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0. f(f flf II i B I IIP tfffir SQL. MILLER, PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR. DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF DONIPHAN COUNTY. Our Motto: "Talk for Home, Fight for Home, Patronize Home." SUBSCRIPTION, $2.00 PER YEAR, IN ADVANCE. VOLUME XXXV .-NUMBER 34. Y TROY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 1892. WHOLE NUMBER, 1,802. 1 I f.rv 1 j fit T y - I 1 ) i V i X t ! 1; Choice goctrn. BBV BIJTS. v toai a. hot. Baby Bunn Winsome ISal.y Bunn ! Brighter than Die stars that rise In the dusky evening skies ; Browner than thn robin's wmf, Clearer than the woodland spring. Are tbe eyes of Baby Bunn ! Winsome Baby Bunn ! Smile, mother, amile ! Thinking softly ail the while Of n tenner, blmaful day. When the dark eyes, no like these Or tbe cherub on your knee. Stole your girlish heart away. Oh ! the eyea or Baby Bunn I Rarest mischief they will do. When once old enough to steal What their father's stole fmro yoa ! Smile, mother, smile ! Winsome Baby Bonn ! Milk-white lilies half unrolled, Met in calyces or gold. Can not match his forehead fair. With its rings ofrellow bair ! Scarlet berry elefl in twain By a wedge of pearly grain, la the mouth or Baby Bunn I Winsome Buoy Bunn 1 Weep, mother, weep ! For the little one asleep With his head against your breast ! Never in the coming years. Though he seeks for it with tears. Will he find so sweet a rent. Oh I the brow of Baby Bunn 1 Oh I the scarlet mouth of Bunn 1 One must wear ita crown of thorns. Drink its cup of gall must one ! Though the trembling' tips shall shrink. White with anguish as they drink. And the temple sweat with pain Drops of blood like purple rain ! Weep, mother, weep I Winsome little Baby Bunn I Not the sea-shell's palest tinge. Not tbe daisy's rose-white fringe. Not tbe softest, faintest glow Of the sunset on the snow. Is more beautiful and sweet Than the rone-pink hands and feet Of the little Baby Bun Winsome Baby Bunn I Pray, mother, pray I Feet like these may lose the way. Wandering blindly from the right; Pray, aud sometimes will your praysrs Be to him like golden stairs Built through rtarknesa into light. Oh t tbe dimpled hands of Bunn! Hid like rose-leaves in your breast ! These will grasp at jewels rare. Bat to flu 1 them empty air ; Those shall falter many a day, Bruised and bleeding by the way, Krs they reach the land of rest ! Pray, mother, pray ! Select S'torff. WON HIS HEART. How a Little Child Fulfilled Mission of Love. Its "Drat it!" said Boggs. Bogus was a withered-up, little, old Yankee, who had made his fortune and was living1 in a little house on a little side street in a little village in New England. Boggs was something of a recluse almost a hermit. His housekeeper was a crusty old woman of uncertain age, who furnished him his onlj companionship. He sought no other. For old Boggs had soured on the world, to use a somewhat si an try phrase. To go back a matter of five years or no: The time had been when the old man bad less of acerbity in his nature when he was not so much of a recluse as he now wan. His wife was living then his daughter, too, was at home. And Boggs thought much of the one, but more of the other. His heart was bound np in the girl, with her laughing blue eyea, golden hair and sunny face. He bad planned a great future for her, for the old man cared more, if possible, for his daughter than he did for his dollars, and he determined that regardless of all expense his girl should become a lady, dress like a lady and marry like a la-ly should. Boggs of humble parentage himself himself a hard-toiling man all his life determined that his daughter should become an aristocrat. And so he did not hesitate to pay over large sums to Mine. Emilie, of New York, to whose fashionable boarding-school Miss Lucy was sent to acquire a "fust-class edication," as the old man proudly referred to it So that it can readily be seen that when Miss Lucy returned from the school with a diploma, which duly set forth all her requirements. It was a sore blow to the old man that she should immediately fall in love with a penniless young artist, who had strayed over from Gotham to sketch some of the glorious scenery about Dudley boro. But she did. And, what is more to the point, she married him, too. In spite of her father's stern demands and her mother's tearful protests. It was a secret marriage, and when the young couple appeared before the old man it was with the fu'l expectation of his relenting and bestowing upon them his full forgiveness. But no such thing occurred "You have disobeyed my commands," he said; "now shift for yourself, girl. I never want to see or hear from you again. Begone!" And there was something like a curse on his lips as he turned from the young bride and her husband It was very dreadful, of course. Lucy hai read of such things before in stories, which seemed very improbable, but it never occurred to her that her father would treat her, Lucy Hoggs or, rather, now Mrs. Lucy lioggs Cban-ler in any such manner, but right there she was mistaken. And so Mr. and Mrs Chanler returned to Gotham and art and a rather precarious existence. Her letters to her father were unanswered; after awhile they were returned to her, unopened The old man evidently meant what he said The death of Mrs. Boggs a year or so later didn't tend to soften his heart; if possible, it became flintier than before. This was the situation that frosty December evening when Boggs ejaculated: "Drat it!" "Read that," ho said, as he tossed a letter over to the old housekeeper. The old man's tones were a trifle softer than usual, for all he tried to appear stern and hard-hearted about it. The news was a terrible blow, but the old man determined not to betray the fact. "Mussy on us!" ejaculated tbe old woman. "Lucy and her husband both dead and their two-year-old child an orphing? And we've got to take it or it'll be sent to the asylum. Well, well!" "Yes," said old Boggs, "and I suppose we'll have to take the young un, although how we can take care of it in this house is more than 1 know." "Might get a nuss-gal?" suggested the old woman. "Well, I don't know about that," returned old Boggs. "Mebbe so, mebbe so;we'll see." lie was wondering whether this two-year-old baby looked anything like Lucy did when she was that age. The child came, a pretty, fair-haired thing, for all the world a small pocket edition of its mother, and with the little one a young girl, who bad been sent along to take care of the diminutive traveler on the journey from New York. This young woman seemed bursting with some secret, which could, it appeared, be repressed only by tbe most prodigious effort. But in the main she proved satisfactory, and her valuable services were retained for the stipend of one dollar a week and found, which was a source of some Jealousy on the part of the old House keeper, whose income was but a trifle more. It was a very speedy conquest that of the baby oVer old Boggs. At first he affected not to notice it, but he soon got over that. Gradually the child crept into his old heart, until af ter the little one had been in the house month he would rather have parted with his life than with Lucy's child Be watched over it with all the tender ness of mother. In fact, old Boggs was a changed man be began to take some interest in life. The little one fretted at first cried for its "papa" and "mamma" and asked in its infantile way to be be taken back to them. "Poor child!" said the old man. "It don't realize what's befallen it. Perhaps it's jnst as well just as well. It'll the sooner forget" One day Boggs was returning from one of his long, lonely walks. The old housekeeper met him at the gate, face blanched, eyes staring like a maniac's hair .disheveled the picture of abject terror. "What's the matter?" the old man asked, greatly puzzled by her strange conduct " Lucy ghost your daughter in there!" the housekeeper gasped. She could say no more. Old Boggs was not at all superstitious, and be quickly made his way into the house. In the front room there sat, with the child in her arms, Lucy, but not a ghost Far from it very much in tbe flesh; there could be no doubt about that Old Boggs r.tared at her in amazement He was unwilling to trust his own eyes. "You yon I thought you were dead!" he finally managed to say. "So I have been to you, father, for tbe last five years. And so I sent the child to see " - "Yes, I understand I understand," interupted the old man, hastily "Husband dead, 1 suppose? You a penniless widow? Want to come home to live with your old father now you have got nowhere else to go?" The old man was growing a trifle bitter. "No, father,'" said the girl. "Will U not dead, and we are not penniless, lie has succeeded, and we are becoming rich. But I want your love, your forgiveness. And so I sent the child as a sort of ambassadress. If she hasn't succeeded, we'll go back the child and L" Tbe old man paused for full three minutes "I guess she has," he' finally said, slowly. "You needn't go, leastwise till you've made us a good, long visit And I dunno but I might go back to New York to live with ye. It's pretty lonely out here, and I've got kind o fond o' tbe child" "Do, father," rep'.ied the daughter; "nothing would please us more Will and L We will " "But it was a mighty mean trick," interrupted the old man. Chicago News. THOUGHT SHE WAS COLORED. I tow A Nurse In a Russian Family Received the Young- Master's American Wife. A very interesting talker is Count Eugene de Mitciewicz, who resides with his family in a fashionable uptown boarding house. The count is very popular among the guests, he is a good story-teller, and is heard at his best when he is relating tales of Russian domestic life. "Shortly after my marriage," said he to a circle of listeners the other evening, "I went with my wife to visit my home in Russia. Now, you must know that in certain parts of Russia the lower classes know as little about thia country as they do about the moon. Particularly was this so at the. time of which I speak. "Our family had, at that time, a nurse in their employ who came from somewhere east of Moscow. She had been told that far away America was peopled with colored folks, and naturally, when she heard that the young master' was returning home with an American wife, she concluded that I bad married a colored woman. "This nurse, among her other accomplishments, spoke French fluently. She was an imaginative creature and something of a poetess. She felt that it would be incumbent on her to do something toward welcoming my wife borne. Accordingly she wrote a poem In her honor. "This poem, tastefully decorated with black ribbons, was handed to me upon my arrival. And what do you think was the title of this poem? Simply this: " 'A la belle Affricaine. That was a staggerer, yon may be sure. Mutual explanations, however.iol-lowed, and the nurse, during our stay, was ever at my wife's side ready to pay her homage." N. Y. W.eM BRAVE MOUNTAINEERS. Butterflies That Monut On Airy Wine to High Altitudes. Bees, the common po-betweensof the loves of the plain, cease to range about a thousand or fifteen hundred feet below snow-leveL And. why? Because it's too cold for them? Oh, dear, no; on sunny days In early English spring. when the thermometer doesn t rise above freezing in the shade, you will see both the honey bees and the great black bumble as busy as their conventional character demands of them among the golden cups of the first timid crocuses. Give the bee sunshine, indeed, with a temperature just above freezing-point, and he'll flit about joyously on his communistic errand. But bees, one must remember, have heavy bodies and relatively small wings; in the rarefied air of mountain heights tbey can't manage to support themselves in the most literal sense. Hence their place in these high stations of the wor'd is taken by the gay and airy but-terflies, which have lighter bodies and a much bigger expanse of wing-area to buoy them up. In the valleys and plains the bee competes at an advantage with the butterflies for all the sweets of life, but in this broad subgla-cial belt on the mountain-sides, the butterflies in turn have things all their own way They flit about like mon-archs of all they survey, without a rival in the world to dispute their supremacy. Popular Science Monthly. A I'ts Exposition. The greatest pie display of which history tells us took place in 1509 at a dinner given after the funeral of Albrecbt IV., king of Bavaria, at the royal palace in Munich. There were seven great pies upon the table, representing the seven ages of the world The first pie was made of apples. It represented Adam and Eve, the tree of knowledge, the snake and the apple. The pictures were made upon th crust with confections of sugar and almonds. Another pie was made of doves, and bore a wonderful representation of Noah's ark in its center, while round the edge were placed figures of every created thing A key went with this pie in order that it might be determined what these figures were intended to represent Upon the crust of these wonderful pastries appeared the tableaux of Abraham sacrificing Isaac, David slaying Goliath, the ravens feeding Elijah, Samson tearing open the jaws of the lion, and the last and most wonderful of all the pies, when opened, was found to contain four living birds, which all began to sing. In his cook book, entitled "Epulario," is a recipe headed: "How to make pies that the birds may be alive in them, and fly out 6inging when it is cut up" Possibly this is the origin of the old rhyme When the pie was opened tb birds began to sing." -N Y Press. The Green-Fred Monster. Two servant girls, who are out of employment, meet in the park and exchange experiences. First Servant I had to leave because the lady of the house became jealous of the attentions paid me by her husband Second Servant That wasn't the case where I w as employed I had to leave because the feller to whom I was engaged was jealous of the attentions I showed the husband of the lady of the bouse. Texas Sif tings. BY S. W. POSH. I used to gaze on Hunkam Hill, And think it very high. And one of Nature's mighty props That helped hold up tbe sky. One day I toddled up its side And stood upon ita top. And then 1 learned the sky most rest Upon some other prop. And there I saw it just beyond. Another hill much higher, Its summit mingled with the sky All fused with sunset fire. "That hill's a button on tbe earth," Said I to little John. "The great sky spreads ita buttonhole. And there it hitches on." One day I climbed this other hill. And found with heavy heart Tbe bottom and the buttonhole Were very far apart. Bnt there against tbe crimson west Another bill was seen, A mighty spangled cushion where The big- sky loved to lean. And so I've kept on climbing hills From busy day to day ; But from the topmost peaks I find The sky is far away. In spite of many tumhle still This sermon I would preach, Life's greatest fun is grasping for Tbe things we cannot reach. TUB PLASET JI P1TEH. A World of VastnesN, la Which tbe Knrth Looks n Mere erkIt Year is 4:lJ-i IHt, but Its Dais nnd Kiabta 4'oiubiued Are Onl (t Hour , 3.1 Minmea- hararler fits Probable Inhabitant. Of all the floating islands which compose the celestial archipelago to which the earth belongs, the planet consecrated from the remotest ages to Jupiter the mighty, king of gods and men, is the vastest, the most important and most majestic. This collossal world of Jupiter has a diameter of about 88,000 miles, which surpasses that of our earth by more than eleven times. The circumference of J upiter's world at t he equater is about 575,000,000 miles. The volume of this giant exceeds that of the earth by 1234 times. This immense globe eeen at the distance at which we are situated from the moon would appear to us with a diameter about forty times larger than that of our satellite, and the surface of its disk would embrace on the celestial vault an extent 1600 times greater than that of the full moon. This giant of the worlds travels thro' space, accompanied by a retinue of four satellites, at a mean distance of 496,000,000 miles from the sun, which is more than four times greater than ' that of the earth from the same. Its orbit is more than a thousand million miles in extent, and through this it passes in 4332 days, or eleven years, ten months and seventeen days. Such is the year of this immense globe. In order to complete its entire orbit during this period it speeds around the sun with a velocity of 700,000 miles a day, or a little more than eight miles a second. This is a little le?s than half the velocity of the earth in its orbit. But if revolves on its axis with a very great swiftnet-s, for its day and night combined only last about 9 hours and 55 minutes. In other words, the inhabitants of Jupiter enjoy only five hours of real day, twilight included. "If," says Kant, "an inhabitant of Jupiter should die in childhood, having lived but one year on that planet, he would be as old as a child who should die on our globe at the age of 11 years and 314 days. The terrestrial child would have lived about 103,968 of Jupiter's days, and the child on Jupiter 400,329 of the earth's days." It is probable that this globe, although created before the earth, had preserved its pristine heat much longer, by reason of its volume and mass. Is this characteristic heat sufficiently intense to prevent all manifestations of life? And is this globe, still at the present time, not in the state of a luminous star, but in the condition of a dark and burning one, entirely liquid, or scarcely covered with a first hardened crust, as the earth was before life be- f an to appear on its surface? Or, in-eed, is this collossal planet in that condition of temperature through which our own World passed through the primary period of ita geological epoehs, when life bf g m to show itself under strange forms, as animal and vegetable beings of astonishing vitality cm id the convulsions and tempests of the new-born world? The last is the most rational conclusion that we can draw from the mont recent and exact observations to which we are indebted for what we knew of the present state of this vast world. Whether Jupiter be inhabited now, whether it was yesterday, or whether it will be to-morrow, is of little consequence to the grand eternal philosophy of nature. Life is the object of its formation, as it was that of the earth's formation. Therein is everything. The moment, tbe hour is of little account. Doubtless the planet may now be inhabited by beings different from us, living, perhaps, in an aerial coddition in the upper regions of its atmosphere, above the fogs and vapors of the lower strata, feeding on the aerial fluid itself, resting on the wind like the eagle in the tempest, and ever dwelling in the npper heights of the Jovian heaven. That would not be a disagreeable abode, although an anti-terrestrial one. Indeed, it would be like the abode of old Jupiter Olympus and his court. But if we do not wish, in our conception of life, to stray too far from the borders of the terrestrial cradle, there is nothing to prevent us from waiting until the planet has become cool like our own, and enjoys a purified atmosphere, which will permit its being compared with the earth. And what wonld be better prepared to be the abode of superior life? It is the preponderant globe of the whole solar family, the vastest in surface, the most important as regards mass, the most favored through the position of ita axis, the most uniform in its course, rich in the possession of four satellites, and thron ed like a cnier amid the planetary or- j bits. What marvelous conditions are j prepared in this abode for the develop- i ment of life, intelligence and happi- j ness ! Ah, how much superior will hu- . manity be to oars. j Happy shores of Jupiter ! Yoa will j not know the distresses and sorrows ' at which the unhappv countries of our j earth are still shuddering. You will j not be moistened with the blood of j martyrs, which has been so many times I shed here in t he name of so many con- trauictory goas. xou will not bear tumultuous armies of brothers who pe- oiano-ht oooh ti,c- riodically slaughter each other at the orders of a few infamous potentates! You will not be defiled by the crimes that hunger, ambition or pride is committing every day here below? But ou will prepare in the heavens the Tnited States of an immense republic, blessed of the Creator, floating calmly in the luminous ether, bathed in tbe tepid temperature of an eternal spring without winter and without summer, and slowly growing in tee breast of peace and harmony toward a state of perfection, which our imperfect miserable little planet will nevei and never ap- p roach. It is impossible for as to imagine that the existence of the stars can have any other object than that of receiving or giving life. Life ! Such is the grand object which we eee shining in the destinies of the creation. The absence of life is to us a synonym for death and nothingness. Oor logic refuses to believe that the millions of suns which are burning in infinite space are of no use, and they neither illumine, warm nor govern anything. And if they are naeful for something for as, this "something" is life, under whatever form it may be, from the simplest blade of grass up to the highest, most intelligent, most powerful mind. This declaration, which is forced upon us by oar own logic, is also the declaration of entire nature, whose unlimited fecundity has sown life around on every spot capable of receiving it; whose singular foresight gives things and beings even a double and multiple purpose for existence; who produces several effects through the same cause, and wbo goes so far as to accumulate life at tbe expense of living beings themselves. If the srifirantic world of Jupiter is now undergoing those conditions of temperature that marked the primitive epochs of the earth, we can not consider it as being at present the seat of intellectual life. It is the land of the icthyosanrns, but not not that of man: not the calm and tranquil world which is necessary for the manifestations of a delicate, nervous system and of contemplative thought. It is only later, in the future ages, that Jupiter will be inhabited by an intellectual race; and who knows whether perhaps it may be incomparably superior to that of the earth an immense empire, a perpet- i ual spring, long years and a mild, unvarying temperature will form an i abode of peace and happiness truly i worthy of our ambitions and our hopes. This majestic world travels in space ; accompanied by four enormous satel-j lites. In what condition are these four I worlds? Are they not themselves, and f have they not been for a long time the seat of organic life, and even an intellectual one? Does not Jupiter's globe furnish them with a modicum of beat, and is it not to them a scarcely extinct sunT The superior volume and mass t of this planet, as it moves on, sur-i rounded by these satellites, is a repro- duction of the image of the sun itself j in the midst of its four nearer planets J Mercury, Venus, Mars, and the Earth for the distances and relative ! volumes of Jupiter's four satellites i form a system which is singularly an alogous to that of the four first planets of the great solar system. Each of the four worlds of the Jovian system has its special years, its days, and, doubtless, also its seasons; and the inhabitants of each of them have also the same reasons for believing themselves at the centre of the entire universe, as the inhabitants of our little earth, who during so many ages have dreamed the same dream. To them Jupiter's globe has the aspect of a gigantic moon, which is capaple of effectually compensating for the small quantity of light they reoeive from the sun. Regarded from the first of the satellites, his immense globe appears 1400 times greater in surface than our full moon. What a colossus! Even from the outermost satellite, the apparent surface of Jupiter still exceeds by seventy-live times that which the moon exhibits to us. What magnificent sights are to be contemplated from these observations S Colossal Jupiter is the most marvelous object of their heavens; to them he is the sovereign of the universe the true Jupiter and they admire him no less than we admire the sun. For to them the sun is only a small brilliant disk, while viewed from the first satellite the immense globe of Jupiter exceeds it by 35,000 times. Let us add the magic colorations which decorate this with glowing tints, from orange and red to-violet and purple; let us add, also, the rapid changes produced in ita appearance by its rotary motion, and we shall have an approximate idea of the magnificence of the picture as seen Irora these four worlds as they are carried along by the giant star into the far-off depths of immensity. And now a last question, and one of personal interest: What effect does the earth produce as seen from up yonder? Assuredly a very ordinary effect as regards our vanity. It is very probable that tbe inhabitants of Jupiter and the planets beyond consider the region of the soiar system in which we live as empty. If Jupiter and the earth were to exchange posit ions, the inhabitants of the former would see our globe as a pale star of the sixth magnitude, and scarcely perceptible to the naked eye, just as Uranus appears to us. But in the position that we occupy with respect to Jupiter, the earth at the moment of conjunction, is ike Venus, subjected to phases which render the whole or greater part of its disk invisible. Almost always lost amid the solar rays, it would appear like a black point when an observer on Jupiter chanced to see it pass across the disk of the sun, and, as Fontsnella supposed, with the aspect of a star visible at night. This little black point has not as much importance in the eyes of the inhabitants of Jupiter as that which Mr. Bismarck attaches to the momentary possession of one of his minute provinces, and were it known on this far distant world that certain philosophers of the little black point had assumed that the whole universe was created and put in the world on purpose for them, there is reason to believe the whole population of the four worlds of Jupiter would be siezed with a fit of laughter worthy of being sung by a Homer, and that the uproar produced would be so great that it might well be heard here. Camille Flamma-rion. A I.EAP-VBA11 ROMAXCE. I.ove Keauited A Tale of the Present Em. bract-d in Five Cbuplers. CHAPTER I. It was evening, and the light from the silver candelabra came softly through the rich Venetian glass which hedged them in and touched with its tender warmth a youth and maiden standing silent amid the rich appointments of the great drawing-room of the girl's palatial home. CHAPTER II. "Henry, will you be mine?" It was the girl who spoke, and silence, shattered into a thousand fragments, fell crumbling to the floor. The young man blushed scarlet, and quickly hid bis face in his hands. With loving, gentle strength she took them one by one away, and gazed fondly into his trembling, sweet brown eyes. ""Ah, love", she whispered, "look at me. Look deep into my soul, and see the heart that beats sweetest cadences to the measures of your name?" She took his sensitive white hands in her own, and modestly as the daisy looks upward to tbe morning sun, he turned his eyes to hers. There was a strange thrill in his heart, a burning in his cheeks, an indescribable power lifting him upward into a soft, sweet air, which filled his very being, as the fragrance of fire and balsam comes with life and hope to the weak and wasted consumptive. chapter m. "With all my heart Ernestine." Sweet as the music of rippling wat-eas, of muffled silver bells, sweet and low as the organ harmonies whispering to each other among the carvings and softened frescoes of some grand old cathedral choir, were the young man's words, and they brought to Er- I Va BCa .an,a re8C ? 1111111 I this day her heart bad never known. "Oh, Henry," she said, and held out ber hands to bim. Again the bright young blood surged to his cheeks, and with a glad little cry he threw himself into her arms, and, like a tired bird, he nestled his head upon her shoulder, and shut bis eye to all the world to dream of heaven. CHAPTER IV. There let us leave them. We can afford to leave them, because neither of them appear to be left particularly the girL CHAPTER v. Thus do we see what there is in leap year to the hungering and thirsting soul of the young woman who knows enough to embrace her opportunities. And embraces them. Washington Critic Whenever we visit a bouse where there is a dead person, we think more of humanity than we did before; the neighbors are so nice, that we regret that they have so many troubles of their own. When yon consider the nature of people, and their surroundings, you must admit that they do pretty welL The world is steadily growing better. Never before in the history of the world, were there bo many good men and women as there are at thia moment. The great doctrine of the present age is intelligence ; intelligence teaches men and women that for their own sake they cannot afford anything that is not honest, just, and charitable. Atchison Globe. A has cannot become so tough that sin will not wear him oat. PHYLLIS, LOVE AJD LEAP TEAR. bt jobs ran. baboock. All the air is full of Maying, Kea winds kiss tbe sea to rest ; " Wild winds through the copses plariog- Woo the wild birds to a nest ; Earth puts on her vernal vest To captivate the smiling day-Dare I risk a love contest May I isnt it the month of May ? All is life and hope ; decaying Heeds spring, at the sun's behest, Into buds, and, quickly spraying. Flower in blooms that woo love best ! Heart, so restless in thy quest For a heart to bid thee stay, 8 peak what love had long since guessed May I isn't it the month of May ? Wild birds in the tree top swaying Touch Sweet William to the test ; Tell him love-lorn I am straying. Raving like a soul possest ! Half in earnest, half in jest. Sing : "She fears you'll say her nay !" Answer, young moon in the west May I "Isn't it the month of May " Foolish Phyllis, you're betraying Secrets you've uo reed to say : Whv should you alone be saying "May I'' isn't it the month of May J LEAP-YEAR PROPOSALS. Hnvln, is Hot ibe Man, the Proner War to Knnure Fall Mfcew. A young lady comes to us with a very curious request. "I want you," she writes, "to tell me how to proceed to make a leap-year proposal. I do not mean anything farcical, but a real matrimonial proposition, and I desire to do it in such a way that the effort will not be a failure. " Please, Mr. Editor, will you please give me a few practical directions?" Of course we will, dear Miss "Cynthia," of course we will. Evidently you have never made a leap-year proposal, and you naturally feel nervous; but never fear, it's nothing when y.ou get used to it. In the first place, you must catch your man. From the tone of your letter we infer that you have got him. Well, the next thing is to surround the man with favorable conditions. Never propse in the morning. It is worse than useless. . To nine people out of ten there is no more romance ia the early part of the day than there is sunshine at midnight. The evening is a good time. When the young man is alone with you and his face assumes a sentimental look, pop the question. Force an answer at once. The average man needs time to frame excuses and equivocations. The best plan is to make him commit himself, and after he does this, get him to write a few sickly love letters. The sicklier the better, Then, Miss Cynthia, you must make a few presents to the young man. A cluster diamond ring is quite acceptable; a gold watch and chain would not be amiss, and most anything that costs from five hundred to two thousand dollars would not be likely to freeze his love. You must also pay for tickets to the drama and opera. Booth tickets at $5 for the two for six nights in one week would be 6lightly expensive, but you must remember, Miss Cynthia, that courtships are very expensive, especially leap-year courtships. And, after all, if his love should wander away from you and he should try to defeat matrimony by innumerable postponements, your course would be entirely clear. You would merely have to get those sickly love-letters he-fore a jury, and the verdict would follow. Forty-five thousand dollars is the fashionable figure, but as Baltimore is more sympathetic than- New York, there is no reason why you shouldn't get fifty thousand, and any young lady who has fifty thousand in her own name need not remain unmarried long. a leap-year parson. A story comes from over the water of some good advice which the Rev. Dr. Moore, once the pastor of the Central Christian Church, of Cincinnati, gave not long ago to a young lady, a member of his London congregation. The young lady is an orphan, and was desnarately in love with one young man while she was being courted by another. The young man she loved had shown her a good deal of brotherly love for several years, but no word of sentiment had ever passed between them. Finally the young man who had steadily courted her for months proposed matrimony. The young lady did not want to accept, since she loved the other fellow, and she did not want to run the risk of dying an old maid by a flat refusal, because this young man for a husband, was better than no husband at all. Finally putting the suitor off, in desperate straits she went to Dr. Moore. "Did you say the young man you love ha9 showed you some attention?" asked Dr. Moore. "Yes but only as a brother." "I'll tell you what to do. Just sit down and ask his advice. Tell him the fact that you are an orphan, with no one to counsel, leads you to come to him for help. Tall him frankly of the young man's proposal and of your hesitancy about accepting a husband, and then tell rae the result." In a few days the young lady appeared at the doctor's study as happy as a meadow lark in June. She had written the letter the doctor had advised, and as quickly as a train could travel between the home of the man she loved and her home an answer came. "Don't accept; I'll see yoa to-morrow' And he did see her on the morrow, when he confessed his love and said he had never avowed it before because he was waiting till his income would warrant a discussion of matrimony. He did not want to marry anybody else under the sun but her, and then she told him she didn't want to marry the other fellow any of the time, and then "Married At the residence of the bride's aunt, by the Rev. Dr. Moore," etc. The Origin of Leap-Year. A correspondent of the New York World thus writes of the origin of Leap "Vear: "The custom observed every fourth year of permitting the fairer sex to assume the rights and prerogatives appertaining to their brothers during the remaining three is a very ancient one. When it originated is not definitely known, but a law enacted by the Parliament of Scotland in the year 123S is doubtless the first statutory recognition of the custom. The law was as follows: "It is statut and ordaint that during the reine of Her Maist Blissit Megestic, ilk fourth year, known as Leap Year, ilk maiden lad ye of baith high and low estait shall hae liberty to bespeak ye man she likes; albeit, gif he refuses to tak hir to be his wyfe, he shall be mulcted in ye summe of ane dundis or less, as his estait moit be, except and awis gif he can mak it appear that he is be trot hit to ane ither woman, that he then shall be free." "Who can say, in the face of such testimony, that the rights of woman have ever been disregarded?" The following rales governed the gaests at a leap-year party recently given in Nebraska City: "1. The gentleman whose bouquet is not mashed in tbe first dance will be a witness to the fact that he has been held with propriety. 2. No gentleman shall cross the floor without a lady attendant. 3. If a gentleman goes for a glass of water unattended by a lady, he will at once be declared out of order and will be compelled to be seated. 4. Gentlemen are expected to be languid, to drop their handkerchiefs as often as possible, and make frequent calls for water, and behave in the most ladylike manner in all things." Aw Epitaph for Slavery. John W. Forney, in a letter to the Philadelphia Press, suggested the following ep: itaph for the 'institution:" Died, by the hands of its friends, who were mad enough to believe that because slavery had flourished and been tolerated in a land of liberty and law, slavery could therefore destroy both liberty and law. Every man in trouble feels that his friends are not as indignant as they shoold be. LEAP YEAR. Ladies Law in Leas Venr Baehelars Penally. It is probable that many of the fair, and at least an equal number of the unfair sex, have scarcely bestowed a thought upon the fact that 1892 is leap year, in which the ladies' law, as it is called, may prevail. In three years out of every four, man has the privilege of "popping the question," and the annoyance of sometimes having a plain-spoken "No" for the reply. On the fourth year woman may propose, if it so please her. A lady has the privilege in leap year of suggesting marriage between herself and a bachelor acquaintance. In the event of his refusing, the penalty is that the un gallant gentleman shall present the tender damsel with a new silk dress. There is a reservation, however, that the right to claim this penalty depends on the circumstances that, when she proposed, the damsel was the wearer of a 6carlet petticoat, which ( or a little of the lower portion of which) she must exhibit to the gentleman, the understood idea being that the silken dress shall cover the petticoat, and thus assuage dire feminine indignation at the rejection of her offered hand. If any of the readers of the Titnes catch a glimpse, in 1892 say in a high wind, or when a carriage or car is entered, or a muddy street crossed of the slightest bit of scarlet in a lady's most comfortable and usually unex-hibited garment, they may imagine that she has quitted the house with the dire intent of asking somebody to marry her, or of getting the silk dress mentioned. It is said that, in a work entitled "Courtship, Love and Matrimony," published in 1606, ten years before the death of Shakspeare, is this explanation regarding ladies' privileges in leap year: "Albeit, it is nowe become a part of the common lawe, in regards to social relations of life, that as often as every bissextile year doth return, the ladyes have the soul privilege, during the time it continueth, of making love unto the men, which they do, either by words or looks, as to them it seemeth -riwij-tvu'ans nnrl TriAltaniFAF l "V man war ill I-tj-v pi UlTU-l UlViWVVlj 11V Will entitled to benefit of clergy who dothe j in any wise treate her proposal with slight or contumely." This quotation is given by a correspondent of "Notes and Queries," but there are some words in it which were scarcely in common use in Shakspeare's time. "Social relations of life" is a comparatively modern phrase; and though the word "relations'' is used once by Shak-peare, "social" never .was. Oddly enough, the word "contumely," though not given in "Ayscough's Concordance," occurs in "the proud man's contumely," which is put into one of HamleVa most thoughtful soliloquies. The following is the statute in the old Saxon code referring to leap year: "Albeit, as often as leape yearre dothe occure, the woman holdetti prerogative over the menne in matters of courtships, love and matrimonie; so that, when the lady proposetb, it shall not be lawful for the man to say her nae, but shall entertaine her proposall in all crude curtesie." A Scotch 6tatut of 1228 read as follows: "It is statut and ordaint that during the reine of her maist blessit majestie, ilk forth year, known as leap year, ilk maiden ladye of baith high and low estate shall have liberty to bespeak ye man she likes; albyit, if he refuses to take her to be wif, he shall be mulcted in the sum of one pound (1) or less, as his estait mai be, except and awis if he can make it appear that he is betrothed to one women, and then he shall be free." Leap year naturally makes us think of marriage; and we hope all the young ladies and widows will be bold enough to "pop the question," and do it without blushing or stammering. Now is your opportunity. Thos. J. Bowdilch, in Troy Times. A LEAP-YEAR HARIUAGE LICENSE. "Is this where you get married?" Clerk Salmonson looked up from his work and saw a handsome young lady looking in at the window. The clerk is in the habit of conversing with men only through that aperture, the ladies always appearing in perspective, and yesterday when he raised his head expecting to see the face of some anxious youth, but beheld instead the fair creature before him, he was for the moment dumb. Finally he said: "This is the place where licenses are issued." "Well, give us one," was the reply. Mr. Salmonson peered over his desk to see who "we" were. A huge pair of spectacles, with a dog-chain attachment, appeared above the top of a high-pointed standing collar, and shyly moved toward the young lady at the window. The youth was evidently the other one. He was so completely overcome that he had to be supported by a cane. The clerk proceeded to fill out the marriage document. "Be sure and get it just right, now, clerk," continued the young lady, as she placed both hands on her tournure and elevated it to the proper angle, "and put my name first, please, and begin Cholly's with a capital letter, and and if you don't write it in italics I'd like to have mine underlined; and tbn if you " Anything else?" inquired the fainting official. "Well, I don't like that color very well. Haven't you any other color besides pink? I just despise pink. Haven't you sky blue or orange, or " "No, we haven't,'' snapped out the exasperated license clerk. "Nothing but pink; and will you please keep still! If you don't you will not get a license at all. What's your age?" The possibility of such a question had never occured to the young lady, bnt she recovered her balance and managed to say, "Sixteen." However, when the clerk looked at her with an air of incredulity, and wrote 26 on the document, she said nothing. The clerk finished making out the license and handed it to the lady, who paid the fee out of her own pocket-book, and taking "Cholly" by the arm, assisted him, with the aid of his walking stick, to get out of the clerk's room. As Mr. Salmonson saw the couple disappear through the door he murmured: "The first leap year license of the season." Chicago News. - "To Talk Like m lluirh I nele." Dr. Brewer, in his "Dictionary of Phrase and Fable," says it is to offer "severe reproof," and quotes from the Latin classics to prove the awe in which an uncle's rebuke was held. He does not treat the word "Dutch" under this bead, but in a neighboring paragraph declares that "daring the rivalry between England and Holland the word 'Dutch' was svnonymous with all that was false and" hatefuL" So a "Dutch ancle" may be regarded as more caustic than one of any other country. According to Hotten, a "Dutch ancle" is a personage often introduced into conversation, bnt exceedingly difficult to describe. "I'll talk to him like a Dutch uncle" conveys the notion of anything but a desirable relation. "Dutch" is a slang term for any language which is unintelligible to the hearer. To talk "double Dutch backward" signifies extreme quickness in the use of gibbberish. This may tend to explain the above. If a woman has her own money to earn, and has health and strength, she wU economize and save until she has accumulated a little fortune. There are more rich old maids in the country than poor ones. Bat let the same women be given- a chance to save money for their husbands, and they will become the most extravagant persons on earth. Marriage seems to make most women as reckless as too much drinking makes the men. Dn you ever know a deaf man wbo would not go out of his way to walk on the railroad track? A. max thinks doesn't know. lots of things he CHARITY BKOIX3 AT HOME. ASD TOO OFTEN ENDS THERE. It is a cold December night ; Hark ! how the winds do blow ! "John, close the shutters good and tight, Keep out the falling snow. Ah ! what a pleasure to be rich, With luxuries in store. And discount notes at cent per cent Ciod help tbe starving poor ! "Bring in my velvet slippers, John, And make the parlor warm, I love to sit and listen to The howling of the storm. Cigars and brandy also bring. place tbe spittoon on the noon Ah 1 temperance is a splendid thing ; Ood help the starving poor ! "Come hither, John, and answer me : Did IJobson call to-day 1 His note was due at twelve o'clock. He said he'd call and pay. He did not.' Then I'll not allow The rogue one moment more. But place the sheriff on his goods tod help the starving poor ! "Pray tell me, John, did Miser Shirk, My pious friend call in T 'He did.' Ah ! John, I wish this world Were free of selfish sin. To speed Ood's word in heathen lands I would give half my store. His name be praised and coal's gone up Ood help the starving poor ! "And all the Christmas present, John, My kind friends sent to me. Take care of them, for every gift How thankful we should be. Ah ! John, it is a blessed thing To have a friend in store. Drive all the beirgars from the gate God help the starving poer ! "To-morrow. John, if you have time. And nothing else to do. Don't fail to call on widow Jones, And take a tract or two. Khe needs some consolation, John, Being lonely, sad and poor. And tell her I must have my rent Ood help the starving poor ! Remember, John, whoever calls, I'm not at home to-night ; Attend the bell ; be careful, mind. See everrthin is right. Hand me that cigar. That will do. Retire and close the door. Good news ; provisions have advanced-Hod help the starving poor !" A FORTtTXE SAVED. A Shrewd TclesTrnpbcr Spares Husband's Pocket. She was as sweet a little woman as ever wore a tailor-made suit and a jaunty hat, that made every fellow that passed her strighten his tie and look his prettiest. She walked into the telegraph office at Fourth and Vine Streets, and timidly inquired of the clerk: "Can I send a telegram to my husband, here?" "Yes'm," responded the hollow-eyed functionary, brightening up a little, and handing her a blank, with pen and ink. "I guess it will go all right, if I put the street number, won't it?" she ask- j ed again. Yes'm," laconically repneu ine clerk, with a sad, anticipatory smile. She frowned a little while, collecting her thoughts, and then wrote : Dearest Charlie : You do not know how much I miss you, while away from home, though auntie is very kind, and we have been shopping all afternoon. I have bought some of the loveliest swiss, to go over my green dress, and three pairs of French kid gloves, because they were cheap, and I know you won't care, will you, dearest ? I think of you always, and wish you were here with me, to see the cute baby carriages!, and cradles, and table chairs for little Mary. I was tempted to buy all three of them, but only took the carriage. Be sure to scald bottle, every meal, and that the milk is fresh and sweet, before it is warmed for baby. Bless her little heart ! She is her mamma's darling dear, so she is ; and when she cries, it may be a pin sticking ber, and not the colic at all, remember. Give her a drop of camphoron a nice, big lumpof sugar, if that cough returns, and two drops of peppermint or paregoric, in sugar and water, in a teaspoon, if she has a cramp in her dear little stomach. The key to the cake box is under the corner of the mat in the front hall, and if the icing stieks to the knife, butter it, and don't give baby any ; besides, be sure to crumble the crackers well in her gruel. Auntie wants me to stay all week, but I don't feel satisfied away from you and baby so long, dearest, and will come home Wednesday. i It seems like a year since I saw you, love, though it was only yesterday evening ; so now, you see how much I love you, and cannot bear to be away from you at all. Oh, if you should die, or anything should happen while I am away ! On thinking it over, I will come home Tuesday, on the first morning train, this being Monday night. Tell the girl to warm up the roast from Sunday, or else cut it down real thin, with Chili sauce to eat over it, and to see that the bread does not get musty in the pantry, and to keep the ants out of the sugar box, above all. Kiss baby for mamma, and I send you a hundred for yourself. From your loving little wife, Susie Brown. Gathering together the piles of sheets filled with the message, she handed them to the clerk. lie read tbe telegram, while she stood there and blushed. "How much will it be ?" she asked, shyly. "Twenty-five cents, madam. You see, we can shorten it by leaving out a few of the unnecessary words, and so, save you money." "Oh, thank you, she said, beaming ; "but be sure not to leave "out any of the necessary words," and away she went, happy as a lark. The operator picked up the blank and hurriedly dashed off : Charles Brown i Will be home Tuesday morning by first train. "Susie Brown." He was a married man himself. He In Only m Mrrhanlr. How frequently is the remark made by aristocratic upstarts, who have nothing to recommend them save their money and impudence, when the name of an honest mechanic happens to be mentioned in their presence. They consider it degrading to associate with those who do not, like themselves, possess wealth, even though the wealth was obtained by the most rascally means. Nothing is so disgusting .to well-bred, well-informed people, as to hear an ignorant, con ceited, puBed-up, long-haired, brainless, impudent dandy, talk about mechanics, as if they were no better than brutes. No true lady or gentleman would be guilty of such littleness. It is only spoiled beauty the worthless, contemptible soap-lock who would do so. Show us the man or the woman who would consider it a disgrace to associate with honest, well-informed mechanics, and we will show you a poor, worthless, ignorant, conceited creature useless to himself and the world, with a disgrace and encumbrance to his friend. The Deadly Cole Beit. If trustworthy statistics could be had of the number of tbe persons who die every year or become permanently diseased, from sleeping in damp or cold beds, tbey would probably be astonishing and appalling. It is a peril that constantly besets travelling men, 1 and if they are wise, thev will invar iably insist on having their beds aired and dried, even at the risk of causing much trouble to their landlords. But, according to Good Housekeeping, it is a peril that also resides ia the home, and the cold 'spare room" has slain its thousands of hapless gaests, and will go on with its slaughter, till people learn wisdom. Not only the guest, but the family, often' scfTer the penalty of sleeping in cold rooms and chilling their bodies, at s time when they need all their bodily beat, by getting between cold sheets. Even in warm sammer weather, a cold, damp bed will get in its deadly work. It is a needless peril; and the neglect to provide dry rooms and beds has in it tbe elements of murder and suicide. Boast of how much yoa think of your friends, bat never boast of how roach they think of yoa. Those who hear yoa may have talked with them, and may know different. Whetheb a man has a right to be or not, he will always be selfish. Every woman is afraid that she will be buried alive. LEAP YEAR LEGENDS.. A Variety af Peasant tnnrtilona nnd Falk Iire The Yenr'a rnnranilious Influence n tannine Operations-.! Hit nl Tuscan unerslilian Traditisns in Ike fcnrlr lul ibe C'bnrrh A Itemnn. The break in the regular order of days is naturally a matter of awe and apprehension for the peasant mind. We accordingly in nearly all the oid countries, a variety of superstitions clustering around leap year. The rural folk lore of England'tells ns how all the peas and beans grow the wrong way in their pods that is, the seeds are set in quite the contrary way to what they are in other years. The reason commonly assigned for this supposed eccentric freak of nature is "because it is the ladies' year, they (.the peas and beans) always lie the wrong way in leap year." In Belgium the peasantry maintain that this year is not onlv too frequently unpropitious for farming operations, but that throughout it the young of no domestic animal will thrive .as at other times. A similar fatality, they argue, extends to every kind of young grass and shoots, which it is affirmed invariably become either stunted in their growth or blighted. The same peculiar idea prevails in certain districts of Russia, and, in accordance with the time-honored and much-quoted proverb, the peasant is reminded how, "If St. Cassian (Feb. 29) look on a cow it will wither." On the other hand, there would seem to be exceptions to this rule, as in Sicily, where the farmer is advised to "set and graft vines in leap year." The ancient Romans considered the bissextile, or "leap day," a critical season, reckoning it among their unlucky days. That this belief has not by any means lost ground is evidence by the deep rooted dislike parents have to a child being born on "leap day," it being a popular notion that to come into the world at such an odd time is ominous as signifying tho person's speedy exit. But those, however, who chance to be born on this particular day have little occasion to dread such unnecessary alarms, for "it must be remembered how leap year conies around again and again, only too truly to testify to the utter falsity of the many articles of belief attached to its anniversary." A variety of this superstition pro-vails on the continent, and, according to a piece of Tuscan folk lore, when a child is born in leap year, either it or its mother will die before the year has expired. But, apart from consideration of this kind, it must be acknowledged that it is somewhat awkward to be born on "leap day," as a person can only celebrate the anniversary of his birth once in four years. It likewise also has its advantages, as in the caHe of those of the fair sex who like, as far as possible, to minimize their age, and hence look with envious eyes on those whose birthday comes only once to their four. Referring to this month, Mr. Chambers remarks, in the "Popular Rhymes of Scotland," that "it appears to be considered by some people as the moHt important. We have as many rhymes about this docked month as about all the rest put together, many of them expressing either an open detestation of it or a profound sense of its influence in deciding tho weather that is to follow." But again, leap year is not without its traditions and legendary lore. St. Augustine, for example, writing of it, says: "The Almighty made it from the beginning of the world for a great mystery, and if it be passed by untold, the first course of the year will be perversely altered, because there is one day and one night not reckoned. If you will not account it also to the moon as to the sun, then you frustrate the rule for Easter, and the reckoning of every new moon all the year." Hampson, in his "Medii (Kvi Kalen-darium," quotes the following quaint dradition from a Saxon treatise: "Some assert that the bissextus comes through this, that Joshua prayed to God that the sun might stand still for one day's length, when he swept the heathen from the land as God granted to him. It is true that the sun did stand still for one day's length over the city of Gebaon: but the day went forward in tho same manner as other days. And the bissextus is not through that, as some think." In France there is a popular tradition among the peasantry in the environs of La Chatre of a different kind altogether. It is said that every leap year a particular sort of evil demon makes its dread appearance, whose "only pleasure is to be displeased." His shape is not distinguishable in member, joint or limb. Nearly thirty years ago, M. Maurice Sand exhibite 1 in the salon a powerful and graphic picture of this mysterious being. "It is evening; the sun has just set over a waste country covered with marshy bogs and fens full of stagnating water. The clouds are bloodstained by the last rays of the departing day star, and the dark red color is reflected on the sleeping pools. Out of the depth of one of them in the distance a marvelous monster has arisen, and is leaning against an old water worn pile. Before him the frightened fisherman fly and fall. His form is not to definite as oculd be desired, but still he is the ghost of leap year." T. F. Thistclton Dyer, ni Home Journal. How Wen Hhonlri Act When Their Ailort-ra Propone Marrlaee. Young man, we want just a word with you privately. Now listen. Being leap year, you will doubtless have more or less offers of marriage from the fair sex. Of course you are not called upon to accept any of them unless you choose. When your adorers falls on ber knees, and with dishevelled hair, dilating eyef,distended nostrils and clenched fists she beats upon her breast bone and swears by all the stars that she loves you and you alone, don't get frightened and send for a policeman under the impression that you have a lunaticess on your hands. She's not crazy. All yoa have to do is to sit still, until tbe paroxysm is passed, when she will subside and calmly await your decision. If you want her, franklv tell her that you have always loved her, and thank her cordially for giving you this opportunity of saying as much. If you don't want her, you should snaffle a few times, and tell her that you are awfully sorry, but your heart belongs to another, and the best you can. do is to love her as a brother. If oiie has any kind of stuff in her Bhe will then stand on her feet, straighten her bustle around where it belongs, coil up her hair in shape again, pin her hat on her head, crawl into her sealskin sacque, and with an expressed wish that you may be happy with whoever is fortunate enough to win your heart, sail out into the night, and lay plans for future campaigns. These ordeals are liable to come to you any moment, so yoa will do well to always on the lookout, lest inanangard-ed moment, you get frightened Into making a promise that will cloud the whole - course of your future life. isanmiie tsreezc. IN 1288. when Marcaret wan Onn of Scotland, she made a law that during her reign any maiden should have the right to ask a man to marry her, and if he refused without good cause to make her his wife, he was to be fined one hundred pounds. After the death of the Queen the women clamored so for a continuance of the right that a law was passed allowing a woman the privilege, every fourth year, of asking a man m marriage. This is the origin of leap year. There are too many people who put naming posters on the walls to advertise their wretchedness, and who have nothing to say when they have something to be thankful for. When a man tells a bad story on another man, with sorrow in his voice and tears in his eyes, the people think what a good man he most be, but the devil knows better. Do not tell what yoa are going to do: if you do not do it, the people will laugh at yoa. . 8ome people make their modesty ridiculous. . MOTHERLESS. One by one the long dark shadow s Take some form upon the wall ; Dimly burns the cheerless tire ; Hushed as death the ashes fall. A lonely child calls for hsr molher ; Sorrow hows the little head As the fulling- embers answer. Little girl, your mother's dead. Never will her mnmnia litrn To her fiotstoiw tliroutih the hall ; Never will she hide iu clo.sets When she hears her mamma call. Who will tell her little stories. Who will si ag her little song. Who will kiss away her poutniH, As she folds her in her arms t Her lit tint heart is beating wildly. Burdened not with childish care. But with grief which has no ending Vept in heaven, only there. Motherless child, tiod help her now : Strange the world seems her to. But her mother hovers o'er her. And will guide her safely throuijli. Darker grww the Rhostly shadows. Formless now upon the wail. 'Kound the house the night winds whisj-r afUy, yet the ashes tail. How the little sad fttce brightens. Bright as if with heavenly beaming. Sleeping while ber riarlinjj mother Soothes her sorrow iu her dreaming. LE AP V KAH. The Inveuliou (iivinird fur nn lOoinluu Astronomer. Honor to whom honor is duo; ami I beg to claim for Ichouuphys, the Egyptian astronomer, the title of being the inventor of the intercalary day on every fourth year, which with us is the 2ilth of February. He was the teacher of Eudoxua, who reformed the Greek calendar, but ou another plan. We usually have given the honor to Sosine-nes," the deviser of Julian Calendar; but the discovery of the Decree of Can-opus robs Sosigelies of that honor, by showing that a like reform for Lower Egypt has been proposed in the year B. C. 238; and now I wish to show that the same reform had been act ually introduced in Upper Egypt yet earlier than B. C. 3T7. We have a Greek in-seiption in the great otisis, near Thebes, copied by Mr. G. A. Hoskins, and published in Boeckh 4957, dated by two calendars. At the beginning it is dated, "in the second year of Gallia, on the first day ofPhaophi, according to the Augustan-Julian calendar," that is on the 28th day of September, A. I). (is. But lest this new mode of dating the Decree should not be understood, it is dated at the end by another, which we may call the Thebian calendar, "in the first year of Gallia, on the twelfth day of Epiphi." The old moving new year's day, belonging to a civil year of H65 days only, was always becoming earlier by one day in every four vears. Augustus, by introducing the Julian year in B. C. 25th of August , but when the Theban calendar fixed it, it had not moved back so much by eighty-three days. The new year's day was then fixed at the 20th of November. Now, 83 multiplied by 4 equals 332, and 332 plus 25 equals 357; therefore, we have proof that his Theban calendar was introduced in 11. C. 357. Again, the regnal year was always changed on the new year's day; and thus, as the date of the inscription, lsth September, fell after the New Year's day of the Augustan-Julian calendar, it was in the second year of Galba, but as it was before the New Year's day of the Theban calendar, it was in the first year of Galba. Again, it i necessary to remark that in the division of Egypt into two provinces, UpjK-r Egypt on the east side of the Nile included ileli-opolis, although on the west side of the river it did not come bo far northward; hence the calendar which came from Heliopolis, tho seat of science, would naturally be used in the Thelmid and its Oasis. If we now lookback in history to the year B. C. 327, we shall find that it was five years before the death of the Greek astronomer Eudoxus, the reformer of the Greek calendar. He had lately spent sixteen months in Heliopolis, studying under Ichonuphys, from whom he had learned tho true length ofthevear. Diogenus Laentins, viii., 90. We now learn from our description of Galba' s reign upon what Ichonuphys' fame rested, and what brought EudoxuH to Heliopolis to study under him; and we may with confidence claim for Iceonuphys the reform of the Theban calendar which was at that time made, and the honor of being the inventor of tho Ieap-year. London Athenwum. A tmp-Vrnr lioninnrr. The last six months of the life of Mrs. Thomas Mitchell, who first saw America yesterday, would make an excellent leap-year story. Six months ago she was Gertrude Gould, living in Winchelsea, Susnex, England. She was good-looking, well-mannered, but was one of many surplus maidens In her town. Thomas Mitchell wan a well-to-do farmer in Van Buren, Mo. , where there was a great scarcity of women, as there was of men in Sussex. Mr. Mitchell found tho monotony of a bachelor's home irksome, and advertised in tho Englis papers for a wife. Miss Gould, believing that she possessed the qualifications of a housewife, answered the advertisement. A correspondence began and continued, photographs were exchanged, and an engagment followed. The young woman arranged to come to Missouri and get married, and was one of the passengers on the ill-fated steamship V. A. Scholten, which was sunk by a collision with the bark Iiosa May in the Straits of Dover, on November 19, 1887, when so many lives were lost. She was on the upper deck at the time, and when the vessel began to sink rushed, with several others, on the bridge. The crowd pushed her olF into the water, and the only other English passenger jumped after her and held her up until both were rescued by one of the boats of a passing steamer. After getting on shore she refused to come with the other passengers on the steamer P. Caland, and returned to Sussex. She wrote to Mr. Mitchell, who lost no time in making a voyage to England. They were married in London about four weeks ago, and two weeks later took passage on the Guion steamer Nevada. They started from New York yesterday for their Weeteri; home. Nexo York Tribune. The Lrtter that Sever nine. Have you ever looked for a letter that did not come? Have vou gone to the postoffice day after day, with a sickening feelingof mingled doubt and hop in your breast at times feeling yen heart leap joyfully in the sure belief that the letter will be waiting there for you, and again sinking like lead in the dull certainty that it will not? Have your knees trembled a little, and your hand shook when you tried to fit the key in the box? Has something come into your waiting eyes that was very like tears of keen suspense, and something beat so loud and so strong in head and breast that you could scarcely hear or feel? Did yoa hesitate when you had finally turned the key, and gather up all your courage that you might bear it bravely should disappointment be your lot again? And when you at last opened the little door dear heart, was the letter there? O, if it was, be glad; for I tell yoa that never a sun slopes from east to west but hundreds of eyes grow dim waiting and looking and longing for letters that never come. A doctor will sit down and write a prescription: time five minutes, paper and ink ) cent, and the patient pays f 1, $5, 10, as the case may be. A lawyer writers ten or twelve lines and gets from f 10 to $-50 from his client. An editor writes a half colum puff for a man, pays a man 60 cent, or a dollar for putting it in type, prints on $7's worth of paper, sends it to several people, and surprises the puffed man if be makes any charges. Augusta Journal. It you are pretty, don't imagine that every one who looks at you is admiring the dimple in your chin. Or if yoa are homely, don't think that people can't look at you without seeing the freckles on your nose. Self consciousness only detracts from good looks and adds to homeliness. An old Scotch saying is to the effect that love is like a dizziness that won't let a man go about his business. ' WW. Mht MMi

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