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Tim: llr tntrnod low, tho day wn nearly nndod,
And I wassnd at hoait iiml nil alone;
My thought with pain and sorrow ho wore
ltl(Mi(k'(l,
I Ittnicil Itnn.itli'tit with nlu'.trt-wrunirirrnnn
To thi' wlilf window, hore, through hiiiuII
soil tain,
A sweet thrush raised Its lovely liquid atruln.
So inn I, said 1. vulnlv over trying
To sliiv my songs through rain t lint always
lllIK
Throiitfh nlKht wind bleak that novor stay
their BltfliliiK.
Throuith such a strllo that all my soul ap
palls; There is no room for me; why should I try
To slnif at all, when surely 1 must illoV
Tho bird sauir on, and through his stream of
singing
1 scorned to hour him It'll or Hutnmor-tlmo;
The Summer that pi.lf Hprlng Is surely bring-
JlifT
To lili-ffl ni with IH ro-ty perfumed clime,
And so I did foigot my iircont woo
In thinking that this cold giay time will go.
The bird was silent, and no moro forever
t'otild I distinguish him from all the rest;
Such birds tiro all alike: how could I sever
This one wild solictor with thu speckled
breast
from that vast trlbo whoo songs are sung at
eve
When daylight dloj, and mourners sadly
grieve'
What did it matter? 'tis the ong that lingers
Hid in the plaeo thu; memory claims as his.
And notio may tell when lime's cold withered
llngois
May npu the shrine whore that song surely Is.
The singer dies, but leaves behind the song,
Thu only tiling that to him doth belong
And so, oh, heart! when thou art sad and tired,
Still slug thy song. I'ereli.uieo when thou
art dead
One little word of hope, ono thought Inspired,
May still live on. e'en though thyself art tied.
And if all dies, yet hast thou douo thy best,
And so bat earned an everlasting rest.
IU the l'ear kouwI.
lYom Chamber' Journal.!
TUB CilEAOLKWOODS' MONEY.
(TIAl'TKU I.
Is London town sonic yoars ago there
lived, in a narrow street in liolborn,
two brothers of 'tho name of Choadlo
wood. Tlio housu in which thoy lived,
.a tall, ugly building, more than a cen
tury old, was at onco their homo and
their place of business. Though tho
brothers were both solicitors, they were
not iu partnership. Thoir names might
be seen painted at tho side of tho door
"Barnabas Cheadlewood, Solicitor"
"Jonathan Cheadlewood. Solicitor."
There were advantages to bo gained by
separate practice,-ill tho sJiapo of in
creased charges U " is proceed
ings, which tin too mer
cenary to' rol' Choadlo
woods were w lir profes
sion, and x be sharp
practitiohei highest
degree met. The ex
terior of tht. well. accord
ed with s.ucli a, act or. Dingy
with smoke :lml dirt, and dilapidated
with age, it sadly needed tho hand of
the repairer. The last remnant of
paint had long disappeared from door
and window-frames; tho doorstop was
sunken and cracked, and the iron rail
ings which separated the house from
the pavement wore. red with rust. JJut
Barnabas and .Jonathan Cheadlewood
were not tho men to care about appear
ances. As long as tho house held to
gether, and they had a roof above their
ncuds, they Were content. They had
no notions of home-coiufort; they know
nothing of home-joy; thoir ono aim in
life was to accumulate inonoy; and for
tho gold, which could never warm their
hearts or gladden thoir spirits, they
toiled and moiled with pitiable earnest
ness, hugging their treasure tho closer
as -gray hairs and failing powers warned
them that a day would como when they
must part with it.
One gloomy Novombor evening, when
a heavy rain was beating against the
window-panes, and tho wind liowled in
tho chimnoy, the two brothers were sit
ting together in thoir private room be
hind the office There was nothing
cosy or home-like in this small back
room. Though tho night was cold, it
was a tiny liro which burned in the
grate; and tho light of tho solitary
candle, which stood in a brass candle
stick on a table scattered with papers,
did not give tho room a cheerful ap
pearance. Seated at this table, turning
ovor some yellow deeds, and occasion
ally jotting down a few particulars in a
note-book which lay to hand, was tho
younger brother. .Jonathan Cheadle
wood. He was a man nearer sixty than
iifty years of ago, with a short
square figure, and high shoulders,
iil)on winch his large head appoarod to
rest, for he had scarce any nock. His
countenance was unprepossessing.
Great cunning lurked in tho small sunk
en eyes, and was further expressed by
tho long, sharp noso ami tho lipless
mouth, so significant of craft and cu
pidity. The meaning of the face was
clear enough at this moment, as he
bent ovor the papers, giving full play
to his cupidity and keenness of re
search. But not always was his look
so open. At times ho would endoavor
to force his features to express other
qualities than thoso natural to him.
Ho would try to assume an appoaranco
of extreme candor and honesty of pur
pose hoping to botray his client into
unlimited confidence in his probity. If
necessary, ho would contort his faco into
a smile, as swoot a smile as that mouth
could givo, but ono which had rather
a different effect upon -the beholdor
from that which ho desired to produce.
An expression of grief and pain, a look
of incredulity, or alarm, or surprise or
anxiety, were equally at his command,
and wero called into play as occasion
required.
Barnabas Chcadlowood's domoanor
was of another ordor. The expression
of his faco mav best bo described by
calling it a veiled expression. Ills
countenance was invariably gravo and
calm, almost mournfully so. Tho oyes
looked at you with a direct, inscrutable
gaze, as if defying you to Iiml anything
loproaohablo iu Ins character." The
thin, gray locks, tho closely-trimmed
whiskers, tho firnily-eloso'd mouth,
tho square chin, all suggested a most
cautious temperament; and wlion
ho spoke, his deliberate utterance and
measured words continued this impres
sion. Kvcrything about the man pro
claimed his respectability. Thcro was
less of the miser in his appearance than
iu that of his brother. His carefully
worn garments, old-fashioned though
thoy could were, scarcely bo called
shabby; and his stiff black stock and
stand-up collar had a severely correct
look.
Barnaban was older than his brother
by live yens. There was another
brothor who came between them; but
in early lifoho had sailed for America,
and had noror returned to his native
land. Silas Cheadlewood could not
boast the business talents on which his
brothers prided themselves, and ho had
not prospered in tho world. Whilst his
fortune was yet to seek, ho had lowered
himself in his brothers' oyes by a fool
ish marriage with a pretty Irish girl as
poor as himself, whom ho had mot with
in his wanderings iu search of avoca
tion. When pecuniary embarrassment
ensued, ho applied to his brothers for
assistance; but their fraternal generosity
expended itself m censure and advice.
Ho was reminded that ho had quitted
England contrary to their wishes, that
every step ho had taken had boon im
prudent in tho extreme, and that as his
troubles were Uie outcoino of his own
folly, it was but just that he should Hud
a way out of them by his own unaided
exertions.
Sinco his appeal for help had been
thus refused, tho Cheadluwoods had
hoard no moro of their unfortunate
brother. Thoy were wont to shako
their heads and turn up thoir oyes when
they mentioned "poor Silas." Bachel
ors themselves, and far too cold-blooded
to conceive of tho throbbings of a
lover's heart, they could not under
stand tho infatuation for a pretty face,
which had been " the ruin of Silas." Mr.
Jonathan, indeed, had once contemplat
ed matrimony; but tho object of his
suit had beon a buxom widow, tho at
tractions of whoso fortuno far exceeded
thoso of her person. Tho wooing sped
well, and the wedding-day was lixed,
when a dispute over tho marriage set
tlements brought tho courtship to a
sudden termination. Jonathan has dis
covered that the lady's fortuno was not
quite so largo as ho had beon led to
suppose; and tho widow had found
that her lover was inclined to be a lit
tlo too grasping. Jonathan did not
again think of matrimony. There was
no timo for such thoughts in tho hard
working lives they bed. They kept but
ono olerk, an honest, industrious young
man, who had now been with them for
several years, and whose work they
found so valuable that, in order to ro
tain him in thoir employ, they had
raised him to tho position of an articled
clerk without demanding a premium.
Barnabas Cheadlewood had talked Rob
ert Ware into tho belief that this was
an act of unparalleled generosity; but
in truth it was entirely prompted by
self-interest.
At the hour of day on which our
story commences tho ollico was closed
and Robert Ware had gone home. Bar
nabas Cheadlewood was resting in an
old, well-worn, high-backed chair,
which stood by tho liroplaco. Ho was
thoroughly tired with tho labors of tho
day, and his expression was more lugu
brious than usual. There was some
thing almost wistful in his gnzo as he
watched his brother's movements
with tho papers. Presently, Jonathan
mado a last entry in his note-book;
then pushing asido tho papers with
a look of relief, ho camo and stood
near tho lire, stretching out his long,
claw-like lingers to tho feeble blaze.
"Thcro; that is dono at last," ho
said, in a tone of satisfaction. "1
have gono carefully through all tho
ovidence, and 1 find that "wo have a
splendid case for tho plaintiff. It will
bo our own fault, Marimbas, if wo
don't clear a hundred potiwls by this
action."
Barnabas did not reply, ho only
looked at his brother and sighed. Ho
had sighed many times in the courso of
that evening, and Jonathan had not
boon so absorbed in his work as not to
notico this fact.
" What is making you sigh so. to
night?" ho asked, sharply. "Surely
you cannot regret tho courso wo have
taken in tho Wortley case? Dopend
upon it, tho issue will prove that wo
have calculated wisely. I have not a
doubt of tho result."
"Nor have I," replied his brother,
quietly. " It was not of the Wortley
cased was thinking."
"Then what is it you havo upon vour
mind, which troubles you?" persisted
Jonathan.
"Oh. nothing of any importance,"
returned Barnabas. "I was only think
ing of poor Silas."
A frown camo I o his brother's foro
head at the sound of this name. " Silas
was a fool," ho said, shortly.
"Undoubtedly, his conduct was ill
advised," said Barnabas, slowly; "but
there aro many foolish persons in tho
world. You and I havo not practiced
tho law all thoso yearn without learning
that. And yet it has occurred to mo
to-night that even wo, in spito of our
experience, have shown a strange want
of wisdom in ono particular."
"What is that?" asked .Jonathan,
anxiously.
" How often havo wo urged upon our
clionts tho importance of not delaying
to make thoir wills how often havo wo
said that it was a man's imperativo
duty, whilst yet in health and strength,
to make arrangomont for tho wiso dis
tribution of his property in tho event of
his demiso; and yet you and 1, Jona
than, though we are fast becoming old
men, havo neither of us yet made a
will."
Jonathan's faco foil as his brothor
spoko. "Speak for joursolf, Barna
bas." ho said. " 1 do not feel old vet."
"But you are past middle ago,' ro
turned his brother; "and wo never
know what may happen. In tho midst
of life wo aro in death,' as tho Bible
says."
Now, it was bo unusual a thing for
Mr. Cheadlewood to quote Scripture,
or what ho supposod to bo Scripture
words, that his brother felt alarmed.
" Is anything the matter with you to
night, Barnabas P" ho inquired. "Don't
you feel well?"
"I'm much as usual," replied Marim
bas. "1 believe I havo taken cold; but
there's nothing olso ails me. However,
I mean to see about making my will with
out loss of time."
"Have you decided how you will
dispose of your property?" asked Jon
athan. "Not exactly," was tho reply. "It
is a largo sum, Jonathan the earnings
of many years; it will need considera
tion. Of courso I should bequeath you
tho bulk of tho property m case you
survived mo; but there is theothoreon
tingonov to bo provided for. There is
! Silas. Silas must bo thought of."
Jonathan looked uneasy.
" It is many years since wo heard
anything from Silas," said Jonathan,
coldly; "ho may bo dead, for aught we
know."
"True, true," replied his brothor,
with a mournful shako of tho head;
"but he was married, and lio may havo
left children; and if so, those children
aro our next of kin."
" But you would not leave your mon
ey to bo squandered by thoso children,"
urged Jonathan, " tho offspring ot a
reckless marriage! They are sure to
havo inherited tho improvident habits
of their Irish mother."
Barnabas sighed. " M.it what is ono
to do?" ho said. "This making a will
is tho most painful duty which tho pos
session of money involves. It is hard
to think of one s own property, that
ono has accumulated with such toil and
caro, passing into tho hands of some
simpleton who will not know how to
keep it."
" It is hard," said Jonathan; and ho
sighed, too.
At this moment a doublo raj) sound
ed on tho lront door. Tho slipshod feet
of old Mrs. Rasper, tho solo servant tho
brothers could boast, were heard shuf
fling along tho passage on her way to
answei tho summons. A minute later,
sho tapped at tho door of tho room in
which they sat and handed Jn a letter,
which Jonathan took, and with a curi
ous glance, passed to his brother, to
whom it was addressed.
Barnabas looked at tho letter oro ho
opened it. Tho envelope had a broad,
black border; and tho address was
written in a clear, flowing hand, at onco
feminine and legible. With an imper
turbable faco, Barnabas broke tho seal
and unfolded tho letter. But his look
changed as he read tho opening words.
He glanced again at tho onvolope, to bo
sure ho had made no mistake. No; it
was certainly his own name written so
plainly there; and he turnud again to
tho letter. It was dated from Now
York, ami ran as follows:
"I)i:au I'nci.k I feature to address you
thus, although you have never seen me. ami 1
havo reason to believe that you do not even
know of ,jiy existence. I urn your niece,
Margery Cheadlo wood, the only child of your
brother Silas, who died horuthu writing was
less llrm, and a stain as of a tear showed on
the white paper a week wro, and was hurled
yesterday. My father sp ke of you and your
brothor Jonathan ore ho passed away. Ilo
said you hnd been very hard on him: but ho
forgavo you: and he begged that I would
write and inform you of his death. My lather
was always poor; but of Into lie saved n little
money; ami ho desired mo with that money to
pay my passago to Ihudaud; for us 1 am now
idone In tho world my mother tiled when I
was u baby ho wNhod me to place myself un
der your protection. I have already mado ar
rangements for carrying nut his wishes. A
vessel sails to-morrow lor Ktiglaud, and will
convoy this letter; another, which will convoy
me, vails lit a day or two; and a friend who In
tends traveling by it hiis secured a berth for
mo, and will tako me under his care during
tho voyage. It gives me great pain thus to
hurry away from tho place where I lived with
my lather; but 1 suppose It Is host I should do
so. I trust my coming will not cause you any
Incouveuleueo. You may expect to co mo
about the 7lli of next itmuth. Jlellcvu me,
dear uncle, your dutiful nli ee,
"M .vuoi:itv Ciii:aii.hwooi."
"Well, I am sure!" ejaculated Barna
bas Cheadlewood, as he finished reading
this letter "well, Innwiro! Who could
have expected such a thing as this!"
Jonathan took the letter from his
brother's hanti and hastily read it. His
look of surprise gave place to an ex
pression of annovanoo as ho took in its
contents. "Just like Silas to send us'a
girl!" he exclaimed, impatiently. "What
can wo do with her here, I should like
to know? If it had been a boy, wo
might havo mado him of use; but a girl,
with her foolish extravagant notions
and lovo of linory! But she will havo
to support horself; we can't bo expect
ed to provide for hor.M
Barnabas did not reply. Ilo was
touched by tho intelligence of his broth
er's death. " Poor Silas! So ho thought
us hard upon him. But wo only did
our duty by him -wo only dill our
duty"
Ho was interrupted by an exclamation
from Jonathan. "Why, look here,
Barnabas!" ho cried, "This letter was
written in October; and tho girl says
wo may expect her about tho 'J7th of
next month. To-day is tho 27th of No
vember. Tho letter must havo been
somehow dolaved. Sho may arrive at
any moment."
"Dear, dear, will sho bo hero so
soon?" returned his brothor, losing for
onco his calm demeanor.
" How very awkward it is! Well, I
supposo wo must take her in for tho
present. Mrs. Rasper had bettor make
her up a bod In ono of tho empty rooms
up-stairs. But it's very Inconvenient
very. I wonder how old tho girl is?"
" It is moro than twenty years since
Silas married," said Jonathan, prompt
ly; "so tho girl must bo grown up."
"Then it is to bo hoped she will bo
able to do something lor herself," re
turned Barnabas, drawing ono of Ills
deep sighs as ho realized tho now re
sponsibility which had boon thrown on
him. "Jonathan, it is strange this
letter should havo como just as 1 was
talking of making my will. This girl
should bo our heiress.
"That does not follow," was 'his
brother's quick reply. . "You aro in no
way bound to leave her your money if
you do not think her worthy of being
intrusted with it."
"Well, well, said Barnabas, slowly,
"it is of no use talking about it. Wo
must wait and see what sort of girl sho
is. 1 shall do nothing hastily, you may
be sure of that."
CIlAl'Tint n.
On tho following morning Robort
Ware, tho Cheadlowoods1 confidential
clerk, was sitting alone in tho ollico.
Tho brothers wero both from homo.
Jonathan had gone to the Docks to
make inquiries respecting vessels trom
Now York, and business had taken
Barnabas to ono of tho law-courts. Tho
clerk was very busy this morning. Ho
had a rare talent for work, and tho
Cheadlowoods know how to profit by
his uu Hugging industry. Robort Ware
was a young man who had risen iu life
through his own inherent energy and
ability. Tho sou of a Lancashire oper
ative, ho had inherited from his mother
a sickly meditative woman a passion
for books; and from his father, the
plodding perseverance which Insures
success. In spito of many hindrances,
Robert had managed to get an educa
tion, and at tho ago of twenty had como
up to London, a sharp, steady youth,
with a light purse, but a well-stored
mind, and an honest determination to
do well in tho world. Chance had
brought him into contact with the
Cheadlowoods, and the keen insight of
Jonathan had detected tho young man's
good business abilities, and had resolved
to profit by them. He was engaged as
a clerk with a small salary'to commence
with, which was gradually raised as tho
brother saw moro and moro clearly tho
desirability of retaining his services.
For some yoars Robort was satisfied
with his position, and happy in devot
ing his leisure hours to study; but after
a while ho bogan to look forward into
tho future, anil then there awoke a long
ing to win some higher status than that
of a moro clerk. At length ho inti
mated to his employers his wish to bet
tor his position. It was then that tlioy
offerod to givo him his "articles," an
offer which ho gratefully accepted.
Robert was a good-natured fellow; ho
was awaro of tho meanness and avarico
of the Cheadlowoods; but ho did not de
spise them as most men would havo
douo. Ho pitied them for tho misery
thoy inilieted on themselves. At times,
indeed, Mr. Jonathan's actions would
inspire him with contempt; but he did
not suffer this feeling to botray itself in
word or look, nor over complained of
tho amount of work ho was expected to
perform.
As wo have said, Robert Waro was
very busy this morning, and his occu
pation was of so absorbing a nature,
that ho did not notice the stopping of a
vehicle outside tho house, till tho noise
of a hacknoy coachman's knock arrest
ed his attention. Ho took it for grant
ed that this knock announced some im
portunate client, and with a gosturo of
impatience at tho interruption ho moved
to the window and looked out. Ho was
somewhat surprised by what ho saw. A
coach stood .it tho door, from which a
tall dark man with long black hair,
heavy mustaches and tho appoaranco of
a foreigner, was assisting a young lady
to alight. " There must bo somo mis
take, muttered Robert to himself,
looking iiltontly at tho young and pret
ty girl whom her companion was lend
ing to tho door, at which tho house
keeper, Mrs. Rasper, had now appeared;
" tlieso people have como to the wrong
houso."
But, no; this did not appear to be tho
case. There was a few minutes' talk,
in which Mrs. Rasper's harsh, grating
voice was audible above all the rest,
and then the door of tho ollico was
thrown open, and in a tone of more than
usual asperity tho housekeeper an
nounced Miss Cheadlewood.
Robort looked up in astonishment as
ho caught tho name, and there was
something ludicrous in the stare of
amazement with which ho confronted
tho young lady. Sho stopped forward
quickly, and her large bright oyes
seemed to tako iu every object within
view, as with a rapid glance around tho
room, she said, impetuously: " So my
uncles aro from homo, I am told; but
they know I was coming; thoy had mv
letter, 1 supposeP"
Robert was puzzled by this sudden
question. His intercourse with tho
Cheadlowoods was entirely limited to
business matters, and ho know nothing
of their family affairs.
" I do not know; I do not under
stand," he stammered. "Mr. Cheadle
wood will soon bo in, I trust."
to hi: roNTiNuisn
Tho Into Lord William Lonnox is
said to have been tho last survivor of
thoso who witnessed tho exciting scene
at tho Duchess of Richmond's ball at
Brussels. Lord William's father, then
Duke of Richmond, was asked by Well
ington for a map, and took him into an
outer room to show him ono. There tho
great captain, after studying it somo
moments, made a sudden mark with his
thumb-nail, faying: " I shall tight him
thorn!" Tho map, with tho mark, has,
of course, been reverently preserved.
Wlcklo nnd His Wife.
Tho other night old man Wioklo and
Ids wife, while walking along tho street,
going homo from a mite society, en
gaged in a quarrel.
" I'm not goiii" out with you nny
more, Samuel, said Mrs. Wlcklo. "You
aro too old a man to eutup tho way you
did to-night.. Tho idea of an old man
who has the rheumatism so bad that ho
can't put. his socks on mornings, going
to a mite meeting and cavorting and
romping as you have douo to-night. I
say that It is a shame."
"Imay havo rheumatism,1' ropllod
tho old man, "but I haven't got dys
pepsia. I don't growl nnd snap at ev
erybody. You havo been growing
worse tor tho last ton years. If you
didn't havo mo to pick at, I bolfovo
you'd die."
"1 won't walk with a man that acts
like a rhinoceros."
"How does tho rhinoceros act?"
asked the old man, thinking that he
would catch her on natural history.
" Acts like afool, that's how ho acts,"
and Mrs. Wioklo walkotl rapidly away,
leaving tho old man several paces bo
hind. Ho finally caught up, just as a
young man camo walking along.
" You are walking pretty fast," said
the old gentleman.
His wifo didn't say anything.
" It's clouding up," ho remarked;
"must be going to rain."
ano old it
ady'mado no roply, but the
took iu tho situation. " You
' '
young man
old villain!" lie exclaimed, addressing
Mr. Wioklo, "what tlo you mean by at.
tempting to thrust your company on a
lady who doos not want you! It's be
coming too frequent In 'Clovoland for
ladles to bo insulted on tho streets by
loafers. Get. back!" Tho young man
struck at Wioklo. Mrs. Wlcklo clubbed
her umbrella, and, exclaiming, "That's
my husband," struck tho young man an
undignified blow. Tho old man, en
couraged by his wife's striko for tho
union, jumped on tho young man and
held him while tho rattling ribs of tho
umbrella foil on tho youth's head with
a noiso like tho falling of hail stones. ,
" Samuel, nobody can break up our
domestic felicity," said tho wifo, after
th? battle.
"No, sir," answered Samuel. "Whon
n man tries- to destroy tho domestic
happiness of my household, ho catches
my consolidated power of wrath."
Cleveland Leader.
Romances of Arizona Mining.
Six months ago a mlddlo-agod man,
a former resident of Gospol Swamp,
had to borrow money to buy a burro to go
to Santa Catarina Mountains, prospect
ing. Ho sold, tho other day, a mine
for $1!),000, and has hotter mines still
for sale Another former rosidont of
Los Angolos discovered a mine in tho
Dragoon Mountains, and kindly placed
a friend in tho claim. After a while ho
was ollored $7,000 for it, and on find
ing tho other half owner, discovered ho
was in an advanced stago of intoxica
tion. Tho whisky-oyod individual, who
hud not put a dollar in tho claim, con
cluded: "Worth a million, If it's worth
a cent. Won't sell for $75,000. Our
wives will bo dressed in silk down in
Los Angolos." Tho result was tho
parties bought out tho sober partner,
and aro now ongagod iu frcozing out
tiio would-be millionaire Anothor in
stance and I will leave mining matters.
A cortain miner hero owed a merchant
$110, and on coming to pay his note
had only 100. Tho merchant toro up .
the note, remarking " that it was all
right. Put mo on somo claim that you
discover." Tho miner did it, and tho
claim has since been sold for $10,000.
Los A7iycles Herald.
Tho While Alligator.
Writing to tho Now York World from
Ca-Manos-Alto, at tho foot of tho groat
rapid of tho Rio Negro, Brazil, the ex
plorer, Mr. Ernest Morris, says:
"Ovor ono of tho camp fires tho crow
aro roasting with boisterous rcorrimont
a live alligator (Jacare thuja), about
live foot long. When 1 asked why thoy
did not kill tho animal before roasting,
the pilot, who is always tho spokesman
of tlio party, answorod that it would
spoil tho meat. Tho white alligator is
highly relished by both whites and
Indians. It dillers entirely from tho
Jacare ami; or largo alligator, rarely
attaining fivo foot in length, and is dis
tinguished from tho larger species by
its pointed nozzlo, somewhat rounded
tail, white color and its freedom from
tho acatingu (or smoll). Though it is
found throughout tho whole courso of
tho Amazon, it abounds more in clear
watered rivers and crooks. I havo often
found this alligator in streams of tho
high hills, miles away from any rivor
or lake, and havo frequently soon tho
skulls and bones in tho forest. That it
travels far and well on land thcro can
bo no doubt; and tho Indians say that
its eggs aro deposited in tho forests.
Tho flesh resembles veal in appoaranco
anil has a fishy taste"
Tongue-Tips.
Ono very ancient Greek eoromony,
strangely enough, has survived to our
times. It is tho cutting off the tip of u
tongue at tho dinner-table and keeping
it "for luck." Tho origin of this,
which is mentioned in Homer, Sopho
cles and Aristophanes, seems to havo
been tho symbolical offering to tho gods
of tho organ of voice, tho intcrpres lin
gua through which even animals, birds
especially, wero thought to utter sounds
communicating to "tho knowing" (i. c,
to tho impostors, tho priests) tho will
of tho gods. Thcso "tongue-tips,"
which last for many years, and becomo
in timo as hard as a pioco of wood, I
havo known to bo kept In families who
could novor be induced to throw them
away as "rubbish!" Fraser's Magazine,
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