rank incongruities, where there seemed to lie before us only a promised land, an earthly paradise. CHAPTER II. A STRAIMER ENTEB8. A stranger passed through Boppard, one summer day. I had grown to be almost a man' to my own thinking -a half -sized boy ofabout 14 -without advancing a single step beyond the first impressions and convictions of my life. Mina was 13, and she wits just as much my guardian angel as ever she was. With colored crayons I was sketching a battle scene for her upon the smooth surface of She Rhine wall, overlooking the river, on the road up to the mettle, and just as de. votedly trying to please her as wnen she was but 9 arid I but 10 years old. The stranger stood for a moment at my beak, looking over my shoulder. I suppose he had been visiting the castle. Strangers vety often went up and dOwn from Boppard on tht road, and very often, too, patteed to look over my shoulder, if I chanced to be making a piciture for Mina. Sometimes they would day aotnething complimentary, emieetimes they would sok a question, sometimes they would go away in silence, For all or neither I oared nothing, for Mina was beside me and it Wag for her that I was working. This time, however, after the Stranger had watched for a Moment, in a deep and peculiar Yoke, speaking very slowly, he observed "My boy, if you will pardon what nese' appear to yon as an intrnsive enggettion froth en bumble pedestrian, it Is his Opinion fleet, if yet, should study you woad at, better." Then, turning, he Walked quietly away toward Boppard. A boy's heart &valid indignantly within nee; s boy's ptide hie Only povver roge in iogtb tt4 bme fao4r ei umtBoppard.91i tels 1b bold t)iin3c;utghhertew ae o b nay ere it Mina Were in sight. Toe roger Might have dame that, however, hIttn(owetavieoen.4 very ipuinolbedoeiklb i; )0nuoltlop t hweoeinlealle 4dy iu mat hee yd e lie blow aireotly at nly citadel; he ne, jetre.* at the only power that 4 possessed, so far at) I, tweet, to hold to me the affection end the loyelty of nay only friend. I did not dare to look into Mioa's eye% bet teogiely gathered op a handful of dust, trent the road and when the stranger was too far away from ale to notice it, I threw it after him with a muttered imprecation. It wee wet for him or hie opiniou that I oared, but tor the danger in whioh he had placed me. Soon enough I saw the remit ot it ; for, to iny utter onagrin, Mina caught my upiiitee hand, exclaiming, "For shame, Carlo 1" "Woad right had he to look at my pia. tare ? " 1 answered, angrily. "1 WBB not making it for him, I was making it for for you " Vary gently Mina replied: "Re did not mean to make you angry, he ouly told you j eat that you have so often said yours31f, thet you nines study. Why how moon better you drew now than when we were babies! and of course you will do, oh I ao Denote better when yoa are a man arad can sandy." I stood there stunned. Did I hear that from Mina ? Was it Mina who turned up on ine and oruebed the clay feet of ray idol? `iVes it Mina who laughed and said I could do batter? If it tekes two to make friends, as it does Lo make a qasrrel, I ain sure we were not the beat of friends that night ae we walked 13auk to I3oppard, and I could not by r,ey poeeibility have uuderetood ie, had any one told tue that Minn was never so maoh my trieno before, I eutirely forgot to be ang-y with the stranger, I was so much wore au ery with Kluft. I °mud nos speak to her. 11.1 words choked me when I cruet to an iwer her queettons ; and at le,it she gave up, talking end took refuge in that old, old .philosophy -that alum hath charms. She began to sing, Pour little Mine 1 She 'clew how I liked to bear her eing and she knew how, MJ8t of all, I hit the Lorelei. So she sang of the great rook over the river just above St, Goer; of the rapids &led the shallows earl the hidden ledges at the bend of the river; ot the great cliff up above them and the golden-baired Lorelei salted upon it, singing her wondrous song; of the bewildered boatinen sweep- ing down those rapids, heedlesa of oar and sail, listening to the fatal melody. And all the while, as my beg it heart followed the story, I thought of myself as the boat- man, of' my little lite as the repide, of the stranger as the hidden ledge, at the bend of the river, and of Mine and her love as the Lorelei and her song. She sang of the shook as the boat streak the rooks and the boatmen were swep away; closing the song with a little trill, all of her own composition, which I had always sipplended moat merrily, regardless, both of Ms I fenoy, of the sad refrain pre- ceding is, for it had never aeemed sad to me before- " Una das hat mit Bar= Bingen Die Lorelei gethen." • All my life, i 5 eeemed to me, I hal been listening to the lovediong of Lorelei, fondly dreaming that it was 10 50 ehe wee singing, berietuate she was proud of me, only to awaken to a wreak, upon the first reality that appeared; with the cruel ver liot that I could do better; and, ia all sincerity and earnestness I muttered savagely that last refrain," And this is what, with her,jij4. ing, my Lorelei has done." Oh, the blindnees and the folly of it 1 Deliberately and angrily I turned upon my little Mina, whose heart, doubtless, was sadder than mine oonld possible have been, but who was eingiog in spite of it because she was sorry for me that I was sad, and I, only intent to avenge a wrong which no one had ever done me, exclaimed : " I am not tbe only dolt 1 11 you ehould study music, Mina, you woull sing a great deal better than you do now." "So, indeed, I should, Carlo," Mina replied, smiling through her tears. "And that is just what I am going to do while you are studying art, you know." Title only made me so much the more angry that, without even saying good -night to Mout, I timed abruptly into a narrow alley, from which wound upward a long staircusee, leading to a little atti chamber - my home. I could pity and appreciate Mina quite enough now to make up for any leak of appreciation and pity then, if -at were only then and not ' now, as she went slowly en her way to her mother's house, a little farther down the street, unoonsoimaly singing still the same song of the Lorelei. I could hear every note of it. Dear little Mina ! (To be continued) The Bird of 'Wisdom. An owl sat up in a hickory tree, And said in an impudeut manner tome, " Ter-huot I ter -hoot tar -boo 1" I asked her, politely, You lovely oLd bird, Have you of the 'Gulden Discovery; heard?" bhe ruffled her feath,rs and spoke but a word - Teat deary, mmotonous " Who? Dr. Pierce's G -olden Medical Discovery is a warranted lung, liver and blood remedy, a powerful tonio and alterative, and a reliable vitalizer for weak persons; a panacea for scrofula, hip -joint diseases, fever sores, swellings and tumors; contains no alcohol, and is a medicine without a peer. There is no riek in buying a guaranteed article. Yotir money brook itis don's benefit or cure. AMONG the promment men who have passed to their reward daring the present year may be mentioned Osrdinal Newman, Cardinal Pecobi (brother of the Pope), Dr. Doellinger, Canon Liddon and Rev. Robert Laird Collier, all ecoleeiastios of world- wide celebrity. Of military men Lord Napier of Magdale, and Major -Gen. Terry are perhaps the most famous who have died. Other names to be mentioned are those of August Behnont, the New York hanker and politician; William 111., King ot Holland; she Duke of Aosta, ex King of Spain; Adam Forepaugh, the famous doom:lean ; Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton, the African traveller and explorer ; Sitting Ball, the Sioux chief, who was largely responsible for tile Custer as 80,0r0 ; the Sultan of Z enzibar ; General Salamanca, Captain-Geoeral of Cuba, and Dr. C. H. Paters, the eminent astronother thIf3noarejgoohint Hoitounosuelf osfntab es Bene6ptueblaioohannit Hof, 11/itohell was nominated by soolamation United States Senator to ' snowed himself Chancellor Von Oeprivistates that pro posele for the abolition of tiorn adds need in the Reichstag will probably be shelved by being referred bathe Budget Orimmittee. A anted of abotit 500 Russian Hebrews Men, Women and children, hive tended a; tower with the intention of emigrating 10 the tInited Statee. Dr. E M, Lott, of London, Mtg., heti been appointed Professor of mttaio in Erin it thiVereitya It le reported thet the Czar has ordered poettiotielnent of the application of the thotle wondrous titles, or dreamed theta they tebellion. A stranger had reproached me antieSeatitio Uwe for three years, owing to Ware hut royaireitemieSseteated by modern wooaor ot be bed dared to do it the repreeentations of ilhanOlete. ArriON DIN G Ininlit AL& Ift to a 0010,hdeitAinglnol/voliteelattnoer.Exerolso- It does a wan good to attend a funeral. Solemn thoughte Drowns the better nateires ot men. The peal ot the ohuroh organ thrills the henoan freme and plungee its bearers into deeper thought. The pree- enoeof death nalooks the inner chamber of the heart, and the mantle of worldly uohoecieei:ya tomoraele 1 fig hiet lfiotititiodw, a ,S;v1ifthinsapectitniogne of repentant feeling, Death teeohee the duty of men to man and fosterseulf al friendehip between the living. Otte night the news editor Of a daily paper eat in his office telling stories with & friend. He had jest flubbed relating a story of a young men who slept he a jewelry store in Kansas City, and awaken, ing one night and finding a ;Ober in the room managed to kill him with a rusty old sword. Then, plaoing one of the oorpee',3 feet lender (mob arm, he dragged his victim to the polite station. " How is it," asked the friend, o that a man could do mole a thiog ' "On, pales w 1" said the editor, " I pre- sume he was like me. I have no horspr of death. 1 would experience no different feeling, if a dead man were in tbia room, than I do with you here. I believe that if there was bat one bed at my disposal and corpse lay on that, 1 should melee the oorpse lie over and sleep with it. When a men ie dead he is non est. I don't believe in a hereafter, and ell this flue feeling over death is but the result ot thin:mends ot years of superstition." When the editor floiehed hie bold suer. tion, not a, little braggingly, he went to work again, and the old friend departed. Bat a few nights afterwards the latter returind to pay another visit. Aa he en tared the door he noticed a marke i change in the usual, b ld, careless roanuer of the editor. The letter rose from his chair, and pressed hie 1 riend's hand tightly, and teara almost welled from his reddened yes. " Why, what is the matter ?" asked his fde,nd1 ,M7 father died last night," answered the editor. "Bit down" ; and when his friend was seated he eoutinued : " I want to take bank what I said the other night, aboat death. I witnessed the most touch. ing Beene of lite lest night, and it made me ory like a ohild. My father and mother were both pest 60 years of age. For months my father had been gradually sinking, but we did not exeeot the end so soon The papr had just gone to press last night when I received word to come home theme. diately. When I reached home the end was very near. My mother sat ett the head of the bed, bending over the emaciated form of my father, with tears streaming down her dear old face. I had been there but a moment when, with the last bit of strength left, he raised hie arms and his lips moved as it he would epeek. Tenderly she placed her arms around him and said I understand you, San, but I aan go no farther with you. We must part now, and e oa must go on alone, but I'll'not be long looming, and we will metal again in heaven. Good bye, Ben.' The old ratin'e lips moved faintly again, and he fell beak on bat pillow with a happy, resigned expression on his face. I ottn't believe thoae two out people will never meet again," concluded the editor with tears in his eyes. Thia was bat a strouter incident of the effect of death on the living. Few men, if any, have the worldly strength to make ' bemselves believe that death cannot eta -cute a religions feeling within.thom. The funeral impreases the greatest truth of life -that it has an end, and thought of death suggests the question, whither? Ladies. Footgear. The newest embroidery for shoes is in gold thread like a spider's web, with a rad seri gold spider and a blue and white -headed fly. Very fine floral embroidery is introduced on bleak shoes in pink and green beads. Bands morose the instep are new, and So are the seeds shoes, covered with narrow stitched bands of a darker shade. Tiny buckles are principally worn, with no bows at all. -London Letter in Chicago News. Few and Far Between. Chiosgo Inter Ocean : Now and then you come across men and women who re mark, "I hate children." It is always safe to run a black line throuele the centre of their names and ie every relation in life give them a "wide berth." A man or woman who "hates" innocent childhood treads the riskiest path of any, man or woman in all this nuiverse. _eta_ Frightful ea ndal . " Dreadful scandal about Dr. Pala." " " He claims to be a bachelor, bat I heard yesterday he'd buried 19 wives." " Horrible I" " Yee, ient'i it? Other men's wives, I mean, of course." That's so. Ottawa Journal: If Mr. Plimsoll's charges have not been subetantiated with regard to inhuman treatment of cattle in the Canadian export trade, they have certainly developed a great deal of useful information regarding Inhumanity to human beings. "For Sale by bruggists." A Berlin stable asps : It is offioially announced that the public sale of the Kooh lymph will soon be entrusted to druggiets throughout this country. He Was Sceptical. New York Sun: Old Robinson (reading) -The average weight of the Wellesley Col- lege girl is 119i pomade. Young Robinson-fl'ml I'd like to go up to Wellesley and test that statement. He'd Never Get It. Life "Drop me a line," yelled the drowning meta. "What's the nee?" said the humorist on the docile. "There's no poet office where you are going." As an example how the heritage of the people was bestowed upon favoritee in ye olden time, we publish a clipping from the Dandee People's Journal whioh has been tient us : " 1, Malcolm Kenmore, King, the first of my reign, gives to thee, Barron Hunter, uper and nether Powinade, with all the lands -within the flood, with the Back and the Haektonn, and all he been& hp and down, above the earth to Heaven, and alt below the earth to heti, as free to thee and thine se tier God gate to Me and mine ad that for a, bow and a brod arrow when I come to shuit upon Yarrow, and foe the mak suith I bite tbe white weir with my teeth before Margret my wife,and Moll my ntiree. "Biu subseribtur, "1057, Diermoreif KANMnnIE ing, " Mennelie, Wittiese. "Moi, Witneett," Miss Brads Friederlobee, Who expects to come Sorties the water soon to write op the Irieh question in Almeria& for a Loudon newspaper, le well known as a writer for British lonthele. She is a German girl, still under 80, and is muter of !levered len um es r.s.gur-rosra or ',ASIR.- Thee' are Artistic and Kept In feareot Order. Paris has abOtit 1300 miles of gee mains and pipes and consumes in the M8Hat80- ture of tote over 1,000,000 tone ol coal yearly, There ere over 60,000 gas lamps, owaserning different q commies of gas, according to the importanoe of the locality, With a pop elation of About 2,225.000, the city con Burned in 1889 312,258,070 oubia metree of gas. Tile lanterne are mostly oiroular, that form being preferred as casting the least ehadow, and of glees been:WW1y white and clear. Reflectors are commonly ueed, as it ie estimated that they inoreeee the light 30 per cont. The lamp poste are of bronzad iron, and great attention is paid to artistic f,orm and eoliditY of pose. They taper gracefully up ward from a oonioal base to the lantere, tvhich is itself hand- somely ornamented -and eurmounted usually by a osatellated design. Tiaey are from eight to about ten feet in height, and the gas company is required to keep them, as well as the lenterne, in perfect order. -St. Louis Giobe...Dentocrat• orace Rehire bleat. BY WI.LLIA41 =MU; ,JIARILLTON. Thanks, 0 G id I to Thee for these Tokeus of Thy love, And for what our soula min seize Of the joys above. Bless these earthly mercies,Lord, For our health and strength, And to us and ours accord Heaven itself et leuath. Our unholy spirits cleanse la Thy ltvb g lake, And forgive us alt our sins For our Saviour's sake, Amen, New Tear's Greeting. Here is it very good one. It went through the mail to•clay, printed on a tag, attached So whiten was toe cork of a ohampegete bottle: Mar merry y ule, Of bumper joys be full. I'd like to crack &bottle, friend, Wi,.12 teen, for Auld Lang Syne, And as I wet my throttler friend, Driukjoy to thee and thine. Tho' cash I oen't out -fork, my friend, Hind hearts are more than wealth; So let us rental the cork. my friend, And sniff each otheis health; Wishing you a very happY new year. Be Spoke feelingly. What was considered a very good joke by the professional men who heard it at a rmnt dinner in this city,. where the re- porters were ocies,aionoas by their absence, 1158 j 4st leaked oat. One of their number wae responding to the toast of " the Ladies," and was treating the subject in a uniq ie way. Atter paying the nanal own- par/lents to the softer sex, he eaid " I tell you, gentlemen, a greet deal has bane said and written about the women in all ages, but I am going to ton& an im- portant branch ot the eubj :et by speaking of the mother ia.lew—" Just then one of the gentlemen inter- rupted the speaker with, ‘• Bet how is it if a man has two?" "Alt, bow feeingly you speak l" was the happy rejeincler, all the more happy from the feet that the interrupter is blessed with a brace of healthy mo.hers.in-law who make his home a paradise. Boston, Broolrlyn, Buffalo. Here are some interesting statistic's of three °idea which spell their names with a big B: Boston contains $822,026 100 of taxable property and $26,592,400 of prop- erty exempt from taxation The rate per $1,000 is $L3.20. Brooklyn's asseseed valuation is $452 758,601, an increase over 1890 of $24,274,920. Its net debt is 638,- 131,565, an increase of $3,492,023. In other words its net debt is $1 for every 612.37 of valtie.tion. The net debt of Bat. falo is 69.986,736, an increase of $245,670 over 1890. Rather Realistic. Exchange: The gamins of the oity are crazy over the Eyraud trial, and orowde are gathering aboat the Paleis de Justice and every convenient corner singing the now popular refrain: She lured the man into her lair.tra-la, And her lover he strangledhim there, tra-la ; With a kiss and a hug And a rope a id a tog They did the job neatly and well; Ohl La Belle Gabrielle! They knew the, he carried a, cheque, trade, And to grab it they twisted his neek, tra•la ; For poor old Gouffe there was"old Nick" to play For I fear the old rain went to 11-11 Through La Belle Gabrielle, The Perfection- of Politeness. A writer in the New York Star narrates SO instance of what he terms the perfeotion of politeness. A little girl had upset a glass of water at table in presence of com- pany, and her eyes filled with tears. In- stantly the host upset his own glass with a crash that drew the gsza of all, to the infinite relief of the childish guest,and peace was happily restored. The incident was pretty, and she sympathetic thought. fulness whieh it revealed was beyond all commendation. Dr. Dodd's Death. New York Tinyes : When the Rev. Dr. Stephen Dodd deed, an Best Haven poet took upon himself the duty of writing a suitable epitaph, and here is what he pre - stinted, with due respect, to the widow : "Here lies the body of Dr. Dodd, Have mercy on his soh', 0 God; Almighty God, do unto Dodd As Dodd wuuld do if he were God." The sole condition. Life: "Gentlemen," said the Governor, who had been petitioned to extend ex - emotive clemency to a prisoner oonvioted of poisoning her husband,. "1 will par. idioonnpie woman, bat only on one condi- 4' And that 10—? That she shall not go on the stage." Always Acceptable. Beale) News: 4' Stop, Charlie, don't ask me. I've always regarded you as a good joke, that all, rand the fair maiden. "Well, I tell you what," returned Charlie, "you'd better snap me right up. Good jokes are hard to find nowadays.'! John was Able. jorgblabv.ennifilinto:.&thostpittrindpitlh.: Mnerew. by ;lave: ajoliat:ea:clonpLyt?hat you. will be able to B& no ; and by the way, won't yoa let me John (heroically) -NO. The Brotherhood of L000nsotive Engl. neere,has 27 715 m inhere at preeent, an intoreae0 of 2,312 in 1890. An extensive 0108011de deposit is said to have been dieoovered itt LotighbOrci' town. ehip. An eminent German has been oonnting the number Of haled in human heeds of dif tering colors. In a blonde One he found 140,400, in a brown 109 440, iri ablsok 102,- 962, arid in a red one 88,740. A private deepatch from 'Santiago etatee that the Milian neved fotaes have started ft revolution. N a.TURAI. GAO r11181.1..O. A Hotel Wrecked, several Pereone Rifled avid atiSnY Wonaeled A Findlay, 0., despatch says: The aret great disaeter Findlay has ever expert. eneed from the uee ot natural gas °marred Alertly before noon to -day. Wane tlio *mate of the Botel Marvin were wt ting to be semenoaed to dinner, it was discovered that gas was ()eloping from a leak eome- where into the diaing.roona. Mr Ildervin, the owner of the building, with three plumber, epent the entire forenooa trying to leaete the leak. About 10 o'clock they eutered a chamber under the dirtiog.rootn spd tottnd stole an soonmulation of gas that they could not breathe, and it was suggeoted that a hole be sawed through the floor into the dining room in order to obtain fresh air. This was done, and just as the hole was made one of the dining -room girls, who wae sweeping the floor, stepped upon a wedeln and in an inetaiat an explosion marred whioh not only wreaked the building, but killed two girls and maimed and iejared a dozen other employees. The force of the exploeion was so great that it blew out the fleme of the ignited gas, and no fire fol - owed the awful ruin whioh the ehook caused. The whole oity was shaken by the concussion, and all the windows on the -square were demelished, while the wreok ot the hotel building was all hat complete. The only rooms in the house esoaping deatruotion were the parlors and the offioe. Had the explosion ocotarred ten minutes later the loss of life would haYe been frightful, as nearly a hundred people Were waiting in the roome to be called to dinuer. When the work of removiog the dead 'wed rescuing the dying was began, it wee found that Katie Walters, a waitress, had been' killed out- right; Ella Johnson, a dining -room girl, was found alive under a mass of lodes arid mortar, but she died shortly afterward; Kete Rooney, another dinhig.room girl, was also fatally injured, but is still alive; Frank Ponadetone, day olerk, 'manfully bruised and out about the neck and face, bus he will recover ; Anson Marvin owner of the building, who was with the aumbere ander the dining -room floor when the explosion (marred, was probably totally inj ured, as a great deal of the fie= from tbe gets wite inhaled; Albert French, porter of the hotel, seriously bat not 1 etally hurt; Frank Andrews, OM of the proprietors, bad his right eye knocked' out and ie badly braised. The three plumbers were pain- fully hurt, but not eerionely. The loge is about 635,000, oofered by insurance. A Fiendish Huebaudl. &Dublin cable attys.: At Magherafelt, Tyrone, yesterday, a firmer who had not been on good terms with his wife &1 tempted to kill her. He broke a hole in the toe and, draping the woman to the spot, plunged her nead foremost into the ioy water, her feet alone b3ing visible, keeping her submerged until she was almost drowned. When resoued by some farm hands the victim was insensible and stiff with cold. After being taken to her heme under &Mull treatment he was rastored to life. A short time after re- gaining consciousness she gave birth to a still -born obild. The woman is in a oritioal condition. Her brutal husband was arrested and narrowly esoeped death at the hands of his enraged neighbors. A Rig Land Slide. A Tacoma despatch says: A disastrous landslide occurred on th$ line of the Northern Paoifio lest night at Palmer's, 43 miles frorn this city. A mountain of earth and dirt now covers the *retake of the'road for a &steno of over 300 yards, and travel has been completely shut off. The road- bed of the line in the vicinity of the soot - dent is preotioelly laid on the side of a huge bluff. Oa Friday night the rain made inroads upon the bank, and two hours before midnight hundreds of tons of earth and rook fell upon the roadbed For a dis- mantle of over 900 feet along the traoks the fallen earth averagee a depth of 10 feet. There is no way to build around the slide and passengers are transferred. • The Chilian Revolution. A. telegram containingfurther news of j the rebellion in. Chili bas astbeen received in London by way of Buenos Ayres. It says a number of she naval rebels had dis- embarked at Coquimbo, and the trove were trying to surround the insurgents and isolate them. from loyal district& The despatoh adds that President Balmacteda has issued a manifeeto energetioally assert. ing his authority and refuting the ineur. gents' preteneions. The Chronicle urges the Government to strengthen the navy in the Paella so ae to guard the British sabjeats Oka. The paper adde that nothing should be neglected while the diffinilty with Amer- ioa and the troable in the S4ath exist. Four Men Dashed to Death. A. Troy, N. Y., despatch says: Yesterday morning a terrible accident occurred at Split Rook qaarry, six miles north of West. port, on Lee° Champlain, four men being killed outright and two so badly injared that they may die. A loaded oar on the tramway used in lowering the granite to -the lake started down the steep incline. For some reason the man at the brake left his post, and the oar dashed down the grade at frightful speed. The car crashed into a group of persons consisting of the two sons of Supt. Robertson, aged 12 and 17 years, the engineer and three quarrymen. Both the Rebertson boye, the engineer and one quarrynian were instantly killed. Severe Self -Judgment, Toronto Grip: Qaiokflash, sen. (to his son) -Don't you think you could make yourself useful by cleaning off this snow? Quiakflesh, jan.-Ave-rather queer job, don's you think, far the son of a gentle- man ? Qaiakfitsh, sen. (exploding) -Son of a jeokaes, you mean 1 Cold Comfort. New York Weekly : Mrs. De Bette (neusingly)-Three of the girls I went to soktool with have eloped frOm their hue. ban& Mr. De Bette (Suspiciously) -Main Perhaps you would like to be the fourth. Mrs. De Bette (eseuredly)-0h, no, aouldn't leve the children. Quite an Item. Puck: Closet -1st (to wholeeale m %nage!) -Have yon made up the list of things in our line affected by the tariff? Manager -Yee, sir; everything, save one item, has tisen enonnottaly. Closeflet-And what item is that ? Manager--Saleriee iaxeusetale. Rechester Herald: A. man in Philedel- phia was singing re gong about Parnell the other night when an Idaho= present bit the singer on the head and fractured hie skull. Stiole 9, result is most deplorable, but then wine men are very poor singera. A St. joeeph (i10.) baby swallowed portion Of the glees tette in its aursting bet - d f r more ts'