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iMMOHTAU . AM t M«l that day la gone! Slipped forcvjr from my eye»« Stolen out ot theso wnrm sltlot, Where I satr Iti crimson dawn? I loved not duy wh*a day was young, Nor tho tom that drank the flow, Nor the bird that o'er H sting; What he sung^ I nover Kiitw. But this day, of all the days Woven out ot sun and rain, I can novor hold again Prisoned airily In space. And the rose's druncbcd petals strew That green thicket where 1C grew, And the bird that to tho rose Sat singing what no prophet knows Two h6urs In tbo jvass hath lain, Blind to sunshine, dcef to rain. They are dead, and should I cure For tho rose lost to tho Uow, For tho bird lost, to tho air, For tho light lost to tho sky— I, that never nm to die! I, that never shall lie dnad With dead ruses round my head Under any darkened sky?. Mine are all tho days to bo, Mornings of eternity, One by omo dow-cnawnod, complete, Laid at my Immortal feet. Never any day may bring Tho last sunsuino to my eyes, Sealed against tho next sunrise* No victorious rose ihall spring ' Fast me Into upper air, Dripping red Uavcs on ray hair, On my lips forevar mute Whore Tm lying at tho root. Never any birds skall sing, Circling up from such low pines, With a silent sweep of wing All across my illcnt face. I, that never am to die, • * All tho days tbat an begun I must sco them lade on high Like this day of burnt out ran. " Never any roso mdy bloom But I must see It tn Its tomb 1 Never any song ascend That I shall not bear the end. I, that never ana to die, All things In death before mo Hot All time and space »ro mine, savo these, the secrets of the things that cease. —Century BY MARION HARLAND. [COPTBIOHT, 1800.] CHAPTER II.—CONTINTJED. Hester's groat eyes wero raised to her aunt from lids sodden with tears; her lips trembled unmanageably In trying to frame her plea. "Forgiveme! please forgive mot" she lobbed. "You know what my morning fiend is. And I am not brave like you, or patient like mother!" Hetty fondled tho hot little hands. "Let it pass, lovo, I was not angry, but somo subjects are best left untouched between us. Hero Is your breakfast. Homer says that I 'make chawkerlctte Jos' the same's they did fog him in the horspittlo when he had th« new money.' They must have had a French fft/^and a marvelous menu in that famous 'horspittle.' It reminds me of Little Dorrit's Maggie and her "evenly chicken,' and 'so lovely an' k. Vwpittally!'" II Bho had the knack of picking up and making tho most of little things for tho entertainment of her hapless charge. Mrs. Wayt was much occupied with the other children, to whom sho devoted all the time sho could spare from her husband. It happened occasionally that he would eat no bread she had not made, and of tenor that his craving was for certain entrees sho alono could prepare to his liking. She brushed his coat and hat; kept tho run of missing papers and handkerchiefs; tied his cravats; sat by him in a darkened room when he took his afternoon siesta; wrote letters from his dictation, and, when he was weary, copied in a clear, clerkly hand, or upon his type-writer, lerznons and addresses from the notes he was n out to pencil in minute characters upon a pocket-pad. 'At least four nights out of seven she arose in the dead of darkness to read aloud to him for one, three and four hours, when the ""•"--baleful curse, insomnia, claimed him as her prey. His fad, at this date, was what Homer tickled Hester, into hysterics by calling "them horsephates." Hereford's acid phosphate, if the oracle were to bo believed, ought to be the tads mecum of ailing humanity. He carried a silver flask containing it in his pocket everywhere; dropped the liquid furtively upon a lump of sugar, and ate it in the pulpit, during anthem, or voluntary, or offertory; mixed it with water and drank it on the cars, in drugstores, in private houses, and at his meals, and Mrs. Wayt kept spirit-lamp and kettle in her bedroom with which to heat water for the tranquillzing and peptic draught at cock-crowing or at t' midnight. If she had ever complained . . of his exactions, or uttered an ungentle word to him, neither sister nor child had'heard her. Bho would have become his advocate with him against himself had neeft arisen—which it never did. "My ministering angel," he named her <to'the Gilehrists, his keen eyes fpftened by ready dew. "John Ban& 4<4p& said, in his old age, of his moth- iJs^rj'-*She was the only being who ever .'tinderstood me.' I can say the same of '"Uar and dearer self. She inter- my spirit intuitions when they are but partially known to myself. She Bjeets my nature at every turn." Bite met it to-day by mounting guard— •oipotiroes'literally—before the door of Ills study—the ono room which was entirely in order—while he prepared his discourses for the ensuing Sabbath. The rest found enough and more than •npugh to do without the. defended por- ' tai, Fanny was shut up in the dining- 1 .room wiii the baby Annie, and warned sot to be noisy. The twins carried and boxes up and down-stairs stocking-feet; Homer pried off with a muffled hammer, and links, empty and full, Itav- his shoes at the toot of thestaira. v .Baft nothing of a blinding bead- 'and a "jumping pain" in Uer back aie. dusted books and china, fiery Whore and'ejer busy, bat I know I should be reminded ot DM mountain that brought forth a mouse." Ono of her father's many protest!, addressed at Hetty and to his wife, wu that their eldest-born wai "virtually a heathen." "Homo education in religion, er«n when administered by tho wisest and tendorest of mothers — like yourself, my love—must still fall short of such godly nurture and admonition as aro contemplated in tho command: 'Forsako not tho assembling of yourselves to^ getlier.' There is didactic theology in David's holy breathing: 'A day in Thy courts is better thun a thousand.'" "Bettor than a thousand in tho same place? I should think so," interposed Hester's tireless pipe. "Ho needn't have been inspired to toll us that! Family worship suffices for my spiritual needs. That must bo tho porch to tho 'courts,' at least." In speaking she, too, looked at her mother, although every word was aimed at her father. "It is a cruel trick that we have!" Hetty had said bf the habit. "Every ball strikes that much-tried and Innocent women, no matter who throws it." "Of course!" retorted tho sarcastic daughter. "And must while the angle of incidence is equal to that of reflection." In tho discussion upon family versus church religion she carried her point by a coup d'etat. •'Pews and staring pew-holders aro all well enough for straight-backed Christians!" she snarled. "I won't bo made a holy show of to gratify all tho preachers and presbyteries in America!" Any thing like physical deformity was especially obnoxious to Mr. Wayt. The most onerous duties pertaining to his holy office wore visitation of tho sick and burial of tho dead. Hester's beautiful golden hair, falling far below her waist, vailed her humped shoulders, and her refined face looking out from this aureole, as she lay in her wheeled chair, would bo picturesquely interesting in the chancel, if not seen too often there. Tho coarse realism of her refusal routed him completely.' With au artistic shudder and a look of eloquent misery, likewise directed at his wife, he withdrew his forces from tho Held. That night sho read Sartor Rosartus to him from three o'clock until six a. m., so intolerable was his agony of sleeplessness. • It happened so often that Hetty was tho only responsible member of the family who could remain at home with tho crippled girl, that neither Mr. nor Mrs. Wayt seemed to remark that her churchgoing was less than nominal. Hester called Sunday her "white-letter day," and was usually then in her best and most tolerant temper, while her fellow- sinner looked forward to tho comparative rest and liberty It afforded as tho wader in marsh-lands eyes a projecting- shouldor of firm ground and dry turf. It was novor more welcome than on the fair May day when tho Fairhill "people" crowded the First Church to hear tho now pulpit star. "The prayer which preceded tho sermon was a sacred lyrio," said tho Monday issue of the Fairhill Pointer, "In this respect, Kev. Mr. Wayt is as remarkably gifted as In the oratory which moved his auditors alternately to tears, and smiles and glows of religious fervor. Wo regret tho impossibility of reporting the burning stream of supplication and ascription that flowed from his heart through his lips, but a fragment of tho introduction, uttered slowly and impressively, is herewith given verbatim, as a sample of incomparable felicity of diction: " 'Tnou art mighty, merciful, masterful and majestic. We are feeble, fickle, finite and fading.'"» March Gilehrist had his say anont tho sample sentence on tho way homo from church. Ho was not connected with the press, and his criticism went no further than the ears of bis somewhat scandalized and 'decidedly diverted sister. In intuitive anticipation of the reportorial eulogy, ho affirmed that tho diction was not incomparable. "I heard a Georgia negro preacher beat it all hollow," ho said. "He began with: "Tnou art all-sufficient, self-sufllc- iontand insufficient!" "March Gilehristl How dreadful!" , They were passing the side-windows of tho parsonage which opened upon a quiet cross-street. May's laugh rippled through the bowed shutters of tho dining-room behind which sat a girl in a blue flannel gown, holding upon hor knee and against her shoulder r. hunchbacked child with a wiordlj'-v.iso face. They were watching the people coming homo from church. "A religious mountebank is tho most despicable ot humbugs," said March's breezy voice, as he whirled a pebble from tho walk with his cane, and watched it leap to the middle of the street. Hester twisted her neck to look into Hetty's eyes. "They are discussing their beloved and eloquent pastor! My heart goea out to those people!" •Literal report. CHAPTER m, "Hetty! do you ever think what it would be like to be engaged?" "Engaged to do what?" said Hetty, lazily. She lay as in a cradle, in a grassy hollow an dor an apple tree—the Anak of his tribe. Tho branches, freighted with pink-and-white blooms, dipped earthward until the extreme twigs almost brushed the grass, and shut in the two girls arbor-wis«- The May sun warmed the flowers into fragrance that hinted subtly of continual fruitinesa. Hester said she tasted, rather than smelled It, Bees bummed in the boughs, through the still blandness of the air a light' shower of petals fell silently over Hetty's blue gown, settled upon her hair and drifted in the folds of the afghan covering Hester's lower limbs, . Homer had discovered la the garden- fence a gate opening into this orchard, and confidentially revealed the circumstance to Hetty who. in. tine, imparted it to Hester, an£ poneplred with her to. "Engaged to do what?" Betty hi* •id in such good faith that she opened dreamy eyes wide at the accent of the reply. "To bo married, of course, Miss Ingle- mousl What else could I mean?" "Oh-h-h!" still more indolently. "I don't know that I over thought far in that direction. Why should 1?" "Why shouldn't you, or any other healthy and passably good-looking girl, expect to bo engaged—and be married— and bo happy? It is time you began to take tho matter into consideration, if you novor did before." "There is usually another party to such an. arrangement." "And why not in your case?' 1 "Whore should ho come from? Is ho to drop from tho moon? Or out of tho apple-troe"—stirred to tho simile by tho flick of a tinted petal upon her nose. "Or, am I to stamp him out of tho earth, a-la-Pompoy? And what could I do with him if ho wero to pop up like a fairy-prince, at this or any other instant?" "Fall in lovo with him, and marry him out-of-hand! I Ktsli you would, Hetty, and take mo to live with you! That is ono of my dearest dreams. I have tnought it all out when tho backache keeps mo awako at night, and when I get quiet dreamy hours by day, when ha is oil pastoralling, and the boys and Fan aro at school, and baby *Annio is asleep, and 1 can hoar Tony croning 'Sweet Julia' so tar away I oan't distinguish tho frightful words, and you aro going about tho house singing to yourself, and blessing every room you enter like a shifting sunbeam." "Why, my pot, you are talking poetry!" Hetty raised hor head from the arms crossed bcn«ath it, and stared at the child. Tho light, filtered through tho mass of scented color, freshened hor complexion and rounded tho outlines of her face; hersolcmn eyes lookcdupward; her hands lay together, like two lily petals, upon tho coverlet. Unwittingly sho was a living illustration of her father's theory of the Euality of tho Unseen. "No!" sho answered, quietly. "Not poetry, for it may easily como to pass that you should have a husband and homo of your own. I do dream poems sometimes, if poetry Is clouds and sun- sots and music nobody clae hears, and voices—and lovo-words—and bosh!" Hetty could not help laughing. "Toll mo somo of tho glory and tho bosbl This is a beautiful confessional, Hester; I wish wo had nothing to do for a week but to lio on tho grass, and look at tho bluo sky through apple-blossoms." "Amen!" breathed her companion softly, and for awhile they wore so quiet that tho robins, nesting upon tho other . side of tho tree, began to whisper together. "Bosh and my poetry dreams are synonyms," resumed Hester, hor voice curiously mellowed from its accustomed sharpness. "Other people may say as much of theirs. I know it of mine. There's tho difference. All tho autiio they aro LS sweet as tho poisoned honey wo wore reading about the other day, which tho boos made from poppy-fields. And while I suck it, I forget. My romance has no more foundation than tho story of the Prince and tho Little White Cat. Mine is a broken-banked cat, but sho comes straight in my dreams after her head is (,ut oil. You don't suppose sho minded tftatf Sho must have been so impatient when tho Prince hesitated that sho was tempted to grab his sword and saw through hor own neck. You see she recollected what she had boon. Tho woman's soul was cooped up in tho cat's skin. And I was eight years old when the evil spell was laid upon me!" Tho tears in Hetty's throat hindered response. Never until this instant, with all her lovo for her dependent charge, her knowledge of her sufferings, and tho infinite pity theso engendered, had the deprivations Hester's affliction involved seemed so horribly, so atrociously oruol. Tho listener's nails dug furrows in her palms, sho set hor teeth, and looking up to tho unfeeling smilo of tbo deaf and dumb heavens, she said something in her heart that would have loft faint hopo of her eternal weal in the orthodox mind of her brother-in- law. Hester was speaking again. "Every painter has his models. I have had mine. I dress each ono up and work tho wires to make him or her go through the motions—my motions, mind you! not theirs, poor puppets! When tho dress gets shabby, or the limbs rickety, I throw them upon tho rubbish he-p, and look out for another. "I got a new one lost Thursday: The man who jumped over me in the station, and afterward carried me into tho restaurant (such strong, steady arms as ho had!) is a real herol O, I am building a noble castle to put him in! He lives near hero, for ho passes the house three times a day. His eyes have a smile in them, and his mustache droops just like Charier the First's, and "he walks with a spring as if he were so full of life he longed to leap or fly, and his voice has a ring and resonance like an organ. The pretty girl that called him 'Mark' to-day, is his sister." "Why not his wife?" "Wife! Don't you suppose I know the cut of a married man, even on tbo street? He hasn't the first symptom of the craft. He doesn't swagger, and ho doesn't slink. A husband does one or the other." Hetty laughed put merrily. There was a sense of relle'f in Hester's return to the sarcastic raillery habitual to her, which made her mirth the heartier. A man crossing the lower slope of the orchard heard the bubbling peal, and looked in the direction of the big tree. So did his attendant, a huge St. Bernard dog. He tore np tho acclivity bellowing ferociously. Before bis master's shout arose above Us baying be was almost upon the girls. At the instant of alarm, Hetty had thrown ner- sejf before the wheeled chair and the helpless occupant, and faced the foe. Crouching «Uffhtly, as lot» spring, her branches, both hands onttbrown to ward off tho bounding assailant. 'What a pose!" was March's first thought, professional instinct assorting itself, concerned though ho was at tho panic for which ho was responsible. "In the same lightning-flash came—"I'll paint that girl somo day!" "Don't bo frightened!" ho was calling, as ho ran. "Ho will not hurt you!" Hester had shrieked feebly, anil laj almost swooning, among her cushions. Hetty had not uttered a sound, but, a3 tho master laid his hand on tho dog's collar her knees gave way under her, and sho sunk down by tho cripple's chair, her head resting upon tho cilgo of tho wicker side. Sho was fighting desperately for composure, or tho semblance of it, and did not look up when March began to apologize. "I am awfully sorry," ho panted, ruefully penitent, "And so will Thor—my dog, you know!—bo when ho understands how badly ho has behaved. Ho is seldom so inhospitable." Tho word brought up Hetty's head and wits. "Aro wo trespassing?" sho queried., anxiously. "Wo thought that this orchard was a part of tho parsonage- grounds, or wo would not have como. It is mo who should beg your pardon." "By no means!" He had taken off his hat, and in his regretful sincerity, looked handsomer than when his eyes had smiled, concluded Hester, whoso senses wero rapidly returning. "My unino is Gilehrist, and my father's grounds adjoin those of the parsonage. Ho had tho gate cut between your garden and tho orchard, that tlio clergyman's family might bo as much at homo hero as ourselves. I hopo you will forgivo my dog's misdemeanor, and my hccdlcssncss in not seeing you before ho had a chance to frighten you." Summoning something of his futbor'H gracious statoliness, he continued, more lormally: "Llavo I tho -pleasure of addressing Miss Wayt?" Bow and question wore for Hetty. Hester's voice, thin and dissonant, replied with old-fashioned decorum of manner, but in unconventional phrase: "I have tho misfortune to bo Miss Wayt. This is Mr. Wayt's wife sister, Miss Ailing." It was a queer speech, made quoere.f by tho prim articulation tho authoi deemed proper in tho situation. March tried not to see that tho subject of tho second clause of tho introduction flushed deeply, whilo hor mute return of his bow had a serious natural graco ho thought charming. When ho begged that sho would resume her scat, tho little roguish curl at tho corner of hor lips which ho recollected as urohly demure, camo into play. "Wo have no chairs to offer, but if you do not object to tho best wo have to give—" finishing tho half-invitation by seating herself upon a grass-grown root, Jutting out near tho trunk of tho treo. "Tho nicest carpet ana lounge in tho world," alllrmod March, sitting down upon tho sward. ''Odd, isn't it, that American men don't know how to loll on tho turf as English do? Our climato is ever so much drier and we have three times as many fair days in tho year, and somo of us seem to bo as loosely put together. But wo don't understand how to lling ourselves down all in a heap that doesn't look awkward either, and be altogether at ease in genuine Anglican fashion. [TO BE CONTINUED.] FOREIGN GOSSIP. "DEFYING THE STATUES.' HorBe-Thtovos Who Didn't Cure a Snap for the Lawn of Missouri. "Squar 1 Jackson," as ho was called from having held tho office of justice of the peace for over so many years in a small town in Missouri, camo into the village ono evening from his farm, a couple of miles out, and reported that two suspicious characters had been seen lurking around bis place, and ho wanted help to go back and capture them. As tho constable was out of town, four or flvo of us young follows, who were guests at tho hotel, got out our plstnli and volunteered for tho expedition. When wo reached his placo his wlf* came out with tho information that she had seec the men outer tho barn. This meant that they wore after the squire's pacing mare, and tho crowd wanted tc close in at once and capture them. "No, gentlemen, it.wouldn't bo regulai and aocordln' to law," protested the 'squire. "They are simply trespassers now, and trespassing ain't much of a crime." "But they'll get tho horse," said one. "That's vhat I want 'em to do. Then it's a case of boss stealing. Now, two of you go over by the stack and two more by tho shed, and I'll stand right here. If they como out with tho boss, I'll fix 'em." We didn't want it that way, but ho in sisted, and we had only waited five min utcs when out they came, both on tht mare's back. We could havo caught 'em by a rush, but the 'squiro motioned ut to keep quiet, and, as they advanced on him, be held up his band and shouted: "In the name and by the authority vested in mo by the people of tho State of Missouri, I command you to halt!" "Hero's lookin' at ye, old man," chuckled one of the men in reply, and they jumped tbo mare at Aim and knocked him head over heels, and wore off through the open (rate at a gallop, never to bo seen again. We went over and picked tbo 'squire up. It was all of *en minutes before ho spoke, and then he gasped out: "Think of it, gentlemen! They coot- ly defied the statues of the sovnreig* State of Missouri!"—N. Y. Sun. Knon ledge 1* Power. "Uncle "Eostus, are you afraW oi ghosts?" "Yesslr. I doan' like ghosscs." "Well, I merely wanted to worn you that my chicken-house was haunted '' "Ila'nted? No, sab, 'tain't. 1 don* been dar 'fore dis, honey."— Judgo. HT — -While crime is increasing here, there has been an extraordinary de- crcnse in (!ro:it Britain, the number of convicts srrving sentence of penal servitude having dwrciiKcd from lO.fiOU in 1S83 to (i,-10U in ISS'J. a dc-cronw of forty- six per cunt, in six years. — Lust summer the. London (Kiiffland) County Council acquiesced in thu oight- liour demand and made eight hours a day's work for a largo number of men employed in the drainage works. Ke- ccntly it was eomjx'led to pass :i regulation forbidding those men to spend their leisure hours in earning money elsewhere. — Tho patent lnws of .lupan (iro founded to some extent on those, of the United States. Tho privileges oC exclusive production run from live to fifteen years. The authorities may decline. to grant patents for inventions which may be of general importance! or of military value, and compensation may bo allowed tho inventor refused such a patent. — Poor ministers in England have a source of revenue which we charitably hope will not be accorded to their brethren in this country. Instead r.f salUng down their old sermons in barrels they send them to the bookseller, who gets ns much as five dollars a hundred for them. A London dealer offers four thousand sermons in job lots at this price, and if they are written in "a large, bold, plain hand they bring nioro. — The French Government, is reported to bo so well pleased with the performances of tho Gymnote that it has ordered a large submarine, vessel to be called the 8ircne. This boat, it is nfilrnicd, will possess a real military value, and nrinument. armament is to bf above tlio water for use, should tlio Sireno refuse to fight below the belt. Tho new vessel will be 1!J1 feet ill length. — In London there is a man who follows the. business of tattooing. The majority of his patients arc men who have designs of a naval eharactor pricked into their skin, but there aro. also a great many women who employ liis art, if it may be termed such. With women the decoration is usually a bee, a butterfly, a, spray of ilower^ or a monogram. These ornaments are worn inside tho wrist, so that they can be, hidden by the glove, if necessary. — The Chinese aro to have a currency. On the Kcucotist, whore they have had to deal with foreigners, they havo used Mexican dollars anil small Japanese coins. In the interior bars of silver wore the medium of exchange. When n purchase was made it was paid for with a sliee of tho metal cut oft with a hammer and chisel. All this is to end. Tbo government has ordered that the silver must be coined and used in that form only under severe penalties. — The Novoya Vremya reminds the agricultural societies that it is 1'JS years since potatoes were brought into Russia. Early in 1705 Catherine II, ordered potatoes to be imported and distributed to farmers at the national expense. Although the peasants received their samples of the new produce and sowed them late in the spring, the crop of that year was quite abundant. The potatoes for seed camo from Germany, and were called by tho Russians Zemliannii/a sho is to carry a regular It is presumed that this equivalent to the German or even by their English Yablocky, Erdapfd, name. THE MARCH OF THE RUSSIAN. South Towuril tlio Ni<a Ills Stcpo Aro TromlliiK. There is no outlet for Russia in the north to open water, the natural Atlantic harbor of the Arctic provinces, Hammerfest, where ' the water never freezes, being still in Swedish hands, and on the south tho Turk, though incompetent to rule his own dominions, and only propped on hi« tottering throne by foreign support, still holds the Russian gateway with a bared sword. It is toward the south that the Russian is ever marching, with a persistence which is rapidly restoring his northern provinces to the pine tree and the wolf; it is the water ho is ever seeking, with a pertinacity which reduces diplomatists used to every thing but the secular march of myriads, impeled by a necessity outside themselves, a necessity suoli as drives the locusts forward to the sea, to a condition of angry despair. The nations pereoive the movement which at one and the same time threatens Sweden, the Balkan peninsula, Turkey in Asia, Persia, India and China, and attribute it only to an overreaching ambition which it behooves them to resist to the death, lest the world be swallowed up. The ambition exists, very possibly in the court, though the house of Romanoff, we imagine, is growing weary and exhausted with its burden of a sovereignty too vast and too exacting for the human bruint but the inarch cf the great Slav people began and proceeds independent of the Czars, and will not r,top, so far as men may judge, until House; but that the Slav will break through at some point, we bold to be as certain as that his people increase their numbers like tho English or Germans. No race which can win battles, not even the Tartar, has ever stopped short of tlio open water: and the Slavs, before they halt, will possess a ooast with a commerce not to bo Intercepted by any lanil power, ami will then find themselves at last with tho conditions of wealth in their own hands, anil also with a now obligation to keep on terms with tho English-speaking race. Let thorn reaoli the open water, and they will m.nm within tho ning-o of Uio Drit- ish inm-cUuls.—The Spectator. VENOMOUS SPIDERS. Somo Spn-ii'K WhU-li Aro Very rcroclons mill Warlike. Tim spicier is really a vory ferocious animal, says Dr. lleorge Maix, of Washington, I). (.'. I know of a case where a wolf spider actually attacked n ilsh in the water several times as big us itself and dragged it upon tho, shore. This occurrence is vouched for by tho most ilislingiiislicil authority on spiders living, having lioen witnessed liy himself personally. The fish succeeded in getting inlo tho water once, but was pounceil upon a second time by the spider, wbicli hail a sprcuil of about two and u half inches, anil wan pulled out again, to bo quickly dispatched with bites. No, the spider dill not catch the fish for tho purpose of eating it. Spiders ilo not cat the animals they capture in tho sense of consuming the tissues, but merely suck the juices. I never hoard of another instance of a spider's making prey of a fish, though small mice are frequently pounced upon and de- vouroil by spiders. There ia an implacable enmity between spiders and mice, pcrhiips partly for Um reason that mice aro vory fond of eating spiders, as aro. monkeys anil lizards also. So when a big spider gets a chance at ono, of his long-tailed foes it is good-bye Mr. Mouse. Snakes have been known to fall victims to spiders and birds very frequently. 1 myself once put a good- Ki/.cil tarantula in a cage with a rice bird, and the spider at once leaped upon the feathered creature, grasping it in its hairy arms and indicting a bite that proved fatal in exactly seven seconds. Do I think Uio bite of a, tarantula is poisonous enough to cause tho death of a human being? No. I am so sure it is not that I am entirely willing to submit my own person to an experiment. There are all sorts of superstitions extant regarding the venomous character of spider bites, but I don't indulge much faith in any of tho widely-circulated traditions upon the, subject. For example, there the famous 'katipo' spider, concerning the dangerous character of which there exists an astonishingly widespread belief. This is a very sliy black spider that hides under stones and in other dark placet). On its stomach is a big bright red spot. The New /tailumlers are so afraid of the "kutipo," which is the name they call,. v it by, that they will not camp in any neighborhood where it is found. They believe that it is possessed by an evil spirit, aud assert that'human beings are frequently killed by it. The Kilgliis of Asia are equally fearful of this spider, which they call tlif "black widow." They say that whole herds of cattle anil many camels ore bitten, to death by it. liy the Corsicans the surf o spider is called the, "maimignatte," anct they declare that many people ore killed by it annually. It seems astonishing that this particular small spider should be an object of such general dread.—Washington Star. COPYl7icf"THE MASTERS. HtutlleM of Art Rtudcutii In the Galleries of tin, Old World. It is a familiar sight in tho magnificent art galleries of the Continent to see a student of art seated, with easel and canvas and palette, before ono of tbe great paintings, endeavoring to reproduce the color anil general effect of the master. Tho cities of Europe aro filled with the works of painters whose names are known all over the world, whilo their brushes and their bands that wielded thorn have, been laid away for. centuries. Comparatively few of the olil masters have found their way to this country, although the store grows richer year by year, and no artist regards his or her education as finished until they have paid a visit to the various galleries of art of the Old World. Hut, notwithstanding, there are hundreds of earnest students all over this land who avail themselves of the advantages which were denied toothers of their class not inanv years ago. The art collection of America has grownwith each succeeding year, and many rare examples are to be found in private and public galleries, all of which serve us a guide to the novice and student in art. Many groat painters have also lived within the short history of America, and their masterpieces are to be found in the « U L ,^, ™ w «* mc-ii muy juuge, unm gllllcries of their native laud, although its objects have been reached, and the £ !,„.,„™^l,i^ n «f.» Bmithors— Ever taste tajtrapin? Bronaon— Yes. , 6rnither*~Wbat klad at t ~ tl --- -i— f race, at length fairly content with its home, begins its natural life. The Slav race will break out somewhere, we may be certain; and we do not think it will be through either India or China. The distances are too vast, the territory to be reached at last too hot, the human tribes to be conquered too thick on the ground, and with no place whither to retreat. The natural road for the Russian to the is o is through tho Balkan a few of thein have been carried to other countries, and the works of these Americans are an incentive and aid to the young beginner. There are some who lack the power of originality and imagination which goes toward the making of a great painter, but who nevertheless possess the touch and eye of the true ar- j tist, and are content to be known as , "copyists." This class is to be found in } greater numbers abroad, where a wider scope is given them in which to exercise , ,-, f o^«J|j»j »r» £i»^u Lliuil* 1U WlilWl LU CJLCiVlBC he Agean-tor Constantinople j theh . 1KlrtlBnlur talent; but other artists .nly a locked gate, not to j ofttirm . s lvproduce n great picture in 01- bq. opened lf , » nwntinie P ow <i r f^ 3 ! der to appreciate tho detail of color and Mitylene and forbids egress, but the dmwi J wll|ch the mllster ^ and civilized tribes of Europe have nmga- eser(; i b °a so woll.-Ilarpcr's Weekly. zine rifles, and will not allow the march. Even ants must stop if the path is barred by flame, and thu Russian, therefore, must either press on by the long route through Asia Minor to the Mediterranean — as he could do to-morrow if Thti Market WUH Manipulated.. Visitor—Your little boy doesn't seem to bo vory cheerful. Isn't he well? Broker—Yes, he's well enough; but he is feeling pretty blue jubt now. You Western Europe were occupied by an see there was a great drop in leather internal war—or break through 1'ersia this inorniug. to the great Asiatic ocean, as, if he ' V.—Hies;, me! You don't mean to formed the resolution, be could do now. tell me that child knows any thing Time only can reveal which way he about the market? will choose, though we predict it wfll j .U.—Well, perhaps not, generally lie through Persia, because that Asiatic speaking, but you see the piirticulai leather that dropped this morning waj PAGANINI'S WOODEN SHOE* nini, A I'rctly I.lttlo Romance In Which th*.' <)r«mt VlnllnlHt Took Fart. j It was lain in the autumn of 1883if; In a villa at I'aris, with sevoral Other 1 invalids, lounged the renowned Pa- gnnini, who was seriously ill. The musician was seldom seen; 'lie not bo drawn out of his solltudo' iml hardly saw tiny one but Nicctte,''&' Hirmli'.ss. merry countr^ girl, who Waited upon him, anil often cheered "inn up in hours of sadness. One morning Nicette appeared with weeping eyes, and waited upon the musician without suying a word. Pn- ganini, who was carving a piece of ivory for tho handle of a dagger, noticed thiB and said: "What's the matter, child, has any misfortune happened to you?'' ".Mas! yes. sir." Sho was silent. 1'aganini fixed his eyes on tlio troubled countenance of the girl. ,"Now. out with it," said ho. "I see it all clearly enough. After he had made .you a thousand promises he has forsaken you. Is it not so?" "Alas! poor follow! he has drawn a bail number in tlio conscription, and must go oft for a soldier. I shall never see him again," sobbed the poor girl. "Hut, can't you buy a substitute for him?" "Monsieur is joking! How could I get such a large sum?" | "Is it, then, so very much?" "It is very high this year, for there is a report that a war will soon break out. Fifteen hundred francs is the lowest price." Tho musician did not reply, but when Xiootto loft the room ho took out his pockelbook and wrotoiruin empty loaf: "Mem.: To think what can bo done for poor Nicette." In winter 1'aganini got much better, anil every now and then passed his evenings in tho saloon, but scarcely ever speaking, ami taking no notice of the remarks upon his moroscness, which were purposely utterctl close to his cur. Thus tin: C'hristmas festival approached, ut which season it is a custom in Franco among young people to place a wooden shoe in tbe corner of the hearth. On the afternoon of the 24th of December! 1'aganini sat, as was bis custom, on the sofa in tho saloon, sipping his sugar and water, when an iinusualnoisowuflhcarrt below. Immediately afterNicottecamo iu, and said that a box bad just arrived addressed to Signer 1'aganini. Tho box appeared and ho proceeded to open it. The first thing which tho musician hand pulled out was a packet in strong brown paper, sealed several times. The curious eyes of abpniMmrenty persons present beheld a gigantic wooden shoe, cut out of ash, and almost large enough to put a chilil inside of. *\ "A wooden shoe!" said Pagan smiling. "I can not fancy from! whj it comes. Somo of these cxcelettt dies wish to compare me with a who always receives presents a; nevor gives any. Well, who km whether this shoe may not earn weight in gold!" For throe days nothing was seen him. "The most inquisitive only lea; that from morning till evening he busy working with carpenters' And, ia fact, during the musician's wonderfnll^ hand had created a 'perfect, sounding instrument cnit of the 1 awkward-looking Wooden/ shoe, Ho had stretched a few sjWer strings across it. The next day it was announcer 1 that I!agnnipi would, on New Year's Eve, give tViifiJpeerij in tho large room of the villa'/wnere he boarded. The great master.'gave notice that he would play ten piece—five on a violen and five on a wooden shoe. The ticket cost 'JO francs. Only 100 wero issued. They wore instantly purchased by persons of the highest rank. At last Paganinl appeared smiling cheerfully; he bowed, and began to play more beautifully than ever, to the delight of his hearers, on his old violin. Anil now he took up the shoo, which he had made into a violin, but which still had somewhat of its former, shape, and began one of those fantasias which never failed to charm his whole audience. Is it music? Is it poetry? Ono seems to behold the departure of the recruit, to hear the sobs of his intended bride, that follow his noisy life in tho camp, his deeds in the battle; finally, his return. Triumph—rejoicings—marriage bells ring out merrily at the end. Applause followed this performance, which seemed as if it would never ond. Hut there ia weeping in the corner of tho room. It was poor Nicette, thinking of the departure of her recruit. "Here, Nicette," said Paganini, when the company had left the room, "are: two thpusand francs, five hundred more- than you require to purchase a substitute, in exchange for whom your bet trothed can come buck. That you may be able to begin your housekeeping at once take this shoe-violin, or violin shoe, and sell it for as much as you can. get." 5 Nicette did so, and received from a, wealthy collector of curiosities six thousand francs for 1'aganini's wooden, shoe! It is said to be now in the possession of an English nobleman.—Chicago Even- lug Journal. Sonorous Huiiila. Mr. H. C. lioltun has recently paid » visit to Hawaii in order to investigate the so-called "Harking sands" of fche»e~ islands. There is a tract of these sand», on the south coast of Hawaii, in the district of Muna, whore they take the '> form of dunes or sand-hills about IfJU^ 1 feet liigh. The saud is calcareous, and apparently u mixture of broken coral and shells. When they arc dislodged from the side of a duno in the feot they, slide down tho slope with, a deep bysa tone which can be heard over 100 feet away. The noise has been likened to the hum of a buzz-saw in a planing; mill. When two quantities of tbe sand ore separated in a bag oncjl forcibly brought together the shock is pauied by a curious hooting noise, ,C drier the sand the louder the < bag of th« wuid will preserve itfld uvs jawjlftj fora r - -" --' -<^ 'V ^

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