Newspaper of Chicago Daily Tribune, June 15, 1873, Page 10

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10 HUMBOLDT. A Memoir of the Author ot Kosmos.” Incidents in the Life of the Great Savant. From the Txmdon Xnct, Nearly four years have passed since the cen tenary of the birth of the author of “ Kosmos ” was kept, yet it is only now, and in commemora tion of that centenary, that a complete memoir of him has been published.* A life of Humboldt involves the survey of the scientific history of jl whole century. Bom in the same year with Napoleon and Wellington, with Cuvier, Chateaubriand, and Canning, he lived to be a ■contemporary of Napoleon the Third and Prince Bismarck, to welcome the Princess Boyal of England to Berlin, and, in his own words, to torment himself with the new mechanical theory of heat as advocated by Joule, Grove, and Rankine. He waa the younger son of Maj. von Humboldt, and was two years the junior of his almost equally illus trious brother, William, who was bom at Pots dam in 17G7. Alexander was bom at Berlin in 1769. In April, 1789, he entered the University of Gottingen, them at the height of its glory as a ecbool of science. Here he lived in the same bouse as the young Count, afterwards Prince Alettemich ; and had as fellow-students Earnest Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, afterwards King of Hanover; and Adolphns Frederick, Duke of. Sussex, as well as De Broglie and Saint Simon. TTia brother William was already on terms of friendly Intercourse with all the most distin guished men in the University; and. Alexander received a cordial welcome'to their society. The French Revolution was then attracting the eyes of the whole world, and William von .Humboldt aet off to Paris, “to assist at the obsequies of French despotism,” while Alexander already exhibited a devotion to science which made him ■comparatively careless as to political events. The most valuable result of his stay at Got tingen was the friendship formed with George Forster, Heyne’s son-in-Xpw, of whom Humboldt speaks as hia “ distinguished teacher and friend.” Forster was fifteen yean older than Humboldt, be had been round the world with Oapt. Cook in his second voyage, he was a man of almost universal genius, and, Humboldt says, intro duced the modern hook of travels and the new era of scientific journeying. Humboldt’s first journey was with Forster, and it included France find England. Soon after his return he was ap pointed Assessor of Mines and afterwards Coun sellor of Mines under the Prussian Government, end in the ardor of his love of science risked ids life in studying and analysing the gases which are found beneath the surface of the earth. Writing to Blumenhach in 1795, he de scribes some galvanic experiments which had sheen made on his own hack. Wounds were Knade by blisters, and then galvanized to ieee the effect—with results which are necessarily painful, and on one occasion alarming. With this enthusiasm for science, it is hardly sur prising to find Goethe writing in 1791 that “the long expected arrival of Alexander von Hnzn fcolat from Bayreuth was the signal for turning our thoughts exclusively to science.” Loder ,waa then lecturing to empty benches on the con nection between the bones and the muscles, and Goethe, speaking of the brothers Humboldt, Bays: “We three, in company with our friend Meyer, used to wade of a morning through the deepest snow to hear at an al most empty lecture-room this cordon of physical structure lucidly explained?’ Goethe’s Osteology was the result of Humboldt’s influence ‘on his mind. One day Eckerman called on Goethe, and as he advanced to welcome him Goethe exclaimed, “ Alexander von Humboldt has been with me xor some hoars thin morning— what- an extraordinary man he is! Though I ■have known him so long I am always struck with fresh amazement in hia company,’ 5 and went on ’in the same strain to praise his wonderful versa tility, concluding, “He will remain here a few days, and I already feel that I shall have lived through years in the time.” At this time the quarrel ot the Neptunista and Volcanists, as they were called, was •in full force. Humboldt listened to Vulcanism, especially after his American jour ney, when he had seen the effects of volcanic action; Goethe waa strongly Neptunist, and eald that if the other side incensed him too he would expose them to obloquy. But, Ma 1831, Goethe gave in. He wrote that his nßpebr&l system would have to be reorganized he oould believe that the Himalayas could ■Reave been raised 33,000 feet, and still point in- W / fiexibly toward Heaven as though nothing y had happened; to him such a thought lay in the misty regions of transnbstantiatioD ; yet he saw, he said, with perfect astonishment that what he could not receive was logically ap prehended by Humboldt, and would owe its pres ervation to him. But Goethe was imbued with the antique snirit; Humboldt with the modem temper. "Schiller wrote of Humboldt that he was the “impersonation of keen, cold reason, which would have. aU nature shamelessly exposed to scrutiny; with no power of imagination, no ten der sympathy, no sentimental interest.” These two great men were both among Humboldt’s nearest friends; but their dislike of the scien tific method only shows how late the triumph of that method is, and how hard it is for poetic and scientific genius to understand each other. Humboldt's privilege waa to bridge over the historic interval between these scientific meth- ods. Ho belonged to two centuries ; he studied the science of the eighteenth century, and in “ Kosmos” ho tried to draw a complete picture of its condition in the middle of the nineteenth century. It was at the end of the last century that he resolved on setting out on that cele brated transatlantic Journey which has been called the re-discovery of America. The Spanish colonies then included aH Central America, with the territory which now forms tho States of Texas, Flor ida, Louisiana, and California; reaching, in fact, from 33 degrees north latitude to 42 degrees south latitude. It is im possible to foUow him in his years of travel in this then almost unknown region. Five years were occupied in tbe journey, and the splendid regions of equatorial America were literally added to our knowledge. Somewhat later in life, Humboldt made a similar journey into Asiatic Russia, with results which, if smaller, were stiU of considerable value ana importance. Mean while, we find him visiting Paris with King Frederick William HL, in 1814, and afterwards accompanying that monarch on his journey to Aix, to London, to Rome, and Naples. The Revolution of July found him at Berlin, where he had been giving tbe lectures which formed the basis of “Kosmos.” At this time Arago wrote from Metz that if the lectures were not to be translated into French he? must learn German to read them. Between theMnly revo lution and the death of tbe King, Humboldt ac cepted several temporary diplomatic missions to Paris, and Karl Yogi describes his life in the French capital: Tbe early morning hours, from 8 till 11, are bis gar ret hours, spent in poking about the nooks and comers of Paris, climbing into &U the ettics of the Quartler Latin, searching out half-starved enthusiasts, or young students of science occupied with eqme special investiga tion. . . . At 11 be breakfasts in the Cafe Procope, near the Odeon, at the left-hand comer, by the win dow .... around bim cluster an crowd. Tbe afternoon he spends in Miguel'S study at the Bibliotheque Richelieu; As Miguel never works at aU, and Humboldt works a great deal, the former vacate his study during Humboldt's visit. Both the library and the attendants are entirely at his dis posal, None but academicians outer unan nounced; others only by appointment. ... He dines at a different place every day, but always with friends, and never at an hotel or restau rant. Between ourselves, he is a great talker. Be tells a story well, discourses with much wit and intelligence, so that it is a pleasure to listen to frtTn, No Frenchman has more esprit. He never sits long after dinner—half an hour at the most—and then he his leave. He -goes at least to five receptions every evening, and on each occasion relates the same incidents with variations. After he has talk ed for about an hour, he rises, makes a bow, and then retiring with some one into - a recess for a few minutes 1 whispered conversation, he slips sway quietly to the door. His carriage waits below. At midnight be drives home. When Frederick William the Fourth earns to the throne, Humboldt became his almost con stant companion. The King waa a man of sus ceptible temperament, a master of words, with a living interest in all went on around him, but without the art o™ a ruler. He waa un stable as water—a bqm dilettante. fuU of schemes ' and impnlea, but vacillating and weak. Humboldt, who waa a bom courtier, and who once said of himself, “ I seek to please everybody,” was his chief companion. He kept tbe King informed on all scientific and literary subjects. After a day spent with Humboldt the •Life of Alexander von Humboldt: compiled In com memoration of the centenary of his birth, by J.Bowen berg, Bobert Ave-Laßemant, and Alfred Dove. FdfiM by Prof. Karl Brnhna. of Ldpzie. Translated from the German by Jane and Caroline TaaacTl. King would find his way to his room again in the evening'and when,*late at night, he took his leave, would talk all down-staira ana to the foot of his own staircase, whither Humboldt accom panied him. In Humboldt’s pecuniary difficulties help was always near; and when he was confined to his bed by illness the King would go and read to him his bedside. Humboldt indeed spoke of himself as a slave. “Tbe evening ofmy life, he said to Varnhagen. “is most sad and oppres sive.*’ The perpetual questions of the King were an intolerable burden. Ho was, in fact, obliged to do his literary work by taking time from sleep. In this period of his life “ Kosmos was published; andne could eayrof the work: «• in collecting material I have taken down notes from the lips of Laplaoe, Arago, Davy, andWol laston; and in latter times from Bessel Encke, Argelander, and Melloni. Thanks to my love of knowledge, few men have reaped so largely from intercourse with their illustrious cptomporaries in the space of 62 . years; for so long it is since, through George Forster, I waa led to make acquaintance with the giants of a former age, Sir Joseph Banks, Cavendish, and HeracheL" Yet this great work is now valuable only in an historical sense. As a record of the progress of science it ban no superior ; as a picture of the state of science out scientific progress him made it obso lete. Humboldt died in 1859 ; within our own immediate times, yet he told Bayard Taylor, in 1856, that he belonged to the age of Jeffer son, and heard of the death of Wfffc* ington when traveling in America. “ Ton have traveled much and seen many ruins,” said he, as with a smile on his broad face ho gave his hand to the trav eler: “nowyou have seen one more.” “Not a ruin,” answered Mr. Taylor, “ but a pyramid.” The answer was as true as it was courteous. Humboldt is a pyramid, set up to mark scientific progress. We have only to say of this great memoir of him, that were its plan lees large and its historic continuity greater it would be more pleasant and instructive than it now is. WOMEN AND MARRIAGE. Letter to a Young Gentleman of Intel lectual Tastes, Who, Without Hav ing* as yet any Particular Lady in View, Had Expressed, in a General Way, Hia Determination to Get Hare Tied. The subject of marriage is one, concerning which neither 1 nor anybody else can have more than an infinitesimajly small atom of knowledge. Each of ns knows how his or her own marriage has tnmed.out; but that, in comparison with a knowledge .of marriage generally, is like a single plant in comparison . with the flora of the globe. The utmost ex perience on this subject to be found in this country extends to about three trials or experi ments. A may become twice a widower, and then marry a third time, but it may be easily shown that the variety of his experience is more than counterbalanced by its incompleteness in each instance. For the experiment to be con clusive even as to the wisdom of one decision, it must extend over half a lifetime. A true marriage is not a mere temporary arrangement, and, although a young couple are said to ho married afl soon as the lady has. changed her name, the truth is, that the real marriage is a long, slow intergrowth, like that of two trees planted quite close together In the forest. The subject of marriage generally is one of which men know less than they know of any other subject of universal interest. People are almost always wrong in their estimates of the marriages of others, and the best proof how lit tle we know the real tastes and needs of those with whom we have been moat intimate, is our' unfailing surprise at the marriages they make* Very old and experienced people fancy they know a great deal about younger couples, but their guesses, there is good reason to believe, never exactly hit the mark. Ever since this idea, that marriage is a sub ject we are all very ignorant about, had taken root in my • own mind, many little incidents were perpetually occurring to confirm it; they proved to me, on the one hand, how often I had been mistaken about other people, and, on the other hand, how mistaken other peo ple were concerning the .only marriage I pro fess to know anything about, namely, my own. Onr ignorance is all the darker that few men tell he the little that they know, that little being too closely bound up with that innermost privacy of life which every man of right feeling respects in his own case as in the case of another. The only instances which are laid bare to the public View are the unhappy marriages, which are really not marriages at ail. An unhappy alliance bears exactly the same relation to a true marriage that disease does to health, and the quarrels and misery of it are the crisis by which nature tries to bring about either the recovery of hap piness, or the endurable peace of a settled sep aration. AH that we reaUy know about marriage, is that it is based upon the most powerful of all our in sticts. and that it shows its own justification in its fruits, especiaUy in the prolonged and watch ful care of cmldren. But marriage is very com plex in its effects, and there is one set of effects, resulting from it, to which remarkably Utile at tention baa been paid hitherto—l mean its ef fects upon the inteUectual life. Surely they de serve consideration by aH who value culture. I believe that, for an inteUectual man, only two courses are open: either he ought to marry some simple, dutiful woman, who wiH bear him children, and see to the household matters, and love Mm in a trustful spirit, without jealousy of his occupations; or else, on tbe other hand, ne ought to marry some highly-intelligant lady, able to carry her education far beyond school experiences, and willing to become his companion in the ar duous paths of inteUectual labor. The danger in the first of the two cases is that pointed ont by Wordsworth, in some'versos addressed to lake-tonrists who might feel inclined to buy a peasant’s cottage in Westmoreland. The tourist would spoU the little romantic spot if he bought it; the charm of it is subtly dependent upon the poetry of a simple life, and would be brushed away by the influence of the things that are nec essary to people in the middle class. I remem ber dining In a country inn with an Eng lish officer, whose ideas were singularly un conventional. We were waited upon by our host's daughter, a beautiful girl, whose manners were remarkable for their natural elegance and distinction. It seemed to ns both that no 14dy of rank could be more distinguished than she was; and my companion said that he thought a gentleman might do worse than ask that girl to marry him, and settle down qnietly in tb&t moun tain village, far from the cares and vanities of the world. That is a sort of a dream which has occurred, no doubt, to many an honorable man. Some men have gone so far as to try to make the dream a reality, and have married the beautiful peasant. But the difficulty is, that she does not remain what she. was; she becomes a sort of make-believe lady, and then her ignorance, which, in natural condition, was a charming naiveteT becomes an irritating defect. If, however, it were possible for an inteUectual man to marry some simple-hearted peasant-girl, and keep her carefuHy in her original condition, I seriously believe that the venture would be less perilous to his culture than an alliance with some woman of our Philistine classes, equally incapable of comprehending his pursuits, but muen more likely to interfere with them. I once had a conversation on this subject with a distinguished artist, who is now a widower, and who is certainly not likely to be prejudiced against marriage by his own experience, which had been an unusually happy one. Hia view was, that a man devoted to art might marry either a plain-minded woman, who would oc cupy herself exclusively with household mat ters and shield his peace by taking these cares upon herself, or else a woman quite capable of en tering into his artistic life; but he was convinced that a'marziage which exposed him to unintelli gent criticism and interference would be danger ous in the highest degree. And, of the two kinds of marriage which he considered possible, be preferred the former—that with the entirely Ignorant and simple person from whom no in terference was to be apprehended. He consider ed the first Madame Ingres the true model of an artist’s wife, because she did all in her power to guard her husband’s peace against the daily cares of life, and never herself disturbed it, act ing the part of a breakwater which protects a space of calm, and never destroys the peace that it has made. This may bq true fdt artists whose occupation is rather esthetic than intellectual, and does not get much help or benefit from talk; hut the ideal marriage of a man of great litecary culture would be one permitting soma equality of companionship/ or, if not" equality, at least interest. That this ideal is not a mere dream, but may consolidate into a happy reaUty, several examples prove; yet these ex amples are not so numerous as to relieve me from anxiety about your chances of finding such companionship. The different education of the two sexes separates them widely at the begin ning, mid to meet on any common ground of culture a second education has to be gone THE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE; SUNDAY, JUNE 15, 1873. through. It rarely happens that there is reso lution enough for this. ... . The want of thoroughness and reality m the education of both sexes, but especially that of women, may he attributed to a sort of policy which is not very favorable to companionship In married life. It appears to ho thought wise to teach boys things which women do not learn, in order to give women a degree of. respect for men’s attainments, which they would not bo so likely to feel if they were prepared to estimate them critically; while girls are taught arts and langnages which, until recently, wore »all but excluded from our public schools, and won no rank at our universities. _Mon and women had consequently scarcely any common ground to meet upon, and the absence of serious men tal discipline in the training of women made them indisposed to submit to the irksomeness of that earnest intellectual labor which might haVo remedied the deficiency. The total lack of accuracy in their mental habits was then, and is still for the immense majority of women, the least easily surmountable impediments to culture. The history of many marriages which have failed to realize intellectual companion ship is comprised in a sentence which waa ac .tually uttered by one of the moat accomplished ’of my friends: “ She knew nothing when I mar ried her. I tried to teach her somotlung; it made her angry, and I gave it op*”— The In ielleciual Life," by Fhllip Gilbert JBamerlon. MORGANATIC MARRIAGES. Some Boyal Love-Stories* From the Cincinnati Gazette. Morganatic marriages are a peculiar institu tion in Germany. When a royal personage falls in love with a lady of lower rank, he marries her morganatic&Uy—that is, with the stipula-. tion that the bride and her children shall not enjoy the rank nor inherit the possessions of the husband. The name is said to have originated in the fact that the morgen gift, or morning gift, or dowty, was given in lieu of all other dowry and inheritance. The Princess Augusta, of Liegnitz, who has just died, in her 73d year, was the morganatic wife of Frederick William m. of Prussia, whom she married in 1824. Bho was, therefore, the stepmother of the William, and of his brother, the late King, Frederick William IV., though sev eral years younger than both. The offspring of morganatic marriages are sometimes raised to royal rank. This was the case with the Prince of Teck, who married into the English royal family a few years ago. Hia father, the Duke Alexander, of Wurtemberg, married morganatically the Countess of Hohen stein. In 1863 the Prince and an older sister were raised to royal rank, while a younger sister, who had just before married a simple Baron, was left in her old social position. In Germany, and espe cially in Austria, a noble descent is a passport to privileges to which no amount of money or oven dazzling title than secure. admission. When candidates for a responsible office are adver tised for, it is sometimes mentioned that they must have a certain number of quarter age on their coat of arms. One of the Ester hazy Princes married a daughter of the English Earl of Jersey. She was beautiful and accom plished, but then one of her ancestors was the daughter of a banker. Consequently the aris tocrats of Vienna turned up their noses at her, and disputed over her claims to precedence. * Many of these sticklers for “bine blood” are poorer than a fairly well-off American merchant or lawyer, but they are the exponents of a sys tem, and are sharp-eyed ana sharp-tongued enough to make one sigh over the shortcomings of his pedigree. Prince Christian, of Schleswig Holstem, whom Queen Victoria married to one of her daughters, though thero were ugly rumors of his having a wife or mistress and half a dozen children, supported his high rank on about $1,300 . per annum, and there are others of hia class as poor, or even worse off. In 1864 the uncle of Christian, Princo Frederic, then a widower 64 years old, fell in love with Mary Leo, a pretty and wealthy young lady from New York. She would not consent to a mor ganatic marriage, and the head of the house would not allow one of its members to wed a Slebeian bride. Consequently the Prince laid own his royalty and was given the non-royal title of Prince of Noer, under which he was espoused to Miss Lee a few weeks later. The union was not of long continuance. The happy pair traveled in Syria, and, while at Boyrout, the husband fell sick, and died on the 2d of July, 1865, about eight months after the marriage. He left no issue, but had a son by his first mar riage eight years older than his stepmother. AH readers of Carlyle’s Frederick the Great will remember Prince Leopold, of Anhalt Des sau, called by the author “the Dossauer.” Ho was one of Frederick’s ablest Generals, a brave soldier, and little more, one of whose chief claims on the public recollection was the inven tion of iron ramrods for muskets. Yet this pug nacious old fellow, who was happy only in camp or on the battlefield, made a most romantic mar riage. When quite young he fell desperately in love with the pretty daughter of Heir Fob, an apothecary of Dessan. To break him of his passion, his family sent him away, and tried all the arts of persuasion, but in vain. He remained faithful to his love, ana was magnanimous enough to raise her to princely rank as soon as he was able, the original marriage being morganatic. TTia bride was worthy of him. She accompanied him on all his marches and shared all his hard ships for many years. When she died, the old man showed more grief than could be produced by any other misfortune. The crust of German conservatism has rarely been broken as com pletely or as pleasantly as in the case of this rough warrior. - from the Springfield Republican. The death of Prince Adalbert of Prussia is interesting as removing another of the Princes contemporary with the Emperor. He was bom in 1801, and was the Emperor's cousin. He was a sailor by education, of rather more character than the average Honenzollem, and enjoyed no end of affection from the people, as the "Prince Admiral.” His personal appearance was strik ingly similar to Admiral Farragut’s. He voyaged much about the world, enjoyed nothing better than a dash of excitement and adventure, and published several works, including a diary of travels and a thesis on the formation of a Ger man navy. But the oddest streak in his life was his marriage with Theresa Ellssler, sister -of Fannv Ellssler, both ballet girls, who had grown wealthy by their trade and retired from it. Prince Adalbert having announced the deter-, mination of his love, the Prussian King had to ennoble her, and gave her the title of Baroness Yon Barnim. This was in 1850, when the bride groom had reached the age of 19 and the bride 44. The only issue of this marriage lost his life in Egypt, a few years ago, by fever. But this was not the first love affair of the Bailor hoy, as appears by the following dispatch published in the recent memoir of Baron Stock mar, long Private Secretary to Princess and Queen Victoria, of England. It is dated about six weeks before the accession of that lady to the throne, and was addressed by the then Minister of England at Berlin, to the Duchess of Kent: Berlin, May 3,1837. Madams : Would it be agreeable to your Boyal Highness that Prince Adalbert of Prussia, the son of Pnnoe William, should place himself on the list of those who pretend to the hand of H. R. H., the Prin cess Victoria 7 Your consent, xnadame, would give great satisfaction to the Court of Berlin. I have the honor to be your Royal Highness 1 obedient, humbla servant, William Bussell. The Duchess of Sent replied to this, that Miss Victoria was still sofnewhat too yonng, only 18, to think of marriage—especially, we may sup* pose her to add mentally, to a man of 36. The business-like note of Lord Bussell flashes vivid ly upon us the cold heartlessneea of royal match making, and the existence of a time when these crowned heads, now aging and decrepit, were boys and girls together. It also opens a wonder ful abyss of might have boons.” Had Adal bert, instead of Albert, been the successful suiter, who would have been the present Prince of Wales, and the Baroness von Bamim ? The cable also announces the death of the widow of Frederick William m., Princess of Liegnitz. This recalls a most painful epoch in the history of a man otherwise much revered. This is the King who well-nigh lost his life and kingdom by Napoleon, but who had for his first wife as good a Queen as often falls to the lot of unhappy Kingship. Queen Louise (who was the mother of the present Emperor) was a rare ..woman, as the meanest peasant woman in Prus sia will to this day declare. The Napoleonic misfortunes beat the life out of her, and her hus band was left a widower at the age pf 40. One of the finest works of modem sculpture is that tomb at Potsdam, where the baud of Hanchiias wrought in purest marble the counterfeit pre sentments of the revered monarch and his queen, lying side by side in the sweet repose of death. These are the King and Queen, husband and wife, whom Prussia remembers with the greatest pleasure. She would fain forget, if she naa not indeed forgotten, that the King In his old age took another woman to wife, ennobling her and putting her at the head of his table. For sixteen years the court and kingdom sniffed at the old man's graceless infatuation. When he died, the Princess of Liegnitz disappeared from Berlin life. Now, after the lapse of a third of a cen tury, she reappears, to die. Here is a contemporary picture of this fine lady in her exaltation which leaves a not unpleasant impression of her. Tho writer was Henry E. of New Haven, who saw Berlin in 1826,. and who wrote a book yrim-fnll of infonnation bearing on the condition of Germany - at that time: . - * Tho Princess of Ucgnitz Is now about 25 years of age. aid, although not distlngniabcd for her beauty, has a better face than most of her sex. She I®. enily Tory modest, and is far from being dated by this sudden transition from tho daughter of a poor Count to the wife of a King of twelve millions of subject*. With the inhabitants of the city she is popular, but they vlll never cease to fed that their monarch, who once amid boast of Louise for-his wife, has lessened his dlfnityby his left-handed marriage with a more Countess. I have seen her at several balls, where she took the third or fourth place. When the Duke of Wellington was here, a few days ago, after ho had polonalsed with the Crown ftincesa and the Dnchees of-Mecklenburg, he pre sented bis hand to the Princess of Licgnltz. At the time cf her marriage in November, 1624, nobody knew of the event beforehand. The Crown-Prince was re quested by the King to come to the. palace at Char loKenbnrg, and was there introduced to her as his future mother-in-law. The communication fell like a clap of thunder on the royal family and the nation. The King’s daughters, who were all here, nearly cried their eyes oat. Tho Berliners say that Charlotte, now the wife of Nicholas, wept for sorrow; that Louise, wife of Prince William of Holland, wept for pride, and that Alexandrine, Grand Duchess of Uecklonburg- Schwerln, wept from stupidity. A COCKNEY WAIL • From the London Figaro. The great Pacific Journey I have done. In many a town and tent I've found a lodgment, 1 think i*ve traveled to tho Betting sun. And very nearly reached the Day of Judgment. Like Lanncelot, in quest of Holy Grail. Prom Western Beenhoba to Yankee Dan I've been a seeker, yet I sadly fall To find the genuine type American. Where is the object of my youthful wonder, Who met me m the pages of Sam Slick ? Who opened every sentence with By thunder , And whittled always on a bit of stick. The more the crowd of friends around me thickens, The lese my chance to meet him seems to be; Why did be freely show himself to Dickens, To Dixon, Sals, Trollope, not to me 7 No one accosts me with the words, Wa'al stranger / Greets me as Festive Cuss, or shouts Old Boss t No grim six-shooter threatens me with danger, If I don’t quickly pass the butter, boss,’- Bound friendly boards no cocktail over passes, No brandy smash my morning hour besets, And petticoats are worn by all the lasses. And the pianos don't wear pantalettes. The ladies, when yon offer chicken salad, Don’t say, I’m pretty crowded now, J guess ; They don’t sing Mrs. Barney Williams’ ballads Of “ Bobbing Bound," nor add Sir-ee to yes, J, too, have sat, like every other fellow, . In many a railway, omnibus, street car; No girl has spiked me with a fierce umbrella, And said, You git, I mean to sit right thar. Gone are the Yankees of my early readings I Faded the Yankee land of eager guests I I meet with culture, courtesy, good breeding, Art. letters, men and women of the best. Oh I fellow Britons, all my hopes are undone! Take counsel of a disappointed man! Don't come oat here, bat stay at home in London, And seek in books the true American}* - monkey’ Sagacity. “ It was in a wild and drearv part of the coun try," says a writer in a late London magazine, “In the plains of India, while journeying, that, one day, a friend and self sat down under the shade of an umbrageous banyan tree ; and wo were enjoying a meal of various edibles, to be washed down with a glass of Bass’ best, when we were disturbed by the arrival and the noise of a troop of large black-faced monkeys. The branches overhead literally swarmed with them. They looked on us as interlopers, no doubt; and for some time their gestures were so menacing that wo were apprehensive they would dispute the ground with us. But after a time things 'seemed to settle down, and we went bn with our repast in peace. We had just risen from our meal, ana wore strolling from.under tho shade, when, to our surprise, one of the monkeys—a young • one—fell down from a high branch at our feet. It was quite dead. The clamor that arose above us on in© occurrence of this calamity was deafening. The whole assembly of monkeys clustered to gether for a confab. Long and loud were the ©batterings and varied the gnmances of tho tribe, each individual vieing with tho other in tho loud ness of his tongue. Their looks and gestures made it apparent that they suspected us as being the cause of the death of their Juvenile comrade; and, had we had guns in our hands, or any other murderous weapons, we would no doubt have been set upon and maltreated. But we were unarmed, and the good sense of the monkeys seemed to tell them that there must be sonjp other culprit. Having come to this conclusion, one monkey, apparently the senior and leader of the whole tribe, separated himself from the rest, ran to the spot on the branch whence the youngmon key had fallen, examined it carefully, smelled the branch, and then glided nimbly down one

of the pillars or pendent roots with which the banyan .tree is so richly furnished, and came to the corpse of the monkey, took it up, examined, it minutely* particularly the shoulder, where there was a wound—not a gunshot, but one somewhat smaller. Instinct immediately turned suspicion into certainty. Ho placed tho corps© on the ground again, and, turning his gaze in • every direction, endeavored to pierce the foliage in search of tho murderer. After a little while something seemed to rivet his attention. It was but for a moment. The next instant he had mounted the tree, sprang to the spot, and with one hand bad soizea a long whip-snake, with which he hastened to the ground. - Now occurred a most curious scene. The whole monkey rabble, following their leader in his rapid movement, were on the ground almost as soon as he; and then as many as could ranged themselves on each side of the spake, each monkey putting Lin hand on the reptile, clutch ing hold of the skin of the back tightly. At a given signal the executioners dragged the body of the wnthing snake backward and forward on the ground till nothing was left of the murderer but the backbone. The mode of execution was at once summary and effectual; and in the way m which it was carried out was manifested the clear understanding which the monkey language conveys. It reminds me of the lingo of some of the Paharee tribes of Himalayas, which con sists of a string or succession of sounds like ha-fiar7ioo-hoo-hin-hin— equally unintelligible. to us as th e ©batterings of the monkey, but vary, well understood by the ‘hoonoomana * by whom it is used, even as tho monkeys can comprehend one another." Prompt Dealing with a Savage.. In the Oregon Indian war of 1855 and 1856, Onhi, the moot conspicuous Chief of the Yaki mas, a large and powerful tribe in ‘Washington Territory, was one of the principal leaders. Af ter several months of fighting, seeing the hope lessness of the contest, he came in and delivered himself np. The officer to whom he surrendered was Capt. Dent, of the Ninth Infantry, the brother-in-law of President Grant. Gen. Wright, who commanded the troops then in the field, as soon as the fact of the capture of Ouhi was an nounced to him, directed the prisoner to be brought before him. He then said: “ You have seen the sun for the last time. I am going to hang you. Not that yon have fought against us in battle,’but because, before the war broke out yon murdered Indian Agent Bolen. He was your friend; bntyou followed him from the Yakima Agency on his journey to the Dalles, and, when at noon he was resting, you and two other Indians killed him, and yet the moment before you had been smoking with him. This was not war—it was the. act of a dog, and you shall die a dog’s death. Capt. Dent, as Officer of the Day, yon will detail a Sergeant and a proper number of men, and hang this man as soon as the preparations can be made.” • It took very few minutes to carry these orders out. Young Onhi was stretched up as a warn ing to other Indian Chiefs that murderers would bo punished. General Wright, then in com mand of the Department of Oregon, by this act, did much to bring the war then ponding to an end. Capt. Wright, of the Twelfth Infantry, who was killed by the Modocs at the same time with Capt. Thomas, was a son of this old Indian fighter. - A Ikon-Vendor. tfew'. Tort Correspondence of the Cincinnati Commercial Imagine a handsome young fellow, an Alsatian Frenchman, with a pair of purple-velvet knee breeches, a pair of snow-white stockings coming to his knees, at which they are trimmed with lace; a pair of low shoes with silver buckles, a white linen jacket, a four-cornered hat of white linen, and carrying a large light basket filled with those delicious rolls which are made for the Sunday breakfast-table in some of the towns of France. 1 am not describing a circus per former, or a grotesque humbug perambulat ing the street for boys to laugh at. I saw him, and more than one of his kind, in the bright early hours of last Sunday morning, going round from house to house in the upper part of the town, supplying his customers with the bread-rolls in question. This style of thing is comparatively new here, and has been intro duced by Alsatian exiles. The young man’s cos tume looks entirely appropriate in its purity, tastefulness, and gayety. He seems like a vis ion and remmisoenso of the far-gone times. His fleecy rolls brought back to one’s imagination the ages when-as yet Biddy was not, and when the various craftsmen carried on their labors as though they meant to please and delight those whom it was their privilege to serve. The French are the only civilized people, the only people who oan give color and charm to the arts of daily life, A MODERN CONVENIENCE. JL Philadelphian:; Relates Bow It Worki* 1 ( B. - Gimmel ” relates in the last issue of the Philadelphia Sunday Dispatch his marvel ous experience with a district telegraph box, that his wife had .coaxed him into purchasing. He says .: The Modem Convenience came to hand. It was put up in ,my. absence; Mrs. Gimmel had fathomed its mysteries to the lowest depths, and she explained, them .to me—how to push a little .white handle to the left and pull a ring, when a messenger would pop up out of the floor; thrust it to the left, give the ring a tug, and a police man comes rattling down the chimney; jerk at the ring as if you wanted a shower-bath, and the fire department would come locomotive speed for our domicile, supposed to be in flames. On the second day of the domestication of the Latest Modem Convenience in our abode my first-born summoned four messengers. That inquisitive boy went supperless to bed on the evening of the eventful day. His mother paid the messengers, and economized by saving the child’s evening zneaL Bat the crowning triumph of the Convenience was yet to come ; and it came on a dark, rainy night. I was sleeping the sleep of innocence, when Mrs. G. aroused me with the old news that there were robbers trying to get into the bouse. Hav ing received.this information so often in the still watches of the night, I disregarded it, and dozed on ; but only to be jostled again by wife, who was wrought up to a high degree of excite ment. She insisted on my harkening. I hark ened. I did hoar a noise of.some kind, and pro posed to investigate. “ Oh, don’t! “screamed Mrs. G.; “you’ll bo killed! Think of Poster—Probst! I’ll save you, Gimmel! Pilsave us both from the blood thirsty wretches I ” She rushed to her telegraph box, and pushed ana £ allied “Pshaw!" said she, “I have made a mistake!" And she pushed and pulled some more. “ Oh, dear! ” she cried pettishly, “I was right at first! ” Then there was a noise in the back yard again. Then my wife tugged with might and main, screaming hysterically the while. “ Now, you see, Aleph—what a jewel of a wife you have got! oor Latest Modern Convenience —will save our lives—the life of our perrecious cheyild! ” Here there was a terrific ringing at our door bell. “ Bun down, Gimmel! It’sthe needed succor!” said my wife. I obeyed. No sooner had I opened the door than a policeman grasped mo “Ah? You are tho burglar f are you ? New dodge, eh I Blgged up in a night-shirt with a candle in your hand! Cunning lady: but lam too old a bird to be caught with such chaff !’* He shook my night garment as though it con cealed burglars in every stitch, and was aboutto drag 'me out of my own house—out into the rain—when three dripping, sturdy boys came trudging ‘ over the household, followed by more hurrying men. “ We he the messengers, sir I" bawled allthree in chorus. “ I brought a doctor!” said the first. “He is coming up the steps." “ I fetched a midwife!’’ screamed the second. “I want to know as to where I am to go 1" bel lowed the third. And, while I stared in speechless wonder, a fifth lunatic'came tearing up the steps with a metallic knapsack on his back and a hose and pipe in his hand. «... Tell me!—where’s the fire ?” said he. Then snuffing the air, be shouted : “I smell it here I" burst open the parlor door, end played a stream of stale soda-water on the piano from his knap sack. , ‘ , The policeman began to regard me with speech less wonder, and would have demanded an ex • planation or an apology, had not more policemen arrived with handcuffs and revolvers. My neigh bors to the right and left of me came in armed with bed-posts, in the hurry of alarm wrenched off. Four men who dwell across tho street came with shot-guns, base-ball clubs, billiard-cues, and a feather-brush; and, to heighten the din, a steam fire-engine came. thundering up to tho door, screeching like a locomotive with a bad cold ; and close behind clattered the insurance patrol wagon, which vehicle had no sooner come to a halt Sian two men leaped from it with a great roll of tarpaulin, with which they ran into tho parlor and unrolled over the sofas andeentfc*- table. . Surrounded on every side, my bouse rendered a bedlam, I sought out the sergeant of tho police, and humbly asked what it all meant. “Why, you see, Mr. Gimmel," said he, “ your district alarm-box struck so fierce for po lice, messengers, and fire, tbafc> in duty bound, we all came to see what could be done in the premises." ~ _ “My wif* «at machine and then proceeded in my airy wardrobe to seek my spouse, whom I found leaning out of our back chamber window, intently regarding the yard. She was supported in flank and rear, by my neighbors, aimed with guns, bats, and cues. “ I tell yon the robbers are down there, and I didn’t ring for fire; at least I did not intend to.” “Madam!" shonted a policeman from the tack stoop, in a voice not to be contradicted, “ there are no robbers here! ’’ “ But I heard them with my own ears," per sisted my undaunted wife—“ I heard them try ing to rfimh up the tin water-spout.” “That was it, was it?" asked the cerulean guardian of the peace. “Yea, just!” determinedly snapped out Mrs. O. Loud and long and hearty laughed that police man, and between his resonant guffaws be gulped out— “lt was—ha! ha! ha!—a—he! he! he!—a cat—ho! ho! ho!—a-playing with—ha! ha! ha! —a empty tin'tomatOHian —ha! ha! ha!—which it are rolling around this here blessed yard for youalltosee! Ha! ha! ha!"' My wife began to weep, the neighbors to laugh, the'patrolmen to condemn their own eyes, the firemen to smell the and the three messengers to dance a triple-jig in the hallway. Did I comfort my solitary wife ? No; 1 left her to the tender mercies of the Police-SergeanL and consoled the crowd with. the amber-colored contents of a decanter. Fabulous Prices Paid for Pictures. The Paris correspondent of the Scotsman writes as follows regarding the groat prices paid for pictures in Paris:' The fabulous prices given hare recently for pictures have not only astonished the rest of Europe, but Paris itself, which is given to do extravagant things/ • These prices, however, were due, in a great measure, to tricks of the trade, and in no way represented the real and quiet value of the paintings disposed of. The room where the Wilson, Papin, and other collections were knocked down in quick succession, was crowded to suffocation by excited bidders, and each time that a work gave, rise to ah'animated contest, and rose to an absurd sum, the purchaser was hailed with several rounds of applause—the clapping of handa and stamping of feet. The Papin collection is reported to have fetched enormous prices through the jealousy of two stockbrokers, one of whom had run away with the mistress of the other; the fortunate lover desired some of Papin s pictures,.which the betrayed one, in a spine of revenge, ran np for him. By the way, not many years ago Papin gave 10,000 francs, or £IOO. for a Buysdaeh and was considered so insane for paying each. * P”° 8 that his relatives wore on the point of demand ing a “family council” to deprive him of the management of his property. And yet the other day *bia same work was sold at nearly four times the figure given by Papin j but perhaps this was owing to the bitter feud stirred up by the modem Helen between the two above men tioned agents do change. M. Laurent-Bicard, the tailor, sold the works ho rorily parted with at extravagant prices, but a good many pictures appear to have been brought in so as to run th others up, on the good old system of the sacred books, iiany of the painters whose labors were disposed of for such goodly prices are still living, and were probably present at the sales where their works wore sold for five or six times what they received. Among other representatives of French art may be mentioned Meifisomer, whose microscopic performances always- fetch high prices; Fromentin, whoso animals are always drawn with dash and vigor; and Corot, whoso works, admirable enough rather weary one with their sameness. - With Corot it is always the same cold early morning light and smudgy look ing trees ; but, if yon step back a little, there is no denying the effect. ~ , ‘ , The pictures sold at the sales which I have mentioned, and at several other ones, are for the most part French (with a fair sprinkling of the Dutch school), and were disposed of, as far as I could learn, to Frenchmen. - More auctions are coming on, and at one of these several English works will be put up, and we shall have an opportunity of seeing how Beynolda’ Gainesborongh and Lawrence are appreciated. The English school is almost unknown here, except to a few amateurs, Every time a French collector dies, the works be has carefully amassed are brought to the hammer, and these sales, to- getherwithprivate ones, give French artiste what maybe penneda. good airing. In England a good modern picture may bo exhibited once; it' is brought and thenceforward disappears from the pubho eye forever,' and is of little use to the artiste as an advertisement, as compared with French pictures, which change hands rapidly, and over which the big drum is furiously beaten. AMERICA AT VIENNA. The Wigwam—Nondescript Floors* Vienna Correspondence of the Keio York Tribune. I finally fell m with a friend who knew the way to the American Wigwam, a feature of which I had already heard the Austrians speak with great interest. The way led through a hit of the old Prater forest, which has been left standing on the eastern side of the South Portal. We pushed on, under the tall trees, until a veri table Wigmazn, tall enough and grand enough for Blister-Feet or Holo-in-tho-Day, loomed upon our . vision. It stands in a hol low, with the rough, neglected grove encircling it on all sides. A hundred feet in circumference by about 35 feet in height, covered with canvas painted to imitate the or namented buffalo bides of the tribes beyond the Missouri, it is really a very picturesque object. The imitation is excellent, and there are no other buildings near enough to interfere serious ly with the momentary ulasion. But for the numbers of chairs and tables scattered in front of the entrance, and the wondering and excited Viennese, who for the first time drew the sherry cobbler through the miraculous straw, one might have expected to find red-skins in wait behind those painted scalps. It was our mild colored brother: however, who issued from the chief's lodge, and, after rapidly scanning us from head to foot, ad dressed us in the accents of New York: “Cock tail?” “Brandy smash?” “All American drinks here, sir?” Truly enough, the Wigwam is a bar, and nothing else. There is an “ American Bar” outside the grounds; another and more gorgeous pavilion-like affair is goingup inside; out Mr. Wiehle had heard of the German popularity of the Song of Hiawatha, and his tent, to the na tive mind, imparts a weird, aboriginal flavor to the strange compounds. While I was examining the pictures of scalps, serpents, and buffaloes which cover it, one of the Imperial Archdukes took his seat at a table and called for a good specimen of American wine. ‘ I did not ascertain with what he was served, nor how be liked It. .Over the American pavilion of the Exhibition building there is a a singular, nondescript flag which is obviously intended for the national standard of the united States. The like of it was never before seen by any American. It has the stripes, but the blue field is singularly des titute of stars; and in the centre of the flag, in terfering with the stripes, is another blue field with an eagle emblazoned upon it. Near by, and surmounting the high wooden barricade which encloses the grounds, there are three or four smaller pieces of bunting of a different descrip tion, which are also doing duty as Ameri can colors. They have about fifty stripes of the width of half an inch each, and in the lower right-band corner a square of plain blue. An nglier flag than this streaked thing could scarcely be devised. I don’t know who is re sponsible for these burlesques of our beautiful Stars and Stripes. Perhaps some of our Exhi bition officials have been so long away from home that they have forgotten what their coun try’s flag is Uke, or perhaps some of the new made Americans who abound here, and who never lived long enough in the United States to learn much about our flag, have put them up. In either case there is no excuse for the Com missionere, who have allowed them to remain for a fortnight.. THE WHALE’S REVENGE. [lt it melancholy to read that the last of the whalers of Nantucket has just been sold. Gaa and kerosene hare made die whale of no account In commerce.— Morning paper,] To whales that in the Arctic eeaa Have long by cruel man been worried, Lay by the shore, and take your ease, Ko longer need your hearts be flurried. The whalers of Nantucket’s Isle No more your He r will seek to try out, Gae, kerosene, inventions vile, Have knocked Nantucket’s brightest eye out. Wail not for Nan, ye lightsome whsles. To you her troubles should be pleasure, Then slap the billows with yottr tails, And blithely dance a joyful measure. Revenge la yours; for man, the lubber. Whoso cheerful sport it was. for ages. To drive his harpoon in your blabber. Now blabbers over his lost wages. And, worse than aQ, his OH run out. In darkness, now, he forced to topple is. The victim of bad imps that flout His aching eyes with gas monopolies. —Nets York Graphic, “Cording” Your Mother*in*ljßW } i Bedstead* Xb in a uuio BiuguiM tfiij juur wires xnotner will persist in sleeping on & cord bedstead. But she does. Yon aon’t think so much of this until yon are called upon to pat it up, which ©vent generally takes place in the evening. The bedstead has been cleaned in the afternoon, and, having been soaked through with hot water, is now ready for putting up. Your wife holds the lamp and takes charge of the conversation. The rope has been under water seven times in the course of the cleaning, and, having swollen to a diameter greater than the holes in the rails, has also got into a fit of coiling up into myste rious and very intricate forms. You at first wonder, at this, but pretty soon wonder ceases to be a virtue, and then you scold. The thread which has been wound around the end of the rope to facilitate its introduction in the holes has come off, and you have to roll it up again, lien, after you have pulled it through eight holes, your wife makes the dis covery .that you have started wrong. The way that rope comes out of those holes again, makes your wife get closer to the door. Then you try it again, and- get It tangled in your legs. By this time you notice that it is the smallest bed-room in the house, and you call the attention of your wife to the fact by observing: “ Why on earth don’t you open the door ? Do you want to smother me ? ” She opens the door, ©nd you start again, and she helps you with the lamp. First she puts itonlhe wrong side of the rail, then she moves it so the heat comes up the chimney and scorches your nose. Just as you need it the worst you lose sight of it en tirely, and, turning around, find her exam ining the wall to see how that man has put on the whitewash. This excites you, and brings out the perspiration in greater profusion, and vou declare you will kick the bedstead out of doors if she doesn’t come around with that light. Then she comes around. Finally the cord is laid aU right, and . you proceed to execute the very delicate job of tightening it. The lower ropes are first walked over. This is done by stepping on the first one and sinking it down, hanging to the head-board with the clutch of death. Then you step with the other foot on the next line, spring that down, lose your balance, grab for the head-board, miss it, and come down m a heap. This is repeated more or Ie “ across the length of the bed, the being the new places yon braise. The top cords are tightened in another way, and yon now proceed to that. You first put one foot on each rail, which spreads yon some, and as you do it the frightful thought stakes you that, if one of those feet should slip over, nothing on earth would preventyou from being split through to the chin. Then you pull up the first rope until your eyes seem to be on the point of rolling out of their sockets, and the blood m your veins fairly groans, and,on being convinced that you can’t pull it any farther without crip pling yourself for life, you catch hold of- the next rope and draw that np, and grant. Then you move along to the next, and pull that up,: and grant again. Just as you have got to the middle, and commence to think that you are about through, oven if your joints will never again set as they did before, yon some way or other miss the connection, and find that yon have got to go back and do it all over. Here yon pause for a lew minntea of oracular refreshment, and then slowly and carefully work your way back. Yon don't jump down and walk back, because yon are afraid to spread ont in that way again. Yon sort of waddle back, work ing the way inch by inch, and with consummate patience. A man thus stretched across a bed stead never becomes so excited as to lose his presence of mind. It would be instant death if he did. Then he goes over it again, waddling and pulling, groaning and granting, while hU wife moves around with the lamp, and tells him to take it easy, and not scratch the bedstead any more than he can help, and she can’t tell which creaks the most, he or the bedstead. And after he gets through she has tne audacity to ask him to briug in the feather beds. In the dead of night that man will steal up to thatroom and look at that bedstead, and swear. —Davbury Newt. A Funny man. Detroit has what it calls a funny man. An' old man named Gregg, who mends furniture for a living, was sitting in his shop recently, when a stranger entered and asked the loan of a dollar. Gregg bounded at the impudence of the request, and the stranger began laughing uproariously, and shut and bolted the door. The stranger then took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped up and seized Gregg by the hair and Uftedhimnpa footor so. Gregg attempted to call in the police, but the funny man seized him by the throat and nearly choked him to death. “.Why don’t you laugh?” said the stranger,, saying, which he began to twig his nose. A stair-rod then came into requisition, Gregg being constantly requested to laugh. Seeing that his life was in danger he did laugh, but it was not a hearty laugh. and accord ingly the stranger began bitting at nis feet with a hatchet. A pair of shears was then procured, and the man began cutting off his hair until his victim was left bald. He then cut off the man's whiskers and tickled his feet with an old curry comb, threatening to stab Gregg if he made any alarm. Growing tired at last, the stranger said he guessed he would go. He was not in need of any money, he said, but ho liked to meet a man who could' appreciate fun, and he went out. The carpenter was alive at last accounts, but the funny man is still at large. It is thought that the case is one of emotional insanity. POETRY AND PROPER NAMES. [The/ormer assisting you to pronounce the latter .J There dwelt an old cobbler at Bromley, And he had a daughter so comely. That, though be was poor. And Snooks for name bore, That name ah* relinquished for Cholmondelejf A small barber shaved for a penny ; His shop was the pride of Kilkenny. He hung out his pole Along with a scroll, Whereon was inscribed Abergavenny. A school was for boys kepi at E’shatn, By one who knew not how to teach 'em ; Yet his line be could trace To a generous race. This poor pedagogue called himself Beauchamp There is choice of a great many large banks, For those with their money who charge banka. And one I could trust With the whole of my “ dust,” Heed I say, it is yours, Messrs. Marjoribanks, A soldier may genius or dunce be; But either aiain only once be, As one was whose name Is worthy of fame; That hero of Waterloo, Ponsonby. - Punch . Arab “Women—Their Flcturesquo Cot* turn.. —Arab Usage.—A Tough Story to Tell. I have only yet alluded slightly to that which makes one of the great charms of Algiers. 1 mean the piotureaqueneas and variety of the costumes, especially in the old town. At first it was impossible to distinguish the different nationalities of the wearers. But by degreeawe learned to tell them almost at firat sight The moat picturesque are the Arabs pur et timple r with their tall, erect figures, straight features,, magnificent carraigo, and dark eves. Jb®*® ** one peculiarity about them, and that is that they always have their heads covered, the whole head dress or capote of their burnouses being bound round the head with a thick cord of camel s hair: wound round six or seven times. Their wives are shrouded from head to foot in white haiks and burnouses, the only sign of difference of rank being shown in the exceeding fineness of the stuff worn by the ladies, which covers them completely, only one eye being allowed to be shown. ... , . These door women are looked upon aa beaata of burden in the tents and among the lower classes: while among the upper they are simply pampered slaves, whose one idea in life is to minister to the pleasure of their lorda. VanouS attempts have been made by the French to emancipate them from this nnhappvennajtiOD, hot es yet in vain. On this subject, E. Cherhon neau (the head of the Arabic French school and a learned archaeologist, with whose labors we afterward became better acquainted at Constan tine) tells the following anecdote, which w«s related to him by the famous Uussulman lawyer, 8i Chadli: A chief of the tribe of Haracta, between Am-Beida and Xehessa, went on some business to Constantine. A few days later he returned to hie tribe, and, calling his wife, de sired her to fetch four poets and some cord, she obeyed, when, to her honor, the chief threw her down on the ground, leaked her to the fmut Stakes, and, taking a stick, commenced beating: her with all his might. ..... . . Uer cries brought all the inhabitants of to* tents to their doors, and endeavored, though m vain, to stop her husband’s arm. • Bat what has she done ?” they exclaimed. She is the pearl of the tribe, the best of mothere. the mod el of wives!” “ What has she done ? retorted the monster. “Nothing. lam only relieving my mind.” At lost, being exhausted by ins own. fury, he condescended to stop, and explain that,, at Constantine, he had seen.an Arab woman,, backed up by the French authorities, drag her husband before the court to complain of his ill usage, and the kadi had actually given judgment, in her favor! So monstrous an infraction or Arab usages had infuriated the chief to bucii rn degree that he had forgotten the object of his journey, and only hurried home to wreak his vengeance, for the insult offered to the male sex, on the body of his unhappy wife '.—Lady Her herCt “ AlMria.” Xho Profitableness of Bird-Nesting In Worth Scotland. The north of Scotland drives a flourishing trade in birds’ eggs with the fancy collectors of London. The prices of soma varieties are thus quoted: Golden eagle eggs, *6.25 each; merlin, long-eared owl and tawny owls’ eggs 40 cents each; wagtail and goldfinch eggs, 12 cents each; Da kin's eggs, 65 cents; northern diver’s eggs, 82.W each; and common snipe’s eggs, 13 cents each.' These prices being so remunerative, in many places, and especially on the breeding-grounds m the north, people find it worth then while to occupy themselves all the breeding season: mi getting eggs for the London collectors* and the* President of a naturalist society says that while-- in the north isles of Shetland, some years ago,, he visited a school-master there, who showed. tum a lot of eggs collected by himself on .com mission fora London agent, all most beautifully' and scientifically blown, —a boring instrument and sucker being used forjthe purpose.—and in one box alone were 300 snipe’s eggs, equal at 13 cents each to $36. Any person who is fortunate enongh to possess a golden eagle hen that is a regular daily layer* might easily make, at this rate, $2,000 a year, finch a bird would be a for tune to a family. —JPall MaXL Gazdte. A. Now Trick of tlic Heathen Ohlnac» From the San Francisco Alta, It is a singular fact that only two or three cases of small-pox are found on the steamers ar riving from China, though there have been from 600 to 1,000 passengers, and the disease has not spread afterthe arrival of a vessel. Either toe Chinese are far ahead of us in knowledge of a preventive, or they have a wayof producing a perfect simulation of the homple disease to carry out some smuggling operations. A vessel is quarantined for a few days C*n tuch t ™ e ‘ t has been easy to got nd of a few thousand dol to’ opto), and then thn paaaengera are releaaad. It in an easy matter, by thenaeof tartar emetic, to produce ordinary pustules, but how to counterfeit the fever accompanying the email-pox, and the peculiar odor, without having the genuine die case, is far beyond anything known in our materia medica. The Chinese have been known to practice such deceptions as this to aid them in carrying out smuggling ope rations, and the unvarying uniformity of the small number of affected passengers gives nse to the belief that they are at their old tricks. X Goyier-Wa»h-TnT». Ono evening Messrs. Spencer and Hamp, de sirous of testing the cleansing qualities of the hot springs, attempted to wash a flannel orer shirt Delonging to the former in their boiling waters. Alter carefully soaping the garment they committed it to one of the least active cauldrons in the basing when, to their astonish-, ment,'the water in the spring suddenly receded carrying the shirt out of sight. Curiosity leu them the next morning to revisit the spring, which proved to bo a geyser of considerable force; and as they stood in mute astonishment upon the edge, and gazed down its corrugated aides, listening to the gurgling and spluttering of the water, and the ominous intonations from beneath, an eruption suddenly took place, which projected the missing shirt, amid a column ot water and vapor, to the hight of twenty feet into the air, and in its descent it was caught upon one of the numerous silicious projections which sur rounded the edge of the crater, and recovered. “The Ascent of Mount Hayden,” in Scribners jot June. Siberian filonkfc* A peculiarly Siberian story is reported fro the southern shores of Lake Baikal. In tn» pleasing neighborhood, a spacious Bussian mon astery was erected not long ago, the monlu being destined to devote their leisure hours tothoco version of the Mongols thereabouts. This DOTS accounted a comparatively easy task by the victs and exiles in the province, a gooa nauj offered to take the row, on condition of wrong their term of punishment remitted. In cnn eration of the religions object, their appears, were granted. To cut a long short, tiie now monks were no sooner insUUJJ* than tljey began forging paper tat a mous quantity of winch they are said to w manufactured under cover of the cowl, the matter oozed out. Prompt actlrobemß“ 6a essaty, and the venerable mmates being of tried nerve, they immedaitely burned vent and took to their heels. -

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