“ He was a tall man, wasn't he ?” 
“ He wax," she replied, rising up and turning 
still paler. 
“Had red hair?" 
“ He had—oh! what has happened ? 
“ Weighed about 180 pounds / 
“ Yes—yes—where is be—where Is my hus¬ 
band'/’' she exclaimed. 
“ Couldn't swim, could he?" 
“ lle’n drowned!—my husband Is drowned ! 
she walled. 
“Had a Bllver watch-chain 1” continued the 
stranger. . . „„ 
“ Where Is my husband—where is the body/ 
she gasped. 
*» Do not get excited, madam. Did your hus- 
band have on a gray suit ?” 
»• Yes—oh 1 my Thomas! my Thomas!" 
“And siogaboots?” 
“ Let me nee him--let me see him! she cried. 
“ Come this way, madam, but do not get ox- 
cited. There, la that your husband across the 
street at that peanut stand f” 
“ Why, yes, that's him 1-that’B my husband !" 
exclaimed, joyfully. “I thought you said 
pents, with brutal energy and infernal rapidity, 
rose, prostrated themselves and wrapped her 
about In fold after fold, ever tightening with 
the cruel swiftness and savage tenacity of ana- 
oondas fastening upon theirprey. It was the bar¬ 
barity of the 1/iocoon without its beauty—this 
strange, horrible murder. 
And now the groat leaves rose slowly and stif¬ 
fly, like the arms of a derrick, erected them¬ 
selves In the air. approached one another and 
closed about the dead and hampered victim 
with the silent fore i of a hydraulic press and 
the ruthless purpose of a thumb Bcrew. A mo¬ 
ment more, and while I could see the bases of 
these great levers pressing more tightly toward 
each other from their In torn Meets there trickled 
down the stalk of the tree groat streams of the 
viscid, honey-like fluid, mingled horribly with 
the blood and oozing v iscera of the victim. At 
sight of this the savages gathered around rne, 
yell Hug madly, bounded forward, crowded to 
the tree, clasped it. and with cups, leaves, hands 
and tongues ouch one obtained enough of the 
liquid to send him mad and frantic. 
THE LAST BEFUGE 
Mr feeble bark has reached the shore 
And life’s tempestuous sen Is passed; 
Trembling l trace toy penis o’er 
And yield m? dtend account at last. 
The rival art* that charmed ray youth. 
Those fancies of my wayward mind. 
Those winning deeds of 1ot« and truth, 
Are vntn delusions all, T And. 
A double death appals me now ; 
The one draw# near with rapid strides 
The other with his awful brow 
Time from eternity divide*. 
Sculpture and painting, rival arts ! 
Ye can no longer soothe my breast; 
'Tis love divine alone imparts 
The promise of a future rest. 
On that my trembling soul relies— 
My trust the cross, my hope the skies. 
authogbaphic ANA 
From an exchange the following is con- 
densed. It shows how great men have been 
amused and had fun with each other over the 
same Idea, now so prevalent. Many persons 
have read at one time or another a little anoc* 
dote about the late Lord Palmerston, which 
tells how that jovial nobleman once gave eleven 
of his associates In the Cabinet a sentence to 
spell, and how not odd of the eleven got 
through without blundering. The sentence 
IBA D. SANKEY. THE SINGING EVAN 
GELIST. 
LSek Portrait on page ?»■] 
Most of our readers have heard of, and some 
of them personally know, Messrs. Moody and 
Sankey, the American Evangelists (as they are 
called abroad), who have had such wonderful 
success at revival meetings lately held In Lon¬ 
don. We therefore take pleasure in presenting 
thorn a portrait of Mr. Sankey, with a brief 
biographical sketch of the noted “ Singing 
Evangelist." Our sketch U mainly compiled 
from a book entitled “ The New Evangelists," 
recently pribilshed In England: 
Mr. Sankey was born In 1810. Like his fellow- 
laborer, Mr. Moody, ho was originally engaged 
in business, and like him, too, had personal 
experience of the great war for the Union. 
As a Sunday-school teacher his services were 
much sought after and valued. Hut It was as a 
singer more than a speaker that he excelled. 
His power* as a vocalist were discovered to be 
of such an exceptional kind iliat In course of 
time hla religious services to old and young— 
at the Convention and In tbo Sunday-school— 
chiefly lay In this direction. Mr. Sankey can 
declare the Gospel in telling address as well os 
In sweetest hymn; but bis strength Is princi¬ 
pally found In his marvelous vocal powers. He 
possesses a tenor voice of remarkable power 
and beauty. Mr. Moody and ho flrst met at a 
Conventional Indianapolis. A strong attach¬ 
ment springing up between them, they agreed 
henceforth to work as colleagues. Mr. Sankey 
accompanied Mr. Moody to Chicago, and since 
then-on both sides the Atlantic-they have 
labored together with a harmony and zeal of 
which thero are but too few examples. 
On the subject of bis singing we quote the 
remarks of Prof. Charteris of Edinburgh : 
“With regard to. Mr. Sankey 'a singing, not a 
few have been, not unnaturally, offended by 
the phrase, ‘ Binging the Gospel,’ which was at 
PLEASING A HUSBAND 
LIVING BY BULE 
tenoo which be says (on authority of Lord 
Robert Cecil) was actually given out to a school 
In Ipswich, by the side of which the Palmerston 
test became ridiculously simple. It runs thus: 
•' While hewing yew, Hugh lost his eye. and put It in 
the Hu® and Cry. 
To name It* face's dusky hues 
Was all the effort lie could use. 
You brought the ewe back, by-and-by, 
And only begged the hewer’s ewer. 
You* bonds to wiish lu water pure. 
Leal nlco-nused ladle#, not a few, 
Should cry, pn oouilng near you.' ugh ! ’ ” 
One of the great Quaker poet’s sweetest met¬ 
rical gems, “ School Days," is devoted to show¬ 
ing the regret of a brown-eyed New England 
girl at having “spelled down 
-the little boy 
Her childish favor singled.” 
. “ I’m sorry that I spelt the word, 
I hate to go above you, 
’’—the brown eyes lower fell, 
A fiTOnv Is current In Paris as follows: 
Ticompt de H. was seventy years old and re¬ 
tained the freshness of youth mentally as well 
as physically. This was the result of an odd 
theory put Into lung practice. He lived always 
moderately, systematically reserving a propor¬ 
tionate share of entertainment for bis old age. 
Certain books, plays and placets were avoided 
by him until the lime prescribed for them ar¬ 
rived, when he would enjoy then all the more 
because of the long anticipation. HI# uppetlte 
was regulated in the same cool manner. Ills 
objecL be said, was to escape the t iring of life, 
and to use the world's plesisuraa In the wisest 
and most rational way. In the realization of 
his plan be only reached opera a short time ago. 
“The Huguenot#” was the one selected, and 
he was In a state of high excitement on the 
u’.ght of his first visit to the Grand Opera 
House. He had a whole box, and, being an 
ardent lover of Meyerbeer’s music, he was en¬ 
thusiastic In his admiration of the entertain¬ 
ment. At the end of the flrst act lie fell from 
his chair and Instantly died. The undue agita¬ 
tion had induced an attack ol heart disease. 
In hi* desk, was found a carefully-prepared 
programme of pleasure# that would have lasted 
until his eightieth year; it included a tour of 
Because 
“ Because, you sec, 1 love you.” 
“ Still memory to a gray-haired roan 
That sweet child lace is showing; 
Dear girl, the grasses on her grave 
Have forty years been growing. 
“ He lives to learu In life's hard school 
How few who pass above him 
Lament the triumph and hi# loss 
Like her—because they love him." 
CHINESE PKOVEBBS 
THE MAN TO LIVE LONG 
curse to the e\ u. 
Better be upright with poverty than wicked 
with plenty. 
If you 1c fe your son give him plenty of the 
cudgel; L f fou hate him, cram him with dain¬ 
ties. 
A word once spoken, a dozen horses cannot 
overtake It and bring it back. 
They who respect themselves will be honored, 
but they who do not care about their character 
will be despised. 
It is foolish to borrow trouble from to-mor¬ 
row. 
When doing what is right the heart is easy 
and becomes better every day ; but when prac¬ 
ticing deceit the mind labors and every day 
get* worse. 
Those who touch Vermillion become red and 
those who touch ink become black ; so people 
take their character from their bad or good 
companions. 
A gem uncut is of no use 
of what worth is he ? 
He who labors with the miud governs others; 
he who labors with the body is governed by 
others. 
so a man untaught 
He Is serene, loquacious, active, susceptible of 
joy, love and hope, but Insensible to the Im¬ 
pressions of hatred, anger and avarice. His 
mission never becomes violent or destructive. 
POPULAB ABTS. — OBATOBY 
A PRETTY SIMILE. 
Pi.BASCTREP are few, and fewer we enjoy. 
Pleasure, like quicksilver, is bright and coy. 
We strive to grasp It with our utmost skill, 
Still it eludes us, and it glitters still. 
If seized at last, compute your mighty gainB 
What is it but rank poison In your veins ? 
In an article with this title In Scribner for 
May, Hr. Holland writes as follows : 
In the UDtiro conglomerate educational sys¬ 
tem of America there is no department in 
which so much time and money are absolutely 
thrown away as in what are called the orna¬ 
mental arts. The touchers in this department, 
fail entirely to comprehend the end toward 
which every lesson they give should drive. It 
is not for us to point out the remedies for their 
passion never becomes violent or destructive. 
If he ever gives way to anger, he experiences 
rather a useful glow of warmth, an artificial 
and gentle fever, without an overflow of the 
bile. He is also foud of employment, particu¬ 
larly calm meditation and agreeable specula¬ 
tions. He is an optimist, a friend to nature 
and domestic felicity. He has no thirst, after 
honor or riches, and banishes all thought of 
to-morrow. 
it to the service of the tabernacle. Music iu 
his hands is, more than it has yet been, the 
handmaid of the Gospel and the voice of the 
heart. We have seen mauy stirred und melt ed 
by bis singing before a word had been spoken. 
Indeed, his singing is just a powerful, distinct 
and heart-toned way of speaking, that seems 
often to reach the heart by a short-cut, when 
mere speaking might lose the road." 
THE GABDEN OF CHINA 
TilK Chinamen, who walk over bridges built 
2,000 years ago, who cultivated the cotton plant 
centuries before this country was beard of, and 
who fed silk-worms before King Solomon built 
his throne, have 50,000 square mile* around 
Shanghai which are called the Garden of China, 
and which have been tilled for countless gene¬ 
rations. This area is as large as New York and 
Pennsylvania combined; is all meadow land 
raised but a lew feet above the river—lakes, 
rivers, canals, a complete network of water 
communication ; the land under the highest 
tilth ; three crops a year harvested ; population 
so dense that wherever you look you see men 
and women lu blue pants and blouse, so numer¬ 
ous that you fancy some fair or muster coming 
off, and all hands have turned out for a holiday. 
Conscience.— He that loses ms cui 
has nothing left that is worth keeping, 
fore, be sure you look at that. And in 
place look to your health ; and if you 
praise God, and value it next to a gt 
science; for health Is the second blew 
we mortals are capable of, a blessi 
money cannot buy; therefore value i 
thankful for It .—IzaaJi Walton. 
lx thou art not pure of mind, 
Think not the pure God to find. 
No pilgrimage makes him a saint 
Who was not one before he went, 
