BEYOND THESE TEARS.
nf sins. 3UXXIE A. MoxTronx.
J'oyond thtse dreams and tears
Ueyond thc-ec hopes aud fear--
Be3'oiid these weary years
There wails for thee
A home , so wondrous fair ,
So sweet , so pure , the air
Breathes anthems everywhere
Iu hannouy.
Angelic creatures move ,
Through every balmy grove
WLose constant theme is love
In rapture sutigj
And on their harps ib wrought
Those strains divinely taught ;
And every rythm caught
On roses hung.
Till even' pulse was filled
With their swcet'breath , distilled
For tender chords that thrilled
_ 'Neath touches lov.
"Where limpid streams pursue
Enchanted bowers through ;
And myriad drops of dew
ICcsplcudcnt glow.
Where tranquil sides repose
O'er every stream that Hows ,
Whose cnstal be.iutv throws
A light sublime.
No tongue cau e'er possess
The gift to A ? f conless
The inatchlcss'lovclincss
Of that fair clime.
Ob , spirit , why shoulels't thou
Bemoan and murmur now ?
Is't not ciiouL'h to know
Beyond these tears ,
When carthlv scenes have past
'
With all the'jrloom they cast ,
There thou shall rest at last
Through endless years ?
< bV. Louts Magazine.
EIT OF DEIFT.
BY IICSTEK STUART.
"Brutus Cassius Danks ! Are you gc
ing after that water or do you expec
the spring to come to you ? "
The man thus pointedly addressei
slid slowly down from the fence when
he was sitting , whittling , closed hi
huge jackknife by pressing its poin
against the rail , and shambled towari
the house.
The woman in the doorway watchci
his leisurely approach with an expres
sion curiously mingled of indifferenoi
and irritation.
A small , stooping figure , with a weal
slope to the chin and shoulders ; th <
flaccid face with a fringe of hay-coloree
beard , and surmounted by a sunburnee
straw hat ; the loose , unshapely clothe !
which seemed to have adapted them
selves to the wearer's habit of mind-
was this the pink-cheeked , trim younj
fellow who courted her fifteen year :
ago ? "
"I was a thinkin' , Alalviny , " he said ,
taking the pail from her outstretched
hand , "that a ketch of fish would taste
kinder good. We've hael mush prettv
stiddy lately. "
"Itain'tfmyfault"said the woman ,
shortly.
"No ! I s'pose it ain't , " he rejoined
slowly , as though the fact occurred tc
him for the first time.
Just then a little tow headed girl ran
round the corner of the house.
"Where arc you goin' , daddy ? " she
called.
"Down to the spring. Want to go ,
Capitola ? " he answered.
She looked lovingly at him with her
china-blue eyes , slipped her grimy little
hand into his , anel trudged off'beside
him.
him.The
The woman stood on the doorstone
looking after them. "They are well-
mated , " she thought bilte'rly. "One
has about as much idea of getting a
living as the other. ' "
She had not lacked warnings years
ago ; for Malvina Frost , with her slim ,
straight figure and snapping black eyes ,
was .the likeliest girl in town ; anel
mothers of marriageable sons hael not
hesitated to enlarge in her hearing upon
the "Danks shiftlcssness , " reinforcing
their own opinions by sundry old pro
verbs , such as "What's bred in the bone
will come out in the flesh. " and "Like
father , like son. " But Malvina only
tosseel her black curls , anel went her
j own way.
So one June they were married , and
went to houskeeping in a little house
on the bank of the Ohio ; and Melvina ,
in the strength of her youth and love ,
felt able to move mountains , but she
found the gravitation of inherited shift-
lessness too much for her.
He had done well for a time. The
little cottage was neatly fixed up , and
when a year after the first baby came ,
the young father , with his own hands ,
fashioned for it a cradle that was the
wonder and envy of the neighborhood.
But heredity was too strong for him ,
and though the cradle had six success
ive occupants , its first coat of paint
was never renewed. Mrs. Danks had
never heard of Sisyphus. If she had
she would have found her task very
much like his , v ith the exception that
hers was infinitely harder and more
hopeless.
What was itP Mental or moral or
physical weakness , or all three ? Or
an evil fate , that whatever he turneel
his hand to immediately failed ? Even
his name seemed an unkind fling of
fortune. His mother having attended ,
shortly before his birth , the oerforni-
ance of some strolling actors , was so
much impressed that the name of
Brutus Cassius was waiting for him
when he arrived upon the stage where
he was to play so insignificant a part
It was seldom , however , that he had
the benefit of his full name , for the
community in which he grew up de
lighted in abbreviations. But even
their rough familiarity hesitated to call
a man "Brute" to his face , so he was
dubbed "Cash , " a perpetual satire up
on him who rarely hail any cash in his
pocket Against all these odds Mrs.
Danks had fought a good light ; but in
the struggle her straight back had been
bent , and the snap had gone from her
eyes to her voice.
'Somehoiv the load pressed heavier
than ever this morning. It might have
been because it was early spring ,
and the air was full of that indefinable
sense of expectancy , that yague hint of
rejuvenation , a rejuvenation that would
touch everything except the Danks for
tunes. And perhaps it was because the
flour barrel was cnipty , but whatever
the cause , Mrs. Danks turned from the
doorway thoroughly wretched.
Half an hour later Mr. Danks saun
tered in , with the water , the child fol-
lowing with a string of two or thre
fish.
fish.Setting the pail down , he said in
deprecating way : "I hev about c'l
eluded to take up with Badger's offe
and go up to Cooperville. "
. She made no answer , and ho contii
ucd : "If anythin' sh'd happen , Icoul
come home. "
"Oh. yes ! " she answered , "youcoul
come home easy enough. "
The man winced , and his sallow fae
redelencd.
"I don't s'pose I'm a master hand :
gettin' a livin1 , but I tell you Malvini
fate is agin me. * Just as I got a jo
across the river that felon come on m
iincer , anel when I had a chance on tli
bridge , out of twenty men , I was th
only one the derrick hit when it fel
You didn't ought to be castin' it u
agin me that 1 lied to come home ; it'
fate. "
"Call it by what name 3-011 like , " sh
answered bitterly , "it's"made an ol
woman of me before my time. "
' He made no reply , but went out o
the doorstone , where the little gii
joined him , and presently his wife hear
him say :
"Dadely's goin' away. Is Capitol
sorry ? "
"Real sorry ! " said the child ; aeldin"
"What'll you bring me dadely ? "
"Hows'h'd ye like a string of beads ? '
he asked , after some deliberation.
"Blue beads ? " cried the child , thei
with the unconscious selfishness o
childhooel "will you go right off ? "
Apparently he was hurt , for his voici
quavered as he asked , "Which wouh
ye ruther hev dadely , or the beads ? "
"Oh , you ! " cried the child , throwin *
her arms round his neck and pressing
her little face to his. So the hurt wa !
healed , and they chattered quietly to
gether till supper time , at which mea
there appeared five black-eyed boys
the pattern of their mother. Peoph
said the Banks blood had taken a turi
in the boys for they were as keen
tough-limbed , energetic boys as coule
be iound in the count } ' .
The following Monday Mr. Dank ;
started for Cooperville. As he took up
his limp carpet bag , he said , by way oi
feeble joke , "Ain't ye sorry to see me
goin' , Malviny ? "
She looked at him a moment , ther
said , coldly , "You'll bo back sooi :
enough. "
He straightened himself and said ,
with an air of decision quite unlikt
himself , "You'll not see me again un
til my work is finished ; " and so de
parted , followed only by Capitola , who
went to the road with him , and called
after him not to forget the beaels.
Mrs. Danks from her washtub
watched him going slowly up the
muddy road , anel as she lookeel her
heart relented a trifle toward him
the weak , kind-hearto.d , exasperating
little man. Hastih' taking her hands
"
from the suds , she"took a bottle from
the kitchen shelf and went to the door.
"Johnny ! " she called to the tangle of
boys before the door , "your pa's forgot
his liniment. Run after him with it ,
for he'll be sure to get a lame back. "
With a parting thrust toward his
brothers , the boy snatched the bottle
"
and sped away "like a 3'oung athlete ,
chin up and elbows back , as he had seen
pictures of runners.
When he overtook his father and de
livered his message , the latter seemed
really temched. Though indifferent ,
apparentwhether ! his house fell to
pieces or not. he was homesick outside
his own gate , anel now was going away
sore hearted at the evident willingness
of his family to part with him. The
unexpected attention quite overcame
him , anel he looked around for some
thing to return in acknowledgment ,
but fhe fields were bare.
Suddenly he spied by the roadside
some pussy willows with their silvery ,
fuzzy buds , anel cutting off a branch
gave it to the boy saying. "Give that to
your ma , anel tell her she's the best
woman in Meigs Count- . " '
"Law ! " said Mrs. Danks , when the
boy burst in with his branch and mes
sage , . "Your pa's getting silly in his
old age. 1 don't want such truck in the
house. " But after the boy haelgone she
put it carefully in water and set it on
the kitchen shelf , and several times she
looked up at it with a look on her face
which Mr. Danks would scarcely have
recognized.
That gentleman's absence made very
little difference with his family excep"t
to Capitola. His wife scolded alittle
less , and the boys , who lookeel upon
him very much as another boy only
one who liked to sit in the same place
toolong pursued their works and
sports as usual.
But the Thursday after his leave ,
their outdoor fun was cut short by a
persistent rain. How it did pour !
Hour after hour , all day and night.
Friday morning dawned upon sweeping
sheets of gray , and an angry , boiling
flood that crept , inch by inch up its
fellow banks , aud night closed in on
the same picture. Saturday morning
the sun shone out bright and clear , but
on what a scene of destruction. What
had been a river was a rushing sea.
which had blotted out fielel after field ,
and stopped just at their own gate , ami
which carrieel on its heaving surface
trees torn up bodily , great timbers ,
buildings and cattle. Toward night a
large barn came floating down , and
lodging just above the house , made a
breakwater , round which the waters
whirled , bringing into the harbor thus
foriiieel all manner of wreckage. The
boys watched eagerly , speculating on
Lhe amount of firewood thus laid at
their door.
"Hi ! That's a good one , " cried one
af them , as just at dusk something like
i log appeared round the corner of the
barn , balanced a moment , as though
indecided , anel then swept round into
the little harbor. But it was getting
too dark to see anything more , so they
[ vent laughing anel scuffling to bed.
All night long mother and children
slept quietly in , the little house , lulled
jy the rush of swift waters. All night
oug in the little harbor the log poised
md turned , now swept away Irom the
ihore. now drawn toward it , as though j
reluctant to go.
In the morning , with whoop anel
ihout , the boys burst from the house ,
jut in a moment were back again with
yhite cheeks and chattering teeth , anel
slinging to their mother , "could utter
mt one word "Father. "
Yes ! Fate had ajjain been too stron"j j |
for him. Mr. Danks had corao hom <
They took up the poor body , bruise
and battered , but invested for the tin
time in the eyes of those who knew i
*
with dignitymd as they bore it acros
the threshold there fell from the pocke
a string of discolored blue beads.
A little later they knew all there wa
to know of the pitiful story. His fei
low-workmen had gathered on th
wharf Saturday afternoon after wor
to watch the freshet. One by one the
scattered to their homes up and dow.
the river , and a neighbor seeing Mi
Banks , called to him to come ; but h
shook his head , saying he was not goin ;
home till his work was finished. S
they left him there looking down Ih
river toward his home. One hour late
the wharf was swept away. K"o on
knew what had become of the soli tar
figure save One. And as the poo
body , without volition of its own , wa
guided through Hood and darkness l >
its home , wh'o can deny that the spiri
too weak to shape its own course-
was borne on Infinite pity into the eter
nal home ? Saturday Traveller.
Politics on the Bench.
If a judge of the superior court ii
mentioned in connection with the gov
ernorship of his state , is it right tha
insinuations should be thrown out bj
the press that , unless he resigns hi :
ollice , he will employ corrupt means t <
further his political aspirations ? I
honorable ambition to succeed by un
derhand methods only ? Now , in cast
ing about for a governor , each section
has its especial pet. This should nol
warrant an attack upon some othci
good man , who may be mentioned
simply because he is an ollicer , am'
without the semblance of a charge tc
bring against him , expect that he is api
to take advantage of his position tc
make friends , to the disadvantage of hL
less favored opponent.
How are we to judge of the conduct
or talents of another , except througl :
the positions he is called to lill ? Those
who have given the greatest satisfaction
in the past are the men who went uj
step by step , and not those who came
from the shades of seclusion. A judge
of the superior court , or any othei
man occupying an ollice of public trust ,
will not risk his good namu in question
able measures , in the very sight oi
higher honors being offered by an ad
miring public. Rather will 'they be
more guarded iu speech and act , know
ing that every word and actionis sure
to meet with the severest criticism. To
resign is a tacit acknowledgment to be
a candidate for a higher oftice
means trickery , bribery , and corrup
tion generally. To remain in the field
against such unfounded opposition
shows true courage and manhood. The
newspaper that believes it can injure
the reputation of a good man by adver
tising him as the judge of the superior
court in politics , fall short of its ex
pectations. Already such advertising
has redounded to the good of the can
didates and the mortification of name
less scribes. His case is strengthened ,
for the masses can see nothing in such
a light but vindictive persecution.
It is the merest folly to resign any
office to become a candidate. If a man
is pure he will employ honorable means
to secure his success. If he is impure
the public knows to well from past
experience to what low and disgraceful
acts he will resort to curry public favor ,
and his asperations are nipped in the
bud. As to selecting between the judge
on the bench and the common poli-
tician.who will be apt to measure his con
duct by the rules of propriety , the man
who has a reputation to uphold , in ac
cordance with the dignity of nis posi
tion , or the one who feels no restraint
and waits for the incumbent , whom ,
perhaps , death may have removed , to
be carried from the presence of his as
sociates , ere he hies himself away to el
bow the powers that be , in his interest
and behalf.
Courtesy , as well as necessity , de
mands that where a judge is disqualified
in his own circuit , some one of his as
sociates shall preside. If it is true that
ihese rounds develop judges into politi
cians , then there is not a court of equity
in the state. Culhbcrt ( Ga. ) Appeal.
A New Story of Daniel Webster.
On one occasion some Boston friends
sent him as a present an enormous-
sized plow to use on his place. Web
ster gave out word that on a certain
lay it would be christened. The day
irrived , and the surrounding farmers
' .or miles came in to witness the event.
1 dozen teams with aristocratic occu-
mnts came down from Boston. It was
jxpected by every one that Webster
vould make a great speech on the oc-
; asiou , reviewing the history of farni-
ng back to the time when Cincinnatus
ibdicated the most mighty throne in
; he world to cultivate turnips and cab-
jages in his Roman garden. The plow
vas brought out and ten yokes ot splen-
lid oxen hitched in front. More than
! 00 people stood around on the tiptoe
) f expectation. Soon Webster made
lis appearance. He had been calling
ipirits from the vasty deep , and his
jail was somewhat uncertain. Seizing
he plow handles and spreading his
cet lie yelled out to the driver in his
leep bass voice :
"Are you all ready , Mr. Wright ? "
"All ready , Mr. Webster , " "was the
'eply , meaning of course for the speech.
Webster straightened himself up by a
nighty effort and shouted :
"Then let her rip ! "
The whole crowd dropped to the
: rouud and roared with laughter , while
Vebster with his big plow proceeded
o rip up the soil. Belfast ( J/c. ) Joiir-
lal.
The Price Cuts Some Figure.
"Here , " , said a Chicago wholesaler ,
'this Omaha man declines to receive
hat last bill of goods you sold him. He
ays he got figures from a St. Louis
nan and you offered to duplicate the
rder. "
"Well , I did. Ain't the goods satis-
actory ? "
"Yes , but he objects to the pries. "
"The price ! Well , I didn't say I
could duplicate the price ; I thought he
ras kicking about the goods.--Mer-
hant Traveler. i
A FAMOUS SELLER OF BOOKS
Interesting Sketch of Henry Stevens
the London Boolt-Dcaler.
"What is your business , Mr. Ste
vens ? "
"I am a seller of books. "
"Ah , a bookseller. "
"No ; a seller of books. "
This dialogue , writes a London .cor
respondent to The Neio York Tribune ,
which took place in court between tht
late Henry Stevens , of Vermont , and s
cross-examining counsel , is character
istic enough of the man. He was i
seller of books , but he did not choose to
be confounded with the generality oi
booksellers , to whom books are mer
chandise and nothing more. lie was ,
in his own department , one of the most
learned and accurate bibliographers
who ever lived. He had no superior ,
and no equal in London. People who
knew him not may easily have been
misled as to his real abil'ty by the
whimsicalities in which he delighted to
indulge. On the title-page of the most
serious , and certainly the biggest , vol
ume he ever published the "Catalogue
of the American Books in the Library
of the British Museum" he describes
himself as "Henry Stevens , G. M. B. ,
M. A. , F. S. A. , etc. " The student of
the British museum or elsewhere might
puzzle long over these initials before he
discovered that G. M. B. stands for
Green mountain boy. He clung to his
birthplace and old home with affection
ate tenacity , and habitually signed him
self , in print as well as in private , Henry
Stevens , of Vermont. That is the name
he put to the delightful little volume
"Who Spoils Our New English Books ? "
the least , I think , of his publications ;
and he adds to it "Bibliographer and
Lover of Books. " Then follows a list
of antiquarian and historical societies in
both worlds of which he was member ;
then , without visible transition or so
much "Blackballed Athen-
as a comma , -
nmm club of London r.lsb patriaich of
Skull and Bones of Yale . . . B.
A. and A. M. of Yale college as well as
citizen of NoTiomagus et cjetera. "
Noviomagns , after some reflection , i
take to be , Croydon or some place near
Croydon , in England , or perhaps
Surbiton , and not one of the many other
better known places to which that name
was given in earlier days. There is ,
however , a club of antiquaries called
the Noviomagians , to which Stevens
belonged.
Henry Stevens came to London in
1845 , and soon , as he hn often said ,
"drifted" into the British museum. He
retained his connection tiiere as agen
for the buying of books lill the last
none of his financial misfortunes ter
minated it. Panizza , who then rulee
the museum in a sense far other than
that in which Mr. Bond now docs , was
his stanch friend. He understood Ste
vens' value , and he made use of his ser
vices in a way for which an Americar
can never quite forgive either of the
pair. Mr. Bond writes the notice o
Stevens in The Athenaeum , and says
with a touch of pardonable exultatior
that as the result of Stevens' efforts the
British museum now contains a more
extensive library of American books
than any single library in the United
States. No doubt it does , and the fact
is a reproach , not to Stevens , but to
Americans in general and to the con
gress of the United States in particular.
Henry Stevens , an American to the
backbone , would have rejoiced to do for
his own country what he did for Eng
land. But England employed him to
do it and America did not , and it is too
late to repair the blunder. No collec
tion of American books equal to that
in the British Museum can ever again
be got together. The time is past ,
Stevens' catalogue of lh ; < 5. completed
in 1857. is a volume of GOO bvo pages
and includes 20,000 volumes. When
he began collecting for the museum , in
18-15 , the whole number did nol exceed
4.000. The other 1G.OOO arc due to
him. One of his reasons for printing
the catalogue was to show , side by side ,
as he says , both the richness ami the
poverty of the collection. He effected
his object , and between 1857 and 18G2
the number doubled. That is to say ,
in 1862 the American department ! n
the British museum possessed 40,000
volumes ; counting only books printed
in America , and not counting books ,
maps , etc. , in all languages relating to
America , in which the museum is very
rich , nor counting American books re
printed in this country.
And I suppose for much of what we
actually have in Amer ca concerning
our own country we have to thank
Henry Stevons. He was the agent of
many American collectors , often with
authority to buy on his own judgment.
His best known general client was per
haps Mr. James Lenex , whose library ,
now one of the chief treasures and or
naments of New York , v as" formed by
Henry Stevens. No man knew so much
about early editions of the bible ; no one
perhaps so much about early voyages
and travels. Tlic c , with the Ameri
cana , were fhe subjects to which Ste
vens devoted himself , and on which he
will ever remain an authority. Caxton
was another topic which interested him ,
and he did much for the Caxton exhibi
tion at South Kensington in 1877 , cata
loguing the bibles then shown. He had
a wide and always an exact knowledge ,
not merely of books , but of subjects.
Some of this he has put into print or
read before literary societies , but the
mass of it dies with him. He is a real
loss to letters , as well as to bibliog
raphy. The English papers abound in
sulogies on him. I hope the American
papers do as much , for he was a man
svho held high abroad the American
name. "Esteemed , " says TJie Times.
"for his knowledge , ability , and shrewd
common sense , he was even more be-
oveel for his frank manliness , his kindly
mature , and rich , genial humor. " The
: ribute is not too strong.
Just So.
She was putting the child to sleep the
> ther night when her husband exclaim-
jd :
"You are the meanest woman I know
) f. "
"Why , what do you mean ? " she re-
)15ed in astonishment.
"I mean , " he answered with a mean-
ng glance , "that yon have just boy-
iotted the baby. " Boston Budget.
A Cruuhil Test.
Woman is by nature so erratic an
inconsistent a creature that it docsn1
do to bet on her even most marke
characteristics. For illustration : Th
other day old Mr. Pungleup , of No
Hill , was commenting on the railroa
velocity with which young ladies jal
ber to each other when they meet , witli
out either in the least understanding
or replying to what the other saj's.
"It's just a mean falsehood gotten ii ]
by you good-for-nothing men ! " said th
youngest Pungleup girl , indignantly.
"All right , " said her father , benig
nantly ; "we'll try an experiment ,
see your friend Miss Gluckerson , com
ing up the street. Now , I'll wager tha
new walking suit you want so much
that you can say 'Roast turkey am
cranberry-sauce' in. response to tin
half-dozen remarks she makes withou
her noticing the fact. "
"I never heard anything so perfectly
absurd , " replied MissP ; "however
1 might as well have that suit it's jus
too lovely for anything so I'll just de
it to teach you a lesson. "
"Mind , now , " said her father , as tlu
front door-bell rang , "fair play. Yov
mustn't change your expression in tlu
least , and you must repeat the sentence
in your usual voice and manner thai
is tc say , in a single breath all run to
gether as it were. "
Just then Miss Gluckerson was shown
into the parlor , and through the library
door old Mr. P heard Miss G
exclaim , without even the smallest
comma in the whoje remark :
"O ! you lazy thing been here a perfect
age elon't look at this hat perfect fright
going to have flowers set back and bow
changed why werrn'tyou at the matinee
Harry was there. "
' Roast turkey and cranberry sauce , "
rapidly inserted Miss P , accom
panying the words with that peculiar
preliminary ami conclueling gurgle
ivith which all women , for some oc
cult reason , invariably adorn their con
versation when desirous of being agree-
ible.
"Going to Mrs. Blatlger's party ? "
jontinued Miss Gluckerson. with "the
serene rattle of a , brook over the peb-
jles. "Molly Smith is going they tell
ne she paints pa's promised me a'phaj-
: on in the spring saw that hateful Mrs.
jrrubery on the street buff over-skirt
mel green niching just fancy. "
"Roast turkey and cranberry "
"O. George" Skidmore's "mother's
lead Ouch ! got a llee in my sleeve little
) cast just eating me up alive bury her
icxt Sunday did " von get that edging at
Simp's ? "
"Roast turkey and cran "
"The girls at Clark's are going to
graduate next Thursday Jennie Giggles
s going to bo square cut with inside
llusion and white kid boots can't you
: ome around for dinner to-morrow and
tay all "
"Roast turkey and "
"
"Night and "show Milly your new
lasque ? That man with a light over-
oat stared at me yesterday Jim O'Neill
'
s going east this candv'is frightfully
tale. "
Roost turkey "
"Ma thinks Mrs. Brown ain't proper
hose ferns are just too lovely look at
liese cuffs clean this morning are mv
rimps coming out yours ain't Lillfe
kippen says you met Charlie Boggs
lie other night and said something
ice about me tell me quick ! "
"Roast turk * '
"Why how perfectly absurd you arc ,
linda , " interrupted life visitor , angrily.
You elon't listen to a word I bay ; I
ras asking about Charlie Boggs , not
r > ast turkey. George Shelley thinks
ou are awful nice. Nov.tell me what
e did say. Good gracious ! what are
ou hugging me for ? "
"And. Tilda , thoughtfully remarked
[ iss Pungle.ip , allr the matter had
een explained , and her father admit-
: el that he had lost by a scratch , "I be-
cve in my heart that if you hadn't
lought about Charlie just then ]
louldu't have had any new suit this
inter. "
All of which goes to show that there
at least one subject upon which one
lay hope to secure the temporary at-
sntion e > f the inscrutable female mind.
-San Francisco Post.
Come to Time , Young ilan.
Xcvcr wedding , ever wooing ,
Still a love-lorn heart pursuing ,
Read you not the wrons ; you're doing ,
In my cheek's pale line ?
All my life with sorrow strewing ;
Wed or cease to woo.
CampbdL
The Lost City of Norembega.
I recently visited the spot which Prof
orsford , of Cambridge , has recentlj
scovered to have been the site of tht
st French city of Norembega. This
st city has always been supposed to
ive been situated on the Penobscot , in
aine , until these recent discoveries.
: of. Hereford declares it to have been
the town of Weston , in this state ,
is just over the Waltham line , is a
sninsula , bounded on one side by Stony
ook , a stream about fifteen feet wide ,
id Charles river. All that remains to
ark the site of Norembega are the
enches , which probably were just out-
le the stockade. These trenches ,
iwever , are clearly defined , anet con-
it of one which follows the bounds ol
e peninsula and a shorter one which
tends about the little hill on which
e inclosure was probably situated
ic trenches are three or four feet deep
id five or six feet wide. The outer one
walled with stone. An evidence that
ese trenches are cf a very old con-
ruction is seen in the trees which have
own up in them , displacing the stones ,
icsc trees are oak , which you know
e of very slow growth , anel are some
them over two feet in diameter.
> slon Traveller.
Well Applied.
Wife "What is a chestnut , my
ar ? "
Husband "A chestnut , love , is a
> rv that has been told over and over
afn. Why ? "
\Vife "Nothing. Only it's funny
it you should bring a "chestnut with
u every time you come home late at
rht. " LcweU Citizen.
BIG PAY FOR AUTHORS.
Gen. GrfljHt Pnlil at the Unto of § " . O
aljlnofor His Memoirs.
A Briiish periodical has announceel
that thev editor of a high-class journal-
for boyj ; in America offered Mr. Glael-
stone.500 for an article of fifteen
thousand worels , this being at the rate
of abchf ; $4 per line , and that Mr. Glad"J ±
stoncfhad declined the offer. Many
rs in this city , when shown the
, said that they were not at all
ed that Mr. Glaelstone should ' \ '
used to write for such a sum.
g as he elocs the high position
minister in Englanel , the price
enicel to be ridiculously low.
iitage of Mr. Gladstone's name
butor to the journal woulel
k
worth the money offered
! id not write a line. Some
ishers said that , looking
last , it is really surprising
_ large amounts of money Jl
have been paid to writers for desirable - *
articles. Harper's Magazine anel The
Nineteenth Century have often paiel
more than $10 per line for suitable
writings by popular authors. It is not
an unusual thing to pay $100 for a son
net of only fourteen lines , a price nearly
double that per line offereel to the chief
state officer of the British crown. More
than $8 per line has been paid by the
owners of magazines for serial stories
running a period of perhaps an entires
year , if founel readable , or possessing
merit , or written by a person whose
name would give it popularity. Espe
cially is this the case in the matter of
books written for a special object or
connecteel with the history of the coun
try. An instance may be cited in refer
ence to the recent work published as
Gen. Grant's Memoirs. This embraces
two volumes , and has also , even at this
early stage of the publication , given to
the general's widow a sum equalto , if it
docs not exceed20 per line , anel may
net her a much larger amount. Miss
Cleveland's book is also spoken of as
one which will realize to her a propor
tionate amount of money as royalties
far exceeding that offered Mr. Gladstone
for the article alluded to in the news
paper extract. During the early days
of The New York Ledger Mr. Robert
Bonner was noted for giving large sums
of money to authors whose liames were
considered of more value than the
amount of printed matter which was
the result of their pens. Many of the
writers to whom he paiel what might
appear to be almost fabulous sums ,
were then not so well known by name
as Mr. Gladstone is to-day ; but they
were prominent enough for Mr. Bonner
to elesire that they siioulel be recognizeel
as contributors to his periodical. On
one accasiou he paiel to Mr. Tennyson ,
now poet laureate' of Englanel , the large
sum of § J,000 for a poem which only
made twenty lines in that paper. This
was at the ra'te of $2-50 a line a price
that woulet almost seem to be beyond
the yalue of any written proeltiction.
Gulvcston Jtfews.
Fortune's Joys.
Alas ! the joys that fortune brings
Are trifling , and decay.
And those who prize trilling things
More trifling still than they.Goldsmith.
Goldsmith.
Bill Nye ou Somnambulism.
A recent article in the London Post ,
an the subject of Somnambulism , calls J-
Lo my mind a little incident with som
nambulistic tenelencies in my own exv
pcrience.
On the banks of Bitter Creek , some
( ears ago , lived an open mouthed man
ivho hael risen from aflluence by his un-
iieled effort , until he was entirely free
"roru any encumbrance in the way of
n-operty. His mind dwelt on this mat
er a great deal during the day.
thoughts of manual labor flitted
hrough his mind , but were cast aside
is impracticable. Then other means of
icquiring property suggested them
selves. These thoughts were photo-
jraphcd on the delicate negative of the
n-ain. where it is a rule to preserve all
icgatives. At night these thoughts
vere reserved within the think-resort ,
f I may be allowed that term , and
nuscular action resulted. Yielding at
ast to the great desire for possessions
md property , the somnambulist groped
lis way to the corral of a total strang-
: r , and selecting a choice mule with
jreat , dewy eyes and real camel's-hair
ail , helled. On anel on he pressed , to-
varels the dark , uncertain West , till at f
ast rosy morn clomb the low , outlyin
lills and gilded the gray outlines of the
agebrush. The coyote slunk back to
lis home , but the somnambulist did not.
He awoke as day dawned , and when
ic found himself astride the mule of an-
ither , a slight shueleler passed the en-
ire length of his frame. He then fully
ealized that he had made his debut as
. somnambulist. He seemed to think
hat he who starts out to be a somnam-
ulist should never turn back. So he
ircssed on , while the red sun stepped
ut into the auful quiet of the dusty
/ aste anel gradually moved up into the
ky , and slowly added another day to $
lose already filed away in the d'ark
law of ages. >
* * * * * *
Night came again at last , and with
: other somnambulists similar to the
rst , only that they were ridinoon
leir own beasis. Some somnambu- /
sts ride their own animals , while oth- <
rs are content to bestride the steeds oJ
xangers.
The man on the anonymous mul&
alted at the mouth of a deep canon ,
Le did so at the request of other som-
ambuhsts. Mechanically he0t down
om the back of the mule and stood /
nder a stunted pine. '
After awhile he began to ascend the . .
ee by means of his neck. When he y '
ad reached the lower branch of the
ee , he made a few gestures with hi =
ict by a lateral movement of the le"s
e made several ineffectual efforts ° tc
ick some pieces out of the horizon ,
id then , after he had gently oscillated
few times , he assumed a pendant and
irpenelicular position at right ano-les
ith the limb of the tree. °
The other somnambulists then took
ie mule safely back to his corral , and
ie trasjeely of a night was over. *
