Daily globe., 1882-09-11

His face was the mold of beauty
And his heart was the throne Of will
-Poscer.
THE hand that rounded Peters dome,
And groned the aisIes OF Christian Rome.
Wrought in sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew.
The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Tile Problem.
THERE Is always best way of doing
everything, if it be to boil an egg. Man
ners are the happy ways of doing things;
each one a stroke of genius or of love
now repeated and hardened into usage.
They form at last a rich varnish, with
which the routine of life is washed and
Its details adorned. If they are super
fclal, so are the dew-drops which give
such depth to the morning meadows
Behavior.
IN spirit-worlds he trod alone,
But walked the earth unmarked unknown.
The near bystander caught no sound
Yet they who listened far aloof
Heard rendings of the skyey roof,
And felt, beneath, the Quaking ground;
And his air-sown, unheeded words,
In the next age are flaming swords.
Solution.
We have debt to every great heart,
to every fine genius to those who have
put life and fortitude on the cast of JUS
tice to those who have refined life by
elegant pursuits. 'Tis the fine souls
who serve us, and not what is called fine
society. Fine society is only self-pro-
lection against the vulgarities of the
street and tavern. Considerations 6y
the Way.
WROTE the past in characters
Of rock and fire the scroll,
The building in the coral sea,
The planting of the coal.
And thefts from satellites and rings
And broken stars drew,
And out of spent and aged things
l formed the world anew.
Song Of Nature
THINK Hans Andersen's story of the
cobweb cloth woven so fine that it was
invisible-woven for the Kings garment
must mean manners, which do really
clothe a princely nature. Such one
can well go in blanket, if he would. In
the gymnasium Or on the sea beach his
superiority does not leave him. But he
who has not this fine garment of behav-
ior is studious of dress, and then not less
of house, and furniture, and pictures.
and gardens, in ali which he hopes to
lie perdu, and not be exposed. Social
Aag1aS.
The Cisterns Of Old Carthage.
Stumbling over broken blocks of ma
sonry, among which the lizards, sole in
habitants of the city, were running free
ly, [ walked short distance past the
site of Dido's palace, and came thus to
the place where the only extensive re-
mains of the greatness of Carthage are
to be found. These are the cisterns
which once furnished portion of the
water supply of the city. Just as Prof.
Owen can reconstruct an extinct animal
If only single bone of its skeleton has
been preserved, SO it is an easy matter
for those who have seen these wonderful
clsterns to form an approximate idea of
the grandeur of the city to which they
belonged. They are vast subterranean
structures, with heavy vaulted roofs, in
tended to shut out from the cool water
in the mighty tanks the heat of the
African sun. But time has made many
breach in these great arches, and the
Light Of day In consequence streams in
upon corridors and chambers which
1900 years ago were jealousy shrouded
In midnight gloom. Some of the cisterns
are circular in shape, and look like moth
ing SO much as enormous wells the ma
jority, however, are of oblong form. In
every case the masonry is of the most
substantial description. showing how
well the Phenicians did their work.
Even more remarkable, however, than
the quality of the masonry is that of the
lining of cement upon the walls Of the
cisterns. It is as perfect to-day as ON
the day, probably more than 1900 years
distant, when it was spread upon these
walls. The very marks of the trowels
used in spreading it are quite distinct,
and here and there may be seen the
coarse imprint of some workman's
thumb-a sight to ponder over at ones
leisure. had strange "eerie feel
ing upon me as I trod the long covered
corridor that runs the length of the
whole series of cisterns, and thought OF
the time when above where now walked
the tumultuous life of a great city had
rolled in its majestic fullness of power.
Most of the cisterns were half-flled with
rubbish that had fallen when the arches
OF the roof gave way; but presently I
came to some which seemed to be COM
paratively little injured, and at last to
one that-so far as I could tell-was as
perfect as on the day when the Phmni-
clan workmen left it, and the cool wa
ters were first allowed to flow into it. It
was beautiful, dimly- lighted chamber,
with walls, and roof, and floor white and
clean and it contained pure crystal wa
ter to the depth of five or six feet. So
bright and refreshing was that water, so
great the contrast which this cool, shady
apartment presented to the burning heat
and glare outside, that I looked about to
see if there were any means by which
could descend and bathe in this vast
tank. None, however, were visible, and
after while had to leave the arched
corridor, and return to the blaze of the
sunshine.-T ". Reids Life Of the
Bey."