Blandford Weekly News. — 1886-05-29 (Blandford, Dorset, England)

FAROE ISLAND DOLK-STORY.  There is a story of a girl whose sister pushed her into the sea out of jesloasy. The blue waves cast ashore her body, whch was found by two pilgrims, who made the arms into a harp and the flaxen locks int: strings. Then they went and played the harp at the wedding feast of the murderess and the dead girl's betrothed. The first string said, " The bride is my sister." The second string said, "The bride caused my death." The third string said, "The bridegroom is my betrlthed." The harp's note swelled louder and louder, and the guilty bride fell sick unto death ; before the pilgrims had done playing her heart broke.—Essay in th( ,‘,t'rdy of l'olt Songs. By It, Count(nt Lrclyn llartinclp,o-Ccsaresco.  ARRIVAL OF THL  At the first streak of dawn, singing and drumbeating is heard out at sea, and, as soon as there is enough light to see them, five or six canoes, lashed together with a platform built over them, are seen to be slowly advancing towards the beach. Two most extraordinary figures appear dancing on the platform, uttering shrill cries, like a small dog yelping. They seem to be about ten feet high, but ,o rapid are their movements that it is difficult to observe them carefully. However, the outward and visible form assumed by them is intended to represent a gigantic caseowary, with the most hideous and grotesque of human faces. The dress, which is made of the leaves of the dracomena, certainly looks much like the body of this bird, but the head is like nothing but the head of a Duk-Duk. It is a conical-shaped erection, about five feet high, made of very fine basket work, and gummed all over to give a surface on which the diabolical countenance is depicted. No arms or hands :ire visible, and the dress extends down to the knees. The old men doubtless are in the secret, but by the Maimed look on the faces of the others it is easy to see that they imagine that there is nothing human about these alarming visitors. As soon as the canoes touch the beach, the two link-Duke jump out, and at once the natives fall back, so as to avoid touching them. If a Duk-Dok is touched, even by accident, he very frequently b mahawks the unfortunate native on the spot. After landing, the Duk-Duks dance round each other, imitating the ungainly motion of the ca eowary, and uttering their shrill cries. During the whole of their stay they make no sound but this. It would never do for them to speak, for in that case they might be recognised by their voices. Nothing more is to be done now till evening, and they occupy their time in running up and down the beach, through the village, and intothe businand seem to be very fond of turning up in the most unexpected manner, and frightening the natives half out of their wits. During the day a little house has been built in the bush, for the Duk-Duks' benefit. No one but the old men knows exactly where this house is, as it is carefully concealed. Hare we may suppose the restle,s spirit unbends to a certain extent, and has his meals. Certainly no one would venture to di.terb him—The Wcstern Paciflc aid New Guinta. Bfi Hugh Hastings Ronsilly.  A college student, in discussion with a professor, as to whether the sense of ,eeirg or that of touch was the most delicate of the senses, maintained that the sense of touch was. " What proof can you give of this ? " asked the professor. •‘ Why," responded the student, "there's my chum's moustache, he's all the time fi (Tiny it. and nobody has ever yet been able to Bee it."  '