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“ You’ll do nothing of the sort,’ Queenie anrwered, warmly. “ A dressmaker or clerk I What nonsense I You are too indolent to be either ; far, as a clerk. you would want to sit down most of the time, and dressmaking would give you a. pain in your side. while you couldn’t stand. So you are going to be a far- merâ€"my head man at Magnolia Park. which wants some one to bring it up. With money, and time, and care it can be made one of the finest places in Florida Mr. Johnson, who lives on the adjoining plantation, told me so and there are pleniy of negroes to be hired; “ The only time I ever tried in earnest to do anythingI came near losing my l1fe," he said, “ and so now I'll let you decide for me. shall I turn lawyer. or preacher, or dress- maker? I have really more talent for the latter than for anything else. I might, with a little practice, be a second Worth ; or I should make a pretty good salesman of iaces and silks in some dry-goods store. So. which shall it beâ€"preacher, dressmaker. or clerk ? I am bound to cam my own living in some way. ” And so one day early in September Mar- gery came to Brierstone. and took possession of the large pleasant chamber opposite Queenie’s, into whose happiness and plans she entered heart and soul, and was not at all in the way of the newly married coupl», whose love passages she never seemed to see. And ten davs after her arrival Mr. Beresford came to escort Margery home, and then Queenie shut her eyes. and was as oblivious to what was passing as Margery had been. It was a settled thing now, the marriage be- tween Mr. Beresford and Margery, and the {our talked the matter ever together and settled some things to which, E without Mr. Beresford and Phil. Queenie would never have consented. It was Margery’s wish that Queenie should share equally with her in their father's estate. And as this was also the wish of Mr. Beresford. while Phil himself said he saw no objection to it, and that it was probably what Mr. Hetherton would wish could he speak to them, Queenie consented. and found herself an heiress again, with money enough to support herself and Phil. even i! he had no businessâ€"no occupation. They talked that over, too, and Phil asked Queenie what she wished him to do. “There is such a pleasant chamber right across the hall from mine which you can have,” she wrote, “and I want you here so much to see how happy we are, and how good I am getting to be." That settled it. and‘Phil wrote his mother not to expect him for a few weeks. as the mountain air was doing him a. great deal of good. and he was growing stronger every day. The same mail which took this letter to Mrs. Roasiter carried one from Queenie. who wrote in ruptures of her happiness as Phil‘s wife, and begged Margery to come to Brierstone and see for herself. “Of course I couldn't. It wouldn’t be con- ventional or proper,” and Queenie looked slyly up at him. “I should not mind your father, for he would not notice, or your mother either. so very much. She has been through it. She knows what it is to be just married. though I doubt if she ever loved Jher husband as I do you. Iknow she didn’t, in fact ; but then she loved him some, and would make an allowance, but Ethel and Grace! oh, my, what spooneys they would think usâ€"they are so nice and proper. and a. hit prudish tooâ€"for you see they never either of them had 8. been in their lives. and don't know what love is. I should shock them every minute. No. Phil, don’t go home just yet. I shall not be half as good there as I am here. Only think, I haven’t had a single tantrum yet and we have been married two whole weeks.” “ Only think. I haven‘t had a single ten- trum yet. and we have been married two whole Weeks.” she said to Phll on the day he received his mother’s letter. to which she did not take kindly. “ Don’t let’s go," she said, nestling close to him, and laying her head on his arm. " We are having such a nice time here with you all to myself. where I can act just as silly as I please. and kiss you a bun drsd times a. minute if I like.” “ Queenie and I were married two days ago, and are spending our honeymoon at Brier- stone. Margery will explain. Pam.” Margery's little phaeton, which she had bought for her own use, was standing before the Knoll. where she was calling, while Grandma. Ferguson was spending the after- noon with her step-daughter, when the tele- gram was received, and thus the parties most interested had the news at the same time. And they were not greatly surprised, except at the place from which the telegram was sent. How came Phil there in Tennessee. when they supposed him to be 11] Florida? It was Margery who explained to them. then, what she had purposely withheld for the sake of sparing them the anxiety they would have felt had they known that not only was Queenie in the midst of the yellow fever at Memphis, but that Phil was going there, too. Queenie had written her immediately after Christine’s death, and had told her of Phil’s illness, but added that he was past all danger. and there was no cause for alarm. Margery had wept in silence over the sad end of one who had been uniformly kind to her, and whom she had loved as a mother, even after she knew the true story of her parentage. But, like Phil, she felt that it was better so, that by dying as she did Christine had atoned for the past even to Queenie, who must necessarily be happier with her dead than she could have been with her living. That Phil should 'haVe taken the fever so soon filled Margery with dismay lest he might have a relapse, or Queenie be smitten down and her errand to the Knoll that afternoon was to tell her cousins, Ethel and Grace, the truth, and with them devise some means of getting the two away from the plaguesmitten town. She had told them all of Christine’s death, but did not say how she received her information, and. with her characteristic bluntness, grandma said : Mrs. Bossiter and her daughters undoubted- ly shared grandma’s opinion, but they did not express themselves in just that way, and they were talking of Queenie and wondering why they did not hear from Phil, who must have been some days at Magnolia Park, when his telegram was brought in, and they heard for the first time that Queenie. too, had been a nurse in Memphis, and of her lalling in with Phil through Christine, but for whom he would have died. For a few moments they almost felt as if he were dead or, at least, in great danger still, and Mrs. Rossiter’s face was very white as she listened to Queenie’s letter,which Margery read, and in which were so many assurances of his safety that her fears grad- ually subsided and she could at last speak calmly of his marriage. of which she was very glad. It was sure to take place some time, she knew, and as Queenie ought to be with him during his convalescence, they could not have managed better than they did. But she was not willing to have them remain away from her any longer; they must come home at once, and she wrote to that effect to Phil that very night, welcoming Queenie as a daughter whom she already loved. and insisting upon their immediate return to Merrivale. This letter Phil received in the heydey of his first married days. when he was perfectly happy with Queenie, who was as sweet, and lovely, and gentle as a new bride well could be. " And couldn‘t you mapetite ? ” Phil asked eat: her shining hair. As soon as they were located in their new quarters at. the farm-house, which they had chosen in preference to the hotel, Phil sent the following telegram to his mother: By 1"". Mary J. Holmes, author of ”Tempest and Sunshine." “ Ebhelyn‘s Mistake," ” Forrest House.” etc. “ I won‘t deny but I’ve felt pesky hard to- ward her, and could nigh about have killed her, but I do b‘lieve she’d met with a change and got to be a good woman, and most likaly has gone to heaven. and on Rennet’s account I ain’t son-y an atom.” QUEENIE HETHERTON. CHAPTER LIII‘ CONCLU SIOX- do that in Merrivale, as he stooped to car- Anna is very stylish, and grand, anti foreign, and is high up in art. and castles, and ruins and would look with ineffahle scorn on any one with the bad taste to prefer for their sleeping room a. “ Wide Awake and Fast Asleep” to the ” Lest Communion of St. Jerome.” or one of Rembrandt’g heads. She breakfasts in bed and lunches at two, is dressed by four. and drives from five to six in Mrs. Lord Seymour Rossiter has been in Europe more than eighteen months. and has seen everything worth seeing, and has gotten as far on her Journey home as London. where she is stopping at the Grand Hotel and has a suite of rooms, and a French maid, and a German nurse for the little Paul born a year ago in Florence, and who is never to speak a. word of English until he has mas. tered both German and French. Major Ros- siteris there. too‘ and plays whiskand smokes, and reads the papers, and goes to his ban- ker's. and talks to his valet whom he employs, he scarcely knows why, except that Anna wishes him to do so‘ ‘ And there among the dead. many of when; she soothed in their last hour. she sleeps until the resurrection morning, when He who bade the guilty woman “ Go and sin no more." may sav to her as of Mary of old, “ Sh? hath done what she could." All this was good for Phil, whose constitu tion had received a. great shock from his long illness in Africa, and who thus gained strength and vigor for the new life before him that of improving and bringing up Magnolia Park, which had so long run to waste. And this to a greet extent he has done, proving himself a moat efficient farmer. and manager of the negroes. who call him mss’r, and wor- ship him and his beautiful wife as kind of divinities. Lest winter was spent at Hether- ton Place, where a. second Queenie Hetherton lay in its cradle and opened its big blue eyes wgnderingly at the little lady who bent over it so rapturously, and called herself its “ auntie.” Queenie has no children. but she seems so much a rhild her- self, and looks so small beside her tell hus- band who at any time can pick her up and set her on his shoulder. or, as he says. “ put her in his pocket.” Bright, mirthful and vs.- riahle es the April sunshine. she goes on her way, happy in the love which has crowned her so completely. and not a. shadow crosses her pathway, except when she remembers the past, which st one time held so much bitter- ness for her. Then for a moment her eyes growderker and with a sigh she says, ” The worst part of all was the losing faith :in father." There is a tall monument to his memory in Merrivale, and a. smaller. less pi'etentious one marks the grave of Christine in Mam phis, erected, it says upon it “ erected by her daughters. ” This was Margery’ s idea. “ for,” she said to Quee ' “:she was to all intents and purposes moth-erâ€"the only one I ever knew.” »’ It was late in November when Phil and Queenie started at last for their Florida home where, during the holidays, they were joined by Margery. and where a little later Mr. Ber- esford came to claim the hand of his bride. for Margery was to be married at Magnolia Park. and the ceremony took place quietly one January evening. when the air was as soft and mild as the air of June at the North. and the young moon looked down at the newlv wedded pair. There was a short visit to St. James, where Margery and Queenie reigned triumphant as belles for a few weeks. and then won fresh leurels at St. Augustine and Palatka. By this time Mr. Beresford’s business necessitated his return to the North but as Phil had no business except to oversee the negroes, and as these did not need ever seeing then, he and Queenie tamed longer and together explored the Ocklawaha and the upper St. John’s, and fired at alligators, and camped out for t m or three days on the Indian River, and hunted and fished, and were almost as happy as were the first pair in Eden before the serpent entered there. only they must. have a head, an overseer, to direct them.” And the good old lady's afl'ection was fully med, torture of all her husband’s relatives whom she once thought her own, Queenie seemed to love Grandma Ferguson the boat. and during the few weeks she remained in Merrivale she spent a great deal of her time at the house under the poplars. and if in grandma's heart there had been the least re- membrance of the weywerdnese and pettish- neas which bed once charactenzed Queenie‘s manner toward her it was all wiped out by the love and respect paid to her now. and Rennet was her idol. of whom she talked and thought continually. “ So I am to have no higher occupation than that of a negro ovetseer ! Truly the mighty have fallen I” "1111 said. laughingly. but well pleased on the whoic with the pros- pect before him. “ She is' really my granddarter now,” she said, “and I b?lieve I love the little critter better now than the whole of ’em.” He liked nothing better than superintend- ing -. utdoor work. and with Queenie believed that in a little time he could make Magnolia Park a second Chateau (1:3 Fluers, if indeed he did not convert it into something like the famous Kew Gardens in England. It was to be their home proper, where all their winters were to be passed; but the sum- mers were to be spent at the North, some- times at Hetherton Place, sometimes at the Knoll, pr wherever their fancy might lead them. Mrs. Lord Seymour Rossiter was. of course, there, and outshone everyone in the length of her train and the low cut of her dress, which was a, marvel of satin, and tulle, and lace, and cost. it was said. over two hundred dol- lars, but that sum was a trifle to Anna now and she bore herself like a. duchess. and pat. ronized everybody, and roused her grand- mother hy telling her that her dress was quite too short in front, and that she showed the tops of her boots every time she sat down But grandma was too gorgeous in her new black silk and pink ribbons, with a gold chain around her neck of wonderful size and length, her good-humored lace shone with delight and pride as she constantly followed Queenie With her eyes. Thus they settled their future, with Mr. Beresford and Margery to approve; and when the former went back to Merrivele the latter part of September, Phil and Queenie went with them, and were received with great re- joicings by the Roesiters and by the people generally, for Phil and Queenie had both been very popular,and the whole town turned out to do them honor ; while even Mrs. Lord Seymour Rossiter, who was boarding for a. few weeks at the hotel, drove down to the stnti n to meet them in her elegant new carriage, which, with its thoroughbreds and its brass-buttoned driver, was making such 9. sensation in Merrivale. Before returning to Florida. there was a grand reception given at the Knoll for Phil and Queenie. the latter of whom. having laid aside her mourning, was resplendent in cream- colored satin. with diamonds in her ears and diamonds on her neck and in her jet black hair, the bridal gift of Margery, who at Queenie’s earnest request wore the beautiful pearls which had belonged to her mother, and which Queenie had once thought her own. It was Queenie who took them from the box where she had kept them so carefully, and. laying them on Mnrgery’e lap, said, with a little sol); "I know now why father did not like to have me talk of them, and would never let me wear them, but it does not apply to you. I'hey are yours by right and I wish you to wear them for my sake. Pearls are just suited to your style.” So the pearls were 5+th to New York and reset in more modern fashion. and Margery wore them with a. palerblue satin, in which she almost eclipsed the bride herself. The Pearl and the Diamond Mr. Beresford had well designated the sisters in the picmre be gun so long ago, and sadly neglected of late because the original of the Pearl absorbed so much of his time. Anna. was very happy in her prospemy, and very gracious to Queenie. who could af- ford to forget the slights put upon her at the St. James when she was lonely and sad, and was ready to accept all the good the gods pro- vided for her. SAN mecmco, 03.1., Jan. 16.â€"Tucson and Deming diapetches report that 1.118 stage was attacked by Indians on Friday fourteen miles from Fort Cumming. The bodies of the driver, and three men and one woman passenger were found mutilated and burnt. The troop}! are in pursuit of the Indians, who are supposed to number forty. CLIFTON, Jan. 12.â€"- On the strength of a telegram received from Thorold this morning, officer T. K. Wynn, of the Ontario Police Force, cleverly captured a man named Harvey Seoord, alias W. S. Raymond. at one of'the :hotele here, on a. charge of forgery. It epv lpears that he has been operating throngimnt the country and is an expert at the hdstness, only getting out of prison in October last. where he served a term for a. similar offence. Two notes on S. W. Hill and one on Beth Page, both of Thorold township. for 6380; one on A. McKeazue, of ‘Wellandport, {or 862, and one on E. C. Taylor, Fonthill, for $72, are the cause of his arrest. He has also disposed of other notes to the amount of $152 to R C. Murgatroyd, of Smithville, us a re- ceipt in his possession shows. John Wilson. of Thorold, identified him this afternoon as the man who sold him three notes yesterday for 8214. all of which are forgeries. He was remanded till Friday, when other forgeries are expected to come to light. “Gentlemen, nothing tickles me all over so much as to see a man fall down. Ten years ago I was salesman in a wholesale house, with a fine chance for promotion. One day a man just ahead of me fell down and I laughed. It was our old man, and he dis- charged me on the spot.l Five years later I was engaged to a richg 1. As I came out of the Postoflice one dayg a rman sprawled out. on the walk and I laughed till I was sore. It was my Angelina’ s old men and he broke up the match. Again I laughed myself out of a position in a bank, and but for the same failure I should to- day have a place in the Custom House. I have ,leamed wisdom. Now when I see a man fall I ask his name and find out if he has any influence to put me out of my clerkship. If he has 1 look solemn and pass on. If he hasn’t I la-laughâ€"ha l ha 2 ha 3 Jones is it ! Jones cant do me any harm, and ha ! ha! ha 1 ha 1 I wouldn‘t have missed this for a month's salâ€"ha I ha 1 ha ! ”â€"M. Quad. At mid forenoon yesterday,a man who was crossing Woodward avenue at Congress street suddenly began to paw the air wiih his hands and perform divers strange antics with his feet, and after taking plenty of time about it he came down in a heap. More than filtypeo- pie saw the performance, and there was agen- ernl laugh. It had not yet ceased when a man with a. funeral countenance pushed his way into the crowd and asked : “Who is heâ€"what’s his name 5‘" “It’s Jones," answered a. voice. “What Jones 1’” “Thomas Jones." “Sure 2‘” “Yes, I‘ve known him for over twenty years." ”Then I‘lllaugh," said the solemn faced man, and he leanedng ainst the wall and chuckled and laughed until he could hardly get his breath. One of the crowd remarked on his bingular conduct, and the laug her wiped the tears from his eyes_ and replied: Hyde Park, where her haughty face, and showy dress, and elegant tum-out attract al- most as much attention as; does the Princess heme“. Yesterday anemoon I paid my penny for a. chair, and sitting down watched the gay pageant as i: went by, and saw her in 11;. the gayest of them all, with her red parasol and her White poodle dog in her lap. And when I thought of her past. and of the two girls, Queenie and Margery. whose lives had been so full of romance, I said to myself: “ Truly there are events passing around us stranger far then any recorded in fiction.” “ When I awoke it was day y. It was a shriek in my ears which broke my slumbers, and as I started up my poor wile called: ‘Oh. ' Richard ' Richard ' our Jamie' 13 dead in his bed !’ It was so. He was dead and cold There were tears on his pale faceâ€"the tears he had shed when he had called ; ‘Good night. my pa 1' and I had refused to answer! I was dumb. Then remorse came and I was fran- tic. I did not know when they buried him, for I was under restraint as a lunatic. For five long years life was a dark midnight to me. When reason returned and I went forth into the world my wife slept beside J amie. my home was gone, my friends had forgotten me and I had no mission in life but to suffer re- morse. I cannot forget. It was almost a life time ago, but through the mist of years, across the valley of the past. from the little grave thousands of miles away. I hear the plaintive call as I heard it that night: ‘Good night, my ps!’ Send me to prison, to the poor-house, anywhere that I may halt long enough to die! I am an old wreck, and I care not how soon death drags me down." He was tendered food, but he could not eat. He rocked his body to and fro and wept and subbed, and by and by. when sleep came to him. they heard him whisper: “ Good night, my boy: good night, my Jamie !"â€"Dctroit Free Prens. And so. amid the clung of England’s metropolis, with the summer rain falling soft- ly upon the flowers and shrubs beneath my window, and the sun trying m break through the clouds which hang so darkly over the great city, I finish the story of Queenie. London, July 28th. 1880. [THE 121113.] At a late hour the other night a poor old man. weak with hunger, and stiff with cold, entered the Central Station to ask for lodg- ings. While he sat by the stove to get warm they heard him groan like one is distress, and the captain asked ; “ Are you sick, or have you been hurt f‘" “ It is here,” answered the old man ashe touched his breast. " It all came back to me an hour ago as I passed a window and saw a. bit of a boy in his night gown. I would to God that I were dead I” " Forty years ago I had plenty. A wife sang in my home, and a young boy rode on my knee and filled the house with his shouts and laughter. I sought to be a good man and a kind father. and people called me such. One night I came home vexed. I found my boy ailing and that vexed me still more. I don’t know what ailed me to act so that night, but it seemed as if everything went wrong. The child had a bed beside us, and every night since he had been able to speak, he had called to me before closing his eyes in sleep. ' good night, my pa. !, Oh, sir. and I hear these words sounding in my ears every day and every hour. and they wring my old heart until I am faint." FGr a moment he sobbed like a child, then he found voice to continue: " God forgive me. but I was cross to the boy that night. When he called to me good night. I would not reply. ‘ Good night. my pa. ‘2’ he kept oalluyg, and fiend that I was, I would make no answer. He must have thought we asleep, for he finally cuddled down with a sob in his throat. I wanted to get up and kiss him, but I kept waiting, and waiting, and finnllv I fell asleep. “ Well ?” queriéd the captain, as the silence grew long. “ What is it ?" asked the captain as he sat down beside the 1mm. “ It is the heart-acheâ€"it is remorse,” the old man answered. " I have had them gnaw- ing away at my life for years. I have wanted to dieâ€"I have prayed for deathâ€"but life still clings to this poor old frame. I am old and iriendless and worn out. and were some wheel to crush me It would be an act of megcy.” He- wiped his eyes on his ragged sleeve, made agrcat effort to control his feelings, and went on : ATTACKED BY INDIANS. A FORGER CAPTURED. HE WAITED TO LAUGH. J AMIE’S GOOD-NIGHT. Coward ? Count the scars on his bodyâ€"â€" look up his record 1 No. not a. coward, and yet his pale face oomesjto you from the dark nesa almost like a candle’a light. If it was fear, he would crouch down. If it was coward- ie'e. he wouId hide or desert his post. No, it “Beware ! beware 1 That man with tan- gled hair, fierce eyes and savage face is still advancing! Be on your guardâ€"watch- listen I” If the creek did not. say so, and if the picket; did not understand whydid he give that sudden start and change his posilion. Why does. he kneel to get a. clearer look around him? Why does he keep his eyes fastened uan that stump until the intensity of his gaze brings out every knot and splin- ter ? If fifty men were asleep in that space and one other were awake he would feel the loneliness and danger: ‘By daylight a school- girl might weave a. romance from the bubble of H16 waters. Hark! Is there any romance in this : - " Lack out ! Look out ! There is a fierce- fmed guerrilla crawling through the bushe'fi toward you ! He has a. knife in his teeth, and he is coming to assassinate you l” That man has been in a dozen battles, and has been wounded three times. Don’t call him a. coward, and yet he trembles nnd turns palebefore he has been fifteen minutes alone. The skirmish line with its deliberate murder is not as bad a. place as this. If that man is dead when the relief comes again it will be worse than murder. 0311 till“ babbling creek company ‘2 Hark ! heir what it is saying to him, every word a: plainly spoken as if their language was the nine ; ' The lone picket takes his station under a tree. In the dark shadow you can hardly make him out. rAs, he finds himself alone his eyes are constantly searching the darkness 111 front. and his ears catch eveiy sound. They tell of men found Asleep on picket. It must be a strange man who could close his eyes in sleep with the night wind whispering in ‘his ears : “ Beware l beware-l In the bushes to the lefz 1s a foe. "’ and the waters of the creek plainly saying: “ Keep watch to the right : right l right 1 gight l” Follow the relief and you will notice how cautiously the men tread; The dark‘ line winds around through the trees. flits across open spaces, and halts 4here and therefor a. moment to relieve the old picket. Musket- ahot away are the pickets of the enemy, and a loud word may bring a volley of bullets. The line might pass you twenty leet away, and you would_hard1y ostgh aAaound. Sit you here on this bank where you can look down upon thu picketâ€"aye, almost touch him. A little creek runs between you. There is an open space of thirty feet, and all around it are trees, stumps, logs and brush. It would be a lonely place in which to pass two long hours even in times of peace. There is a. warning in the midnight breeze as it rustles the branches and the waters of the creek have more than once been colored with blood. The relief is goingeut' from the reserve picket. Between the reserve and the camp. where 10,000 men are alumbering, is hall a mile of woods, fields and broken ground. Between the reserve and the enemy is a. thin line of pickets-a man stationed here and there to give advance warning of any move- ment. ~ A -MEETING OF. CAPTAINS AND VESSEH~ OWNERS. The imposture was soon detected and ex- posed, and Hindley publicly oonfessej to the fabricated interpolatianamhioh did not lessen the sale of his book. ‘ Ponr Horn, Jan. 12. â€"-A meeting of cap- tains and vessel owners interested in lake navigation was held in the Town Hall to day. Mr. R. 0. Smith, jun..iwas called to the chair, and Mr. W. Preston, of the News, was ap- pointed Secretary. In opening the meeting the chairman briefly expressed his object in addressing a circular to vessel owners and captains requesting their attendance on that occasion. Having read a large number of letters from prominent vessel owners in To- ronto, Han 1lton St. Catharines, Kingston etc. ., expressing their approval with a movement to unite their interest, but regretting their inabil- ity to be present. He proceeded to state that he desired to see some scheme devised which would protect the interests at vessel owners. There should be co-operation to such an ex- tent that they would not be compelled to run their vessels ata lo'ss'; Some of those who had 1 written to him on the subject had stated that their object should be to advance freight ;charges to protect themselves against the ‘sailors union and deck hands to prevent the tying up vessels' in American ports by sailors ldeserting their post or for a trifling sum of wages, to impress? upon the Port Hope authorities the necessity of protecting life and property, and to work generally to advance their own interests. After explaining his own views to the meeting. Capt. Ronny, of Cobourg. next spoke in favor of protecting vessel owners in their rights against unions, etc. Captain lWright of Port Hope, also spoke' in the same lstrain. Capt. Henning suggested that a loommittee be formed to report on the whole qur stion at an early day. After speeches by 1 Uspts. Manson, Wright. Clarke and B. Allan, a committee was- appointed consisting of Messrs. R. C. Smith, jr.. Capt. G. Wright, Capt. Banning and J. Lydon. to take the whole subject into consideration and report at an early date. The vessel owners of Oshawa, Darlington, Colborne. Brighton and Cobourg were represented atk‘the convention. The usual votes of thanks Were passed and the meeting adjourned. In the British Museum can be seen Moth- er Shipton's original book, published 1641, but an earlier manuscript of the some bore the date 1448. They contain nothing important. mere old women's chatter, a jumble of vague forecasts of‘local interests. which, like tons of such trash would deservedly have remain- ed in oblivion but for the. enterprise of one Charles Hindloy, of Brighton, England, who in 1862 published what purported to he an exact reprint of the book. Interspersed with the senseless, ”as unfilled predictions, he had inner-ted ten or twelve lines. An ex- ample: Carriages without horses shall go, And iron shall swim on the water. Through mountains men shall ride England shall at last admit a. Jew, at --a. poor mystic eflort to fort 11 the past history of engineering,nnd politics in Eng- land. The superstitious and lovers of the marvel- ous, ignorant oi Hindley ’s fraud introduced to make his book sell seized upon these proofs of Mother Shipton a gift of prophecy. The pre- diction of the end of the world in 1881p he stole from Piazzi'Smith’s and Philo Israel’s interpretation of the hieroglyphics in the great gallery of the Pyramid, An evening paper recently published an in- teresting and well written article on comets and the several theories as to the creation and destruction of stars, but the major part gave the history, so far as known, of the fam- ous Newton comet which, after an absence of thirty seven years, is now astonishing and alarming the antipodes, and in a short time will be seen in our firmament, rushing on its course toward the sun at the velocity of 200 miles a second. In his long essay on this fiery eccentric monster, Newton says it is within the range of possibilties that in strik- ing the sun terrible disorder and havoc may be caused' In our planetary system, and the author of said article cites old Mother Ship ton: . The world to an and shall come In eighteen hundred and eightyone. Albeit a household word in Great Britain, the name of Mother Shipton and her pro- phecies are not fumilia'ir to Americans gener- ally. and so plane is human nature to super- stition and the marvelous there are many who will continue to believe she was a soar and prophetess, even though the {not has been overwhelmingly proved that she was not the author of any of the predictions accredited to her which have been fulfilled. MOTHER SHIPTON’S PROPHECY ON PICKET. â€"â€"Wella, Fargo (9: Co.’ 3 annual report of the precious metals produced west of the Missou- ri River, including British Columbia and the receipts of the Francisco by express from the west coast of Mexico, aggregates : Gold, 333,522,182 ; ' silver, $40,005,365 ; lead, 85,- 752,300 ; popper, $898,000. In comparison with that of last your, California shows an increase in gold of 8579, 579, and a. decrease in siluer 01,360,873. Nevada shows a: total falling ofl of 39, 966, 093 In Josh Billings’ “ Cook Book and Pick. torial Receipts." just published by Csrleton, the following interesting letter is found: Enorus. December, Yea; Two. Dun Evyâ€"I have been on the name now one month. prospecting (or our new home. and have seen some ranches that will do My well. but none of them just the tiok- let». .The old garden is s hard place. melon. but we have lost that, and are turned out new toxoot hog or die. We will fight it out now, ion this line, if it takes all summer. Eating that apple was a great blunder. but. my dear girl. let bygones be bygones ; there is hope for us yet. Just as soon as I strike a good claim I will come back for you. Watch over Cain closely; he is a. brick. The weather is raw and cold; I fed that I am too thinly clad. No more now from year loving Young Spotted Tail appeared to have passed through a long debaueh. and the woman held her head in the presence of her husband. When the agent demanded of young Spot why he had committed this wrong, the eulpritgave the same lamentable excuse that was offered by the first 0! the race of men : " She led me into it.” said the wayward chief. After a lull hearing of the ease, in which the agent acted as a mediator, it was decided that the wounded honor at Stranger Horse should be healed with the gilt of an American. ’ horse and a number of valuable articlel. and that he should take back his wife and live with her again. DISCOVERY OF A LETTER WBI 'IT E BY ADAM TO EVE. A seandal among the highest circles of the Sioux nation has just been agitating aborigi- nal society at Rosebud Agency. The particu- lars are given the Herald bya gentleman who came from the place a day or two ago. Some days since young Spotted Tail, son of Spotted Tail, the renowned chief of all the Sioux. took advantage of the absence of Chief Stranger Horse on a. hunting expedition. to persuade Stranger Horse's squaw to elope and live with him. They remained several days in young Spot’s tepee without interruption. Stranger Horse returned from the hunt to find his fire out, his squawâ€"he had but oneâ€" departed, and his tepee desolate. Gathering his friends about him, he started out with his rifle.thteat- ening the life of the chief who had brought shame in his household. The aflair was re- ported to the agent, who summoned the faith- less wife, and her ’ paramour to the agency. where they were confronted with the wronged husband. ' 7‘" You don’t know how thankful I feel, sir; I am ever so much obliged to you, air: but now that you have been .0 generous, I guess I’ll go to the other theater 1nd see ‘Jnck Sheppard." Curtain. is not fear, and yet he thinks it a feeling .un; Worthy of him, and he braces against it. , He turns a. deaf ear to the whispers o! the creek. He refuses to hear the warnings of the breeze. You can almost seehim as he shuts his teeth hard togeflxer and tries to force his thoughts into other channels. Somethmg ls moving over the ground behind him. Yog' can see il from where you alt. It is something darker than the dark ground he- neath. Now it movesâ€"now it haltsâ€"now its fierce eyes; almost light up the darkness, as it makes out the mufiledp term of the picket leenipg against the tree. “Throw‘ it away md 1’11 buy you three apples.” “Don’t like 'em." "02' a quart of peanuts." "Say," said the boy as hoJondIy regarded the inch of ashes at the and of the cigar, “I bet a boy the cigars this morning that he cenldu‘t tech his tongue to a lamp post and then sing ‘Sally Wilton) He teohed. and there’s a crowd no there now tryin‘ to thaw him loose. I ain’t very scar: about bein’ pizened. and I don’t care much for fatherly adv‘ce, but if you’vo got any spam time you might go up there and tell that ’en ho that a chunk of natural philosophy in to a hull barnful of experimental. ’â€"â€"Dctro£¢ Free Press. The boy’s manner touched Jarrett‘s tender Ipot, and after asking him,two or three timéa If that was all the money he had. and receiv- ing each time a pitifnl aflirmntive answer. he gave him a quarter. The boy's countenance beamed with delight, and he did not know how to express his gratitude. Finally, mov- ing toward the street. he said: " Look out! look out I" whispers the creek, but he refuses to hear. “Murder! Murder! Murder. 9" gurgles the cleek. You hear it, but the picket is thinking of home. A thousand miles away is a quiet farm-house. I! the same night wind blows there it kisses the apple blossoms 'and lulls the wife and children to deepex: alumbers. HOW A DETROIT BOY FOOLED JAR- RETT. Mr. H. C. Jarret: tells the following story: One evening. while his party were playing at the Opera House in Detroit, a small boy ap- proached him. and holding out his hand, ex- hibiting fifteen cents. said : You see the dark something coming nearer. It is (steeping up behind him. A tiger would rustle sheileeves or snap a twig, end his ‘vio- tim would have time to call God's name be- fore the spring This is s hum-n tiger. God put mercy in his heart, but it wes driven out. by hate y“ Save him 1 Save him !" cries the creek. You start at the call, bufi hedoes not move. He is thinking of the wife whosetears wet. his cheekâ€"40f the curly-heads who cling to his armsâ€"of the miles and the dangers between him and them. “But don't you know that you are filling your system with poison .’ ” “Now." "Well, you am. That cigar oontalns enough nicotine to kill a cat." “I'm no cat." “I know. It does not kill you suddenly. bnt poisons the blood and sows the-seed tololl dis- ease. You may drop dead‘on your way home. " “I ain’t going home. " “It fills me with horror to see a lad of your age destroying both soul and body. Boy, I entrgat you to throw away that vile cigar." “ P167136. mister. I'would so much like to see Cinderella. but that's all the money I’ve soy? That something rises up behind him. That terrible knife' ll! transferrefi from mouth to hand. ‘ " One less I” hissed the human tiger as he peered into the blanched face. and with agar- gle m his throat as if he had lapped at the hot blood flowing toward the creek he crept away to seek another victim " This 15 war I" whis the creek as it shrank away from the load. “ and war is murder !"â€"M. Quad. ' “I dain’t. Some one 5139 would pm: it up andje pigeped." ‘- Murder! Murder 1 Murâ€"- I” but it was done. ' Note. cryâ€"not even a grow. The dead sank down wit?) only a. sigh. The 'pic- ture of wife and children was hardly hidden between earth and Heaven. A boy about 14 years of age was smoking a cigar on the south ponioo of the City Hall the other morning when a citizen halted bufore him and said: “ Boy, do you realize whnt‘ you no do- ing ?:’ 7‘ Smokin’ a powerful good five center. won on 5 bet.’_’ was the rgply. P. S.â€"Ha.s Cain out another tooth yet? THE BOY WHO SMOKED. A SIOUX SCANDAL. ADAM. y 'l he lines are from a ballad supposed to' have been chanted by the peasants of Corn- wall" in the time of James the Second, and on account of the persecution of Sir John Trelaw- 1 nay, bishop of Bristol, and one of the seven bishops persecuted by the reigning King. Macaulay says the fact of the ballad having been in vogue at the time referred to was communicated to him by the Rev. B. S. Haw- ker, of Morwenstow. Cornwall. A writer in the Newcastle Chronicle professes to have dis- covered that the ballad was a forgery. and that it was written by Mr. Hawker himself, who died a few years ago, after leaving his church and entering the Roman Catholic faith. Mr. Hawker passed for a poet who so captivated Mr. Gladstone that he has placed the widow for an annuity on the civil list. If true, it is one of the most shameful things on record, that a person should so far have lxn-l Many years ago, when Mr. Charles‘Mackay, thd ‘ a: and journalist, was in this country, he,’Jelivered a lecture in Hamflton. and re- ‘péatéd these strange lines: “ And Shell Trelnwuoy die, 4nd shall 'I‘relawney dis 1’" .. 7' Then thirty thousand Cornish hova will know the reason why." Notes and Queries gives these curious names as appearing in the Parish Register of Cowley near Oxford England: Lioness. daughter of Richard Lee; Lackey. son of Edward Ha ynes Dalila}: White; Tirzah and Melitta Gibbens Mahla King , Decima Bowell: Keziah 31m. mono , Mahala King; Mary I ashti Calliopes Roan Selina Hodgkin. One of the most remarkable sales that have oeonred took place recently in Liecester Square.;l'iondon. the articles being the ward- robe snd jewels of the late Dowager Duchess of Somerset. Among the articles sold were six hundred pairs of silk hose. two thousand pairs of gloves, five hundred pocket handker- chiefs. ' The walls were covered with shawls and lace. An Indian shawl presented by the Shah of” Persia. which was embroidered with gold. brought only nineteen guiness. and a court dress embroidered with thistle and eagle in gold. the gift of the Emperor Napoleon, brought only six pounds. " I remember," said he, “ when I first met Mr. Disraeli. It was in a company of five ambitious, confident. very young menâ€"no- bodies then, but all of whom (if you can al- low me to say so much of myself) have come to distinction since. New, at that time none of us were personally acquainted with Mr. Disraeli except my brother, whose dinner party it was. I well remember that Mr. Dis- raeli eame'late; and we were speaking of him, some 0! uslwith frank dubiety, when he came in ; and a strange appearance he made. In those days dress was not so severe as it is now. and a certain license was tolerable. But Mr. Disraeli, then a far more athletic figure than you imagine him perhaps, appeared in a daring coat of I now forget what bright color. a yellow waistcoat, green velvet trous- ers, and low shoes with silver buckles. The impression he made was not favorable; and I for one, and I am sure and â€"â€" also, instantly prepared to find that my brother Edward had vastljyv over-praised his man. So we sat down to dinner ; and every man talked his best. and there was such a bright rattle of conversation as you may suppose. We were all in good cue, all emulous and all well satis fled with our ourselves, depend on it. There was not one amongst us who had not plenty of confidence in himself at all times, and more than ahope of future greatness: and yet if when we separated we had each been taken aside and put upon our honor to say who was the cleverth man in the party, every one of us would have answered, ‘The man in the green velvet trousers.’ ’f Madame Nilsson, the Swedish singer, re- ceives for a. night’s singing two hundred guineas, and Madame Patti gests two hundred pounds. Mr. S. C. Hall, the well-known journalist and magazine writer. has retired into private life. He was upwards of forty years editor of the London Art Journal, and is now in his eigfijieth your. A new poem, “ The Iliad of India,” is com- menced in the current number of ‘he Inter- national Rev'im The author. Mr. Edwin Arnold, has risen into eminencesolely through his eastern poetry. His work on Wordsworth was: perhaps, the introduction. Lord Beaconsfleld is said to have arranged with his publishers to write another novel, “ in which the strange history will be brought down to our own days.” S peaking of the huthor of “End ymion," Lord Dalling (Sir Henry Bulwer) tells this story about him: ‘MexicOIin spite of all that is said about its want of Ipirit and enterprise, has 10,003 milgspf telegraphJinejjn} apgun} opgration. The Rev. Sy iney Smith once gave this ad- vice to Irishman in Ireland : " What trash, to be bawling in the streets abou‘ the Green Isle,tha Isle of the Ooean,the bold anthem of ‘ Erin Go Bragh !’ A far better anthem would be ‘ Erin go bread and cheese, Erin go cabins that will keep out the min, Erin go pancaloons without holes in A somewhat remarkable lsdy, Miss Eliza- beth Rome Morgan, has died at Burnside cottage. Gretna Green, Scotland, aged 78 years. She was life owner 0! a. small pro- perty, ought of which she maintained herselI and dispensed charity to all who came. The door of her residence, beautifully situated on the Aunaw Road, was never shut against the wsyfarer. Her first work every week was ‘to provide for her visitors. The general fate was a hot dish of soup and bread. She made no distinction and served all who came, no matter whether they were imposing on her or not. Mrs. Jamieson wrote a book. many years ago, entitled “ The Loves of the Poets,” and now Mr. Rosseti is to write “ The Wives of file _Poets"_for the Atlantic Mimthly. 'Mr. Burdette, the funny man ot the Bur- lingwn Hawkeye, Is to visit Mr. Clemensâ€"- Mark Twainâ€"who is in Europe. What a mggtingbetween the great humorists. Here is s. stanza worth quoting. It is from spoem " Wake me a Song,” by a South. em poet, Esther Ryan whose poems have re- cently been published in Baltimore: " Out of the stillness in your heartâ€"- A thousand songs are sleeping thereâ€" Wake me in song, thou child of art 1 The song of hope in last- despair Dark and low, A chant of woe, Out of the stillness, tone by tone, Cold as n. snow-flake, low as s. mosh." In another poem, " The Sword of Robert Lee,” occurs these stirring lines : “ Out of its scsbbsrd. where, full long, It slumbered peacefully, Roused from its rest by the battle’ s song. Shielding the feeble limiting the strong, Guarding the right, svengin the wrong, Glemned the sword of as." theni 1'" Mr. Thomas Carlyle, the veteran author is now in his eighty-sixth year, and is in poor health at present. Footwomen are taking the place of loot men in England. A writer for a London paper says: ” Dining the other night in Eaton Place. the door was opened by one of the latter in a most charming are becoming livery. Blaek~and-white mob cap for head- dress, stand up collar with white crevat and small pin in it, rich brown-cloth coat with livery buttons cut somewhat like a man’s hunting-coat, and a huff waistcoat with a High Church collarâ€"such was the uniform. I was so struck with the upper portion of the dress that I never thought of looking at the extremities ; but I fancy my eye once got a glimpse, going up stairs. of red stockings, and shoes with silver buckles. During din~ ner four Winsome lasses, all similarly attired. waited on me hand and foot ; and certainly- never was a dinner more deftly handed and served." Lord Macaulay must have been gifted with an extraordinary memory if we are to believe that he once rammed flue whole of " Para- dise Lost." while crossing the Irish Channel; and while waiting for a poet chaise he read from a newspaper “ Reflections of an Exile," and “A Parody on a Welsh Ballad, ” both of which be repeated forty years afterwards, a1. :hough he had only read them once. Bancroft‘s new and closing volume of his History of the United States is in the hands of_t_be grime“. OUR SPECIAL BUDGET. â€"The experiments which have been made in France With a. View to the substitution of printing types made of toughened glass in place of those of metal have proved quite en- couraging. The advantages in point of clean liness would; it is elleged,be not insignificant. The toughened glass is naturally much hard- er than the usual metallic composition. and can hardly be crushed out of shape by th use small accidents which shorten the life and mar the beauty of the type now employed, The glass. too, is capable of being cast into more delicate shapes, so that the difference between the thin and the black strokes can be more clearly defined. -The St. George Leader is the best credi- tor in the country. In the last issue it pub- lishes a report of a railway meetmg and credits it to the St. George Leader. The Portland (Oregon) Standard says : J o- yseph Zigman is the name of a. man who re- cently came to the great Northwest from the Wolverine State. accompanied by his wife. The couple arrived in this city by the steamer a few days since, and put up at the Burton House. Plain, honest-looking persons that they were, attracted no attention, and after viewing the sights of the city. Zigmen and his wife left here on Wednesday morning for Walla Walla, and nothing more would prob- ably have been thought or heard of them had it not been for a dispatch received by Chief Police Lappeus, early yesterday morning from Blalock's Station. forwarded to thetofiicer by Zigman. and stating that his wife had left in their room at that hotel. sewed up in an old undershirt, the sum of 33.830. of which 331,- 120 were in greenbacks, the remainder in notes. Chief Leppeue directed Detective Hudson to inquire into the ease, and that officer. on going to the Burton Home, found the room occupied by Zigman and his wife just as they left it, not having been made up since their departure, andthere in plain sight was the old discarded garment which the we- man had forgotten to put on in the hurry to catch the boat. The money and notes were found to be all right. “ Finally, on the last of November we found ourselves at Hatteras in a gale of wind. lnearly out of provisions. All the tea and coffee were out '; there was no more meat or sugar. no flour or'oanned provisions; in short, noth- ing but a small half barrel of hard bread, and it was had. We were eighty-six days out when we spoke the Norwegian bark Viking. We had put up our signal of distress, and al- though it was blowing a close reef topsail gale she have to and gave us some beefâ€"a small cask. Fourteen days later, our ship having in the‘meantime made no headway at all, we were without a morsel of food when we spoke a barkentine. From her we got some beef. a little bread, some sugar and coffeeâ€"all she could spare. The gale never abated, and the iron in the ship kept gringing against the side so that every hour I expected it would break out and that the ship would go to the bottom. The crew went about their work with pale faces, and what with want of food and the anxiety. it seemed as if we would lose our reason. We kept the boats in readi- ness and had things packed up ready to leave the vessel at a moment’s notice. if neoessary. The men wanted to go several times. 0: Christmas day our provisions were again ex- hausted. We didn’t have anything but a little hard bread full of maggots. About noon we sighted a steamer bound south. She saw our signal of distress and acknow- ledged it by dipping heroolors and continu- ing on her way. I think we lived along. just keeping of! the line of starvation. till Decem- ber 31, when we spoke the steamship Santia- go de Cuba. It was blowing a terrible gale, but she stopped. I dare not order a boat out in such a gale. so Ioalled for volunteers, and every man stepped forward. They gave us provisions that lasted until we got a pilot off Barnegal, on the 8th inst. Before that we got a slant of wind from the south and had given up all hopes of making Philadel- phia. The pilot boat gave us some fresh meat and vegetables. We left the ship to take care of itself while we appeased a. hunger that was by this time ravenous.” posed ppon the great English historian and the present Premier of England Tossed on the Wild Atlantic-Food Gone and Burning Spars to Keep Them- selves from Freezing. The crew of the ship Hannah Morris. 126 days from Liverpool, arriving Sunday, have a terrible story of hardship. privation and dam get to tell. The voyage was the longest but one across the Atlantic Ocean in twenty years. Sailing from Liverpool ‘ in the early days of September.“she attempted the northern pas- sage. ' Her destination was Philadelphia, and her cargo railroad iron and soda. She might reasonably have been expected in port within thirty days. When eight days out she en- countered a terrific gale in which her cargo shifted. Then she tried to come by the south- ern passage. When eighty days out she was off Hatteras. short of provisions, bufieted by the wintry gales and in danger every hour, as the crew with good reason behaved, of going to the bottom. The great weight of iron in her hold went first to one side and then to the other as she rolled in the tempestuous seas. threatening every moment to burst open her sides. Starvation threatened the crew, and four times they were supplied by passing ves- ‘sels. Finally. when the pilot came on board, 3 they Were absolutely without feed of any kind, ‘ the last weevil-eaten piece of hard bread hav- ing been divided on the evening of the day before. When the ship entered the colder latitudes the crew found themselves short of ‘wood and they were forced to out up and “ The meal we had on this table day before yesterday," and Capt. Dunbar, “ was the di- vided shares of four ship biscuits, and when they were broken the crumbs went scurrying around and over the board. You can get some Hes. of the wormy condition of our last met- sel of food. The men in the forecastle as well as the people in the cabin shared alike. It was vexy hard on the children and hard enough on the men. for the matter of that. However, we have had fresh meat and vegetables from the pilot boat. and We are getting much better now. BURN, THE EXTRA SPARS of the ship and some of the deck furniture. To add to the horror of the condition of those on board were the captain's wife with a babe at the 'breast and two childrenâ€"one 2 and theother 4 years of ageâ€"and a‘ stewardess. The‘suflen‘ng of the two women and children was terrible. The crew several times csine aft to beg of the captain to abandon the ship in boats‘and risk their fate in the open see. He pointed out to them that to pursue sucha course was to cast away every chance of safety. To add to the danger the ship’s bot- tom became so covered with barnacles that she would not answer her hllm, and once in the height of the gale when the safety of the vessel demanded that the crew should at once weer ship more than three hours were re- quired for that evolution. All this happened to a ship rating A1 at Lloyd’s, well manned and found in every particular,indicsting how terrible the stress of weather she has under- gone. The ship was being towed into the Erie basin. Brooklyn. last evening when a reporter of the Herald boarded her. The crew were making preparations to dock the ship, and a more gaunt and haggard lot of men at work were perhaps never seen in a land of plenty. “Thank God,”ssid themste. as he led the way into the cabin, "we stand a chance for sleep and food to-night. This is Capt. Dunbar, sir." At a table in a dimly-lighted cabin as: a man with long, untrimmed heard, whose pale face and sunken cheeks looked strangely out of place where one would naturally expect to see the color of health and strength. Near him sat his Wife. and clinging to her dress were two pale, flaxened haired chil- dren. A VALUABLE SKIRT. "rim. CAPTAIN ’9 STORY. OUT OF PROVIBIONS. 126 DAYS.