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Daily globe., 1879-04-06
THE SHINING LITTLE HOUSE.

It hung in the sun, the little house,
1t hung in the sun, and shone;
And through the walls could hear his voice
Who had it all for his own.
The walls were of wire, as bright as gold,
Wrought in pretty design;
The spaces between for windows served,
And the floor was clean and fine.
There was plenty, too, to eat and drink,
In this little house that shone;
lucky thing. to be sure, you'd say;
a house like this for ones own.
But the door was smut, and locked all tight,
The key was on the outside;
The one who was in could not get out,
No matter how much he tried.
Twas only prison after all,
This bright little house that shone;
All we would not want a house like that,
No matter if'twere our own!
And vet, through the walls 1 heard the voice
OF the one who lived inside;
To warble sweeter song each day,
It did seem as if he tried.
To open the door, he never SOUGHT,
Nor lutterei in idle strife;
He ate, and he drank. and slept, and sang,
Aud made the best of his life.
And I, to myself, said every day,
As his CHEEKY song heard,
There's lessen for us in every note
Of that little prisoned bird.
We all of us live life like his,
We are walled on every side;
We all long to do hundred things,
Which we could not if we tried.
We can spend our strength all foolishly
In disconteated strife;
Or we can be wise, and laugh and sing,
| And make the best OF our life.
II. H., st. Nicholas for February.
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To Revive Frosted Plants,

Plants are often frosted through neg
lect and allowed to die through igno-
rance. Those that have been quite
severely n1pped may be saved if treated
rightly. The proper way is, when the
frost has been partially dried out of
them, naturally, to drench them with
cold water from a fne-nosed watering
pot, and Immediately cover again and
let them so remain until they regain their
natural color. When they are removed,
clip off all such parts as are blackened.
As soon as i: is discovered that plant
has been touched by frost, remove it to
a cool, dark room, and on no account
suffer the sun to shine On it. If they can
be covered so as to exclude air as well as
light, it is better still. Dahlias, cannas
and the like need not be removed until
the fosts are severe enough to blacken
the leaves.-HeraZd.
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Miscellaneous Items.

The nose is red, the lips are blue; tho
weather is cold, and so are you.
It is remarkable how easy sled can
push boy up hill.
He who would rise in the world, says
Josh Billings, must pay for the yeast.
Nearly every one has seen peanut
stand, but who ever saw one sit down.
';Just my luck" said waiting-maid,
sadly. "Here am in family where
every one has love affair on hand and
leaves letters lying about open, and
can't read."
"Pat, buy you trunk, to put your
clothes in,'' said his Yankee companion.
"What, an 90 naked this cowld wealth
err" asked the honest spalpeen of Kill
larney.
There is never time when a man
realizes so forcibly that his early educa-
ton was sadly neglected, as when he has
to skip over savory dish in the bill of
fare because it was expressed in French.
1t would not be Dad idea for fash
ionable young clergymen to announce
from the pulpit just before beginning the
sermon, dearly beloved, we are com
pletely full on slippers and bookmarks,
but triie short on suspenders."
She was lady passenger in one of the
transfer coaches which run from the Shoe
Fly depot, and after becoming tired OF
keeping still, she turned to the driver and
asked "How much farther does this hor-
rid hill run?" John replied: 'sclear to
the bottom, madam"
An editors chair is like b acK tooth
hard to fill.
.He who by his biz would rise.
i Must get up early and advertise"
4 When loafer enters the sanctum OF
, busy editor, and the editor says, "Glad to
see you're back" what does he meant
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A LOVES TEHT.

From the Boston Transcript.
We are allowed by the publishers to
say that the following poem, from the
"Masque of Poets," is from the hand of
the late Bayard Taylor.
sat to. day beneath the pine
And saw the long lake shine.
The wind was weary, and the day
Sank languidly away
Behind the forests purple rim;
The sun was far to me, Iliyed for him!
did not miss you. All was sweet,
Sky. earth and soul complete
In harmony, which could afford
No more, nor spoil the chord.
Could be blest and you afar,
Were other I, or you, than what we are?
The sifted silver of the night
Rained down strange delight;
The moons moist beam on meadows made
Pale bars athwarts the shade,
And murmurs crept from tree to tree,
Mysterious whispers-not from you to me!
stirred the embers, reused the brand
And mused: on either hand
The pedigree of human thought
Sang, censured, cheered or taught.
Pausing a. each Titanic line,
caught no echo from your soul to mine!
And last, when life recast its form
To passive rest and warm,
! Ere the soft. lingering senses cease
| In sleeps half-conscious peace,
| The wish might have fashioned died
In dreams that never brought you to m!
side!
! Farewell! my nature's highest stress
| Mine equal shall possess.
! 'Tis easier to renounce, or wait
| HAPPY, the perfect fate.
My coldness is the naughty fire
That naught consumes except it's full de
| Sire
Daily globe., 1879-04-06

During dense fog a Mississippi
steamboat took landing. A traveller,
anxious to go ahead, came to the unper-
turbed manager Of the wheel, and asked
why they stopped. 'Too much fog.
Can't see the rive1." Bus you can see
the stars overhead" "Yes,' replied the
urbane pilot; "but until the biler busts
we amt going that way" The passen.
ger went to bed.
An Irishman, in describing America,
said: II am told that you moight roll
England thru it, an it wouldn't make a
dintin the ground; there's fresh water
oceans inside that ye moight dround Old
Ireland in; an as for Scotland, ye moight
stick it in corner an ye'd niver be able
TO find it out, except it moight be by the
smell of whisky.
An honest Hibernian, trundling hane
cart containing all his movables, was ac
costed by friend with: "Well, Patrick
you are moving again, see." "Faith
am" replied he. s'The times are so hare
it's a dale cheaper hiring hand carts thai
paying rints.''
Daily globe., 1879-04-06

What blessing &c household is a
merry, cheerful woman-one whose spirit
is not affected by wet days, OF little dis
appointments, or whose cream of human
kindness does not sour in the sunshine OF
prosperity! Such woman IN the dark
est hours brightens the house like piece
of sunshiny weather. The magnetism of
hel smiles, the electrical brightness of
her looks and movements infest every
one. The children 60 to school with a
sense Of something great to be achieved
her husband goes into the world IN con-
queror's spirit. No matter how people
annoy and worry him all day, far off her
presence shines, and he whispers to him
self, cat home shall find rest" So day
by day she literally renews his strength
and energy; and if you know man with
a beaming face, kind heart, and pros.
porous business, in nine cases out of ten
you will find he has wife of this kind
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
Henry Bergh's Methods.

In paper, by Mr.. c. G. Buel, in
Scrlbner for April, on '.Henry Bcrgh and
his Work. occurs this passage regarding
his methods of enforcing the laws against
cruelty:
Moral suasion and resolute bearing
are Henry Bergh's most potent auxili-
aries. Only rarely has he been forced to
use his muscular strength to defend him
self. One winters day he met two large
men comfortably seated on ton of coal,
with one horse straining to drag the cart
through the snow. He ordered them to
get down, and after an alteration pulled
them down. At another time he stood
at the southwest corner of Washington
square, inspecting the horses ct the
Seventh Avenue Railroad. Several weak
and lame horses were ordered to be sent
to the stables. and blockade of over
loaded cars soon cnsued A loafer on
a car platform, annoyed at the dely, be-
gan to curse Mr.. Bergh, who stood on the
curb-stone three feet distant, turning
deaf ear till the spectators began to urge
the bully on. Then, losing his patience,
he seized the reins and suspended the
movement of the car until the order was
complied with. This IS one of his
curb stone" speeches, often used with
effect: "Now, gentlemen, consider
that you are American citizens living
in a republic. You make your own
laws; no despot makes them for you.
And l appeal to your sense Of justice and
your patriotism, oughtn't you to respect
what you yourselves have made?" Once,
Mr.. Bergh ordered the ignorant foreman
Of gang OF gas-pipe layers to fill up one
half of a trench they had dug directly
across crowded Greenwich street. even
under the railway track The man gave
a surly refusal which would have caused
his arrest had not a stranger stepped out
of the crowd and said:
i "Mlke, you better do what that man
tells you, for he's the law and the gospel
in this city,
''The law and the gospel is it, thena"
replied Mike, surveying Mr.. Bergh from
head to foot. "Well, lie don't look bit
like it,"
"No matter, but he isl enforced the
!. stranger, "and if you can take a friends
advice, you will fill up that trench"
And the trench was filled
1t is a compliment to Henry Bergh's
!, tact and moderation in the use of his
} great authority, that he has won the re-
, spect OF most of the drivers of the city (;
5 these people may frequently be seen lift
ing their hats to him, a courtesy always
acknowledged with a bow. Horse-car
; drivers have been known to leave their
!, cars ard run to the assistance of his Of
: ficers, notably when Superintendent
: fairfield was attacked at Madison square.
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
NIGHT.

Slowly the sunset fades;
Nights shadows fall;
The pale moon glimmers thro' the shades
about the poplars tall:
The rivers waves amid the reeds
Like wan gray serpents crawl.
A hushing wind doth 90
In secret, where
The rushes bend with the waves flow,
And the reeds twist like hair
Slowly stealing, till it takes the ashen
boughs
With sudden gusts Of air.
Somewhere, too-late bird
Makes shrilly sound;
Close by, the marsh frogs are heard
Upon the wcedy ground;
A white owl fits on ghostly wing,
And the bats swarm around.
The quivering planets shine
Through the black night;
They seem TO hang like fre-hies on
The tree-tops all alight;
The rustling topmOst leayes all gleam
With silvery white.
The pale moon grows apace
A warmer hue;
1t draws veil across the face
Ofnlght, which looketh through;
1t floods the hills and hidden dells
With misty, yellow dew.
Like pale gold dew it lies
On half-seen trees;
With broad and yellow sheets it clads
The sloping flowery leas;
Its misty smile in the fair skies
Lights up the restless seas.
A hushing wind doth go
In secret, where
The reeds within the rivers flow
Wave like long twisted hair,
And dies in silence on the lips
OF lilies lying there.
-JO04 Words
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
That's NV Boy!

Big blue eyes with roguish twinkle;
Dimples ever running riot;
Busy tongue that's never quiet;
Forehead fair, with ne'er a wrinkle;
Clust'ring hair of sunny hue;
Nose little snub, tits true
That's my boy!
Fun and mischief never stopping;
Teasing now for ''pants and boots,
And truly gun that shoots;;"
Kisses on my cheek fast dropping
Then away with shout and hop
Till I cry: ooh mercy, stOp!'
That's my boy!
Never ending, still beginning;
Pockets full of dirt and crumbs;
Crazy over horns and drums;
Noise in all things ever winning;
Dragging he of Jim" is master,
While I run for white court-plaster-
That's my boy!
Do you hear fearful noise?
Do you scent a burning smell?
Do you hear a curdling yell
Loud enough for twenty boys!
Do you hear while at your prayers,
Some one tumbling down the stairs?
That's my boy!
So it goes-some pain, some pleasure.
Wonder /, 'twixt tear and smile,
Will it be thus all the while
Joy and grief in equal measure?
Shall cry, in bitter sorrow,
In some dread, far-off tomorrow,
That's my boy?
All, no, no! Mothers eyes look far ahead
And mine see, with tender pride,
By gray haired woman's side
One whom, now that years have sped,
Brave, yet gentle, is her stay;
One of whom she'll proudly say,
That's my boy!
Cora r.. Campbell SHERRY.
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
Henry Bergh.

An illustrated paper, by Mr.. G.. c..
Bue], in ScrSbner for April, contains an
account of Mr.. Bergh's unique and inter-
esting work and this sketch of the 1er-
sonnel of the man:
Thirteen years of devoted labor have
wrought no very great change in the ap-
pearance and manners of Henry Bergh.
If the lines of his careworn face have
multiplied, they have also responded to
the kindly influence of public sympathy
and the release of his genial disposition
had no claims on Mr.. Bergh's indulgence
once remarked, II was alarmed by the
dignity of his presence and disarmed by
his po.iteness." Since Horace Greeley's
death, no igure more familiar TO the
public has walked the streets Of the me-
troplis. Nature gave him an absolute
patent on every feature and manner Of
his personality. His commanding stat
ure Of six feet ir magnitied by his er-ct
and dignided bearing. A silk hat with
straight rim covers with primness the
severity OF his presence. Adark brown or
dark blue frock overcoat encases his broad
shoulders and spare, yet sinewy, figure.
A decisive hand grasps cane, strong
enough to lean upon, and competent to be
defense without looking like standing
menace. When this cane, or even his
finger, is raised in warning, the cruel
driver is quick to understand and heed
the gesture. On the crowded street. he
walks with slow, slightly swinging
pace peculiar to himself. Apparently
preoccupied, he is yet observant of every
thing about him and mechanically notes
the condition from head 20 hoof of every
passing horse. Everybody looks into the
long, solemn, finely chiseleo and bronze6
face wearing an expression of frmness
and benevolence. Brown locks fringe g
broad and rounded forehead. Eyes
between blue and hazel, lighted by in
tellectual fires, are equally ready to dar
authority or show compassion. There il
energy of character in a long nose of th'
purest Greek type; melancholy in {
mouth rendered doubly grave by deel
lines, thin lips and sparse, droopinl
mustache, and determination in a squar
chin Of leonine strength. The head
evenly poised, is set on stout necl
rooted to broad shoulders. In plainness
gravity, good taste, individuality and un
assuming and self-possessed dignity, hi
personality is a compromise between
Quaker and French nobleman who's
life and thoughts no less than lon
descent are his title to nobility.
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is face expressing the disgust he really

felt.
Madam glanced up at him from under
her long eyelashes, slipping from her cup
industriously, thst her facial muscles
might not betray the amusement she felt.
81 knew you would pronounce the tea
excellent this time," she said.
This was too much. His rage, his dis
gust fairly boiled over.
'Tea, madam! tea!" he roared. "Such
abominable stuff tea, is it? Excellent is it2
-excellent!'
"It Is excellent" said madam sweetlv.
taking him at his word, and ignoring the
exclamation point utterly. mamma
taught me to make tea when I was ten
years of age, -"
Maj. Flint had stood fire for three
whole days, but flesh and blood could en-
dure it no longer. Not waiting to hear
more, he bounded to his feet aEd rushed
into the hall. Here he seized his hat in
both hands, jammed it down over his
eyes and started TOR the street. Then, as
if forgetful Of something, be retraced his
steps, and, thrusting his head through
the partially-opened door, almost shouted:
SIN Heavens name, madam, can you
tell me where Mrs. Lurns went when she
| left herey"
Il think" said madam. deliberately,
sif nv memory serves me rightly, heard
her speak Of stopping with her little girl
at Mrs. Marsh's till she should secure a
situation"
81 thought the tea would finish him.
said Mrs. Flint, amusedly, watching from
the window her husbands retreating
form, the click of his boot-heels ringing
like bell as he brought his feet vigor-
usly down on the pavement, the small
boys eyeing him askance, and fastening
out of his way, while wondering if he was
racing for wager.
1t is perhaps needless to say that before
the evening closed Mrs. Burns was again
installed in her old rooms at the Flint
mansion.
"It is useless" said the Majer. mourn
fully, that evening,in the, solitude of hi
appartment.aa"I might as welisattempt to
move the huge powders on yonde1
| mountain-top as to contend with tha
women, wife number two."
Ana he never did. For, whenever hi
wife appealed to him in regard to tn
children or the domestic arrangements
l he would answer meekly:
, "My dear, do as you think BEST"
And Mrs. Flint owed her success to tn
;, fact that she never trenched upon he
husbands real prerogatives, but respect
!. ed them as she claimed respect for he
own.
And so that is how she managed him
e IN. 2. Weekly.
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Colorado, the Colored Land.

This land derived its name from its
many-colored turreted hills and rocks,
which, white, pink, and blue, stand out
in painted contrast with the unchanging
greenery of gnarled and wide-fringed
pines. From the divide the whole range
of the Rocky mountains is seen at
glance; and they are ever varying in color.
In tie early morn Pixies peak is clad in
violet, and the rising san tips him with
gold; in the evening he is all rose. The
Snowy range is sometimes silver-pure,
bright silver; and at other times the snow
is perfect pink, fading, as the sun sets,
into gray and violet and white. In a
bright no onday the foot hills display all
their hues Of green and amber. The
peak, as I write in January, is violet
colored, streaked with silver. I fear no
brush can ever represent it as it is in
natures dress. 1t must be seen. The
vivid colors of the rainbow in this land
are truly enchanting when they appear,
though we seldom have true rainbow,
so rare is the rain-shower. But we have
other rainbows rainbow in the snow
mist, kind Of snowy sleet which falls on
the hills, and at times rises from the
Snowy range undet the heat of the sun
like bright gauze vail. On frosty
evening, too, at sundewn, the landscape
is hemmed with an atmosphere painted
with all the colors of the rainbow as witt
broad ribbon. Night in Colorado il
not black, or even gray; but when tht
} weather is fine, which is nearly always
. the moon sails in armament of dart
blue, bright and clear. Truly, then, i
this Western land styled Colorado
land clothed, like the darling child o
, the Hebrew patriarch, in robe of man.
colors.-Frnzer's Magazine.
Daily globe., 1879-04-06

people can entertain each other when they
set about it. Don't save all Of your good
times, . any more than your good manners,
for company" There are two months
more of evenings a. home." Ii the read
ing has tagged, or the old games grown
stale, devise new methods of amusement.
What would you do if dozen friends
were coming in for an evening? Can't
you do as much for the children2 Don't
be afraid of fun. good people, even if it
be little noisy, and prize it enough to
plan for it.-G0lden Ruze.
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
Sing. children, sing!

SlnS, culuTell, slHS!
The lilies white you bring
In the joyous Easter morning for hope are
blossoming;
And as the earth her shroud of snow from off
her breast doth fling,
So may we east our fetters off in Gods eternal
Spring.
So may we find release at last from sorrow
and from pain,
So may we fird oar childhood's calm, delicious
dawn again.
Sweet are your eyes, o little ones. that look
with smiling grace,
Without shade of doubt or fear into the Flu
ture's face!
Sing, sing in happy chorus, with joyful voices
tell
That death is life, and God is good, and all
things shall be well;
That bitter days shall cease
In warmth and light and peace
That Winter yields to SPRING
Sing, little children, sing!
Celia Thaxter; st Nicholas for april.
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
A SONG OF EASTER.

Sing, children, sing!
And the lily censers swing;
Sing that life and joy are waking and that
Death no more is king.
Sing the happy, happy tumult of the slowly
frightening Spring;
Sing, little children, sing!
Daily globe., 1879-04-06
Sing, children, sing!

Winter wild has taken wing.
Fill the air with the sweet tidings till the
frosty echoes ring!
Along the caves the icicles no Ion ger glittering
cling;
And the crocus in the garden lifts its bright
face to the sun.
And in the meadows softly the brooks begin
to run;
And the golden catkins swing
In the warm airs OF the Spring;
Sing, little children, sing!
The New York herald., 1879-12-12
FROM OUR REGULAR CORRESPONDENT.

WASHINGTON. Dec. IL. 1879.
PROSPECTS or HEATED DEBATE OVER THE Ap-
PRoPRIArIoN BILI.s-TnE ELECTION LAWS.
II an attempt should bo made--and many mem.
bers think 1t will beto put political legislation
of the appropriation bills the contest will be
long and bitter. 1t is also whispered already that.
the effort is to be renewed to reorganize the army
the Army Appropriation bill. and to tack bill
transfer the Indian Bureau to tho War De-
partment to the Indian Appropriation bill.
both OF which attempts will be fought with des-
peration. II the present Committee on Appropri-
atons get all thor bills in shape be reported be-
fore March. they will have accomplished wonders.
and done that which other appropriation COM
mttec has been able to do in long session Of
Congress. Those democrats who have been busy
trying to devise OF keeping the excitabs
members of their party quiet and OF avoiding heated
debate with republicans have, according the state
ment of one of them, about concluded that on the
bill making appropriations for marshals II will DO
impossible to prevent renewal OF the debate over
the national election laws. Tho democratic sido of
the House is by no ready to surrender on this
question: and the attempt impose the restrictions
of last session upon the bill will inevitably reopen
the question of an extra session.
NEW IDEAS ON THE UTE QUESTION.
An officer of tho army. writing from the Uto coun.
try in letter received to-day says that the Southern
Utos have been quiet from the first and remain SO.
The officers stationed among them have observed no
signs Of trouble. and oil they have heard Of
war has been in tho newspapers. Ho says that win
tor has set throughout the Ute region and that.
The New York herald., 1879-12-12

WONDERFUL CHESS PLAYING.

In the parors of the Manhattan Chess Club. last
evening. there was unusually interesting exhibi-
ton Of skill. which attracted q number Of chess
players I'm addition to tho members. Captain
George Ii. Mackenzie engaged nineteen players
at once The intention was to have twenty
games made. but tho twentieth man was
not found bold enough TO enter the lists The Ia
bes set in hollow square. In the centre OF
which the champion took his position. On the out
sido seated Mossrs. Stamper. Ward Blcdom,
Gedalis, Nye and othersweu known players, who
tured the trial against one-nineteenth OF tho
Captains powers. Tho openings were made
rapidly in the usual way, and the interest
of the games speedily developed. Tho Captain
moved rapidly from board TO board evidently taking
the position of each game ~ separate problem
each time he returned to IL. Whether he thus
studied series OF problems. whether no kept the
nineteen in his head games. the rapidty of
his play was equally marvellous. In almost every
case glance was enough, and frequently when his
opponents having anticipated his move made the next
at once. tho Captain he moved away from the
board ma dc the next movement without instant's
pause. lHe number OF the games rapidly decreased
after an hour. the most of them being by Cap.
tain Mackenzie. Nh. Gedaa and MIR. Nye won. but
tho others went down one by The last game
was finished at quarter to twelve p NJ. or three
hours and thrce quarters time Captain MackonAe
won hftoen out of the nineteen games, MIR. Nye ana
MIR. Godalia each winning one and Mr.. Ward ana Mr'
Pollock obtskning each = draw,