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A VISIT TO KOssUTH.
How the Hungarian Patriot Appears at th
Age of Eighty-Three.

How the Hungarian Patriot Appears at the
Age of Eighty-Three.
London Life.
How long I had been standing at Kossuth's
door before it opened cannot tell, but the click
of the latch recalled me from my dreams. L
addressed the man-servant who appeared before
me in Hungarian. supposing that Kossuth would
only be served by a Hungarian but, to my as
constituent he replied in Italian. According to
his account it is a practice of Kossuth TO COM
mence the day with cold bath. After that he
has his breakfast After his breakfast he goes
for walk. On his return the remainder Of the
day is mapped out, and all appointments with
him have to be made day in advance.
The man departed, and in a. moment as / was
standing in the lobby, heard voice saying
that he would see me almost Immediately.
was at once admitted to the sitting room OF his
sister, who lives with him. She informed me
that should not have long to wait for Kossuth's
breakfast consisted of a tumber of milk, a few
biscuits and glass of wine. Her prediction
was sufficiently correct for in very few min
utes was ushered into Kossuth's
study or sanctum. 1t hand
some room, with two large windows
overlooking the beautiful garden which have
mentioned Close to the light were awriting table
and a bureau. There were a few other articles
of furnlture-solid and handsomely made-but
hardly sufficient, according to English ideas, to
equip the room. Here and there picture
on the walls. What most struck mo was the
almost total absence of books Myself man
of letters. l always expect large library.
had forgotten that Kossuth was man OF action,
to whom a single map is worth more than
hundred volumes of history. Kossuth, when /
entered was standing at his writing desk I
could scarcely believe that the man was eighty
three years of age He stood as upright as a
dart His eye glanced round the room like that
of eagle His hair is white, and his beard
and mustache are nearly white, but they are not
whittier than those of most men at sixty; and
when we had interchanged salutations and had
asked after his health, he told me that he was at
present not as well as usual but added, with all
his old fire, II wish j were now climbing up
Mount Blanc or any of the higher Alps as some
years ago; but am unequal now to the task
And here he expanded-or as the French would
say. gonfa--his chest You know am KEEN
botanst and like to gather rare plants. have
always had great passion for flowers"
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The Physician Who Attended Him Says that
Liquor Was Not the Cause Of His Death.

The Physician Who Attended Him Says that
Liquor Was Not the Cause of His Death.
A Tribune reporter called at the Fifth-ayenue
Hotel last evening to see the physician in whose
care Edgar A. Poe was when he breathed his
last. He is Dr. John J. Moran, Of Falls Church.
Va, who is here by invitation to attend the exer-
cises of the unwilling of the Poe memorial to-
day, and to refute the tale so long circulated
that the poet died from excessive drinking. 1t
is understood that statement from Poe's
afianced wife, and one from the undertaken who
buried him, corroborate the Doctors testimony.
DIR. Moran said to the reporter:
II was the physician in charge of Washington
College University Hospital for some seven
years, from early in 1869 until 1856. was quite
young at the time. Mr.. Poe was in my charge
when he died. and not in an ut-of-the way hos
pital as his early biographers stated. The
Washington Hosuital had lover two hundred
beds. 1t has been stated by his first biographer,
the Rev. Rufus r. Griswold and became part of
the accepted public understanding, that Poe
died in fit of delirium tremens. most en-
phatcally declare the falsehood of this statement
/ can establish by living testimony the fact that
Poe did not die under the influence Of any in
toxicant, non were incorporate habits the
cause of his DEATH as he had not for
coffee to pass his lips. In his younger days
he participated with those who drank and at
long intervals was overcome, but his organiza-
ton was so sensitive that he could never have
become dram drlnker mat was MS own IAN
guage to me. Poe was brought to the hospital
on Oct. 5, 1849, at 8 A. sr. He was in an uncon-
scious state, but rallied and became conscious
for the greater part of the sixteen hours that in
tervened before his death. His disease was,
technically, encephalitis. 1t is disease of part
of the brain. His death, however, was the i'm
mediate result of exhaustion and exposure. He
had lain out all night with his face to the heav-
ems, in an October atmosphere. When awake
he was rational, answered all questions put to
him, and gave instructions about writing letters,
one being sent to his affanced wife, Mrs
Sarah 4. Shelton. In reply to his inquiry as to
his condition, I told him that death was near
He cried out patheticaly oh, God, is there no
ransom for the deathless spiritP and shortly af-
tar died y
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IT Will Pass.

With voice grief-keyed to accents sad and low:
1T seems so long, SO long to wait, she said,
"And all the leaves with hectic flush are red
With hints of death, and DER them fercely blow
Blasts from the hell of Slalds with icy flow,
From that black gulf where lie the summer'sdea
And whore, apart we may by fate be led,
Alas! we cannot know, wa cannot know
But May will mint the dsndelion's gold,
And from the grass the, silver daisies peer;
The damask web of roses be unrolled
From off the loom that weaves the latest year.
And butterflies their satin wings unfold,
And sun-kissed, languorous June again be here.
Ben D. House.
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When Spring Comes.

Along the yellow roads the grass
Shall softly creep like noiseess feet,
A thousand odors subtly sweet
Shall breathe where'er the south winds pass.
The first pale blossoms shall unfold
Beside the ling ring drifts of snow,
The dandelion wake and glow
Ere fades the crocus' white and gold.
The swallow on his airy wing
Shall soar where skies are softly blue,
In thickets wet at noon with dew
The hermitthrush shall Turk and sing.
But who shall care for these, alas
If from a grave the flowers shall grow
And warm rains only melt the snow
To hide the dead beneath the grass.
Mary K. Krout, in the Current.
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Charles George Gordon.

And One has buried him; in English hearts
OF women. though the passionate anguish darts
Through every of children. crying full fan,
II want to be like Gordon and of men,
Who. as the worldly scales slip from their eyes.
See how q Christian soldier lives and dies.
What matter, though his sepulchre unknown,
We never find TO mark with needless stone;
Nor ever learn who his last " ord did hear,
Who caught his last kind smile. to children dear:
God took him. In that hour perchance he saw,
Like Moses. all the mystery of the law
OF sacrifice-did in a vision stand
Beholding afar off the Promised Land;
Order peace, freedom purchased by his DEATH
And righteousness-the righteousness of faith.
Miss Muloch in English Illustrated Magazine.
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Psyche and Pan. =

What thought of love, O Psyche, fills thy soulf
What hayward fancy TREMENDOUSLY doth bids
About thy heart, that scarce thy lips can hide
tender smilel Recallest how Love stole
Upon the unaware, while still the dole
OF his first absence held the dewey eyed
And how his words thy doubling heart did chide
And how his kiss thy wounded heart made wholes
All. subtle is the power of piping reed
Touched deftly by Pans ingers Well for thee
Ii tranquil memories alone he raise,
And doth not fright thee with rude prophecy
Of Venus pitess, of woe decreed,
And all thy wandering through thorny ways.
Lewis Il. Gates in The Critic
CAMBRIDGE, Mass.
Suggested by Beyschlags picture of Psyche listen
ing to Pans piping
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imagination, which was made over to the world
for very small consideration. It was not
enough for him to live upon; but now that he is
dead, monuments and tablets are reared In his
honor, the cost Of which would, il bestowed on
him in his lifetime, have supported him for years.
In the words of the famous epigram on the au-
thor OF "Hudibras:"
He asks for bread, and he receives stone"
Speaking of verses, these lines were perpetrat-
ed in conversation recently by one of the editors
OF Puck, apropos of Louis Stevensons successful
book, "a Child's Garden of Verses
"Austn, Austin, Austin
Dolby. Dolby, Dolby,
Although writing verses
Seems to be your hobby,
Stevenson can take you,
With Messrs. Goss and Lang,
And knock your heads together
With bang, bang bang"
DIR. Stevenson, Il may mention, has written
two new plays in London, in partnership with
w. y. Henley. Brander Matthews, who is to
sail for England on Saturday tells me he has
just delivered to the Century Magazine an arti-
Gle on American warsongs, to appear in the
brilliant series of war papers in that magazine
he has unearthed good deal of curious in
formation, among other things precise account
OF the hberator John Browns exact antecedents
and origin, which have heretofore remained I'M
certain. The volume of short stories by Mr..
Matthews and III. G. Bunner, called I'm PART
nership," has just been republished in Edin-
burg, and will soon be brought out in Germany
IN translation. Edgar Fawcett
has completed novel, 1.-THE Confessions of
Claude which deals with the problem of
heredity in a new form. The father of the hero
is German, who married French woman and
murdered her. He is man of great physical
power and presence, magnificent animal, but
devoid of moral sense. The son, Claude is
taken away and carefully educated under cir
cumstances calculated to cultivate and refine
him; but, in spite of all, he, too, ends by commit
ting murder, though in way quite unlike that
chosen by his father. In June there will
be performed here drama by Charles Barnard,
which is to be acted entirely by children, and is
written for an audience of children, entitled
1.-THE Dreamland Tree" This, believe, is the
first attempt that has been made to build
drama upon motive and actions belonging en-
tirely to the life and thought of children and to
be played by them, and it will be interesting to
see the result of so novel an undertaking. The
performance will take place in of the thea
tiers, and the proceeds are to go to the Bartholdi
pedestal fund. GEORGE PARSONS LATHRoP.
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Candyland.

I'd be happy all the day
As the butterfly at play
If all candies, red or blue,
Only in the garden grew.
How I'd dance and snap my thumbs
Meath the hanging sugar plums!
How I'd laugh at candy shops
BY my waving lemon-drops!
I'd be King of Candyland,
And the scepter in my hand
A great stick of peppermint
With shining yellow tint.
And the girdle round my waist
Should be made of jujube PASTE
And from crown to mantle-hems
l should blaze with candy gems.
Naughty boys should never eat
Up my candy, bright and sweet;
But I'd let Amelia Sims
Fill her pockets to the brims.
-puck
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A Western Journallst.

0uray tCcl.l Solid Mrldoor.
We sincerely regret that Mr. g. A. Ward has
severed his connection with the Tnhorn- Poster
and trust that he will find job burning char
coal. shovelng sand barking cross-ties or wash
ing dishes. Mr. Ward Is about the worst case or
ass that has ever been visited upon frontg
Journalism since the discovery Of the country, S
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Granny.
Granny's come to our house,
And no! my lawzy daisy!
All the childrens round the place
Is ies' a-runnin crazy!
Fetched q cake for little Jake.
And fetched pie for Nanny,
And fetched pear for all the pack
That runs to kiss ther Granny!
Lucy Ellen's in her lap,
And Wade, and Silas Walker,
They're a-ridin' on her foot,
And 'Pollos on the rocker;
And Marthy's twins, from Aunt Marin's
And little orphant Amy,
Ais eatin' gingerbread
And giggle-un at Granny;
Tells US all the fairy tales
Ever thought or numbered
And 'bundance o other stories-
Bet she knows hundred
Bob's the one for Wilmington"
And Golden Locks" for Fanny
Hear 'em laugh and clap Their hands,
Listenin' at Granny!
"Jack the Giant Killer" g good
"Bean stalk, its another
Sos the one of Cinderell'
And her old godmother;-
That un's best of all the rest
Bestest one of any
Where the mices scampers homo
Like we runs to Granny!
Granny's come to our house,
Ho! my lawzy daisy!
All the childrens round the place
Is ies' a-runnin' crazy!
Fetched cake for little Jake,
And fetched pie for Nanny,
And fetched pear for all the pack
+. That runs to kiss Their Granny!
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Contentment.

Grieve not, o friend, nor grieving weep
AS deaths cold chill shall Ger me creep;
Think of me not as but returning dust;
Content with me in these words place thy trust:
HE giyeth His beloved sleep"
Will Meredith Nicholson.
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Filtration.

Filtration is damnation.--Talrnage.
Well. il Irritation
Is damnation,
Our fears away wen fling;
For, IL he's right,
Damnation's quite
A pleasing kind of thing.
And, by the way.
We here may say
That past experience teaches
Therell DO once moro.
just as of yore,
Damnation at the beaches.
And. sad 10 tell,
He knows full well
Who his experience searches,
There's often been,
Plain to be seen,
Domination in the churches.
Boston Courier
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The Grave ON the HIIl.

Death is her lover now. No more
From flying hour to hour she hastes,
Eer counts her pleasures DER and Ger.
Silence--a grave in thorny wastes
While April laughs along the shore,
Julie X. wetheriII. in the Critic,
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New York Times.
How long. does this train stop for refresh
mentsF asked a traveller as he entered railroad
restaurant in Georgia
1T depen's On how hungry de conductah am,
said the waiter.
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notice this tendency to revert to the old and
dismissed, in others and in myself Make an
argument, convince man, bring him over to
your opinion; is it certain that he will stay
there9 Oh, no. He will 60 back, and the thing
must be done over again. / have a fitful affec-
ton for all the superstitions that were dear to
amy grandmother Her omens, and signs, and pre-
monitions can with an effort dismiss, but they
come back again. Ii / know when there is a
new moon had rather turn to it with my right
shoulder. am more and more satisfied to make
haste slowly. Any attempt to be violent with
the Mississippi river will be promptly resented.
The river must be slowly persuaded, coaxed
And so must nations, and SO must men. In
men there is no moral quality that is question
of taste; merely let the individual have his own
way, that makes society easy, variegated, pic
turesque. Let us give all or strength for the
things that are right, and be patient even here;
be satisfied when child has a childs religion.
1t is the only kind he can have. 1t is the only
kind that becomes him. A theological child is
monster and a terror. We all of us children,
more or less, and the great God or Father, is
patient with u.s. He has waited great while
for Christian people who will not fight nor
hate. nor covet what is their neighbcrs. He does
not exterminate them. He waits on them. The
method Of the flood is supplanted by the
method of Christ. God remembers that we are
dust, and Jesus says of the sleeping disciples,
'the spirit is willing but the flesh Is weak He
did not justify them, but He did not punish
them; He made an excuse for them. For an
hour the mortal part Of them was too much for
their affection for their Master. And they slept,
and He did not punish them. He towed them
along, and was patient with them, and He made
saints of even those sleepers.
Abraham Lincoln chose to pardon the soldier
that slept on duty-in the presence Of the
, 1885-01-06

The othes day 1 went to ask OF a man a
small favor, which be could very readily
grant, and which, as it involved rather a
compliment l thought he would be highly
pleased to confer To my surprise my re-
quest was declined. Ny annoyance was
extrome. 1 ave not recovered from 1t yet,
though the occurrence Is two months old
True, l know the motive openly avowed for
the refusal was mean and insupportable.
True, l am conscious, as this man and ]
shook hands on parting, ], who occupied the
ne yer pleasant position as a rejected appli.
cant, could hold my bead high above his,
whose character had 80 suffered in my es-
teem Still l 10 not get over the sting of
modification.
II I might give you a word of advice,
reader, just by the way, I would urge you
never to slight a sensitive man who asks you
anything in reason, and by all means to
grant him fully and gracefully anything he
seeks which, whether you like it or not, you
feel for consistency's sake you ought TO CON
cede. l, myself, abjure all vindictiveness
but 1t is so easy, generally. to make a very,
very bitter enemy. And he Is pretty sure to
turn up some day. With knitted brow,
glistening eye and glittering knife, there hen
Be- And IL you feel you have been In the
wrong you'll turn raven You may learn
very disagreeably how the minor worry,
which some little slight on your part COCA
sions, grew into an abiding sense Of injury,
and gradually stored up for you, conse-
quences very just and right perhsp9, you
didn't in the least anticipate.
, 1885-01-06

~.
After a pause Gus thought it was about
time to put in his oar, and gave Us the fol
lowing:
"Gentlemen, l amt much on game; fact Il,
never shot a gun in my life, but l have had
some rather queer experiences ON the lairss,
and don't mind telling you about a curious
thing that happened to the Mohican, a little
schooner that l was mate of In AZ. Chicago
VAN much of a place then, md we had
brought up some dry goods and groceries
from Buffalo and took back thirty-six barrels
of pork, all that had been packed there that
season. We had fair weather until we got
round to Lake Huron, when there came up
the biggest blow we had struck that season.
It came pretty near knocking the sticks out
of her, and the pork got loose in the hold
and rolled around considerably, but she
Teatherod II, and before we struck st. Clair
fats it was all smooth sailing again, and we
reached Buffalo all right; but when we tied
up at the wharf and opened the matches III
DO blowed II she didn't go to the bottom OF
the creek that quick that we hardly had time
TO jump for tho wharf. r ..n 2
W got a diver next day to go down and
sec what the matter was, and / don't know
as you will believe me, but IL Is a fact, there
wasn't a barrel OF that pork to be found, and
there was a hole In her bottom that you
could have driven a horse and wagon
through. | don't know as we would have
ever known how it all happened If It had not
been for the steamboat George Washington
picking up the pork which they found boat
ing around in Lake Huron, and then we
knew hat when we were rolling and pitch
ing In the gale the pork got loose and broke
through the bottom, and the only thing that
kept u afoat was the air in the hold, and as
soon as we raised the matches and let tho air
out, why Of course she went down. 1 tell
you, gentlemen, It was n mighty lucky thing
we did not do IL before we got into Buffalo
creek" And the crowd thought so, too.
, 1885-01-06

of the 9Th month. Now, add two
months and IA days to October %. and it
will take you to January 4th. / ,Ss5, which
is the first Lords day in the New Year.
Yes, it will be the first Lords day r.
Having thus effectuallY laid at rest the
last remaining speck of doubt in the
mind of the reader the humble but hilar-
ious Prophet proceeded to whoop it up.
In simple language, that was not hedged
in by grammatical rules, he bemoans the
degeneracy Of the times, beseeches the
ungodly to Chamber. into the Adventist
fold, and closes with these words; Dear
reader, this is your last warning. and you
eau accept or reject but if you reject,
Lost ! Lost = will be your cry"
This document threw . leaden pail over
the holiday season of the unfortunate in
dividual who read it.
Now that the fated day Is passed we
fail in words to harshly and heartily con-
denim the hebitudinous crank who caused
all this misery. Only on the ground that
he has temporarily escaped from his cage
can he ever expect the forgiveness of the
man he has wronged and terrified. Let
him take to the woods for a Nemesis is
on his trail.
, 1885-01-06
M HAHAEM TRAMP.


f~ExeLszzc-
That's what / like to sse-ag good fire; 1t
looks like blooming hospitality. But it would
greatly add TO my present hospitality II l
had a little Of the stuff that breaks up
homes"
IL suppose" remarked the barkeeper. shat
/ must treat. but what a fool a man Is to
put that in his mouth Thai steals away
his brains
HOh, let up on that stuff" growled tho
tramp. aYou mover could put anything in
your mouth to steal away your brains. Just
shut of the morality lecture and produce tho
old stuff. 1t makes mo tired to hear a lot OF
moral sayings: "A man Is known by the com
pany be koops,' q soft answer turneth away
wrath,' and undred OF other chesfnuts.
Why don't they get some new sayingsF
where can they get emf asked the bar
keeper.
why. let 'em go to a philosopher and
have 'em written, what's the matter with
thhti While on tho road wrotsn lot my
self Talk about proverbs and old sayings,
you ought TO hear mine.H ;
Lets hear EN- SAID the barksepsr.
AFor nothingf' said the tramp indig nantiy.
mot much. Just proceed to wet the interior
Of the philosopher with another dose OF in
sanity"
These things / nave written said the
tramp. may not be put in choice language.
They are the spontaneous outpourings Of a
heart that blseds for humanity. Every one
OF them Is q gem. and deserves a place In
history. make no claims Of being educated,
but there are no flies on me when it comes to
sitting human nature down TO the core. II
the audience Is ready the philosopher wi
gush.
4Now, gentlemen, listen Here are the
.-~.-I - 49, - 1879 -
any infringement will be prosecuted accord
ing 10 law.n
"a 5-cent shave Is better than a dirty
face.H
4Never Judge a man by the clothes that he
wears. He may have borrowed them.
"A firm that pays its office boy 81 a week
deserves to have its postage stamps stolen.
at Is better 10 be honest than be poor.
Good clothes make a better impression on
society than a good name.
"A poor mans evil deeds are n crime: a
rich mans a mistake.
"A 5-cent meal, with contentment, Is bet
ter than a Delmonico layout with a heavy
creditor.
San honest politician is the noblest work OF
the Creator.
stomach can be trusted with your pocket
book
"A dog never gets drunk, and consequently
hei Is mans best friend.
"Ons half the world don't know how the
other half lives, and it don't care.
death must be happiness. Most OF living
faces are sad, but nothing grins like a dead
mans skull
Liars " their usefulness-they make
tho truth appear moro beautiful by contrast
Shabby men have one consolation-pick-
pocl Is are well dressed.
"There,n shouted the tramp, as he brought
his fist down on the bar with a bang, athere
you ave a lot OF sayings that are true, and
can warm the hide off the old saws in one
round. Now hat I have enlightened your
minds what is my rewardf'