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In its absolute sway, its tyrannical assumptions, it seizes not only the public treasures, but lays a ruthless hand on the national conscience, transferring the individual moral sense to the censorship of a suâ€" perior in military position, making might the synonym of right. The in- ferior is thus compelled to yield his moral convictions to a superior in com- mand, ever subject to the caprices of men by no means models of purity, or to the supposed emergencies of the ac- cidents of war. In such circumstances and under such influences private vir- tue must become dwarfed, and vice as- sume gigantic proportions. The Sab- bath, a necessity, not only of man’s moral, but of his physical, nature, is violated, desecrated, becoming a day of hilarity and carnage, Familiarity with crime makes it less odious, while scenes of cruelty and bloodshed can not fail to callous the heart, brutalize and destroy, , in some degree, the more ennobling and l the finer sensibilities of our higher na- ‘ture.â€"â€"J 11. Hanaford. In 1762, when there were only six stage-coaches throughout the kingdom of Great Britain, a person named John Crosset, of the Charthouse, London, took alarm, and wrote a pamphlet de- manding the suppression of these con- veyances, on the ground that they would inflict a. serious injury on society. Some of his reasons were both amusing and curious. “These coaches,” says he, “make gentlemen come to London, upon very small occasions, which otherwise they would not do but upon urgent necessity â€"nay, the conveniency of the passage makes their wives often come up, who, rather than come such journeys on horseback, would stay at home. Here, when they come to town, they must be in the mode, get fine clothes, go to plays and treats, and by these means get such a habit of idleness and love of pleasure that they are uneasy ever after.” Knocked Over and Blown Up. Manufactured by J. SEGSWORTH, EALER IN FINE GOLD AND SIL‘ PATENT MEDICINES. One Hundred Years Ago. PROCLAMATION- THE KING OF OILS D. O. O'BRIEN, \VM. MALLOY, ‘004- Proprietor, Ingeréoll H. MUSTARD, A little wild rose, as blushing, as trembling, as dewy, as shy, was Em- ily Rivers, and just as sweet as one, thought her cousin Lawrence. Indeed, Lawrence idealized her a trifle; for when he came back from his long stay in the East, where he had seen few but the swarthy women of the meridian, Emily dawned upon him, as fair and pure and delicate as any spirit of the sky. Her very shyness lent her an air of reserve that made one feel as though she were something the least in the world remote. She carried her pretty head like a young fawn, alert, listening, ready to fly ; and there was a fascin- ation, a piquaney, in this reserve that tempted the young man to break its barrier, and make the maidenly thoughts and fancies his own. Still, he was not sure that he had a right to the indulgence of such a tempta- tion. Not sure? He was very sure that he had no right at all. It had been understood ever since there was any understanding about him what- ever, and he had acquiesced in the understanding, that he was one of the particular members of the family who were not to indulge themselves in that way. There had been too much indulgence in that race-it had brought them to povertyâ€"and Law- rence had been set apart for a rich wife from the day when the elders: began to assert the portions; so de-l cidedly set apart that it was general-‘ ly determined Valeria. Gueltan should fall to his lot, probably because she was, in a distant manner, within the family;circle, and because at her ma- jority she became a sufficient heiress to satisfy even the family desire for ,money. As for loveâ€"“ Love goes ‘where it’s sent,” said Aunt Paget. “It’s all nonsense to think of letting such a trifle interfere with serious matters. Mr. Paget and I never pre- tended any especial love for each other, but we got along very well, and when he died he left me comfortâ€" able, which I shouldn’t have been if I had married poor Mark Eldon, as I wanted to do. Though, to be sure Markâ€"But there l” continued Aunt Paget, “ when two people find other things to their mind, its perfectly easy to aecomodate their emotions to their circumstances. N othing’s wanting but the will. Lawrence can interest Valeria easily, has done so already by his letters and his pic- tures. Yes, she half in love with him now ; and he’d be avery singular per- son if he didn’t feel tenderly toward the one by whose means all his com- forts come. “Idon’t know about that,” said Uncle Martin. “It is not the way with menâ€"to love those to whom they are under obligations. “ And so you’ll adviseâ€"” began Aunt Paget sharply. The custis blossomingl Yea, a rose, Vast as the heavens, soft as a kiss,‘ Sweet as the presence of women is,|_ Rises and reaches and widens and grows Right out of the sea, as a blossoming tree ; Richer and richer, so higher and higher, Deeper and deeper it takes its hue; Brighter and brighter it reaches through The space of heaven and the place of stars, ’l‘ill all is as rich as a rose can be. And my rose leaves fall into billows of fire. Then beams reach upward as arms from a sea. ; Then lancer; and arrows are aimed at me. Then lances and spangles and spars and bars Are broken and shivercd and strown on the sen ; And around and about. me tower and spire Start from the billows like tongues of fire. Ships are moving! I hear 21 horn ; A silver trumpet it sounds to me, Deep-voiced and musicaljar a-sea. . . . Answers back, and again it calls. 'Tis the sentinel boats that watch the town All night as mounting hcr watery walls, And watching for pirate or smuggler. Down Over the sea, and reaching away, And against the cast, a soft light ffllll‘l' Silvery soft as the mist of morn, And I catch a breath like the breath of (lay. Night seems troubled and scarce asleep ; Her brows are gathered in broken rest ; Sullen old lion of dark Saint Mark, And a star in the east starts up from the deep. White as my lilies that grow in the west. Hist l men are passing hurriedly. I see the yellow wide wings of a bark Sail silently over my morning-star. I see men move in the moving dark, Tall and silent as columns are-â€" Great sinewy men that are good to see, With hair pushed back and with open breasts; Barefooted fishermen seeking their boats, Brown as walnuts and hairy as goatsâ€" Brave old water-dogs,wade to theveea, First to their labors and last to their rests. AN APPLE OF SODOM. SUNRISE IN VENICE. Silence and shadow After night reign, But the old life be ours Never again. Vines are the curtains Blossoms the floor; Voices of waters Sing evermOI‘E. Never the breezes Should lisp what we Hay, Never the waters Our secret. betray. There, when the sunset‘s Lances of gold Pierce, or the moonlight Is silvery cold, Rear in the forest I know u gludc ; I'nder the tree-tops A secret shade. Would that an angel Led thee to meâ€" So out of loneliness Love Should be. LON GING. RICHMOND HLLL, ONTARIO, GLNADA, FRIDAY, JULY 30, 1875. What a month it was that followed that day of the violetsâ€"~the month of roses and June. How unconscious was Emily in her happiness! How eager was Lawrence in his pursuit. How happily blind were the uncles and aunts of the household ! Was she walking, he must walk beside her; was she reading, he must hold the book ; was she dreaming, he must dream with her. It was all the same as on the month before, but wi th such a mighty difference. Then he had gazed upon the temple and admired it from the outside ; now he was in the sanctuary and exploring its most beautiful recesses, all his way lighted by as pure and holy a flame, it seemed to him, as ever burned in the torch of love. She laughed a little, readjusted it and looked up; a broad ray of sun- shine fell just athwart her face, light- all the apple-blossom fairness, made an aureole of the loose bright locks of hair, deepened the purple of the vio- lets, showed him him the large eyes bluer than the heavens, and illumined the smileâ€"the kindling radiant smile -â€"whieh While it seemed to hold the very secret of joy, yet nevertheless had always a trait of pathos in it that touched the heart. And looking at her in that long bright moment, it was all over with Lawrence. The light of that smile, the whiteness of the soul that looked through it, the purity of the heart behind it, eclipsed‘all else there was , farewell wealth, sumptuous luxury, Valeria Gueltan. Life would not be worth a rush to Lawrence unless he shared it with Emily. For not a syllable had he yet spok- en t0 Emily in confession of his re- gard , her innocent smile was un- touched by any solicitude, by any knowledge of what it was that con- stituted her bliss; they were togethâ€" er; he met her every glance, her every thought; she breathed in an atmosphere that was rapture while it was peace. It all came to her as nat- urally as life itself; it was as simple l and absolute content as that of the ‘ summer bird swinging in the nest, not i dreaming of the approaching autumn, and unless some angel of the annun- ciation called this new joy by name, she would hardly know what she had till she should have lost it. It came to her so naturally, indeed, that she thought as little as if she had entirely forgotten it, of the life before Lawrence returned from the East; it was as if they have always been singing together the same songs, driving together along the leafy lanes, facing each other in the boat slowly dropping down stream, wan- dering side by side along the moon- :lighted avenue of this old Castle ‘Rackrent in the shadow of his trees, roading together the great book, new to both of them, and fresh and de- lightful to them as to the first man and woman who ever turned its en- chanted pages. As for him he felt that she made the earth beautiful by living on it; as for her, Larwrence’s shadow shut out the sun itself. Nevertheless, that was in the fut ure; the future was far off and the present moment was all the while passing: and Emily was very lovely, and Lawrence was not the man to be balked of a pleasure for fear of ‘the consequences; perhaps he had =not vanity enough to think of any consequences as affecting her. So when he saw Emily sitting with her book down in the meadow, he was very apt to go striding down the hill- side to join her, and be greeted by the smile in the wide open eyes, half measuring, half confiding, that he had not yet learned to interpret; to wile her away with him on his fishing ramble down the brook side ; to NS“ ten unseen when she sang in sweet} lark-like notes her simple ballads; to 1 look over her shoulder when she read and see what it was that so absorbed her; to talk to her, as she sewed, of all his roaming life since early boy- hood, and the marvels of the East, till her needle hung suspended, and her breath came and went, with the flushes on her cheeks, over the inter- est of the story and the here. One day, as they were lingering on the lawn. some young ragamuffins came up with baskets of fresh violets on their arms; he bought them all, and as they sat there he took his fine Manilla line, and wove the fragrant purple thing into a thick crown, and threw it lightly on her bright soft hair. But such an affair could go on no great while before AuntPaget’s lynx eyes began to follow7 its manifesta- tions. She, with Uncle Martin and the rest of them, had been so fully persuaded of Lawrences complete comprehension of the necessities of the case that they had thought it needless to take trouble with any es- pionage, and would, in fact, have as soon mistrusted one of themselves. But all at once a suspicion started up in the sunshiny field before Aunt Paget’s vision. “It’s very well,” said she, “for Lawrence and Emily to pass the time pleasantly. But al- though Emily is still such a child, so “ I’m glad you’re so sensible; it’s no use to mince matters, and plain talk is the only thing to be under- stood," said Aunt Paget. ' “ 011,110, by no means. I was about to say that, still, with his extrava- gant habits and luxurious tastes, Law- rence must marrv money.” And Lawrence understood plain talk. And While these wary guardians were laying their wires the young victims were in the balcony, in the sunshine, leaning over the little par- apet and feeding the swans in the miniature lake below, admiring the splendid plumage of the peacock perched on the stone vase beneath old blasted white pine, laughing gay- ly, and reckless of everything but the happy present; especially reckless that it was Valeria Gueltan’s swans and peacock with which they amused themselvesâ€"h er gift, at least, to Aunt Paget. “ Come and sing to me, Emily,” said Lawrence that evening after din- ner, throwing himself lazily on the lounge, where the last bright ray fell on his head before the soft twilight gloom stole up; and Emily, sittting at her harp, sang to him the songs he loved the best, and others that he had not heard before. As the twi- light deepened around her, and Lawâ€" rence, lifted on one arm, gazed upon her, her fair hair loosened, and fall- ing around her face, her White hands gleaming across the strings, to him she seemed too ethereally lovely for earth, and the voice, too, had such a a delicate sweetness in it as that with which a spirit might singâ€"all the more when by-and-by it took an ex- quisite pathos, and she sang with drooping head, as if with a boding of melancholy: “ thcn possion’s trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last Or live Whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber, dark and deep, I should not weep, I should not weep.” “Why do you sing such heart- breaking things as that ‘3” he de- manded Lawrence, suddenly starting to his feet. “ Do you want to drive a man beside himself with possibilâ€" ities ?" he cried, rudely, and in a strange hoarse voice. For all at once remembering some words of his aunt Paget’s that day, these possibilities and that strait in which he was had struck him and overpowered him. .“ Do you want to madden a man with your sweet voice, and your face and the chances of despair?” And he stalked through the long easement and out upon the balcony. He was leaning over the parapet, breathing hard, when she followed him and lin- gered, leaning beside him. “I don’t know what you mean, Lawrence,” she said. He turned and looked at her. The moon had not yet risen above the wood, but its light already filled the upper heavens, while the distant fields and the garden beneath them, the flower-beds and the old half-chok ed fountain, were in shadow, and a reflection of that light lay upon her face, and lent her again that almost unearthly loveliness. “You don’t know What I mean ?” he saidâ€"-“ you don’t know that I love you 1 Yes, that I love you, that I see your love for me, that you are mineâ€"mine before Heavenâ€"and that all the fates stand between us ; that never in this life can I claim my own; that we are forbidden to each otherâ€"” “ I Will lose no time. I will tele- graph to Valeria this very morning,” said Aunt Paget. “We must take measures accordâ€" ingly,” said the other old conspira- tor. “And I’m not in the way of leav- ing,” said Aunt Paget, sweetly. “No,” she added, “If there’s one established axiom, it is that young folks think old folks fools, but old folks know young folks are. And if you leave fools to to themselves they will certainly hatch mischief.” ‘- Oh, Lawrence 1” she said, shrink- ing back and pulling down the branch of honeysuckle with its shadow about her. much of this strolling and philander- ing isn't to my mind. It’s just as necessary for Emily to make a good marriage as it is for Lawrenceâ€"” “ As she hasn’t a piece of silver to cross her palm with, unless you leave it to her,” said Uncle Martin. “By the Lord, I will,” he cried. And in another moment he had tak- en the step between them, and had clasped her in his arms, clasped her to his heart and sealed her lips, her sweet, warm, loving lips, with tender kisses. “ What do 1 care for all their forbidding!” he cried. “ I’ve a strong right hand that can earn our bread. Luxuriesâ€"let them go. We shall have the luxury of love.” And just then a gay voice was heard Within, and an imperious step, and Lawrence released Emily only in time to turn and meet Valeria Guel- tan, as, obedient to Aunt Paget’s tel- egram, she appeared upon the scene and lifted the curtain behind them. “ What, mooning on the balcony with little Emily ‘f” she cried; and she came out into the first broad dash of moonlight that fell acoss the crest of the wood, and lighted up her dark cheek with its carnation flush, the blaze of her black eyes and all her sumptuous curve and color. “ I should have known you in a million,” she exclaimed, “ And I suppose you are my cor- responden‘u‘of'tcn years,” he answored. Introduce us in due form, Emily,” she said. “ It is ten years since we spent long weeks together.” TO BE CONTINUED fléwzfig and fell with the sensation that I had been struck on the top of the head with a hammer. I did not at first feel the rope about my neck. The only very clear impression which followed the blow with the hammer on my skull was that of great heavi- ness of the head. It seemed to me that my head was larger and heavier than the great bell of Notre Dame. At the same time I felt an immense night falling in and around me. I felt extremely cold at my lower ex- tremities, and at the same time an acute terrible pain in my neck, pro- duced by the rope, which cut my my skin and sawed my veins. Then I felt nothing. Evidently this was the moment when my good aunt Ce- cil entered my bedroom and out me down.” ' “ A Mr. Beane, a school teacher in Tennessee, attempted to punish a boy named Hutchinson, Who resisted and and left school. A day or two after, young Hutchinson, accompanied by his brother and a man named Smith, visited Beane’s house for the avowed purpose of chastising him. Beane saw them coming, and anticipating their errand, armed himself, as also did Mr. Moore, who happened to be at the house. On their arrival, Hutchinson said they inâ€" tended giving Beane a thrashing. Moore remonstrated, when Smith drew a pistol, and shot him dead. This was Here is a fair specimen of the war principle. The parties, having got mad at; each other, resolved, Without any form of law, or any security for a right decision, to avenge their alleged wrong. They pretended to no rule of right except their own Will roused into rage ; and without law, or judge, or jury, they took what they called justice into their own hands. The result, as in most wars, was suicidal to both par- ties. Is it not a burning shame, that the so-called Christian civilization of this nineteenth century has no better system of international justice than such indiscriminate, tiger-like butchery’l a "signal for all to produce pistols, Beane shot and instantly killed Cyrus Hutchinson, brother of the school-boy. He had scarcely fired when Smith, who had instantly killed Moore, fired anâ€" other barrel of his repeater at Beane ,' the ball struck, but failed immediately to disable him. Beane then turned on Smith, and lodged three balls in his body, inflicting wounds which resulted mortally in a few minutes. In twenty minutes four out of the five engaged in the afi'ray, lay dead within a few feet of each other.” chair, the mirror on the mantelpiece involuntarily attracted me, and I looked at myself as I fastened the slipâ€"knot around my neck. Blood flowed to my head, for my face was very red ,; something took .place at the same time in my optic nerves, for it seemed to me that my face sud- denly began to make grimaees. My eyes and nose changed places inces< santly, like the pieces of a kaleido- saintly, like the piech 0? a kaleido- scopqn I the chair from} me A Paris newspaper gives this ex- tract from the notes of a. young fel- low who attempted to commit suicide and was cut down before suffocation was complete. He was delighted to return to life, and it is noted that would-be suicides who are rescued from their self-sought fate rarely re- new their attempts to shuffle off the mortal coil: “When ,I stood on the The following story will serve to il- lustrate at once the character of Mr. Black, who died in 1855, and the posi- tion of the London Chronicle in its palmy days :â€"Mr. Black was a great favorite with Lord Melbourne when the latter was Prime Minister. His lord- ship esteemed him, not only for his great learning, his wonderful memory, his apt illustration of every topic of discourse by an apparently inexhaust- ible fund of anecdote derived from the most recondite sources, but for his sim- plicity and bonhomie. John Black was a. modern Diogenes in everything but his ill-nature. On one occasion Lord Melbourne said to him :â€"â€"-“ Mr. Black, you are the only person who comes to ‘ see me who forgets who Iam.” The editor opened his eyes with astonish- ment. “ You entirely forget that I am Prime Minister.” Mr. Black was about to apologize, but the Premier continued :â€"â€"“ Everybody else takes especial care to remember it, but I wish they would forget it. They only re- member it to ask me for place and fa- .vors. Now, Mr. Black,” added his lordship, “ you never have asked me for anything, and I wish you would, for, seriously, I should be most happy- to do anything to serve you.” “ I am ‘ truly obliged,” said Mr. Black, “ but I ‘don't want anything. I am. editor of ‘the JIIorning Chronicle. I like my business, and I live happily on my in- lcome.” “Then, by Heavens 2” ex- jclaimed the peer, “I envy you, and ‘ you’re the only man I ever did.” â€"~Customerâ€"â€"I want a mourning suit. Shopmanâ€"What is the be- eavement, mayIask? Customerâ€" My mother-inâ€"law. Shopmanâ€"Mr Brown, show the gentlemen to the light affliction department. The War Principle Illustrated. How It Feels to be Hanged. A Contented Editor. “ Sit down there, Milton. Do you want to disgrace us all “I Don’t you see the folks alookin’ at ye? If you don’t quit cuttin’ up I’ll have to dust yer jacket l” The boy edged around, dug at the plastering, and finally crawled away again and kicked his brother for chuckâ€" Iin‘g over his situation. “ Helen,” said the old man as he but- toned his coat, “ Solomon was right, and it is my duty to dust that boy’s jacket ! We are in a land of strangers, and strangers will judge us by the way our children act. We ain’t on a farm now, Helen ; we’re right where folks can see us. Come here, sir ?” “I guess I want to see things,” growled the boy. “Oh! if I was only thirty years younger l” exclaimed grandpa, as the lad tried to bite his hand. He hung to the boy, sat him down, and the mother said : “ I guess Milton doesn’t feel well.” “ I guess he Wants a regular old Ver- mont thrashingâ€"that’s what I guess!” retorted grandpa. “ You kn0W_I don’t believe in maulin' youngsters, but if he don’t behave hisself he’ll catch it.” “ There goes that young man again I” exclaimed the old man, jumping up. “ Come here, sir.” “I shaft 1” bluntly replied the boy. “ Now then, Helen, tell me that that boy len’t achingAfor a ithrashing, will The boy sulked away until the old man left; his seat to get a drink of wa- ter, and then Milton slipped out doors. Grandpa hobbled out into the freight house, caught him by the hair, and as he led him back he remarked: " I know what ails ye. Ye are achâ€" ing for a good training. Everybody out West here is alookin’ at ye, and yer father’s family is to be disgraced through yer conduct ‘l” yofi 1” continuéd grandpa, turn'ihg to the mother. The old man hobbled across the room, took the boy by the ear, drew him to a seat and said : “Oh, well, I guess he’ll be good,” she replied: The boy refused to move, and grandâ€" pa. cornered him, secured a firm hold on his collar and pulled him to a seat. He came along from the East with his son and his son’s wife and three children, and they were waiting at the Michigan Southern depot for a. train. One of the children, a boy of thirteen, seemed chucked full of ugliness. His father was up town and his mother’s word had no effect upon him. He would pound on the windows, run out doors, make faces at people and use impudent language when spoken to. Grandpa, a man of eighty or thereabouts, with snowy hair and a cracked voice, watched the boy’s antics for some time, and finally said : “ See here, Helen, do you see how that boy is acting up 1” “Yes, but; I can’t do anything with him,” she replied. “ Now then,” he continued as he sat down, “ lay over my knee, and if ye bite or kick it’ll be the worse for ye, and the louder ye holler the harder I’ll strike 1” He bent Milton over his left knee, threw his right leg over to hold the boy’s feet down, and then and there proceeded to administer an old fash- ioned spankingâ€"one that made every woman’s mouth water. The boy howled until a. score of passengers gathered, but grandpa went right along With his Work as it entirely alone. When his elbow ached he let up, twisted the boy into a seat and remarked: “Thar, I’ll bet a thousand dollars you feel better!" And it struck all the other passenâ€" gers just that wayâ€"Detroit Free Press. In one of our large hotels a young man has a very large salary as room clerk. He has the faculty of stowing people away in all sorts of unmention- able places in his hotel, and making the guests feel happy about it. His polite- ness and good humor never run empty. Stout, of the Shoe and Leather Bank, is celebrated for his financial success and for his inexhaustible good nature. He is never so busy but he has a kind word for the humblest. When they are rushing things at the bank, Mr. Stout always finds time to say, “ Take a seat, I’ll be at leisure in a moment.” A man came into the bank the other day and opened an account. “ I came here,” said he, “ not simply because I knew my money would be safe with you, but because you are always civil. I have been a depositor in ’3 bank for many years. I knew him when he had no society to boast of, and hardly money enough to pay for a dinner at a cheap restaurant, I laid my hat on the desk, which I suppose I had no busi- ness to do. He waved his hand with an imperious air, and said, ‘ Take this hat, ofl‘.’ I removed my hat, when he said, ‘ N ow I will hear What you have to say.’ ‘ I’ve nothing to say to you,’ 1 replied. I went to the book-keeper, ordered my account to be made up, took the bank’s check for $42,000, and this I wish to deposit.” Sauciness does not bear a high commercial value among the financial men of the city. THE YORK HERALD Termszâ€"One Dollar per Annum in Advance Commercial Value of Courtesy. [New York Correspondence of Boston Jonrnal.] >UBLISHED AT THE OFFICE Issued Weekly on Friday Morning. YONGE Sax, RICHMOND HxLL. ALEX. Soon, Pnormmonj " Grandpa.” WHOLE NO. 895