Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune, March 30, 1873, Page 6

Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune dated March 30, 1873 Page 6
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6 PERIODICAL LITERATURE. Harper’s Magazine and the Chicago Illustrated Journal. San Domingo—Carrier-Pigeons— A Backwoods Story. Joseph Arch—Tyler and Buchanan— Horace Greeley—The Use of Ornament. HARPER’S MAGAZINE. SAN DOJIINOO Is the subject of a paper (in Harper’s Magazine lor April) by S. S. Conant, who draws his mate rials from Hazard’s recent work. Tbo title of the article, -which is profusely and. beautifully illustrated, is “Tbe Cradle of tbo New World." President Grant’s fervent affection for tbe island is not its only claim to notice: Many circumstances render tbo history of this island peculiarly interesting. Here was planted the first Eu ropean colony in the New World. It was tho first spot cursed by the introduction of African slavery, and the place where tho great movement for tho extinction of human servitude commenced. On this island has been wielded the power of almost every European govern ment, the blood of whoso children has been lavishly poured forth upon its soli. Though fire and sword, cruelty and persecution, have swept over every part of this glorious island, to-day it rests upon tho bosom of’ the tropic seas as beautiful, majestic, and fruitful In all its natural gifts as when Columbus first discovered it, waiting only the assistance of law and sound gov ernment, accompanied by intelligence, industry, and enterprise, to take its placo as one of the most favored cf States, Bring in the Atlantic Ocean, at the en trance to tbe *G»iif of Mexico, second of tho Great An tilles to Cuba in size only, Santo Domingo, by its posi tion and natural advantages, ranks first of all the , beautiful islands in these waters ; and though to-day impoverished and a beggar, she will yet prove, under proper care, a precious jewel to the power that may ’-ike her under its protection. The state of the Dominican finances and cur rency ia deplorable, as may bo seen from this an ecdote, which will recall to tho minds of those of ■Washington’s body-servants who still live tho heavy wages they used tft, receive when they were paid in Continental cufr6ucy: The next morning Mr. Hazard experienced a new Fcn&slion. He suddenly found himself a millionaire. Ilia.first act on rising was to adapt himself to the cus tom of the country and ask for a “ cocktail.’’ It was well fabricated and enjoyed with zest. Then ensued the following dialogue : “ How much 7” I asked. “ Thirty dollars, monsieur.” “ 1 start back horror-struck. Thirty dollars for a drink I I see it. I am a poor, miserable American, disowned by his government, in a foreign laud, ana these barbarians know it, and now they want to swin dle mo. But the old spirit of TG comes strong upon tne, and I got reckless. I vow I will not pay it: and drawing from my pocket a silver coin of the realm of America, vaule ten cents, I declare it is all the money 1 have. “To my amazement the mild bar-keeper says, * I haven’t the change, sir! ’ •‘Ahl I begin to see it; and with a princely air I pa*’, ‘ Oh, keep the change I ’ ” Later in the day Mr. Hazard was informed by tho banker to whom he applied to have a draft for a few hundred dollars cashed, that ono dollar in gold was worth S4OO in the paper currency of the country, and that if he had his draft cashed ho would need half a dozen mule-carts to take away the bills 1 Ho left tho draft at tbo lumk, and drew only a few thousands for spending money. IN “ PIGEON-VOYAGERS,” Mrs. E. B. Leonard gives some anecdotes of tho carrier-pigeon service, which has not yet yielded entirely to tho telegraph. Pigeons are still, or .were until very recently, employed in England to announce tho result of tho great races, affording a surer and speedier means of transmitting private intelli gence than the overcrowded telegraph, over which messages are frequently delayed for hours by tho pressure of business : The winged messenger in nine cases out of ten would arrive at its destination while tho dispatch was still waiting its turn ou the telegrapher's desk. Many pigeons fall victims to the guns of dishonest per sons, who conceal themselves at a distance from tho race-course for the purpose of shooting tho winged messengers, and appropriating tho intelligence they bear. Tho fine for this disgraceful practice is quite heavy, but many persona are willing to take the risk. Before the submarine cable was laid between France and England Captains of packets used to carry baskets uf pigoona to let fly in on arrival; and the state of tho market on either side, and other commercial news, were communicated by tho same means. Great speculators in the funds like the Roths childs, could not wait for tho slow courier. Even special messengers with relays of horses at short dis tances could not travel rapidly enough to suit them. In order to get the news in the shoreat possible time, they established a regular service of carrier-pigeons, with places of reception on both sides of tho Channel; and messages in cipher were thus transmitted by aerial post with a celerity and dispatch equaled only by the telegraph at the present day. Many curious anecdotes aro told of the mis haps sometimes suffered by the aerial post: It is related of one messenger who was intrusted with a pair of well-trained and very valuable carrier pigeons, which he was to take to a certain point, and Ml send back with a very important dispatch, that on en- SBf ttring a hotel he gave tho birds to a servant and ordcr jK' ed breakfast. He waited a long time, but was at length served with a delicious fricassee. After paying his bill he called for his pigeons, when, to his horror and dismay, the waiter exclaimed, “Your pigeons? Why, you have just eaten them i” Carrier-pigeons were of great service to the French during the late siege of Paris by tho Ger- man army : This had been foreseen by tho German commanders; cud in order to prevent the importation of these in valuable messengers from Belgium, where they are raised and trained in almost incredible numl*ers,*lhey • •were very early in the struggle declared contraband of war. But in this matter at least the French had been jirovideat; aud long before a German soldier crossed the Bhino the military authorities had collected 25,000 pigeons, which were distributed among tho command ers of the various cities and fortresses most exposed to the dangers of a siege, to be used as a means of com munication. A depot was established at Bordeaux for fho reception of new pigeon recruits. Alter tho fata! Imes wiredrawn around Metz and Paris, and all tho telegraphic communication with the world outside had been Severed, news aud orders were sent and received cir.hr by the pigeon post. Tho missives had to bo written on the smallest scraps of thin paper, in order no: to impede the pigeon’s flight, aud tho camera and microscope were called into requisition to crowd tho greatest amount of news into the smallest compass. A whole side of the London 'J'imca was on several occasions photographed on a thin piece of pai»er less than 5 inches square. This microscopic newspaper, embracing news from all parts of the world, was at first read by means of a powerful microscope; after wards it was thrown upon n white wall by means of a magic lantern in a darkened room, where it was rend by thousands of j>eojile. The German commanders tried many expedients to break up the pigeon post, without success. As a List resort they brought to camp a large number of traiued hawks, which made sad havoc among tho aerial mes congers. This was denounced roundly by tho French newspapers aud orators, but surely without reason. •‘Porto Crayon,” in the continuation of his article on “The Mountains,” which is illustrated iu his peculiar and pleasing stylo, tolls this BACKWOODS STORY : “Old Bill Grey, you see, was a-gittin’ out some tim ber to lluat down to the saw-mill at Horseshoe Bend. '6O ho goes out with Fiamigm, and finds a mighlv fine spruco pine biowed down, with its top a-layin* up the hill like, and Us roots heaved up in tho air,*it mought bo as high as this house, with several ton of dirt and stones slickin' to ’em. So they tuck out their cross-cut saw to cut it into convenient lengths, and measured off the clean body of the tree into three cightecu-foot logs. Well. Grey ’lowed it would be more convenient to make tho 'upper cut first, and git shut of all the limbs and brush. So jlat below where they begun sawiu’ a little branch stuck up convenient, and they hung their coats on it and a jug of licker they had fetched along to comfort’em. Well, they pawed and thev sweated, and every turn or so Flanagln wanted to stop and refresh, but Grey ’lowed they’d best-finish their cut, and then set down and have some eatisfac tion. So they sawed away until they got pretty nigh through, when, to their surprise, the tree-top begun to crackle and split off of itself. Both men drapped the s«jw and stood hack, skcerc-d like, to see the body of the tree risin’of itself; and bein’ lightened of the busby top, and its mountain of roots weightin’ it down, it never stopjjed until it righted entirely, and stood sixty foot straight up in the air. “ * Don't that beat the deuce ?’ says Grey. * There’s three good saw-logs gone up. f “ * Burn the saw-logs!’ says Flanagin; * but don't you see our coats and jug are ascended up with ’em 7’ “*To be sure,’ says Grey. ‘That’s about as mean as stealln’. I say, Flanagin, we’ve got to fell that tree to get them things, we hev—and you haven’t fetched an axe,’ “ ‘lso,* pays Flanngin, who was about as thirsty as Dry Fork in summer ; ‘ but I’ll run back to the camp and fetch it middlin’ quick.* “ While he was gone Grey sets down on the roots and considers the job, and while so a-doin’ a whiff of wind blows off tho coats, and leaves the jug still a-hangin’ on high. When Flanagln got back with tbo axe, all hot and thirsty and ready to pitch in, Grey stopped him. “ T say, man, the fall of them coats has give me an Idee, S’pose you cut that tree down, what becomes of the jog V “ Fianagin’s jaw fell as the idee struck him. “‘Why, it mashes, of course. I say, BUI, kin you climb any 7’ “‘Some,’said Grey, lookin’up, wistful, like a dog that's treed a ’coon. ‘ I kin, some ; but a tree like that, fifteen foot around the butt, and sixty foot with out sknob or limb, it would tough a fox-squirrel.’ “ Then they set about an hour, lookin’ into each other’s faces and not exchangin' a word. Finally an Jdec strikes Flanagin, ‘Bill.’gays he, ‘ef X had my rifle here 1 could cut that limb off in about three shots, I could.* “ * Maybe you mought* say* Grey, scratchin’ his head ; * and wouldn’t the jug break all the same V 4 So it would,’ says Flanagin. 14 4 Well, man,’ Bays Grey, • we’ve lost our day’s work. Let’s go home.’ 44 4 X)urn the day’s work.* aaya Flanagin ; troubled about that.* ” u An acom falling "upon the nodillo of Sir Isaac Newton suggested the theory of gravitation,” sighed Maj. Martial, “ Grey and Flanagin were evidently philosophers of the Newtonian type ; but nothing has over struck their heads hard enough to suggest a plan for getting that jug down unbroken.” “ Not ns I knows of,” replied Boy, somewhat mysti fied by tile philosophy. One of tho shortest sketches is one that will attract the most attention. It gives & portrait of JOSEPH Alien, the rapidly-rising loader of tho English agricul tural laborers, and a sketch of the events of his remarkable career. The writer is M. D. Conway, and his paper is not less interesting than Justin McCarthy’s in tho last Galaxy . Mr. Conway says: To-day tho wealthiest Peer of the realm grows pale at tho name of Joseph Arch. And any one who has looked into his eye or beard his voice will not wonder that it should be so. Tho weary voice of millions who are hopeless are heard through his simple eloquence. Ages of patient suffering, and generations that have long groaned in tho prison of Giant Despair, find their first morning ray in tho fire of hla eye. Amidst scowl ing noblemen and angry landlords, this man journeyed through the length and breadth of England, seeking to form “ unions ” of furm-laborera, and to combine these unions into a vast national organization. His journeys, even In this limited area, havo been such as co recall the labors of Catholic missionaries in earlier times. During each day ho visits the homes of the laborers, and learns their exact condition; he takes care to visit all who have suffered wrongs by eviction; and every even ing he speaks to the assembled laborers with a force which never fails, and a perseverance which never grows weary. Ho has been tbe means of organizing England into some twenty-five districts, each of which includes many different unions—all together representing » kind of United States of Labor. Al ready in these regions wages have risen; and it is a saying that were Arch goes starvation flics. The poor women cry out as he passes. “ God bless you! Our children never had meat until you came.” But Joseph Arch is not tho man to be contented because the lord's fears lead him to gild his sorTs chain; he has a settled purpose and plan, with which he is steadily carrying not tho farm-laborers only, but tbo sympathy of the disinterested intelligence of the country, though that plan surely contains a revolu tion of tbe land laws of Great Britain. Tliis poor Methodist preacher and farm-laborer has proved himself a oom General. When the agricultural strikes occurred tho men had almost nothing to fall back upon. Tho sight of their hungry wives aud children almost maddened them, and it seemed inevitable that in certain places thero would bo outbreaks of physical vio lence. Nay, there is good reason to believe that tho great land-owners ardently desired that thero should bo acts of violence. They knew exactly how to deal with that kind of proceeding. But they wore totally unprepared for what actually occurred : Joseph Arch, chosen by tho universal suffrage of the sufferers to be their General, posted, night and day, to every village where tho strikers were gathered, and curl>ed them with the hand of a Wellington. At ono meeting he was interrupted by shouts of “ Burn down their big houses I” when, with flashing eye, ho thun dered, “ In that case, count Joseph Arch against youl n Scores of times ho had to gather up tills wild energy and wrs’th, and inclose it like a potent steam in the en gine which ho meant to build, by whoso orderly work ing millions were to be uplifted. “ 1 have lived forty five years,” ho would say, “ without breaking tho law, and I don’t mean to begin now." Ho spoke to tho peo ple with a voice and in a manner in which calm re straint was singularly blended with fervor and enthusi asm, Ho showed, too, that ho was a philosopher by tho art with which, having called tho lightning to tho oye of the crowd before him, he drew it aside from spend ing its force upon this or that oppressive nobleman op evicting farmer. “Do not aim at them,” he would say ; “ they, hko ourselves, are tho victims of a heredi tary evil system ; it has come down to them and us from past centuries. Their deeds only illustrate tho bad system they did not moke. Strike that.” “How shall w© strike that?” “How? Why, form a union. Join hand to hand, heart to heart, penny to-penny, and you will bo able to command your own future.” Often, when such hot words had come leaping from tho heart of the speaker, it would be like a warm day rising over a frosty field; hearts would be thawed out, eyes would glisten, and most likely the crowd would break out in chorus in one of those union hymns to whoso music the laborers’ cause goes “ marching on.” And their hvmns are sometimes excellent. Here aro some lines which remind one of the pretty theme of the ancient Hindoo fable where tbo pigeons, caught in tho fowler’s net; all resolve to try their wings together at the same moment, and sail away with the net far beyond (heir enemies reach: “ Arouse, arouse, >o suzia of toil. In one united band; To tillers of the soli, Together firmly stand! United all in heart and hand, No longer you’ll bo ropes of sand, But formed in one strong cable: Single you’re an easy prey, Be not misled by those who say, Tour hours of labor and your pay Will better if at home you stay; But one and all determined say, * Well join the Laborers’ Union I’” TTIXB AND BUCHANAN. The “ Old Stager,” in his recollections, tells this cnjovable story of how President Tyler was once baffled by the snporior bibulous powers of Senator Buchanan, afterwards President: la looking about for re emits to sustain bis Adminis tration, President Tyler came In contact with Mr. Bu chanan, then a Democratic Senator of considerable re pute. He was a smooth, plausible man. of amiable de portment, with no sharp edges about him, and who never did an unkind thing from impulse, or without hoping to gain by it. Ho treated the President with courtesy and much apparent frankness, spoke of the bank veto with admiration, and trusted that the rela tions of the Democratic party and the Executive would soon become more close and confidential. This was very well, and promised better things in the future. But Mr. Tyler had taken the Presidential fever, and his desire to build up a party with reference to tho succession was uncontrollable. Ho commissioned a reliable friend to wait upon Mr, Buchanan and sound him with a view to ascertain what there was to hope from in the Senate, and also in Pennsylvania. Congress adjourned before an opportunity occurred for a conference with Mr. Bu chanan. A short lime afterward Mr. Tyler’s emissary fell in with the Senator in J«ew York, and being quite diligent in the performance of the duty with which he was charged, invited him to a dinner. Two trusted friends of the Administration were tho only other guests. Intent upon approaching Mr. Buchanan un der tho most favoring circumstances, the host mado a bountiful provision of choice wines, and tho repast was a sumptoous one. It was a jolly time, sure enough. Four more honest drinkers never had their feet tinder mahogany. There were no heel-taps, and no passing the bottle until tho glass was filled. Mr. Buchanan look his liquor like a seasoned cask. Tho result may be easily imagined. The Senator, a large man, of lym phatic temperament, in the prime of life, remained jjcrfocfly cool and self-possessed, although taking wine enough to lay a Senator of these degenerate daya un der the table; pumped the President’* agent and his two associates as dry as tho remaining biscuit after a long voyage, without committing himself on a single point; aud returned to Lancaster fully apprised of Mr. Tyler's scheme, and laughing at the boys who had un dertaken to seduce him from his allegiance to the Dem ocratic party. HORACE GREELEY is tho subject of one of Junius Henri Browuo’s composite articles, full of information and reada ble anecdotes. On tho subject of ilr. Groeloy’a dress, ho says: Oddly enough, ho bolievod himself a very well at tired person, and that few men iu his station wont bet tor dad. Sartorial comments were wont to draw from him sharp and stinging replies. tVhcn a city editor of tho Tribune once suggested the reformation of his neck-tie, Mr, Greeley answered, “You don’t like my dress, and I don’t like your de partment. If you have any improvements to make, please begin at home.” James Watson Webb, ■while editor of the Courier ami Enquirer, was fond of criticising the costume of his neighbor, who, referring to tbo {act that Mr. Webb had bien sentenced to the Statu Tricon, and pardoned, for fighting a dud with-Thomas F. MarßUall,madothis extinguishing rejoinder : “ Assuredly no costume in which the editor of the Tribune has ever appeared would create such a sensation in Broadway as that Janies Watson Webb would have worn but for the clemency of Gov. Seward.” To another journalist, noted for hia untidiness, and bis ridicule of Mr. Greeley, tho latter responded, “If our friend of tho , who wears mourning for hia departed veracity under his finger-nails, will agree to surprise his system with a bath, we may attempt a clean discussion with him.” If it was Sir. Greeley’s fate to bo misappre hended, much of this misapprehension arose from his own waywardness, moodiness, and de termination not to set himself right. Assured of tho rectitude of bin conduct, bo was care less of the impression formed of it, except in instances where temper about trifles got tho b-ttt r of his native judgment. He would bo patient and reticent under a serious accusation, when a petty paragraph in an ob scure journal Would drive him to exasperation. Ho would declare his supremo unconcern as to the opinion*, expressed of some policy he had chosen, and an hour later would write a card, bitterly personal, upon a mat ter too trivial to tie noticed. His friends could not bo certain of hitu, for he could not be certain of himself. Hie growing up wild, bo to spoak, left a cer tain tr*ce of social savagery in his nature that could not bo eradicated subsequent ly, even had be made an effort to that end. After every attempt to explain his eccentricities and reconcile his inconsistencies, sonic-lhiag of the unin telligible will adhere to his character, which was un questionably unique, lie was not only unlike other men—he was unlike himself often. General mlt-t failed to apply to him on account of numerous creep, tious, whichi in his case, might almost have been bound into a rule. Occasionally Mr. Greeley evinced irritability in tbo presence of visitors/especially when they were politicians: Some years ago, half a dozen Republicans from the interior of the State came to the city, and, under the guidance of a well-known member of the party, went to the Tribune office to give its chief a little of the wholesome advice of which editors arc presumed to bo in a chronic condition cf need. The moment they entered the sanctum, Mr. Greeley, who, though bushy writing at his desk, his bead os usual thrust Into his ideographs, observed them through his occiput, and divined their object. He continued his scratching—seldom has tho clearest and THE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE: SUNDAY, MARCH 30, 1873. purest Saxon been veiled !n such hieroglyphs—until the spokesman hod several times introduced the coun try politicians with the words, “.Hero are a number of Influential politicians, Mr. Greeley, who would like to talk to you about certain matters of much importance to the party.” Scratch, scratch, scratch: and still no reply. Once more: “Mr. Greeley, those gentlemen have great influence in the State; they are of the highest standing; they are ” “A set of confounded asses; I know that,” broke in the editor, without over looking up. “They are wast ing their time, and trying to waste mine, by coming here.” * I bain 1 Discomfited very naturally by such an emphatic re buff, tho politicians departed, and tho editor went on with his work. ** TITE DRAWER ” is indebted to an official of tho State of Oregon for an extract from a debate that recently oc curred in tbo Legislature of that State on a’sub ject that excited tho anxiety of tho entire com munity, viz.: the “ Dog bill.” Areprosentativo from the mining districts, desirous to put him* self right on the record on this topic, arose in his place and thus addressed the assembled wisdom : “ Mr. Speaker, I hope that this bill will pass ; but, Mr, Speaker, before I make a speech before the mem bers of this House, who aro here to-<lar as representa tives of the State of Oregon, I would like to know tho condition of the bill before this House.” - The Speaker—“ The question is, Shall tho bill pass ? —tho vote by which tho bill was lost having been re considered.” Gentleman from Baker—“ Yes, Mr. Speaker, I hope that this bill will pass thin House ; and I arrogate to myself, Mr. Speaker, as a representative of the Slate of Oregon before the members of this House, by virtue of which w© are boro to-day, that tbo dog clement does not prevail.” [Laughter.] Mr. Downing—’ •* Mr. Speaker, I rise to a pint of order, Tho gentleman has already spoken on tho question before.” The Speaker—'“ This is another consideration of tho bill. Tho gentleman from Baker has the floor.” Gentleman from Baker—“ This is a new bill, as I understand it, Mr. Speaker, and I—*’ [Laughter,] Tbo Speaker— ** This is not a new bill; it is the samo bill on which tho gentleman addressed the House before, but which has come up for reconsideration.” Gentleman from Baker—“ I thank you, Mr. Speaker. I have a higher sens© in behalf of tbe members of this House, by virtue of which I arrogate to myself to be lieve that there ia no rudo element that underlies tho intellects of this House and representatives of tbo State of Oregon, by virtue of which I to-day occupy this floor, in order to sustain tho bill before this House. [Laughter, and cries of “Go on.”] I wish to say this, Mr. Speaker, to the members of this House, that this is a qxiestion that I do not suppose tbo members of this House seek particularly to occupy any degree of time with ; nevertheless, it being a question that should receive tho careful consideration of tho mem bers of this House. In my opinion, Mr, Speaker, [laughter], based upon tbe sentiments of thomembers of this House, I arrogate to myself to belies e [laugh ter] that woolly elements, whoso interests are coex tensive with tho latitude and longitude, by virtue of which wo are here to-day as representatives of the peo ple of the State of Oregon, should not be suLudlary to the dog-elements, which I hope will not prevail. [Great laughter.) Therefore I hope, Mr, Speaker, that we will not look on tho proposition as it comes, by virtue of legislation, before this House, with contempt, but that wa will give it that degree of consideration which It should receive in behalf of tho members of this House, by virtue of which I arrogate—” Tho Speaker—“ The gentleman’s time haa expired, and he will yield tho floor. Tho editor save he believes this story, for it comes from u respectable man in Paducah, Ivy., who knows tho party: Ben Watson, having heard a stranger in Colt’s sa loon recite some rather tall narratives of exploits with the rifle, told the following singular instance of a gun hanging fire; Ho had snapped his gun at a grav squirrel, and the cap had exploded ; but, the piece not going off, he took it from his shoulder, looked down Into the barrel, and saw tbo charge Just starting, when, bringing it to hla shoulder again, It went off and killed the squirrel. Doubtless the progress of the woman move ment in this country and in England will prevent a retnrn.to the cheery old custom that used to prevail in England of soiling one’s wife, whero ono had one that he was willing to part with, at a great discount, for cash. “Tho Drawer” quotes from a hook on “Tho Antiquities of Groat Britain: ” “The superstition that a wife is a marketable com modity was entertained, to his misfortune, by ouo Parson Chcken, in the reign of Queen Mary; for. iu his diary, Henry Machjn notes, under tho year JSSU, * Tho xxiiij of November dyd ryd In a cart Chokcu, parson of Sant Nccolas Coldsbbay, round about Lon don, for ho sold ya wyff to a bowcher.*” The superstition would soon die out if the turn of the market was always in the direction indicated iu tho old ballad below’: A jolly shoemaker, John Hobbs, John Hobbs, A jolly shoemaker, John Hol>l>s; He married Jane Carter, no damsel was smarter. But she was a Tartar, Jane Hobbs, Jauo Hobba, But she was a Tartar, Jane Hobba ! Ho tied a rope to her, Jane Hobbs, Jane Hobbs, Ho tied a rope to her, Jane Hobbs; Like a lamb to the slaughter, to Smithfield be her, Bnt nobody bought her, Jane Hobbs, Jane llobbe, But nobody bought her, Juno Hobbs! “ Oh, who wants a wife?' 1 cried Hobbs, cried Hobbs, “ Oh, who wants a wife ?” cried Hobbs; But somehow they tell us those wife-dealing fellows Were all of (7icm sellers, like Hobbs, like Hobba, Were all af them sellers, like Hobbs! CHICAGO ILLUSTRATED JOURNAL. The Chicago Illustrated Journal for April contains FOUR FUEL-PAGE ENGRAVINGS, with a number of smaller cuts. “Tho Herd" Boy ”is a pretty rustic sketch of a ta-.vny, fuzzy little Scotch chUd, sitting on tho fence, and play ing indefatigably on bis pipe, with no other audience than his crook and his shepherd-dog. •“Fair Play, Thou Son of Jacob,” repre sents a scene in the troublous times of tho twelfth century, when tho Jews wero the money-changers of Europe, and yet were robbed and persecuted without pity. A freebooter is represented as offering to sell some of his ill-gotten gains,—plate from some ransacked cathedra], or tho rich service of some neighboring abbey. 5 Tho cunning Hebrew is weighing tho silver to judge its value, and his disengaged hand may bo seen stealthily tilting up tho scale in which, the silver lies, so as to lessen its weight. Tho freebooter sees tho trick, and exclaims, ‘‘ Fair play, thou son of Jacob! ” “ An Unlucky Spill” is a picturo of a pretty wait ing-maid in great distress at having dropped a tray of costly china. _ *‘The Disappointed Epicures” represents a simian family who have gathered round a box which one of thair number has stolen from some neighboring storehouse. In stead of tho treat they had anticipated, the box, when opened, uncovers two rats, who hastily escape, leaving tho baboons diunerlcßS. Among tho articles in tho letter-press is one - on the “ USE OF ORNAMENT,” by *T. B. Bunnion. Mr, l«uuuion disputes - the views of a recent writer in tho Atlantic Monthly, who approved tho general fondness for orna mentation because it betrays so many people into an exhibition of false tssto. Savs Jfr. B.: As a people, the Americans arc already given too much to tho practical workings of utilitarianism, that connnoicseur.s should step in to suppress whatever growing disposition there may be to suggest tho dis tractions of ornament as a counter-irritant against tho distraction of unremitting devotion to business. “ Common ornament ” has a special mission in Amcr- lea. It ia not expected that it should possess tho evi dence of culture that may eharactorizait lu older coun tries, where cities are ornamented aa public expense, and the people are forced "to contribute their funds in the way of taxation to province effo-. s which must Iks provide! among us by individuals, if at all. It is very nice to decree that ornament must bo original, but the house that would be desolate if it waited for paint ings from the pencils of Geromo, Meisaonier, Auer bach, Bierstadt, or the Hart brothers, may yet be made more comely and cheeiful by availing itself of the Lest productions in chromo-lithography, which is denounc ed among the rest of ‘‘common ornament.” Tbo new City of Chicago, which has so marvelously sprung into existence within the last eighteen months, is a glorious sample of what ornament, common enough perhaps in its individual Applications, can ac complish In the aggregate. It is agreed by all who look upon the rebuilt portion of Chicago that it will be Ibo most beautiful city on the continent. Chicago will correspond, in some measure, to tho famous archi tect uml lane known as High street, In Oxford, Kng- JauJ, in which there arc no two houses alike. It is thin diversified aspect that will constitute its chief charm and beauty*. Cities like Philadelphia, St. Doui=, Berlin, and even Pa: is, which are built throughout upon the same model and with the fame material, r.rery street looking like every other street, and every house like every other house, cannot please so well as Chicago, where almost every building presents some thing novel or striking, or at least different from its neighbor. Xobody has built anew iu Chicago without some eye to ornament. The result is such as we have described, Improving every nna j-lcasanlly, as docs a cuccrful house where tho deft hand of woman has left everywhere traces of its delicate cunning. In both cases, wa are the bolter for ornament and its In fluence?* Other articles aro: “ Chief Robinson of tho Pottawatomics.” by M. L. Dunlap; “A Leaf from Recent Canadian HUiory;” “Repentance” (Boom) ; A Queer Coincidence,” by a Chicago Editor; “ Lost Townships,” by Frank Gilbert; *Appearances ” fPoom); “ Celobiatkm of a Memorable Event,” by Anson S. Miller; “Bead ing Trash,” by E. T, C.; “ Ccresco,” by Everett Chamberlin; “Tho Art of Writing,” by William Mathews; “Papei-Manufacturo m the West ” Sr £ ortn ut); “Joaquin Miller” (Poem); How Typo is Made ” (Illustrated); “Beraem bered Kisses” (Poem), bv Nettie Power Hous ton ; “An Austrian World’s Fair;” “A Now Era in the Prevention of Fires ” (Illustrated). —Tbo men who aro improving tbo streets of Boston propose to cut off twentyieet of'tbo Poll's building, which would necessitate the demolition of the wholo structure. If we rightly interpret tbo comments of the Pc?t upon tins topic, they are not wholly in favor of tbg measure. SPRING. A Suggestion Concerning Flor- iculture. Flowers for the House—-House- Plants, Beds, and Borders. Practical Hints as to Choice and Care of Plants. It seems almost untimely to speak of Spriug flowera when Winter has just been reminding us that he has not quite yet taken bis departure ; but lot us at least hope that, folded down • some where upon the spotless missive ho has left at each door, may bo written, in his own peculiar, mystical characters, those letters of social eti quette, the “P. P. C.” of polito society. Wheth er that is so or not, wo are sure that somowhoro Auster is wooing, from beneath the sheltering bed provided for them by tho spicy pines, those first ram, sweet blossoms of early Spring, tho dainty bells of tho Trailing Arbutus. In stumy spots, tbo blue Hepatria and wild Anemone will also make thoir appear ance, laughing and nodding to tho vagrant wind, paying no heed to tho cool, but protracted, de parture of thoir bitter onomy. Ho may threat en; ho may even grow emotionally insane, and attempt to murder them, wrapping them in a snowy winding-sheet; but ho will bo in too much hast© to do his work properly; and. with tho first warm day, the first wooing invitation of that vagrant wind, they will throw aside tho shroud, and again take up tho old. old story which Winter, with hia frozen heart and Icy veins, strove to crush out forovor. It is quite in keeping with tho temper of tho time to rail at May; to say there aro no blossoms to bo found; and that, if ouo goes in search of them, she only gets wet f eot, draggled skirts, and, for a fortnight after, shows a decided preference for b*a and d’s over tho other consonants, when speaking. Very probably this may be tbe case with those sentimental young creatures who go forth in white robes, searching for premature Juno roses; but, for THE TRUE LOVER OF STATURE, content to take her iu any mood, but to whom the first faint tint of returning green upon the blades of grass is r\ Glcome t the odor of tho pine woods and tho fresh swell of tho moist earth is full of promise, there will bo no difficulty. On the first warm day, it may ho iu April, while tho snow still lies in patches, she will find hidden away in tho sheltered spots tho first fair, frail, sweet-scented blossoms, tho acnuf-coureflrs of that glowing, odorous, many-hued procession that will soon follow. Even now, in Georgia, the Yellow Jasmine is making tho woods fragrant; while, farther South, Magnolia, Orange-blossom, and Crape Myrtle are delighting with their beauty

tho fortunate sojourners in that gonial clime. But, to tho denizens of cities, those early wild-flowers are merely myths, of which they can have no just idea or appreciation; and, to those children of culture, we must speak of THE FLOWERS OF CULTURE- TVo will hope that every one has had one or more tenderly-cherished house-plants to bright en and make cheerful tho home he rejoices in all through the past uncomfortable season; but these must soon be turned out of doors, to gather sufficient life and strength that they may boar another winter’s imprisonment, and others must take their place. In tho Garden City of America, there is no one bo poor that ho has not a few feet of ground which ho can beautify, and, with Natures help, make more glorious than all the glories of Sol omon. But, oven to those unfortunates who look down from their upper-room windows upon stone or wooden walks, there is a way provided by which they, too, can enjoy some of the pleas ures which the landed proprietor can indulge in more extensively. OUTSIDE OP THE WINDOWS, and fastened to the edges securely, so as to avoid any danger to the passer-by, have some wooden boxes, lined, if possible, with zinc, and perforated at the bottom. Secure sufficient drainage and sweetness by abundant bits of stone, broken flower-pots, cocoa-husk, and char coal, and then obtain from some nurseryman a quantity of light, friabio earth. Now you can plant in these hardy, running vines, or any plants that will bear constant exposure, and per haps a little neglect. There is the ordinary con volvulus ; the Nasturtium, for whoso phospho rescent tongues of flame you may watch when tho night is too worm for sleep ; the delicate Cy press, with its tiny pink, white, and scarlet stars ; or possibly a climbing Rose might be in duced to lend its perfume to sweeten your life. These may bo planted in the ends of your boxes, leaving tho open space in the centre for other hardy plants. Among these we may cultivate, with every probability of success, Faschiaa of tho hardier varieties, Pelargoniums. Ageratums, Balsams, Petunias, Salvias, and many oth ers, of which any nurseryman can give you a list. To those who are doomed to pass the summer-months within tho walls of a city, and who have no other means of getting a glimpse of Nature’s radiant boautyj THE WINDOW-OAUDEN IS INVALUABLE, and, If properly adjusted and placed outside of the glass, will offer no hindrance to tho closing of bunds and drawing of shades when necessary to exclude the too intense rays of a summer-sun. Wo would suggest to any one who cares to make a practical use of our hints, that in or s window they could plant at each end of the bo* a climbing Hose, and place next them Salvias for autumn-blooming; in the centre, a Fnachsia; while the outer edge could have a fringe of Sweet Alyssum and Forget-Me-Nots, tho inner and more shaded side might bo edged with Pansies. Another window-box could have at cadi end Convolvuli and Tropeolums, flanked by Pelar goniums, the sweet-leaved,orfloweriugvarieties; in the centre, a Boso or Heliotrope, with Portu lacoa and Mignonette ou tho outside, and Eng lish Violets on tho inner edge. The variations might bo continued ad infinitum, but those are sutllcicut to give any ono who really cares for flowers an idea how to commence; and, tho delightful occupation ouco entered upon, knowl edge will come by experience, and he sought for in books and from practical authority; while tho fascination of tho employment will, aa the poet says of the tondorest passion, “ grow with what it feeds upon.” If possibilities like these are open to those who merely own a little box of dirt outside of a window, what may not bo derived FBOit MOBE AMPLE OPPOUTCNITT ? Tako the court-yard in front of a house, for in stance —we should not care to rent a house of a man who had paved tho whole of that entrance way with stone. Ho would bo of tho kind who would have his pound of flesh at auv hazard. Only worse than this is a space of neglected earth overgrown with weeds. If one can do nothing more, ho can sow clovor-seed and lawn-grass, and place in tho cen tre a standard Boso or some flowering shrub. But, if ono would give more care to It, be can have a raised piu-cusluon bed, filled with a ma*s of color, such os la produced by Scarlet-Gerani ums, or a blending of shades made with a variety of Verbenas, the edge planted with Mignonette, if you like. Those beds, nicely turfed on tho side, and rising from a well-kept grassy plain, are inexpressibly pleasing to the eye. IF MORE BOOM IS AT HAND, - and one ia fortunate enough to have a largo lawn, then beds all around the sides may bo filled with blossoming plants, and a largo one bo placed in its midst. Hero the fancy for ribbon * borders may be indulged in, and the result is verv beautiful. If your beds have a wall or fence at the back, cover them with some running vine, and then select your stripes. They should ho flowers that blossom at the same time, and cither all of the same height, or gradually de creasing in size. If of the same height, then a variety of colors of the same kind of plant ic re quisite, such as different-hued Asters, Stocks, or Zuinias. If it has a wall for a background, then, after covering it with vines, have a row of Purple Phlox, then White Stocks, Scarlet Gera niums (the dwarf Sweet Alyssum, and Forget-jlc-Xots. If the nbbon-bed ia intended to wind through a lawn, then the tallest-growing plants should bo in the centre, and gradually de crease in size each way. The lover of flowers will soon arrange these readily in a variety of color to suit herself. Those who have abundant room should grow flowers in quantity for house adornment. To him of small moans,* THEY XEED >'OT BE COSTLY or delicate varieties. Bid you ever group to gether the flowers of the common Nasturtium in its various shades of crimson and yellow, with Ihe sweet-scented White Petunia ? Cheap flow ers, both of them, growing almost anywhere as freely as Daisies or Dandelions, but. with a few common Fem-leaves, gathered by the wayside, making a moat charming bou- qnot with which to graco the breakfast-table. There is nothing so charming to use for foliage as this same Fern that grows ,a common weed, in the woods and by the road. Some of the varieties are beautiful, and any one who has a damp, shaded place would God it to their inter est to grow these pretty fronds, if only for tho beauty of their foliage. For other beds, there is tho common whit© Day Lily, the Hcmerocallua or Funkia of the florist; and this reminds us to suggest to the novice, who is not acquainted with tho botanical names of flowers, not to bo taken in BY mOU-SOUNDINO TITLES, for thev sometimes, like oilier now-made patents of nobility, attempt to dignify very common woods. These Lilies are hardy, and, onco plant ed, will como up year after year in their virgin beauty and sweetness. There is also tho Japan Lily, which will repay cultivation, and a great many different members of tho same family. Gladioli are moro expensive, but will repay both care and coat, when they can be lavished upou them. Peonies. Dahlias, and Pinks may be named in addition; but it would require moro space than wo have for the onumoration of those plants which any one may have if they wish. Wo must plead, however, for tho fragrant Lily-of-the alley, tho Sweet Violet, and Mignonette, among tho smaller blossoms. Tims far wo have been confining ourselves to such flowers as may bo - grown within the limits of a largo city. Scarcely any house but has a few feet in the front and rear, that can bo devot ed to floriculture, aud few but will find the com mon Morning Glory, with its delicate trumpets of blue, pink, and white, moro gratifying to tho eyo than an unsightly board-fence. Gourds, flowering Beans, Wild Cucumbers, are all availa ble for tin’s purpose, whore ono has little tnsto, and no time to bestow upon tho proper outside adorning of her home pro tem. For those, however, who, living just outside of tho city proper, HAVE ABUNDANT ROOM, there is no excuse for not giving time and at tention to this all-important matter. Flowers aro humanizing ; their beauty is freo to all, and, like “tho quality of mercy, is not strained'” but elves to tho poor, as well as tho rich, an idea of igber, purer things than aro to be found In tho common, stony soil, ungracod by a single flower. Again. ‘‘lt blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,” —tho man of means aud culture, who makes a garden of color and perfume about his house, and gives its beauty to the passer-by, and the poor outcast, who, toil-worn and weary, having no foot of earth ho can call hia own, pauses in hia tramp to refresh his oyes with tho loveliness which Mature aided by man has so lavishly bestowed. HEBE THERE NEED BE NO BRUIT to the culture of flowers and tiio adorning of grounds. Each unsightly wall and onthouso should bo covered with vinos, and Nature should bo followed aa closely as possible. Don’t dis figure the lawn proper’with too many beds, but, above all, don't cut it up iu a series of geometrical figures only outlined by graveled walks. They are neat, tidy, and inexpressibly ugly. On a hot summer’s day, with the sun pouring down upon such a tidy garden, with a profusion of gaudy flowers in rampant bloom, one fancies the Desert of, Sahara might bo rest to the eyes blinded by so much color and hardness. GROW ROSES IS ABUNDANCE, both tho standard and climbing varieties.- They ore always welcome, and be who has space and wealth enough to devote a portion of his grounds to a Rose-garden proper will find iu it a source of great pleasure. The Queen of Flow era will delight to honor her loving subject. Buatic Boses judiciously placed add to tbo beauty of well-kept grounds; or an old tree that is in the way may be cut down, leaving a portion of the trunk, which may bo hollowed out and used for this purpose. SO CITY IS SO FAVORABLY SITUATED as Chicago for a full development of this spe cialty. Surrounded aa she is with towns that must eventually become the placca whore her in habitants will build their homes, while the great centre will be given up to commerce and manu factures ; girdled by her numerous parka,—gar dening iu all its aspects should be made a pecu liar study. There is no reason why she should not deserve her title of the Garden City of the world; and it only remains with her inhabitants to make her such. Landscape-gardening, rock work, ferneries, miniature hot-houses, —all offer an ondlcea variety of subjects for thought and practical elucidation. To our lady-readers wo especially commend it. This you should make ONE OF Ton PECULIAR RIGHTS, Yon need not, perforce, lot all tho artificial fashions go, but pray cultivate a few notural ones. ' Go ont and dig, and let tho children do the same. Give them one littlocomer for their own, in which they can plant seeds several inches 100 deep for any possible resurrection, or, if not, can destroy’all life by frequent investigations of progress ; and one or two plants already grow ing, that tho little spot may not be ’entirely barren ; and pass all tho leisure you can spare from other occupations out of doors. Leave tho embroidered chair, the unfinished slippers, the needlework bands, for some more opportune time, tho rainy dav or the winter-hour, but now make friends with the flowers. To these-who live in cities, and have no time to look further, the wagons filled with plants, standing in tho street, offer an opportunity to obtain a few, at least, to brighten up their homes. There is another branch of industry, however, connected with this matter, which we would like to eeo become as general in this city as it ia in some of the Eastern ones ; that is tlio SALE OF PSTAT.L BOUTONNIERES at all seasons of the year. Tho peripatetic flower-girls of Now York find ready buyers for their fragrant wares, ami, at-all ecasoua of tho year, may bo found plying their trade, eo that for 5 or lo cents, winter or summer, tho flowor lover may have a Bobo or Carnation to wear in his buttonhole or at her throat. In Boston, at tho railway-stations, when the great lido of humanity comes surging into tho city in tho morning, similar stands for tho sale of flowers are to bo found ; and even tho “ rather near ” Bostonian exchanges a nickel for tho fleeting hoanty of summer-blossoms. It la tmo that in Chicago most people can gather their own flowers; hut wo think that, in the dusty business streets, a few of tiioso peripatetic Arabs might not be amiss. It is a want felt by strangers, if not realized by the more favored residents. Again, at closing, let us urge upon Chicago tho acceptance of her manifest destiny. Grow all the flowers possible in tho city, and lot park and suburb blossom like tiro Boso. Become what you profess, roallylho Garden City. WAITING. O, grieve not for her that lifo’d jonruov is ended, Itß sorrows and burdens ho early laid down ; Be glad that so soon tho freed spirit amended, Escaping tho cron* and receiving tho crown. Not dca'l,—but still living, still loving and true, She Is waiting for you, Mother, waiting for you. 0, call her not dead; she has entered tho portal Where life reigns supreme, and earth’s trials arc o’er; Though the casket is broken, the jewel immortal, like a star in Heaven's firmament, shines evermore. In tho beautiful home of tho loving and true. She is waiting for you. Father, waiting for you. You will miss her sweet presence, and, desolate-hearted, Will watch for the footsteps that come not again; But love is immortal, and souls are not parted When closely united by Love’s golden chain. And there is no death for the loving and true ; Bo comforted. Brothers, she still lives for you. Though gone from your eight, she may yet linger near you; God's ministering angels watch over earth still, And she may bo one sent to comfort and cheor you, With sweet consolation your sad hearts to fill. Sho’ll not leave you comfortless, faithful and true; Your darling ia waiting and watching for you. L. Sangeh. Curiouw It is announced that the Countess Monti jo, mother of the cx-Empress Eugenie, has suddenly lost her eyesight. -Tin's is not strictly true, as she has been’almost wholly blind for many years, though it has been a point of etiquette in her palace never to refer this infirmity, but to ad dress her os if her eves were as bright and good as they were a half century ago, when they snared’ 4ho wandering soul of the young anil dissolute Count of Xeba. The same curious eti quette prevails in the titular court of the exiled King of Hanover at Hictzing. He has been stone blind for years, yet the subject ia never mentioned in his’Court, and His Majesty keeps up the dreary comedy by complimenting the ladies who are presented to him on the freshness of their complexions, and the taste of their toilets. The Fever-Tree. In a late number of the Gazella lledica de Bahia ia an interesting account of the Eucalyp tus Globulus, an immense tree introduced into various provinces of Brazil from Australia, and called, as in Spain, the fever-tree, from its “marvelous results in the treatment of inter mittent fevers.” The tree ia colossal, some times attaining a height of 300 feet, and a diame ter of 30 feet. All parts are aromatic, less so ia the trunk and bark, more so in the email roots, flowers, and leaves. It is a comparatively new medicine, and is given internally for intermit tent fever, in doses of from one to four drachms of the powdered leaves,—twice during the inter mission,—or in infusions (two drachms in four ounces of boiling water), morning and evening. Aqueous and alcholic extracts, in doses of from two to eight grains, are also used for the same disease HAVANA AND CUBA. Glimpses of the Queen of the Antilles. Life in the Spanish West Indies —The Future of That Region. Tho recent lecture of H. O. Spofford, Esq., be fore the Ravenawood literary Association, was an excellent example of wbat our first-class lec ture associations should provide for tho enter tainment and instruction of their patrons. It is because lecture committees too frequently squander their mouey on merely Hash writers that they have disgusted the intellectual classes, and hundreds of lecture associations, once flour ishing, have ceased to exist. Tho vivid impressions of Havana and Cuba which were loft on the minds of SpoCTord’s audience wilt repasa before their memories for years, like a charming and instructive panorama. HAVANA, with its delicious climate, never touched with frost, yet seldom heated to moro than 90 degrees Fahrenheit; io the midst of a landscape the moat sunny and luxuriantly beautiful that can bo imagined; with its distant view of that grand, old-time fortress, tho Moro, which, with threaten ing browa of heavy cannon, looks'down from tho rocky heights at the entrance of tho magnificent harbor, keeping watch and guard over city and sea ; Havana, with its glorious outlying hills and valleys dotted with villas and groves of orange and palms; with its dark, investing wall around the old town; its sinister-looking sentinels on tho parapets and at tho gateways; its nar row streets within tho walls; its quaint cathe drals, and long lines of low brick or stone shops andhouaes, stuccoed ondpaintcdyellow, and pink, and blue; and, intermingled with these, its ancient palaces, and prisons, and courts, and gates, and arches, and fountains, —all in tho style of tho seventeenth century; Havana, with its broad, smooth avenues (or pasaoos) outside tho old town, stretching far away into tho rich tropical fields, and lined with luxurious dwellings of tho nobles and tho wealthy, rising in tho midst of groves and gardens of fruits and richly-colored flowers, vocal almost every night in tho year with the mirth and music of these pleasure-loving chil dren of the South, dancing on their broad piaz zas, or around tho cool fountains in tho moonlit courts; Havana, the richest jewel in tho realm of Spain,—as we listened to tho lecturer, how wo longed to revel for a season in its joyous light! Tardon so long a sentence, but all Havana and its surroundings aro but one. grand picture to ua since Mr. SpoiTord’a description; yet the lec turer drew parts of it in separate sketches. One waa of THE OBAND PLAZA (whore, it is said, was celebrated the firat mass n tho Kew World), with its surrounding palaces of tho Captain-General and tho Government Departments ; with its broad marble pavements, covering two-thirds of tho square; with its gorgeous intervening flower-heda aud shrubbery ; with its colossal statue of Ferdinand and marble figures of saints; with its military and operatic music and evening crowds of promonadors, the elite of the city. Thou there were tho animated scenes along THE GRAND PASSED, in the afternoons, when the ladies and gentle men, in splendid court equipages, or gay palan quins or Bwiffcly-llying volantcs, enjoy them selves in riding.' and the proud young Cubans exhibit their reckless horsemanship in the moat exciting manner. There, too, was the description of the wonder ful, deserted bishop’s gaede.v, with its astonishing tropical productions, and weird,' romantic legends,—where, tho negroes are made to believe, imps of Satan hold orgies every night, and may bo seen hanging by their tails from the trees, and luminous as Chinese lan terns. shedding disastrous twilight on all around. A short extract from Mr. Spofford’s descrip tion of this garden, we are Tory sure, will prove interesting hero ; the sights, and the sounds of tho winds, m that strange wood, aro ao different from the sights and sounds of our own forests : The place i a mossy, and crowded with luxuriant fo liage, but all wild and unrestrained. Every tree, and shrub, and flower a tropical climate can produce ia mingled in confusion. Groves of orange and cocoanut trots, with leaves, dense as roofs, overhead, festooned with running vines, seem like temples for the worship of Oberon or Tan; and, in other places, long lines of palms, their trunks completely bung with parasites, and their tops spreading out like Corin thian capitals—seem the first pillars of some cathedral yet to rise. There are hedges of thorn a century old, and almost as Impenetrable as the walls of the Iforo. The hot-house plants of the North, and others that can bear no removal, grow all about, In uncared-for perfec tion ; and the air is filled with the perfume of orange and lime blossoms. The sounds of the place arostrango. Instead of the low rustle of a Northern forest, there is | heard tho a harp tapping of the leaves of tho India-rub ber tree, the rattle of canes, and the loud clatter of cocoa-nuts ; and, when the wind is high, tho palms throw about their arms with tho whizzing sound of a great falling body, and the brakes of bamboo grate and shriek like some Briarean giant in agony. Mr. Spofford described THE TUAQIC SPOT, in the suburbs cf the, city, where the fifty-two misguided American followers of Lopez, the fili buster chief, met their barbarous fate so bravely, cheering the American flag, that was set above them in mockerv, till the last man fell. cm, which still retains its Indian name, was discov ered by Columbus himself, on the night of Oct. 23, 1402. It lies just within tho tropica. 130 miles peuth of the most southern point of Flor ida. Its area is equal to that of tho State of New York. Its surface is diversified with plains and mountains, some of the latter being 8,000 feet in height. ” Tho climate is most delightful. In tho interior, it is healthful throughout the year : and, aside from unusual periods of epi demic, it is sickly near the coast daring the’ rainy season pnly. The soil is most fertile, —being a rich vegetable ‘ loam, covering whole districts to a depth of from 6 to 12 feet. In tho interior ox ; .°L vast forests of valuable trees, mahogany, ebony, iignum vit®, cocoa, dye-woods, and ship-timber. Besides tho porous coral formation on which tho island is based, there are beds of granite and marble; and, in the mountains, mines of copper and coal. The island is free - from wild ani mals and noxious reptiles, and has fewer poi sonous insects than most other tropical coun tries. tite ponreATioy or Cuba is now about 1,500,000, nearly one-half of whom arc white. Only ono-seventcenth of the whites, or about ono-thirty-fifth part of the population, are pure-blooded Spaniards. The rest of those called whites are Creoles for tinged with the blood of the natives). Two hundred thousand of the blacks are free, and there are about 100,000 Chinese Coolies, and 500,000 slaves. The Spanish army required to govern these 1,500,000 varies from 20,000 to 00,000 men, or from one to three times the standing army of tho‘United States. Mr, Spofford says that ** To describe the con dition of Cuba is but to pass from one abomina tion to another.** The Creoles aro kept under the heel of the Spaniards. THE SLAVES follow generally the Pagan worship of Africa, bowing to idols and serpents, and sometimes to the whip of the overseer, as the most potent demon power with which they are acquainted. i: The more intelligent ones mingle a spirit of revenge with their devotions, and believe in the promise of their conjurers, that fdr the spirited and bravo there is reserved a future of eternal happiness, where rice and tobacco grow spon taneously, and they shall enjoy a Paradise of im mortal drunkenness from strong water served in the skulls of their Spanish masters.” In Havana, slavery is somewhat modified: but the slave that enters a plantation is lost. Ho that enters the gate of a Cuban plantation leaves hope behind.” Por the first five years, the slave is taxed all that he can bear; bu;, after that, the published maxim of plantation political economy declares that it is most profitable to double the tasks, and kill off the slave as soon as possible to make place for fresh importations. * Popular education in Cuba receives no en couragement from Government. But one in sixty of the population can read and write. Mr. Spofford dwelt eloquently upon THE WBOJTOS OF CUBA; but it is no disparagement of the speaker to say that the most eloquent appeal to the sympathies oC his audience, in this part of the lecture, was contained in the bare strong facts which he pre sented. When Republican Soain grants Chiba Republican liberty, and bids Ler start forward again in the swift race of progress she was pur suant when her representation la the Cortes was arbitrarily tom from ber, in 1820, then shall ive behold the same God-favored isle, and skv and sea,—but (let us hope}, a far happier people. NOTES BY THE WAYSIDE, Old Kewport. Special Correspondence of The Chicago Tribune, Newpobt, March, 1573. The summer Newport is cosmopolitan. Every body baa a personal interest in its cool breezes/ its rolling surf, and its pleasant drives. Its very name baa a fresh ocean flavor, tb&t somehow tempers the hot breath of July, and calls to gether tho gay crowds that flit for a little hour through the villa-lined streets, and disappear,— a brief summer-pageant that fades with the leaves and flowers. But tho winter Newport in quite a different affair. Tho birds of gay plumage havo taken their flight. Tho vivid tropical coloring is gone,' and only the quaint, old, sombre reality is left, with its curious freight of relics and reminis cences. Tho broad streets are lonely and de serted. You drive pant long lines of villas with shutters closed and gates barred. It might be a city of tho dead for all tho life yon seo among tho stately mansions, and ghosts might hold high carnival there, undisturbed by intrusive mortals. The. cool breezes arc a trifle too cool, and you long for a breath from the tropics, as you look, past tho dark rocks that frown solemnly upon you out of their gray or white settings, into tho wido ocean that lifts its palo crests angrily, and min gles its voice, in no gentlo tone, with tho rush of tho March wind. Modern Newport is not at tractive in its winter undress, and you are glad to come back to Old Newport, with its wealth of story and tradition, that the wintry winds cannot put to flight. Old Newport sits quietly by its firesides, among tho foot-prints of pact generations. Each old family mansion has a story of its own; and the low ceilings, wainscoted walls, and small squaro panes, seem to talk to you out of tho last century, Tho people, too, havo such a clear backward view that there is no especial necessity for looking forward at all. Every body knows all about his neighbor, and his, neighbor's father, and grandfather, and* great grandfather, and so on, to the fortunate ancestor who came over in that capacious ship, the May flower. Strange family histories are woven and* interwoven with dark threads of tragedy, that make you wonder why everybody doesn't turn novelist. It would cot require a great fnnd of either imagination or Invention to draw from life, with one's neighbor for a central figure; and. verily, fact is stranger than fiction. I never fully understood before why good novelists aro necessarily the of an old soil. Ono must have lived among histories in order to construct them well, and puf- Ufo into them. A new soil has no histories, — only possibilities; and ono cannot build without, a foundation. .Here one stumbles upon a rem iniscence at every step; and yet the place is not' so very old, as tho world counts.age ; —only old relatively to places that have not outlived a’ sin gle generation. You tako up a copy of tho “ Oldest Newspaper, in America." It tells yon that it was “Estalishcd by Franklin in 1758." You naturally suppose it* was the Franklin, and wonder why you never heard that Benjamin Franklin started that ven erable sheet. But your faith in newspapers gen erally suffers a slight shock—perhaps not tho first ono—upon being told that it was not the Frank lin, but his nephew. There is a sly little ortho dox deception lurking in that perfectly truthful hue: but, of course, one is not responsible for unwarranted conclusions. Nobody said it waa Dr. Franklin. One of tho first objects that strike you, in your morning walk, is a moss-grown pile which they call the Ola Stone Mill. It stands in a conspicuous spot, and looks ancient; but you cannot Bee any possible reason for calling it a mill. It looks more like a dismantled fortress, or a substantial summer-house, such as tho Titans might havo built for their children to play in. But tradition Bays it was a mill; so you rest content that tradition knows more about it than you do, and that people used to havo a pe culiar tort of mills. But, when tradition tells you that it was built by the' Norsemen, in the tenth century, or thereabouts, tho spirit of skepticism quietly demurs, and asks for proofs. The honor of Columbus is invaded, as well as that of the other man with a long name, who left us the heritage of a part of it. Various hieroglyphics and architectural points are brought to bear upon tho question; and, as you cannot prove to tho contrary, you conclude that it iras built by tho Norsemen, and that this is the Vinlaud of Danish tradition. By way of mental reservation, you also speculate as to tho extent to which faith might be cultivated by ex ercise, and remember tho story of the Greek athlete who acquired tho power to carry an 05 by commencing in its infancy. Just as you have settled this point satisfactory ly, some one of smaller antiquarian proclivities tells you that it was probably built by Gov. Bene dict Arnold, tho first Charter Governor of tho Colony. You immediately recall tho famous traitor, and wonder at what period of his life ho held that position, when your curiosity is satis fied by tho intelligence that there were firoßeno* diet Arnolds, With a momentary feeling of sympathy for the one who was not the traitor, you/ pass by the Norsemen's foot-printa,—which,on the whole, you rather prefer to believe in, whether they are genuine or not, because they suggest such a pleasant little fiction,—and wander mttf the old .Redwood Library. There is a solid look about the low building, with its four Doric umcfl in front, that prepares you for something very substantial within. The courteous Librarian sits meditatively among tho worn and venerable volumes, —now and then exchanging a wordwitK a solitary visitor who drops in, lingers for a tie while, and “ silently steals away.” There ia a solemn, reverential air about tho place that doesn’t favor walking in and out* People seem to glide through in ai hushed sort of way, as they do at funerals. In- 1 deed, there is something rather funereal in the long rows of solemn faces looking down frontf tho walls upon these huge piles of dead men’s 1 thoughts. You wonder how many of them havo hung there to bo gazed at, all of the 125 years since tho Library was built, and if they are aV< wavs going to hang there. You linger before some valuable works of art, glance hopelessly at the shelves of buried wisdom that nobody can evee unearth, and “steal away silently,” like all thd rest. If you happen there on Sunday, you wander into Trinity Church, in the shadow of which dead men have slept more than 150 years. Yoq stop among tho decaying tombstones, perhaps, to read a fow of tho quaint inscriptions ; then’ enter and take your scat in oue of tho -old-fash** ioned pows, which are as high and square as the creeds which hemmed in men's souls. Before you. and a little back of theccntro of tho church** is tho high pulpit; while over it hangs the ponderous sounding-board, looking like a stem fate that stands ready to crush the unlucky vic tim who utters a thought of heresy.' Here and there, a marble tablet in die wall tells yon of some one who lived/ died, and is sleeping there, —perhaps is listening now to short-sighted mortal words. Who knows ? Behind you is the organ presented by Bishop. Berkeley, in 1733. History has it that it was* first sent to a church in Berkeley, Mass., where it was voted “ an instrument of the devil for the entrapping of men’s souls.” The devout people of that-primitive town refusing to have anything to do with such a wicked thing, it was subse quently to Trinity Church, where, it is to bo hoped, it has changed masters, and “heaped coals of fire ” upon its over-xealous slanderers- Like the tall spire, it is still eurmountod by the Royal crown. Von forgot to listen to the ser mon. The place, with its traditions, and sug gestions, and associations, is a sermon in itself, and fills you with a curious sense of contact with intangible things. You are rather glad, on the whole, for a breath of the outer air, thai brings you back to this late hour of the nine teenth century. But, whichever way you turn, you find your self face to face with a history. There is the house in which Channing was bom, venerable with its weight of 150 years. There are othe* mansions connected with names of Revolution ary fame, and names well known in tbs local annals, long before beauty and fashion had chosen the spot for a summer pageant, Hera lived Allston, end Maibone, end Stuart, and King, breathing inspiration from fresh breezes, and the music of the dashing waves. Here, among the rocky cliffs, Berkeley pondered upon the grave problems of human I have scarcely touched upon a tithe of tba well-known spots consecrated by ago or story, and upon the charms of ocean scenery, n°t all. But the quiet city has an old-time that the summer-visitor would scarcely discover, —something qnite apart from the attractions ol rock and cave, of dashing equipages and bnu iant crowds. Another time, wnen Nature put* on a summer face, perhaps we will come agwa* A. B. G. M

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