Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-11-26

duce the sulkiness of non-improvement of
opportunities, and in the other that the
exhilaration of victory may lead to a
neglect of vital details.
No LIVING monarch, European or Asiat-
ic, not even the czar of all the Russias, can
boast of such service of plate as that
owned by Queen Victoria, to whose guests
it is often exhibited on huge Bullets at
either end of the banqueting table in st.
Georges hall-vases, plateaux, cups and
candelabra, all wrought in the precious
metal, the net value of which is said to ex-
coed $2,O0O,OOO. Conspicuous among the
trophies are the mimic lyre-bird and tt
gers head, taken from Tippoo Saib eighty
odd years ago, and presented to her mai
esty's grandfather. king George III. The
lyre-bird's body and tail is composed of
solid gold, richly studied with brilliants,
rubies, emeralds and pearls. The tigers
head once served Hyder Ais masterful
son as footstool. It is a life-sized model,
fashioned in solid silver, richly gilt, its
tusks of rock-crystal, and it's tongue of pure
gold. Like the lyre-bird, it fell into the
hands of the British at the storming of
Seringapatam, where Tppoo, its valorous
owner, met his death.
GIBBoN completed his famous, may we
not say, immortal work, the Decline and
Fall of the Roman Empire at Lausanne,
Switzerland. The following is an account
given by himself of the conclusion of that
great, exhaustive and exhausting work:
1t was on the day, or rather night, of the
9th of June, 1887, between the hours of
II and II, that I wrote the last
! lines of the last page. in summer-house
in my garden. After laying down my pen,
1 took several turns in 6erceou, or COW
cred walk of acacies, which commands a
prospect of the country, the lake and the
mountains. The air was temperate, the
sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon
was reflected from the waters, and all ma
ture was silent. will not dissemblc the
first emotions of Joy on the recovery of
my freedom, and perhaps the establish
ment of my fame. But my pride was soon
! humbled, and sober melancholy was
spread over my mind by the idea that
had taken an everlasting leave of an old
and agreeable companion; and that, what
ever might be the future fate of my his
tory, the life of the historian must be
| short and precarious.
PHYSICIAN of intelligence and pluck
got in good piece of work in New York
city not long ago. He was in the vicinity
of the Fulton ferry, and attracted by a
crowd, found boy lying upon one of the
boat decks, who had just been drawn out
of the water and was supposedsto be dead
The physician was a ife-saving officer, and
in spite of the bluffs received from
the ignorant company gathered about
he pushed his way inland laid hold
of the apparently lifeless body OF
the boy. By quick use of his
fingers and careful turning of the body
with pressure the water and sediment
which were in the mouth and on the lungs
we're expelled. Then the body was placed
upon the back again, and the officer, kneel
ing over, by the use of his hands upon tine
side, produced succession of artificial
inhalations and exhalations. All this time
with the aid of some of the incredulous
bystanders, a smart Shaping of the hands
and feet was kept up. Presently the boy
gave a faint gasp for breath. The doctors
face frightened, whilst the countenancel
of those looking curiously on indicated
every degree of wonderment and surprise
Restoratives were now given, and warn
blankets applied. The physician then left
The boys life was saved.