Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune, May 25, 1873, Page 6

Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune dated May 25, 1873 Page 6
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6 - PEBSQDIGAL LITERATURE. Scribner’s, Harper’s, and Lippincptt’s .. Magazines for June. . Bret Harte and His, Works—Driving Snipe—lrish and Germans in . America. ■. . _t Fins. IS.—Cornell University—Eccol- lections of an Old Stager— The Pirate Beal!. “ Whet Shall We Do -With Scrog-gs P” The Saw American Abroad —Mr. Gladstone—An ~, .. . ’ English Waiter. SCRJSNEfi’S. DUET HAUTE’S works, according to no Ices an authority than tho genial German poet, Ferdinand Freihgrath, have drawn hearts to him wherever the language of Sbakspearc, and Milton, and Byron is spoken. His readers, who strotch from tho coasts of the Pacific Ocean to tho English coast of the North Sea, must feel a kindly curi osity to know something of., the life through which so much has come to enrich their own lives. This affectionate inquisitiveness Noah 23rooks gratifies in his sketch. He was born at Albany, N. Y., 1839, and his baptismal name Is Francis Bret Harte; Left fatherless, Uarte wandered off to California in 3?".}, dazzled with the golden visions, which then transfigured that distant laud; and, won by the fan tastic romance which stories of tho Spanish occupa tion, sudden wealth, surprising adventure, and novel life and scenery invested the country, he cast himself Into the changeful stream of humanity which ebbed cud flowed among tho young cities by the sea, the pine-dad ridges of the Sierra, and the rude camps of the gold-hunters which were then breaking the still ness of long unvoxed solitudes. No age nor condition, no quality of manhood, no grade of moral or mental culture was unrepresented in that motley- tide of migration. The dreamy young student, tho future poo: of the Argonauts of 1819, drifted on with tho rest. For two or three years he, like all restless wander ers of those days, pursued » various calling and had no fixed aljode. An unsatisfied desire for chancre, a hair-confessed impatience with long tarrying in any spot, seemed to possess every soul. Mining camps rnd even thrifty towns were depopulated in a single tiay, tho unnoted casualties of their rough life empty ing a few places, the rest being eagerly left behind by men who drifted .far and wide; their late coveted «• claims ” were quickly occupied by other rovers from other fields. Uarte mined a little, taught school a little, tried hie band at type-setting and frontier journalism, climbed mountains and threaded ravines ns the mounted messenger of an express company, or ccted as agent for that company in some of the mountain towns which we have learned to know ro well as Sandy Bar, Poker Flat, and Wingdam. But all the while the lithe, agile, and alert young artist was absorbing impressions of the picturesque life, cornery, manners, and tali, which surrounded him as mi atmosphere. In 1857, or thereabouts, he drifted back to San Fran cisco—“ The Bay,” as tho pleasant city by the sea was fondly called by the-wandering sons of adventure. The Bay waa the little Heaven, where were cool sea winds, good cheer, and glimpses of that sensuous life which was then thought of as a far-off, faintly-remem bered good found only in “the Statcfl.'' , Hero Harte speedily developed into a clever young litterateur. Working in the composing-room of a weekly literary journal, he put into type some of his own graceful little sketches by way of experiment. .These were noticed and 'appreciated by the editor, And he was translated from “ the. case ” to the edi torial room of the Golden Era, where some of the pleasant papers which find place in his later published works were written. Those ware chiefly local sketch es, like “ A Boy’s Bog,” “ Sidowalkiugs t ” and “ From a Balcony.” Meantime, marriage and the cares of a growing household had changed the vagrant fancy of the young writer, and he roved no more. He wrote a great deal which has not been gathered up, and in the columns of the daily papers, as well as in the Cali/vr ma:i t a literary weekly'which he some time edited, appeared innumerable papers which enriched the cur rent literature of those limes, and swelled the volume cf that higher quality of California journalism which seems now to have passed quite away. In lS6i he was appointed Secretary of tho United States Branch Mint in San Francisco, a position which, during tho six years ho held it, gave him time and op portuaityfor more careful- work than any which no had heretofore accomplished. During this time some of the most famous of his poems and sketches were written. “ John Bums of Gettysburg,” “ The' Plio cene Skull,” “ Tho Society upon tho Stanislow,” “How are - you. Sanitary?” and other little unique gems of verse were written about this time and first appeared (for the most part) anonymously in tho San Francisco newspapers. In July, 18G8, the publication of the Overland Monthly was begun, with Bret Harte ns its organizerand editor. The success of tho maga zine was immediate and decided. We cannot tell how much cf its renown was owing to the scries of remark able storierf which immediately began to flow from tho pen of the accomplished editor, or -how much to tho rare talent which he seems to have had in awaking the dormant energies of those who constituted his loyal staff of contributors. The Overland became at once a unique, piquant, and highly-desired element in the current literature of the Bopublic; and it found s multitude of readers on both sides of the Atlantic. In its pages, August, 3663. appeared “ The Luck of Soaring Camp,” a story which, whatever may be the merits of those which have succeeded it, gave Harte the first of his great fame os a prose-writer. But it was not until January of the next year that the stimu lated appetite of the Impatient public was appeased by the production of “The Outcasts of Poker Fiat,” a dramatic tale which probably contains more firmly drawn and distinct. characters than have appeared in any one of Harte's stories or sketches. • “ Higgles ” came next, and, J mar shaled in their long array, the inimitable.personages who figure in still later stories emerged from their £itedowy realm and passed into the language and fa miliar acquaintance of the English-speaking world. Col. Starbottle, John Oakhurst, Stumpy, Tennessee's Partner, and Higgles—with laughter and with tears we remember them all; we shall know them as long as we know Sam ‘Weller, Hicawber, Little Noll, and tho .goodly company called into,being by that other magi cian who has, at last, laid down his wand forever. ' THE ASCENT OF MOUNT HATDEN •is a new chapter of Western discovery, by R. P* ; Langford, who relates his adventures and the discoveries of Dr. Hayden's Geological Survey t in the ’Wonderland of tho Upper Yellowstone re-' £ion. The article is illustrated profusely and beau- and has an additional interest'from the explorations of Gen. Forsyth in the same di- Mr. liSngdon delights in recounting r and practical jokes : Among our oWbsT . 1 . * , 0 , Medary— was a trapper named Shep •nothing betterth^tou^™, 0 ‘ mtainecr * who liked nate “ pilgrim ” or “ tender •enough to confide in his stories of mountain*!!'^™ 1116 “ What a night! ” said Shop, aa the moon rose •broad and dear—“ what a glorious night for drivin’ snipe 1 ” Here was something new. Two of our young men were eager to learn all abont-tbc mvstery.- • • • ’ ” “ Driving snipe! what’s that, Shep 7 Tell us about “ Did ye never bear?” replied Shop, with a face ex pressive of wonder at their ignorance. “Why, it’s as lold as the mountains. I guess; we always choose such ■weather as this for drivin’ snipe. The snipe are fat now, and they drive better, and they’re better eatiu’ too. I tell you, a breakfast of snipe, broiled on the Buffalo chips, is not bad to take, is it, Dick ?” Beaver Dick, who had just arrived in camp, thus ap pealed to, growled an absent to the proposition con tained in Shop’s question; and tho boys, more anxious than ever, pressed Shep for an explanation, -“Maybe,”said one of them, “mavbo wo can drive Ihe snipe to-night and get a mess for breakfast; what bavewegot to do, Shep?” ** Oh, well,” responded Shep. “if you’re soplagucy Ignorant, Pm afeared yon won’t do.* Howscmcvcr, you can try. You boys get s couple of them inmuy sacks and candles, and well go out and start ’em up.” Elated with the idea of having a mess of snipe for breakfast, the two young men, under Shop's direction, cadi equipped with a gunny-sack and candle, fol lowed him out upon the plain, half a miir. from camp, accompanied by some half-dozen members of our party. The spot'was chosen because of its prox • Smity to a marsh, which was supposed to bo filled with snipe. In reality it was tho swarming place for mosquitoes, “ Now,” said Shep, stationing tho boys about ten feet apart, “ open yoar sacks. Ikj sure aud keep tho mouths of ’em wide open,’and after we leave you, light your candles and hold ’em well into the .sack, bo that nbe snipe can see, and the rest of us will drive ’em up. It may take a little spell to get ’em started, but if you wait patiently they’ll come.'! - . With this assurance the snipe-drivers left ‘ them and returned Immediately to*camp,, “ I’ve got n couple of green ’tins out there,” said he, with a sly wink, “They’ll wait some time for tho tnipc to come up, T reckon.” The boys followed directions,—tho sacks' wero held wide open, tho caudles kept in place. There they rtood, the exsy prey of the” remorseless mosquitoes. An hour passed away, and yet from the ' ridge above xlse camp the light of tho candles could be seen across the plain. Shep now stole quietly out of comp, and, making a long circuit, came up behind tho victims, md, raising a war-whoop, fired his pistol in the air.- The boys dropped their sacks aud started on a two forty pace for camp, coming in amid the laughter and ehonia of their companions. -- Gen. T. A. Walker, who knows, if any one does, how to get at the secret of statistics, considers .the question of the comparative fecundity of the Germans and Irish in the United States, .which he treats under the head of -• “ AMERICAN IRISH AND AMERICAN GERMANS, ” ‘ to be of peculiar importance now in view of the differences in the political affinities andpolltical Aptitudes jf these t\ro elements of our popula- tion. so strongly developed within tho past few years. The new feature of foreign parentage, introduced ' for ■..•the 1 first -■> time ’ in the last census; ■ affords tlio data- by - which to determine whether the Irish or Gormans, Increase mosfc r rapidly;' His very Ingenious t>r<>- -Cess of unraveling the figures of. the .census and ■get at the facts lie scobs is too intricate and long; to bo reproduced. -His conclusions differ‘from the general bel r ef that tho Irish are the most prolific: It is undoubtedly nn almost universal opinion throughout the Eastern States, an opinion, moreover, which extends in a considerable degree over tho en tire country, that the Irish exhibit much ibehigher degree of fecundity. There may bo persona whoaeop portunities for observation have been such as topers suade them of the contrary; there may bo 'communi ties'where tho,opposite view prevails ;.bat the general' belief is quite dearly what hna'becn expressed. It is easy to explain this belief.' The Irish immigra tion was the first to reach us. The occounts so fre quently repeated, • in connection with the Famine, of the prodigious increase of this people,-have combined with tho observations made by our own dtizeus in contrasting the increase in the families of these for eigners with the rate prevailing among the native .population, to give* this opinion almost the currency and authenticity of a proverb.- An opinion thus gen erally diffused is not soon or easily displaced from tho popular mind. The Germans camo later; they, went largely to other portions of tho country, where the rate of Increase' in the native population was more rapid than in tho communities to which tho Irish tended, where, consequently, tho contrast between native and foreign habits was much less striking, ami whore, moreover, speculations on tho laws of popula tion wete not much indulged in. Hence it is that tho belief first formed in respect to this matter has so gen erally held its place, and that it is so common to speak of tho increase of our Irish cjiJ/eus as transcending that of any other portion of our population. It is the object of this paper to show that the belief is a mis taken one; that the Irish among us, as they have placed themselves and as they are occupying them selves, are not contributing to tho generrd increase of the population in a degree exceeding that cf tho American-Germane: on tho contrary, that while, in the absence of direct or positive proof, absolute assur ance cannot be reached, tho probabilities incline, and incline strongly, to the greater, fecundity of the latter element. • - Gaiiler B’Abaiu describes an audience with pope rius ix., on whom the eyes of the world, Catholic-and Protestant as well, are to-day boat with affec tionate solicitude; This old man, entirely, clad in white, white cf hair, with blanched wrinkles on his face, as if the blood had departed, inspires you immediately with a very great respect. One might say it was au apparition of a phantom of snow. His girdle of white moire glitters on the background of his robe like a blade of ice. The gold chain which he wears on his neck, his red slip pers, and his glance still bright, throw a myste rious splendor on. that whiteness. His body has remained ■ strong; ho has renisled his eighty winters. Ills step is easy; his face of an exceeding gentleness, noble and mobile, has preserved a beam-of youthfulucss.' His forehead is burdened lees thorn usual with cares ; lost Sunday his little niece, Mme. la Comtossc Maria-Pia Maslai- Ferreti, took the veil of tho Oblates at the convent of Tor .di Speech!. That religious festival made his heart young again. -<- > Pio Nono in his left hand holds a letter behind his back; his right blesses the persons who happen to bo on his way. Ho first speaks a few words to a Car dinal, then to one of the three persons in frock-coats, then to the Archbishop of Iconium, with whom ho converses for a moment. I am at the side of Mgr, PassavalU; Mgr. Hied, who had. the goodness to an nounce mo to Holy Father a little before, gives my name, , “Ah, you then are the former Gencral-in-Chlcf of tho forces of the Kingdom of Siam?” . “Yes, Most.Holy Father,” - “ I was very sincerely afliictod by the death of the King of Siam, whom I*lorcd because of the protection he.afforded to the Catholic missionaries, Has his suc cessor the same sentiments?” “ Yes, Most Holy Father, Prince Maha - Chulalon Korn follows in the steps of his illustrious father.” The Pope asked one of hia chamberlains for the' King of Siaih’B letter, written in September, 1852, and which was presented to him by two young Siamese un der tho guidance of Mgr. Pallegoix, Bishop of Mallos, and Apostolical Vicar of Siam. Here is a passage from that curious letter, which, in accordance with tho epistolary custom of Somdctch- Piira-Paramendr-Haha-Hongkut, is a very long one: “lam not yet a believer in Christ; lam a pious fol lower of Buddhism; but I only hold to the philosophy of that religion, which has been disfigured by fables so monstrous and absurd that it seems to me it will soon disappear from the world. Your Holiness may be fully persuaded that in my reign there will be no. persecutions of Christians, and that the Homan Catho lics, especially protected, shall never bo employed in any superstitious rite contrary to their religion, which matters I have charged the Bishop of Mallos to ex plain to your Holiness.” “And be keeps his promise, does he not,' General?” “ Perfectly, Most Holy Father.** “So much the better, for I am not disquieted In that direction. Would to God that as much could be said of other parts of the earth I Shall you stay long in Home?” “ Not as long ma I could wish, Most Holy Father, I ehall pass but a few weeks here.?’ “Nevertheless, there is much to be learned for men who are interested in policies.” “ Very true, Moat Holy Father; but Your Holiness knows that in this world one never, docs what one wishes,” “ Have you still your family?” “ That happiness has gene, Holy Father. I lost them all in the French-war.” - He gives mo his benediction, and then turns toward a prelate who hands him a petition. Cardinal Berardi puts on his shoulders a purple mantle, bordered all about with doth of "gold.. ■ Pio Nono takes tho head of the' procession, stopping now' and then and speaking a few graceful words. -We follow him across the four drawing-rooms which we had already passed through. We cut diagonally the vestibule of the crimson lackeys and in his train reach a grand drawing-room .where fifty persons are ranged along tho walls. The ladies are in black with false mantillas. The Holy Father makes the circuit of the whole room, says a word to each stranger, stops : for five minutes near an ancient lady, who bursts into tears and crouches upon the ground, so profound is ' her emotion. . Sobs choke her Toico; she has difficulty in making herself understood. Pio Kono consoles her in a truly paternal manner. Then he addresses a few words in a firm voice and in French to tho persons gathered about rhim. Wo kneel; ho gives his general Benediction and goes out by the vestibule, followed by his court, passes the guard-room, where the Swiss present arms to him on their knees, and proceeds to take his promenade in the library, the weather being too, uncertain to descend into the gardens of the. .Vatican. Every day this ceremony is repeated. The . Pope, 31. Gamer says, rises at 6in the morning, Alone and without aid from a chamber lain, in spite of his extreme old age i Having performed his meditation, lie rings for his chamberlain, who watches in a room adjoining his, and proceeds to read his mass in the Pontifical chapel, assisted by bis Grand Almoner, Mgr. do Merode, Archbishop of Mitylcne, and his sacristan, Mgr. Mari nelle, Archbishop of Porphiry. . A quarter of an hour later bo takes a light meal, receives Cardinal Antonelli, opens his letters, gives audiences. At half-past 11 or at midday his promenade begins. At 2 o’clock ho dines, eating little and drinking Bordeaux wine, which the sisterhood of St, Joseph of Bordeaux send him. Ifo rests’ himself aoout 4 on an extension chair. Then he • receives * the Cardinals, the religious orders; studies the matters submitted to him. At 7 the official receptions are onened until 9.o’clock; he goes to bed at half-past 10 or 11 o’clock. He no longer leaves the Vatican : this impressionable Pontl/T, who used to love the actAy»*--: tlons of. the populace.. wears moonirtns-ra ms palace.. 1 . At Home there arc no timer religious fetes or is said to-bo klmt and tender, but a man •r impressions.' Barely does be torn back from a first Q a**i-“-;-mcn.and things please him or-displease him at first sight, and preserve la his eyes tlielr agreeable or disagreeable physiognomy. ..Thisspontaneity!of re-, solve, which proceeds from a great delicacy of the per ceptive faculties, renders Mm a person molded with difficulty. In" truth,'the great art of Cardinal Anto nclll, by which he has preserved the.favor of. the sov ereign through a long reign of twenty-seven years, has been to discover his faintest thoughts aniVconrorm himself to them. - --- - ' J. M, Hart, in . “ CORNELL UNIVERSITY,” gives, in the course of his.description of its origin aud present condition, a brief, account of Mi*. Cornell’s endowments, and the disposition of the land-grants, about which thore liavo been so loudly uttered charges of corruption : f The-University was bom in troublous limes, - Its germ lay in the act of Congress, 'passed in tho darkest days of tho war, July, 18G2, whereby public lands were apportioned among the several States for tho purpose of encouraging’ instruction in agriculture, the me chanic arte, ana military tactics. The share of the State of New York amounted, in scrip, to WO.OOi) acres. After much delay, and not a little counter-legislation (for tho details of which the reader may consult the Laws Bclating'io the Univcmty, printed by order of tho Trustees), this scrip and the proffered endowment of $500,000 from Mr. Cornell were consolidated, and tho University was incorporated in 18C3. It was open ed in October, 18C3, with a faculty of sixteen profeeabrs and two assistants, and au entering class of over three hundred. The faculty were strangers to the students, and almost strangers to one another. There was but one building available .for recitations • and even that was unfinished. The road leading to the University was in wretched condition, and at times almost impassable'from frequent rains. Only ono who witnessed the difficulties .under which President and faculty struggled throughout that fall term can realize tho burden of them or appreciate tho smooth ness aud regularity of tho present organization. Not beforc the Christmas vacation came the first breath- Ing-spcll, when the faculty could look around them and see that tho University really bad consistency and shape. Since that time progress has been uni form and rapid. The number of full professors has grown to twenty; of aasatant professors*, eleven; instruciers, three; non-resident pro fessors, eight; besides a number of short-course lec turers on special topics. In round numbers, the entire educational staff may be estimated at fifty. Tho num ber of students has increased to 025. In place of oho over-crowded building there arc now five, while the. ground for the sixth,- the Sage' building, has already been broken. , -r- ■ -- ?« •? : The funds, also, hare l>een greatly augmented. The original endowment was composed of. the $500,000 from Mr. Cornell and the scrip for nearly a million of. acres of ‘Western lands.' To his original gift Mr. Cor nell has added the land bn which the buildings ore erected; a large' farm for the agricultural department, apparatus, and other donations aggregating over (200,000 additional. Of the . scrip, 400,000 acres were sold as scrip for ahoutH on acre; ‘ aiid tho proceeds i , 25, 1573. - added to the other cash endowments. The scrip for the remaining WO,OOO acres was carefully located, chiefly in ;Wiucousin. Some of these lands Imre . recently been sold at a handsome profit; upward of 200,000 acres at %i and at $5 an acre* The income from vested funds has thus been raised from $60,000 to $140,000, whllo there is still a residue cf 270,000 acres of choice ’Western lands held for future sale. These, from “ The Old Cabinet,” need no in troductory word of praise A RIDDLE OF LOVERS. There lived a lady who wag lovelier Than anything that my poor skill may paint,—. Though I would follow round the world till faint I fell, for Just one little look at her. - - Who said she seemed liko this or, that did err ; Hike her dear self she was, alone,—no taint From touch of mortal or of earth bleat saint Serene, with many a faithful worshiper! There is no poet’n poesy would not, When laid against the whiteness of hep meek. Proud, solemn face—make there a pitiful blot. It is so strange that I can never speak ' Of her without a tear. O,lforgotl This surely may fall blameless on that check! But of my ladyVlovors there were two Who loved her more than all; nor she nor they . Thought which of these two loved her beat. One way This had of loviug; that another knew. One round her neck bravo arms of empire threw, And covered her with kisses where she lay. Tho other sat apart, nor did betray Sweet sorrow at that sight; but rather drew His pleasure of his lady through tho soul Aud sense of this-one. So there truly ran Two separate loves through 0110 embrace, —the whole That lady had of both when oho began To clssp her close hep to love's goal. Now read my lovers' riddle if you can! X Winn BE BRAVE FOB THEE, DEAR HEART. I will bo bravo for thee, dear heart; for thee My boasted bravery forego. I will For thee bo wise aa that wine king, until That wise king’s fool for thy sake X shall be. No grievous cost in anything I sec ‘ That brings thee blisr, or only keeps thee still, In painless peace. So Heaven thy cup but fill, Be empty mine unto eternity! Come to me, love, and let mo touch thy face! Lean to me, love, cud breathe on mo thy breath 1 FJy from me, love, to some for hiding place. If thy one thought of me or hlnderem Dr hurtoth thy sweet soul,—then grant me grace To bo forgotten, though that grace be death. HARPER’S. Tlmddous Stevens and Fraukliu Pierce, the “ Old Staler” says, in his RECOLLECTIONS,” were among tho Congressmen who used to risk their money at the gambling-tahlo of Long’s well-known establishment on the comer of Sixth street and Pennsylvania avenue: The Washington gambling-houses have never been supported to any considerable extent by the resident population. Members of Congress, particularly from tho South, Southwest, and West, were the largest con tributors to tho incomes of the sporting men. Con tractors and Indian traders were generally bold and sometimes desperate players. Members of the House frequently staked their mileage and per diem at the faro-tablc, and they played all sorts of round games, short cards,” as they were called, in the club rooms. Probably the amount risked would not constitute what is termed “high play” la these days, 'but the losses of these men of limited means were often sufficient to keep them impoverished and embarrassed daring their entire Congressional service. Some men played for excitement chiefly, not caring much whether they won or lost. Thaddeus Slovens was one of this description, lie was like Fox, who described winning at hazard os the greatest pleasure in life, and losing at the same gamo us the next greatest. Stevens lost and won with the same apparent indifference. He played with consummate coolness, never lost his temper, and never increased the amount of his bet either to retrieve his losses or more rapidly to Increase Lis winnings. His sarcastic remarks upon the discomposure of his fellow-players, who sometimes exclaimed with rage and pro fanity at t&cir ill luck, were always witty as well os'*' catting. While they were eating and drinking with tho voracity of cormorants, ho never indulged in anything more stimulating than a cracker and sip of water. The contrast between his coolness and apparent apathy and the eager, fierce ex citement of others sitting at the same table and en gaged in the same pursuit was amazing. I June rare ly seen a more pitiable and painful exhibition than was often presented by the ungovomod passions of a game ster after a run of ill luck. To Hr. Slovens such dis plays of weakness seemed to afford amusement rather than to excite sympathy or compassion. He was a hard, cynical man, capable of acta of bcue volccco under strong emotion, but gentleness or tenderness was not bis ordinary mood, lie throw off more good things in conversation without effort than uny man I ever saw, and his sayings were pointed with a degree of epigrammatic force tiut I never witnessed lu any other man.. . Gambling on the turf Lad Us.votaries, an well, among tho dignitaries of tho laud. Then as now, on the race-conrso, the outsiders used to bo taken in and plundered by tho knowing ones. Experienced turfmen were accustomed to laugh at the idea of a fair race. The result wan known to g few favored once in advance. This wss tho case in important races with hardly an excep tion. And oven men of the highest repute, and of the nicest sen&o of honor, get their notions of right and wrong Badly confused under- the temptations of tho racc-courae ; A more chivalric, high-toned, and gallant gentleman' than Gen. Jzckson did not live among bis contempora ries. And yet a story was current in Tennessee some fifty years ago—whether true or false lam notable to say—winch goes to show that even ho was shrewdly suspected of playing his game wiih the “ advantages,” in the dainty phraseology of sporting men. The story ran in this wise: The General, became discontented with a mulatto boy, who had Le*n Ids favorite rider, and sold him to a neighbor, who was lib great rival on the turf. The boy was to ride in a very important race against a fa vorite horse of the General’s. Jackson had a heavy bet pending on the race, and ho was overheard remou-, stratiug with his late rider: “ You black rascal, mind , what you aro about. None of your old tricks If I catch you squirting your tobacco-jixice in my boy’s, eyes I’ll cut your heart cut.” *, This may have been a pnfo fabrication ; but if sharp practice on the turf had not been the rule rather than the an aqnocduto of this description could not have obtained currency as applied to Gm. Jackson. - Id speaking of the Mexican Commission, the. “Old Stager” says: There was a degree of form and ceremony about the 1 organization of the Board, which was endeavored to bo carried out in the. proceedings, altogether distasteful to the Commissioners, who were practical, sensible men, ..with no nonsense about them. There was a secretary, a clerk, • and two messengers, and these understrappers had contrived to surround tho Board with a sort of solemn dignity, the reflex of which they expected to enjoy themselves in an enhanced degree of obsequiousness and servility on the part of claimants. This thing was carried so far as to provok > some mer riment among gentlemen visiting tho Commission, and: In the Board also. A newspaper correspond ent,’ on "Intimate terms with the gentlemen composing the Board, determined to, shock tho sensitive nerves of the subordinates who had formed such au exaggerated estimate of the dignity and consequence of .the concern. Galling in at the antechamber, ho desired one of the messengers to in quire whether tho Board was specially engaged. Tho negro made the inquiry, and informed the gentleman that the honorable Commissioners were considering a case, but they would receive any communication which —. miybt wish4o moke. Entering the presence, ho asked .if the Board was prepared to entertain a proposition .which he desired to offer, - Tho secretary - nnd clerk opened their oyoa in amazement, con founded by his presumption. Tho President cour teously replied that the Board waa considering an im portant case, but would hear anything which tho gen tloman might have to propose. “I move,”said ho, *• that the Board adjourn, and go around to Potter’s and take a drink.” - “Carriedunanimously,” replied the* President, and thesittiug was closed for the day. - THE MARQUIS OP HASTINGS, better known'iu American history as Lord Baw dou, was one of the most successful and efficient of the British officers in America. . While eu-: gaged in his campaign in this country, ho was very zealous in the garnering of precious facts in hia experience. Ho seems to have obtained from some of the accomplished engineers of the British army a series of in wator-color, of many of tho scenes and events in his experi ence hero. A considerable number.'of these sketches have been, preserved until the.present time, and, in consequence of tho nnibrlftincss of Lord'Rawdon’a grandson and titular succes sor, tho late Marquis of Hastings, they found their .way, some of them into tho hands of pri vate purchasers, and others into tho public - auction-rooms of Loudon. Some of these fell into tho lauds of Thomas Addis Emmet, ono of tho most generous and liberal of tho few Americans who indulge in the costly but delightful, and useful pastime of gath ering up for preservation such precious grains of the fine gold of our history, which might otherwise be forever lost; and he has placed them at the service of Mr, B. P, Loseing, who makes them the thread of a paper entitled “ The Marquis of Hastings in America.” These sketch es portray the attack on Boston, tho burning of Charlestown, the battle of Bunker Hill, Now York, the lauding of tho British forces in Now Jersey, and aro accompanied with comment and description by Mr. Leasing, whoso studies have made him so familiar with this interesting ground. Constance P. Woolson, in “ Tho Wine-Islands of Lake Erie,’.’ recalls the traditions of tho de parted Indian tribes who need to throng their shores, tells the story of ; the battle of Pnt-in- Bay, where Perry rescued the lake from British control, and recites the fresher episode of THE PIEATE BEALL j Tfc.® yonng Virginian, an officer of the Confederate »my, wee inure as pirate and spy on Governor’s Island, New York • Harbor, Fob., 24, 1865. , Tho Bentonco was just,- and its execution a necessary part of Uie discipline'of war. Yet now that years have elapsed, and we can review {be past without •• that terrible. personal,inloroat that- made our heartsbam 'within ns, there ia .something worthy of note in the story ot this man, who, young, wealthy, and educated, threw himself, as it were, into the jaws of death from sincere though mistaken love for his native country, (John Yates Beall was a native of Jefferson County, Virginia. He graduated at the Univcruity of Virginia, Charlottesville, and at the breaking out of .the rebell ion owned a largo plantation in his native country; his property wua. estimated at $1,500,000, and in addition ho was Gold to, be the heir of an estate, in England. In ; the earliest days of the war . BcaUorganized Company G,- Second Virginia » Infantry,'' and . his regiment* after ward-.formed part of the original 44 Stonewall Brigade,** under Stonewall Jackson, .110 took part in many,battles, but it is his piratical expedition among the Islands of Lake Erie which . brings him within the range of onr subject—an expedition which ended in disaster and death. It is' well rememlwrcd along tbo lake shore; Buffalo, Detroit, and Cleveland were tilled with excitement; the citizens patrolled the streets by night,-aml visions of piratical craft soiling boldly iu and firing upon.. the defenseless houses ff lied all eyes. Exhausted Ohio had sent Into the field regiment after regiment beyond her quota, but her. northern frontier was entirely exposed, and If; scorned an easy thing to sail across from Canada and batter down her towns. - Looking back upon it now, it still seems easy; and yet it was never done, although Canada swarmed with conspirators, under the leadership of Jacob Thomp son, secret agent of the Confederate Government. Tiio United States bad but one war vessel on tbo lake?, tbo Michigan, a paddle-wheel steamer carrying eighteen guns. The capture of this boat would enable a small body of men to carry destruction from one end of the lake to the other. ;In September, 1864, the Michigan was lying off Johnson's Island, saudusky Bay, which had.boen.unea since 1803 as a depot for prisoners of war; hero were confined 3,480 men, oil, with the ex ception of about one hundred, officers of the Confed eracy, enough to command an army of 80,000 men. Tho little island was naturally uppermost in "the thoughts of the Rebel officers in Canada. It was near at hand, a steamer could run across iu tho night, and in tho winter a land force could attack It, for the ico was strong, and nowhere was there more than five, miles between island and island, stretching like step ping-stones across tho lake from Point Pelec to . the Ohio main-land. No other prison was on an exposed frontier like this, and were it not for the guns of tbo .Michigan a rescue might bo. effected; tho Michigan, therefore, must be captured. On the morning of tho 19th of September the steamer Philo Parsons, plying between Detroit, the islands, and i Sandusky, left Detroit at tbo usual boar on her . way 1 down - the river; at Sandwich; on the Canadian side, four men came on board, and at Malden - a party of : twenty moro { bringing with them a large old-fashioned trunk tied with ropes. As at this period there was a constant stream of fugitives crossing the border, flee ing from, the .draft, or coming back with empty pockets, this Malden party excited no comment; and the steamer went' on her way through Toko Eric, stopping at tho different islands, and taking on a num ber of passengers for Sandusky. After ■ leaving Kelley’s Island, tho lost of tho group,, suddenly four men cams toward the Clerk, who,* owing to the absence, of tho ■ Captain, . had .command of the boat, and leveled revolvers at his hoad; at tho • aamo moment tbo old' black trunk was opened, and the. whole party armed themselves with • navy revolvers, bowie-knives and hatchets, and took possession of the defenseless' boat. Tho course was thou changed, and after mining about at random for some time the pirates turned bade to one of tho islands —Middle Bass—end -stopped at tbo dock. 'While here the Island Queen, a steamer plying between Sandusky and the islands, came alongside, and, suspecting noth ing, threw* out a plonk iu order to laud some freight. Instantly the pirates swarmed up her sides, calling up on the Captain to surrender; shots were fired —ap- parently more for the purpose of intimidation than for any real injury—knives and hatchets were held over the passengers, among whom were thirty or forty ouc bundrod-days’ men on their way to Toledo to be mus tered out. Tho pirates were few in number, but they were well armed, and held both steam ers at their mercy. The Captain of the Island Queen made sturdy resistance, endeavoring in vain to cut tho ropes that bound his boat to the Par sons ; and the engineer; refusing to obey the orders of the pirates, was shot in tho cheek. Resistance was evidently useless; the passengers were put into the hold, with a guard over them, and the Captain was asked if many strangers had come to Sandusky that morning, and of there was any excitement there. After some delay and discussion among themselves tbo pirates decided to exact an oath of secrecy for twenty-four hours from the women and citizen pas seugerß, and allow them to go on shore, together with the hundred-days* men, whom they paroled, and then the two steamers, lashed together, started out toward Sandusky, the Captain of the Ldand Queen being re tained, with the hopethat he could be forced to set as ’ jilot. When four or five miles out tho Island ijuccn was scuttled, and abandoned, and the Par sons wx*at ou alone, A debate sprung up among the pirates as to whether or uot they should run into- San- Junky Bay; evidently something had failed them, some one had disappointed them. At Jeugth the Cap tain was again put into the boat’s speed was slackened, and she was kept cruising up and down outside as if waiting for a cigual. Chief iu comur.r.d of these raiders was John Yates Beall: his appearance and manner rendered him conspicuous among tbo others, who are described, in the language of one who saw them, as a “moan, low lived set; Burley, tho second iu command, being a perfect desperado.*.’ In the report of, Jacob Thomp son, secret agent of the Confederacy in Canada, a document belonging to the rebel archives, the whole plot is related, * There were two parts, the lint being the expedition by water under Beall, and the second a conspiracy on uhoro, by means of which tho ©Ulcers of. tho Michigan were- to be thrown off their guard,. so that upon - a given . signal Beall could etcam rapidly In. surprise them, and cap ture the boat. A canuon-auot sent over Johnson's Island was to tell the'prisoners that tho hoar of rescue had come ; Sandusky was next to be attacked, and, after horses had been secured, tbo prisoners were to mount and make for Clevohrod, tho boats co-operating, and from Cleveland strike acroso Ohio for Wheeling and the Virginia border. Tho key to the whole movt> ment was the capture of the Michigan, ‘ The plot on shore wao headed by a Confederate odi cer named Cols. As has been related, BcaU performed his pari with entire/success; and, had the other head possessed equal capacity, -no doubt the plan would lave been successful, and tho whole North taken by surprisoe ct this daring raid and rescue upon a. hitherto peaceful and unno ticed ' border. '. The 2,000 young officers riding ' for ihelr lives through the heart of Ohio, where there was no organized force to oppose them, whould have seemed like a phantom band to the astonished inhabitants. Even the famous raid of John Morgan, well-;remembered in the great red-brick farm houses of the central counties, would have been eclipsed by this fiylbg troupe, the flowdr of the South ern army.* On the lake Beall would have held the whole coast at'his mercy, and the familiar old Michi gan, turned into a piratical croft, would have carried terror into every harbor. Bnt tho plot on shore failed. Cole spent hie money freely in Saudusky, and managed to procure an Imre— auction to tho officers of tho Michigan, Inviting them to trapper-parties, and playing tho part of a genial host whose wines are good and generously/offered,' The tedium of ‘ the daily life upon the steam- cr and In the small town was enlivened by his hospitality, and-for somo all went well; but gradually ho began to mar his own plot by so; much incauUousncfia and such & want of dex terity in his movements that a suspicion was aroused in Sandusky,' and his naaneuvres were watched On the evening of tho 19th of September, Colo had invited the officers of the Michigan to a supper-party. Every thing was prepared for them, the wine vram ■ drugged, and when by this means they had been rendered help less, a signal was to notify Beall that all was ready lor his attack. But in’ the mcantimo suspicion had grown into certainty*, and, at the, very moment of success, Cola was arrested by order of tho commander of the Michigan, the signal was nover'givcn. and Beall, on board of the Parsons, strained hla eyes in vain toward Sandusky and Johnson’s Island, cruising up. and* down outside the . bay,, now talking .with his prisoner, • the * Captain, and now urging his men to daro ail and make, tho attack -alone. Bat the . men, a. disorderly rabble, . gathered together in Canada, refused to enter the bay ; and, at last disappointed and disheartened,.BeaH gave the sig nal to . turn tho boat and abandoned the attempt, Bick went tho Parsons, with r her pirate crew, past Kelley’s Island,-where the alarmed- inhabitants were burying their valuables; and looking for the dames of burning’Sandusky; past Middle Bass, where tho un fortunate passengers, watching on tho beach shortly after ipidhight, saw hcr-tly by, (be Are pouring out of her smoke-stacks* and M making for the Detroit River Jiic a Feared pickerel.” The Captain and those of the crew who had boon retained to mao op a the boat were put ashore upon ah uninhabited Island, and after reaching llic Canadian shore and scuttling the steamer, the pirates disbanded, and Beall, the master* spirit, was left to brood over a failure which had the additional bitterness of possible success. In the morning the lake-country people woke up to hear the news. Incendiaries and conspirators in their midst, raiders by land and pirates by sea,—these wore the tidings of tho breakfast-table, batteries, soldiers,, and Generals were' hurried hither and thither, stern investigations were'ordered, guards doubled, ami above it all 'rose of popular commentin newspapers and on -street comers, until the buzz spread through the nation. To be sure, the horse was not stolen, if wo cull the Michigan a horse, but there was on immense-amount of shutting the stable-door. And when the old steed appeared ogam in the various harbors of tho lake, she was regarded with curiosity and redoubled affection as one who had indeed snuffed tho battle, though from afar. In leas than four months Beall was captured near the Suspension-Bridge, and New York. An attempt to bribe the turnkey with $3,000 in gold hav ing been discovered, ‘the authorities sent him to Fort Lafayette, and while there ho made an appeal to the bar of New York to undertake his defease. For a timo no one responded, but at length Mr. James T, Brady offered his services, and the trial began before a mili tary court.. Boall was charged with tho seizure of tho steamer Philo Parsons, at Kelley’s Island, Lake Erie; with tho seizure of tho steamer Island Queen, at Mid dle Bass Ifllaud.Lake Erie; with being a Rebel spy in Ohio and New York; . and with ‘an attempt to throw the express car off tho track between Buffalo and Dun kirk, for tho purpose of robbing the express company’s safe. Tho officers of tho captured, steamers came from the West to identify him, and it is said that Beall frankly confirmed . their testimony, re marking that as regarded the lake affair the trial had beenfkirond impartial. In tho defense a manifesto from Jefferson Davis was offered, asserting that these acts upon tho border were committed by his authority, and should be recognized as tho acts of lawful bellig erents. But the Court pronounced the verdict of “ Guilty,’’and Gen. Dix approved the finding, order . ing the prisoner to bo hung on Governor’s Island, Sat urday, the 16th of February. In reviewing tho testi mony Gen. Dix said “ Tho accused is shown to be a man of education and refinement, and it is difficult to account for his agency In transactions so abhorrent to moral sense and so inconsistent with all the rules of .honorable, warfare.” In thig opinion, aQ Just-minded persons will agree. And yet, as an example of Judg ment, mistaken but equally sincere, an example of perverted vision, take the farewell letter of Beall to his brother, written on the eve of the day appointed for his execution: “ Remember me kindly to my friends. Say to them lam not awrc of committing any crime aaaimtjo* defy. I die for my country. No thirst for blood or lucre animated me in my course..—My hands are clean of blood, unless spilled in conflict, and not a cent enriched my pocket... .Vengeance Is mine, saith the Lord, and I will repay.' Therefore, do not show" •■intrindnpßH to the prisoners; they are helpless. - “ Joim Yates Buall.” A effort respite was afterward grunted by President Lincoln to enable the mother to see her son; button . the afternoon of the 24th of February the execution took place, upon Governor’s Island, New York Harbor, the prisoner responding to tho prayers of the Epis copal service for the dj'lng, hut otherwise remaining axqsarcnlly unmoved., One item in tho newspaj;er ac counts of the day is worthy of note. During the whole of the long proceedings before the execution tho young man kept hia eyes steadily fixed upon the 'Soulhern horizon, os if locking toward tho very heart of the country for which he waa giving up his life. BcaU was.fincly formed, about live feet eight inches In height, with hazel eyes, brown hair und heard, and u firmly compm>;cd mouth. He was S3 years old at the time of his death. TOIEK A DUE AM COME 3 TP.CE is tho impassioned refrain of Carl Sponcor’s song: - - I hold your band in mine, my darling, darling ( I look, within your eyes ; I ask you idle questions, only caring To hear your low replies. And all the while the glimmer of a wonder— A moou-lit rack of cloud— Fills o’er my silent heaven of joy, while under Its suits my soul is bowed. I think how oft the future will require it— “ Ah, how then did ft seem * ” Tomorrow and tomorrow will desire It Vainly as any dream. What is it more ? Iu dreams the eyes are holden; They know not near from far; I wake with outspread arms,' a shadow folding— And such life's visions are. It Is but touch and sight a little plainer, A voice that telling; hides ; ■ I doubt, “ O heart, art thon so much a gainer 7 For something still divides.” O fire of God, O living, winged creature That in this clay doth rise. How canst thou warm to thy divine nature These lips and hands and cyea ? Too eager quest, that busiest to their meeting, - Hoping desire to fill. Thou st&udeet half abashed, in tenderest greeting. Yet finding welcome chill. With stinted bread the life-long hunger staying, With fasting visions blessed, With longing that makna life perpetual praying, A stranger her confessed. ~ If yet, O dearest heart, the world grows dearer. Because ’tis sweet to aland (While that which never has enough cries, Nearer) One moment band to hand, What will it bo when every Ijarrier breaking Lets heart to heart come through 7 Will heaven leave one corner-for an aching When the long dream comes true 7 11 TO-MORROW, M . by Miss H. R. Hudson, ia a very long poem, of which tho lost verses suffice to give the catas trophe, and show the drift of its story: Tho ancient dock, bedecked with flowers,* Was pointing out tbc sign of two: Too swiftly now tbo busy hours Moved onward in the courses due. The bridal presents, loving dowers Of old affection proved anew, Lay underneath their tiny bowers Unheeded; and the moments grew, And made another hour. The while She waited, grown heart-sick with dread". Her sisters sought with hsnslcea guile To smooth the careful words they said, And tried with many a winning wile To scatter fears that silence fed. Still, with white lips she tried to smile, Bat tamed away and wept instead. “He may bo III.” “If that were so He must have sent us some brief word.” “ Wc bad tffc note two days ago.” “Perhaps some new delay occurred.” “ I never knew tho lime so slow.” Said emu, in whispers scarcely heard, “ How strange 1 If we could only know! His coming could uot be deferred I” “ And then, what tcil: the people say 7” ■* “ Oh, hush ! speak lower; t,ho may hear.* “ Is that a dust-cloud, far away * Upon the read, and ccming near ?”• “Itis ! it is I I hope end p:ay It may tc Eegcr! Litilofcar But that It is. A wedding-dav Yfitbout a bridegroom tronm >e queer.” The noise cf wheels had reached' her car,. The tramp cf horses driven fast: How quickly every brow grew dear That clouds of doubt hud overcast 1 And, laughing out vith sudden cheer, Sh« cried. “ Ah, ho Is come at Liatl I know I had no cause for fer.r, But yet, thank heaven, the fear is past J 4 * “ I wonder what has kept him eo! And tee—my eyes are swollen and red— Tacy’rc only at tbc bridge. How plow I Toll mo when they are near I” the vaid. Ehs smoothed the luces’ tumbled enow, Eewrcathcd the flowers that crcwnoa her head. Smiled at the mirror’s pretty show, And paced the flour with restless tr esd. “ Thej Vo here, and (here is Roger I s * “ Nay, That is not Roger!” “Why, who, then?” “ A stranger, and his hair is gray.’* “ But Roger's with him. Loch, again!” “No. Now he’s at the door; V. at stay— Liston. They asked him 4 where2’and ‘when?’ What was it that 1 heard him my ? The Erie Railway 7 Fonnd,at ten?*’ A knot of people in the door-. And voices loud, then hushed and low; “ Eow many killed?” “Yen say at four?” “ A crowded train!” 44 If she should know I”"" “ Dead when you found him 7” 44 Long before— And killed, I think, by ono hard blow. He roust have lain six hours or more Netted within the rains so. “ He had this letter in his hand; It said ho was to wed to-dsy. • I thought perhaps—you understand— The news might come some harder way.” Only a girl’s despairing cry Ringing across the sunny air, A murmur, fading to a sign. Then sudden slicnco everywhere. And none had known that she was by, /. And none had thought to cave or spare. They stared, aghast. •* Was she eo nigh ?” “You did not tell me &’<e was there!” And still the summer breezes fanned Each tiny leaf and bloomy spray. And still throughout the happy land Tho blossoms told that It was May; For hearts may break and loves grow cold - Betwixt tho morning and tho eve, And still the sunset gives its gold . To those who smile, to those who grieve; % And graves are filled and men grow old, H • And still-the busy seasons weave \ Now lives end loves; and last year’s mould. Covers the dust of thoso they leave. “ WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH SCEOGOS ?”* ’ asks Charles Nordhoff,—Scroggs being the»col- Icctivo appellation by which he designates the inmates of tho several thousand Jails and cor rcctionary institutions of tho country: Self-protection compels society to imprison offend ers, but it has no right to destroy or seriously impair the criminal’s chance in life after the expiration of his term of punishment, for to do this is to injure not merely tho man, but society itself. lam not speaking hereof the rights of criminals out -of anymorbid or mawkish sentimentalism such as leads many good but mistaken men to oppose capital punishment. The worst use you can make of some men is not to hang them; it is a summary and wholesome way of abating some nuisances. I should rather say that tho worst use you can make of a man is to stick him into a State Prison for a term of years. • Now, in the place of building new prisons, why should wo not try exile—penal transportation ? Wo have in Alaska an immense territory, in almost every respect well suited to be the scene of a penal colony. It is isolated, and escapes would be easily prevented; it is almost uninhabited; it boa a chain of islands' suit able for separate colonics; its climate on the coasts is sufficiently mild, and yet not tropical, but bracing and healthful; it offf.ra few or no temptations to vagrancy: and yet it is a country in which convicts who had served oat thoir time, or earned their discharge,- could live comfortably, and build up a new and prosperous society. At present Alaska is a useless and expensive posses sion. Two Pcdcral artillery companies hold posses sion ; but it lies too far out of the way to tempt set tlers. Used as a penal colony, to which the most hardened of our convicts might at first bo sent, it would offer a dear field for interesting and valuable experiments in the ; management and reformation of criminals; It is not sickly, like the French penal settlement of Cayenne; nor has it, like Australia, a climate so mild as to enable runaway convicts to lire a vagrant life in the bush. It is a conn* try in which industry and foresight arc necessary to enable a white man-to exist; and thus the natural conditions of life would help in disciplining the crimi nals scut thither. Being controlled by tho Federal Government, It is probable that, if Alaska became a penal colony. West Point officers would bo Its rulers and guardians; and these, who arc, above all, strict disciplinarians, are ad mirably calculated to manage rightly a convict population, which needs, above all other things, to learn obedience to authority, and to bo subjected to rigid discipline, of mind and body. Moreover, tho graduate of West Point is, as a rule, a man of honor and a gentleman. Ho knows nothing about contracts ; bo performs hiu duty; he is honest and respectable; and under his rule, at least, the convict would not commonly have before him a pernicious example of greed, and other low forms of vice. There would be no lack of work in Alaska for a penal colony, however numerous. - Tho country has no roads; It has no public buildings ;it has no mechanic arts; it would need, if it bad a population, artisans of all kinds; and for half a century to cemo a penal colony in Alaska rightly managed, ought to be self supporting, with abundance of useful labor for every convict. The question of penal transportation has not come very prominently before the public in recent years. It was not even discussed at the recent Prison Con gress in London, though a report was read upon it byCbnntdi Foresta, Procureut-Gencral of Ancona, who said: “ Transportation with compulsory labor in a colony I approve as the best punishment for great criminals. It;-seems .- tome* to answer perfectly the double object of'all pun}ahment—the protection, of society,.withiu the limits of Justice, and the reforma tion of 'the convict. It fulfills the first of those ob jects—the protection of society—for the most danger ous criminals are ‘ thus' cast ont from the bosom of society; the grave inconveniences of relapse are avoided, and .would-be criminals are deterred by the prospect of banishment from thdr country and fam ily. The second object is equally met, that of moral .iring these individuals, and giving them hope and the means of becoming again useful to themselves and so ciety In another country, where,* after undergoing port of their punishment, they can send for their families or found new ones, thus beginning another- existence in on entirely different atmosphere, which will not se duce them into their former errors.” This Is the true point—to so manage tho criminal that when he has suffered bis punishment be may have, at least, the chance to begin a new and better lift, and to make even his period of punishment as natural.and heaitbfnl as is consistent with his seclu sion from general society. And this can ho best done by exile or penal transportation. It is not done at oil under the Stale Prison system. ~ THE TBIAL OF KIXOH, • ... who was hanged the other day in New York, had its comio passages, like all the other tragedies of life, which serve only to throw into darker relief the terrible consummation. “The Drawer” preserves one of these interludes, which occur red in the testimony of a colored man, named William Henry Johnson, given in a. manner that rendered resistance to laughter Impossible: William Henry Johnson (colored) testified that on tho day of the shooting he saw two men. having an'al tercation in Chatham street; one of thorn was on horseback, and tho other drove a wagon. The man in tho wagon told the man on horseback to get ont of tbe way, when the latter turned round and attempted to strike him two or three times. Cross-cxatninid by District-Attorney Phelpa ; Q. —“Where do you live, Johnson?” A. “Ina garret.” [A laugh]. Q.— ** What is your business ?” A. —“ My wife fol lows the washing business, but she zhikes me do the work.” ' ’ Q. —“ Where iraa tho vragomrhcn you eaw It J” A.- rTwas in the street.”. [Laughter]. Q. —Whit part of the street?” A. — 1 :ot on tho El dewalk.” . Q. —“ On which side of the. street ?” A.— 11 uno side that I was.” • • Q. —“ How near was the wagon to tho sidewalk?” A. —“ Well, upon my soul, I could not tell. That’s a pretty bard thing to toll, as I did net measure it.” Q. —“Are you deaf?” A. —“Sometimes.” [A laugh.] Q. —“ ‘When yon firstsawthe man on horseback, where was be?” A.—“On his beck.” [Great laughter.] Q. —“"Where was the wagon?” A. —“Well, boss, I guess we talked about that before.” [Applause.] Q. —“With what hand did he strike the prisoner?” A. —** He struck him with no hand; he struck hjm with the whiffletree. Ton my honor I can’t say in which hand he held the whiffletree, except it was the right or the left.” [Laughter.] ' •> ’ Q. —“Were they near Barnum’s clothing*: store?” ’ A. —“Well, see here now, boss, I ain’t able to read nor write, and I can’t toll Bammn from A. T. Stewart, or any of them big folks, by looking up at their names.” Q. —“When did you tell this to Mr. Howe?” A.— “Mr. Howo? Mr. Eowe, when was It I went to see yon?” [Great laughter in the Court, and counsel joined.] Q. —“Did yon know Nixon?” A.-—**No, I did not know him from Tom, Dick, or the devil. [Continued merriment.] The fact is, boss, men will get into musses, particularly colored folks. You know, some folks bees down on the colored people. 1 moan folks as have no eddication, and don’t know their grammar nor their dictionary. I can write my name—no, I can’t either, cozno to think of it.” [Laughter.] Q. —“Do you know officer Van Buskirk?” A,— “Who? What? Does be know me? I guess not. No, sah.” [Laughter, during which the Court ordered the witness to retire.] LIPPINCOTTS. Prentica Mulford, in ts Our Monthly Gossip, caricatures “THE SAW AMEPICAN” in London, on bis way to the Vienna Exposi tion : Many of them are Commissioners from various States. Some have'lands to sell or otfier financial axes to grind. Of such the Langfaam Hotel is fulL The Langham is the nearest approach to an American hotel in London. There, though not a guest, you may pass in and out without explaining to the hall-porter who yon are, what you are, where you come from, or what you want; you may there enter and retire without giv ing your pedigree, naturalization papers, or a certifi cate of good character. At other English hotels some thing analogous to this is commonly required. We, who have been in England a full year, look down with an air of superiority on the raw, the newly strived American. We are quite English. Wo have worn oat our American clothes. We have on English hate, with tightly-curled rims, and English stub-toed boots. We know the intricacies of London street navi gation, and Islington, Blaokfrtars, Camden Town, Hackney, the “ Surrey Side,” Piccadilly, Bcgont and Oxford streets, the Strand, and Pleet street are all mapped out distinctly in our mind's eye. We are skilled in English money, and no longer pass off half crown*} for rw o-3 hilling pieces. We are real Anglo- Americans. But the raw American, only arrived a week, is In a maze, a confusion, a burry. He is excited and mys tified. He tries to apppear cool and unconcerned, and is dimply ridiculous. Hla cords, bearing his name, title, and official status, he distributes as freely as doth the winter wind the cnow-flakea. Inquire at the Lang ham cuke for Mr. Smith, and you find he has blos somed into Gen. Smith. 4 He is always partaking, or about to partake, of offi cial dinners. Ho feels that the eyes of all England are upon him. He is dressed a la bandbox, —hat immaculate in its pristine gloss, white cravat, umbrella of the slimmest, encased In silken wrapper. Aspeckof mudon his boots would tarnish the national honor. Common ly, be is taken for a bead butler. He drinks much stout. He eats a whitebait dinner before being forty eight hours in London, and tells of it. All this makes him feel English. You meet him. He is overjoyed. He would talk of everything—your mutual experience in America, his sensations and impressions since arriving in Eng land. He talks intelligibly of nothing. His brain is a mere rag-bag, shreddy, confused, parti-colored. Thus ho empties it: “ Passage over rough“ Lon don wonderful“ Dined with the Earl of yesterday;” 14 Dine with Sir to-day;”- “To the Tower;” “Westminster;” “New York growing:” “St. Paul’s”—going, going, gone I and bo shakes hands with you, and is off at a Broadway gait straight toward the East End of London for his hotel, widen lies at the West End. # In reality, the man is not in his right mind. He is un dergoing the mental acclimatization fever. Should he etay in London for three months, ho might recover and begins to find out where he is. But six month hence he will have returned to America, fancying be has seen Loudon, Paris, Borne, Geneva, Vienna, and whatever other places ids body has been hurried through, not his mind; for that, in the excitement and rapidity of. bis flight, has streamed behind him like the tail of a comet, light, attenuated, vapory, catching'nothing, ab sorbing nothing. Occasionally this fever takes an abusive phase. He finds in England nothing to like, nothing to admire. Sometimes he wishes immediately to revolutionize the Government. He is incensed at the cost of royalty.. Ho sees on every side indications of political upheaval. Or he becomes culinarily disgusted. Because there arc no buckwheat cakeo, no codfish cakes, no hot bread, no pork and beans, no mammoth oysters, stewed, fried, and roasted, bo can find nothing fit to cat. Tho English cannot cook. Because he can find no noisy, clattering, dish-smashing restaurant, full of acrobatic waiters racing and balancing under piles of plates, and shouting jargon untranslatable, unintelligible, and unpronounceable down into, the lower kitchen, he cannot, cannot cat. ‘ 313; GLADSTONE la so prominent a figure in the history which oar times aro making, that any information abont him as a man and a brother will be eagerly read; and the following very full sketch of his person al and domestic relations is opportune now, as he visibly drawa near the end of bis official career,: There is no doubt that, had Mr. Gladstone followed, bis personal inclinations when his Irish education scheme broke down last March, ho .would have retired from office! He is now 64, ana it may bo fairly ques tioned whether there exists a man who for forty-six years has worked his brain harder. It is no light labor to read for the highest honors in even, one school at Oxford, and Mr. Gladstone read for them in two. He gained “a double-first,” which'meant at that ft mo * first-class both in : classics and mathematic*, forth with ho plunged into political essay-writing, until in 1834 he further added to his labors by entering the House of Commons os M. P. for Newark... Mr. Gladstone’s father was, as most people are aware, a Liverpool merchant of Scotch descent, This gentleman was the architect of bis own fortunes,, which arose in no slight degree out of his connection with the United States. Having been sent to this country by a firm largely interested in the corn trade, he dis charged their business to their entire satisfaction, whilst, at the same time he made vary valuable bual ness connections cn Ms own account, which materially served him when at a later period he himself embarked in business. He made a large fortune, but it did not appear at his death to be os'great as It was, because ho gave his younger song the bulk of their portions during his lifetime—to avoid legacy duty, people said. To his eldest son he left con siderable estates in Scotland—to the younger sons, about £IOO,OOO apiece. The oldest, Sir Thomas Glad stone, is a very worthy man, but nowise remarkable for ability. He has one son, and has had six daugh ters. Four survive, and all are unmarried. The next brother, Robertson, an eccentric person whose indiscreet speeches must often have made his statesman brother feel very hot, continues the paternal business at Liverpool. The third, John - Neils on, was, socially - speaking, the flower of tho nock. He was a Captain in the navy, from wMch he had retired many years prior to his death in 1863. and a member of Parliament. By Ms wife, a singularly excellent and charming woman, he had several children, who may be said to pretty nearly monopolize the feminine charms of the Gladstone family. One of these married tho Earl of Belmore, an Irish nobleman, who lately returned from a not very successful gubernatorial career in New South Wales. Both Sir Thomas and Capt. Gladstone were decided Conservatives. William Ewart is the fourth brother. 44 That young brother of mine will make a noise in the world soma of these days,® said Capt. Gladstone to a fellow-middy as his brother turned away from bidding him good bye just before he was about to start on a cruise; and the words were certainly prophetic.; Mr. Gladstone married when be was 80. His wife was one of the two sisters of Sir Stephen Glynne. The English aristoc racy contains » great many sets, and the Glynnes were in the intellectual, comprising such man as the Duke* of Argyll and Devonshire, and Lords Der by, Stanhope, and Lyttelton, Mrs. Gladstone and her sistor were married on the same day to two of the fin est intellects of their time. The younger, whose men tsl gifts were far superior to those of her slater n,,- lied Lord Lyttelton. * > - Mr. Glaostone has a large family. * The eldest ■«, has for some time been in Parliament, but has tateK 1 reputatioa for notable capacity, and it tot, wltfc .rs, none of to r family m mnJrfcuS™ this respect. Mrs. Gladstone is a person oferpT. kindness of heart and untiring benevolence e ST‘ is full of schemes for. doing good: hospitals. <£? vaiescent institutions, etc., find In her an f~T' ready-friend, to the neglect, it is whispered, of domestic.duties. There is an amusing storyiclifS ’how some time ago a few guests' arrived at herhm-r In rehouse to an invitation to dinner. They waiS in vain for the real of tho partv, for whose deiy SS hostess was at a loss to account. At length riie fnrnS aside and opened her blotling-book, which qulddrS vealed tho cause of tho gucaU’ non-aupearance—thl hC ■rilaMomr were lying there. They had been writiS" but never sent. °» In London the Prime Minister—whp «. dlfferent'offidal residence, which ho and his farnSr have occasionally occupied,' in Downing street— in Carlton-House Terrace. It Is a beautiful house, bo* not by any means well adapted for party-giving, for ft is so constructed tbat-ciroalation is almost iinpoeribu If yon once get into a room, you must stay therv whereas half the charms of Lady Palmerston’s ftmooi parties at Cambridge House was the free circulation the rooms afforded, enabling you to pass right round a quadrangle, and thus easily find an acquaintance or get away from a bore. Mr. Gladstone’s house has a fine doable staircase, and it will derive interest in after days from the circumstance that, standing at the head, Lord Bassell took leave of the party he had led, and pointed to hia then host as his successor. Carlton-House Terrace Is in many respects the most delightful situation in London, for, whilst extremely centra], it is very quiet. It stands between Pall Had and St. James’ Park. One side faces a strip of besots fully-kept garden,' which lies between the terries and the row of palaces formed by- the* Senior United Service, Athenaeum, Travelers’, and Carlton Clubs. The other side has a charming pros, peefc over St. James* Park. In summer this is really lovely, for all ugly objects are obscured by the foliage, amid which glimpses are obtained of the pin nacles and fretted towers of the palace of Parliament on the one bond, and those of its venerable neighbor the majestic abbey, on tho other. It was hero Ihj Bunsen passed hia London days, and the readers of bis memoirs will remember frequent references to tha charms of his house. It may well be iznagin~* how great a boon it is to the toll-worn Minister to find himself, as it were, fa « garden, with only the distant roar, like that of the sea, to remind him os he aits in bis study that fire minutes’ walk across that pleasant park will bring him to Downing street, and three more to the Treasury bench in the House of Commons. -“ In the street, •“ On the In the country most of his time is spent at Ha-warden Castle in Flintshire, about six hoars from London. This is the ancestral seat of Mrs. Gladstone’s brother Sir Stephen Glynn e, Lord-Lieutenant of the coon ty whose family bare held this property for centuries! Sir Stephen la a very aby man of retired habits. By a family arrangement his house is the country abode ol his sister and brother-in-law. In earlier life, Sir Stephen and his two brothers* in-law, Mr. Gladstone and Lord Lyttelton, formed on unfortunately favorable estimate of certain mines,. Into which much of the fortune of Sr Stephen and his sisters went, and from which it never - came out again. There was one other brother, the late Sector of Hawarden. He died about a year ago, and Mr. Gladstone’s second sou, Stephen, was appointed his successor. The living, in the gift of Sir Stephen, is very valuable. Hr. . Glynn e, the clergyman, died without a son, and the-title will, therefore, on Sir Stephen’s death, be extinct;' As matters now stand, it may be presumed that MpL W. H. Gladstone, the Prime Minister’s eldest son, will succeed to the Hawarden estates. ' Sir. Gladstone has himself recently Increased th> family interest around Hawarden by purchase. About ' five years ago the state of hla finances were the talk ol the town, and a number of people, especially of the Conservative party, avowed themselves in a position .to assert from personal knowledge that he was raised. There was no just ground for such a statement, end, ' like so many other absurd rumors, it died out. None of Mr.-Gladatone’s daughters are married, nor is hi* .eldest sen. . Against the raw* American portrayed by Pren tice Mulford, Wirt Sikes, in u Bowery England." puts the DIGNIFIED ENGLISH WAITES as a .contrast: Our train leaves at fen minutes past 5 this after, noon, and we shall be in London early in the evening. It is now 4 o’clock: ws have ordered dinner for thii hour, anH so we sit down to our soup. - “ Please give us our dinner without any delay now” I say to the pompous head-waiter, “ for wo must taxi the train at ten minutes past 5.” The man bows stiffly and retires. We finish the soup, and wait. When we get tired of waiting we call the head-waiter to us: “ Are you hastening our din ner? ” * * “Fish directly, sir,” -he answers, and walks sol emnly away. We begin to grow fidgety. Fifteen min utes since the soup, and no fish yet. Bunker swears he’ll blow the head-waiter up in another minute. Just as he is quite ready for this explosion the fish arrives. All hail ’ I lay it open, 41 Why, it’s not donel” I cry in consternation, 44 There, there! Take it away, and bring the meat.” With an air of grave offense the man bears it solemn ly out. Then we wait again. And wait. And wait. 44 Good gracious I ” ales Bunker, 44 here’s half ta hour good and we’ve had nothing bnt soup 1 I really must blow this fellow up.” “ Stop I there it comes.” Enter the waiter with great dignity, and solemnly deposits before us—the fish again! He has it rocooked. We attack it hurriedly, and hid; the waiter for Goodness* sake bring the net of tbfe dinner instajUly.' or.wo must leave It. 44 And I’m about half starved,” growls Bunker. More waiting'. PiTe minutes past. Ten. ■ “ Oh como, I can’t stand this I” cries Bunker, jump ing np with his napkin round his neck, and striding otbt to the head-waiter, where he stands in a Turrey droppy attitude, leaning against a side-board with his arms folded, “Look herol” Bunker ejaculates: “can you be made to understand that we are in a hurry? Would half a dollar be any inducement to you to wake up and look around lively? Because we hare got to take those cars in exactly twelve min-.' utes,” showing bis watch, “ and as the dinner Is aK ready paid for, Lwant to get it before I go.” “ Certainly, sir,” says the pompous ass, with slow* indifference, “ dinner directly. John 1” to our waiter,, who is now placing the meat on the table, ** serve thol genTin’s dinner dtrictly,” Banker stares at the fellow as Clown staroa at Har lequin after having cut him in two. In dumb amaze ment at the fact that Harlequin is not in the least disturbed by being out in two. “I wonder,” be mutters as be returns to the table, “if that unmitigated wooden Image of a dunderhead would pay any attention if I were to kick him ? " “ No—not If you were to tie a pack of fire-crackersi to his coat-tail and light them. He knows his busi ness too well. The first duty of an English head-walU. cr Is to be dignified, as it is that of a French head*. waiter to be vigilant and polite.” “ Besides,” remarks Amy quietly, “I don’t suppose-' the man bad an of what you meant by * those; cars,* If he ever knew what a half dollar signified,.” “ Well, we must be off. Time’s up. We shall ’nriaar the train, <taod«bye, boys. Ton can sit still and fin*, lah your dinner in peace.” . Good-bye to our friends from Faultons—good-bye,” And then we rush out, and do miss the train. It is 5 o’clock 10 minutes and a quarter. English trains go on time—English dinners don’t. We finally get off at 7- o’clock. Just before we leav* a waiter comes up to me and says in*a casual • “Found your huznbreller yet, air?” r -. “No,” . • :r “ What kind of ’er hmnbreller wag it. '{h- V uttlß brown nILb an iron handle,” f ; “ YPy, I wouldn’t wonder if that was your bumbo* ler in the corner now la the reading room, air.” * “*5 haste to lo 3k. Tee, there it is, my beloved, l long-lost umbrella, quietly leaning against the wall is, . a dacg corner, behind a pillar, behind a big arm* chair, where nobody ever placed it. Til'take my oath, but this riseally waller, who eipeota to get a shilling for showing whore he hid It “ Is that your humbreller. sir?” the waiter says, mb- ’ mng his hands and getting in my way as I walk briskly; cut, at peril of being stumbled overby my hurrying: feet .X scorn to reply, but I give him a glance of such withering contempt that I trust that it ulerced ib his'' wicked heartland will remain there, a punishment and a warning, to the last day of his base Ufa.' An y-ngifcV : waiter’s hide is very thick, however. He has probably hidden many a gentleman’s umbrella since. With twelve white eggs in a downy neal The old ben sits in a box in the shed; And the children, yesterday, stood and guessed Of the hopes that hid in her speckled breast. Of the dreams that danced through her red-crowned _ head. 44 She -slfclct,” said the labor-hating Ned, Of a land where the weasels are all asleep. Where the hawks are blind sod the dogs are deadf. Where are heaps of com as high os the shed. And plenty of earth-worms for her to eat,” • 44 She remembers the country fair,” saya Bess, :** And tho prize she took at Hampton town.” 14 No, no, she don’t,” cries James tho less. She dreams of her little ducks, I guess; She la wondering yet why they didn’t drown.® And what say yon, little curly pate? I see a thought in your merry eye, 44 She fink,® aays the bright-eyed baby Sate, As she lifts the latch of the garden gate, “ VereTl be tlckens to skatch for by and by.” Three cheers for the wisdom of three years old* Who told you the secret, little pet. ... That love is better than ease or golo, . That labor for love pays a thousand fold 7 14 Oo finked it ooneif 7” Well, don’t forget. —Helen J. Angell. • . Frightened Orators* For the encouragement of all who fear an au dience, we reprint the following from , tliome’a 4t English Note-Book;” Bolwer and a certain Dr. were talking to* getber aboutpublic speaking, and the doctor said he feared he should never be a good speaker, he felt so badly before ho 44 got ou nis legs*” . ' 44 Do you feel your heart heat.” said jßalwer, i 44 when you are going to speak ?” 44 Yes.” 44 Does your voice frighten you ?” 44 Yea.” - . 44 Do all your ideas forsake you ?” 44 Yea” - *r. 44 Do you wish the floor to open and swallow yon?” * “Yes,” , " : : i{ Why, then, you will make an orator!” . Hawthorne got on to relate. that Canning, on . one occasion, just before speaking in the House* asked a friend Hitting near him to feel his pulse, which was throbbing intensely. “I know, A - shall make one of my best speeches.” said the - future Premier. 44 because lam in such an awiu-» r funk!” KATY’S GUESS.

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