The Daily Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1860-04-07 00:00:00

HOW FORTUNEgARt SOMETIMES MADE

Yd
it Ofteit happeiii than Lt individty.al or a firm is sup-
' posed to, be rich from the fact that thi'y posieii tile
corifidence'of their fellow man, by which theytrade and
in .due, time amass. wealth.. As an illustration of this,
we ,may state the following circumstance which came
Ander the writer's observation, A, young Englishman
landed in America with just sufficient teens to bleet Ms
immediate" necessities ; his first' object 'Was a obtain
eMployment, the remuneration-for which enabled him to
lay by, about 300 dollars,: With this capital he started
in businpis for himself, and commenced trading in such
commodities' as he could turn to a profit readily ; he
pogfessed slowly, but earned .1310#0 than he expended
on his in the town he had chosen tot his ad-
venture he was a peitedi stranget, tit in course of time
was recognised as a man always punctual in his bttsiness
transactions ; his resources were never questioned, simply
because he never made an engagement but what he felt
certain he shMild he able to keeP, by thi:4 eotirse he
scion, gtiit(Cd the first element of prosperity:,--6onfidence. •
brie daY.he .thh &dal tiagsilei; when
be met with what his judgment
'opportunity for investing the whole of his capital, and
he would readily have done so,
,but as the purchase
required considerably. more • than ho possessed, he re-
luctantly abandoned the' opportunity, as it had become
his maxim to let no one know the extent of his resources,
and wishing to avoid heavy SpeCulations;. beating in
Mind the jifoverli, tlidt •

Vessels large may venture more,
• But little boats must keep near shore."

However, in the,cciurse of, the., day, a Yankee, with
whoni Qdie ,ever );gdany Fonipiuriication,
accosted him-with, "Willi nritisliei, I ealkilrite that
worn't a bad fixing, you were looking at this morning ?"
"Perhaps not," responded our friend. " Wal,4 I guess
if yoU could ris a thousand dollars or so, you would have
done it slick, eh ?" " Perhaps I might." Then just
give me your bill at a month, and you shall have
them." Our friend was rather taken aback by. this
liberal offer, which was essentially made upon his
ifYs4it; and *itliotiA seettrity: #e eventually availed
himself of it, made the venture, before the
expiration of a month he mire than trebled his caPittii:
Though he frequently met his stranger friend, not a
word passed as to the success of the investment, till a
few days before the bill became due, it wastepaid, when
the liberal Yankee merely observed, " Wal, Britisher,
whenever you want a thousand dollars,' or more, you can.
theni of . This was the anty isoca,sion on
which outlriend'ever borrovied tildrieY ; lid hid obtained
confidence, which had secured him credit, by which,
combined with industrY, he amassed a considerable for-
tune."—From - an. artiele on " What is Wealth ?"- in
Lilwall'B _Mercantile Circular.

RIFLE SHOOTING IN THE TYROL.

(Prom .Prazer'a Magazine for April.)

A most.tincolh-looking weapon is n Tyrolese trilehse,
Though in kettati very ChinPlieitedi yet; Seen in a
museum, it would assuredly be set do*il by fed as oile
of the very earliest efforts of man -in the direction: of
gun-making. Theatock, which runs, forward nearly to
the muzzle, is narrow and straight, and • full of queer
knobs and projections for, head and cheek. The triggers
—for there are.twa, only to tiet
thb hattigget, ihith is hi front Of it—ate Protected
by abidad brass guard with a tail, which affords a sepa-
rate stall to every unemployed finger of .the trigger
hand, and the cock displays the eccentricity of falling
towards the shooter instead of from him. Then, when
in use, it is furnished with a host of accessories, tin
tunnels fitting over the fore-sight, shades for. the hind-
sights; screens to protect the eye from the flash of the cap.
The ebaiabtbr of the Seliiessietntte;.ot itioetitig=gtottnd,
deVelidi eirciinistitideti. It is gerie•-:
rally at the rear of• the inn, and looks like a good dif
skittle-ground. of larger growth. - In. the more consider-
able towns it is a separate establishment, with every
convenience for the-marksmen. Tho innsbruCk schieis-
statte is just outside the town, on the left bank of the
river tind; when the Mitch Is oD4is a Strikingly gay
aitair. The baildifig: from which the , competitors fife
is decorated from top to . bottom with, flags, garlands
of flowers, and festoons of brightly-painted targeti.
It is divided into two -' storeys, each open to the
rear. The upper storey- is appropriated to lounging
purposes, and corresponds with the: outside in its style
of Ornamentation: Here, however, the targets are
hited rather as trophies, and stinlnlatlts td ,
as you will see by the bullet-holes and inscriptiiitik
Sotrictitnea there is billy a siMple. wreath painted round
the kicky hole or holes, with the name of the shooter
and the date of the perforraince under it. , fiometimes
the whole disc is taken up with a landscape, :a .village
perhaps, with the bullet-hole going slap through the
.church or a mountain scene, where a chamois stands,
eec't upon a rock, conscious of the distinction which:
„neat perforation has 'conferred upon him. theie are
aristocratic targets, , too, and lunong them you, per-
ceive the Archduke John's, land also Flancis Joseph's,
:from which it woold appear that :his Imperiql Majesty
is not reMakkable for skill with the rifie. 'Descend-
ing to the floor below, from which there comes'
a din as ,if ten thousand Longjmiteaus. *ore. trying.
Who Could crack his postillion's 'whip the londest, koti
4nd yourself in a long room, one sidd Of which is taken
up with a re* of tables covered with ramrods; pouches,
poWdetihorns, calico for patches, and other: odds and
ends. The other is'-divided into about fourteen cells,
just like bathing boxes, with the same sort of hood in
front. The first six are marked " haupt," for those who
have graduated in shooting, the remainder "-sphlecker,"
for the undergraduates. -For it seems "there are degrees
given as well as honours; at least, the list of officials
hanging on the wall is headed by a pair of shoot-
doctors. At the far end the range, which is
about a hundred yards in length, is a high Wall; next
to this a row of targets, one .for each shooting box,
two feet in diameter, with . a foni-inch bull's-eye, and
a little nearer a row of bullet-proof Mita -for: the
ma

rkers. *When a shot is fired, the shooter pulls a
wire communicating with the hut belonging to his
box, and a man in a gorgeous scarlet uniform comes
out, examines the target, and touching his hat respect-
fully, indicates the position of the hole. But if the
bull's-eye is struck, the ceremony becomes an imposing
one. In the first place, a painted Austrian eagle is
made, by some mechanical contrivance, to display
himself in outspread astonishment over the target.
Then the marker comes up and looks thoughtfully
at the bullet-mark. If the shot be a very good one,
he puts his hand to his head and shakes it, and stamps
to typify the amouut of physical suffering the shot would
have produced had his cranium been in the position of
the bull's-eye. Then he cuts a mad caper, and walks
solemnly three times round the target, bowing to it
every time he passes its face ; while in the room over-
head a drum and fife are going with a fury that makes
the noise of the rifles a positive relief.

All this, however, is cool, quite cool, to the t'elat
with which a successful shot is received in a provincial
schiess-statte. There, not being restrained by the more
prim manners of the metropolis, the marker gives a loose
rein to his natural demonstrativeness. He lies down,
rolls about in ecstacies, puts his cocked hat on his feet,
stands on his head, turns heels over head ; does every-
thing, in fact, short of turning himself inside out.
It is a curious scene, that in the sehiess-statte : there
are gaunt swarthy men in loose grey jackets, and belts
with their names conspicuously embroidered in front,
fondling and dandling on their bare brown knees
rickety-looking old rifles, that no doubt in their day
have dropped a bullet into many a chamois and
anerhahn. There are spruce young bucks from
Innsbruck, with dandy guns, and hats adorned with
blackcock's feathers, regardless of expense. Shy-
looking provincial sparks, who to conform to the ways
of the city have come out in trousers, but cannot
make their legs behave in harmony with their design.
Stout old burg,hers who have given up shooting,
but like to see how the youngsters do it now-a-days,
being, however, of the opinion that you don't see shots
like what we used to see in my day, sir. Here is an old
fellow who has been at it all day, and has been making
deplorable shooting. Once more he goes in, takes a
long aim, but brings down the rifle unfired, and looks
at his fat shaking hand as it' he was going to make
it a personal matter with it. At last the barrel goes
tip again, and this time he lets fly. Out rolls the
drum and away goes the fife, and here comes the old
boy perspiring with satisfaction. In no other way,
however, will he let it be seen. The utmost indulgence
he allows himself is a jolly wink to another
old fellow the countei part of himself. Presently they
go out together, and you see them cross over to the
tavern at the other side of the road, and you may b
sure that. vsmerahle marksman will shoot no more to-
day. The. box he has left is immediately filled up by a
devil-may -care mountaineer, who fires his shot with no
result, arid comes back -looking as if that was exactly
what he meant to do. He has a brace of retainers of
his owr 1 build with him, who evidently believe in him,
and t o whom he explains that if he had hit that
time, , it would have been, in point of fact, a miss.
He then proceeded to load, wipes out his rifle with
ul' ra care and science, fills his charger and looks at it
noughtfully. There is a grain too much. Now there is
too little, so he fills again. Then he selects a bullet
with infinite niceness, lays his piece of rag across the
muzzle, presses down the ball; and cuts off the surplus
with mathematical exactness. At last he is ready, goes
into a box, fires, misses, comes out, and again it is made
apparent that no good sportsman would have hit the
bull's-eye under the circumstances. You know what he
is as well as if you lived in his native dorf up in the
mountains. He is that wonderful genius not peculiar
to any community or country—who, by dint of what the
gods call force of character, but men indeed call hum-
bug, unsupported by deeds, has filled the local mind
with unshakeable belief in his capacity.

SHAKING HANDS IN THE CELESTIAL EMPIRE.---lif
China people don't shake each other's .hands,
.
shakes his own ;:not a bad arrangement...w.a country
where skin diseases abound,—.Twelve years in China, by
a British Besident.