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PATTY' 8 HONG.
Let tho winds quarrel In mld-alr toiruthur;
Lot tho rnlu iIoIiiko tho oountry ittitl town;
Hum In my heart Is the siinnlen weather,
Whether I ho HKy havo a Hinllii or u frown.
What If tho luiiipctt hi iuiror hit uiilllniry
Whnt IT thu dim clouds Iihvo hidden tho
"'a'' . . ... -
What IT tho ruin In u torrent lio fallliw?
Charley has woood mo, and Cliurloy has
won.
What do I euro for the I Unci or daisies,
Whether thoy liurKOon, or whothor thoy
blow? ...
While my heart volc-os In music his praises,
Mttloof blossoms I earoor I know.
Fairer In ho to my oyo thnn tho roses,
llrlKhlor his smllo than tho rays of thoflim:
guluk at his voice my heart's jioital uncloses
Charloy has wooed mo, ninJ Charloy has
won.
Knrth has Krown fairer tho air has grown
sweeter,
Kvor Hlncc ('hurley his passion confessed;
All that ho hiivm Ih In musical meter.
All that ho does Is tho wisest anil best.
Flows to his soul nil my love ami devotion,
As to tho ocean tho swift rivers run;
Jov thrills mv hoait to Its euro with emotion
Cliurloy lint wooed mo, and Charloy tins
TliotmiH Dunn HnglMi.
SIEP-iTHEB! STEP-SOU,
A
Story of Jjovo, Jealousy, Ha
tred, ICevengo ami Heroic
Self-Sacrifice.
By the Author of "Pom Tlmrnr,"
A Itrttiai
0 Lmr." "At Ittcr ' llerndf," "A
Golden Dawn," " Which Loveil
lllm Hull" "A lime in
Tlturns." Ac., ttc.
CHAl'TKIC V.-t'ONTINUKI).
I'lio girl's faco Unshod as liis hands
touched tlio ripples of dark liuir. Ho
jmrtod it ho us to show thu pretty littlo
ours Unit woro liko pink shells. Ho
cortuinlv took inoro time than was ro
quired for tho olllco. Either tho ro.so
was tlio moSt stubborn of rosos or tho
hair tho most tirosomo of hair. Tho
touch of Ids hand was liko a caross,
and tho beautiful hoad droopod with
tlio shy grain) of a child. It scorned to
lior quito unnecessary that ho should
hold tho heavy braids of hor hair in
his hand so long and yet alio was
spoil-bound.
"That is porfoot," ho said at length,
with a deop sigh. "You ought always
to live in Spain and wear rosos, Loam.
You aro matchless!"
Thou a sudden stir noar him recalled
Lady Viola to his mind. Ho loft Learn
with an effort and wont up to hor.
"Now, Lady Viola," he said.
"Aro you suro, Mr. Ross, that you
are quite at liborty, and that you havo
leisure to attend to mo?" sho asked. But
tho sarcasm wan lost on him.
"Yes, quite," ho said. "How beau
tiful Loam looks with that crimson rose
in hor dark hair! Now let mo find
something for you. Ah, I see some lil
ios! Nothing could bo bettor! 1 will
got you some."
Ilo returned in a fow minutes with tho
flowers in his hand.
"These will suit you a ravir. Lady
Viola," ho said. "Tho whito, snowy
loaves will contrast well with tlio gold
of your hair."
Hut hor hoart sank within hor. Ho
had spent sovoral minutos in arranging
tlio rod rosQ in Loam's dark hair; but
ho made no oiler to place tho lilies in
hers. Ho put thorn into hor hands and
fiinilod with a kindly, honest smile into
hor face
"What aro you thinkinrr of. Mr.
RossP" she asked, a fow minutes later,
when Loam stood by her side.
"1 was thinking,1 ho answered, slow
ly, "that as you stood there togothor
you woro each porfcet in your different
ways. I was wondering which an artist
would profor tho dark head with tho
crimson roso, or tlio golden head with
tho lilies; anil 1 could not decide."
"That is a erriblo confession to
make," laughed Loam; "but tho oom
fortof it is, neither of us can bo jeal
ous!" Tho littlo danco as Lady Cumnor
porsistod in calling it was a groat suc
cess. Thoy all enjoyed it very much;
but, long boforo tho evening was ovor,
Lady Viola saw that Ross had given
tho wholo passionato love of his heart
to beautiful Loam Dynovor, although
ho himself hardly know it. Lady Viola
was not ono to boir malice. She was
gonorous enough to admit that it was
no fault of Loam's. Hor faultless
bounty and graco, her dark, bowitching
oyos, and face so full of passion and poo
try, would havo lured away tho heart of
any man. Lady Viola sighed as sho
thought of it all.
" I am only twenty," sho said to hor
solf. "Thoy say that tho women of
our family aro all long-lived. I may
live for forty years longer; but, long as
1 may live, thoro will never again creep
into my life ono gloam of sunlight or
ono hopo of happiness novor again!
Of what use is it that my hair is liko
gold and my 030s liko tho color of a
hoartsoiise, as U1030 men say? Thoy
havo dono no good for mo Tho only
lovo I euro to win "has been won from
mo in ono brief hour, and is givon for
ever!" Sho made hor escapo from tho ball
room; and, leaving hor partner to look
for hor in despair, sho wont to tho bluo
drawing-room. Sho hail u strange do
sire to kneel at tho window and look at
tho silvery more. That would comfort
hor, she loll, and she could say u long
farewell to the spot she loved so well,
and whero sho lrud ouco dreamed hor
life might bo spent. Thoro was no
traco of resentment in hor heart, no
ungnr, but sumo littlo wonder Unit Ross
had been so easily won, and that hor
beauty had boon loss than nothing to
him.
Tho bluo drawing-room was not
lighted; it was not near tho sulto of ro-coption-rooms
that were used for tho
danco. Tho moon poured in a Hood of
silvery light which gavo to overything
a weird, ghastly oiled. Jt did not
daunt Lady Viola; sho liked tlio thought
of being afono in tho moonlight, whero
she could do battlo with hor feelings.
She sat down by tho groat window, her
hair liko a crown with tho snowy lilios
in its golden depths, her fair sweet faco
with its radiance dimmed, and toars
trembling on her eyelashes. So sho oat
watching tho more, and thinking how
man happy hours sho had spenton tho
water hours that could novor como
again.
It was all ovor now, tho swcot dream
of her life. Sho would go nwuy from
Larchlou More on tho morrow, sho said
to herself, and slio would novor return
until Ros3 was married and her dream
ended. Tlio palo, sweet faco was bent
ovor tho white, jowolod hands, and hot
tears rained through tho slender lingers;
it was the familiar burden of tho old
song "Oh, lovo, my love, had you but
loved mo!" -it was tho old story of tho
lovo of a woman's hoart given lavishly,
but in vain.
As sho sat thoro u shadow was cast by
tho moonlight, the breath of odorous
roses camo to hor, and a kindly hand
was laid on hor bowed head.'
" Lady Viola," said Ross, " what aro
you doing hero all alono and in tho
'darkness': Let mo ring for lights."
"Oh, no, pray do not!" alio cried.
Slio was torrifiod lest, finding the traces
of toars on her faco, ho should wnnt to
know why thoy woro thoro.
" I havo been looking for you," ho
said. "I noticed half an hour ago that,
altliouirh the lilios in your hair woro
living and fair, those you carried in
yournands were dead.""
Yes, they woro (load, sho thought;
and thoy woro not the only sweot, bright
things that had died since night fell
ovor land and soa Ross went on:
"Since I saw that, I havo been look
ing for you, Lady Viola. I wont to the
gardener and bogged these fow red
rosos. I havo givon somo to Loam
seo how sweet thoy aro!"
Sho buried hor faco, still wot with
toars, in tho loaves of tlio swoot roses.
Ross continued:
"Porkins was quito unwilling to givo
thorn to mo. I had to say thoy woro for
you."
" It was very good of him," sho said,
without laising hor head.
"Lady Viola, toll mo why you aro
horo. Aro you tirod? I cannot under
stand the bollo of tho ball Hying from
the homage of her admirers to solitude
and. sotni-darknoss. I must bo mis
taken; but I could imagine thoro woro
tears in your voice. Aro you in trouble
about anything, ViolaP"
"No," sho replied " not exactly in
1 rouble; but I am sorry to leavo Larch-
ton More, xou aro all so Kind to mo
horo. I feel so much at home, and so
happy."
" Wo shall all bo sorry to loso you,
Viola," ho said.
Then from tho distant dancing-room
came tho swoot sad notes of 4Mo
few." A shudder camo ovor her as
sho hoard it. What had lifo boon to
her but a dream sweot and sad as tho
music, and just as soon over?
"I will say good-by to him now,"
slio thought. "If my heart has to die,
lot it dio to-night why should it livo
on? 1 will go away to-morrow, and I
will not see liini again."
Sho loved him so well that, but for
tho prido of her maidenhood, slio could
havo told him all about it, and why tho
tears woro on her rice.
"i am sorry to Know that you aro
sad, Viola," said Ross; "but you will
como back again soon. Wo must ask
Mrs. Pitt to como in tlio spring."
" Novor again," thought Lady Viola
" never again, to suffer what I have
suffered;" then, aloud, "No; that is
what makes 1110 sad. I do not see how
1 can return. I shall not bo surprised
if wo go abroad in tho spring, and you
you will have plans of your own,
Ross."
" Ldo not know, Viola."
"Ah, yes, you will!" and from tho
pain and pathos in her voice ho might
have guessed what was wrong. "You
will Iind this year bring many changes,
Mr. Ross nothing will oyer bo tho
sumo again."
Her heart grow heavy as sho thought
01 1.0:1111 uynovor; wiulo tlirougli His
passed a thrill of delight. Who, in
deed, could say what this year would
bring tlio happy now year that had
not long dawned?
"I do not know," sho continuod,
"when I shall seo Laivhton More again,
and I am sad at leaving it."
" So am I sorry that von aro goiii",11
ho replied; and again tho beautiful
music of " Mun Here" camo to them.
"You will tako with you all our
thoughts and all'ection,1'' ho uddod.
" Even Lady Cumnor loves yob, Violu."
"Yes, 1 go," she said, sadly; "and I
loavo happy Loam behind."
Still the meaninir of her words did
not occur to Ross; that sho should call
Loam happy because ho loved hor
novor struck him.
" How I shall romombor this night!"
said Lady Viola. "Tho whito moon
light on tho moro, tlio silvery light and
tho shadows in this room, tho odor of
rosos, and tho music of "Man Itcvc."
No matter whero 1 go, I shall tako tho
memory of it with 1110.
"'I shall novor njruln bo friends with roses:
1 shall loir ho sweet tunes when a noto
imiwii Htronir
Holents and recoils and climbs and closes.
As n wavo ot tho sea turned back with
soiur.
1 shall hato sweet musio my wholo llfo
lontr.' "
Sho said tho words rathor to hersolf
than to him. Ho heard thorn, and be
lieved that her sadness was nil owing
to hor dislike to leavo tho mere. How
should ho comfort hor? What could
ho say P If ho had known tho passion
ato lovo roprosscd, tho deop despair
boaton back, his heart would have boon
stirred.
Sho must say somothing of Loam;
sho must mention hor name; sho must
know if her ideas woro right or wrong;
she must know whothor sho was giving
up too soon.
"Will Loam bo horo always P" sho
asked, gently.
"1 suppose ho," ho replied. "She
will if it depends on mo. lint I havo
not much authority now; havo I,
Viola P "
" You scorn very much attached to
hor," she said; and then she sliudderod.
Sho had dono tho deed now. She had
thrown down tlio gauntlet, and hor lifo
hung on his next words. Hor faco had
grown paler, and tho red roses trembled
in hor hands.
Ilo was in no hurry to speak; but it
was not from want of words. At last
ho said:
"Violu, no mun can sot to music tho
whisper of tho wind in tlio trees, tho
murmur of tho waves, tho breath of tlio
summer wind over tho light grass; yot
that would bo easier than for mo to toll
you what I think of Learn."
Then in silence sho laid down tho
hope of hor lifo at his feet; in silence
sho bado farowoll to the light which had
brightened and sweetened hor exist
ence. A voiceless pruyer roso from hor
heart to Heaven; and then sho drow
nearer to him.
"I undorstand," sho said, simply.
"Heaven bless you, my dear! If you
think of this night in tho coming years,
if tlio sound of that sweot music or tho
breath of tho red roses brings it back
to you, you will always romombor that
I quito understood, and that 1 prayed to,
Heaven to bless you."
"My dearest Viola, of courso I shall
romombor. We havo always boon tho
dearest of friends."
The toars fell unheoded now, and sho
echoed in a broken voice:
"Yes, ulwuys the dearest of friends,
Ross, always. 1 shall consider this our
farewell, ltoss. To-morrow wo shall
havo but littlo time to seo each other.
This is our real good by."
At other times ho had kissed hor faco;
but now ho bent forward and with
his lips touched tho lilies in her hair.
And again sho folt that ho had givon
all tho lovo of his life to Loam Dynovor.
Lady Viola left the next morning with
a smile on her face, and no ono know
tho wound that rankled in hor heart.
CIIAl'TEIl VI.
Tho spring of tho your had como
round; but homo was no longer home to
Ross Cumnor. In vain had ho tried to
stem the torrent that was gradually
swooping him from all place and posi
tion. As tho baby-boy, Hugh, grow
stronger day after day, Lady Cumnor
grow moro insolent, moro urgent that
ltoss should leavo homo, and more anx
ious that her, son should bo at least heir
of Larchton More.
(Jood-naturcd, kindly, indolent Sir
Austen never dreamod why sho ques
tioned him so closely about his titlo,
lands and money; ho was tho last ever
to suspect evil in any ono. So, when
ho stood ono morning on tho torraco
overlooking tlio more, and sho camo up
to him, ho never imagined Unit that
was tho first of a series of investiga
tions and suggestions that woro to end
in driving his older son from homo and
making his younger son heir to
Larchton More. Lady Cumnor wont
up to him with tho haughty grace that
was peculiar to hor and laid her hand
on his shoulder.
" Aro you looking ovor your broad
lands, Austen?" sho said. "They aro
a goodly inheritance."
Hor ladyship's voico and touch al
wuys soothed him, and ho was almost
powerless in her hands. He could
novor resist hor; ho had neither tlio
will nor the energy. It would have
been amusing had it not boon pitiful to
seo how completely sho managed him,
how skillfully sho brought him round
to hor way of thinking; while ho
thought thai ho was very lirm in carry
ing out his own ideas." On this fair
spring day, sho made hor first attack
against tho dead Spanish wifo and hor
dark-haired son. Tho whito hand
touched him moro caressingly.
"What a grand prospect, Auston!
Thoro are larger estates than Larchton
Mere, but none more perfect. Wo
havo every variety of landscape. You 1
must feel proud, Austen, at being lord
of such a domain. " j
" I do not know, my dour," replied Sir
Auston. " I havo never foltany particu
lar prido about it. Rut I lovo tho mere."
Her face darkenod, and hor bluo
oyos woro shadowed as sho listened.
" 1 should havo been proud of it had
it been mino," sho said.
"Rut, Hester, how can I bo proud
of that which Heaven has given tor no
merit of my own? 1 could bo proud of
genius or tidont, but not of wealth
that lias como to mo from my fnthe
woaltn in tho gaining of which 1 had
no share. 1 ollen think if I had made
a fortune by mv own industry 1 might
havo been proud of it, but I could not
bo proud of ono that was placod in my
hand tit mv birth."
" Your ideas aro very good, doubt
loss," said Lady Cumnor, " but thoy
dillbr from mine. How strango it
sooins that such a grand property as
this is not entailed, Aiuton!"
"Yes, 1 havo often thought so," ho
roplied; "butthero has novor boon a
question with rospoct to it."
" Has it always descondod from
father to eldest son?" sho asked; and
her lips paled as she snoko.
"No, not alwavs. It has gono from
brother to brother. Sometimes oven it
has gono from a fathortoayoungorson,
when tlio older has proforrod, perhaps,
a military lifo or tho llfo of a travolor.
MM... 1 J 1 - - . - .1 . . J
1'horo has novor boon any disputo-about
it
"Jtthink" said hor ladyship, slowly,
"that the law of entail is ono of the
most absurd in tho world."
On hearing ono of the articles of his
faith so strongly attacked, Sir Austen
grow grave and serious.
"Why, Ilostor whydoyousay thut?"
he nsked.
"I call it a moro rolic of a barbarous
ago,", slio said.
And again ho repeated:
"Why, HestorwhyP"
" Rocauso it 1m unnatural," shoropliod.
" Why, from a family of sons all equally
dopondont on thoir fathor, should ono
bo chosou to bo rich while all tho others
aro poor?"
" You must look farther ahead, Hes
ter," said Sir Auston. "When you
strike at tho law of entail, you.striko at
all rights, at till aristocracy, nt all di
vision of classes. If tlio law of entail
woro abolished, thoro could bo no largo
estates; tho lands would bo sold or di
vided, and in two generations tho old
names and places would cease to exist.
To do away with tho law of entail really
means to do away with tho aristocracy
altogether.'1
"I would striko a great many blows
if I could," said Lady Cumnor, proudly.
Sir Austen laughed as ho stroked her
golden hair.
"I havo never thought about your
political principles boforo, Hester," ho
said. " Aro you a Radical?"
"No," sho roplied, "I am not. I will
toll you what 1 am, Auston; and you
must not scold mo. I belong to any
class of politicians who will givo this
beautiful land of Larchton Moro to
rny littlo son Hugh, and send your big
son to tako caro of tho land in Spain."
So sho shot her first arrow; and, half
afraid of tho result, she did what she
very soldotn did, raised her. fair faco to
his and kissed him. But sho need not
havo folt any fear. Sir Austen laughed;
ho thought that it was only a jest n
capital jest.
"So," ho cried, "littlo Hugh is ut
tho bottom of till this rovolutionury busi
ness? Tho wholo law of entail must bo
altered to make himmastorof Larchton
Mere?"
"But tho mere is not entailed," sho
said. "Do not laugh at mo, Auston.
You can do what you liko with it; you
can oven loavo it to mo."
"I havo no intention of leaving it at
all for many long years," ho said.
Sho hastened to add:
" I hopo not, indeed! Austen, I am
only talking for tulking's sake. You
could leave it to me or to littlo Hugh if
you would?"
"Certainly, Hester. You aro quito
right there; 1 can do as I will with it.
But, although wo havo no entail, wo
havo what is almost us strong with us
tho luw of tradition. Tho custom
and tradition of the family aro that tho
estates shall descend from father to
son. Do you undorstand?"
"Yes," she roplied. "I do not
know what makes mo think of it or
speak of it; but it seems to mo that my
littlo son Hugh, tho sou of an English
woman, is tho ono who should bo mas
tor of English lands, and that your
older son, the son of a Spanish mother,
should tako for his portion tho lands in
Spain."
Sir Auston laughed again. Ho had
no notion that sho was serious. Ho
believed it was all " for talking'ssakc."
"Wo "will say moro about it, my
beautiful Hester, when Mastor Hugh
can walk or can eat a slice of broad-and-buttor.
At present let tho fair lands
in England and Spain rest in peace."
"I do not undorstand what has como
over us," said Sir Austen, in a queru
lous tone. "How is it, Ross, that
you and her ladyship never, by any
ehanco, agree? "
" I am vory sorry for it, father. I
should agree always if I could. If you
say that thoso great beeches aro to bo
cut down, 1 submit; but I do not think
that Lady Cumnor ought to order such
a thing. It will completely spoil tho
place. If there were a sensible
motive, I would not usk 0110 word
nbout it; but I am quito suro that Lady
Cumnor simply desires it in order to
annoy me.11
"My dear Ross, pray do not talk in
such u manner! Why should my wifo
sook to annoy you?""
"Because she does not liko 1110, fath
or, and will nover rest until sho has
driven mo away. Father, can you not
seo how jealous she is of my dead
mother and of my dead mother's son?"
"My good follow, what nonsonso!
Why should slio bo jealous of poor Ino.P
If sho woro living, there would be somo
sense in it; but dead who would even
give themselves tho trouble to be jeal
ous of the dead?"
i "If I woro dead, sho would tolcrato
1 my mother's memory. Oh, father, do
' you not see, do you not understand,
1 what is going on round about vou? I
, have not complained I nover intonded
to complain. I, as a man, would nover
complain of a woniun; but, mind you,
father, a woman tortures and stings as
tlio blows o'f a man never could. Lady
Cumnor seldom nays anything to mo
that I could tako hold of; outlier words,
light as thistledown, rankle and wound
me a hundred times each day."
"I thought you would all got on so
; well togothor," said Sir Auston.
1 "Whero is Loam? Cannot sho make
peace between 3011?"
1 A bitter smilo camo over Ross's face.
"Father," ho said, gently, "howl
envy you tlio happy faculty you havo of
seeing nothing! Lady Cumnor dislikes
Loam, if possible moro than sho dis
likos 1110. You will find Hint that active
spirit of hors will know no ro3t until
overything bolonging to my mother
oven hor son and hor kinswoman is
removed from Larchton Mere. She
-will tako down her portrait yot, and
you will not bo ablo to help it. She
, ll!lte3 overything bolonging to hor."
to uu continued.
Tlio Body of an Indiana Woman Turned
Into Stone.
Sixtoon miles west of this city, on tho
State-line division of tho Pan-ILindlo
Railroad, is sltuatqd tho village of lda
villo. Near this place is located a
cemotoiy, and in this siient city of tho
dead a discovery hus just boon mado
which can indeed bo characterized as
strango and sensational. A few days
ago a man named Samuel Wilson do
sired to remove tho remains of his wife,
who died six yours ago, and thoso of his
father, whoao death took place thirteen
years since. Accordingly, ho pro
curod help, and tho work of oxcavating
began. The gravo in which tho father's
remains lay was first opened, when it
was found that nothing except tho baro
skeleton remained. Thon the wife's
grave, which was less than two feet
distant, was excavated. Upon reach
ing tlio bottom tho startling dis
covery was mado that tho body was
potrilied. Tho arms and limbs, how
ever, had withstood tho cllect of
whatever element in tho earth had
caused tho petrifaction to occur,
and nothing remained of them but tho
bones. Tho trunk of tho bod' was as
hard us Hint, and upon being takci
from tlio gravo was found to weigh
about three hundred pounds, while tho
woman during her lifo weighed about
ono hundred and forty pounds. Tho
case has caused a good deal of interest
to bo manifested in tho matter, and, al
though tho wise men of tho neighbor
hood have put thoir heads together in.
counsel, they can study out no satisfac
tory roason why tho woman's body
should thus bo turned into stone and
tho other remains, located so near,
should bo in no way atlccted by tho pet
rifying inlluence. Another" strango
featuro of tho case is tho fact of tho
arms and limbs turning to dust while
tho romuinder of tho body hardened
into stone. Tlio woman whoso remains
aro thus attracting so much attention,
was once a resident of Harrison Town
shin, this county, and it was there sho
and Mr. Wilson wore married. Sho
was u daughter of John Small, a re
spected old farmor, and heraelf and
husband took up their rosidoueo near
Idavillo about tho year 1807. This caso
of petrifaction is tho only ono ever
known in this section of Indiana, and,
us u natural consequence, a largo num
ber of pcoplo havo taken tho pains to
seo tho strango sight. Jognnsport
(?t(Z.) Cor Cincinnati Enquirer.
Brothers Meet for the First Time.
Whilo at Cleveland tho other day wo
mot u mun named C. Dinklo, who ro
sidod ut MoLoansburg, 111. Ho had.
como to Cleveland tho day boforo to
meet u brother. Sixtcon years ago
Dinklo loft his homo in Germany and
camo to America. Hosottled in South
ern Illinois, began farming and butcfc
ering. Ho prospered, married, and
has over since been doing a thriving
business. A few weeks aftir leaving
his homo in tho o'd country a brother
wus ushered into tho world, who was
given tho namo of Andrew. The latter,
a few months ago, expressed a desire
to como to this country ami labor with
his elder brother for a homo and a
fortune. Arrangements woro made for
his coming, and tho Illinois brother
agreed to meet him at Cleveland last
l'rlday. They hud never seen each
other. When the train from Now Yor k
pulled in, as may bo supposed, tho
brothers wcro anxious, and w th no
body to point tho other out how woro
they to know each other? Tho older
ono took a stand near the platform of
the cars, and us tho hundreds of passen
gers stepped down, his ces riveted
themselves upon tho countenance of
each. Finally thoy rested upon a neatly-dressed,
stout-built, beardless boy,
and at about tho same instant the hit
ter's eyes met tho waiting brother's.
Without a word spoken by either, thoy
made a rush for each othorand clasped
in a vigorous embrace. It was somo
time before oitlior could speak, but
when thoir tongues did becomo looso
thoy rattled away at a won lerfully
rapid rate. Tho next train bore thorn
to their homo in tho West. Ucaver
Falls (Pa.) Tribune.
Lake Agassiz.
Tho most remarkable glacial body of
water yet described was thut which
occupied the upper part of tho basin
of tho Red River of tho North, which
geologists havo fittingly named Lake
Agassiz. Tlio totul length of this glu
cuil "mill-pond" was not far from GOO
miles, and tlio width was in places 200
miies and its depth 300 loot. Its outlet
was through Lako Traverse into tho
Minnesota River. The width of tho
Minnesota Valley and tho extent and
lioight of its terraces still boar witness
to the volume ot water formerly run
ning through it. The groat wheat ro
gion ot the north is in tlio bed occupied
by Lako Agassiz. Tho enelosure was
drained when tho ieo barrier to the
north so far receded that Nelson River
was permitted to resume its llow into
'Hudson Ray. Mr. Warren Upham, of
tlio Minnosota Survey, thus describes
tho plain: "Tho higher laud at its
sides is first seen in tlio distanco as if
their upper edges woro a littlo abovo
the horizon, witli a narrow strip of sky
below. The surface of this
plain is soon only for a distance of three
or four miles. Houses and grain-stacks
havo thoir tops visible first, after which,
in approaching, thoy gradually como
into full viow, and tho highlands, ton
to fifteen miles awav, forming the side
of tho valloy, apparently lio binond a
wide depression, like a distant high
coast." A7. Y. Independent.
A collection of eight MS. pooms
and lo tors of Burns was lately sold in
Edinburgh for a total of about a thou
sand dollars.
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