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TOO LATE.
Too lato, too latol Tho work In dono,
The (kindly mloohlnf wrought;
Tho evil viife thnt wa? bcKim
In one unhliulcicil thought.
Ono crunl word no gracious speech
Hereafter con iccmll;
Tho shaft boyond nil hiimnn roach,
ThoiiKh lodged In sight of all.
A moment's thought that thought to still1
Tohmli that cruol word,
, And not n slnglo breath of 111
Tho quiet air hud stirred.
O God of Lovol Could wo but learn
Thy mercy for one day,
Tho tldu of hntc would backward turn,
And pcaco on earth tlud sway.
IlarrUt it. Kimball, in louth'a Companion,
Copirfflifed.
TIOLA
OH
Thrice Lost in a Stale for a Name.
BY MI13. R. n. ED30N.
CHAPTEU V. Continued.
41 Myra, you had ought to open an or
phan's asylum." ho ropliod, laughing.
44 But 1 must bo ofl'." Blauchc expected
mo last night. I'm sorry about this
thing, sis, but I wouldn't worry about
it, it will all como out right, I guess.
May bo your foundling has gono back
to Franco to look up hor pedigroo who
knows?" and with a pleasant laugh ho
shut tho door and sprang into his
wagon, and giving tho two beautiful
grays" a loose rem, was soon out of
3it.
sur
A little silence followed his donarturo.
Mrs. Anderson nervously rolling and
unrolling tho hem of hor apron, and
glancing covertly at Ralph, who was
moving restlessly about. Presontly ho
camo up to his father, who was sitting
with his chin buried in his Jiand, and
his eyes fixed on tho floor.
' " Father, aren't you going to look hor
up?" he broke out, impetuously. "Be
cause it's a year ago, and somebody has
a spite against hor, is that any reason
why we shouldn't lovo hor just as well,
and try to iind lierP May bo sho is in
some alms-houso somowhero. and can
not get to us. Lot tticgo, father, I'm
big"cnough to jo alono, now. I won't
givo up till I find hor if sho is in tho
United States."
Ralph's hurried speech was inter
rupted by tho entrance of Ned Bradleo,
who had bought a quarter section of
Government laud a milo or so up tho
river, erected a log houso on it, aud
lived, as ho expressed it, in tho "tallest
kind of clover."
"Makin' a Fourth o1 July oration
'Squiro?" ho cried out, "cos if you are,
I want you to pilo on something pretty
stoop about this 'great and glorious
West,' with it stupendous pasters and
wavin' grain, and all that sort o' thing.
I heord a follow du it down in Dixon last
Independence, and I tell you, it was a
loutlo tho sublimest thing over hcerd.
I had to stuff my handkerchief into my
mouth to kcop from shouting glory
right straight along. 'Twa3 most equal
to the way I hcerd a fellow spread him
self up to Boston once, 'bout tho
Pilgrims."
"Wo have had a lottor from Gordon
that has been a year on tho way, and
ho says Jhat Viola batno back three
days alter we loft, and ho sent her right
on after us tho next morning," Ralph
said, excitedly, interrupting him.
" Sho! you don't say so! Well, if that
ain't curis well, I declare!"
" And Unclo Tom thinks it's no uso
doing anything about it, just because
it's a year ago! Suppose 'tis a year
who cares? I guess if it was Blanche,
ho wouldn't mind if it had been half a
dozen years!" lie cried, with risingcolor.
" Softly,! You'ro full of lira as a keg
of gunpowder. Lot's hear tho story,
neighbor," turning to Anderson.
" Well, it's the most onlikoly thing to
happen to common folks over hoard,"
ho said, thoughtfully, when the letter
had been read, and various comments
and speculations had been made on it.
"It's alyiost equal to 'Lonzo and
Melisa' I don't sposo you over read
that, Bon? It isn't just your stylo, I'll
allow, but it's powerful intorostin' ;
beats Pilgrim's Progress ton to ono, and
I've an idea it's jest about as true. But
that's neither hero nor there. 1 say go
after the gal, and if you want any help,
there's a quarter section of prairio in
Winnobago County that would jump at
tho clianco to lay itself out in tho causo,
and hero's my hand on it, neighbor
not a particularly handsome one, per
haps, but 1 know it's honest."
"And so do I, my old friend," Mr.
Anderson said, smiling faintly; " but it
is blind working now. If I had got the
letter direct, tho railroad men could
havo given mo something to go by; but
it has been too long to hope for that
now. There's always been a mystery
hanging about tho child sinco hor
mother died, leaving hor name, oven, in
doubt." b
" Oh, that reminds me," interrupted
Bradlee, "who do you guess 1 see down
in tho city to-day? But of course you
can't guess, and mebby you'vo forgot
all about him. But 1 know him tho
minute 1 seo him. You romomombor
that tall, stylish lookin' chap who como
down from Plymouth, and who was in
tho Lo Brun, and"
" What, DeVriesP" exclaimed Ander
son. "Yes, that is tho namo. I couldn't
romembor, though I knew it had' a sort
of onrighteous sound to it," ho said,
laughing.
" But how camo ho hero?" asked Anderson,
"Well, I don't romombor as I askod
him. I boliovo, though, ho said somo
thin' about havin' been horo nigh about
two year. Ho seemed to feel bad
enough whon I (old him about Hum
rain' Bird. Ho said ho remembered
what a pretty littlo thiug sho was, and
ho put his hand up to his oyes, an' I
wouldn't ha' believed ho would boon so
cut up. Ilo's a pretty nico sort of a ful
ler, 1 reckon."
"I wonder I havo novor happened to
soo him; but then I am not in town
much. I'll ask Arnold about him; ho
will know," Mr. Anderson ropliod.
Ralph sat silent as they talked, but
thoro camo back to him tho memory of
that morning on Plymouth beach, and
tho littlo trunk under tho dripping
kelp, and tho kneeling, flguro bonding
ovor it, and a faint disliko for this nico
Mr. DoVrics grow up vaguely in Ids
heart.
Tho noxt morning Tom Arnold
brought Blancho down to spond tho
day. Sho was growing very graceful
and lady-like, and Ralph felt a faint
sonso of awkwardness in her presonco,
and was uncomfortably conscious of
blushing when she looked at or spoko
to him. Sho did not seem to ndtieo it,
however, but camo and sat by him, and
told him about hor flowers and her
pony, and tho beautiful garden sho was
going to havo if well, if he would
como up and help hor a little. To bo
suro they had a gardenor, but sho
wanted somo ono else. And then sho
just lifted tho heavy lashes, and flashed
a shy, trembling littlo glanco into his
face" th at was full of alluring appeal.
" I'd bo so glad to como, Blancho, if
you would lot me," ho said, eagerly,
"and if you could put up with my
awkwardness."
" You awkward, Cousin Ralph!" lift
ing hor oyes in beautiful surpriso to his
face.
A wholo volumo could ncAs havo bet
tor oxprcssed hor admiration and con
fidence, or made a more vivid impres
sion upon his boyish heart.
"Blancho," called hor father, "you
visit Althoa Montford. Who is this Do
Vrios that stops there ?"
" Why, ho is Mr. Alfred Do Vrios,
Mr. Montford's business agent, privato
secretary and confidential friend. I
thotight you know."
"Perhaps I did, but I had forgotten.
It's two years, isn't it, sinco tho Mont
fords camo horo?"
"Yas, two years this spring, papa."
This brought Viola to Ralph's mind,
and ho said:
"Father has concludod to go in
earch of some traces oi our littlo v iola.
I suppose Unclo Tom told you about tho
lottor?"
"Yes, I think ho mentioned some
thing about it. Miscarried didn't it?
I wonder why you troublo yourselves so
much about that strango child, all of
you. Of course it was splondid in you
rescuing hor mother and herself. 1
don't know as would mind boing
shipwrecked if I was suro somo nico,
brave, handsome young fellow would
rescue mo just at the right moment."
Whon sho first began Ralph felt half
vexed at hor careless tono, but tho com-
(limciit, spoken and implied, mollified
nni immediately. And oven whilo ho
was speaking of Viola, ho was' wonder
ing if Blancho thought fie was bravo and
handsome, and vaguely wishing sho
might fall into somo litlo peril from
which ho might rescue hor.
"You seo, Blancho," ho said, "sho
was so alono in tho world, so uttorly
friendless, that wo couldn't help car
ing for hor, and loving hor. You know I
had a littlo sister once, and I think wo all
loved her more for that reason. I know
mother did."
"But sho wasn't your sister. May
bo sho was somo miserable convict's
child; thero seemed such a mystery
about her namo, and her fathor. People
honest people aro nover ashamed of
their names. Thero must have been
something wrong about them, and
fathor says, though he's sorry because
auntio feels so bad about it, ho believes
it is just as well if somebody elso has
looked out for her."
"1 don't boliovo she was to blame,
anyway," Ralph said, stoutly, "and I'd
givo a dozen farms liko this,. if I hud
thorn, to find hor again."
"What a splondid Don Quixote you
would make, togo out to tho dofenso of
distressed damsels!" sho cried, with a
littlo rippling laugh. And then sho
clasped nor pretty white hands about
Ins arm, and tossed tno rippling Jiair
back from hor whito shoulders, and
looked up in his face witii a little quick,
admiring glance, that was altogether
irresistible to poor, unsophisticated
Ralph.
Tho farm work waited as a week wont
by waited moro patiently than Myra
Anderson or Ralph and still no word
camo from Bon Andorson as to tho suc
cess of his search. Every night Ralph
went to tho office, but nothing camo to
thorn. Ned Bradleo ran down every
evening, to "stretch his legs," ho said,
not quite willing to own how norvously
anxious ho was to hear if thoro was any
news from Ben or rathor, from tho
lost girl.
But all waiting comes to an end at
last, and the tenth day from that of his
departure, Bon Andorson walked into
his houso as ho had wont alone. His
wifo saw tho grave look in his face, and
her heart ank liko lead. Unreasonable
as it was, sho had cherished a strong
liopo that ho would find tho child, and
that vory day sho had taken tho pretty
dresses, and dainty ruffled skirts from
thoir rosting-pluco in tho hair trunk,
end spread thorn out where tho sunshine
and soft wind could touch thom, won
doring tho whilo if sho had grown much,
and planning how sho could make them
larger and longer.
Thero was a littlo moment of sus
pense a littlo dreading to ask on thoir
part, and a littlo dreading to toll on his;
then ho said, in a low, husky tone:
"Our littlo girl is dead, Myra, wo will
novor worry about her any moro."
Then in tho faint light of tho soft May
gloaming, with slantwiso beams from
tho young moon in tho west, falling
across tho floor till it touchod tho
smouldering coals on tho hearth, Bon
Anderson told tho story of his ton days'
search.
First ho had gone to Dotrolt to seo
Gordon; but Gordon did not keep tho
houso now, nnd had moved out of tho
city, and no ono scorned to know just
whore, though it was somowhoro near
Lako Huron. After two days of delay
and inquiry, ho found out that it was
Snginnw. It was not ncccssiblo by
rail, bo ho wont up tho lako In a boat,
and roaehod it in that way. Of Gordon
ho loarned tho particulars of Viola's ro
turn. It was just at dusk, and tho
boarders and guests woro seated at tho
supper table, whon a littlo figuro dashed
through tho door, and stopping, panting
and breathless, boforo tho tabio, ran
hor oyes up and down the long lino of
faces.
"It is Andorson's lost girl!" was tho
simultaneous oxolamation from a scoro of
lips.
" Whoro is hoP I want my fathor An
dorson!" shocriod, bursting into passion
ate weaning.
Ho led hor to tho parlor, and sho grow
suddenly quiot and listened, with groat
solemn oyes. whilo ho told hor that hor
friends had gono on, after waiting for
her a long time aud thinking sho was
dead. At first sho declared that sho
would go "right off;" but after explain
ing to hor that sho could not go till
morning, sho sat down contont But
whon ho proposed writing to mo to ro
turn for hor, sho grow wild again, and
they woro glad to pacify hor uy prom
ising hor sho should goon tho first train
west.
Her account of hor absonoo was vaguo
and confused. Somebody, sho didn't
seem to know who, had promlsod to
toll hor something sho wanted to know
if she would go to walk with him. They
hadn't gono vory far whon they came to
a dark, dirty street, and somebody
oponed a do'or and onught hor away
from tho side' of hor friend into a damp,
cold place, whoro thoro was no windows,
only two littlo panes of glass up high
liko a cellar. She thought sho cried
and screamed, but sho couldn't really
romombor, alio grow so slcony ovor
.since, till that night Thou sho had
oponcu licr eyes nnu looked aoout and
thoro was nobody in sight. Sho thought
if only sho could got away boforo any
ono camo! Sho sprang oft tho bed and
to tho door but she could not reacli tho
latch. Sho moved up a block of wood,
aud by standing on 'tiptoo unlatched
tho door, and without waiting an
instant sho darted out aud ran as fast as
hor foot would carry her. Sho remem
bered tho namo of tho houso, aud after
coming by a good many strcots sho
asked ulady, who pointed out tho houso,
which was just in sight, and so sho had
como to it.
Mr. Gordon had blamed himsolf vory
much for letting her go as ho had. But
ho had thought sho would como through
safely, sho seemed so bright and fearless,
and independent Ho had paid hor faro
out of his own pocket as faras Chicago,
and given hor money to pay it tho rost
of tho way. Ho had also given hor in
charge of tho conductor, and then not
quite satisfied had written that lottor,
and thought overything was all tight
and straight.
Then, taking Gordon with him, ho
had returned to Detroit to find tho con
ductor. But ho had boon dead six
months. Then ho had stopped all
along the route until at last he reached
Michigan City, tho then terminus of tho
road. It was a miserable, straggling
littlo place, its long pior laid with rail
road track, running far down from tho
"city" into tho waters of the lako. Tho
boat that was to take thom across was
nowhere in sight, and ho wont back
to tho hotel where they had taken sup
per a year ago when the' camo on. Ho
related his errand to tho landlord, and
somo way chanced to mention tho child's
namo.
"Viola!" exclaimed a gentleman,
looking up suddenly from his paper;
"why, Reeves, that is the namo on the
little wooden cross old Briorly put up
over the child that died at his placo last
summer. I noticed it becauso tho namo
was odd and rathor pretty."
Well, tho result of it was he did not
take tho boat, but wont out to soo this
Briorly, who lived about two miles
away, no said lio liad found the child
in tho streot, crying and bowildcred,
just after tho boat had loft ono night
He took her homo with him, whero sho
was sick a good whilo and "crazy as a
boar." Sho kept saying, her namo was
'.'Viola, and nothing elso," aud so when
she died ho cut that namo on a bit of
wood, and put it up so as to show her
friends if they ovor camo.
"But it may havo boon somo other
Viola," said Ralph, unwilling to boliovo
that tho bright, spirited littlo creature
could dio, us perhaps somo other Viola
had done.
"1 think thoro is no doubt about it
whatever. This Briorly is an old, eecon
trio, miserly follow, who lives quito
alone in a little hut near tho lako, but,
though ho bears a rather bad namo in
tho neighborhood, I think ho did as well
as ho could by hor, and I could forgive
him a great deal for that," Mr. Ander
son said, in a faltering voice.
"If only wo had waited a littlo long
er, Bon."
"Yes, but wo did not know. For
somo reason God saw fit to take hor
from us in this sad wav, but Ho knows
best, wife, and all His' ways aro right."
And so tho thought of a slmnlo cross
bearing tho dear name, by tho far-away,
lonely lako shore, foil into thoir hearts a
sad, and tender, and sacred memory, to
bo oliorished ami talked of, aud rcmom
borod forovor. But now a now troublo
or rather an old troublo renewed
camo to hauut Myra Andorson's heart.
Ralph declared hi resolution to go to
sea. This tame, monotonous f armor's
lifo, fretted him moro and moro every
day ami wock. All through tho sum
mer ho dwolt upon It, and not oven tho
graceful fascinations of ids beautiful
cousin could drive it away.
"Lot tho boy go," Tom Arnold said;
44 ono voyago will cure him. It's as
natural for a Massachusetts boy to want
to co to sea as it is to tako to tho crlrls.
I don't boliovo in tryinir to forco a boy
to stay at homo if his heart. Is set on
B0.'."Jf;
ing."
" But fathor- Tom," sho faltered.
44 Yes, Myra, but becauso hix ship
wont down, it's no sign Ralph's will.
You and I can novor forgot that; it
weanod mo from tho son 1 novor want
to look on its treacherous faco again!"
ho stoppod abruptly and leaned ovor
and drow his sister's faco to his bosom
and kissed it.
"O Tom, I cannot lot him go!" sho
moauod.
"But ho will, Myra; you may depend
on that Tho lad lias got n will of his
own, may bo you know."
Ralph was sovontoen in Ootobor. Ho
had worked faithfully all thu summer,
but whon tho harvest was all gathurod,
ho said, firmly:
"lam going to sea in tho spring,
father. I want you and mother to con
sent. I want to go away man-fashion,
but ono thing, I shall go. I am sick of
this prosy lilo, why (sometimes I long
so for tho spray breaking ovor tho rooks,
for tho swash of tho waves, tho roar and
tumble of tho surf, and the scout of tho
salt brcozo coming up from tho strong
lungs of old ocean, that it is liko a sharp
pain, and 1 cannot help crying out, and
catching my breath as if I was falling
from some dizzy height!"
44 1 shall novor consent to your going
whilo you aro under mo," Bon Andor
son said, with iron determination.
" Then I shall go without your con
sont. I will go!'" was thu low, resolute
answor, tho frank boyish faco growing
white, nnd firm, and set.
"Siloncol" commanded Andorson,
stonily. " How daro you talk so to mo,
boyK
44 1 only said tho truth, fathor. You
always brought mo up to speak tho
truth, and to avoid hypocrisy and do
coit . I'd scorn to go away unboknown
to you, nnd make boliovo I didn't moan
to go, for I do; and I toll you so open
ly and plainly 1 shall go if Heaven
spares my lifo I"
"You shall not!" Ben Andorson's
faco was alight with sudden lire, and
thoro was h, hard ring in his usually
quiot voice.
44 Wo will wait and soo." Ralph an
swered, unflinchingly.
Tho winter slippod away and th6 mat
tor was not again referred to between
thom. Ralph was apparontly contented.
all tho wintor sports gotten up by tho
young pooplo, entering with his charac
teristic impetuousness into both work
nnd phiy, nnd his fathor congratulated
himself on having conquered tho re
bellious spirit of tho boy. " Thero is
nothing liko unyielding firmnoss in deal
ing witii ono of these passionate na
tures," ho said, with a fooling of intense
self-satisfaction.
It novor occurred to Ben Anderson
that tho boy had his own stubborn will.
His theory was that obedience was tho
first law of a child. Tho natural in
stincts and intuition woro to bo crushed
out. if tlioy run counter to tho judgment
and wishes of tho parent. Years and
experionco fitted him to judge what was
best and most proper for tho child, and
ho considered it his solomn duty, as
signed him by Heaven, to thus bend
and control the futuro life of the child
by deciding for him. With his rigid
idea of " responsibility," it will bo read
ily seen that Ralph's chance of choosing
for himsolf was extremely small, unless
his choice chanced to coincide with his
father's plans. Ever since tho morn
ing, when, after a night of feverish
anxiety, his mother had stolen softly out
and whispered with a proud smile that
"Myra had got a fine, great boy," had
his resolution been taken as to what that
boy should bo if God spared him to
grow up. Whilo he lived East it seemed
sometimes as if ho might be dooming tiio
lad lo a hard lifo, and ho sometimes
feared necessity would force him to
abandon his long-chcrishcd plans, but
now tuero was no necessity. It looked
to him as if Providence had led him
hither expressly lo open the way for tho
realization of his desires. And if some
times a faint longing for tho land of his
nativity stirred vaguely in his heart,
and old memories came, this thought
comforted und strengthened and en
couraged him: Ralph could bo a farmer
without sacrificing his chances for com
fort nnd independence, for the home in
tho West gave promise of at least that,
if not of extravagant wealth.
Ono gusty March night ho camo
homo from Cherry Valley, and though
it was dark, and had boun for a good
half hour, there was no light nnvwhoru
visible in tho house, and no sign of lifo
aoout tne piaco. a vague sort or pro
sentiment seized him, aud ho hurried
into tho houso. His wifo sprang up
hastily us if from sleep, aud called his
name in a quick, startled voice.
"Why Myra, why aro you sitting
hero in tho (lark? I feared somuthing
hud happened," ho said, in a relieved
tono.
Sho camo forward through .tho dim,
uncertain dusk, and laid her hand on hor
husband's arm.
"O Ben whoro has he gonoP" she
criad, in a faint, dry whisper, that
sounded strango and unearthly in the
silonco and gloom.
Ho caught hor arm in a grasp sc
fierce that a slight cry of .pain escaped
her.
TO UB CONTINUED.
A Ceylon Jungle.
rrof. Hneckol thus describes Ids first
attempt to penetrate n Coylon junglo.
xuu jniigiu, no says, is not, propony
speaking, primeval forest forost, that
is, untrodden by tho foot of man (such
aro in Ceylon of small extent and raro
occurrence) but it corresponds to our
idoa of such a forost in that it consists
of a donso and impenetrable mass of
mighty troes of all kinds, which havo
sprung up without regularity or any in
terference from man, and aro sur
rounded and overgrown by a wilderness
of creeping and climbing plants, of
forns, orchids, and othor parasites, tho
intorsticos being so completely Allot! up
with a motloy mass of smaller woods
that it is quito impossible to disentauglo
tho coll of tondrils so as to distinguish,
ono spooles from tho other. My Arst
attempt to penotrato such a junglo as
this was Rufllciontto convince mo of tho
Impossibility of tho undertaking, except
with tho aid of an ax and fire. A hard
hour's work brought mo only a few
stops into tho thicket, nnd then 1 was
obliged to acknowledge myself van
quished, and ninko good a rotroat,
stung by mosquitoes, bltton by ants,
with torn clothes, nnd arms and Iocs
bleeding from tho thorns and prickles,
with which tho climbing palm (Cal
amus), thu climbing Hibiscus, tho
Euphorbia, and a multitude of othor
junglo plants ropulso every attack mudo
on their impenetrable labyrinth. But
the attempt had not been made alto
gether iu vain, for it enabled mo to gain
a vory fair idea of tho junglo as a wholo,
moro especially of tho magnificence of
its trees and creupors, besides intro
ducing mo to many soparato varieties
of animal and vegetable lifo, which
woro of tho highest interest; hero I
hUw tho magnificent Gloriosa superba,
tho poisonous climbing Illy of Coylon,
with its red and amber flowers; tho
prickly Hibiscus radlatus, with largo,
cup-shaped, brimstone-colored llowors,
deepening to violet In tho hollows whilo
around lluttqrcd gigantic black buttor
llios, with blood-rod spots on their tall
shaped wings, aud chafers and dragon
flies flow past with a motnllio gleam.
But my delight reached its height when
on this, my first attempt to punolrato a
junglo in Coylon, 1 camo across tho two
most characteristic of its inhabitants
from among tho highorolass of animals
parrots and apos. A flock of greon
parrots How screeching from a lofty troo
as they became aware of tho gun In my
hand, and at the same moment a herd
of groat black apos sprang with n
growling cry into tho tliicket. 1 did
not succeed in getting a shot at either
ono or tho othor. Thoy appcarod to bo
too familiar with tho look of a gun. I
was consoled, howovor, by securing
with my first shot a colossal lizard
or iguana six foot long, of a kind
hold in much awo by tho superstitious
natives (Hydrosaurus salvator). Tho
huge, crocodilo-liko beast was sunning
himself on tho edgo of a water-tank,
nnd the shot hit him so precisely on tho
head as to kill him at once. Had it
struok any less vital part ho would
probably havo dived into tho water and
disappeared. Whon seized, tho iguana
lias tho powor of hitting so sharp a blow
with its scaly tail as to causo a sevoro
wound, and oven sometimes a broken
limb.
Cold Winters.
Tho following statistics of tho good
old winter aro curious. In 401, tho
Black Sea was ontiroly frozen ovor. i
768, not only tho Black Sea, but tho
Straits of tho Dardanelles, woro frozen
ovor; tho snow in soma places rose fifty
feet high. In 822, tho groat rivers of
Europe tho Danube, the Elbo, etc.
were so hard frozen as to boar heavy
wagons for a month. In 800, tho Adri
atic wasfrozen. In 1)91, overything was
frozon; tho crops totally failed, and
famine nnd pestilence closed the year.
In 1007, tho most of the travelers iu
Germanv woro frozen to doath on tho
roads, in lllii), the Po was frozen from
Cremona to the sea; tho wino casks
woro burst, and oven tho trees split by
the action of the frost with immense
noiso. In 12.'l(i, the Danube was frozon
to tho bottom, aud remained long in
that state, in l.'UO, tho crops wholly
failed in Germany; wheat, which somo
years boforo sold in England at six shil
lings tho quarter, rose to two pounds.
In 13IJ9. tho crops failed in Scotland,
and such a fanline ensued that the poor
woro reduced to feed on. grass, and
many perished misorably in tho liolda.
Tho succcssiyo winters of H!J2-!J!1-HI
woro uncommonly severe. It onco
snowed forty days without interruption.
In M08, tho wino distributed to tho
soldiers in Flanders was cut with
hatchets. In 1681, tho winter was ox
ccssively cold. Most of tho hollies
woro killed. Coaches drove along tho
Thames, tho ico of which was eleven
inches thick In 1709, occurred tho cold
winter. Tho frosts ponotratcd tlireo
yards into tho ground. In 1716, booths
woro erected and fairs hold on tho
Thames. In 1711 and 17-15 tho strong
est alo in England, exposed to tho air,
was covered m less than fifteen minutes
with ico an eighth of an inch thick. In
1809, and again in 1812, tho wintors
woro remarkably cold. In 1814, thoro
was a fair on tho tho frozen Thames.
HciciUiJio Aincricun.
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In slavery days, tho chimos of St.
Michael's Church, Charleston, woro
rung at sovon p. m. iu winter and eight
in summer as a signal to negroes that
thoir bed-limo was nigh, and again an
hour later to warn them to disappear
from tho strcots, aftor which all blacks
found abroad woro arrosted. The cus
tom was continued until a few days
ago, though nobody has oboyed tno
bolls sinco tho war. Tho Mayor has
now cut oil' tho salary of tho ringer,
and tho act is exciting considerable dis
cussion among tho old residents. Ar.
Sun.
