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THE TIMES SUNDAY SPECIAL DECEMBER 30, 1894. SUNDAY MORNING, MISS MARY ANSELUMRS. J. M. BARRIE), SOME BEAUTIFUL MISS MAUDE MILLETT.

WOMEN OF THE ENGLISH STAGE HEW YEAR VERSES OF OLD CARRIERS EARLY SPECIMENS TAKEN FROM THE COLONIAL PAPERS. How Europe feels the sacred fire. Which erst our heroes did inspire. While France, the patron of the free Springs into light and liberty. And how the Goddess spreads her reign.

And shakes e'en Germany and Spain. Then visits A fric's, Asia's shore, Till chains and slavery are no more. Meanwhile he stands expecting by. And reads his fortune in your eye: If kindly you his labors own, And smiling tip him half a crown, ot all the muses' tuneful art, Can speak the lee lings of his heart. Harry avers Jhat former years, Prov'd better than his hopes and fears But now I tell him cash grown scarce is, And folks are over done with verses I tell him, the Gazette is new, Its patrons in the city few Its friends, 'tis true, are sons of Phoebus, Its enemies are in Embus But still its Hcinq scarce is known, To one and twenty through the town.

Yet he, from past experience hopes, And speaks in most con founded tropes: "All te subscribers, shen'rous grand, Ta always pay te cash in hand Te Congress too make money plent, Te citizen, all smile Content Pesites you tell dem dat I wish Tare jKtnrd may smoke wid fowl and fish; Tare wife and shilds he voung and prettv, "ASD COXGRESS LEAVE TI8 CITY; Ten, if ta are te shen'rous men. I've found dem o'er and o'er again I'm sbure ta vill remember Harry, So long as he can Babers carry." The above reference to Congress leaving New York was occasioned from tho recent' discussion that had been going on over the projocted change of the seat of government to: Philadelphia. The New Yorkers, of course, were anxious to have Congress remain in their city, but. nevertheless, during the year 1790 Philadelphia became the homeofCon-', gress, aud so remained until a few years later when it wentto the District of Columbia. An incident that msy prove of some in sbowiug that there have not been such surprising chances in the weather as many people seem to believe have taken -place siuce tho good old days," is found in a little item of local news published in this same Gazette of the United States during New-' MISS LOUIE POUNDS.

This very day the old year Is run out. Tomorrow's dawn brings New Year's Day about Oh, may it crown you all with happiness And we ne'er meet with trouble or distress, Hut bring you news thro' cold, heat, minor snow, And for our trouble what you please bestow. Another sories of verses fall of historical interest were published January 1, 1780, by Benjamin Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette. This was in the midst of the Revolutionary struggle, about a year and a half before the surrender of Corn wall is. Special attention is called to the Colonial victories of 1779, while to General Washington is awarded a particularly fine eulogy.

Then the verses close with a gentle hint to remfember the printer lads, so that they may drink to the health of their customers. There are four stanzas, and it is doubtful if they have ever Leon puhlished since they appeared in the Pennsylvania Gazette, at Philadelphia, over a century ago. Let others sing in ain'roua strains, To tickle fops and footings' bruins Our song shall be of bloody wars, Of heroes, battles, wounds and scars; Of actions bold, yet not romantic. As e'er whs done t'other side Atlantic, By Frederick, Charles or Alexander, Or any other great commander. And first, thou, great Mars' son, The immortal chieftain, WoshingKm, Thy name throughout the world Kiinll shine, Thou, more than human, near divine! What thanks are due? All praise begiv'n To thee, a favorite son of heaven.

With wakeful eye thou watch'd the foe And gave them oft a deadly blow. That made them in their htilwarks hide And mortified their British pride. Go on, great air, thy deeds shall spread. For lo Britannia hangs her head Thou'st trimmed her mane and cut her claws, And broke her teeth within her jaws. Sunk In despair and quite forlorn, Behold her now in sackcloth mourn.

All true Whigs sing aloud thy praise. Whilst Will and I our voices raise And ne'er will cease, in cheerful notes, Tho' we were sure to split our throats. Hark! Britons, hark I nor vainly boast your pow'rs. Be your's the tongue, the musket shall be ours. How well we fought and still we bear the belle, Let, crrpat Biircovno and his brave annv tell.

How well we fought and still wo bear the belle, It Red Bank and Fort Mifllin justly tell. How well we fought and still we bear the belle, Both Stony Poijit and 1'owies hook can ten. In vain to war the scalping savage band Were led by Butler's unrelenting hand, But 'tisnot war 'tis murder they pursue, A hellish race, a most infernal crew That old men stab, widows and infants slay, Their scalps tear off, and hssten with their prey. These, these are sonic of Britain's fttm'd allies For which they justly are by all despis'd. But seel They're beat, they run and yelling fly Their towns, their corn, their all in ashes lie.

Fam'd Sullivan a noble conquest made, And put a stop to their infernal trade. But 'twou'd be tedious to relate Each act crform'd by heroes great; Butmem'ry's bad alas! poor Bob Is quite unequal to the job. But brother Will says he will try To think of some, as well as I. He'll try to furnish 'gainst next year Some heroes' names, of menVry dear. And strange things, sensible and queer.

Now, you, kind masters, we address, For what can printers' lads do less A custom 'twas time out of mind, (And customers were always kind) On each New Year for 'tis on record So, don't rely on our bare word For oft we have, we do declare it Heard those before, while they shar'd it, Your bounty praise and grateful stand, Moving the cash from hand to hand Here, Bobby, run, make haste, my dear, "And fetch us quick six quarts of beer "Ourgen'rous cust'm'rs health to drink, "And on their bounty ever think." Let none suppose we've less regard To drink your healths for a reward For all must know (if they but think) It can't be done without some drink. But, whate'er our lot, we'll rest content. To the wise a word's suf-fl-ci-ent. Another interesting sample of New Year's verses appears In a little supplement about as large as a sheet of note paper, published in New York city January 1, 1790, by the Gazette of the United States. The last stanza.

which is very amusing, finishes in Dutch dialect, and is the only attempt at the use of dialect in New Year's verses yet found. For the better appreciation of some of the lines it should be stated that the Gazette had been running leBs than a year. The title given to the verses is The carrier of the Gazette of trie Vmtea states, among tne congratulations of the season, presents the following to the patrons of that publication." This day the annual wishing muse, Salutes yOu from the men of news Ixmg life and plenty, peace, and health, Good-nattir'd wives, and stores of wealth, And many other clever things. The New-Year's bard enraptur sings. Of halcyon days he tells a story, Of George the Great and Fed ml glory, Of Congress, and our rising fame.

Where ships can waft Columbia's name How Britain too now low' rs her crest, And owns our triumphs with the rest gave no quarter to the Arabs, who had stolen their fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers to carry them away into slavery. Notwithstanding orders to the contrary, they applied the torch, and the scene of carnage was lighted up with the glare of burning nouses. "The Arabs had about a thousand rifles. bat we had not so many. Mauy of those who fought on both sides were armed with old-fashioned muzzle-loaders.

I have one of theBe guns in my possession now, as a relic of a rather interesting adventure. One day, while fighting was in progress. I became sepa rated from my people and got astray in the bush. Trying to find my way back, I suddenly found myself in a small clearing and was confronted by six Arabs. One of them was carrying a flag, two had Martini rifles.

while the other four were provided with muzzle-loading guns. I dodged behind a tree and opened fire upon them from my Winchester, One of them I knocked over, and I got another as they were spreading out for toe purpose ot attacking me from several points at once. A third man I potted by a ruse. As I held out my hat on the end of a stick, be exposed his head to fire at it and I put a bullet where it would do the most eood. A fourth man exposed his arm and I broke it promptly.

As he started to run I put another bullet through his leg. Then I went for the two remaining Arabs with my revolver, but tney got away. "The government of the Congo Free State bestowed upon rae the Order of the Lion in recognition of my military services. Of the 1,400 natives in my party about 700 were women. I would never go on an expedition in Africa without taking women along.

They are most useful to carry food and other burdens. In order that the men shall fight well and be contented, it is necessary that they shall not be asked to carry loads. My dug-out canoe was a fine affair. It wns 75 feet long and made from a single log. There was room for forty paddlers, in addition to whom it carried thirty solders and their wives in all 125 people, with baggage, etc.

In this craft thus loaded we could go faster than any steamer on the Congo. A comfortable house of grass was built on board of her. "The collection which I brought hack with me includes a good many interesting things. I have some wooden figures of men and women which are fetiches. The natives do not exactly worship them, but burn things before them for some purpose having to do with the supernatural which I was nevor able to understand.

They never hesitate to sell them. In the lower Congo, when a person is suspected of theft a nail is jabbed into the heart of such a wooden figure and the supposition is that it will cause the death of the offender. In every tribe there is a fetich house, in which fetiches are kept and cared for by the fetich man. The latter Is a sort of doctor and he will sell poisons to people who desire to get rid of enemies. For such doings the Congo Free State has hanged Beveral fetich men.

Now and then it happens that the peoplo of a tribe will turn upon their fetich man and kill him if he has become too outrageous. If we wish to promote a trade for oar-selves with the Congo, we must begin by establishing trading houses there, supplying them with American goods. The most important commercial article in that part of the world is cotton cloth, the best of which is known as "American, because the finest cotton cloth used to be brought to the Congo from America. But now rfearly all of it is made in Manchester, England. Other articles in demand are brass wire, beads, knives, forks, tin plates and rum.

But there is no demand for rum in the interior, where fermented palm sap is preferred as an intoxicant On the other band, we can get from the Congo rnbber as good as that from Para; also ivory and gum copal for varnish. The copal is a fossil gum-like amber; it looks like amber and is dug out of the ground. The talk you hear to the effect that elephants are becoming extinct in Africa is nonsense. There are plenty left to furnish alt the ivory that is wanted for fifty years to come. A great deal of dead ivory is still coming to the coast-that is to say.

ivory from elephants that have been dead for a long time. It is called by that name to distinguish it from the 'green' ivory furnished by elephants newly killed to obtain tusks for market In the interior I myself saw an entire Btockade built of elephants' tusks, and there are many others like It. 'Brass wire is the medium of ei chance generally used in the Free State. It is manufactured in Europe for this purpose and usually cornea in rolls of 78 pounds weight The rolls are curried into the interior by natives, one of them being a sufficient load for a man. Finally, they are distributed among the trading houses and are cut up i Into short lengths so as to serve the irpose of coins, A roll contains about 150 yards of wire.

The wire is made into bracelets and anklets and is sometimes beaten oat for utensils. Chiefs store great quantities of it Its introduction to the country as a medium of barter was a great mistake, because the chiefs get possession of large amounts of it and, feeling that they are rich, become very independent and cheeky. Cloth is much better for this purpose because it will not last indefinitely. Along the tributaries of the Conzo the tribes still use cowrie shells for money. The shells come from Zanzibar on the east coast and from St.

Paul de Loan da on the west coast. Sheets of native iron are also used to a considerable extent in the Free State for money. Sometimes they are made in the form of spears. "Here is a necklaee of leopards' teeth. The teeth are from animals which I killed myself.

I shot abont fifty leopards, I think, and quite a score of elephants. Oh, yes, it is a great country for the hunter." FORCED TO MOVE The Tramp Did Not Propose to Waive His Rights as a Citizen. From the New York Son. The carriage drew up before a business establishment In Lafayette place with a clang of silver-plated harness and a clatter of the sleek horses' hoofs. The footman jumped down and ran to the carriage door to help the ladies alight, while the coachman, as sleek ae the horses, sat bolt upright on the box and stared at the statue of Sunset Cox.

Then a dirty, shuffling, ragged tramp came along, holding himself and his clothes together and stopped beside the carriage. nSee here, my bloke," he said, squinting up at the carriage, "move your old- wheelbarrow off the crosswalk. You're blocking de way, see? Move right along now, or I'll have you arrested and you and your old shandredang run in." The coachman looked around at the tramp out of the corner of his eye, while his face grew a fine old plum color with anger. The footman basely deserted his fellow servant at the tramp's first attack, and pretended to be watching the store door for his mistresses' return. Come said the tramp, taking an extra reef in his garments around the waist, "you're right on de crossing, see, and I wants you to slide right off, and right away.

I'm not going to spoil my patent leathers going round your bloomin' nags. I'm a lawyer, I ain, and I know my rights. I can't sleep in your little bunkie and you can't block my cross-walk. So move, now, or rip me open if I don't get a cop and have you arrested." The coachman's neck pulsated with anger like a turkey gobbler's and he half lifted his whip, but, when the tramp opened his mouth to shout "police," he changed his mind and hrought the lash gently across the horses1 backs. They moved on.

the crosswalk: was clear, and the tramp, with a general shrug rJl over, walked along the sidewalk. I guess I won't cross over just yet," he said. i ve got a loucn or gout same's urovey i and iny uocwr tens mc Keep in we sun." ENGLISH STAGE BEAUTIES A Trio of Handsome Women Whose Faces Are Fortunes. The portraits given above are taken from photographs of the actresses they represent published in the London Sketch. The owners of these charming feces are well known among the younger actresses of London.

Miss Maud Millett is, perhaps, the favorite of all London actresses today with the photographers for her harmonious features and the soft outlines of her head and, neck. Alias Ansell, who was so recently married to Mr. Barrie, was for a Ions: time a member of Mr. Toole a oomoanv. and though she is so well-proportioned as to give the enect or neignt ana aigmty, sne is quite a small woman.

In the present picture she resembles Miss Terry, Miss Pounds is not so often heard of on this side of the water, but her sensitive features, poetic expression and charming ngure speaiL lur lutunseives. Not a Bit Rattled. From the St Paul Globe. We went into a popular German beer garden and my frend, who grows melodramatic when he is mellow, beckoned to a sleepy-looking German waiter, and with Shakespearean voice and gesture, exclaimed Landlord, come hither! Brina: to us two flagons of that amber juice whose effervescent foam overflows the crystal rim. Away The sleepy waiter stared an instant then turn ing to me, inquired: Out of From the Indianapolis Journal.

How comes it that you didn't publish that article of mine on my Alpine cl' robing experi ences? I mailed it to you a week ago." We never got it Probably the stamp came off. Why didn't you bring it around to us?" I did come around, but the elevator wasn't running. Do you suppose I am going to olimb all the way up four flights of stairs when a postage stamp only costs two cents?" ODE AGEIT FIGHTS OH TEE COIGO EXPERIENCES OF THE AMERICAN COM MERCIAL AGENT DORSEY MOHUN. WARRED AGAINST THE ARABS Africa Has Twenty Million Cannibals, Mr. Mohan Saw Fourteen People Burled Alive, Fouifht Six Men Single Handed and Killed Twenty Elephants and Fifty Leopards.

From a Correspondent of The Tikes. Washington. December 29. Dorsey Mobun, United States commercial agent to the Congo Free State, has just returned to Washington after two very exciting years in the Dirk Continent He has brought with him some wonderful stories of battle and adventure, ft large collection of trophies and curiosities, and much interesting information. Just at present he occupies a desk at the State Department where is preparing a report that will be submitted to Congress.

Twenty millions of people in the Congo Free State are eaters of human flesh," said Mr. Mohun yesterday. "That is about four- fifths of the entire population. Cannibal- ism is strictly forbidden by the government of the country, but 900 white men are not able to exercise a very complete control over such a vast number of savages occupying 1,000,000 square miles of territory. Individuals are caught in the act occasionally and punished with death.

One day in last May, as I chanced to enter a Tillage that lay on the route of my expedition, the natives fled precipitately. I was at a loss to know the reason why ontil I discovered in one of the houses certain evidences of a big family feast. They had been cooking a man, and one of his legs was in a pot over the fire. I lost no time in throwing pot and all into the river. The man's head was stack on a fence.

Among these people it is the custom to keep the head of a victim in this way for four or five days, at the end of which it serves for a stew. The brain is highly esteemed, but it must be half putrid. I managed to catch the chief of the village and gave him up to the authorities. Be was tried on the charge of cannibalism and was afterwards banned, I believe. The man whom I found potted was a slave and had been purchased for food.

Some of the tribes commonly boy slaves to eat, just like pin or chickens, fattening them on bananas, palm oil and other nutritious provender, and killing them when they are in suitable condition. What do the slaves think of it, you ask Well, they do not seem to mind It very much. In Africa such tbingB are looked upon from a different point of view. I once saw fourteen persons buried alive, and they exhibited the utmost indifference to their fate. A great chief had died and, according to custom, it was necessary that his favorite wives and Borne of his slaves should accompany him to his future abode.

Accordingly, a hole was dug In the ground about as large as a fair-sised room, and in the middle of it the corpse of the augnst defunct was placed. Oneof bis wives descended into the excavation and squatted cross-legged at his head; another wife squatted at bis feet, and two more wives disposed themselves similarly on either side of him. His body was done up in about a thousand yards of cloth. This was an evidence of his wealth, for cloth is money in savage Africa. In the hole, forming a circle around the corpse.

6quatted ten slave. Neither they nor the four wives manifested any concern abont their approaching fate, which they evidently regarded as a matter of course. Up to the end of the ceremony, which was quite elaborate, they did not utter a sound or make a struggle. At a signal men began to throw back the earth Into the pit, which was to be a grave for the living as well as for the dead. This operation was continued until all of the unfortunates were covered up and concealed from view.

While the hole was being filled no there was a continuous and unearthly hullabaloo, with shouting, dancing and beating of torn-torn 9. -'Why did I not interfere? I was not strong enough. My escort numbered only a few men and I could not have prevented the tragedy, while any attempt on my part in that direction would probably have cost my own life. The living burial I have described was on a small scale compared with similar sacrifices that are made from time to time at the funerals of native potentates. It often happens that expeditions passing through the country find in the villages slaves with wooden blocks on their ankles.

They wear such clogs to prevent them from escaping while the? are being fattened for eating. When thus discovered by white men they are always set free and permitted to escape. "Prisoners of war do not appear to any great extent on the savage bill of fare in the Congo Basin. The natives are not much ad dicted to intertribal conflicts. Ordinarily, if there is trouble between two tribes, two war riors are chosen by each side and they fight it out.

The combat settles the controversy, the village whose men are beaten acknowledging itself defeated. These savages in a battle fight at such long range that the carnage is considered terrific if one or two men are killed, They are great cowards. On one occasion, with only four guns, I did not hesti-tate to attack aboat twenty villages. A mail bag was stolen from my camp at night. The loss was very serious, inasmuch as the bag contained a lot of mail for the Upper Congo, as well as note books and other papers belonging to myself.

"I made a demand upon the local chief for the return of the bag. My request was not acceded to, and so I proceeded to wage war on the whole country thereabouts. I made my way along the river in a small steamboat, attacking and burning one village after another. I destroyed ten or twelve of them in this manner. Finally I captured the chief's son and sent word to his father that I would hang the young man if the bag and its contents were not forthcoming by the next morning.

The response was very prompt this time. To my surprise two mail bags were returned to me. Oddly enough, I had not missed the second ono. You will easily understand that in the Congo Free State, which has an organized government and a sovereign in the person of the King of the Belgians, an ordinary traveler would not be permitted to make war upon the natives in such fashion. But I had official authority and discretionary power, being recognized as representing the United States.

My business being to find out about the commercial resources and requirements of the country, it was necessary for me to go all through it I have some beautiful specimens of carved woods from the house of Tippoo Tib at Kasongo. That town, the capital of the Manyenia country and the great stronghold of the Arab chieftain, was attacked and captured in April of last year by Major Dhanis. a Belgian officer. It had a population of 40,000 and many beautiful houses. Tib's residence was quite palatial, with sixteen rooms and a patio or court in the centre after the Spanish fashion.

It was built of sun-dried bricks, the interior court being devoted to the nses of the old slave-dealer's seraglio. The patio was surrounded by pillars. The town was fortified with an encompassing wall of brick and by palisades. A few shells thrown into it, however, brought the siege to an abrupt conclusion. The Arabs had been beaten so often that they would not make a stand.

"The trouble which gave rise to the war was somewhat complicated. 1 Though Ka-songo was situated within the limits of the Congo Free State, Tippoo Tib would not recognize the authority of its government Also he made prisoners of two white officers. Then, again, his people murdered some white men who were leading an expedition through the country. Accordingly, Mnjor Dhanis was sent with troops to teach Tib a lesson. The Belgian commander had 900 soldiers and about 25,000 native auxiliaries.

Kasongo was taken in the manner I have described, but the hardest of the fighting came afterwards. Tib bad perhaps 30,000 men, including a couple of thousand Arabs and a thousand good fighters from Beloochistan. The last, in fact, did the best of the fighting on his side. "Early In last October the opposing forces began a prolonged fight not Tar from Kasongo. At that time I was at Ln sambo, on the Sankuru river.

With my expedition, which consisted of 1,400 natives and 150 soldiers, I marched 500 miles across the country and joined Major Dhanis. The last big fight oc curred in January of this year. We lost only about a hundred men, but the loss on the Arab side was more than 3.000 killed. We blew up their powder magazine, which contained five tons of gunpowder, and the event occurred just as a swarm of the enemy wns on the top. of the building.

The subsequent slaughter was very great Our fellows MANY POLITICAL ALLUSIONS The Earliest Copy of New Tear Verses Known Was Printed In New York at Least a Hundred and Fifty Years Ago. However greatly the customs of cele- brating the New Year may have altered from time to time, there Is one which has come down to us through a long period of years practically unchanged. This is the system adopted by many newspapers of publishing on the first day of the year a supplemental sheet of newscarriers' verses. Everybody knows what these are. In the morning, perhaps, while the New Year is being discussed over the breakfast table, there has been a ring at the door bell, and presently in comes the little newsboy's congratulations, in the shape of several verses, which, if not exactly poetical, are at least eminently suited to the occasion.

Meanwhile, he stands awaiting a congratulatory message in return, but of a slightly different and more substantial form. Just when this singular custom originated is probably not known. It is a very old one, and to many it may be a surprise to lenrn that it was in vogue among the Colonial news papers fully 150 years ago. These newscarriers' verses, then as now, were published on a special supplementary sheet They are exceedingly rare, very few being in existence. Even in the three largest newspaper collections in this conntry, those in the Lenox Library, of New York; the New York Historical Society and the Pennsylvania Historical Society, there are barely a dozen of these newscarriers' verses.

Benjamin Franklin's famous Pennsylvania Gazette published them, and they are also found in some of the early New York and Boston papers. For quaintnoss and as curious specimens of the poetry of those days they are wonderfully interesting, and to their credit it must be said that they display considerable humor, while containing brief and very pointed allusions to the more important historical events of the year just closed. One of the earliest copies in existence was published on the last day of December by the Now York Gazette and Weekly Pout Boy. This quaint little sheet is yellow with age, and is smaller than the newspaper itself, which was less than half the size of oar regular dailies. The first line is also embellished with what was, for that time, a very elabor ately engraved letter bead.

In fact it was very stylishly printed, and undoubtedly earned for the energetic little carriers many odd pence and shillings. At the head of the sheet is this inscription "The yearly verses of the Printers' Lads, who carry the New York Gazettn reviv about to the Customers thereof." Then come the verses: Kind Sirs To wisli you happy thro' the coming year Your printer's lads, with joy, once more appear. 'Tis Christmas time inspires our muse to sing And to your Hands tins yearly tribute bring. Our past year's news qnce more to tell in brief And out of many things select the chief. Few grateful themes can aid our humble song, The most we've cause to note is Britain's wrong.

First how base Frenchmen do equivocate An neutral islands won't evacuate. How in New-Scotland they disturb our peace And stir up Indians to molest the place; Our men and vessels take on mean pretenses And use us ill, as if we'd lost our senses. On t' other side view baser Spanish arts Still making captures on us in all parts. Not only in the bay they dare disturb us, But catch ns where they can and, boldly curb us. Can we still let them in such manner use us And tamely see such poor poltroommbuse us? 'Sdeathl Where's our ancient British spirit fled? Or is our courage gone and.

honor dead I Are these th' eflects of peace, that glorious name I Oh, stop our pen, nor utter more for shame I Sometimes we tell of trials and debates. Sometimes we treat of politicks of Stales, Sometimes of tires and sometimes storms at sea, And lately how Spam's ships were cast sway, Some of their treasure seiz'd, some of it lost May they for all our captures pay the cost 1 Thus all we get, in hopes it may amuse, We join as links to the long chain of news, Year's week of 1780. This item shows that New Yorkers of over a hundred years aeo-were occasion ally blessed with very mild weather in the middle of winter, as is often the case now. The news item is as follows: The weather has been so remarkably mild that there has been scarcely any appearance of frost in the earth this winter. Sevcml persons in the-, suburbs of this city were yesterday employed in ploughing their ground.

A very iuteresting picture of New Year's in New York has been left as by Tyrone Power, wbo visited this country back in the early 30's, Tyrone Power in bis day was the most celebrated actor of Irish parts, and for many years in London was paid the largest salary ever given at that time to a high class comedian. Tyrone Power made two visits to this country, and acted in all of the chief cities. If his abilities as an actor may have been forgotten, be will always be remembered on account of his lamentable death. He was one of the many unfortunates wbo went down on the steamship President during her first voyage from this country to England, in the month of March, 1841. Many well-known people were on board, and hundreds of friends saw them off, bat nothing since that time has ever been heard regarding the fate of the President.

Tyrone Power, in a very interesting book which he published about this country, tells in a very amusing manner how he was in vited by a friend to accompany him on his rounds of New Year's calls. The ladies of the various houses, he said, did the honors of the day with the utmost elegance and polite- ness. On his first visit he partook heartily of ft sumptuous luncheon and champagne, bat afterwards, he says, when he met with similar hospitality at all of the other houses he visited, he could not do more than make a very simple repast. In the evening he acted in the largest theatre in the city, and ex pressed some surprise that, on account of the numerous social gatherings in different parts of the city, so large an audience was present to witness the performance. Tyrone Power heartily enjoyed the customs of the Ameri- i cans, and was everywhere well received, and his untimely death was as much mourned in this country as in the land of his birth.

Poor But Frond. From the New York Press. t- Rambling Raggsy. Will yer please give me a dime, sir, to get sutbin' to eat Citizen. What can you get for a dime B.

R. kin get ft plate of hash for a nickel, air." What do you want with the other five cents?" R. Rt That, sir, la far a tip fur the 1. I i'Vte? JkiV.