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The Author OF Political Trouble.

From the Burlington Hawkeye
0"Cadmus," casually remarked Stanley
Matthews private secretary, "Cadmus in
vented or rather introduced letters
"Show him to me" shouted the Senator.
Let me at him! Where is he? That's
the man I have been looking for Show
to me, I.say! Where is he?'
"He is dead" stammered the aston
ished and frightened secretary. 'He died
before the last election"
ooh, baftled Of my revenger' stormed
the great Senator. "Who was the william 2
Who was this vile wretch who invented
letters2 Ohio man9"
"N-no," stammered the poor secretary,
II believe not. he died in Illyrium.''
"Ah-h-h' said the Senator, with a
terrible snarl, ''Iowa man; Fayette coun-
ty. I see, by heaven; I see; the Haaokeye
did it. Revenge, revenge!"
Sends a verbal message to the President
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RI int Once was Sponge.

A writer in St. Nicholas says: ssYou
never would think it, would you2 but
I'm told Ii at flint is nothing more nor
less than sponge turned to stone. Once
the sponge grew at the bottom of the sea,
as other sponges grow now; but that
was ages and ages ago, and since then
sponge turned to flint, and has lain cover
ed by rock and earth of many kinds
piled thick above it. Seen with micros-
cope flint shows the make Of sponge in its
fbres; and sometimes you can see bedded
in it, the shells of tile tiny creatures on
which the sponge had fed. Now and
then, inside a flint will be found bits of
the sponges yet unchanged. That last
proof settles it; but must say it is hard
to believe hard as the flint, almost.
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About Languages.

The following interesting extracts are
from sermon preached by Rev. joseph
Wild in Brooklyn, and published in the
New York Champion:
A British poet has presented in poetry
the special features of several of the
European languages, which we give:
Greeks harp we love to hear;
Latin is trumpet clear;
Spanish like an organ sWells:
Italian rings its bridal bells;
france, with many flolic mien,
Tunes her sprightly violin;
Loud the German rolls his drum
when kussla's clashing cymbals come;
But Britain's sons may well rejoice.
For English is the human voice.o
There are eight Languages in the.
bounds OF Christian civilization that may
be accounted powerful. because they are
the tongues OF vigorous people; they are
the English, Russian. German, French,
Spanish, Italian, Portuguese and Scandi-
naVlan. But of these all are indigenous,
except the English, SO that they die if
transplanted. Look at this country and
behold what cemetery it is for Ian
guages. Once the French lad strong
hold and promised to abide here; but it
is now nearly gone, even from the State
of Louisiana and Canada, the last places
of retreat.
II we take note of the population ac-
cordlng to these several languages, we
snail SEE the prophetic future Of the Eng
llsh. 1t is spoken by about ninety mil
lions, Russian seventy-fve, German fifty
six, French forty, Spanish ti1irty-e1ght,
Italian twenty-nine, Portuguese tour
teen and Scandinavian nine. Within the
control OF the governments of these
languages we find England to have
rule over 255,000,00O people, who
do not, as yet, speak English,
and we find that the other seven have
only seventy-fve millions outside of them
selves; here is an important difference.
II we look at them by territorial limits,
leaving out Russia. we find the English
| language to own 1882 CSC square miles,
Germany 449,6S4, French 57l.57S, Span
lsh 4,694,S1l, Italian ia AGO, Portuguese
4,O2S,311, and Scandinavian 1.3O8.S3
The aggregate number Of square miles
possessed by these siz languages, is H.
l67,62O, which altogether, you see, own
l,2l5,066 miles square less than the Eng
| llsh. This balance itself is more than
Germany, France and Spain put together.
The English language is divided only in
to twenty six. * * * In one hundred
years from now the English language
will be spoken by thousand million
people. Thus we need no stretch of
fancy to see that what the prophet speaks
OF N the text will be accomplished in due
| time.
This language will soon be universal;
| by common consent it will become the
language of the world. All changes
going on among nations forecast its ubiq-
ulty. China, 10y an imperial decree, has
just added to her language 700 English
words. Her sons. by the thousand are
with US, and by the thousand they are
learning our mother tongue. The Japa-
nese, till few years ago, carried on their
foreign correspondence through the
Dutch, but now they have changed to the
English. Besides, in the 5000 schools
IN Japan English is being taught.
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find the spot where he had been born,
questioned the villagers in regard to the
families of his day, and in the evening sat
down for refreshmeht in a gast-haus.
The with Immediately began talking
in an undertone with some regular custom.
ers who had come to their favorite veins
tube to quaf the evening lager. He
pointed frequently to the newcomer,
wagged his head knowingly, stood with
in a few PAGES of the professor, placed his
hands upon his hips. drew back, and, with
an air OF defiance, asked what was wanted
"a glass of beer,' was the unconcerned
answer, made in the mother tongue OF
both speakers.
Herr Wirth stood 'motionless awhile
and at last drawled out: .sWell-whc
are you, any way?" The professor re.
piled that he was all American. Her,
Wirth quickly turning to the lockers on
said: 80, do you hear that2 He says he is
an American, and yet speaks German like
a natige!'
The professor was then informed that
he had been watched all day; that he
had been seen going into various houses
| ..iN' ~ vas 0NAuOAlAy luCIS LII SOlne pO
lltlcal purpose-to excite an uprising OF
some thing of that sort and that the best
thing for him to do would be to clear
out.
The professor attempted to establish
his identity by telling them that he was
born in the village. He described how
the place used to look, but they remem
| bered nothing. He spoke Of people who
bad once lived there, but no one present
had ever heard of them.
He atlast thought of something, which
as ne fancied, could not have passed out
Of mind. Gentlemen said he, ssthere
was once high wooden tower right uF
at the turn in the road. I played in thai
when [ was a boy. All of you certainly
must remember the old tower" The
company shook their he DIS. who evel
heard OF the tower? exclaimed one anc
mother. ''There never was a tower
there'' 80
The professor is willing now to liv,
and die in the college town in Americs
where he is known and honOred.
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How a Woman Hurries.

Have you ever waited for woman to
"get ready" to go somewheres Of course
you have, and will be interested in what
follows, written by Kate Thorn. The
hour is half-past three. Maria is not
ready. At four she twill be down in Just
one moment" but even at this hour, if
you could look into Marie's chamber you
would be in despair. Her 'scrimps" are,
not taken down, her boots unbuttoned
her pull-back's elastic cords are out of
gear, and the maid IS fixing them? she
can't find her bracelets, one cuff pin is
missing; she puts her arnica on Ter
handkerchief by mistake, think
ing it jockey club. There is but
ton off her basque from hurried button.
ing; and oh, dear! dear! where are her
lemon kids, and her lace scarf, and that
coral neck chain, and a shawl, and a
white lace vail, and dozen other neces-
sary articles? She has hurried so that
her face is all in a blaze, and she is sure
she looks like a washerwoman, and she
SEXES the powder puff and dabs little
chalk on her forehead, and hopes it won't
be seen, as she is going out to ride with
man and not with a woman. All un-
conscious of the trials which beset your
charming Marie, you are striving to do
| the agreeable to Mrs. B., with the sound
of your horses paving up that sidewalk
in your ears, and you know the old gen
tleman is particular about his grounds,
and directly you hear something snap,
and rush out to find that one of. your
spirited nags has broken of: fence pick
ct, and is trying his best on another by
way of desert. Will she ever get ready
You consult your watch. Five o'clock
You feel inclined to swear little, but
piety forbids, and you try to possess your
soul in patience. The door opens. She
comes, radiant and smiling, in the lowell
est Of new costumes, pinned back SO
tight that she creeps toward you like a
snail and you mentally wonder how she
IS ever going to step high enough to get
into the carriage; and her hat is so BE-
coming, and her black lace scarf increases
the whiteness Of her neck so much, and
she tells you so sweetly, that you feel in
fnitely obliged to her for doing it, and
feel for the moment as if the highest and
most supreme delight of existence could
be found only in waiting for her to "get
rea6u ,,
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London.

From the computations of authorities,
| it appears that London with all its
subulbs) covers within the Is miles
radius of Charing Cross nearly 700 square
miles. It numbers within these boundaries
over 100000, Inhabitants. It contains
more country born persons than the coun-
ties of Devon and Gloucester, combined.
or 81 per cent. Of its entlre population.
Every four minutes a birth takes place
IN the metropolis, and every six minutes
a death. Within the circle already named
there are added to the population 2O5
persons every day, and $4,000 annually.
London has 1000 miles Of streets, and on
an average % miles of new streets are
opened and 5000 new houses built, every
year. One thousand vessels and nine
thousand sailors are in its port every day.
Its crime is also in proportion to its ex-
tent. Seventy-three thousand persons
are annually taken into custody by the
Police, and more than one third of all the
crime in the country is committed within
its borders. Thirty-eight thousand persons
are annually committed for drunkenness
by its magistrates. The metropolis com.
prises considerably upward of 100000
foreigners from every quarter of the globe.
1t contains more Roman Catholics than
Rome. itself, more Jews than the whole of
Palestine, more Irish than Belfast,
more Scotchmen than Aberdeen, and
more Welshmen than Cardiff. Its beer
shops and gin palaces are so numerous
that their frontages, if placed side by side,
would stretch from Charing Cross to
Chichester, a distance of 62 miles. If all
the dwellings in London could thus have
frontages placed side by side they would
extend beyound the City of New York.
London has sufficient paupers to occupy
every house in Brighton The society
which advocates the cessation OF Sunday
labor will be astonished to learn that so
miles of shops are open every Sunday.
With regard to churches and chaples, the
Bishop Of London, examined before g.
committee of the House of Lords in the
year 1910, said: If you proceed a mile or
two eastward of St. Paul's. you will find
yourself in the midst of population the
most wretehed and destitute of mankind,
consisting of artifcers, laborers, beggars
and thieves, to the amount of 100000 or
100000 souls. Throughout this entire
quarter there is not more than one church
Tor every 10000 inhabitants and in two
districts there is but one church for As
OO0 souls" In 1889, Lord John Russell
stated, in Parliament, that London with
81 parishes and a population of l, 170, 900,
mad church accommodations for only 101,-
700. These and other statistics furnished
led to the sMetropolis Churches Fund.-"
established in 1885, which has been fol-
lowed by the Bishop of London's Fund.
1t is still computed, however, that at least
1000 new churches and chaples are re-
CURED in the metropolis. Cornhsz
Magazine.
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We Buy Of Those Who Advertise.

The London correspondent of the Gin
cinnatl Enquirer tells the following story
The moral will be obvious to those who
have anything to sell.
!. In Paris, last summer, / saw friend
of mine, who had just come over, using a
pen of peculiar construction, designed
with special reference to those untidy
persons who, like myself, ink their fin
gers when they write. Now my friend
is man whose hands are as white as
lilies, with finger nails like rosebuds in
tints- noticeable hands even remarkable,
considering he is an elderly man, and
who occasionally helps with the work on
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he Rich and Great Not Always Happy

Some people tell me, 'your doctrine
about loving, and wives, and all that, is
splendid for the rich, but it won't do for
the poor | tell you tonight there is
more love in the homes Of the poor than
in the palaces of the rich. The meanest
hut with love in it is palace fit for the
gods, and palace without love is a den
only fit for wild beasts. That is my
doctrine Yon cannot be so poor that you
cannot help somebody. Good nature is
the cheapest commodity in the world; and
love is the only thing that will pay ten
per cent. to borrower and lender both
Do not tell me that you have got to be
rich! We have false standard of great
ness in the United States. We think here
that man must be great, that he must
be notorious, that he must be extremely
wealthy, or that he must be on the putrid
lips Of rumor. It is all mistake. It is
not necessary to be rich or to be great, Or
to be powerful, or to be happy. The
happy nam is the successful man. Hap
piness IS the legal tender of the soul. Joy
is wealth.
A little while ago I stood by the grave
OF the old Napoleon-a magnificent tomb
Of gilt and gold, fit almost for a dead
delty--and gazed upon the sarcophagus
of black Egyptian marble, where rest at
last the ashes Of that restless man. I
leaned over the balustrade and thought
about the career of the greatest soldl er
of the modern world. I saw him
walking along the banks of the
Seine, contemplating suicide, I saw
him at Toulon. I saw him putting
down the mob in the streets Of Paris.
I saw him crossing the bridge Of Lodi
with the tricolor in his hand saw him
in Egyptin the shadow of the pyramids
II saw him conquer the Alps and min :le
the eagles of France with the eagles OF the
crags: I saw him at Marengo at Ulm
and Austerlitz. I saw him in Russia
where the infantry Of the snow and the
cavalry of the wild blast scattered his
legions like winters withered leaves. I
saw him at Leipsic in defeat and disaster,
driven by million bayonets back upon
Paris, clutched like wild beast, Danish
ed to Elba saw him escape and retake
an empire by force of his genius. I saw
him upon the fright III field of Waterloo,
where chance and fate combined to
wreck the fortunes of their former king,
and | saw him at st. Helena, with his
hands crossed behind him, gazing out up
on the sad solemn sea.
| though Of the orphans and widows he
had made, OF the tears that had been
shed for his glory, and of the only wom-
an who had ever loved him, pushed from
his heart by the cold hand of am bition,,
and I said / would rather have been a
French peasant and worn wooden shoes.
| would rather have lived in hut with a
vine growing over the door; and the
grapes growing purple in the kisses of the
autumn sun. I would rather have been
that poor peasant, with my loving wife
by my side, knitting as the day died out
Of the sky-with my children upon my
knees and their arms about mel would
rather have been that man and gone
down to the tongueless silence of. the
dreamless dust than to have been that
imperial personation Of force and MUIR
der.-Co1. Z7agersoW.
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his farm in Nebraska. Catch him ink
mo his finuars

his farm in Nebraska. Catch him ink
ing his fingers!
"Why, where did you get that Mica
pen?" | asked him, vista of blissful ex-
emption from an uninked middle finger
opening on my joyous, expectant mind.
Sin OMAHA . he answered. s.It's the
incest thing. fused to ink nv fingers
before I gotit!"
He did! He linked his fingers! That
was enough for me. I got the name of
the merchant from whom he bought the
pen, the price Of it, and inclosing the
money, sent from Paris to Omaha for a
pen.
By the last steamer it came to me. The
statloner at Omaha was out of them, but
he sent to Sioux City to the man that adj
vertises them for another lot. Ana now
here is where the laugh comes in. The
pens are an English invention, and tons
OF them can be bought in London if de-
sired. At the stationer's next door
could have got what I had sent after to
Sioux City. But how could l know that9
dealt with the man who advertised.
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Drifting.
BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.

Bf THOMAS bUCAAN&A~N AS1-aDs
My soul to-day
Is far away,
Sailing the Vesuvian Bay;
NV winged boat,
A bird ahoat,
SWims round the purple peaks remote
Round purple peaks
It sails and seeks
Blue inlets and their crystal creeks,
Where high rocks throw
Through deeps below,
= A duplicated golden glow.
Far, vague and dim
The mountains swim;
While on Vesuvius' misty brim,
With outstrctched hands,
The gray smoke stands
O'erlooking the volcanic lands.
Here Ischia smiles
Der liquid miles;
And yonder, bluest of the isles,
Calm Capri waits;
Her sapphire gates
Beguiling to her bright estates.
heed not, if
My ripping skitf
Float swift or slow from cliff to cliff;
With dreamful eyes
My spirit lies
Under the walls of paradise.
Under the walls
Where swells and falls
The bays deep breast at intervals;
At peace l lie,
Blown softly by
A cloud upon this liquid sky.
The day, SO mild,
Is heavens own child,
With earth and ocean reconcileG-
The airs feel
Around me steal
Are murmuring to the murmuring keel
Oyer the rail
My hand l trail
Within the shadow of the sail;
A joy intense,
The cooling sense
Glides down my drowsy Incidence.
With dreamful eyes
My spirit flies
Where summer sings and never dies;
O'erveled with vines,
Sne glOWS ana SHINES
Among her future oil and wines.
Her children, hid
The cliffs amid
Are gamboling with the gamboling kid
Or down the walls,
With tipsy calls,
Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls.
The fishers child,
With tresses wild,
Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled,
With glowing lips
Sings as she skips,
Or gazeS at the far-Off ships.
Yon deep bark goes
Where traffic flows,
From land of sun to lands of SHOWS;
This happier one
Her course is run
From land of snow to lands of sun.
Q happy ship,
To rise and dip,
With the blue crystal at your lip!
y happy crew,
My heart with you
Sails, and sails, and sings anew!
No more, no more
The worldly shore
Upbraids me with its load uproar;
With dreamful eyes
My Spirit lies
Under the walls of Paradise,
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Rip Van Wrinkle.
AN AMERICAN GERMAN CASE IN real, LIFE

s A professor in an American college,
who is an Alsatian by birth, recently
visited TIE scenes of his childhood for the
first time in forty years, and had as sorry
an experience as Rip Van Wrinkle himself,
He knew nobody and nobody knew him.
He strolled through the village, tried to
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A Look into Vesuyius.

Mrs. General Coils, who has been
travelling in Europe for the last seven
months, and whose graphic letters have
been read with general interest, writing
from Italy, describes her visit to the
eruptlng crater of Vesuvius as follows
II pushed to the very mouth of the crater
yes, and looked down right into the
yawning abyss. Unlike Sir Charles Cold
stream, did see something in it, and
heard it, too. Never shall 1 forget those
awful moments. From deep down in the
very heart Of the mountain-how far be-
meath me / cannot say-came a rumbling
of distant thunder, followed by more
rapid and sharp decorating sounds, like
the explosion of firearms, then a flash, a
peal of thunder, and presently it belched
forth dense clouds of smoke, ascending
to an Incredible height, followed by a
discharge Of fery-red powders, small
stones, streams of molten lava and scarlet
flame. The interior Of the crater seemed
lined with layers of pure sulphur of a
beautiful yellow tint, made more intense
by contrast with tie immense body of
black lava by which I was surrounded.
Deep down into the crater seemeosa sea
smoldering fire. It is extraordinary
how little we realize the danger of an adj
venture like this until it is over. Had ]
learned before started of the sad fate
which six years ago befell similar party
Of explorers, Right have hesitated. Ii
was in 1872 that's party of twenty stu.
dents from Naples assembled the mountain
during an eruption. They stood upon
the brink of the crater, when suddenly
they were enveloped in cloud OF sui
phurous smoke and falling projectiles.
Eight of them (some say alp persisted,
and I believe only two Of their bodies
were ever recovered. The descent
was pleasant enough; in fact the sensa-
ton was more agreeable than otherwise,
for at every step our safety was assured
by the sinking of our feet into the deep
ashes and scoria. We arrived at Naples
at about I p. NJ, delighted at opr most
profitable work, and regretting only that
our glories and adventures were not
shared by those absent ones whose society
would have made the joy of the day alb
solutely complete"
The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-09-23

MIssouRI's immigration society Is
net accomplishing much good. Not
withstanding the fact that Missouri
possesses wonderful good soil and is
adapted for all kinds of agriculture,
and her mountains are filled with valu-
able metals, immigrants fail to show
up. There is certainly u reason for 1t
and we think the st. Louis Times
| Journal hits the nail on the head In
the following editorial article: They
do not come, because there is no social
life to invite them, no schools open for
their children, no roads, mills and shops
TO render domestic life easy and CON-
Portable. And what is worse, no prom
Use of any. The immigrants we seek
are the intelligent, the industrious, the
thrifty New Highlander, or still better,
Pennsylvania, Ohio and Indiana farm
ers, mechanics and professional men.
who already have the adaptation to u
western life. But these classes of peo-
pie have been reared in comfortable
homes; they have a sense of the good,
the useful, the beautiful-they leave
the old states, BUT they bring with them
a love of all the refining influences of
cultivated society. Is it possible for
such immigrants to settle down and be
happy in the moral wilderness of the
secluded southern parts of Missouri, to
- Ill tlaap IF rafArp, r.,,d
The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-09-23

Or all the receptions rendered to Gen.
Grant since he first set sail from New
York for his trip around the world
none has impressed him like that given
him at San Francisco. A big recep-
ton like that, by Americans on Amer
lean soiI, is something that is well cal
culated- 10 get away with the equanimi-
ty of most men. Home again" are
sweet words to the general, but they
are eweeter still when friendly and 10y
al thousands pour out to attest their
friendship.
The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-09-23

THE Albanians have again been
heard from. These people never make
a noise In the world unless they are,
obout to fight somebody. 1t is never
material to them who their enemies are
whether Servians, Montenegrins, Aus
TRANS OIL sven Turks. They don't care
so it is to be a fight. Now they are
aboutto fight Greece. A short time since
they were about making an incursion
into Servia, but as nothing has been
heard of them of late on this subject,
we may suppose the threatened inva-
sion to have been abandoneded.
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LAST year Spain announced with q
great flourish of trumpets that she WAS
just going to ~emancipate all the slaves
in Cuba, and the world gave her great
credit in consequence. But the slaves
were not freed according to promise,
hence another rebellion looms up. Now
Spain again that she will
free Cuban slaves and orders a long
term of compulsory service to reimburse
their owners. But that would be con
tinued slavery.