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[Vlemoflul Cross Errcled at the “Hive of Lord Frederick Cavendish. The Bradford Cemetery Company have just completed, on behalf of the tennntry of the Duke of Devonshire on the Bolton Abbey estates, a. memorial cross of the late Lord Frederick Ctvendish. The cross and shaft are very richly carved with the curious interlucing patterns peculiar to Runic remains. On the pedestal is the following inscription in Runic text : To the Beloved Memory of Lord Frederick Charles Cavendish, Son of William, 7th Duke of Devonshire, and of Blanche Georgina, his Wife. Born November 30th, 1&36. He went out as Chief Secretary to Ireland “ Full of love to that countryI " Full or hope for her future. “Full of capacity to render her service," And was murdered in the Phoenix Park, Dublin, Within twelve hours of his arrival, May 6th, 1882. " The Lord grant thee thy heart's desire, And fulfil all thy mind." rl‘he text of the inscription was decided upon by Lady F. Cavendish and Lady Eger- ton, his sister, While the lines quoted are words used by Mr. Gladstone in communi- cating the news of the assassination to the House of Commons. The cross is to be erected at the edge of the Abbey burial ground in a. romantic spot, beneath the shade of one of the magnificent sycamore trees for which the Abbey is famous. grounh, And thinks of the days in the long ago As she croons a. melody quaint and low A grandame, crooning a melody low, A quaint, Weird song of the long ago. To a sleepy child on'a. summer's day, When ghe air was perfumed with new mnwn uy. The voice that is singing is trembling and low, And the words of the song fall sadly and slow, From her shrivelled lips, and her withered hands Have almost numbered the hour-glass smids. She rocks the cradle and sings the song Till the twilight shadows are lengthening long, And a. faraway look creeps into her eyes As the sunset’s glory fades in the skies. A woman stands by a moss-grown mound, Where the myrtle and daisies have covered the Again the heat of a s ummer‘s day, Again the perfume of new-mown hay; But low in the grave the grundume is sleeping, And the Woman that sings is sadly weeping. A time-worn face, with snow-whim air, A face grief-lined and furrowed with care, A form that is bent with the burden of years And eyes that are humid with unshed tears. Taa eiinoc wrote “that he was a mem ber of an old family of musicians,” and when it appeal-edit) the paper it read “a member of an old family of nuisances." ....v "wuuu uu buy ‘9" In a twinkle every maiden responded “ Iâ€"I.” In short, at a highly extravagant price, The bachelors all were sold off in a trice ; And forty old ma.idens,some younger, some Ohii'l', lunch lugged an old bachelor home on her shoulder. blood from spllling, Of such a vile tax they would not pay a. shilling. But the rulers determined them still to purnue, so they set all the old bachelors up at vaudue. A crier was sent through the town to and fro, To rattle his bell and 1119 trumpet to blow And to call out to all he night meet in his way, “ Ho 1 forty old bachelors sold here to-dav !” And presently all the old maids iu the town, Each in her very best bonnet; and gown, From 30 L0 60, fair, plain, red and pale, Of every description. all flocked to the sale. The auctioneer then in his labor began. And called out aloud, as he held up a man, “ How mill-10h for a bachelor ? Who wants to laid ; And in orler to make them 3,11 willing to marry, The tax was as large as a 1mm cullld Well carry, 'l‘he bachelors grumbled, and said ‘twas no useâ€" ’Twas horrid injustice and horrid abuse, Anq ‘dec‘lanred map 120 save their own heart's bets ; My thoughts mu along in such beautiful metre, I’m sure I ne’er saw any 1» etry sweetur. It seemed that: a. law had been recently made That a. tax on old bachelors’ paves should be h” , He clasped my neck and kisaed me on the cheek, 'l‘heu said theloviug little elf, "Aunt Jeanie, don't get married till next week, And I Will marry you myself." I dreamed a dream in the midst of my slumber-s, And as fast as I dreamed it, it; came into num- His face grew grave, for he haul only thought of wedding cakes and ices sweet ; But, if with loss of Aunlie it were bought, The feast would be a doubtful treat. M And Me ufiwontéd swéétrsifiééiagiim man”, Next day he pondered much, as wise folks do, - Then craved of me a little boon ; ‘Aunt Jeanie, why don’t you get married, too ‘I I hope you'll do it very soon." Dear child,” I said, and stroked his curly head, " You would not wish it if you knew That I must go away if I should wed, Instead of living here with you." My little nephew, four years and a half, Bewildered, glad and wonder-eyed, Saw 3.1! phe glintey, pend _tu_e sqqg and laugh“ Who dresses in the latest; style; Declares, " The weathah’s tuimply vile ;” And lisps some dainty swear, the while 1) The Dude‘ Who's neither fool, nor knave, nor sage This zunny speck o 1 nature’s page â€" Conundrum at the mudern age ‘2 _ Who, than. 08.11 work the puzzle throughâ€" Tell what it's forâ€"Wham in can do ? Guess what it is, I’ll give it you, __ W110 wears his hair an] nice and banged; And says, “ By Jove. that Mrs. Langu- Ry’s chawming quite, or I‘ll be hanged ‘3” The Dude Who goes to all receptil n5, teas; Who smirks a. smile as friends he bees And, for his health, alps anngaregg? Who drives a tandem through the park; Says, “ Infe’s, aw, such a. jolly Iark " (rurhmgu the Dude’s the long sought Suark?") The Dude. Observe his form. You can, for he Weu's pants as tight as tight can beâ€" (And pants for notoriety), Who's stiff as statue out in wood; Can't bend, anti wouldn‘t if he could ; A sort of nothing ‘twixt the bad and good? The Du 26‘ Who strolls the Ave. each afimrnoon; Who whistles airs all out, of tune; And dons shot» coats out quite too “ soon '2" The Dude‘ Thenba ‘ ‘e: Myn' What though torn leaves and ' Still testified his deep r" ~ Y I stooped and kissv ‘ With its demure (A Yet all in vain, for sleep had caught The hand that reached, the feet that strayed ; And fallen in that ambuscade The victor was himself o’er wroqu strewn leaves of albums lightly pressed This wicked ” Baby of the woods ;" In fact, of half the household guoda This son and heir was seizedwpussessed. rised by sleep, caught in the acb, away vandal who had sacked His Ixtcle town, and thuught it play. Aggenâ€"I found him. There he lay, The shattered vase ; the broken jar: A match still mouldering on the floor The inksmud’s purple pool of gore ; 'Ihe cheasmen scattered near and far. NOZsigh, no sound l~a moment’s freak 201' Mncy thrilled my pulses through " Ifâ€"no "â€"and yet that fancy drew Anthea-'8 blood from heart. and cheek. In so‘ " ' ud feasting passed the hours And little footsteps on the floor Were strayed. I laid flBidu my pen, Forgot my theme, and listened, then Stole softly to the library door. Just now I missed from hall and stair A joyful treble that had grown As dear to me as that grave tone That tells the world my older care. THE M “DnhED LORI”. 0n n Naughly Boy, Sleeping. Extraordinary A union. THEN AND NOW‘ THE DUDE l t v" 91159 lastnnflight, a and maze of flawérs ; xilliunh with their blaze of POETRY. .Ll The Dude‘ The Dude. The Dude The Dude. Ha rtel After a. time our hoatess proposed that we should stroll through the snrubberies, and, as if moved by a. common attraction. Mrs Fremaiue and Lie“ bahiudthe nest of the party, &n_d presently, imp’alled by. a. feeling to which 1 can give no name, I 501d ,her that; 1 had been looking other paint- ing, and with win“; deep when:st I had scanned it. “ And did you llkd i'.‘ 7“ she uskxl. “More than I (mu my,” I replied “ 1 was, indeed. penetrated by the vow. er 1) 1th of in thcqu-iou and iiuv» c mcephon.” " N_\y, )ou flwuner Luv," rudvl tape, 9; Ltly. “ It has been ul-igiuMlzedr an! aimorbiel, almost maiokly, production. You, perhaps; view m3 aeuu‘meufi less hypercriticully, butâ€"” L Ieln m keen dehite 10 Bee, and, if pOBv ei‘oie, to hold speech Wlbh, the author of the work which had so greatly attracted me, and followed my hostees into the ger- den wnh no reluctance Upon the lawn, where the elmâ€"trace had thrown their shadows for many decades, and Where the ruoke inceeermtly oiwed, we found a. bevy of ladies occuyied in the diacussion of eiternoun teu. ,Mre. ermeine’e age was preeummbly six or seven and twenty. Sue was tell, and superbly made. She was singularly fair; but features were fault- less, her hair and coloring full of allure- ment. Yet that which undoubtedly ren~ oered her most charming was the expren- sion of her countenanceâ€"2m expreesiou so full of the. nobleeu and tendereet beauty, and Burchurged with a gravity eo prtfonud, and an isolation eo pensive, that I felt overpowered by the thoughts and visions which the eight of her brought before my mind’s eye. Vaguely, as I regarded her, meeriee fliated before me, of grand cathedrals erected when faith was warm and devotion pure. of Itnhan sunsets illumining ebygone and speechless splen- dor, of the silent: glories of Alpine ranges, of Himalayan loneliness and eublimity, of Marcus Curtiue plunging into the unknown ubyee, of Buddha. biddingr hie people re- nounce themselves, of Jormthan’e exceeding love for David, of the pathetic Supper at Jeruhalem before Calvary. Yul), albhough grave, Mrs. Framaine was not melancholy. It IS true she never laughed, and rarely smiled, but she was neiuhet depressed nut biLter. Her dlgnified sereniny' W2“! incomparable. bun it was tinged with the hopeiem inuvibableness of autumn. She seemed to me lxke aperson who had Muted fruition wzd disappoint- ment at one and the name timeâ€"us Da- phne may have experienced the intensith relief and the most. passionate longing for life, as the last nerve of her body chamged into a. fragrant blossom of the protecting shrub. But whether the gift or nhe denial had lefn the impression I could not de- termine. “ You may well ask.” replied my hostess. “ It is, indeed, a remarkable production, and is, as you justly term it, aoomposition. Nay, it is even more. It is a. poemâ€"a, philosophy â€"a criticism of life, It was ex- ecuted by a. young and very beautiful lady. who is at present my guest. She has recently married an extremely rich man. who possesses large estates in the adjoining county. He was considered quite the parti of his neighborhood, for, added to his im- mense wealth, he is remarkable for a strike lugly handsome person and exceedingly agreeable manners. He had one child by his former marriage~a daughter, who has married her step mother’s brother. We will go into the garden, if you are inclined. We shall find Mrs. Fremaine there with my daughters, and probably her husband and mine will shortly join 1171.” i “ Who compo-51d this fafi'tasticr and wonderful design ‘3” quuiEedn. eagerly. “ On the contrary, I viewed it at: a. satire,” said I. I had not finished my scrutiny, or ex- hausted my admiration, when my hostess came in, and, after the first civiliniea were exchanged, I hastened to breach the sub jech which was uppermost; in_my mind. ‘ thirst. had slipped from her hands, and lay . broken and spilled at her feet; the grapes, E to which she would next have turned, hung ' far above her L'liputian stature; and the l rose‘with which she had endeavored to con- sole herself, and to forget her unquenched thirst, had pierced her hand With a cruel thorn. In the third panel was portrayed a than upon the sea-shore, who was strug gling to seize a floating box bearing the label Joy; but the tide had turned. and the box was drifting away from his outstretched hands. In the last there wasachnrchyard, where a company of strolling players had pitched their tent, and were performing their uncouth drolleries among the graves: an octogenurian and his infant grandson were the sole audience; two of the buffoons lounged, smoking, upon a moss-grown tomb- stone; and two urchins of the company sat astride upon a daisied hillcck where some baby slept, and prattled gaily over their supper. Around the picture was a kind of iramework of small medallions, each filled with a separate device, and each deserving the minutest study. In cue, a group of primroses clustered round a skull; in another, a withered lily lay upon a well-spread board; in a third, a clown emerged, capering, from a coffin ; in a fourth, a malicious imp ’was aiming a stone at an unconscious snail; in a fifth, a. pack of cards had fallen asunder, and the ace of hearts was stained with blood. “Idid nob intend it; as a; satire,” said Mrs. Fremaiue, mildly. “I intended in t0 expreus the sorrowfumera of life as it in. I had come to pay a can at a. country- houee, and, while yawning in the drawing- room the entrance of its mistress, I had ' busied mySelf in examining a. picture v‘ hich, as yet- unfrximed, was adjusted on an ‘ceflel near the window. Drawn to it at ‘ firbt by men: cauiosity, I was quickly ab- sorbed by its beauty and quaintnesa, and ‘ by the alzuonn pie Buphaelite nice-vty of its execution. It was divided into four panels of unequwl size, eneh panel connected with the when; by a. separating, yet a combining, wreath u! roses and deadly nightthade .intertwmed. In the largest panel a. iner- riage solemnity was depicted: the bride and bridegroom stood belore the altar, and the ptlurzfi bent to join their ILL-Lida; the‘ 3' crowd of eptczetots guz:d earnestly at the young couple, and none observed that a ‘ snake haul crawled between the pair, and was prepering tu conceal himself Wibhin the folds of the bl‘ldetl dress. In another stood 1:. little child, whuhe tearful face bespoke a recent disappointment: the cause of her grief was econ apparent; the bowl of milk, from which she had desired to Blake her ’l'he Mystery of the Veiled Picture VOL. MELICENT: A NOVEL-BY FAYR MADOC PROLOGUE. ‘ “ Delightful 1” said Mr. Fremaine smil- ing. “ Nodoubttsir, youhave had no tie to encumber you. I have always had a, lady‘and a young, lady to bootâ€"to take cure of, and have never been able to risk my health among the Esquimaux, or my life améng the Patagouiens. I have always been compelled to pursue only benten tracks.‘buu I dare my you have had noth- ing to deter you from greater enterprise.” “ No,” I replied, briefly, for I thought his manner both frivolous and ungallaut. “ To my sorrow I have been alwaysperfeot- 1y clear.” “ You are right,” said Mr Fremsine. “ It has been my greatest privilege that I have lived my whole life under the influ- ence of women. Men cannot attain to the height of womanhood, but next best to be- ing a. women is to be influenced by women. The goodness of these dear women is in- imitable. To vie with their capacity for rectitude, their love of integrity. their pes- sion for virtue, is impossible. To be a. woman is to be an angel, and it is the angel in women that prohibits the fiend in men.” She turned upon me a. piercing look, and for an instant the mystic veil, which sep- arated her inner life from the world with- out, seemed to fall apart, and I thought I could see a. glxmpee within of charred and blackened I‘L‘HDB, with a. swift and troubied stream, starlit and tortuous, hurrying through Lht‘ll‘ midst. In a. moment the veil hnd droppefi. and her face was averted; and I heard, as it were, the faint cry of nuns’ voices chanting the Miserere, and the sudden snapping of a. violin-string in a. great orchestra. We had emerged from the ahrnbbery on to the sunny lawn. A group of ladies and gentlemen stood at a. little distance. My host and another gentleman had evidently just returned from riding. The latter die- engaged himself from his companions, and advanced towards us. It was Mrs. Fre- muine‘e husband. He was a. man of barely fifty, tall, well knit, dark, and extremely handsome. Nevertheless, his beauty-was of a. kind which gave me no pleasure. “ Tuis gentleman,” said Mrs. Fremaine, after efiecting an introduction between us, and adverting to the subject of conversa- tion as We sat at tea. under the almaâ€" “thie gentleman will arouse your envy. He has been even a. greater traveller than yourself, and seems to have visited every part of the globe.” I did not know, not could I guess from his wife’s unmoved exterior. whether he spoke mockiugly or in earnest, but) as he turned hlS powerful and glittering eye upon me,I misdoubted his sincerity. Neither Mrs. " Not sorvery far, 1 think. My picture is metaphorical, but it is truth. It points to the concealed poison in the rosy lruitâ€" to the bitter dregs at the bottom of the sparkling Wine cup. It tells of the mess of pottage, with death in the pot. And is not death the blighting shadow which crushes our energies and paralyzas our vitality, even while we live ‘1’” - “Christ has overcome death,” said I. “ But Christianity has not permeated the world,” rejoined she sadly. “ Some of the best among us die in Christ, and perhaps they are neither miserable not afraid. but many are. And others of the best follows Socrates, and per-chance they also are neither unhappy nor afraid, but methinke some are. But what becomes of the fool- ish multitude, who know only that they are wretched, and see no reason ‘2” ” I do not know," said I, frankly. “ Underneath are the Everlasting Arms! That is the only answer.” she said, greatly to my surprise “ Where we are ignorant, God knows. His purposes are from the beginning to the end. We can only read a. page or two of the book which He is writing, and of which He has composed the whole plot]: “Mrs. Fremaine, you are an enigma,” I could not refrain from saying. “ A moment. ago I was almost tempted ,to accuse you of reviling your Maker. and while I am Back- ing for words in which to convey my rev preach, you give utterance to expressions of the profoundesh faith and trust in God.” â€"" Butyoupuub remember that there is a duality of [mud as Well as of vision. When one stands upon a bridge between two cities, one sees bqth before and behind. and there is light; and shade on either bank.” “ I aim aware that my doublenesa must appear strange to you," alga replied2 calmly. “ We have wandeer a lung way from your paintmg,” I mid, evading a. direct HaDBWBI‘. “Yes,” she assented. “ You must) not think I am irreligious because I have spoken as if this world and man were every- thing. But I regard life, as it is, winh an absorbing interest. It has, for me, an unâ€" rivalled importance. It: is What we feel and see, it is what we know. Yet genera» tions of experience have not} secured for us either happiness or goodness. Marcus Aurelius has said: ‘Wbere a. man lives, he can live well.’ True; we know Whatj a. man can do ; the question is, What will he do? What is he doing? Equally, Where there is human manure, there is a. capacity for happinehs. But is not the happlness nlways mun-ed? Is not. the juy lorever frusnmted 7” “ The fate of humanity is in God’s hands," I said, feebly. I was bafliud by this beautiful philosophsr, who seemed to see the cloud, but not us silver lining. “And you forget,” she said, quietly, “ the milllon hearts to whom it may only add fresh misery. Every dawn hemlde renewed auguieh, wilder excesses, worse iniquibies. more mournful tragedies, than those upon which the gleaming fell a. few hours before. When I nhmk of the peoples who suffered and have passed away, I believe that the fate of humanin is fraught; with ruth as with mystery.” ‘ “ No, quite the reverse. Every morning I rise with fresh hope, and ball the new day which may gbring blesmngs to a. thou- sand hearts." " “ Yes, there is Love,” the aeaentedV “ But often his wings are folded ; sometimes he 19 woufided,sometimes bedraggled ; frequently be hides from us, sick of the griefe and mortifiontione which entangle us. But you are right about the grave. I believe there will be test an last.” “ The sun must set,” said I. “ But does it not, make you sad to thigh that it must rise again ‘2" bhe asked. Do you remember Buchanan’s poem,where the Soul replies to the Esrthâ€" . ' Mother, I know thou art queenly and splendid, ‘ Yet is there death in the blush of thy bloom ‘2' I think it is Lord Bacon who says that it is as natural to die as to be born, but I 60 not agree with him. It may be as natural for bystanders to witness death as to wit:- ness birth, but to the individual, his birth, of which he had no consciousness, is as nothing to him, while his death is an ex- pected shadow, ever shrouding his path, and beckoning with an awful finger to an unknown hour. Life, as 1 ratio it, is a series of failures, with a little grave at the end of a. long and unkind rosid.” “ But LOVE hovers ab0ve the road, and in the grave there will be rest," I venture. RICHMOND HILL THURSDAY, MAY 1'7, 1883. ’I‘wo St. Regis Indians Given Poinonz'd Liquorâ€"â€"0ne Deml uml llw 0mm Dying. A Cornwall deepetch says: Two India-ms named White and Lawn, of the Indian village of St. Regis, situated on the Sn. Lawrence River five mlles below this place, were poisoned on Monday by liquor than: had been mixed with strychnlne. A white citizen by the name of Sawyer, who had business at Hogansburg, a. village on the American shore, was commissioned by the Indiana to procure them some liquor. This he did, and a. little more; afber pur- chasing the liquor he proceeded to a. drug store.where he bought some stanchnme, which he mixed with the liquor and gave it to the Indians. White partouk freely of the liquor, anddied shortly afterwards ; Lad-an is now lying in a. cri’ical condition. styer has left for parts unknown. . A Detroit Painter Suspended in Mid-Air Like "Inhomet’s Collin. A Detroit despatch says: One of the most remarkable escapes from a terrible death was witnessed by the people who chanced on Wednesday afternoon to be in the vicinity of the new Campan building, when E. H. Floyd fell from the roof of that six~storey edifice. Floyd is a painter, and during the day had been at work on the roof of the building. About 5 o’clock he had occasion to change his position. and was descending the ladder, the foot of which rested in a gutter near the ledge of the roof, when it tipped back, and in an instant he was shooting down toward the ground. about 100 feet below. Falling a dis- tance of nearly 75 feet, he struck the network of the telephone wires that stretch across the street. Several wires snapped with the weight of his body, and he fell again, but reached for the other wires and secured himself for some tune. It was thought he could not retain his position, as the wires swayed so greatly. He swung out toward Griswold street several times to a great distance, and it seemed to onlookers utterly impossible for him to retain his grip of the wires. His coolness of head and great strength served him well, and he managed to get such a hold of the wires that he maintained his position till ladders and a rope were brought. by which he reached term firma. To areporter he stated that in falling he made several somerssults after leavrng the ladder, and was perfectly conscious of the part he was taking in one of the most remarkable acrobatic feats on record. He fell on his back and complained of feeling considerably hurt by the wires, but returned to his work on the roof. ABelton, Texas. telegram says: On the outskirts of the recent tornado hail fell like showers of grapesbot. Some hailstones were five inches in diameter. Much stock was killed. A family of seven persons took refuge in a ellar in time to escape being carried a with the house, which was lifted bodily, carried 400 yards, and dashed to pieces. “ I the 50 too," she said, softly, as we stood a. lithle apamb. “ But; you will not forget that I am' an: enigma. ?” she added, smiling funny. He spoke lightly, and I noticed» that she raised her eyes to his, and looked wistfully at him, with an expression which was neither love not hate, but which seemed to be apologetic and dutiful. As this expres- sion subsided it seems to me as it again the veil which concealed her epul was momen- tarily withdrawn, and I caught once more that glimpse of the troubled river and the smoke blackened ruins. '1?th the vision was gone. and again I fancied I‘hea'rd the dreary chanting of Dune-Am- was: it the wail of Marsyas falling backwards, defeated and hogeless ? The rest of the party now joined us, and after a. little desulbory chat. I took my departure. Urged by I know not What impulse, I said, as I held Mrs. Fremaine’s hand. “I hope I may have the pleasure of meeting you again soon.” Mr. Fremuine shrugged his shoulders. “You women are as inscrutable as you are good,” he said. “ But, my sweet Melicent, so long as Death is not your bridegroom, I am thankful that he 02m make existence ple_a.sant jio Vyorui’ I marvelled. She seemed 'waywardlyâ€" almost childishlyâ€"reeolved t6 contradict all that she had recently said to 1138. Was she wilfully capricious? or had she indeed a rare and painful duality? Then I;'con-‘ jeetured than; she herself stood half-way' upon». bridge, and I wondered whm; sad memories, what terrible possxbilitiea, lay behind her and before. “Uhfulfilled longings,” she said, quietly. "fine cernainby of death makes' his toler- ab 6.” ' “ And- pray,“ what can be 'worse than death 7” asked her husband, half contempt- uously. “ I think it is an unnaturalness which is not only easily got over, but which one Welcomes,” said Mrs. Fremaiue. " There are many things worse than death.” “ There is an unnaturulnesa m deavh striking down the young which we cannot get over, though it is as common as for fruit-buds to be nipped by spring froatn,” said I. “ And she has lost incalculable joys and pleasures," said Mr. Fremaibo. “ In her grave lies a. bride whom up bridegroom will ever woo or win I In her grave lies a mother Whose lips no son wfll e‘ver kiss I” " Poor woman I" said Mrs. Fremaine, softly. " Bub little Nancy is spared much pain and grief. A daisy plucked before the horse-boots have trodden it down I A Btreamlet dried up before it has reached the salt and bitter sea. 1" ' He spoke bicbureaquely, but I thought; aimed at effect, and my heart was. not touched. " “ As I was making a short detour while our friend made a. call, upon business, I came upon s. little scene which interested 5me,” he said. “ You would have been con- strained to tears, Melicent. There was a. churchyard lying warm in the sunshine, with a. knot of Villagers round a. grave, and an old clergyman reading the ,‘service. Children were there in plenty, and some of them were pink frocks, which lent color to the picture. A pretty young lady stood by the mossy well outside, with moist eyes, and a. great profusion of honeysuckle and dogroses in her hand. I asked her who was being buried, and she said, with uncon- ventional simplicity, ‘ It 18 little Nancy. She was but nine years old- the only child of her mother, and she is a. widow.’ " Fremaine nor I made any reply, and, after apause of a. few seconds. he went on speaking, changing the topic with great ease. A TREDIENDGUS DROP. P01SONED DIIKNKS. flail [like Grupeshol. (To he continued.) Exu'uonliuan' ‘K'alchlulness of the Law Officers. (Philadelphia. Telegraph‘s London Letter.) The vigilance of the police just now in London is extraordinary. I am told, and can quite believe, that there are nearly as many men on guard in plain clothes as in uniform. Their eyes are everywhere. and a good deal of inconvenience to perfectly respectable people, guileless of conspiracies to blow up anything, is naturally the result. The other night at Broad Street Station, -I happened to be carrying two small leather bags. Being encumbered also _with a. handful of papers and an umbrella, I had to put my load down while unhuttoning my coat to take out and con- sult a pocket time-table. As the hour was laterfew people were about, and the railway company, on economical thoughts intent, had turned the gas down to that point which just serves to “ make darkness visible.” Knowing the dexterity of Lon- don sneak-thieves, before putting my bags down I glanced around very cautiously to see that no prowlers were about. Not a soul appeared visible within 50 feet, but hardly had my hand relinquished my pro- perty before a firm hand was laid on my arm, and its owner, a. well-knit, muscular man, asked me who I was. Not realizing the situation for the moment. I angrily de- manded what he wanted, at the same time attempting to wrench myself free. Another man was at my side directly, whose grab was so professional that I was reassured. “ We want toknow what you have in those bags," was the demand. A light dawned upon me and I burst out laughing at the idea of being taken for a “ Dynamiter," and bid them look for themselves. Two min- utes sufficed for a. neat and thorough but polite examination. Nothing more danger- ous to the public peace than a few books being found. the detectives apologized and left me, feeling much amused at the in- cident. The whole affair did not take five minutes. It is one of scores of similar cams which go to show the eager vigilance of {he police at the present time. A debating club lately discussed the questionâ€"“ Whether 8. rooster’s knowledge of daybreak is the result of observation or maninct.” ~ A tar spring similar to those on the Arthabasca. exists on the Red Deer River new Tail Creek. A 008.1 seam in the bank of the river has been burned out, and below this burned out place, at the water’s edge, the tar oozes out of the bank. Enthusiastic Professor of Physics, dis- cussing the organic kingdoms : “ Now, if I should shut my eyenâ€"soâ€"â€"and drop my headâ€"so -â€"and shouid not move, you would say I was a. clodl But I move, I leap, I run : then what would you call me 7” Voice from the rear: “A clad-hopper.” Chi.sz is dlamissed. TIRE FENIAN WATCH IN LONDON. “ Wonder what husband wiil my when he gets home to-night ?” As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a. pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. Another Mephistopheliun rhymesber wmbles : Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don ; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on. The wail of the dlspirited housewife risas to the heavens: To-night when she is enthroned in her new house there will be many a. grievous rent and tear in the curtains and bed- clothes, and dilapidated chairs and tables, headless statuethes and crushed clocks will mark the trail of the truc-kman {mm street to street. And yet one poet has the heartlessnesa to sing : Then came tremendous emvulaions as the carpet was yanked up from the floor, and the Thing that had been a. Man heaved and v tossed and straightened out and heaved'and tossed agmn until the air was tilled-with dust and the leg of the sofa. was driven through a. family portrait. By and by, after such fearful contortions as cannot be described, It tore up the last strip of carpet and sent the clock flying from the mintellike a. catapult. Th6 lady of 15h; house could endure no more and she fled to the front basement, and, sinking on a. mll of oilcloth, bvurstjxm), tears. Vases, pictures, carpets, tables, chairs became 8.11 indistinguishable mass in the hands of this .raging, destructive Thing, that but this morning was a. Man. The famtly sham}; back in terror as It went whirling around like abobtailed steer in fly time. It dafbed into a. corner and began to pile the furniture up as if It were constructing a. Emerle pyre. The prayers and instructions of the lady of the house to be very careful grew more fervent and emphatic, and the faces of the little children who clung to her skirts grew paler. It game no Sign. V Suddenly, and apparently with unintend- ed haste, this Thing that had been a. Man, that had furniture and domestic utensils at home,tha.t liked to have bright things around him and a. Well kept and cheerful place to return to after the labor of the dayâ€" suddenly It broke loose. â€"Within a coaey parlor and beneath the chandelier that dangled from the ceiling, Rivas placed. The Man became a. Thing. Wi‘h shirt sleeve rolled back on the bmwny arm and the face hidden by the hideous smile which our civilization provides to conceal the reel intentmn of the mover, preceded by the trembling housewife and followed in deadly silence by the two assistants, It was taken upstairs. From that moment the truckmun ceased to exist. â€"Af'be:7 a. short; parley the sad-faced house- wife surrendered the house to them. It was the owner of the imposing May quipage, with his t_wo assistsfinps. Around her were her Lamas and Penaflies, wrapped up in newspapers or pieces of carpet, and her children Were sitting on the bare floor p1aying.1&oks with her best cuff buttons. A truck drove up to the house and three man stood at the intent door. Her husband had left her but an hour before, fleeing from the wrath to pomeâ€" the arrival of the man who was it) move them. A pale-faced woman sat onthe end of a. trunk in an uptown house this morning. She had a towel tied around her head and a. look of unutterable woe in her face. THE RAID. OF THE TRUCKMEN. MEERIE, MERRIE MAY. One. Experienée of the Many This Month. WHOLE NO. 1,297 NO. 50. [low the Home May be Blade Beauti- ful â€"â€" Picturesque Designsâ€"Artistic Eflccls Secured a! a Tn-ifllnu Cost. Cottage-like homes artistically adorned are often far more inviting than the im- posingabpdes of the favorites of. fortune. The unpretentiously, decorated home is wonderfully captivating, and'human nature basking in this charmed circle of dainty loveliness reoeivus a beneficial polish. Who that loves poetry would exchange the sweet simplicity and dainty beauty of the cottage home for the imposing grandeur of the stately mansion, with its lofty ceilings. pcnderous doors, immense halls, grand stairway and a multitude of decorations, perfectly bewildering .in their dazzling splendors. Strange as it may appear to the unthinking, a profusion of artistic effects is chilling and satiety is experienced, a most Oppressive sensation. A multiplicity of magnificent productions, collectively viewed, repels ; the picture excites wonder- ment; its magnitude alone will create surprise. And yet this costly abundance is not at all inspiring; elevation of thought can scarcely be derived from it. There poor human nature is apt to be aifected by envy and odious comparison. DOMESTIC ART. Beauty has become so general of late, appearing in some way in almost every- thing manufactured, there remains no longer an excuse for an absence of pretty effects in the homes of the humble. Of course grim poverty shuts out the slightest attempt to beautify its surroundings, but in homes where there is any comfort there is generally to be seen some sort of ornament on the mantelpiece, a tidy or two, pillow shame and white curtaips looped back with ribbon bows, disclosinga few pots of flowers. The children of the households gather at the ward schools agreat dealof art informa- tion. The needlework of to-day surpasses in beauty of form and liberality of detail the embroideries of “ ye olden time," and the facilities in the execution of home decorations have been and are daily so agreeably improved and «increased that it is, indeed, a delightful pastime for ladies and girls to engage in those artistic pursuits, the results of which adorn our homes so charmingly, and are absolutely educators of refirement and promoters of sensibility. THE “ ART 0mm." What is termed the “ art craze “has cer- tainly brought about a marvellous change in the home circle. The wheels of fancy industries have been set in motion in the cause of art and a multitude of home decora- tions have been invented, Manufacturers have caught this spirit of household adorn- ing and a host of lovely things have been brought out. Appliqued flowers and figures of all sorts of birds, insects, reptiles and quaint images are sold at extraordinarily low prices. Silk and worsted embroidery, all ready to apply on plush,velvet or brocade beads in all colors ;.gold and silver cards and numerous other beautiful articles for fancy work are sold. very reasonably. How in the world the “ strong-minded ” women, advocating the adoption of, masculine pur- suits, v‘rvisection, dissection,‘ ballot mam oouvring, etc., can see their argument over- shadowed by parlor-like industries for beautifying the home and not cry out with a loud voice against such (to them) pusillanimous labors, is surprising. Indeed they have already stigmatized bric-a-brac as rubbish. However, domestic art is daily increasing, and these home industries give color to many households where economy is a chief study. Pretty decorations are not necessarily expensive, while their pre- sence graces the various rooms in the most pleasing manner, sending out a sunny effect that gives a glow to everyday life. LET APPROPRIATENESS RULE . To be sure one must not forget that appro- priateness should be the rule in art decora- tions. This is not only true in the correctness of designs and the novturalness of their execution, but it applies to the fitness of the adornments. Handsomely embroidered sofa cushions, plush picture frames, mantle lambrequins. finished off with fringe or lace. to produce aharmonious effect, must have corresponding surround- ings. But there is no reason why a simple home cannot have pretty mats made of braided rags; cheese cloth curtains, six cents per yard, neatly edged with lace and looped back with bright bits of ribbon, stand “ splashens " of coarse cloth nicely finished with a row of cotton fringe. In the homes of the thrifty, door panels appropriately painted, give an indescriba- ble richness to the beauty of the whole. This art decoration does not entail a great outlay of money when executed by the ladies of the household. Diligent work is, however, manifest. Many very artistic ideas can be portrayed in panel decora- tion. A design of wonderful effect is com- posed of two shaded purple irises crossing each other, and intermingled with the leaves is a small spray of convolvulus. Another rich design is a long sprig of apple blossoms with two humming birds hover- ing near. Embroidered panels are very handsome. Plush lambrequins for the mantel piece are adorned With chenille work. Cretonne-lambrequins, edged with lace, are lovely and very cheap. THE SILLY SIDE . Of course there are many silly things done in the effort to secure artistic effects. Dado creations are sometimes ridiculous shame. One enthusiastic woman read about the dado, and only learned that the walls were in some way adorned by this sort of art production, but for the life of her she could not conceive whatadado really was. She inquired and was informed that a dado consisted of anything pretty tacked to the wall. A few days after her parlor looked like a bazaar with all the fancy goods fastened to .the walls. A lady hunting after ceramic ornaments, who was rich yet close with money. was indignant at the price asked for a pair of small bisque figures, and selected a pair of china ornaments instead, exclaiming in a triumphant manner, “ These are sweetly prettyâ€"good enough for any lady’s parlor.” INEXI’ENSIVE DECORATIONS. Many handsome decorations are manipu- latiid from scraps of fine dress goods. Industrious fingers, guided by artistic taste, will shape out leaves, buds and blossoms, also add devices from bits of flannel, wool suitings and cloth, and buttonhole the same to baize or any gonds suitable for table- covers, and the effect is very beautiful. The decoration of china and unglazed pot- tery is a charming occupation. Completed sets are- sometimes adorned in a style to match the finishings of the dining room. Perchance the tea set is in blue, crimson and gold, shades that predominate in the carpet, upholstery and wall paper. Indian, Persian and Egyptian patterns are copied as edgings upon dessert sets, having some unique figure in the centre. The Palissy wave tints, intense blue and violet, are very attractive as backgrounds to floral and other designs painted in natural colors. such as, MMMHA-lâ€"A‘ 9e 1" HOUSEHOLD DECIDBATION- A London newsboy has been sentenced to a. month’s imprisonment for pushing business by crying out " Horrible Aesaesinr- tion of the Marquis of Lorne,” and for resisting the police. The prisoner pleaded that he only shouted “ Attempted Assassi- nation of the Marquis of Lorne ” and that weewhat was stated in the paper he was selling. There is no doubt that somebody ought to have had a. month’s hard labor, but we are not so sure it was the neweboy, and he was so disgusted that he told Sir Robert Garden, the magistrate, that the next time he was sentenced to a. month’s imprisonment it would be for something. They kept that horrible attempt pretty quiet at Ottawa. Beware of the stuff that pretends to sure these diseases or other ‘serious Kidney, Urinary or Liver Diseases, as they only relieve for a. time and makes you ten times worse afterwards, but rely solely on Hop Bitters, the only remedy that Will surely and permanently cure you. _ It destroys and removes the cause of disease so'efl’ectu- ally that it never returns. ' Rauavalomanjaka, Queen of Madagascar, is said to spend half an hour or an hour regularly every morning in prayer and reading the Bible. of business yesterday to ask to be per- mitted to take the oath. The Speaker asked the guidance of the House. There were loud cries for Mr. Gladstone, but he did not rise. Sir Stafford Northcote stated that he would propose that Mr. Bradlaugh be precluded from going through such form. Mr. Gladstone said he could raise no objection to the motion, which under the circumstances Sir Stafford Northcote was the proper person to make. On motion of Mr. Labouchere it was decided to hear Mr. Bradlaugh in bus own behalf. Mr. Bradlaugh said the House last evening rejected the Affirma- tion Bill, which would enable him to take his seat. It was now his duty 10 take the oath. The law gave him a. seat in the House, and in the name of the law he demanded it. His exclusion was an act of flagrant iniquity. No act of his justified the action of the House, which should declare the seat vacant, or pass a bill disqualifying him. As long as he was not disqualified he could claim his seat. Mr. Laboucbere opposed the motion of Sir Stafi‘ord Northcote. Mr. Gladstone, in moving the previous question, announc- ed that he would vote with Mr, Labou- chere against the motion. The motion carried by 27]. to 165. Mr. Bradlaugh again addressed the House, arguing in favor of his claim to the seat. After speaking half an hour he returned to his usual seat below the bar and the subject dropped. Bread is the grub that makes the butter- fly. ' Particulars of the railway accident west of Moose Jaw report that; a. few Indians only were seriously injured, and one squaw mortally. The Indians are imbued with the idea that the engineer wrecked the train purposely, and pursued and threat- ened to scalp him, but were pacified through the interpreters and resumed their journey. A London cablegram says: In the House of Commons the Speaker stated that a. letter from Mr. Bradlaugh an- nounced his intention at the beginning A telegram from M00518 Jaw reports that the train which matted from Maple Creek on Tuesday night with 300 of Chief Pie-8.- pot’s band of Indians, which are being transported to the n Ba! va am Qu’Appelle, ran off the track, dumping the ludiuns in the ditch. Most of 'the Indians started to walk home to end of track. They declare that if the Govarnment wish to transport them to Qu’Appelle, the Indian Depart- ment must supply them with carts, as they have had enough of railroads. A Winnipeg despatoh says : Civic mat- ters‘ here are in a perfect jumble. General Rosser. who was appointed a short time ago city engineer, has by by-law, for re- consideration, been superseded by one Wass‘el.‘ The Mayor has vetoed the action of the Council as illegal, and thus matters stand. It-is rumored that application will be made at the approaching meeting of the Legislature to dissolve the Council. Busi- ness is hampered every week by internal dissension among the alderman. Col. Sykes is now bus.in engiged in pre- paring to: operations on his vase farm of sixty; spcbions neat Qu’Appelle. HIS steam plough, capable of breaking 90 mares per day, will arrive next week. It may be some satisfaction to Emer- sonians,who_are now obliged to pay 20 cents per pound for beefateak, that in Brandon the price of that luxury is 25 cents per pound. ‘he Atheist M. P. not Allowed to Swear. Gus was struck lately in a. well six miles west of Wolseley, near Regina. The well- digger was suffocated. His body was not xeoovered at lash accounts. ‘ Miss McDiarmid, of Sparta, Ont, has been appointed teacher in the third depart- ment of Brandon Public School, at a. salary of $500 a year, odd Accident to a Body 01 Indiansâ€" â€"§onle Big Farmingâ€"Tru- Springu Discovered. Maple sugar making near Selkirk has been going on actlvely this spring, and con- siderable quantities have been boiled down. \Vlmt u Buflalo Paper” Thinks _01 Elm New York Aldermen. A Buffalo despatch says: The Commercial Advertiser, referring to the fact that the New York alderman have passed a resolu- tion requesting the trustees of the East River bridge to change the date for the opening of that great work from May 24th to May A3Dth, on the extraordinary ground that the time first appointed happens to he the birthday of the Queen of England, says : “There is something peculiarly exasper- ating in this insolent demand that one day in the calendar shall be put'un’der a ban and publicly declared a dies non, because the ruler of a certain foreign country hap- pened to be born on that day. What 16 Queen Victoria’s birthday to the people of New York and Brooklyn one way or another? What if it happened to be the birthday of Jefferson Davis or Benedict Arnold, or any other man or woman living or dead? The aldermanic protest is singu- larly stupid as well as impudent. but its animus is unmistakable. The majority of the aldermen are, as usual, of Irish race, and they have let their Anglophobia run away with then: common sense. They seem to be Irishmen first, and only inci- ldentally Americans, which is not a tenable position for an American citizen to occupy. The fact that the change of date on the grounds alleged would be an uncalled-for insult to the ruler in question would be reason enough for refusing to comply with it. Towards Queen Victoria personally the American people have always cherished the kindest feelings, and on more than one occasionâ€" notably during the civil war and at the time of President Garfield’s death -â€"she manifested her good-will towards them in a not-to-be-forgotten manner.” wild azalias, a. trailing branch of blackber- ries with leaves, and delicate ambeeque figures with ‘hair lines encircling their outer edges: :Esop’s tables; are often retold in pictorial {cuties on china. sets and plaques. Home art appears to have no limit, and these fancy industries have a. firm footing even in the abodes of thu wcalthy._ THE BllADLAUGH FRAL‘AS. LATE N08’l‘ll‘VEB'l‘ NE‘VS. Bright’s Budge, Diabetes THE QUEEN A Newsboy-’3 Crime. ’5 BIBTHDA Y.