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going up the steps of one of t hose handsome 
houses on Fifth Avenue; one with the great 
lions each side of the door, that 1 used to 
walk past just to look at, because it carried 
me back to Mia cam Italia, with the great 
marble palaces and the churches reaching 
way up to heaven. We seemed to have a 
right to go there, for 1 felt very grand, and 
everybody aeted as though they thought 1 
was, too; they didn’t push by and scowl at 
us, as they used to when you tried to rest on 
the steps once. 
“ We went on through the a vide hall into 
a grand parlor, all ablaze with glittering 
chandeliers, and spoke to ever so many peo¬ 
ple, and they were nil so kind. \ kept think¬ 
ing you must ho some great prince in dis¬ 
guise, for they all followed you and seemed 
to court your notice, just as they did in Al¬ 
bino, when his Highness Victor passed 
through. One tall, splendid old man came 
up to you at last and said, 1 Signor, we can¬ 
not let you ofT any longer; you must play 
for us.’ 1 looked up at your dear eyes and 
you couldn’t see me any better than now, so 
1 knew it was surely you beside me, and you 
looked more noble than any of them. 1 lost 
everything after that till 1 saw you opposite 
me in a great festival room. I could not see 
to the other end of mv table, it was so long 
and there were so many crowded round it. 
It was like fairy country, the signoras were 
so wonderful and their jewels glowed just 
like fire. 
“But the feast! lather, that was what I 
looked at. 1 wanted to taste everything so 
much. There were queer pyramids jn all 
kinds of pale colors, and they cut them 
right down with a knife, .and when they 
gave me some it was cold, cold, and froze 
my hand, so I put it down. Then there were 
piles of cakes everywhere in silver dishes, 
and there was snow on the top, and it made 
me shiver to look, for it has been so cold 
here. And fruit,— yes, heaps of fruit, not 
so beautiful as we used to lmve it, but the 
shimmer of the light made the poaches so 
tempting; and the grapes were white and 
big; and my throat was so dry 1 longed to 
take them all. Then there were quantities 
of bright candy scattered round on golden 
plates, and more made into castles and birds 
and delicate figures. They looked as if they 
would melt away in your mouth, and 1 was 
no hungry. 1 wondered if any one knew it. 
“But the strangest part of all was, 1 
couldn’t get anything to eat, and felt the 
gnawing pain till the time. The gentleman 
next me was very good, and brought, me 
things till my plate was heaped. Every one 
seemed to think Hie fruits so luscious, hut 
they were all cheats to me. 1 tried to taste, 
but everthing 1 took was like air. I could 
not believe 1 was eating, but my pile kept 
decreasing all the time. 1 wanted to cry, 1 
was so tired and sorry, but l was afraid the 
rest would know why. Just, when I was 
looking for you, to go away, 1 heard my 
name, and turning a little, saw llio dear 
friend who came to us in Italy. I was going 
to speak ; he was close to me, and said 1 Mia 
Viola,’ and 1 awoke and you were here. It 
is so cold, 1 would we had never come away 
to this great city.” 
“ Alt! child, maybe we shall find the good 
man who came in your dream. It is an omen. 
We came here for his sake, and to sec your 
mother’s country. Bleep, and dream again, , 
while 1 go out for awhile.” 1 
The signor and his daughter lived in a ; 
Italian girl. They hoped to find him, and 
through him gain the influence in musical 
ciroles they needed at lirst. But t heir search 
was fruitless, and now, from their sunny 
home, they had come, at last, to their pres¬ 
ent miserable resting place; and blithe, hap¬ 
py Viola cried for food, and the blind man, 
day after day, trudged out with his harp — a 
last resource—and grew more and mote 
desponding. 
The winter had been cold, and his thin, 
worn-oat coat did not keep the chill from 
his heart. To-day, as ho thought of his vine¬ 
yards and sweet breezes and warm, redolent, 
garden, he felt restless to go back, at odds 
with all the world—hitter against the Maker 
of it. "1 cannot see; 1 may have passed 
my friend every day, ami I not know it. 
The passers-by are deal when I speak to 
them, and Jus would never know me as I am, 
— utterly powerless! throwing my talent 
away! I could play on their organs, but 
they scorn my offers. And how can 1 won¬ 
der they should reject a pitiable creature 
like me?” and he lilted a mute, appealing 
look to heaven, ns he plodded drearily on 
after his little leader. 
eager desire. But she burst into tears as she ly active use of my imagination to endow 
said: places and things with special interest l>e- 
“ I don’t seem to want it now. I can’t cause some notorious individual has looked 
bear to have them give you things, just as if upon the same previously, 
we were beggars. Take it away; I shall But Pilot Knob in itself is of interest. It 
never get well; I want to die! ” is the iron crown of a solid mountain of iron, 
“Ah, no, dear little one,” and Mr. Fer- six hundred feet high, a mile in diameter at 
uars stood beside her, “ you must live for the base and narrowing to an apex at the 
me. 1 was your beggar in Italy; be mine i top, like n toadstool. Wc walked from the 
now, and take what I bring.” bottom to the top last night, and sitting on 
Viola turned her questioning, bewildered the topmost-est rock of iron, watched the 
“ Please, harp-man, stop at my uncle’s and 
play. He’s been in Italy and lie says that’s 
where you people came from; and we want 
to hear your music.” 
With little change from bis dull cadence, 
the man rested his harp on the pavement 
and played; but. the music made him happy, 
and he forgot lie was poor, till a voice said : 
“ Here’s one of those pesky people again, 
Fkukaus, and you’ll have a crowd round 
here soon. Do send, him away, for it’s by 
your own house.” 
“ Why, no; the man plays exquisite 
pieces,” replied his friend, “ ami I must hear 
Win, 1 really enjoy it as muei) as the Phil¬ 
harmonic,- more, because the audience are 
all attention, and quiet here. You know, 
! since my life in the old world, I have a fel¬ 
low-feeling for till wanderers. That man 
loves his art; listen !’’ 
“ O, pshaw! I don’t relish a crowd of 
young ragamuffins, and it is gathering now. 
Adieu, till you come to your senses !” 
The man’s hand was not steady, lie fal¬ 
tered, and the tune went wrong. 
“ You arc tired, my good fellow,” said Mr. 
Peru Alts. “ Come round here and rest. 
My little niece will be delighted to have your 
, music all to herself.” 
Slowly Signor Asti followed his old friend, 
removing his hut as lie took the proffered 
seal. Was help and a new life within his 
grasp, and should his pride give the death¬ 
blow to all ?" 
“ Your face is new to me,!’ said the pleas¬ 
ant voice; “I thought I knew all of your | 
craft, hen:; but so many come, and I have 
been away. I wonder you can live this,” 
and he looked in a puzzled way at the noble, 
sorrowful face, that seemed capable of greater 
things. 
“ I am blind; what can 1 do.?” 
Mr. Fkku \rs started. 
“Where have I seen j'ou? I know that 
voice, certainly. But, blind— and in New 
York, and playing in the. streets—it cannot 
l ie. Yes, yes, you arc Signor Asti, spite ofvour 
disguise,” and he grasped his hand with a 
welcoming clasp. “ IIow arc you, my dear 
friend? O the places where 1 looked for yon 
on my way back! At Arbino.all they would 
tell me was that you had left. And here you 
are at my door. How is my pet, Viola? 
eyes to his face; then a restful peace stole 
into them, and she asked nothing more. 
“ 1 said we would not leave here till to¬ 
morrow, father,” and Viola glanced lovingly 
round the bare room where she had found 
her greatest joy. In a week 1 shall he so 
grand,—his wife,—and then to go to the 
great party at his brother’s! That is my 
waking dream. I never thought ho could 
love poor little me. That was why I grieved 
so much. Just one month ago, think how 
different it was ! 
“ And ) r ou, too, father, are a great man 
now. They linger to hear the music every 
Sunday, and 1 hear them say:—‘ Wonderful! 
Grand! It is inspiration! ’ You will he very 
rich now, with the concerts they say you must 
give, and all your scholars. My dream, how 
strange it was!—so sweet in its wakillg, too. 
Wouldn’t the world be happy if all dreams 
came true ? ” 
Smtbtltr. 
( s> 
ON THE WAY. 
Tin- Viilley nl Aren din. 
Six hours ride south from Bt. Louis, via 
the Iron Mountain Railroad, finds us seated 
under an oak, near a spring of soft., cool, 
mineral water in this delightful valley. The 
region all about hero for miles is of great 
interest; but wc came down here solely to 
get fresh air, pure milk, and spring chickens 
cooked as they ought to be, after being well 
picked and singed. J do not like to eat pin 
leathers any more than I do tomato skins, 
and everybody out here slices them with the 
skins oil, which is outrageous. 
Xllts, who is writing near me, and has 
a poet's hair, is enthusiastic over the. tink¬ 
ling cow bills, the sound Of the chopper’s 
ax, the shrill piping of locusts or katydids— 
there is a difference, I suppose—and various 
other sounds that vibrato On this clear, sweet, 
stars come out. It was a most beautiful 
view. South of us, the tops of the Ozark 
Mountains laced and interlaced themselves 
in billowy embraees— wliicli is an original 
comparison! Bcneatli us lay the peaceful 
hamlet of Ironton, with lights gleaming from 
the windows, and at our right slept the 
peaceful Valley of Arcadia. The air felt un¬ 
usually strong and bracing, and every little 
sound from Hie earth below came to our cars 
clear and perfect. To use a purely feminine 
expression, it was just npkndid! We. left 
the Knob, which crowns the mountain top 
like the ruins of an old castle, most regretfully, 
half fearing wc should not get so near heaven 
again very soon. Trees of black oak grow 
quite plentifully from the iron soil. Mining 
has been carried cm here for nearly twenty 
years, but the mountain is diminished but a 
trifle. The ore yields about seventy-eight 
per cent, of pure, iron, and is mostly smelled 
here. But, strange as it may seem, the rail- 
toad bars on the trucks leading to and from 
here, are of English iron. Iron is as com¬ 
mon here as stones and rocks in New Eng¬ 
land. On Shepherd Mountain, near by, 
magnetic iron is found, and the Arcadian 
youths delight in picking up knives and 
watch-keys with the ore. 
There seems tube no limit to the minerals 
found here. In adjoining counties are lead, 
tin and copper mines. We found some very 
line specimens of wilphurcts, various kinds 
of spar, mica, limestones, etc., etc. 
Our thanks are due to the Superintendent 
of the Iron Mountain Railroad for special 
kindness and courtesy. 
Shaw’s Boianicnl Gardens. 
Bt. Louis, August. 
Yesterday we enjoyed our ride about the 
city, visiting, cn route , the Missouri Botanical 
Gardens of Henry Shaw, the man who was 
sued for breach of promise many years ago, 
when such suits were not so common as now. 
He is a jolly old bachelor of seventy, and 
about as good and bad as one expects a 
bachelor to he. We were so fortunate as to 
secure the company of the State Entomolo- 
air. He is quite oblivious to the beauties of gist, Ciias. Valentine Riley, and Mary 
some nasty pigs a few rods away, and the 
quacking of ducks from a muddy pond near 
by. But there are no mosquitoes here, 
which is a profound blessing. Looking in 
the glass a few mornings ago, I found my 
face, as spotted as a lizard, and to tell yon 
the exact number of bites I counted on my 
bands and face would be overwhelming. 
Some good soul said, “ Bat lie your face and 
hands in strong soda water.” I found the tiful moths, and gorgeous caterpillars, (what meters, (each five-eighths of a mile,) spread- 
remedy a good one. common people call caterpillars,—he has fan- mg over a surface of 12,294 square kilometers. 
Woman is recognized here. At the Area- ,astic Latin uames for everything.) But The thoroughfares, opened within the last 
dia House, when; we are stopping, we find wlmt infinitely to his credit, he knows a fifteen years, extend to 130 kilometers. A 
that the proprietors arc Mr. and Mrs. Rob- fc ' v Hi'mgs aside from bugs; and, unlike most great number of streets arc still without foot- 
1SKTSON. As the landlady is usually the men > Hkes (o ,IUVC Hits own way. paths, because the total length of the side- 
chief pin in the paper, it. seems quite in One great delight about this garden is the ’Walks in Paris is only 1,088 kilometers, or 272 
keeping to recognize the fact. It is a bar- healthy, prosperous look of all the plants, leagues; whereas, if all were provided, there 
monioua place here, too. People of all foreign as well as native. There were beds would he an extent of 424 leagues of walk- 
religious sects eat together, at least. The and borders of petunias, and verbenas, and ' n S paths. A length of 131 kilometers is 
Bishop of Missouri — Episcopalian — sits at geraniums, and zinnias, and lady slippers—I planted and shaded by 90,577 trees, forming 
the head of one table, as meek and strait- like the old name—and fuchsias and lark- what is termed the ulajnemcnt. 
laced and world-disdainfuUooking as could Spurs in full bloom, with innumerabfo other The public promenades and squares of 
be desired. A Catholic priest at another, flowers. The walks radiate geometrically Paris occupy a total space of 4,783 hectares, 
w ears his Irish nationality right visibly, A from a lower in the centre, in which one of which the Bois de Boulogne covers 847, 
deacon, or half priest, sits near by, a right can sit and look down the gorgeously bar- that of Vincennes 800, the Park of the Buttes- 
Uonest, clear-faced young fellow, whom I dcred avenues. Against the walls the fig Chaumont 25, the contemplated grounds of 
w ould not mind confessing to. The ladies vines hung full of figs, while in the couser- Mont-Souris 18, and the Park de Monceau 
chatter over their tea about what their vatories were pine-apples ripening. The 8 l L The lighting of the public streets is 
friends at Saratoga and Long Branch are faded blossoms of the Night Blooming effected by 33,859 lamps, of which 32,320 are 
doing. It seems strangely enough that New- Cereus hung limp and languid from their gas and 1,539 oil. Of coal, 400,000 tons are 
Yorkers and folks from “Down East” should stalks. It would be useless to attempt to consumed annually In the gas-works of Paris, 
have wandered away here to spend the catalogue all the beautiful and curious The capital consumes at present 350,000,- 
su in liter. tropical growths congregated here. Such 000 liters of water (each a little more than a 
Yesterday we made a raid on the moult- things are too stupid, when no idea of what quart) every twenty-four hours ; and it will 
tains about. We drove to an immense is seen by the writer can be conveyed to the receive 100,000,000 liters additional when the 
granito quarry first The granite is like the reader. waters of the Vanne shall have been brought 
Scotch, or Aberdeen, and the formation is The garden is always open to visitors, and in, and the two Artesian Wells at the Buttes- 
most wonderful. Acres and acres are cov- is il famous resort. Mr. Shaw has offered it aux-Cailles ami the Place llehcrt are at work 
■red with it, floored with it, and it is smooth *° the city of St. Louis on condition that it yielding a supply. The number of reser- 
md clean, with only a sparse growth of he cared for in the future as now. The offer voirs is seventeen, capable of containing in 
lichen upon its surface. Distributed about Iias 1101 as j*et been accepted. It is un- the aggregate 244,000,000of liters- but for a 
Murtaficldt, (“Marie Estelle,”) who is one - +++-— - 
of the brightest faced, clearest In thought THE CITY OF PARIS. 
and speech, of any ladies we have met in a - 
long time. Mr. Riley is an easy, off-hand, According to Baron Hauss.uan’s late 
Americanized young Englishman, of the statement, the superficies of the French ca pi- 
oval, brunette type of face, and as devoted is 7,802 hectares, (each two and a halt 
to his hugs as the stars arc to the night. Of acres,) of which Paris proper covers 3,402, 
course he is authority on all small, live things, and the annexed zone 4,400. The network 
and Juts a cabinet full of dead bugs and beau- of public streets measures lineally 850 kilo- 
its inhabitants. Many of the buildings are 
faced with a species of light gray sandstone, 
which is at once neat, elegant and cheerful. 
Arti-ts. 
There arc but few landscape painters here. 
Bell paints some really fine landscapes, 
and is quite famous here. Ilis studio adjoins 
that of (Jonant, a portrait painter. One 
day, while waiting for something to “ turn 
up," and observing Con.vnt’s subjects come 
for sittings, lie exclaimed desperately, “ I 
wish some one would come in and sit for a 
landscape,” Mu. Conaxt is one of the 
genialist and manliest artists we have ever 
met. Full of kindly words, wit, good and 
delicate feeling, and with a fair stock of 
Common sense, it is natural to infer that he 
understands the human face divine, and 
paints it accordingly. Personally, he is 
pleasant to look at, tall, slender, erect, with 
wavy but well-kept dark hair and beard, 
and large, bright, black eyes, with comely 
features. Reid paints portraits, and is a 
strong portrait in himself. E. B. IJ. Julio, 
a splendid-eyed young portrait painter from 
the Isle of Bt. Helena, is painting Gens. 
Lee and Stonewall Jackson on horse¬ 
back. The riders did not interest us so 
much, hut we never saw horses painted so 
well before. His horses are enough to make 
one wish to be a horse. Such eyes, and 
lire and intelligence, and nerve and manner, 
and life and naturalness—why, this young 
Julio paints horse portraits and horse pic¬ 
tures as well as—alas! there is no one to 
compare him with. 
Writing of artists reminds me of a young 
Illinois artist just home from Paris, where 
he. visited the studio ofM. Yoou, the artist 
who is painting an allegorical picture of 
“ Emancipation” for A. T. Stewart fin- the 
modest consideration of $45,000. The can¬ 
vas stretches across three, apartments of the 
studio, and many animals are introduced. 
Yoou had drawn his oxen with the old- 
fashioned harness of sonic son, w hereupon 
the Illinoisan informed Jiim that that would 
not, do in America.; he must harness them 
with a yoke. He also enlightened him in 
regard to several other details equally ab¬ 
surd, all of which shows the absurdity of 
employing a purely lbrcign artist, totally 
ignorant of American manners and habits, 
to paint a purely American subject. He re¬ 
ports Yoou to be a port mi t painter and 
drawer of simply marvellous power and 
rapidity. Constant Mayer’s “Consola¬ 
tion”—a Bister reading to a sick soldier— 
is in one of the galleries here, and attracts 
much merited attention. Mintwood. 
- 9 -*^- —- 
THE CITY OF PARIS. 
According to Baron IIaussman’s late 
statement, the superficies of the French capi¬ 
tal is 7,802 hectares, (each two and a halt 
tiful moths, and gorgeous caterpillars, (what 
common people call caterpillars ,—he has fan¬ 
tastic Latin names for everything.) But 
what is infinitely to his credit, he knows a 
few things aside from bugs; and, unlike most 
men, likes to have his own way. 
One great delight about this garden is the 
healthy, prosperous look of all the plants, 
foreign as well as native. There were beds 
and borders of petunias, and verbenas, and 
Bishop of Missouri — Episcopalian — sits at geraniums, and zinnias, and lady slippers—I 
vie i icu pm oi "’city; the street was and why did you take this curious way of the head of one table, as meek and strait- HLc the old name—and fuchsias and lark- what is 
nariow, ami daik, am. still, unlike many ol coming to me? Didn’t, you know I would laced and world-disdainfu]-lookiug as could spurs in full bloom, with iimtimembfo other The | 
those dismal, unknown places. The house welcome you anywhere ?” be desired. A Catholic priest at another, flowers. The walks radiate geometrically Paris oc 
was old and tottering, groaning with deep, No reply came, and Mr. F. saw that his wears his Irish nationality right visibly, A from a lower in the centre, in which one “f wine 
foreboding sounds at every blast, of wind; 
the feeble stairs creaked under a child’s 
weight, and the rooms were like all the rest. 
This was the end of all the fond desires,— 
of all the planning and the hoping, — for 
Viola in coming to (lie mother’s land. The 
little Italian was half American, for her 
mother never let her forget her home; but 
all her descriptions were dreamy and unreal 
at she looked through the magic mirror ol 
the past and told her wonderft.il, earnest 
stones to Hie little girl. But. they did their 
work, while the child thought upon them 
night and day; so when her mother died, 
she would say to her father,—“ Let us go to 
America, that great, free place, where every 
one can work, and wc shall lie happy.” For 
Signor Asia was growing blind; and among 
so many gifted children of song, lie was 
neglected. 
So they would decide again and again to 
start on their voyage, yet. it was not ac¬ 
complished till two months before. The 
signor was very sick; his friends one by one 
had fallen away, because he loved his foreign 
wife and was drawn to her belief. So when 
the young American, Mr. Ferkars, came to 
stay in their lovely village a few weeks, his 
enthusiastic words hastened the old resolve, 
and as soon as the signor was better he and 
Viola left the land of sweet memories for 
the new country. 
Air. F. used to say, half in jest, “ When 
you come to New York hunt me up and 
we’ll live together;” for everywhere lie went 
he was followed by the haunting eyes of the 
old friend was completely broken down- 
great sobs choked his utterance. But, as if 
ashamed of his weakness, he conquered his 
feeling, saying with a. kind of stately pride: 
" Beggars should not come to you. You see 
me as I am. Yours is the first kindly greet¬ 
ing that has met me on t hese foreign shores.” 
The warm grasp encouraged him to go on, 
and his sad story was soon told, with all its 
disappointments and despairing endeavors. 
Ilis heavy burden had fallen olf, and he 
seemed young again. 
How soon will hope spring up in the si¬ 
lent, withered heart! We think it dead for¬ 
ever; wc have been balked at. every turn, 
and success shall never be our portion, we 
say. But a friendly hand is stretched forth. 
would not mind confessing to. The ladies 
chatter over their tea about what their 
friends at Saratoga and Long Branch are 
doing. It seems strangely enough that New- 
Yorkers and folks from “ Down East” should 
have wandered away here to spend the 
summer. 
Yesterday we made a raid on the moun¬ 
tains about. We drove to an immense 
granite quarry first. The granite is like the 
Scotch, or Aberdeen, and the formation is 
most wonderful. Acres and acres are cov¬ 
ered with it, floored with it, and il is smooth 
and clean, with only a sparse growth of 
lichen upon its surface. Distributed about 
We rise out of the depths; light and joy upon its surface are immense boulders of the tloubledly the finest botanical garden in city like Paris-Ilia 
stay near us; and the sad world yve once same, weighing thousands of tons, and some America, and has a national value. since it represents 
knew is like the vision of a dream. rounded off to so small a resting point, as to The National Capitol. day’s consumption. 
An hour later, Mr. Ferrars and his be rocked by a moderately strong man. 
triend stood at the threshold of the dark 
I room, where A iola still waited with pining 
impatience. Mr. F. eagerly stepped for¬ 
ward, but. the signor laid a detaining hand 
on his shoulder. 
“ Ah, wait, my friend. She is almost 
starved sometimes. Your gift shall go be¬ 
fore you.” 
“ Oh, father, have you brought me some¬ 
thing ? I keep thinking of my dream-feast, 
so I long for the good things.” 
“ Yes, dear.” 
He could not trust his voice further, as lie 
opened the basket. 
Viola snatched -what lie gave her, with 
They are of various shapes and sizes, and 
look like great, elephants or monstrous ani¬ 
mals in stone. There seems to be enough 
of this granite here to make gravc-stoncs for 
all the people in (he West for all time to 
come. As yet it is used mostly for building 
purposes, as its exceeding hardness renders 
it difficult to utilize. 
Pilot Knob. 
Tho martial interest of this locality is well 
known to most readers. As nearly every 
trace of war is removed, there is no special 
visible interest to arouse an enthusiasm, 
such as some people profess to feel on such 
talks. It would be useless to attempt to consumed annually in the gas-works of Paris, 
atalogue all the beautiful and curious The capital consumes at present 350,000,- 
ropieal growths congregated here. Such 000 liters of water (each a little more than a 
Lings are too stupid, when no idea of what quart) every twenty-four hours; and it will 
j seen by the writer can be conveyed to the receive 100,000,000 liters additional when the 
. waters of the Vanne shall have been brought 
The garden is always open to visitors, and in, 8n d the two Artesian Wells at the Butte* 
i a famous resort. Mr. Shaw has offered it aux-Cailles and the Place llehcrt are at work 
j the city of St. Louis on condition that it yielding a supply. The number of reser- 
e cared for in the future as now. The offer voirs is seventeen, capable of containing in 
as not as yet been accepted. It is tin- the aggregate 244,000,000 of liters; but for a 
oubtedly the finest botanical garden in city like Paris-that reserve is insignificant, 
.merica, and has a national value. since it represents no more than a single 
The National Capitol. day’s consumption. There are in Paris .1,380 
The people of Bt. Louis expect to have kilometers of water pipes and conduits of 
the National Capitol here, ns surely as they various dimensions. The sewerage extends 
expect to die sometime. For fear of having to 518 kilometers, of which distance 176 are 
the morals of the city contaminated by C’on- lofty and broad, provided with rails and suit- 
gressmen and Senators and office - seekers, able boats. There ave 1,642 educational 
they propose locating the capitol a few miles establishments, comprising 174,620 pupils ; 
out of town. Quarantine Island has been the charitable houses have 11,260 beds, and 
maliciously proposed, non. T. M. Blow the bureaux de biwfainanee distributed aid in 
offers five hundred acres of valuable land 1887 lo 105,119 indigent persons. 
near Carondelet for the site. So far as cen- ---- 
tralization, climate, and locality go, there is It requires not a little real philosophy to 
much in favor of transferring Washington enable one to travel widely arid enjoy his 
from the Potomac to the Mississippi. journeyings. There are many annoyances 
The many new’ and beautiful residences upon the road which, if not home with foj 
recently erected about this city indicate tho titude, will impair all the pleasures, and 
grounds, I confess it requires an exceeding- J rapid growth as well as wealth and taste of | render the traveler miserable. 
