Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune, March 23, 1873, Page 7

Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune dated March 23, 1873 Page 7
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WASHINGTON. Some Representative Men in the Lobby. The Cotton-Tax Man and the Great $7,000,000 Bore. The French Spoliationist and the Levee Fellow. From Our Oun Correspondent. Washington, March 18,1573. I have no doubt that many of my readers mar be asking themselves, What kind of a follow is a lobbyist to look at ? DEFINITION, A lobbyist is an operator upon his acquaint ance, his wits, and his audacity. Your lobbviet may bo an old man, whose experience, aplomb, suavity, or venerablcuess may recommend him. He may be a strong man in middle life, who commands what he is paid for doing by a knowledge of his own force and magnetism. Ho may bo an adroit young man, full of hollow pro fession, who dexterously leads his victim along from terrace to terrace of sentimentalitv, until that dell is roachc 1 where tho two men become confederates, and may whisper the truth to each other. bon noamiE. The average lobbyist must eoem an agreeable man, whether he be so or no. Ho is seldom so foolish as to risk a quarrel for no end, and therefore a newspaper-writer con readily approach him and leam tho news, —there being a tacit truce understood between them, by which the writer gets his news on the under standing that he will give trouble, in tho way of revelations, to none lees than tho lobbyist’s principals. The native lobbyist rather likes to read quick-witted accounts of such operations as he is about, and, if somebody in his own line, other than himself, be described, enjoys the matter hugely. I recollect, on one occasion, having it sug gested to me that a sketch on the game of poker as played at Washington might incidentally trend upon a character of loblw influence not generally understood. The intimation which I received was, that certain prominent men in Congress and the Government were very fond of the Western game of draw-poker; and that certain gentlemen in tho lobby, know ing this fact, humored tho inclination, and played a losing game with the aforesaid dig nitaries, in order that the acquaintance might be closer, and tho legislative business in hand easy to approach. It is well-established that, if you can deceive a man into believing that ho has plundered you at cards, ho feels under a sort of chlvalric obligation ; and hence a strong lobbyist will permit himself to loao heavily at tiio poker table, under the assumption that'the great Con gressman who wins the stake will loou. leniently upon tho little appropriation ho means to ask lor. As the appropriation is sure to bo twenty fold the loss at cards, it is plain that tho loser really plays the best game at poker. iziscumr AFOOT. On this occasion. I wont directly to a couple of fellows whom I knew to bo prime hands at the draw game, and stated to them that I could not jplay poker, and wanted to get an idea of it, sans experience, and also some points with which to point my article. Both men entered into the tpiric of the proposition, and, while on© sat down, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and gave mo some inside information, the other slipped off and bought a book called “ The American Iloylo,” which he cent to me under the frank of tho very member of Congress who was to bo the subject of tho article. THE COTTOK-BUG. Amongst the lobbyists at Washington, is one very agreeable, well-behaved, and most learned man, who is on excellent terms with some of the most prominent of the Judges, Senators, etc., at the Capita!. He formerly enjoyed the advan tages of a partnership at law, and in a distant State was quite an iuiiucnco In politics and at .the bar. I believe that an unfortunate streak of luck came to him in tho course of hia practice, by which ho was able, upon a speculation involving some legisla tive proceedings, to make very much more money in a short space of time than ho could do in a year or two by methodical practice. What ever the cause, ho slipped his moorings as a fair lawyer, and took to the Legislature every win ter, but never in support of any small matter. His propositions were'aii imperial, and to hear him talk you would think his ends were his country’s. Ins God’s, and truth’s. Ho had a fine way of'talking about “the equities,” whichho ex plained to be something superior in morals to more points of law and evidence; and, with his fine, grave face, suave manner, and enormous determination, he never failed to be respectable, and 1 always wondered bow he over could fail. Yet be always did fail. —that is, he could inspire sufiicient cc ufidonce in those who backed him with money to be kept at Washington from year to year at their expense, but nla proposals woro so preposterous in tho amount asked, that no bouy dared to vote for them. On one occasion £ was bound to New York, when this gentleman was discovered to have tho adjacent berth to mine, and to be my compan ion in those agreeable hours one spends sitting up until the berth shall be made, the lights put down, and tho last passenger turned in. I was but imperfectly aware of hie business at Waah • ington, where be had always addressed me re spectfully, and, with a lazy man’s privilege, I turned to him more unguardedly than on pre vious occasions, and soon found myself under the glamour of a very remarkable mind. Ho bad spent much of his life in a distant part of the country, amongst asso ciations interesting in themselves, and the grade of his acquaintances was high, md often eminent. He was President-making on this particular evening, and called my atten tion to the force, record, and consistency of somo gentlemen whom I hid never thought of (n association with the Chief magistracy. As hP proceeded in his talk,l felt a luminous mind near me as truly as If 1 had been sitting close under some shining: orb.' His literary tastes woro just crude enough to be original and honest. His acquaintance with men was that of one who never took a suggestion but ho gave one back like an equal. There was bearing in the man also, and that feeling of warm interest in my youth which had the effect to make me feel that there was something to pity in my associate. Without any clear knowledge that he had ever been wronged, I got to feel that his dosert had been unequal to his aspira tion, and imperceptibly the impression was made upon mo that he hod lost his grasp upon fortune by too much courage, rather than by the abandonment of his friends; for, like every man in the lobby, as I afterwards found out, he placed much stress upon personal fidelity. You never find a genuine lobbyist but bo makes it a point of honor that friendship is the last manly element to be given up,and 1 suppose that this is an approximate notion to that older relation we express when we say that there is honor among thieves. At 'Washington, one hears much more of loyalty to one’s friends than of loyalty to one’s country. In fact, one would soon become unpopular in that promiscuous society by affect ing any undue or juvenile consideration for bis country. They expect John A. Bingham, or DanielToorhces, or some of the professional or ators, to attend to that kind of sentiment exclu sively. Time ran on, end I discovered what my quon dam companion of the sleeping-car was working brain upon daring the ponding session. He bad *m ue echemo, baaed upon the nicest princi ples of to take £(50,000,000 out of the Treasury to the cotton-tax. X have never been able to myself that he did not be lieve he was engaged « highly meritorious duty in seeking to have tn»>. cotton-tax taken out of tho Treasury and refund, because, as he expressed it, the Supremo Coiut bad been '•’Tall. ' equally divided on the subject, and woald cer tainly have made a decision as he argued u, ex cept that two unjudicial Justices had been added to the Bench to anticipate certain railway decis ions, and were not to be relied upon when a fine point of law and honor came up. The SOO,- 000,000 wore not to be grossly shoveled out of the Treasury, for my friend was no such gross disturber of the revenues and the tax scale. Like every other lobbyist, ho preferred the pleasant form of a BONDED BESTirUTION. The Treasury was merely to listen to the courts, as the courts were merely to do justice to a war ridden people. If the courts should be so lost to judicial integrity as to slip the matter over from term to term, he did not entertain the sup position that a Congress of his countrymen would be equally tardy in doing their duty. When this Congress had shown, in a chlvalrio way, its origin with the constituency, and its re spect for law and “ equity,” by passing the littlo bill which he proposed, nothing else was neces sary than for the Treasury to issue *60,000,050 of bonds, redeemable in forty years, with the proper coupons attached. Having your coupons at tached, you, as a friend of the outraged planter, were merely to collect the interest an nually; and here my friend wae wont to stop and sav, with a look which was as impressive as Cnevalior Bayard’s: “What is interest at 7 per cent to a nation like ours, which owes so much to the cotton interest ?” You can see it all in a twinkling. The whole thing involved but 000,000 or so per annum; while, meantime, with his 3 cents per pound on cotton refunded to him, the planter would tako new heart, believe again in the generosity of the country, put this annual amount into gins, seed, and labor, and push the country so tar ahead that, when the bonds came duo at the end of 40 years, so far from anything being lost, there would, only bo a magnificent investment on all sides. It would bless him that gave and him that took. If there could bo such a thing in our days os a simple-minded man in Congress, it might not bo hard to suppose that a scheme like this might carry conviction to his mind. But my friend, probably, had a less sentimental backing than this to his proposition. All that portion of the press, all those Congressmen, all the commercial interests, in the cotton area, were, perhaps, already driven up and prep ared to vote for this job os a sectional'issuo; for ho makes a great mistake who thinks wo have got out of sectionalism by getting out of slavery. It was the cotton which made the sectionalism before fully as much as the slave; because the slave might grow anywhere, but the cotton would not. In this scheme, however, there was still another powerful interest lying back in the rear, and that was a * combina tion of disinterested gentlemen who paid my friend’s expenses in Washington, and had already secured nearly the whole sum to bo re stored from the Treasury, by obtaining the re fusal of nearly all the said claims for the cotton which hod boon seized. Although 860,000,000 were to be represented by the bonds which the Treasury was to issue, it might take but a few thousand dollars to get control of the bonds in anticipation of their issue. Those few thousand dollars would, per haps, oome from some plethoric banker who was to be promised the negotiation of the bonds when the Treasury should put them out. In order to make everything fair, perhaps a stock company, with no capital to see, but plenty to 1 talk about, had arranged to distribute stock in anticipation of the bonds, to redeem the stock with the bonds when they were at lost printed, and perhaps the whole confederacy was to be ■ “ taken in ” somewhere between the passage of the bill and the issuance of the bonds. I was never so astonished as to see in one of the leading reviews of this country an argument in favor of the restitution of this tax, just about tho time the bill was being pressed upon Con gress ; and I could only account for such a re view by tho possible coincidence that an honest man had thought out tho law on this case with out knowing anything about the scheme, and that the scheme might possibly have had some fairness in a judicial view. Buring a portion of the time when this matter was pending, the fine old lobbyist was in bad health; but ho used to take his carriage, and climb into it with difficul ty, like a great commander going to the field of battle, whoa the hosts had to be mar shaled and the attack begun. Ho would come out of his door with the fire of pumose and benevolence mixed together in his eye, and, in half an hour, you would see him in the lobby, leaning upon hts cane, driving up this weak member, and appealing to the sense of rectitude in that one. until tho longer on© looked the more he wondered whether a thing could bo half os well acted under belief as under simulation. THE LEARNED BORE. Another of our sterling knights of the lobbv of Washington is the gentleman who is responsible for the great tunnel project. This man is a Columbus, & Lesscps. and ft Do Witt Clinton of his kind. Ho is, I believe, a na tive of Prussia, and a fine-looking man, with Oriental features, a dark eye, excellent address, in despite of bis German accent, and he is both an author, a pleader, and a diplomatist. Some say he Is no engineer; but, if this be the case, he has performed an enormous amount of work as a mere assumer. which would have been hard to do do as well by a real professional mining engineer. I made this gentleman’s acquaintance the first year I come to Washington, while visiting, as I was in the habit of doing, Mr. Riley, clerk of the Mining Committee. Mr. Riley had led a life of adventure; had edited a newspaper in British Columbia, and subsequently made a journey to the diamond fields of South Africa, to write a book for a Hartford publishing house. Ho died of cancer in the face before his book was completed. One day, while speaking to Mr. Riley, ho call ed my attention to some largo and beautiful al bums, filled with the richest photographs of Kings and Queens, works of art, fine architec tures, and people prominent in literature, opera, and adventure, which could bo collected in Europe. I haa never seen, even in Europe, such a perfect and exquisite library of photo graphs, and they have been uniformly the ad miration of oil who have seen them. They wore the property of the tunnel-maker. Adjacent to these photographic books was a magnificent col lection of gems, minerals, etc., from the various mines of Europe. I was told by Mr. Riley, as a mark of confidence, that ho would see to it that I should become possessed of a copy of on ex traordinary boob on mining which his great friend and collector was at that time publishing. In duo time this book came out, ana It was, in deed, on expensive and entertaining work, and of a somewhat technical character. Tho title of this work was, “ The Comstock Lode, and tho Evils of tho Present System of Mining.” It began with a description of the COMSTOCK LODE, — a mighty vein of gold and silver in the State of Nevada, which was discovered in the year 1869, and on which nearly 40 companies owned claims. Those companies had already produced the in credible sum of $130,000,000 in bullion. The shafts into the lode baa been sunk more than 1,000 feet, so that, between the cost of labor, the interference of water, and tho loss of power, the whole lode was in danger of abandonment. If abandoned, 100,000 people would be deprived of their occupation and means of subsistence 1 Such a calamity Providence bad done its part to avert by raising tho lode a thousand feet or more above the adjacent valley, which was thus manifestly designed to be used for the pro pulsion of a tunnel beneath the lode, which would at once draw off the water and carry off tho ore by an inclined plane, and 1 permit economica and vastly ramified mining for a hundred years to come. This tunnel, which would be called after its proposer, would heve a length of 21,000 feet, with shafts making the amount total 43,000. The scheme had been already proposed to eminent “experts” in Europe, who forthwith came to the aid of tho engineer with letters of indorsement, all duly printed in this beautiful volume. The mining companies working far above the lode had ogreed to pay $2 a ton for the ore which tho great tunnel should carry out for them. The tunnel was to have two substantial railroad tracks. Such tunnels had been built in Ger many and elsewhere, as in tho Harz Mountains; and the engineer staked his reputation, and gave tho whole tunnel, liberally, as security, that, if Congress would issue bonds and come to the aid of tho work to the extent of $5,000,000, $50,000,000 per annum of precious metal could be brought out, science would be benefited, tho mineral domain would be filled with immi gration, tho burdens of tho people in taxation would be reduced, and the national debt paid off! CHARACTER POINTS. Some years have passed since this book was placed in my hands, and every year tho inde fatigable engineer adds another tome, if possi ble more agreeable, more eloquent, and more convincing, in favor of tho proposition. He has obtained some private credit, and has had sym pathy among tho miners, hundreds of whom have given parts of their work for nothing; while, in Congress, men liko William D, Kelley, Gen. Banks, and Senator Nyo, have made such speeches in his favor as Queen Isabel might have delivered before tho King of Arragon in aid of Columbus. Every session of Congress finds tho engineer in goo*d apartments at Wash ington, patiently reasoning out the tho cause, showering his scorn upon those too blind to see and too selfish to help; and, in the face of the opposition of tho most powerful capital on tho Pacific Coast, he has succeeded in getting two or three reports from the Miningand other Com mittees, indorsing his project. Horace Greeley committed tho editorial columns of the Jfew York Tribune to it. If never achieved, it has become one of the notorieties of tho period. There is a certain kind of nature in your fine old lobbyist, which grows tough and sturdy by opposition. In tho amount of opposition, it avows that it finds at least tho bitter half of the appreciation which belongs to it. This tunnel, however, has not risen above the usual cares of such popular propositions, and tho handsome shares of stock of the Tunnel Company, which represent tho golden meed of victory, if ever that time comes, are not uncommon on tho streets of the Federal City. But, “Pshaw!” says your fine old lobbyist, “what is thoro wrong about our stock ? What is our property wo have a right to divide, os vra are a chartered institution under tho laws.” VEEStTS. The great banking institution which is fight- THE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE: MARCH 23, IS?3 ing tbe tunnel proposition has, however, its own suggestion for the development of the qpunrry and tlie decrease of taxation on a scale ecarccl> less extraordinary, in tbo matter of mniGATioN, While our engineering friend wants to take all the water out or tbe Comstock lodo, tho quartz company and bank which oppose him want to flood all the San Joaquin Valley with water, and redeem an empire from the drought. They have had engineers from India to demonstrate tho entire feasibility of tbo project, and I believe that their bill passed Congress near the close of the session, sustained, as it was, by all the pow erful influences which resist the scheme of the tunnel. What will become of us if tho great tunnel and the great irrigating scheme combine and drench all tho Pacino Coast with tho water pumped out of the lode ? If both tho schemes bo suc cessful, our heads will fly off; and, if both fail, where will bo our pockets ? THE OLD FRENCH CLAIiIANT, The next of our exalted lobbyists is the gen tleman who watches tho claims for French spoliation. He advertises with tho regularity of the original Jacobs, whenever tho prospect revives for paying those 70-yoar-old losses. Does tho Alabama Treatv arrange to pay losses inflicted by British slavery-corsairs ? So much more the reason for beginning in tho right way with tbo wrongs of our grandfathers I Is there a Venezuelan claim commission prepared? Then why do wo expect other Governments to deal restitution to us who began with swindling oar countrymen during the French republican wars ? \\ o think our gifted friend deceased sometimes ; like Mr. Hood’s infant: Wu thought him dying when he slept, And sleeping when he died; for, after wo have ceased to regret him, bard as his loss has been, up turns that familiar adver tisement in tho Washington journals; “ Tho French claims agency. In uninterrupt ed existence for 45 years. Justice is to be done to us at last, friends ! I have never doubted tbo integrity of the United States Government, if the matter were pressed steadily upon its atten tion. The prospects at tho psesent time are light almost unto the perfect day. Send us the name of your grandfather’s stepfather. If the middle name is remembered, please put it in ; otherwise no mattor : for wo shall he euro to know all about it. We keep a list of ships, cap tains, breadth of beam and keel, and damages at compound interest. Broken hearts, assuage your tears! All will be well by addressing Brobiggan, post-office box 41,144.” What kind of looking man is this French claim agent? I often wondered! la ho the son or grandson of himself, having inherited the busi ness in direct hue, or is no like ** Pecksniff, architect.” possessed of the designs of Chuzzle wit, merely a clerk of tho original Jacobs, who has wormed Into tho scheme or purchased it for tho heirs ? If ho be himself, tho samo in mem ory, faith, and perseverance, tho same stalwart old-huukcrof tho lobby whom Benton fought, and who stood with forcitude the thunder of Silas Wright, let him come forward and give ua a specimen hair from his bravo old wig. Let him organize tho Third House and make it regular; for laio Congresses have not oven boon dignified lobbies. THE LEVEE LOBBYIST. Do I eee amongst these great knights of the lobby my old friend who vrishea a self-respect ing government to behave itself at once, neg lect the great considerations of empire no longer, ana* rebuild the levees of the mighty Mississippi? I do! His honest face shines with its wonted fires. He is a little deaf on one side, but it does not affect tbe sonorous ness of his elocution, nor make him swerve one hair from his intent. He fought in the Con federate army, but ho laid down his arms like a man. Ho know when ho was whipped. Prom that day to this, bo has accepted the arrange ment of -bunting as we tendered it to him upon the end of a polo. He kneels to the judgment of Heaven and the comities of time. Yes, he will take something, as in former days. We eee liim wipe his magnificent brow, and grow slightly more pronounced in the Southern foreehortenlngs and inflections. We see bis forefinger extended, and that oath which has done more service on great occasions than the involuntary prayer come forth with the rare in tensity of a low'whisper. When be sees the alluvial of his country run ning by tho thousands of tons into the Gulf of Mexico, —tho richest soil under tho providence of Heaven, with capacity for several nations to tbe square acre, —to build up Cuba and that foreign archipelago which is merely tho delta of the Mis sissippi— “ Stop!” say we, “are not the West Indies of volcanic formation ?” Volcanic, of course! That’s whore the wrong and devastation lie. Left to their volcanic selves, they would bo barren as tho burning marl; but it is our alluvial which clothes them green, and makes them teem with sugar, indigo, and tobacker. Yes, be will have some Havanny tobackor, though he despises the fatality which produces it. And my lobby friend, with unfailing resources, spirits, and individualism, unfolds again hia olden tale. A few thousand miles of embank ment, at a few thousand dollars a mile, will narrow the Mississippi and each of its arteries, and correspondingly deepen them. Hence you save all that you spend for improving rivers; you make every great river navigable the year round; you can build railroads on your levees. And, instead of 6,000,000 boles of cotton, you make 15,000,000. Mark this, and wonder at the blindness of human governments! Do you spend tho Treasury’s money to accomplish such a re sult ? Oh, no! You give merely that useless credit which blesses him that gives and him that takes ; you give merely the indorsement of tho United States to tho bonds of a lovco company, which relieves tho Federal Government from tfao jealousy of the Statos in undertaking local work. The levee corporation accomplishes its object, collects taxes on all staples raised on the redeemed territory, meets the interest on tbe bonds, and pays the principal when they fall duo in 20 years. Oh. Cliivalrickards! Do you still harp upon your State rights, and prefer to be taxed by a construction compa ny instead of by your Government ? Show me that stock with which your pockets are filled! Whoso imago and superscription is it ? If men would render frankly unto CiEsar the things which are Cffisar’s, how much lees would they have to render unto God J It is this which tbe Democratic party haa grown to be. At one time jealous even of the Federal State, it apes that jealousy now, and is the slave of leveo com- Sanies and 'of Credit Mobiliers. Start not, Mr. eck of Kentucky! Had Nature not endowed you for Kentucky politics with Scottish birth, she would have bom you a Massachusetts Yankee, and the mistake would have been slight. Tbe man who talks about Federal aggression, and does not hear the rattle of chains in Credit Mobi lier, is neither a Democrat nor honest I Gath. THE EXILE OF ERIN ON PATRICK'S DAY. What sweet emotions throb within bis breast As orient sun-beams gild tho eastern way, And bid tho night-tired moon to take her rest, So usher in tho dawn of “ Patrick’s Bay.” The cxllo rises from his couch to gaze Along tho ocean where his loved home lies; In gushing splendor are the mom’s bright rays Now dancing o’er it in the cloudless skies. His heart la full of grief too deep to tell; With sweet home-thoughts bis fancy’s crowded o’er; He thinks upon that morn he bade farewell To home and friends upon his native shore. Tb&t sweet May morning—ah! it seems a dream, But too familiar to the exile now,— His boyhood’s home beside the Anner’s stream, Its sun-bright meadows by the mountain’s brow. He wanders forth with trembling hope to find But one dear treasure on that foreign strand; He leaves full many a weary mile behind To seek tho shamrock of his native land. More dear than all the gems that ocean yield* - Would be to him one dewy emerald spray. So often sought in Ireland’s sunny fields, la happier years, npon this festive day. His eye* are flowing o’er with blinding 'ears,— With tears that manhood need not Beck to hida; He now forgets tho lapse of wandering years, Ka fancy bears him on to tho Anner'g side. But scattered are the friends •whose feet would throng In hopeful love around the cheerful hearth, And hushed the notes of melody and song, Usurped the valleys that have given them birth. Ho thinks of Erin, and ho weeps her fate, That o’er the spoiler on her green hills trod; That ruined, and profaned, ana desolate, Ara temples that were formed to worship God. He knows she writhes beneath the oppressor's hand; Ilor chains and bondage she must now endure; But oh 1 there is no brighter, better land,— Her sons are brave, her daughters true and pure. And tho’ he mourns in grief far, far away, la loneliness. Upon a stranger shore, Our thoughts, our hearts, are with him on this day, Tho’ distance severs and dark oceans roar. Saint Patrick, bleat Apostle, kindly smile Upon each exile, wberecoe’er he’ll roam; Oh ! lead him back in safety to our I^le, To jvear the shamrock in his own loved home. Daisy. -—Recently, a proof-sheet of the list of mem bers of tho House of Representatives was given out, on which corrections were to be made if any errors were discovered. Soon after, the compiler of the manual received the follow ing note from one of the single men: “In proof sheet of manual in House, I see you say I am married. Please correct, or send *the woman around, end oblige.” ! HOME MATTERS. “H. H.’s” New Book—Tho Story of Blue Byes, Breaking the Will—Ventilation of Schools —The Republic of a Family. "Boys Not Allowed"—Wanted, a Home. “H.H."—whoso dainty “ VerHes,”in which are those beautiful poema, “Lifted Over,” “Love’s Fulfilling,” “Spinning,” and whoao spirited “ Bits of Travel,” in which is that droll but pathetic sketch of the “Gorman Landlady,’* won hor so wide a circle of admirers—has written a now book entitled “ Bits of Talk About Homo Matters,” (Roberts Bros., Boston; Jan sen, McClurg & Co., Chicago.) The talks aro crisp, chatty little essays on all sorts of domestic, social, and literary themes; and the first nine of them are pleas for the prevention of cruelty to children, who are, m the light of tho high and tender humanity of her code, cer tainly tho moat cruelly abused of all animals. “ H. H." talks are not idle theorizing, for plain ly tho writer knows whereof sho speaks. The first three articles, on “Tho Inhumanities of Parents,” may be startling to rigid disci plinarians ; but even the sternest cannot read tho story of Blue Eyes without sympathy for tho miniature trials that to her were mountainous. This is THE BTOBY OF BLUE EYES, as 11. H. tolls it to Blue Eyes’ mother: It was one of those ineffable mornings, when a thrill of delight and expectancy fills the air; one felt that every appointment of the day must be unlike those of other days,—must be festive, must help on tho “ white day ” for which all things looked ready. I remember how like the morning itself you looked'as you stood in the doorway, lu a fresh white muslin dress, with laven der ribbons. laald, “Oh, extravagance I For break fast I” “ I know,” you sala; “ but the day was ao enchants ing, I could not make up my mind to wear anything that had been worn before.'* Here an uproar from tho nursery broke out, and wo both ran to tho spot. There stood little Blue Eyes, in a storm of temper, with one small foot on a crumpled moss of pink cambric on tho floor ; and nurse, who was also very red and angry, explained that Miss would not have on her pink frock because it was not quite dean. “It is all dirty, mam ma, and I don’t Want to put It on! You’ve got on a nice white dress; why can't I 7” You are in the main a kind mother, and you do not like to give little Blue Eyes pain; so you knelt down beside her, and told her that she most be a good girl, and have on tho gown Mary had eaid, but that she should have on a pretty white apron, which would hide the spots. And Blue Eyes, being only 6 years old, and of a loving, generous nature, dried her tears, ac cepted the very questionable esjjcdient, tried to forget the spots, and in a few moments came out on tho piaxza, chirping Like a little bird. By this time the rare quality of tho morning had stolen like wine into our brains, and you exclaimed. “ We will have break fast out here, under the vines I How George will like it I” And in another instant you were flitting back and forth, helping the rather ungracious Bridget move out the breakfast-table, with its templing array. “ Ob, mamma, mamma,*' cried Blue Eyes, “ can’t I have my little tea-*et on a little table beside your big tablet Oh, let mo, let me l” and eho fairly quivered With excitement. You hesitated. How I watched you! But it was a little late. Bridget was already rather cross; the tea-sot was packed in a box, and upon a high shelf. *• No, dear. There is not time, and we must not moke Bridget any more trouble; but”—seeing the tears coming again—“ you shall have some real tea in papa’s big gilt cup, and another time yon shall have your tea-eel when we have breakfast out here again.” As I said before, you are a kind mother, and you made the denial os easy to be borne as you could, and Bine Eyes was again pacified, not saUafled,*only bravely mak ing the best of it. And so we bod our breakfast I a breakfast to be remembered, too. But as for the “ other time” which you had promised to Blue Eyes; bow well I knew that not many times a year did such morn ings and breakfasts oome, and that it was well she would forget all about It! After breakfast,—you re member how we lingered,—Ocorge suddenly started up, saying, “How bard it Is to go to town! I say, girls, walk down to the station with *uo, both of you.” “ And me too, me too, papa!” aaid Blue Eyes, You did not hoar her; but I did, and she had flown for her hat. At the door we found her, saying again. “Me too, mamma!” .Then you remembered her boots: “ Ob, my darling,” you Said, kissing her. for you are a kind mother, ‘‘you cannot go In those nice boots: the dew will spoil them; and it is not worth while to change them, we shall be back In a few minutes.” A storm of tears would have burst out In an Instant at this the third disappointment, If I bad not sat down on the door-step, and, taking her In my lap, whispered that juntie was going to stay too. “ Oh, put the child down, and come along,” called tbe great, strong, uncomprehending man, —Blue Eyes’ dear papa. “ Pussy won't mind. Be a good girl, pus sy; I’U bring yom a red balloon to-night.” You are both very kind, you and George, end you both love little Blue Eyes dearly. “No, I wont come. 1 believe my boots are too thin,” said I; and for the equivocation there was in my reply, I am sure of being forgiven. Tou both turned back twice to look at the child, and kissed your hands to her ] and I wondered if you did not ece in her face, what I did, real grief and patient endurance. Even “ The King of the Golden Biver " did not rouse her; she did not want a story; she did sot want mo; she did not want a red balloon at night; she wanted to ! walk between yon, to tbe station, with her little hands in yours 1 God grant tbe day may not come when you will be heart-broken because you can never lead her any more I She asked me some questions, while you were gone, which’you remember I repeated to you. Sho asked me if I did not hate nice new shoes; and why little girls could not put on the dresses they liked best; and if mamma did not look beautiful in that pretty white dress ; and said that, if she could only have bad her own tca-ect, at breakfast, she would have let me have my coffee in one of her cups. Gradually she grew happier, and began to tell me about her great wax-doll,

which bad eyes that could shut; which was kept in a trunk because sbe was too little, mamma said, to play very much with it now; but she guessed mamma would let her have it to-day; did I not think so? Alai! I did, and said so; in fact, I felt sure that it was the very thing you would be certain to do, to sweeten the day, which had began io sadly for poor little Blue Eyes. It seemed very long to her before you came back, and she was on the point of asking for her dolly as soon as you appeared; but I whispered to her to wait till you were rested. After a few minutes I took her up to your room, —that lovely room with the bay win dow to the east; there you sat, in your white dress, sur rounded with gay worsteds, all looking like a carnival of humming-birds, “ Oh, how beautiful I” I exclaimed. In Involuntary admiration; “what are you doing?” You said that you were going to make an offghan, and that the morning was so enchanting you could not bear the thought of touching your mending, but were going to luxuriate in tbe worsteds. Some time passed in sorting the colors, and deciding on the contrasts, and I forgot all about the doll. Not so little Blue Eyes. I remembered afterward bow patiently sbe stood still, waiting and waiting for a gap between our words, that she need not break the law against interrupting, with her eager— “ Please, mamma, let me have ray wax dolly to play with this morning. 11l sit right here on the floor, by you and auntie, and not hurt her one bit. Ob, please do, mamma 1” You always mean to be a very kind mother, and you spoke as gently and lovingly as it is possible to speak when you repUed; “ Oh, Pussy, mamma is too busy to get It; she can’t get up now. You can play with your blocks, and with your other dollies, just as well; that’s a good little girl.” Probably, If Blue Eyes had gone on Imploring, yon •would have laid your worsteds down, and given her the dolly; for you love her dearly, and never mean to make her unhappy. But neither you nor I were pre pared for what followed, “ You’re a naughty, ugly, hateful mamma J You never let me do any thing, and I wish you were dead !’’ with such a burst of screaming and tears that we were both frightened. You looked, aa well you might, heart-broken at auch words from your only child. You took her away; and when you came t»ck, you cried, and said you had whipped her severely, and you did not know what you should do with a child of such a frightful temper. 44 Such an outburst aa that, Just because I told her, in the gentlest way possible, that ahe could not have a plaything I It is terrible r Then i said some words to you, which you thought were unjust, I asked you in what condition your own nerves would have been by 10 o T clock that morning if your husband (who had, m one view, a much better right to thwart your harmless desires than you had to thwart your child’s, since you, In the full understand ing of maturity, gave yourself into his hands) bad, in stead of admiring your pretty white dress, told you to bo more prudent, and not put It on ; had told you it would be nonsense to have breakfast out on the piazza ; and that be could not wait for you to walk to the station with him. You said that the cases were not at all parallel; and I replied hotly that that was very true, for those matters would boro been to you only the comparative trifles of one short day, and would have made you only a little cross and uncom fortable ; whereas to little Blue Eyes they were the all absorbing desires of the hour, which, to a child in trouble, always looks as If H could never come to en end, and would ofever bo followed by anything better, Blue Eyes cried herself to sleep, and slept heavily until late in the afternoon, When her father came home, you said that she must not have the red balloon, because she had been such a naughty girl. I have wondered many times since why she did not cry ' again, or look grieved when you said that, and laid the balloon away. After 11 o’clock at night, I went to look at her, and found her sobbing la her sleep, and tossing about. I groaned as I thought, 14 This Is only one day, and there are 3C5 In a year! ” But I never rccaQ the distorted face of that poor child, at, in her fearful passion, ahe told you she wished you were dead, without also remembering that even the gcatle Christ said of him who should offend one of these little ones, “ It were better for him that a mill-stone were banged about his neck, and be were drowned in the depths of the sea! ” In the short article, “ bseaetv/? Ms wnx,” there ire earnest and much needed words against the wrong of the 44 breaking ” *o use in tho Hudson River steamboat seen® in Sam." The idea is to have each of tho child intently engaged in reading these ’ f - aha thus give an illustni mc-jt ia *ij3 a ” on& l weakness for all that is im moral chara'cti? 10 “® e tbna saUriz® oar univer doefl.Bimply propensity. .outsido pressure.” ia likely to figure in an- Sohool committees weweeks ago it published a hints in “ Tho Roign of Anrably nnon Mr. Gil dren in Nova Scotia,” and (*icd world.” The consideration to the vital questicesa of workman* VENTILATION : 'UTfid, ICED Aik “Why do you come noma so sick Uy hardens even* day ? ” wo asked of a brown litilo Vier pas entored upon his winter term at tho “ In. ab- Scbool,” after a aummor out of doors. “CTai£ all the scholars aro sick just the same way after vacation. It*s tho close air ; we don’t mind it after awhile.” There was a groat deal of pathos in what tho little follow said, when we consider the contempt for fresh air shown by ignorant architects, and by School Boards who aro eco nomical of building materials, and prodigal of the good health of our children. In tho articles, “A Day With a Courteous Mother,” “The Awkward Ago,” and “the republic of a family,” there are wholesome truths, which wo regret we cannot reprint. This extract from the last shows the common-sense tenor of all: In any average family, the position of an unmarried daughter, after she ia2o years.old, becomes leas and less what it should bo Who does not num ber, in his circle of acquaintance, many unmarried women, between the ages of 20 and 40, per haps even older, who have practically lit tle more freedom in the ordering of their own lives than they had when they were 117 ... . It ia really a monstrous wrong; but It seems to be rarely observed by tho world, and never suspected by those who aro most responsible for it. It is perhaps a question whether tho real tyrannies in this life aro those that are accredited as such. There aro certainly more than even tyrants know I In tho Ideal household of father r.nd mother and adult children, the one great aim of tho parents ought to be to supply, as fur as possible to cadi child, that freedom and independence which they have missed the opportunity of securing In homes of their own. Tho loss of this one thing alone la a bitterer drop in the loneliness of many an unmarried woman than pa rents, especially faiht-rs, are apt even to dream.—food, and clothes, and lodgings are so exalted in unthinking estimates. “11. II.,” as she ears, has been hopeless knight-errant of oppressed boyhood all her life, and “boys not allowed ” to ono of the brightest of her talks. We giro it entire It was a conspicuous signboard, at least four feet long, with largo black letters on a white ground : “ Boys not allowed.” I looked at it for some moments In a sort of bewildered surprise: I did not quite com prehend tho meaning of the words. At last I under stood it. 1 was waiting in a large railway station, where many trains connect, and most of the passengers from the train in which I was wero eating dinner In a hotel near by. 2 was entirely alone In the car. with tho exception of one boy, who was perhaps 11 yean old. 1 made an Involuntary ejaculation ad I read the words on tho sign, and the boy looked around at mo. “ Little boy,” said I, solemnly, “do you see that sign 7” Ho turned his head, and, reading the ominous warn ing, nodded bis head, but said nothing. *• Boy, what does it mean 7” said I. “ Boys must bo allowed to come into this railway station. There are two now standing in tho doorway directly under the sign,” The latent sympathy In my tone touched his heart. Ho left his scat, and, coming to mine, edged in past mo: and, putting bis head out of the vrindow, read the sentence aloud in a contemptuous tone. Then he of fered me a peanut, which I took ; aud ho proceeded to tell ms what he thought of the sign. “ Boys not allowed I” said ho. “That’s Just the way *tis everywhere ; but I never saw the sign up before. It don’t make any difference, though, whether they pxit the sign up or not. Why, in New York (you live in New York, don’t yon?) they won’t even stop the horse cars for a boy to get on. Nobody thinks anything’ll hurt a boy; but they Vo glad enough to * allow ’ us when there's any errands to bo done, nncP”— “Do you live in Now York 7” interrupted I; for I did not wish to bear the poor fellow’s list of miseries, which 1 knew by heart beforehand without his telling mo, having been hopeless knight-errant of oppressed boyhood all my life. Yes, he “lived in New York,”and he “went to a grammar-school,” ami he had “ two sisters.” And so we talked on in that sweet, ready, trustful talk which comes naturally only from children's lips, until the “ twenty minutes for refreshments” were over, and the choked and crammed passengers, who bad eaten big dinners in that breath of time, came hurrying back to their seats. Among them came the father and mother of my little friend. la angry surprise at not finding him In his seat where they left him, they exclaimed: 44 S ow,where is that boy ? Just like him I We might hare lost every one of these bags.” “ Here I am, mamma,” he called out, pleasantly. 41 1 could See the bags all the time. Nobody came Into the car.” “ I told you not to leave tbe seat, sir. What do you mean by such conduct ? ” said the father. “ Ob, no, papa.” said poor Boy, 44 you only told me to take care of toe bags.” And on anxious look of terror came into his face, which told only too well un der how severe a regime he lived. I interposed hastily with— “ I am afraid I am the cause of your little son’s leav ing his seat. He had sat very still till I spoke to him; and I believe I ought to take all the bl&me.” The parents were evidently uncultured, shallow peo ple. Their irritation with him was merely a surface vexation, which bad no real foundation in a deep prin ciple. They became complaisant and smiling at my first word, and Boy escaped with a look of great relief to another seat, where they gave him a simple luncheon of salcratus gingerbread. “Boys not allowed” to go in to dinner at the Massasoit, thought I to my self ; and upon that text I sat sadly meditating all the way from Springfield to Boston. How true it was, os the little follow had said, that “ it don't make any difference whether they put tho signup or not!” No one can wotch carefully any average household where there are boys, and not see that there are a thousand little ways in which boys’ comfort, freedom, preference will be disregarded, when the girls’ will be considered. This is partly Intentional, partly unconscious. Something is said to be undoubt edly on tbe advantage of making the boy realize early and keenly that manhood is to bear and to work, and womanhood is to be helped and sheltered. But this should be inculcated, not inflicted; asked, not seized; shown and explained, not commanded. Nothing can bo surer than tbe growth in a boy of tender, chivalrous regard for his sisters and for all women, if tbe seeds of it be rightly sown and gently nurtured. But the common method is quite other than this. It begins too harshly, and at once with assertion or assump tion. “ Mother never thinks I am of any consequence,” said a dear boy to me, the other day. “ She’s all for the girls,’’ This was not true; but there was truth in it. And lam very sure that the selfishness, the lack of real courtesy, which we see so plainly and pitiably in tho behavior of the average young man to>day is the slow, certain result of years of Just such feelings as this child expressed. Tho boy has to scramble for his rights. Naturally, be is too busy to think much about the rights of others. The man keeps up tho habit, and is negatively selfish without knowing it. Take, for instance, the one point of tho minor cour tesies (if we can dare to call any courtesies minor) of daily intercourse. How many people aro there who habitually speak to a boy of 10, 12, or 14, with tho same civility as to his sister, a little younger or older 7 “ I like Miss ,” said this some dear boy to me, one day ; “ for she always bids me good-momlng.” Ah I never is one such word thrown away on a lov ing, open-hearted boy. Men know that safe through oil tho wear and tear of life they keep far greener the memory of some woman or some man who was kind to them in their boyhood than of the friend who helped or cheered them yesterday. Dear, blessed, noisy, rollicking, tormenting, com forting boy I What should we do without him 7 How much we like, without suspecting It, his breezy pres ence in the bouse 1 Except for him. how would er rands be done, chairs brought, nails driven, cows stoned out ot our way, letters carried, twine and knives kept ready, lost things found, luncheon car ried to picnics, three-year-olds that cry led out of meeting, butlcrllios, and birds’ nests, and birch-bark got, the horse taken round to the stable, borrowed things sent home—and all with no charge for time 7 Hear, patient, busy Boy I Shall we not sometimes answer his questions ? Give him a comfortable scat 7 Wait and not reprove him till after the company haa fone 7 Let him wear his beet Jacket, and buy him alf os many neckties as his sister has ? Give him some honey, even if there is not enough to go round 7 Lis ten tolerably to his little bragging, and help him “ do” hin sums 7 With a sadden shrill scream the engine slipped off on a side-track, and the cars glided into the grcat.grim city-station, looking all the grimmer for its twinkling lights. The masses of people who were waiting and the masses of people who had come surged toward each other like two great waves, and mingled in a mo ment. I caught sight of my poor little friend, Boy, following his father, struggling along in the crowd, carrying two heavy carpet-bags, a strapped bundle, and two umbrellas, and being sharply told to “ Keep up clof.e there.” 44 Ha!” said I, savagclv, to myself, 44 doing porters’ work is not one of the things which 4 boys’ are 4 not allowed.’ ” The last talk ia called “WANTED—A HOME.” Club-life in Chicago baa not yet become tbo dread destroyer of wifely happiness that it is in New York and London, but these fell institu tions are multiplying, and, if Chicago wives hope to maintain a successful rivalry with their attractions, let them hasten to study 44 H. H.’s” words of wisdom. Men, she Bays, 44 are wide awake and gay at clubs and races, and sleepy and morose in their own houses; 44 sons lead lives independent of their fathers, and apart from their sisters and mothers;” 44 girls run about as they please, without care or guidance.” This state of things is ,4 a spreading social evil,” and men are at their wit’a end to know what is to be done about it.” The trouble la in the homes. Homes are stupid, homes are dreary, homes are insufferable. If one can bo pardoned for the Irishism of such a saying, homes are their own worst “ banes.” If homes were what they should be, nothing under Heaven could be in vented which could be bane to them, which would do more than serve as useful foil to set off their better cheer, their pleasanter ways, their wholesomer joys. To make them such, to fight the fight against the tendencies to monotony, stupidity, and instability which are Inherent in human nature, is the work of women; this is the true mission of women, their “ right ” divine and unquestionable, and including most emphatically the 14 the right tc labor.” Before she can do tide, she must have development; in and by tbs doing of this comes constant develon- Wiziak to America, but ahe was cnlevoe for the Cairo theatre, where Yorger, Stoltz, Waldm&nn, and Smcroschi are also going. Mr. Strakosch has bought tho sole right to the. production of “ Aida 1 * in America, Ho baa consented to leave Adelina Patti in Russia for another year, his Erivilego to her contract for this year haring eon bought from him on high terms by the management.” THE HAYHAKEHS. Mr. George F. Root’s cantata of “The Hay makers " was given at the University-Place Bap tist Church, on Thursday evening last, with great success and to a crowded house. Ilia soloists wore as follows: Mary, Mies Fannie Root; Anna, Miss Nettie Everts; Dairy Maid, Miss Georgia Leonard: Farmer , Mr. C. T. Root: William, Mr. G, S. Stebbins; John, Mr. • \V. B. Roney: Snipkins, Mr. George F. Boot. Misses Clara and Nellie Boot also took part be&utlfi conc °ried music, and tho whole passed off commoup£ ntly &Q invitation was extended on good work foQ r & repetition, and accepted, next woman created*}icg being selected, the'place being rily looked in her neries of resolutions was also and it always rang clWibbard, and passed by the au to **■ K °° tfor the essay or story she had oft, niu cussed in the evening, thcro wa requesting him her influence. She has always b&al society for the be my ideal of a mother, wife, homo A.the University, quick train, loving heart, and exquisite National Nor added tho appliances of wealth and the of which of a wider culture, hers would have been n f tho ideal homo. As it was, it was the best I havt seen. It is moro than twenty years since I crossot. threshold. Ido not know whether she Is living or not. But, as I see houso after house in which fathers and mothers and children are dragging out their lives in a Lap-hazard alternation or listless routine and unpleas ant collMon, I always think with a sigh of that poor little cottage by the seashore, and of the woman who was “ the light thereof and I find In tho faces of many men and children, as plainly written and as sad to pee as in tho newspaper columns of 44 Personals,” 44 Wanted,—a home.” TREE-PLANTING. Ornamental Planting on tlic Streets and Avcuuok, B? U. W. S. CLEVELAND, LANDSCAPE GARDENED. Since the appearance of my communication of last week on the above subject, I have been asked several times what I meant by an u un sympathetic ” method of tree-planting. Loir mo forestall further questioning by referring all inquirers to the printer, who probably .thought the word more expressive than “un systematic,” which woa what I wrote. In that article I endeavored to show the ob jectionable character of the universal custom of inclosing the front areas of fine residences with railings or fences, which never fail to injure the appearance of a street or avenue, calling at tention, by way of illustration of what I would recommend instead, to an elegant residence in front of which the stone curbing has been set preparatory to the erection of a railing, which has not yet been put in place. Such a curbing, rising a few inches above ’ the sidewalk, is all the inclosuro that Is needed in the ordinary coses, where the houses are in juxtaposition, or nearly so. If the area extends, on either or both sides, to the rear of the house, and it la desirable, ou any account, to shut off that portion from the street, a light railing may be run across from house to house, on the line of their fronts. If a garden is one of the appurtenances of the place, it must, of course, bo in closed ; bat the fact should never be i forgotten that the fence is not, and cannot bo made, an ornament to the garden, and is only the more offensive in proportion as it assumes to challenge attention by its pretensions to ele gance. It is simply, a necessary guard, and should perform its duties in the moat simple and inconspicuous | manner consistent with efficiency. But the great majority of cases to which I allude are those where the houses are immediately, or very nearly, in connection, but setting back 15 or 20 feet from the sidewalk. In all such cases, the front fence should he dispensed with entirely, and the front area simply filled and sodded even with the top of the curbing, and divided into beds by the necessary paths of gravel, stone, or asphalt, which should also ho flush with the grassy surface. In some cases, flowering shrubs or beds of flowers maybe tastefully introduced, as I shall show hereafter. The objections which will be made to the proposition to do away with front fences, and throw tho area open to the street, will arise mainly from the feeling that it involves, to a ! certain extent, a surrender of private rights; and it will, of course, be said that it is im possible to preserve the grass or flowers from being destroyed or stolen by trespassers. As an illustration of the principle which may be cited in reply, let me relate an anecdote, for tho truth of which I can vouch: Nearly 40 years ago, a gentleman In an East ern city opened a private classical school for boys, and fitted up his Bchool-room in a style at that time unheard of, —with handsome mahogany desks, a carpeted floor, and tho wails adorned with works of art. His friends remonstrated with him against such needless extravagance, assuring him that his fine furniture would onlv bo a temptation to tho boys to deface and destroy it. His reply was: •* On the contrary, it will teach them to behave them selves like gentlemen,- which is quite as impor tant a part of their education os Latin or Greekand the result proved that he was right. When it was first proposed in Paris to make gardens of grass and flowers in the Champs Elyseos and public squares, it was scouted at as an impossibility with such a rough and excitable people; and one of the strongest arguments of the oppo nents of the New York Control Park was the absurdity of such an extravagant outlay for a public garden, which would serve only aa a temptation to the rowdy element of the popula tion. Yet,in thosoandmanyothercases where the experiment hasbecnjtried, it was found, not only that the flowers wore undisturbed, but that they exert a constant and powerful, though silent, influence in refining the character of the people, by the very sense of confidence implied by their presence,'their beauty, and their help lessness. It is possible that at first, while it was a new thing, advantage might be taken of the oppor tunities offered for the perpetration of potty outrages, but, with the growth of the custom, the temptation would pass away, while the interest in the prevention of outrages would become almost universal; and let it be remembered that the cost of fences which would be saved would more than suffice for the support of an ample police force till such time as the practice hod become habitual. As to the surrender of private rights, nobody now makes any use of the front area, except by trying to make it contribute to tho attractive appearance of the premises; and, for the most part, the effort to do so is con fined to tho erection of the fence, which so far conceals whatever is behind it that Its beauty is lost, and shades the ground so much that only a haif-etarved and sickly vegetation is possible, which is, of all things, tho most forlorn and de pressing. If tho fences wore removed, and the ground properly prepared, grass could bo hod every where, and, in most cases, nothing should be at tempted beyond tho securing of a rich green sward, which is always beautiful and refreshing, and requires no care for its protection from year to year. Flowers cannot, of courso, bo cultivated on the south side of streets running cost and west, as they would get no sun; ana their culture should m no case be recommended unless some member of the family has suffi cient love of them to induce a personal supervision. so that they may never wear the appearance of neglect. There are, however, many varieties of flowering shrubs which may bo grown in such places with perfect success, and requiring no moro care than grass or trees. In selecting these, regard should be had to their size at ma turity, which should be proportionate to the space they are to occupy, liua is a point which is rarely regarded; and it is very common to see trees or large shrubs planted in areas so small that they fill them before they aro half grown, whereas they should never bo cramped, or occu py a space out of proportion to their relative im portance. Some of the dwarf evergreens might be intro duced with charming effect as area-ornaments, such as the “ pigmy fir,” •* dwarf black spruce,” and “ Gregory's dwarf fir,” —the first of which grows only a foot or two in height, tbo others from 3 to 5 feet, but spread themselves out over a diameter of lor 5 feet, and cover the whole with a dense mass of evergreen foliage Tho Irish and the scaled junipers (j. squomata) are also appropriate and attractive ornaments for area-planting; and, of deciduous shrubs, there is a large choice of varieties, though many which thrive in tho same latitude at the East cannot be grown here. The different varieties of Ulaca, the bash-honeysuckles, weigelas, syringas, euooyznous, and some of the spireas and dentzias, can be grown here with out difficulty, and might, by tasteful management, be frequently introduced. a series of papers in tho Messenger, descriptive of foreign musical celebrities whom ho has met. The Musical Independent, Hr. Goidbeck’a ma gazine, ia out for March. It contains the fourth part of tho Musical History of Chicago, devoted to the operatic record, admirable editorial arti cles on musical subjects, and a thorough review of musical intelligence. It Is duo to Mr. Gold beck to say that ho is making one of the best musical magazines in tho country. THE DEATH OT CARLO PATTI. Tho telegraph baa already announced the death of Carlo Patti, tho violinist, brother of Adalina, Carlotta and Amalia Patti, which took place at St. Louis oa tho 17th inst. Ho was bom in the green-room of tho Theatro Royal, Madrid, during tho performance of tho opera of Norma, in tho writer of 1812. His mother, then a popular prlma donna, on the evening of ilia birth, lent her enperb voice to the first two acts of that opera, but was forced, from her Indisposition, to desist from attempting any further Binging, ami retired to her room, where, shortly after, the celebrated violinist was born. The deceased, in his twentieth year, had attained such proficiency in the use of bis favorite instrument, the violin, that he led the orchestra at the Varieties Theatre, New Orleans, his father, mother, and sisters having come to this country some years previous. Afterward he made a tour of concerts as violin* soloist with Qottecb&lk. His af&iatiou with the | South led him to eftter the Confederate service, lin which ho served with distinction. Later tho chief triumphs of his career woro in forming and J directing the great orchestra of tho Grand Opera IjHouso, New York, during the opera season, and treeE 011^1,10 ** the famous Ninth Regiment Band get ch2£* s » numbering upon occasions ISO instni- Europe" w® B success in New York was in ahnmlanrfc HttJ* occurrence of a private nature Bef" re“aW^ tod of Erie, Jim Fisk-an let mo not J orB the public tho narao which, under ieria * Bideod. it may bo made one of its most attJ™ , , u , n fortunate ono als, like tho cvpross vine,* 3 ** ,from the syni* are hardly appropriate, exSL wbo3o antipathy tQ use, and under tho nP* S«¥ gI * 1 have named for floV, , L ° ma t0 that some members of the family shan° ** Gpcra- Bon&l supervision of them, to prevent tSL having a soedv or neglected look. ** death. Creepers—that ih, such vines as attach thdl on * selves closely to tho walls of buildings by lets growing from the vino itself, as the English ivv, Virginia creeper, etc.—aro not so weli adapted to wooden buildings as the honev suckles, clematis, and bitterwort, which should* have supports provided for them, or be suffered to twino themselves around the columns of a portico or piazza. For brick or stoco houses, the Virginia creeper is, perhaps,: the most desirable, for this climate, of any that is available, being perfectly hardy, requiring little or no caro, and being beautifully frocn throughout the summer, and of brilliant? ues in the autumn. Many will remember tho luxuriant growth of this vine which clothed tho walla of the church a* the corner of Wabash avenue and Van Boren street, before tho Fire. Tho Chinese Wistaria Is a very beautiful vine, with rich clusters of purple flowers hanging, like largo bunches of. grapes, from every shoot; but of its hardihood her© lam not informed. At the northeast cor ner of Second avenue and Seventh street, in New York, is a vino of thia kind which is ft vegetable wonder.- It covers the whole of tho front • and end of a large fonr-story house, besides forming two arbors, covering the whole area on each side of tho entrance, —the house being 15 feet back: from the street. Its trunk divides Into several large branches at its starting point from the ground, and is as large as that of an elm SO or 40 years old. Tho soil must; of coarse, bo peculiarly adapted to its nourishment; and it should be remembered that most vinos aro gross feeders, and will amply re pay the care of providing a deep bed of rich soil, by the increased rapidity and vigor of thou growth. HYPATIA. *Tis fifteen hundred rear*, you say, Since that fair teacher died In learned Alexandria By the atone altar’s aide:— The wild monks slew her. as she lay At the feet of the Crucified. let in a prairio-town, one night. I found her lecture-hall, 'Where bench and dais stood aright. And statues graced the wall. And pendent brazen lamps the light Of classic days let fall. A throng that watched the speaker's face, And on her accents hung, Was gathered there: the strength, the grace. Of lands where life is young, Ceased not, I saw, with that blithe race From old Polasgia sprung. No civic crown the sibyl wore, Nor academic tire. But shining skirts, that trailed the floor And made her stature higher; A written scroll the lecturn bore. And flowers bloomed anigh her. The wealth her honeyed speech had won Adorned her in our sight; The silkworm for her sake had spun His cincture, day and night ; With broider-work and Honlton Her open sleeves were bright. But still Hypatia’s self I knew. Anti saw, with dreamy wonder. The form of her whom Cyril slew (See Kingsley's novel, yonder), Some fifteen centuries since, *tis true. And half a world asunder. Her hair was coifed Athenian-wise, With one loose trew» down-flowing; Apollo’s rapture lit her eyes, His utterance bestowing— A silver flute’s clear harmonies On which ft god was blowing. Yet, not of Plato’s sounding spheres. And universal Pan, She spoke; but searched historic years. The sisterhood to scan Of women,— 'girt with ills and fears, — Slaves to the tyrant, Man. Tbcir croslered banner she unfurled, And onward pushed her quest Through golden ages of a world By their deliverance blest:— At all who stay their bands she hurled Defiance from ber breast. I saw ber burning words Infuse A warmth through many a heart, As'still, in bright successive views, She drew her sex’s part; Discoursing, like the Lesbian Muse, Of work, and song, and art. Why vaunt, I thought, the past, or say The later in the less 7 Our Sappho sang but yesterday, Of whom two climes confess Heaven's flame within her wore away Her earthly loveliness. So let thy wild heart ripple on, Brave girl, through vale and city ! Spare, of its listless moments, one To this, thy poet’s ditty; Hot long forbear, when til is done. Thine own sweet self to pity. The priestess of the Sestlan tower, Whose knight the sea swam over, Among her votaries’ gilin no flower Of beart’s-ease could discover: Bho died, but in no evil hour. Who, dying, clasped her lover. The rose-tree has its perfect life When the full rose Is blown; Some height of womanhood the wife Beyond thy dream has known; Set not thy bead and heart at strife To keep thee from thine own. Hypatia! thine essence rare The rarer Joy should merit: Possess thee of that common share Which leaser souls inherit: All gods to tboe their garlands bear,— Take one from Love, and wear It I -SerUiner’r. Vlrffinic Clicsqulerce. A woman named Virginia Chesquicres baa died in the Petits-Menagcs Asylum, at Issy, Franco, within fifty-five days of attaining her 100 th year. A remarkable act of heroism is re lated of this female under tho First Empire. I)aring an engagement in the Peninsula war the Colonel of the Twenty-seventh Regiment had been killed, and loft on tbo ground, when a Sergeant, a slight young man, and two soldiers devoted themselves to recovering the body of their officer. Xnev started together, but tbo two men were struck down on the way, and tho Sergeant only reached tho spot. He attempted to lift the corpse on to his shoulders, but was too weak to do so. Perceiving two of the enemy at a distance, he made signs as if bo were wounded, and the others hastened forward ex pecting to make a prisoner, when tho Sergeant tired and brought down one of them, then seized bis horse—the other had fled—got tho bodv on it, mounted himself, and galloped back to tho French lines. There it was seen that the youmr man was himself wounded, as blood was flowing freely from hia breast* he was undressed ia spite of his resistance, when he was found to be a woman! It was Virginia Chesquierea. of Deli moat, in the eDpartment of the Kord, "who, six yearn before, eeeing her young brother drawn m the conscription, hod dressed herself in men's clothes and, taking his place, had been incor porated m the Twenty-seventh regiment, and had risen to the grade of Sergeant. This ia tho woman who has Just expired in the asylum at 9

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