BLUNDERS OR PAINTERS, 
PERSONAL ITEMS. 
hours’ waiting at the wharf? The other 
route is more direct,and would have brought 
us to our destination full five hours sooner,— 
and to a fellow in your frame of mind, that 
consideration, I should suppose, would have 
been of paramount importance.” 
“ None of your gibes, Doctor,” responded 
the other. “ I’m too much in earnest to 
stand jesting upon that subject, you know 
and the healthy, happy face sobered for an 
instant. “ And, as for the whim, you know 
as much about il as I do. Certainly, when 
we loll, La Fayette Place, I had no more 
thought of taking a New Haven steamer 
than you yourself. But just as we were on 
the point of passing Pier 81, I chanced to 
look up at ibis boat, and the great gilt letters 
of the words “Elm City,” stared, fairly 
glared at mo, and something seemed to say 
in my ear, as plainly as your voice will 
sound there a moment hence, ‘Stop, take 
this boat!’ And”—with a misty, far-away 
look in the dark, limpid eyes—“ and, though 
you may laugh at me for it, I cannot help 
feeling that in some way and somehow it 
will bring me nearer and sooner to her.” 
Something witty about Vermont super¬ 
stition hovered upon the very tip of Ken¬ 
nedy’s tongue, but he wisely forbore, and 
instead, by way of diversion, called his 
friend's attention to the group already men¬ 
tioned. 
Frank’s quick start was unnoticed by 
the doctor, and just then the irrepressible, 
fairy, who had been fidgeting for the last 
ten minutes in the vain attempt to keep 
still, startled her companions with “Well, 
Annie, don’t you think you and Will have 
been mooning long enough ? Suppose we 
have a little, singing? This light on the 
•water is so bewitching and romantic, and 
all that, that sober prose is quite too matter 
of fact for me. if i don’t sing pretty soon, 
I'm afraid L shall perpetrate some dreadful 
absurdity. 1 Only song, immortal song,’ you 
know.” 
And the little lady smoothed her plumage, 
settled herself bird-wise in her scat, and, 
followed by her friends, dashed at once into 
a melody so inspiriting, that, ringing far out 
over the dancing waters, the refrain was 
caught up by at least a dozen masculine 
ami feminine voices among the passengers, 
who, one by one, eagerly grouped them- 
selvos around the impromptu choir. 
Song alter song followed. The captain 
himself, delighted at. this unexpected enter¬ 
tainment of his guests, presented his thanks 
in person, ordered up refreshments, and, 
under the benign influence of moonlight, 
gong and wine, a social circle was impro¬ 
vised, such as is rarely composed of chance 
traveling companions, especially amid the 
city-like strangeness and reserve of the mul¬ 
titudes which crowd those immense Sound 
steamers. 
So absorbed had the Doctor been with all 
tills, that he did not think of Frank, until 
it suddenly occurred to him, that it was 
strange he had not contributed his superb 
voice to the singing. Turning to ask why, 
he found him flushed with excitement, his 
eyes luminous as stars, and a look as though 
every nerve, drawn and tense, was held in 
leash by main strength of will. Astounded 
ami anxious, he could learn nothing. Fr ank 
was tantftllzingly reticent. Only, if lie had 
not joined the singers, it was obviously from 
no lack of interest in them. For, as the 
Doctor followed his gaze, he could plainly 
see him devouring with bis eyes every move¬ 
ment of the two named Wiu, and Annie. 
“ Why, Langdon I” lie began, but was ab¬ 
ruptly cut short by a fierce grip of his arm, 
and the hoarse whisper, “ Kennedy, lell me, 
what do you think is the relationship be¬ 
tween those two?” Wholly unsuspicious of 
the truth, the Doctor carelessly blurted out, 
“I'm sure 1 don’t know ; husband or lover, 
probably.” 
As confounded and perplexed as Kenne¬ 
dy felt, lie was far from being prepared for 
the quick palor which overspread Frank’s 
face, and the evident jjain with which he al¬ 
most groaned, “ 1 knew it—I knew it,” as he 
sank hack in sudden syncope. 
Not caring to attract public attention, the 
Doctor shook him gently, and as quietly ns 
possible, tried other remedies. But failing 
to restore consciousness, was on the point of 
resorting to more stringent measures, when 
the cry, “ A race! A race I” brought him to 
his feet, and almost at the same moment, he 
saw Frank stand)ug at his side, erect, calm, 
alert, every vestige of his former excitement 
gone, and, as his friend remembered after¬ 
ward, with a strange look of preparedness. 
All eyes were directed toward the racing 
steamer, only a boat’s length in their rear; 
and almost before they had time to note its 
dangerous proximity, a tremendous shock 
was felt, and the “Elm City” lurched fear¬ 
fully. 
In the confusion no one seemed to notice 
that t he slender figure of Annie Fairfield, 
leaning too lightly upon (lie guards, lost bal¬ 
ance at tho instant of concussion, fluttered 
a moment in the air and dropped into the 
agitated waters. So sudden, so startling 
was it ail, that before even liar friends lmd 
missed her,. tLey were liorroiatruck by the 
L 
flash of her wan face, marble white against 
the black, cruel, gaping waves—an instant’s 
glimpse of strange, masculine features, 
ghastlier even than her own, and together 
the two sank from sight, or seemed to do so, 
as the waves, claimed by the rocking boat, 
yeast y and turbulent, dashed over them. 
Butin less than a thought’s space, they were 
again visible just within the moonlight's 
white cone, and while one strong arm was 
seen supporting Annie’s helpless form, its 
mate struck out manfully for the bow of 
the boat and stiller water. Many limes they 
were submerged, and il seemed to the breath¬ 
holding spectators that they must be lost be¬ 
fore help could come nigh them. But at this 
supreme moment of his life, Frank’s severe 
nerve and muscle, training served him well, 
as with strong, swift strokes, despite bis 
hampering dress, the dead weight lie was 
sustaining and the backward swash of the 
waves, he slowly, steadily neared the goal. 
By the time the life-boat, was lowered, Frank 
had reached it with his fair burden, and 
they were lifted in, dripping, half-fainting, 
but still warm with healing life, and soon in 
the arms of their respective friends. 
It was only after they had landed at the 
New Ilaveu dock, and seated themselves in 
the cars, that Frank opened his white, 
tremulous lips to say, in short, pathetic 
gasps, “ You see, Doctor—-the thought of 
her lias been—so much to me. I knew her 
the moment—l looked that way. And now 
—1 have saved—her life—for him—I sup¬ 
pose. But I’m glad—1 did it.” Then lie 
went off again, and the physician had need 
of all his skill and stimulants to keep his 
patient up, body and mind, for their ten 
hours’ ride to Ranlcigli. 
The next morning, as they were seated in 
the parlor of the only hotel in the village, 
busily engaged in discussing the best means 
of making Miss Fairfield’s acquaintance 
and ascertaining her true position — for, 
though terribly shaken in resolution, Frank 
was not one lo abandon so dear a purpose 
upon anything less than plainly — the 
opening door revealed the very object of bis 
jealous suspicion. At. sight of him, the 
probable possessor of tifo gem he had so con¬ 
fidently hoped to win and wear, all Frank’s 
trouble returned, and he haughtily rose to 
receive the new comer. Ignoring his frigid 
mien, lie whom the fairy called Will, 
walked straight up to him, and, without 
awaiting an introduction, seized both hands 
in 1 1 is, saying, with a quivering Voice, “ l 
never can thank you. No one could in 
words, hut you must come and see my-” 
“Thank you,” interrupted Frank, coldly; 
“ 1 am glad to have served you, but have no 
time for calls. My friend and sister will ab¬ 
sorb my whole attention during our short 
stay in town.” And lie was turning abrupt¬ 
ly away. 
Apparently, Will would not be so put off, 
and seizing Frank again, compelled him fo 
face him as he said, pleadingly, “After saving 
her life, you surely will not deny my—” 
Here the Doctor felt called upon to say, 
“Certainly, certainly, sir; I’ll bring him 
aroud Ibis evening.” 
And he did, in spite of Frank’s remon¬ 
strances—and to the very house under whose 
overarching trees he had spent such a happy 
quarterofan hour just nine months previous 
Annie Fairfield sat in the bay window 
of Lite parlor awaiting them, and after the 
first flush of emotion and surprise at meet¬ 
ing her preserver, and recognizing in him, 
with woman’s keen instinct, the singer of the 
Circus, she found breath and self-possession 
to introduce him to “ My dear and grateful 
brother Will!” 
The alphabet and dictionary are very 
comfortable institutions in their way, and I 
do not like to disparage them, but 1 honestly 
think they wouldn’t be of the slightest use 
to me in attempting to portray Frank 
Langdon’s feelings and behavior after that, 
'flic Doctor aiul Will discreetly retired 
into a remote corner of the spacious parlor, 
and a game of cribhage—while Mrs. Fair- 
field, fortunately or unfortunately, was ab¬ 
sent, so that if our hero and heroine did not 
succeed in interchanging such of their views 
and feelings as were worth depositing in 
each other’s keeping, it was clearly their 
own fault. That they were tolerably suc¬ 
cessful in so doing, at, this as well as several 
subsequent interviews, may perhaps he in¬ 
ferred from the fact that about one month 
subsequent to that memorable evening — 
though “ so shockingly sudden and uncon¬ 
ventional, you know ,”—ride village gossip 
of the day—an interesting tableau was rep¬ 
resented in that same parlor and within the 
identical ivy-arched bay window in which 
Annie stood when introducing “ Mr. Lang 
don” .to “brother Will;” that upon this 
occasion a worthy Reverend of the village 
“assisted” professionally, while the self- 
sacrificing friend and physician, Dr. Ken¬ 
nedy, supported by Miss Langdon —and 
Will, with the fairy for partner—contrib¬ 
uted their mile to give Frank the “dearest 
wish of his hcarl,” and make of Annie 
Fairfield, if looks are anything, as happy 
a bride as ever blushed through clouds of 
white lace, or leaned upon a true man’s arm. 
(Hicure -ftLscfUann. 
Si V 
HE It YE RIEL. 
BY ROBERT BROWNING. 
[IN the following vivid and picturesque poem, the 
poet, rescues from pWivion the name of a hern who 
will (tins owe Ills immortality to ROBERT Riiown- 
ING, us the Brave boy C'ASABiaNCA owes his to Mrs. 
humans,] 
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred 
ninety-two. 
Did the English tight the French—woe to trance! 
And, Gin t hirty-first of May, helter-skelter through 
tlietilue, 
Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of 
sharks pursue, 
Gallic crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the 
Ranee, 
With the English fleet in view. 
’Twas the squadron t hat escaped, with the victor in 
full clnigq; 
First uml foremost of the drove, in his great ship, 
Da.mi'uevu.m:; 
Close on him tied, great, and small. 
Twenty-two good -hips in all; 
And they signaled to tint place 
" Help the winner* of a race ! 
Gel us guidance, give us harbor, take us quick—or, 
quicker mill. 
Here’s the English can and will!” 
Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leaped 
on hoard; 
“ Why, what hope or clmrice have ships like these 
to pass'/" laughed they : 
** Rocks to starboard, rocks to port, all the passage 
scarred and scored, 
Shall the Formidable here with liei twelveand eighty 
guns 
Think to make the river mouth by the single nar- 
row w» v, 
Trust bj enter where 'lis ticklish for a cruft of twenty 
tons. 
And with flow lit full beside? 
Now 'Us slackest ebb of tide. 
Reach the mooring ! Rather say, 
While l ock Mauds or water runs, 
Not a ship will leave the buy! " 
Then was called a council straight; 
Brief and hitler Hie dr hale: 
" Here’s the English at our heels; would you have 
them lake in tow 
All that’s left us of the fleet, linked together stern 
uml how. 
For a prize to Plymouth Sound ? 
Better run the ships aground !” 
(Ended tJAMgiu vii.u: his speech.) 
” Not a minute more to wait! 
Lei the captains all and each 
Shove ashore, then bhov up, burn the vessels on the 
bench !— 
Franca must undergo her fate.” 
” Give the word !” But no such word 
Was ever spoke or heard : 
For up stood, lor out stepped, for In struck amid 
all tliesu— 
A captain ? A lientouaut? A mate-first, second, 
third V 
No such man of mark, and meet 
With his betters to compete ! 
But u simple Breton sailor pressed by Tourville 
for the licet— 
A poor coasting-pilot he, IIERVE Riel, the Croi- 
slckesc. 
Tentoret, au Italian painter, in a picture 
of tbe children of Israel gathering manna, 
has taken tbe precaution to arm them with 
the modern invention of guns. Cigoli 
painted the aged Simeon at the circumcision 
of the infant Saviour; and as aged men in 
these days wear spectacles, the artist lias 
shown his sagacity by placing them on Si¬ 
meon’s nose, in a picture by Verrio of 
Christ healing the sick, the lookers-on arc 
represented standing with periwigs on their 
bends. To match, or rather to exceed, this 
ludicrous representation, Durer has painted 
the expulsion of Atlam and Eve from the 
Garden of Eden by an angel in a dress fash¬ 
ionably trimmed with flounces. The same 
painter, in his scent; of Peter denying Christ* 
represents a Roman soldier very comfortably 
smoking a pipe of tobacco. 
A Dutch painter, in a picture of the Wise 
Men worshipping the Holy Child, has drawu 
one of them in a large white surplice, and 
in boots and spurs, and he is in the act of 
presenting to the child a model of a Dutch 
man of war. In a Dutch picture of Abra¬ 
ham offering up his son,instead of the patri¬ 
arch’s “stretching forth his hand and taking 
tiie knife,” as the Scriptures inform us, he is 
represented as using a more effectual and 
modern instrument,—he is holding to Isaac’s 
head a blunderbuss! Berlin represents in a 
picture the Virgin and Child listening to a 
violin ; and in another picture he lias drawn 
King David playing the harp at the mar¬ 
riage of Christ with St. Catherine. A 
French artist has drawn with true French 
taste, the Lord’s Supper with the table or¬ 
namented with tumblers filled wilh cigar 
lighters; and, as if to crown the list of 
these absurd and ludicrous anachronisms, 
the garden of Eden lias been drawn with 
Adam and Eve in .all their primeval sim¬ 
plicity and virtue, while near them, in full 
costume, is seen a hunter with a gun, shoot¬ 
ing ducks. 
-- 
THE REPOSE OF FLOWERS. 
And “ What mockery or malice have wo here? cries 
llKHVK Hii;l.: 
“ Are yon mud, yon Malouins? Are you cmvnras, 
fools, or rogues ? 
Talk to me of rooks uml shoals, me who took the 
snmulimr u . tell 
On my Angers every hank, every shallow, every swell 
'TwiJCt the ottlug here and Grevo, where the river 
disembogue*? . 
Are you bought !>} English gold ( Is it love the lying a 
lor? 
Morn ami eve, night and day, 
Have 1 piloted your bay, 
Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solnlor. 
Burn the fleet, and ruin France? That were worse 
than illtv Hogues! 
Sirs, they khp.r t ran alt the iMuth! Sirs! believe 
me there’* SMUT! 
Only let me load i he line. 
Have the biggest >litp to steer, 
Get Mil# Formidable dear, 
Make the others billow none. 
And 1 lead them, most and least, by a passage I know 
wall, 
Right to Sollflor, past Greve, 
And there lay them safe and sound ; 
And if one ship misbehave— 
Keel so much as grate the ground— . 
Why. I've nothing hut my life; here’s my head! 
cries Hervebikb. 
Not a minute more to wait. 
” Steer ms In, then, small and great! , ... 
Take the holm, lead thu line, save the squadron ! 
cried bs eh I of. 
Captains, give tho sailor place 
lie im admiral, in brief. 
Still t he north wind, hv Cion’s grace. 
See the nobln follow’s face, 
As the Mg ship, with a hound, 
Clours the entry like u hound. 
Keeps the passage, as its Inch or way were the wide 
sea's profound 1 
Hoe, safe through shoal and rock, 
I tow they follow in a flock. , , 
Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates 
the ground, 
Not a spar that comes to grief! 
The peril, see. is past, 
All tire harbored to the last, 
And just us HtfitVK Kiel hollas ” Anchor!”—sure as 
fate. 
Up the English come, too late. 
So. tho storm subsides to calm ; 
They see tho green i recs wave 
On the heights o'erlooking Greve; 
Hearts that bleed are staunched with balm. 
’• J ust our rapture to enhance. 
Let the English ralte the bay, 
Gnash their teeth and glare askance 
As they cannonade away! 
'Neath rnmplrod Solldm pleasant riding on the 
Kunco!” 
How hope succeeds despair on each captain’s coun¬ 
tenance I 
Outburst all with one accord, 
•’ This is ParadisefOV Hell! 
Lot France, let Franco’s King 
Thank the man that did the thing! ’ 
What a shout, and all tnio word, 
•• IfmV K KIEL," 
As lie stepped in front once more. 
Note symptom of surprise 
In the frank blue Breton eyes, 
Just the same man as before. 
Then said li.VMvm.vThi.E, "My friend, 
1 must speak Ollt at t he end, 
Though 1 Him the apeak mg hard: 
Praise is deeper than I lie lips: 
You liavo saved the king his ships. 
You must name your own reward. 
Faith, our sun was near eclipse ! 
Demand whute’er you will, 
France remains your debtor still. 
Ask to bean’s content, and have ! or my 
Dampreville." 
name’s not 
Then a beam of fun outbroke 
On the bearded month that spoke, 
As the honest heart laughed through 
Those trank eyes of Breton blue : 
" Since I needs must say my sav, 
Since on hom’d the duty's done.. . . 
And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it 
but a run ?— 
Since ’ti« ask and have. 1 may— 
Since tbe others go ashore— 
Come! A good whole holiday ! „ „ 
Leave to go and see my wile, whom I call tho Belle 
Aurora!" 
That he asked, nud that be got -nothing more. 
le and deed alike are lost: 
a pi liar nor a post „ . ,,, 
his t’roislc keeps alive the feat as it befell; 
a heucl in white and black 
I single fishing-smack, , . . , 
uemory of the man but for whom bad gone to 
i that France saved from the fight whence Eng¬ 
land bore the bell, 
o Pai Is , rank on rank 
arcb the heroes flung pell-mell 
he Louvre, face and flank; 
in simii look long enough ere youcometoHERVE 
so, ft o’ better and for worse, 
Hekvb RTicf,, accept my verse! 
In my verse, Hkuvl Riel, do thou once more 
Save the squadron, honor France, love thy wife the 
Belle Aurore : 
TfiRRE is a sacralness in tears. They are 
the messages of overwhelming grief, of deep 
contrition and unspeakable love. 
Almost all flowers sleep during the night. 
The marigold goes to bed with the sun, and 
with him rises weeping, Many plants are 
so sensitive that, their leaves close during Ihe 
passage of a cloud. The dandelion opens at 
five or six in the morning, and shills at nine 
in the evening. The common daisy shuts up 
its blossom in the evening, and opens its 
“ day’s-cye” to meet the early beams of the 
morning sun The crocus, tulip, and many 
others, close tbeir blossoms at different hours 
toward evening. The ivy-leaved lettuce 
opens at eight in the morning,and closes for¬ 
ever at four in the afternoon. It begins to 
expand its magnificent, sweet-scented blos¬ 
som in the twilight, il is full blown at mid¬ 
night, and never to open again with the 
dawn of the day. In a clover field not a leaf 
opens until after sunrise. So says aeelebra- 
ted author, who has devoted much lime to 
the study of plants, and ofi.cn watched them 
during iheir quiet slumbers. Those plants 
which seem to he awake all night, he styles 
“the bats and owls of the vegetable kingdom.” 
--—♦♦♦-- 
LIVING BEYOND THEIR MEANS. 
Bulweu says poverty is only an idea, in 
nine cases out of ten, Some men, with $10,- 
000 a year, suffer more for want of means 
than others with $500. The reason is, the 
richer mail lias artificial wants. His income 
is $10,000 a year, and he suffers enough for 
being dunned for unpaid debts to kill a sen¬ 
sitive man. A man who earns a dollar a day 
and does not go in debt, is the happier of 
the two. Very few people who have never 
been rich will believe this; but it is tine. 
There are thousands and thousands with 
princely incomes, who never know a min¬ 
ute’s peace, because they live beyond their 
means. There is really more happiness 
among the working men in the world than 
among those who are called rich. 
--- 
HOW BUTTERFLIES CAME TO BE MADE. 
When Jupiter and Juno’s wedding was 
solemnized of old, the gods were all invited 
to the feast, and many noblemen besides. 
Among the rest came Crysalus, a Persian 
prince, bravely attended, rich in golden at¬ 
tires, in gay robes, with a mujestical pres¬ 
ence, but otherwise an ass. The gods see-, 
ing him come hi such pomp and state, rose 
up to give him place; lmt Jupiter perceiv¬ 
ing what, he was—a light, fantastical, idle 
fellow—turned him and his proud followers 
into butterflies, and so they continue still, 
for aught 1 know to the contrary, roving 
about in pied coats, and are called “ Chrysa¬ 
lides,” by the wiser sort of men—that is, 
golden outsides, drones, flies, and things of 
no worth.— Benton , in Anatomy and Me In n- 
, choly. 
-- 
THE CIRCLE OF HISTORY. 
The Germans are not blinded by military 
i success to the realities of war. The follow¬ 
ing quaint inscription has been placed on the 
Berlin Town Hall, in anticipation of the 
s illumination at the return of peace ; 
Peace Brings wealth; 
Wealth brings pride; 
Pride livings war; 
"War brings poverty; 
Poverty brings Humility; 
Humility brings peace. 
A lady correspondent writes the Chicago Re¬ 
publican :—A few weeks ago. while visiting the 
Capitol at Washington. I was present when Miss 
or Mrs. Woortlmll interviewed several members 
of the House, some of whom, to their honor be 
it said, could not be “ mesmerized," and did not 
relish the apple; hilt at. last came Mr. Julian of 
Indiana, who proved an easy prey. The process 
was perfect. She sat very cbm to him on the 
sola, put her face very neat’ bis, and fastened 
upon him her magic orbs. She laid the tips of 
her magnetic lingers upon his hand and arm. as 
if to enforce find make emphatic her arguments. 
He soon looked dreamy, smiled aalf wafted on 
a sea of bliss, and one could see ihe apple was 
tasting very sweet. She talked on until he was 
completely under her influence, bowing his 
head and responding, white that sweet, dreamy 
smile lit up his noble face, till at length she 
placed In bis hands her “memorial,*'which lie 
took, when they gracefully rose to their feet, 
.Joined hands while several adieus were spoken, 
and the tipple wcu swallowed. 
The following anecdote is told of Caleb Cush¬ 
ing and Miss Hannah Gould, both residents of 
Newbur.vport, and addicted to lit lie pleasantries 
on ench other. The following "epitaph " on Mr. 
Cushing, was written by Miss Gould, of whom 
Mr. C. liqd requested it; 
Lay aside, all ye dead. 
For in the next bed 
Reposes the body of Cushing ; 
lie has crowded his way 
Through the world, they all say. 
And even though dcud will bo pushing, 
To which Mr. Cushing neatly rejoined as fol¬ 
lows ; 
Here lies one whose wit., 
Without wounding, could hit, 
And green be tlio turf that's above her; 
Having sent, every beau 
To the regions below. 
She lias gone down herself for a lover. 
A WELL-kNOWN lady of Salt Lake City—the 
wife of tho leader Of the reform party among 
tho Mormons—writes thus of Brigham Young 
and his family As it father he is affoeHouato 
and Indulgent; ho is unsparing of means in edu¬ 
cating his children. 11 is daughters, as young 
ladles, will compare favorably with young ladles 
in society tiny where. Some of them are very 
pretty, even handsome; talented, too, especially 
music. 1 have seldom heat’d sweeter music dis¬ 
coursed upon the piano, accompanied by iho 
voice. Glut! ilial produced by these young ladies. 
I have hoard it said that they could sing before 
they could tulle. Music with them is a gift of 
nature, through their fa their." 
Donn Piatt writes the following personal de¬ 
scription of Mark Twain '" Ho looks more like 
n member of the Ohio Legislature (if you know 
what that is) than any thing else. That is, a sort 
of a nmn who had narrowly escaped being made 
a county commissioner, and so was returned to 
the Legislature. His face is u sad one, and when 
nil are in roars about him he continues in a state 
of dense solemnity. His voice is the most ex¬ 
traordinary voice I ever heard. It is a cross be¬ 
tween Horace Greeley and Tim Lincoln. He 
draws Ids words out in the most preposterous 
manner, tlml gives a drollery to wlmt lie says 
utterly beyond description." 
Gov. Cox, ex-Seerclury of I he Interior, lately 
sung "John Anderson, my Jo, John,” at a pri¬ 
vate entertainment in Washington, adding to 
the song this stanza, by Mr. Northrop of New 
Haven: 
"John Anderson, my Jo. John, 
When we have slept ihcglther 
Thu sleep that a’ maun sleep, John, 
We’ll wake wi’ uno uuither; 
And In that better world, John, 
Nile sorrow shall we know. 
Nor four we e’er shall part again, 
John Anderson, my Jo." 
Miss Mary E. Greene went out of her teens 
and into her medical si udics six years ago. She 
opened shop in a neglected quarter of Philadel¬ 
phia, after graduating nt tbe Medical College 
there, and in a year had 1,000 patients. Last j ear 
she had charge of the Hooper Hospital lor wo¬ 
men, a position heretofore held only by first- 
class doctors of the oi her sex; is now a leading 
professor in Bellevue College, down font course 
of lectures, and the first woman elected a mem¬ 
ber of the Medical Society of New York. 
An Inverness paper slates that it has now been 
definitely arranged lliat Lord Lome is to wear 
at his wedding the lull Highland costume. Seve¬ 
ral well known houses in Edinburgh are at pres¬ 
ent busily engaged in making for the “youthful 
Marquis a magnificent specimen of Ihe garb Of 
nn old Gaul." No Slone ornaments are to be in¬ 
troduced ; die mounting will entirely consist of 
gold richly chased, every piece of jewelry hav¬ 
ing engraved ou it, besides, the arms of tho noble 
house of Argyll. [The wedding was solemnized 
March 21st, in accordance with above pro¬ 
gramme,! 
Mark de Mortie. the French creole who 
gained some notoriety in Washington a year or 
two since as a martyr for certain alleged out. 
rages that lie laid suffered as a French gentle¬ 
man, and who subsequently married the daugh¬ 
ter of a colored caterer of that city, was, with 
liis wife, recent ly ejected from a Chicago restau¬ 
rant on the ground of objectionable color. Ho 
brought a suit against the restaurant keeper for 
$2,501) damages, and got a verdict for one cent. 
Queen Victoria, at the opening of Parlia¬ 
ment recently, is reported to have worn a black 
terry-velvet dress, with a train trimmed with 
miniver and crape, an<l a long white tulle veil, 
surmounted by a small diamond crown. Her 
Majesty also wore a diamond necklace, cross 
and brooch, tho riband and the star of the Order 
of the Carter, the Orders of Victoria and Albert, 
ami Louise of Prussia, and the Snxe-Coburgaud 
Gotha Family Order. 
Mr. Petek Young died at bis resilience, in 
Page Co., Va., on the 21 th u!t., aged eighty-four 
years and sixteen days. He was born near Darm¬ 
stadt Hesse, Germany, in 1787. He served as a 
soldier under Napoleon Bonaparte c-levcm years 
—made one ot the number of the 200,000 men 
that invaded Russia at tlm time of the burning 
of Moscow, and also one of the 30,000 who reached 
their homes in that disastrous retreat across the 
Alps. 
Alice Cary was not, as has been stated, a 
member of ihe “ Church of the Strangers, 
whcdCe she was buried, but of Dr. E. H. uiA- 
pin’s (Universalist) "Church of the Divine la- 
ternity.” 
ShaKSPEare's birthday is to be celebrated on 
the 23d of April by a literary dinner p? ty in the 
poet’s house at Stratford-on-Avon, 
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