Huron Record, 1880-12-03, Page 6BURIED IN 4. MINE,
. A$ EliallBe4L( 13 NNETT
Waft I ever down in a goal mine? Yes, once,
I
Will tell you the story.
I had some friends livingin the coal -mining
region of Pennsylvania, and,I wan induced to
pay..them a visit.- •
While there I was anted if I would like to
descend into one of the most lemons mines
and see how the hard,black fuel, which
,affords us such grateful sensations on a cold
winter night, is procured front the bowels of
the earth.
Now I have a strong natural desire to see.
everything new and strange ; but then I am
oleo very Cautious, and do not.oare to put my
life in peril merely to gratify my cariosity, so
I hesitated and reflected a little before I
answered :
" I should like to ase the miners at work
ff it could be done without risk of We."
A pretty, bright, blue-eyed young lady who
was prevent, and to whom I hadtaken creat
3anoy, burst out. with a ringing tingle ; `
" Surely you are not afraid, Mr; Maples?"
she exclaimed, with a mischievous twinkle of
her blue eyes that did more to urge me• en
than all the argumpnte of all her . relations
Could have done in a month, for no man
likes to be thought a coward in the presence
of beauty. - _
" I certainlywouldnot like to be oonsidered
afraid, Miss Suart, merely because Ihave a
repelling sense of danger," I redlied.."Surely
you do not think it necessary for a man to be
foolhardy in order to prove that he is not a.
poltroon ? 'I believe every one is in some de-
gree afraid when he eeesdanger, but some
people are 'gifted Stith' the''faculty of Boeing
da Iger where others no not."
"• And sometimes where it does not exist"
° It may be;"'
" And you possess that gift largely," she
laughed.
' Nay, Miss Stuart,- nouhardly do .me
justice. I atleast claim• to be reasonable.
In the case of mining coal, neither you nor
any one else who is familiar With past occur-
rences in the mines 'Can truthfully declare
that there is not all the time danger down
in those: dark 'and awful depths, and that
every ono who descends thither, be it for a
minute or a month, carries his life in his
hands." •
" Well, I at leastam not afraid," she re-
joined, somewhat boastingly ; " and I at
least have been down•there as many times as
I am years old." . .
" A matterof nineteen," I observed.
" Exactly nineteen," she smiled.
" We11, then make it twenty, and I. will ame
company yov,.. -said. .
'a Agreed," was her prompt response,
The instant she said this I experienced a
strange sensation, like a presentment of evil,
and I would gladly have had my .promiseusi-
spoken. But it was too late for •me to think
of changing my declaration, •evert• had the
danger been a thousand timesmore apparent,
for I am ono of those stubbornly firm in,
dividuals who always live up to try given
word, let the consequences be what they may;
and so a prepared ourselves and went down
into the. mine -a party • of four of us -two
gentlemen besides miselfand the lady I have
mentioned. ; .. .
The descent •for the firsttwo :hundredfeet
was in a largo bucket, lowered by windlass ;
an•1 I do not.thirik that any One for the first'.
timo ever yet took that plunge•into the panel'
abyss of darkness and wystery without an in '
ward ehrinkiug akin to,hgtror, however care-.
• less and indifferent mannave.. bean itis _out -
men essunillt}on,.,..,-- -n e,...
One of our party, who: was conueetet�. with
the mines, and was to antes ounguide on•the
present occasion, Carried a Davy lamp fasten-
ed to his can. and by this feeble : light wo
could dimly siva each Other's face
-�-
black, name -walla which snrronnded i
and the
-as
down, down; ever down we-kept-„za}ing
deeper and deeper into the bowieof the
black pit, well knowing that the eliglitoat ac-
cident might land us suddenly on the shores
of eternity.
The two gentlemen and 'myself looked grave,
as became the place and the'' occasion ; but
pretty Sibyl Stuart was full of talk and ani-
mation, rattling on from one thing to •.an
other, never seeming. to ` caro for' a reply,,
but apparently satisfied to hear the ;sound of
_her nwn voice. Was she really heedless of
any possible danger, or was this light Chatter
done to Dover serious fancies and misgivings?.
I could' not believe the words came from a
heart as light and free as they seemed to re-
preeent.
Reaching; our first landing, to began our
exploration through long dark gallerics,where
every hero and there a heavy propeupi.orted
the rocky roof,with the thin layer of .founda-
tion supported in turn in the same manner,;
still below us, tier on tier, so that the yield.
ing of any weak spot, far .down in those awful
depths, might precipitate -thousands ofsquaro.,
feet into ono shapeless mese, and'bury xis or -
ever from .human eight.
Still, as .there was no more danger, appar-
ently, of this occurring now, than et anytime
within the past twenty years, .chore- was no
good of reason for my taking'the subject into
eonsideitition, except that of my being still
haunted by that presentment of evil, inaneoh
I have snokon. -
Our guide led the way to some moving
lights,which we could see sparklingin the pro-
found darkness, and we soon found ourselves
at the top of another theft, where another:de-
scent of a hundred and fifty feet was made in
a bucket ; after whish- followed seine rough
climbing over rooks aixit fissures,. with hero
and there a descent by ladders, :which. preved
both precarious and tiresome, till; at last, we
stood upon a ledge, from' which, a ,hundred
feet still below us; we.behele a hundred mov
ing lights, and heard the peculiar sound of
the miners at their daily toilof digging out
and breaking the black lumps of. coal that
were intended to find their way to the .bright
world above. •
-
"There they ere," exolaimcd oar fair com-
panion, vivaciously, " looking, with their .red
bobbing lights •and shadowy forme, like so
many fiends of Pandemonium t Would you
like to go down among them, ],VFr. Maples?".
" Ijou aro satisfied where yen aro, Mien
y ll venture to'say Stuart, *ill i Y.
I have teen
enough," was my reply, with a kind . of
-shudder. -
" Oh, for that matter, I am willing to -let
you have your own way now," she rejoined,
with a 'light, Careless • laugh. " Y`•pu have
braved the danger so far like a gallant soldier,
and are now entitled to your dischargoi"
" I see that, fn ,your thoughtless . way, you.
are still disposed to. make sport of my natural
•aution," I replied,, a little severely; "but I
would very'' much liko,you to.comprehond that
reasonable caution is not cowardice, nor in
any degree allied to it; and, to prove it in my
own person, I now throw Clown the gdge to
dare
oae�.4yeaambi- ih,loetahone of limo;
urindfyears, pyho've the oragetouprison-Pt '
try"
Even in the dim light I Could .eee that my
sharp words had senta deep color into her
pretty face ; and, after a momentary hesita.
fon, she faltered get ;
" I grave your .pardon, Mr. Maples, if . my
light? flippant remarks; have wounded your
feelinge.
4' All s. already forgotten.„ I cordially re.
plied, extending my hand, whichwasaccepted
in token of ami,
An exolamatn from one of our two Com-
panions at this moment drew our attention to
him. He was looking down atthe miners
through a field-glaes, and his words were ;
0' Eta what oulpable imprudence ! .One
of the miners has struck a match to light his
pipe 1,”
" Which one ? " demanded his oorripanion.
in a quick, excited tone. " Show me the
man, and I will have him din:barged forth-
with!
orthwith!
.J.nst as he spoke, and while he was in .the
act of reaching out his hand for the glass, a
blinding sheet of flame was seen to envelop
all below ; a rush of foul, heated air threw us
down upon the rooks ; and a Crashing explo-
sion, like a thousand thunders, completely
stunned us, and shook riown the rooks around
ne like a terrible.earthgnake.
When I came to my senses, all in the black.
nest of thatraylees altyss,-I heardalow,,wail.
ing moan of terror'and despair, accompanied
with the words :
Oh, my God l my °God 1 what had hep -
paned, and where am I? "a '
.. It was the plaintive voice. of Sibyl Stuart,
and 1 was grateful to God that she:' ,was , still
I knew where we were, and wbat awful
thing had happened, for my recollection eame
with lay consciousness,
Beaching out my hand I touched her; and„
in a soothing tone, said :
". There •has been a terrible. explosion, Mise
Sibyl, and I fear that many lives have: been
lost ; but, thank God, we still survive, and I
hope you have escaped injury."
4' Qh, merciful Heaven, I comprelfend all
now !" she moaned. " Forgive me, dear
friend 1 forgive me.l"
" For what ? "
" Making light of your forebodings and
bringing you here to your doom."
" All fe foregiven iuid forgotten, dear girl ;
shall think of nothing'sow but how to get
you out of this horror alive. ":The foul air here
is almost suffocating. Where are our• com-
panions :? "
She hurriedly called diem by name, bat re-
ceived no reply. ,' -
1 thought -they might still be Unconscious
on the ground, and began tofeel out for them
They Wore only g few feet from us when
the explosion occured ; but as. I. reached put
for them now in the darkness, my hande Dame
in contact with a huge reckon the very spot
whore they had been standing.
In a moment I 'Comprehended the horrid
ninth ; they had both been crushed to death.
under. it,
I hurriedly made known to my fair . oom:
panion the: etartlieg fact, and. added
" It may be that`we two, of alt within' the
Mine, •aro the only ones that. Providence has
spared." • • • . •
•
"Oh, Heaven' n'shogroaned; ".spared,por-
haps for amore terrible. death ' For'howcan°
we ever find Cllr way through the awful dark-
ness to the world above ? " • • •
" We wintry, at all events, and while there
is life there is.hope," I •rejoined in A°oheera .Grover ;met Mae trio, and, addressing iiia teff°+
fel tone, thougll.witb'no .cheerful feelings, for �lifdc `! Come • fn t ou"sliali have them' all."
I thobg�klf, the obnaeage were all-againstouty
Grover fell to: ecking'up her effects; and '.at,.
one time said, "remmie,;Iam awful jealous
of you; because I,fgve you, and because I love
von you can kava everything worth, anything
in; the house." •'
• As. Mrs. Grover and her two relatives were
preparing :.to depart Grover exolaineed,
Jimmie, Boma npastairs ; there's. something
you forgot." -The unsnspectine girl fell into
the trap which the hpeband hail laid ;for
her, and, following him, lightly tripped up the
staircase. •.As'she reached the top :step size
If -we coat iron kflown that we were going
lathe right direction, therewould have been
eome lit+le encouragement to persevere ; but
when re considered that the Changes were
equal of our getting still further away from
the point we wisbed to reaeh, there seemed
no reason for this er,ertion, and we sat down
completely disheartened
" Well, darling, it will be as God willa,i"
sighed. " I have no other consolation to
offer."
And I am to be punished for my
boastful presumption, in the suffering of one
whose life is dearer to me than my own 1"
" Ob, Sibyl, darling, you meet not accuse
yourself, for that tortures me I" cried I,
Our being here is one of those misfortunes
which were to be. We have reached a point
where the air seems less poisonous, and we
may possibly exist here for days ; and who
knows what time may do, when there ate
so many anxioue smile above who will not
rest day nor night until they shall have ex-
plored the•mine in search of the living and
the dead ?"
In that rayless darkness we could
not maks a note of time, nor tell whether it
gore day or night in the world above. We
only knew that, after a long period, we began
to feel the pangs of hunger and
thirst ; that we gradually grew weaker;. that.
we- slept -at• times.; .and that at last we began,
to have strange sensations in our brains, and
see dancinglihts and phantoms,and wonder,
in a vague sort of a way, whether w ' were
tenants of this world or the other. . ;.
- That is the last Iremem'ber till Ifeund my-
self
yself in a room, on a bed, weak as • au infant,,
and numbers of anxious frionde standing
around mo, Even then my first thought was
of my dear companion, and my first word
were an inquiry for her..
When assured that ehm. was safe, I remem-
ber feelinteas
emem-berfeeling-as if I were .in.heaven,.and.at.once.
fell off intoa dreamless sleep,
I subsequently learned that we ' both ' had
been found;;after a three days' search, .in an
uneeneoioue state ; and that, of all the parties
as far dowel in the mine as ourselves. we were
the only ones brought to the surface alive.
One hundred and nine persons had ..perished
in.that awful explosion, and the whole village
wee in mourning.
I have .onty to inddllaaarletbnl acid
I both recovered; and in time regained our
health, and that she is now my loving wife.
A SAD PATE. •
4 Girl of Thirteen Compelled to Marry a
Man of Fifty, who Murders' Her. '
In May last, at Cranberry Brook,: N. J.,
James H Greyer married 'Jemima Chambera,
aged thietsen years. She protested against
being married' to him, as he was verging on
fifty ; but her mother insisted on her union -
with Grover, as he had money and a comfort-
able home, •while she' (the - mother) could not
support her, '
• For a°few months the child -wife .ant her
middle•agedhusband livedhappilyon Grover's
place at Cranberry Brook: The pension. money
:whichh A r aver•:had .-received,. it .ie. said;, be lav,-,
ished upon his wife until it was • exhausted.
Itis alleged that. then Grover began'to treat
is wife harshly, .. ' : On Satltrday lint he beat
her, and in -terror : she fled to her mother's
home, which is near. Pine -Brook
neccpmpaniedby'two relatives, Mrs. Greyer.
went to' her • husband's house... at 'Cranberry
Break; 'to obtain; her .clothes. At the. door
even nems the light of heaven again '” •
• Taking the hand of my fair, cgmpanion,
that we misfit not become separated in the
tiwful darkness, I begantc osirefully grope in
the direction which I supposed would retrace
ori?• steps. • ••
=.T '
he -air. was voryicul With poisonous gases,
and at times it seemed asif it would paralyze
Cala lungs to inhale it.
We soon came to abroad chasm, and had
I notbean carefully, feeling my way, inch by
inch, so to. speak, I. should have plunged head
was confronted by her husbanct with a drawn
long into•a death•pit,anddragged'Miss Stuart revolver. 'Instantly, before she could turn,
down with me. Grover fired.. • The ball struck'her just below
I Could not tell tho,.width:of this fissure in the right eye: She reeled anti fell backward,
the darkness, bnt'ovidently we Could notcr`oas nd another shot, was discharged; tho.ball•
it; for when I: lay down on' the edge ani °rashing, tbrough'tthe. skull and embedding
stretched forth 'my hands, I coiuld•not.tonc itself in the brain. 'The wounded girl fell
tli bther'sicln•, - -headlong-to-the-bottom-=af-the-staircase - -A-
eAlas 1 we Ore 'doomed to perish hero, and
it is all 'my wicked doing 1" 'said, the• sen -
a -cooping
thfid'shot went spfnniug by her,' not taking
effect• - -. •
a-cotteing girl,'. when Ine
annnced toner the , Rushing downstairs and over, the prostrate
reapon that we Could advance no fortle. r in body of his wife, Grover escaped to the street.
that.direction. • Medical aid was soon •summoned but Dr.
FINISHING THE VERSES.
Haw a Brooklyrrinatiottarg•Bklitor Helped,
a liter Poetess Out of re nil noulty, and
How- Sewaa Rewarded.
(Brooklyn. Eagle.)
" If you ploaae, sir," said the young lady,
timidly, as the exchange editor handed her a
Chair, " I have .composed a few verges, or
partially composed them, and I thought you
might help me finish them and then print
them. Ma says they are real nice as far as
they go,"
She was a handsome creature, with beauti-
ful blue eyes and a Crowning glory as yellow
as golden rode. There was an expectant look
on her face, a hopefulness that appealed to
the holiest emotions, and the exchange editor
made up his mind not to crush the longing of
that pure heart, if he never struck another
lick.
" May I show yoa.the poetry ?" continued
the ripe, red mouth. " You will see that I
couldn't get the last line of the .verses, and
if you would please be so kind as to •help
me .
Help liar 1.Though be hed never read even
'a lino of poetry, the, exchange editor felt the
spirit of the divine art flood his soul as he
yielded to the bewildering music, Help her
Well, he should smile 1
" The first verse runs like this," she went
on, taking, courage from bis eyes. -
".How sold? meet tb@ entwine Air
The dying: woodland flus,
And nature turns from restful
• To anti-bilious;pills1" addedtheexohange
editor, with a jerk, . 4' Just the thing. It
rhymes and it's so. You take anybody now;
Half the people you meet, are ---
"I suppose you know best," interrupted
the your tgirl. "'Ihadn`tthought , of it in that
Way, but Von have a better idea of suehthinga.
Now the second verse is more like this : .
"The dove-eyed.kine upon the moor
Look tenter, meek and sod,
While from the•vaUey comes the roar—, -
•
oar - • " Of the mateless liver pad 1" roared the
exchange editor, "There you get. it... That
finishes the second so as to match with the
first. It combines the fashions with poetry,
and carries the idea right home to the fire:
side. If I only had your ability in starting a
verse with my • genine in winding. it up, I'd
quit the shears.and open in the poetry busi-
nese to -morrow." •
" Nay, dear Mise Sibyl; I will not hear yciu ' Hunt said that fatal .results would follow -
;blame yortrself for our being here,'.' I replied ,probin An. hour later gonstable-Hobert
"You simply •did lnot see the. danger in the g'
same light that 1' did -or perhaps I should ray, highwa...:
of Eatontol rrestod Grover on the
yWhen told that he was under nr
rather. say that ydu did not see .the'danger; rest Grover said,- " I expected. it ; I only
at all:" •
taus „ .shot her for fun." . The ggr�isoner was taken
Only as five see danger when it ligh before his wife, who lay polo and suffering oh
she responded , we know we maybe struck, a sofa. • To adeposition mane by thetwo rel-
liut we Can scarcely ,bo said tofear it. -Oh, ativee who saw the shooting she feebly 'signed
Mr. Maples, if there is any way bywhi'h you her name. T)xe paper 'Suss then read to
can save your life, do not give: a thought to Grover, and he said, "Yes, :all right," He
Me, but make the effort alone, and -I will pray betrayed no remorse.. Ho was handcuffed ani'
for your success." ` • .' taken to the Freehold jail. •
" Ah ! now you de indeed wrong mo, and It is believed this evening that the girl oan-
wound my sensitive nature; by assuming in not'liee. • She would • have been thirteen years
all seriousness: that I•am a coward ! -as in I, of age on the 18th inst. There is no doubt
reproaehfally. • • that Grover is demented. . .
' "Oh, do l no! Imeant not that, she pro- Mr. Mott, brother-in-law of Grover; nye
tested. " Itis only that, if:there is one life that Mrs. Aumack tried to have. Grover marry
to be saved, -I would have it yours inateaa of[Mr eldest daughter Elizabeth, but that she
mine:" re ected him. The mother than conceived
Oh, dear Miss Sibyl, dare 1 understand l,the notion of marryin heryoungeet daughter
that you would save my life at the sacrifice of to Grover; =N. Y. Herald.
your own? " •
' Yes," the faintly sighed, after a momoti•
tary-pause. '
I quickly drew back froni the verge ot the
dread abyss, and there in that rayless :dark-
nese and thanawful tomb of death, I caught
her in my arms and pressed her to niy
ddart•
" Think so ?"' • asked the fair young lady.
"It doit't•strike me aske'epingup the theme,'.'
"You don't•want.to.. You. want to break.
the tbeme•hete and there. • The reader likes
it better. Oh, yes ! Where you keep up the
theme it gets monotonous." •
" Perhaps that's so," rejoined SI beauty,
brightening up. "1 didn't think of that. Now
P11 read the third verse : ' •
"How sadlydroopy the dying day,
As nightsprings.from the glen, .
And moaning twilight: seems to. say---
." Theold man's drunk again', wouldn't' do,
would. it?" • asked. the exchange editor,
" Somebody else wrote that, and we might be
accused of plagiarism. : We must have this
thing original. • Suppose we say ; now just
suppose we say: ' Why•did lspout .myBen 7' •'
" Is that new ?" inquired the sweet rosy
lips "At Ieast, I never heard it before.I
don't uativ wlist it menus--": +" `--"
New 7 • 'Deed it's :new.. •.Renis the Pres-
byterian name for overcoat, and spout mean's
to hook. Why, did I, spout My Ben ?':'moans
whydid-I • above my -'topper. 'That'sjust
what • twilight.' would think •bf:first, ,you
know:' Oh ! don't be afraid, that'sjust ins.
manse." -
"..Well, I'll leave it to•yon;" said ,the .glen
ions girl,with atip nil thatpinned.th'e exchange,
editor's heart to bui side. This m the. fourth
vers®
" The merry milkmaid's somber song
Ito -echoes from the.rocka, , .
As silentlysho trips along-, •
—
"-With ,boled,inboth her Books, by,Joye ?"
Cried the delighted exchange editor. ' You'see
THE ASYLUM PURE.
" Oh l -no. no 1" rerpoustrated tire'blushiug-
maiden.. Net that"
"'Certainly," protested the exchange,editor,,
warming up. 1' Niue to four she's' got ''em';
and you'get fidelity to faotenith a...wealth': of
poetical expression... The'`woret ,of poetry
generallyis,yen can't state things as .they
are. It aiu't ^like prose re But :hewe've
busted all the established notiotis,•and put up
actual.oaistence with a venni genttind -poetry
over it Lthink:that's'the 'best idea we've
struci yet" • • • . •
ansa ?don t seem to look d�l.,.t neenounlo-but
of coon=s you are the best. judge.: Pathotight
I ought to sdy:-
ate silently she trips along
I.? Autumn's yellow tracks. '
she might have been pardoned for ,bowing
them, so infinitely small and well shaped
were they, and covered with silk atoakinBw '
that showed thee akin through, the exquisite
little pointed slipper, with its high beels and
brilliant baokles, hardly Covering more than
the sole, In her tiny halide she carried a
huge bunch of violets, the flower the Napo-
leons always loved, and from time to time ab.
would detach two er three and twirl them be-
tween her red lips a la Carmen. Her turnout
was showy, but really 'heap. The horses,
hal foovered with gaudy trappings, still
concealed their their bones, and, apropos to this, it
meet be remarked that m proportion to the
beauty and riobnese of 'everything else here
the horsesare out of all harmony, with few
exceptions, the handsome ones belonging to
the Russians, the English and resident Ameri
gags, They are iil•ahaped, bony affairs, and .
it does not require a stretch of the imagina-
tion to
magina-tion,to believe they are fed half the time on
•bran and sawdust. • Still, tho eslnipages are
fine, and the horses are so elaborately tricked
out that, unitise one is fond of, or takes an in-
terest in animals, they would not bo so likely
to notice it, •
The fair Imperialist had hardly passed when
the platter of a pony's hoofs was .beard, and
there flew by a lady in a. little dog -part, with a
miniature groom behind her, She was alone
and driving herself sitting very straight, and
with a sort of martial air. Every one turned
to look ;et her. " Who is chi! ?» asked your
Correspondent. " Ob, that is tele...Cxrovyi.the_,.• ,.
daughter of the President. She ailects Amen .
can ways altogether, and will •upalk and ride
alone, much -to the horror of the aristoorate,
and even our Republican papers here attack .
her for infringing on long•established cus-
toms." e.
•
1(uvII.�l1V't9MI RItT.
.- Why do. net some of our oarsman learn to
row like Hanlan ? He is not a very big man,
nor all over apowerful .one, though no ie .ex,
°optionally well developed, not only where an
oarsman. always wants it -in tlie loins. -hut
where one who rows as he- does absolutely
must have t -namely, in the extensormusgles
of'the legs. For he doesnotkick his stretcher,
or shove his feet against it with anything like • '
a jerk, but he sets them against it and pushes
with the heaviest and epightiest force be can
possibly apply,• much., as a man pushes with
his legs and feet upon the floor who he be-
strides halt a ton and lifts it--ibho can. This
supreme push, far more .forceful than any,
sudden kink could be, throws every ounce of
pressure against the -fulcrum that he oan pas- .
eibly . impose. Hence' he gets .more power
into his work than any :ler:teeneotive pusher
could get, and it rushee him forward aooard-•
ingly, This is • largely why thirty-six
of his strokes send tam . faster
than forty -ono ofTrickett's, and put him two
good lengths to the fore before either:is off
the Crab Treeand while both are compara-
tively tively fresh. It es hard work, And accounts
for Hanlan's many stops to rest, But it'dote
the business, •'It looks about hopeless for -a
rower on the old method to try to, cope with .
him.. It really, need not be -so, for at. least to
the more intelligent among 'the • rowing men
it must seem-asionishing•-thatan.-men:like .. .
Lriokett,'a'professional; who bee for years
been championed the world, has not sensb
and'judgment enough to let eticli.a rusth r go
on about his business, and, instead of trying,
like a freshman1-to catch hien by crazy spurts
at the start, so.dietribute his strength and wind .
as to Carry him his fastest, whatevor•thatemay
be,ovor the wliole four miles and three furlong?
hot over,.a paltry half mile. For„as usual
-inetianlan'enragme the-tiranerverithe.wt,olg;
ceursnianlow, tlzugh marvelously.fastfor a ,
as: . ne ce er.
little way=as long is se y I .
that dead flat water, andeeith the current,as'
it was, T•riokett . ;and, his , friends had not
thought before - the fight he Cauld have! done.
the distance in less than twontyfivo minutes, •
they:woeld prob(tbly never have let him ledge•:
-Australfa:' And: net his Anne rival thrashes
him tunelessly :and makes a laughing steak of.
him in twentysixminutes and twelve seconds..
There is a lesson for, Oxford had:. Gambrjdge.-
in all this. There is .lessor( for Harvard
and Yale ..iu it,..and, . for eyery oarsman or -.-
scalier, amateur
.•scalier,-amateur or .professional, who - ever
means to row a race. Letussac whiff }villi•
-first learn it. -New 2'orlc Herald:
Thirty Miening;but, onlySfx known to he
Dead.
Sr. PAUL, .Minn., Nov, 18. -Tho enumera-
tion of the 'patients at the burned insane
asylum ,ie completed. Thirty are missing
Of these enc only are nown to o ea , an
their bodies to have been recovered. Tho
missing victims potkilled are.eupposed tube
wandering about the country and hid in the
woods, but the number of the°dead may be in-
creased byfreezing. . All tho records of the
patients in the male department are destroyed,
identification of over
aitatin personal de
nacos B
flue hun t ed patients.
dr
• Gov. Pillsbury has offered in advance from
his own resources the money negessary to
supply bedding and shelter for the relief of
the patients of the burned of St. Peter,
and to reconstruot within sixty days ono eon,
tion of the burned wing to afford shelter for
the patients teethe winter.
-It soems possible to have a good many
acres in eounty Berry without much income
for thorn. Lord Lansdowne', 94,544° acres
are valued at £8,548 a year, Lord Ventry e
91,505 at £15,288, Mr. Blend's 82,540 at
£2,638, the 0 Donohue a 10,405 at £887. .
" You, lovo mo then, Sibyl -doter, dearoat k b d d d
Sibyl -you love me ? " I exclaimed, as I pas
sionately kissed her sweet, tremulous lips.
" Yee , here in the protenoo • of death, I
frankly confesa that I love you, dear Henry 1"
she faintly murmured."•
" Heaven bless you, darling!'" I returned
".it makes xno happy to hear these sweat
words, Avon though death
be near us both 1
What is death, darling, if we are loved by our
beloved and know wo shall die with our love ?.
for death , hero is only life hereafter, tui
we will not dig now, if any effort of out own.
Can save us, and so lot uswork together for
life l r,
With this keeping a dem hold of the dear
girl, I bogan:to feel my way in another direo.
tion ; and so we wandered 'about in the dark -
pees, hour, after hour, seeing nothing, and
knowing nothing. of out course, whether it
were right or wrong.
I said all 1 could to cheer my sweet eom-
panion : but at longth'she began to despair ;
Wouldn't nen do ?"
e. Do ! Jus, look at it. Doee.traeks rhyme
rocks ?,' Not in the Brooklyn Eagle. it doii't.
Besides.; when you s&y !• Creeks' and ' rocks,
you give the imp'ceeiion of some fellow heay.-
ing things at anothor•follow who's scratching
for, safety. • `Socks, on : the other hands,
rhymes with •' rocks,' : and beautifies them
yWhile it touches up the milkmaid, and by
describing her. condition shows her to.. be'.
a Child of the vory'nature yon are showing
tip`,,.
I think you're' right," said the swept
angel. " I'll tell : pa where he was wrong.
This is the way the fifth verse •runs : .
And close behind the•farmor's
Trills forth his• simple tunbs, -•
Andslips beside the•maiden coy-
." And splits his pantaloons ; done it my-
self,; know
y-
solf ;'know just exactly how it is. Why, bless
you heart, you-" • • •
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste, paste. But,.
it is with a saddened heart he, snips and
.pastes .• among hie exchanges now: .The
beautiful vision that :for a moment dawned
upon him hail left but the ro,ollection in his
heart of one "sunbeam in his life, quenched• by
the shower of tears with whioh she denounced
him as a " nasty .•brute" and -went out from
him forever;
•
• 'C'6 PE$ OAr ,a�AItI1' A,�i tB(/EUaJ X.
• it'AYc:l►noXEN-
It is.:dtffrcult-to-believe-that-thenaioneepb-y-
.
of Dr. Johnson was- 'mittenby a gossiping,'
iterary bore.
.That Clowley, who ,boasts with. immune.
gay-
ety ef.the; versatility of his passion amongst
so many evieethearts, wanted:tho• confidence
even; to address one.
Tliat the . thoughtful, cast-iron essays' of
John Foster were originally written as love
epistles to the lady who became his wife. •
That Byron would never help aby one to.
salt at the table,' nor be helped himself. •
That the oda to temperance, "Tho Old
Oaken Bucket." was written by a journeyman
printer under the inspiration of brandy. • • •
That so many' of the exquisite hitters of
Lady Montagu were destroyed by her mother
who •" did not approve that she should;dia-
grace her family by . adding to it, literary ,..
honors.
That Luther, the greatest of reformers, and
Baxter, the greatest of the -Puritans, and
WVeeiey, the gteatest religions leader of hie '
contain', believed in witchcraft, '
That Schiller wrote hie William Tell with-
out ,ever having seen .the glories 'of Lako•
Lueerrne.
That Scott never saw " Fair Molrose "• by.
moonlight.. (The truth was, Scott would not
go there forfear of bogies.) • -
Tifat'Napoleon, with a million armed men
ander his command,sat down in rage and
affright to order Fouolisto seed a little woe •
man -lever the frontiers, lest she should'say`
something than liim to bo laughed at in the
drawing -rooms of Paris.
That Late:nein° who, in his fables, makes
animals; trees and atones talk, " was in hist.
conversation proverbially dull and stupid.". .
'That Socrates leerncn mesio and Plutarch
Latin after they wore 70 'years old'. ,
That Baxter, the'author done hundred snit
ht works u onthoolo . ,. wrote at the .:
si8ty-iia pgY
k
end of his life : '"I see that good men ave not
and l
o thought they were,.
so Cod a
slonet .
G
B
find that low are so bad as maliciotte °net Belt'
or ceneorione professors do imagine.",
Translations of. Mill, Spencer, and' Dan
-
win are common in japan, where the "Origin ,
of Specios " has a largo solo.
-" Blaze away,', eafd Dawson, iyrxon Xtuff. .
nerthreetened to. shoot 'him, in a salon at
Monongahela City, Pa. Ruffner wee a
drunken braggart, and Dawson, fearing noth-
ing from his memo, stood up before him
and invited him to pro. Ruffner pulled
the trigger,, 4t?4 In teem fell With a bullet in.
his bottle • ,
(Prom the Cincinnati Enquirer.) ' .
Take for instance'the coquette before us.
She is beautiful, with the blaokeyos, the dark
hair, the piquant features of a French wohian.
Her complexion is the perfection of art --a
faint, soft, oream tint, with a passing tingo of
rose. Sho affeote to be an Imperialist, and
flaunts -her faney by wearing a robe of violet
colored velvet,' cut, though the day is 000l,
Very equate in the neok, the exquisite 'white.
nese of which, is shaded by nothing more than
a diamond locket ; her hat of the same color
as not dress, and trimmed according to the
ptevailing mode, with two long ostrich plumes,
fastened in front with buckle, and sweeping
the sloping shoulders of the miner. Dia-
monds sparkled in her oars and on her arms
She lay back in her carriage with an air of
languishing indifference, and rested her feet
upon the opposite stat without disguise. If
the manage o£ doing it had boon mumble