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THE GRAPE-VINE SWING.
TFb.cn I was a boy on the old pUaUUon,
Down by the dcp bayou
The Ia.rt:st spot of all crcstioa
Un Jer the arch ng blue
Viica the wind came over tho cotton and corn,
To the long slim loop I'd spring,
"With brown feet bare, and a, bat-brim torn.
And swing la the grave-vino swing;
Swinging in the grapo-vlne swing.
Laughing whero the wild birds sing
I dream and sigh
For the days gone by.
Swinging in the grape-vino swing.
Oat o'er the water lilies boanio and bright.
Hack to tho moss-grown trees;
I shouted and laughed with a heart as light
As a wild rose tossed by tho breeze.
The rcocltlns-blrd joined in my reckless glee,
I longed for no angel's wing;
J was just as near Heaven as I -wanted to be.
Swinging in the grape-vine swing.
Swinging in the grape-vine swing,
Lau?h ng where the wild birds sing
Oh, to bo a boy,
"With a heart full of joy.
Swinging in the grape-vino swing.
Tm wenry at morn, I'm weary at night,
I'm fretted and sore of heart;
And care is sowing my locks with white
As I wend through the fevered mart.
Tin t'.red of tho world, with its pride and pomp.
And fame seems a worthlcssh'ng;
Ttl barter it all for one day's romp
And a swing in the grape-vine swing.
Swinging in the grape-vine swing,
Laughing where the wild birds sing
I would I were away
From the world to-day.
Swinging in tho grape-vino swing.
Samuel M. I'eck, in K. O. Times-Democrat.
MIRIAM.
The Somaiice of Heatherleiih HalL
By Maxda L. Crocker.
CoryiticiiT, 1SSD.
CHAPTER XV. CONTINTER
The winter came on, and during its
dreary hours Sir llujxirt was obliged to
Itt-op ins apartments the greater portion of
the time, and grew accustomed to depend
ing on the servants entirely. In conse
quence, they learned to wateli over him as
one would over a troublesome child, only
they dsJn't dare to punish him," as Mareia
re:::arl;ed somewhat spitefully at the close
of a very trviiig day. Hut with the
breath of spring asain his spirits seemed
to revive a little. He walked out occasion
ally, leaning on the arm of one of the serv
ants, and breathed tiic sweet air that
lnscd the tender buds and silky leaflets
forth.
Sometimes wheeled about the grounds in
his chair, resting here and there in some
favorite spot, intent on watching the birds
ia the tufted elms, or gazing wistfully high
up the ivy-wreathed gables. Tho grand
oM Hall never had seemed so much like a
magnificent, mausoleum, nor the interior
seemed so much like a tomb, as it did this
sunny springtide.
CHAPTER XVL
In these iast days of Ids unlucky life,
these last weary days, every thing con
ducive to a lingering remorse had united
against the proud soul of Sir llupert, even
.tlie old facade suggested a tomb.
4tP It only needed a little something more to
ip the balance, and in favor of a hastening
!emi-.e Sir llupert. could say : "I am ready.
Oh ! Charon : i stand waiting on tho treach
erous sands."
Peevish and restless he finally grew,
spending hours in climbing up and down
the silent staircases, echoing only to his
faltering steps.
Sometimes resting on the landings, he
"-ouId mutter to himself of the deceased
iVniy FercivaL and of Miriam, and often of
the little grandson.
Then there came a time when he risked
the staircase no longer alone; and in
these wretched days he strayed about the
dark, gloomy corridors above during the
long, monotonous summer afternoons, but
oftener in tho midnight watches.
Tho whole household were daily growing
nervous and uneasy, and were obliged to
occupy rooms near those of their master in
order that his mauystrango fancies might
be the easier looked after.
Ono great hallucination of these desper
ate days was Sir llupert imagined that Mi
riam was secreted in the Hall somewhere,
and ho caught her peeping through the
half-open doors, and -waking him so often
from his afternoon naps, he said. For
hours aad hours bo would search along
the halls and corridors, going with stealthy
step and unwearying patience. Often he
-would pause in these searches and listen
long aad anxiously for the sound of her
footstep and the music of her voice. Some
times he would start up at dead of night
and cry out, eagerly: "Oh! she is coming
now; Miriam, my beautiful daughter, is
coming; I can hear her steps on the stairs !"
c; rowing contented after these outbursts
and glad nights of expectation, ho would
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JAMES."
wait quietly for her appearing until another
nervous attack seized him, or he had quite
forgotten whom he was waiting for.
Once he was so determined that Miriam
had been in his apartments and had touched
him on his arm, awakening him irom a
sound nap, that all the servants had to be
aroused to scarca for her because ho failed
to iiad her. All uncomplaining the sleepy
household instituted a mock search to quiet
him.
So thus in the midnight hour, with tapers
alight, they moved slowly about the silent,
gloomy rooms, above and below, searching
for the satisfaction of their master, who fol
lowed them in his feeble march, leaning on
the arm of one of their number and talking
incessantly of his children.
A f tcr hours of marching to and fro, hither
'td thithcr.at Sir llupcrt's designation, he
ranly concluded she was hiding in tbo
glcry, and no words of persuasion would
cetcr him from gomg thither. A. search in
tha lonely ctf all lonely rooms at Heatber-
lelgh was all that would pacify him, and
with many misgivings and superstitious
fears crowding their courage to the wall the
servants led him into the chamber of sorrows
and bitter memories. Ancil and James
guided Sir Rupert's feeble steps, and the
trembling Peggy went ahead with a lighted
taper.
"Howly mother of Christ!" she ejacu
lated, as sho stepped aside for Mareia to un
lock the apartment, "an if this ghostly
perado wud only coom to an md Oi'd falc re
laved immensely."
The key grated in the unused lock, the
heavy door swung open, and tho party en
tered tho midnight gloom of tho musty,
close atmosphere of tho gallery.
On entering, Sir Rupert cast a quick, In
quiring glance around bun, as if really ex
pecting to seo Miriam somewhere in the
gloom, but nothing save the empty silence
of the shadows rewarded his anxious vision.
lie stood perplexed and disappointed for
some time, and the white-faced, frightened
servants watched him with bated breath.
What next! The question was plain in each
face of tho much-tormented household.
But tho question was unswered without
delay, for Sir Rupert, as if recollecting him
self, suddenly stretched out his arms to
ward tho row of reversed portraits opposite
him, and while a light of recognition glad
dened his old face ho exclaimed, almost
gleefully: "Ah! now Miriam U here after
all."
They assisted his eager steps across to
the portraits indicated by his unnaturally
bright eyes, and instinctively paused be
neath Miriam's picture. James turned over
the portrait, at a look from Sir Rupert, and
I'eg?y held the taper up close to tho bcauti
ful face looking calmly, proudly down from
its heavy black drapery on tho midnight
visitors.
And Sir Rupert exclaimed eagerly, clasp
ing his thin fingers in rapture: "Oh!
Miriam, my daughter, you are here; the old,
merciless tradition of cur house is at fault
at last ! There is love love, instead of hate,
existing between us; between Sir Rupert
Percival and child. Is it not so, Miriam!"
and his face lighted up wonderfully with
love's wistful questioning.
Peggy hid her face in her apron and
sobbed convulsively, while Ancil and James
brusned the unbidden tears from their over
flowing eyes in silence.
Oh ! the eager, hopeless questioning of an
affection that came too late!
"Lord! what a pass it has come to,"
moaned the sobbing housekeeper, and
James made answer in a choked voice:
"Yes, too lato is the Only certainty of the
HalL"
Sir Rupert caught at their meaning, es
pecially tho lament of the honest butler, on
whose faithful arm he rested. A shadow
of deep disappointment crossed his features
as ho looked from one weeping servant to
another, and then, as if realizing something
of tho cause of their grief, he dropped his
hands nerveless by his side, and murmured
in a blank, uncertain way: "Ah! I sec Low
it is at last."
Then standing quietly as if revolving the
matter more thoroughly in his mind, ho
burst out with: "Merciful God! I had for
gotten. Miriam is indeed here; but she
only is here to gaze on her aged father
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with merciless reproach. She will not
speak to me, her poor, old, stricken father!
Oh! she is beautiful, but so cold; heartless
and cold is my only daughter, and dumb to
all entreaty. Yes, James ; I am too late ! I
don't quite understand it; but I feel that I
am too late for reconciliation for some rea
son. Miriam understands it; I know by her
looks. Take me away, James; take me
away before my old heart is slain in its
faithfulness; before she kills me with her
proud, cold, wordless contempt!"
"Howly mitherl an what a taching this
expairianco wud be to sum o' thiia as holds
spiteand hathred anion gt him selves, ef they
only cud be hero to hear an' see," said
Ancil, desperately, as ho turned the portrait
to its reversed position.
Then they started with Sir Rupert for
his apartments.
"1 wish to his highness that this may be
his last trip," exploded Mareia, desperately,
as she banged the massive door to its place
with an angry wrench, and turned the key
in tho lock viciously.
"Hush! yohaythenish spalpeen," repri
manded Peggy, savagely. "An' ye'U need
to chop out this night's lesson feryer avil
feclin's."
"It's no evil thing to wish him dead, I'm
sure," responded Mareia, with a defiant
toss of her head. The dismayed Clarkson
mado no response to this assertion, and
Mareia hung the key in its accustomed ring
with the air of one who has won the day by
a rash, but nevertheless complimentary,
method.
Outside tho Hall the winds were whis
pering in the great elms and sighing in tho
dark, gloomy yews, predictive of a rising
storm.
Not one of the inmates, however, bad
noticed the gathering of tho threatening el
ements, so intense had been tho weird ex
citement within. A sudden and heavy peal
of thunder drew their attention to the fact,
and they hurried up the staircase as fast as
their almost helpless master would allow.
Ho bad become in these latter days of his
life terribly frightened whenever a thunder-storm
came on, and they wished to get
him into his own apartments belore the
tempest burst over Heatherieigh.
But he was not to be hu rricd. He slowly
mounted the stairs murmuring: "So proud!
so cold! so dumb! Oh! Miriam! No pity;
no love:"
Suddenly there came a vivid and blinding
flash, followed by a peal of bsaven's artil
lery that reverberated through the Hall,
and seemed to shake Heatherieigh to its
ancient corner-stone.
Sir Rupert staggered and fell prone on
the landing without a cry; the servants
carelessly extinguished the tapers in their
terror and Peggy shrieked out that the "God
above had taken Mareia at her wurrud."
- CHAPTER XVn.
Wedding bells rang out ckar and sweet
on tho soft, breezy September air. It was
the morning of Patty's wedding. All nat
ure vied with the merry-making of the in
mates of Fairfax Place to make the day one
never to bo forgotten for its beauty.
Mme. Montcalm, the mother of the
groom, and his sister Louise, a pale, quiet
, -. ujr ar -w v-,
girl, in silks and diamonds, had come down
from London to take part ia the festivities.
The Fairfax family not being yet out
of mourning, the wedding was a quiet
one, and did' not take on the air
of grandeur Mme. Montcalm desired
it might. She was rather vain and
fond of display, and this being the occasion
of the marriage of her only son, she was a
little disappointed that the momentous af
fair did not come out in the blaze of social
glory she deemed necessary. Nevertheless
she was sure that her son Hollis was mar
rying into a very aristocratic family, and
that his wife was a model of good breeding
and a beauty of tho pure English type, and
that was something to be proud of.
They had lost their property, to bo sure,
once, but now they were, if any thing, bet
ter off than formerly; though people did
say that it was mainly through the super
human efforts and wonderful business tact
of the dead brother and son that the Fair
fax house .was again recognized in polite
society.
"I am so glad that it happens to bo such
a perfect day, it portends a happy life, you
know."
Mine. Montcalm was speaking to one
of the guests in the handsomely decorated
rooms at the Fairfax home.
"Yes," answered tho ono addressed. "I
sincerely hope the second marriage of tho
Fairfax house will prove a happier one than
tho first; though that one was happy enough
had not its first years been clouded with
hard, grinding toil, and the last by the
failing health, and finally the death of the
husband."
"I understood they wero very much de
voted to ono another," said Mme. Mont
calm, avoiding the mention of toil, which
grated on her aristocratic ears, and devot
ing herself to the heart-side of the subject.
"Oh! certainly," was the rejoinder.
"Arthur Fairfax was a devoted husband to
a most devoted wire, isy the bye, bis
widow will not be here at Patricia's wed
ding. She is just recovering from a long
illnecs and, although able to be about, will
not undertake the trip."
And other guests having arrived, came
up to claim the attention of the speaker
and get an introduction to tbo very aristo
cratic madame, the mother of the groom,
whoso vanity was very much flattered by
tho attention she was receiving from Pa
tricia's friends.
No, Miriam could not go over to attend
Patty's wedding; she felt that she had no
part in happiness now; but the day was
beautiful, and Patty, sister Patty, would be
very happy. It was not far over to Fairfax
Place, a lonely country seat, just outside a
dreamy, quiet village, nestled among the
hills, some few miles up tho shore. Patty
had wanted her to come, but had not urged,
knowing that her heart was soro over her
losses.
She walked the length of the bit of beach
below the rocks where she had been sitting
out the morning. A great white gull cir
cled over her head ami sped away as free as
air. The morning sun danced on the calm
waters, and a fewvhite drifting clouds lay
lazily above the downs stretching away to
ward tho citv.
It was on aday somcthinglike this, though
not nearly so perfect, that she and Arthur
were married; but not with sanction and
merry-making which -would smile a God
speed for Patricia.
Hark! what wasfliat? Was it Patty's
weddin? chimed She hardlv thouirht she
A could heartfCHBbells of St. Martin from
where sho ftooa. But, yes; it must bo
them. Miriam put her hands quickly to her
ears to shut out the sound, and sat down by
an overturned boat to think. as she selfish-hearted,
that she could not bear to bear
tho ringing of the bills even! No; but
some way it brought it all back so vividly
her own weduing night. Not like Patty's
marriage, celebrated in the glow of tho
beautiful morning, amid friends and music
and flowers; no, in tho shadows and quiet,
somber interior of lonely little All Saints'
she was given away by a stranger, and as
a wife she crossed the gloomy porch and
walked by the dead, out to the portals of the
quiet church-yard, without a song, without
a flower, or a smile.
Well, it was fitting, after all; the cere
mony wasonlyatypeof all the rest. No! not
all, for Arthur, dear, dead Arthur was true
and affectionate, but she meant tho dark
sido of the after years. She had only the
shadows of death in view this morning;
they were always trailing across her path
way; their dank denscness had grown sec
ond nature to her soul, for sho had become
morbid on shadows.
But it wouldn't do, this moping fefever
in the mists; sho would go up to tho house,
and be glad for Patricia. About now the
fair village lassies were strewing flowers in
Patty's way happy Patty 1
Drawing tho soft, rich wrap about her
frail shoulders, Miriara toiled wearily up
over the rugged path toward tho Rest, try
ing to feel happy for dear sister Patty's
sake. Where a turn came in the path, by
a rock jutting out from among its hoary
fellows, Miriam paused for rest.
She might have had the carriage and have
driven down tho beach road, but she chose
to be alone. The presence of even the boy
in livery would have disturbed her to-day,
she thought, so she had descended the
bridle-path alono lor her morning walk on
the shore.
Far away she caught sight of sails gleam
ingin the sunlight; some pure white, some
cream and rose-tinted, and a great wave of
something like homesickness crept over
her. The letter which a white-winged
messenger had sped away with months ago
had been answered. And that dear friend
of her mother's had said : "Come ;" but only
a lew days after the receipt of the friendly
epistle a raging fever had seized her and
sho had hovered between this world and the
next for days. Since then she had not been
strong enough to undertake a voyage, espe
cially unattended.
In those uncertain days of her severe ill
ness Patricia had never left her bedside.
Devoted and kind, she had nursed her
through until the physician said: "She will
live." Why she had not been permitted to
cross over and enter into rest-and be with
her beloved ones was to Miriam a dark
problem.
But now, as soon as she was strong
enough to warrant starting, she was going
to her mother's friend on the shores of tho
Narragansett, to cozy little Bay View, as
the place had been described to hcrby letter.
A party of rosy-cheeked children passed
her, scampering down the path, their prim,
pretty nurse bringing up the rear with the
lunch basket on one plump arm, while over
tbo other she had swung her bat with its
wreath of wild autumn flowers she had
gathered by the roadside. They made a
pretty picture. Ono of the children ran up
to her, offering her a bouquet of yellow
fall flowers i had crushed into a withered
condition in its chubby palms. She took tho
blossoms with a 'thank you" to please the
little one, while the rosy nurse curtsied! re
spectfully and passed by.
They were from Tho Cliffs, a pleasant,
roomy mansion some two miles farther up
the shore; doubtless the family carriage
had been left up at Atherton Place, a f ew
rods from The Rest, and the children bad
been sent down to the beach for a half-
day's outing in charge of Erms, the bright
eyed foreign nurse-girl.
Miriam recognized them instantly, having
met them on the beach quite of tea during
the summer, and the Athcrtons, sho bad
learned, were relatives.
"What a happy little party," mused
Miriam, looking after them and watching
rather regretfully each little head pass
down and out of sight. "What a merry,
sunny home The Cliffs must be," she added,
thoughtfully.
A merry shout from one of the children
; raueniionanu ue. wr
wllhue
ThJ purple ivy clusters showed rich and
dark against the gray stone of the old wall
bv which she passed, while here and there
a great leaf of the luxurious vino flamed
into scarlet. Ah! yes, it was' autumn;
autumn of the cycling year once more and
dreary, desolate autumn of her ncart and
aimless life; and she looked up through the
tree-dotted park and saw through hot tears
the silent grandeur of the Rest. The cur
tains were drawn, and rooms filled with a
desolateness that made her heart sink.
But the windowsmust.be thrown open,
tho knotted crape removed, and tho merry
sunshine must be admitted, for Patty was
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"WHAT A I1APPV LITTLn PARTY!"
coming soon, and Patty's life and exuberant
spirits should not be dampened by even a
suggestion of what she had suffered. No;
it would be cruel.
And Patty came. The great lonely drawing-room
was thrown open, and tho sweet
toned piano in the dim recess, which
had been siteut as the grave for so long,
was once more brought to light, and to life
also, for Patty's deft lingers swept tho for
gotten chords and made music once again.
Miriam felt at first that it was almost
sacrilege, but tho sober second thought
prompted a saner view of tho matter. But
tho tears would como in spite of her efforts
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to be cheeriui, lor now sue baa not even a service will be disgraced. The Chapul
home. It was Patty's, and she-wcll,.sho t h havo n t traditions to
was welcome, nay, urged to mako it her, .'.. . ;, . . .. .. . ..
,m ,.-;tH ti.m ,i wm ATti ' sustain them, for in the tinio of tho
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his genial, cordial way, had requested her j
to do so. But it wasn't homenotwithstand-
ing, yet Patricia made it pleasant for her,
very pleasaut, and next to the beloved dead,
she loved Patricia.
They had been sitting in the cozy little
parlor upstairs, which commanded a lovely
bit of sea view, she and Patty, in the bright,
sweet weather of tho late autumn, busy
discussing a little run Hollis intended to
make down to the mines for his father-in-law
when a letter was brought in.
"Were is tho mistress of Jhe 'ousel" de
manded tho carrier of the porter who
answered his impatient ring. "Hi was to
give this letter into 'crown 'ans," he added.
before the polite servant could make an-1
swer. roninvuu me puner usuereu una
into the waiting-room and sent for Patricia.
"Ere is a letter of important news,
missus, ban hit requires han hanswer
right ha-way," communicated the lad, ris
ing with cap In hand as Patricia came for
ward. "Please to wait a moment, then," said
Patricia, scanning the superscription in the
dim light
TO BE CONTINUED.
STYLE IN WRITING.
Tlionsbts 3Iailn Imperishable by the
Beauty of Their Setting.
Thero must bo workmanship as well as
design. The way a thing is dono can kill
it or give it life. The touch of Cellini makes
the precious metal a hundred-fold moro
precious. We do demand ideas from an
author; but if he docs not know, or does
not care to know, how to express them, he
might as well not have them, and might
better set up as a reviewer. It is easier
business to disparage literature than to pro
ducoit; easier to undervalue style than to
acquire it However, that undefinablo dis
tinction which we callrfjb is quite capa
ble of taking care of itself. A page of
prose or verse without this quality is like a
man without g od manners; ho may be a
person of excellent intentions, but he is not
desirable company, and ultimately finds
himself dropped.
A notable thing in every work poem,
history or novel that has survived its own
period is perfection of form. It is that
which has kept it It is the amber that
preserves the fly. I have no doubt that
thousands of noble conceptions havo been
lost to us because of the inadequacy of their
literary form. Certain it is that many
thoughts and fancies, of no great value in
themselves, have been made imperishable
by the faultlcssncss of their setting. For
example, if Richard Lovelace whose fe
licities, by tho way, were purely accidenta,
had said to Lucas ta: "Lucasta, my girl,
I couldn't think half so much of you as I do
if I didn't feel it my duty to enlist for the
war. Do you catch on !" if Richard Love
lace, I repeat, had put it in that fashion, his
commendable sentiment would havo been
forgotten in fifteen minutes; but when he
said
"I could not love thee, dear, so much
Loved I not honor more"
ho gave to England a lyric that shall last
longerthan the Thomas embankment The
difference in the style of these two ad
dresses to Lucasta illustrates just the dif
ference there is between literature and that
formless commonplace which certain of our
critics suppose to be life. Atlantic
Admlratloa and ZABffhter.
Admiration and laughter are of such op
posite natures that they are seldom cre
ated by the same person. The man of
mirth is always observing the follies and
weaknesses, the serious writer the virtues
or crimes, of mankind; one is pleased with
contemplating a fop, the other a hero; even
from the samo objects they would draw dif
ferent ideas.
m
Cocaine la Variola.
Dr. Cerni calls attention in La Xbrmandie
Medioalo to recent observations regarding
the treatment of variola by tho employment
of cocaine in doses of from two to live cen
tigrams. The period of suppu ration is said
to Be shortened to a remarkable extent, and
the general result produced are most satis
factory. Tokqcoi?, given by loving bands, carries
with it happiness and good fortune. Its
color always pales when the well-being t
the-giver is ia peril. Ills aa emblem ef
prosperity, and is dedicated to December.
In the zodiac it stands for BaSfcra, aaa"ai
metallurgy for lead.
MEXICO'S WEST POINT.
How Cadet Are Trained la the Military
School at Chapajtrper.
At present about thirty per cent, of
the officers of tho army are graduates of
the national Military College at Cha
pultepec, where about three hundred
cadets constantly are in training, and
whence about sixty officers are graduated
ippp-ffhy. I.
similar to that at West Point, and the
' gradual retirement of the older officers,
. combined with this constant addition of
young officers whphave been thoroughly
trained in accordance with tho best of
modern military theories, is having a
very marked effect in raising the moral
tone of the army and in increasing its
practical efficiency. Tho cadets, as a
rule, are drawn from the upper classes
of Mexican society, but among them
and this is a very prominent element in
tho new army aro a number of young
fellows whose brown or brownish skins
show their native Indian blood. It is a
notable and hopeful fact that the
native Indians more and more are com
ing to tho front in tho government of
their own country. Juarez, who, all
things considered, was the greatest
statesman that Mexico as yet has pro
duced, was an Indian of the pure blood,
and President Diaz owes in part to his
dash of this lino strain his patient reso
lution and his steady courage in con
tending with great difficulties. Tho
presence of these brown-faced lads
among tho cadets, and of brown
faced men in the national Congress and
in the various departments of tho
government, is a sign of healthy
national growth, of which tho
importance scarcely can bo over
estimated. As a whole, the ca
det battalion presents a flno soldierly
appearance; and tho individual cadet,
as seen on the streets of tho City of
Mexico on Sundays and feast-days, when
off from Chapultepec on all day leave,
is as well set-up, soldierly a young fellow
as is to be found anywhero. And even
the "eockyness" of these spruce lads in
their handsomo uniforms, while likely
to make an old soldier smile a little in
a kindly way. is a sign of proper pride
in an honorable profession that an old
soldier best appreciates and is least dis
posed seriously to condemn. Pride in
the uniform means pride in the service,
and is a sign that when tho time comes
, for lighting neither tho uniform nor the
American invasion they lore a brave
part in defending tho hill on which
their college stands against the assault
of Scott's army. At the baso of the
i'-hill a monument iittinslv commemo-
rates the heroism of these young sol
diers and eloouentlv exhibits how well
they fought by tho long list of names
graven upon it of those who that day
died. Altogether, tho Military College
is an institution of which the Mexicans,
in the army and out of it, are justly
proud; for both in its processess and in
its results it is highly creditable to the
nation at large. Ae..important adjunct
.tffto college, -jsjeftly established, is
", artillery schoBin which officers of
that arm take a post-graduate course,
and to which officers in the service are
detailed for instruction. Thomas A.
Janvier, in Harper's Magazine.
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First Published la 1878.
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