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YOU STAND AS GOOD A CHANCE AS ANY,

MRS. M. A. KIDDER,

 

BY

 

You look with jealous, envious eyes
Upon the luck (?) that crowns the many,
You curse your fate in life—why, man,
You stand as good a chance as any.

You have your health, your glorious strength,
Your lease of life like any being;

Your ears to hear, and eyes to see
Around you all that’s worth the seeing.

You have your intellect complete,

Your teeming brain to think and ponder,
Your perfect if not willing hands,

Your heart to check you, should you wander.

Perhaps you lack in force—ah, me!
This element is quite essential,
For nothing else will take its place—
No “streak of luck,” no rare credential.

And yet, my friend, you have the spark
That only needs the hand to light it—
You’ve force enough to raye about
“Life’s weary battle.” Why not fight it ?

Our moneyed men, the most, we know
Worked hard to turn an honest penny—

With youthful blood for motive power,
You stand as good a chance as any!

WHICH WAS THE HEIRESS?

BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

 

 

 

A fair, slender girl, with the golden hair blown away
from her blue-veined forehead, and a soft, violet light
shining in her eyes, as she stood there, a living picture,
framed in by morning-glory vines and swinging sprays of
clematis—that was the last glimpse that Hervey Dalmayne
caught of Lilias Raymond on the summer evening when
he went away to seek his fortune.

He had found it already, in a certain sense—in .so far as
man may find treasure-trove in the rich abundance of at
woman’s love; for Lilias loved him, and Lilias’s hear
was a gold mine in itself.

She turned and went back into the house with the glis-
tening dew of tears upon her cheek and a mournful quiver
on her lip.

“How silly I am!’ she murmured to herself. ‘It will
be but for a year or two at the furthest, and he has much
more to endure and battle with than I.”’

And Lilias repined at the fate assigned to herin the
great play-bill of the world. It was hard to realize the
truth of the blind poet’s words, that ‘‘they also serve who
only stand and wait,’’

If she could have worked to earn money and help him;
if she might also have been privileged to bear a weapon
in the strife.

Alas, it is so hard to sit still and count the seconds
which must elapse ere the crisis of our fate dawns upon
the leaden horizon of life.

So Hervey Dalmayne went to New York, and Lilias
stayed behind to bear the separation as best she might.

“Engaged, eh!’? growled old Mr. Peckham, Hervey’s
maternal uncle, whese skin had turned yellow with the
reflection of much gold, and whose heart was harder than
the marble of which his Fifth avenue mansion was _ built.
“Nephew, you’re a fool! Engaged—at two and twenty.”

“But, Uncle Ralph, she is the sweetest girl you ever
saw!’?

“Sweetest girl! Sweetest fiddlestick!’’ roared out the
irate old gentleman. ‘‘There, there, don’t talk sentiment
tome. I’ve no patience with it.’

Hervey was silent. The glitter of the frescoed ceilings
—the flash of silver and.cut glass—the exquisite aroma of
the rare red wine, and the velvet flush of hot-house
peaches, and gold-tinted bananas, became distasteful to
him, all at once. Uncle Peckham had promised to make
his fortune for him—but Hervey was not at all sure that
he wanted his fortune much, on theseterms. One glance,
one smile from Lilias—were they not worth all these hol-
low pageantries! z :

‘Here,’ said Uncle Ralph, tossing a scented card across
the table. ‘I’ve got you an invitation to Mrs, Darke’s to-
night. You'll meet some people there that are worth the.
knowing!"’ ; *

Hervey Dalmayne hesitated; it was the evening he had
set aside in each week for writing to Lilias. She would:
miss her letter—but, after all, it would only be one day’s
delay. He could write as well upon the next night! :

So Hervey went to Mrs. Darke’s, under the wing of his
uncle, the wealthy broker.

‘Welll’? quoth Uncle Peckham, when the festivities
were over, and they were once more sitting beside the
fire that shone and sparkled like deep-hued rubies be-
neath the carved arabesques of the marble mantel in the
rich man’s dining-room, ‘how do you like Sara Ester-
brook ?”? ;

“Very well, sir!’

‘“Ve-ry welll’? sarcastically mimicked Mr. Peckbam.
7, Do you know that her father is worth a million of dol-
lars?

“Is he, sir?”

_ “Is he, sir? Hervey!’ roared the old gentleman, “I be-
lieve you’re a fool. Why, there are a score of the wealth-
iest young menin New York who would give half that
they possess—ay, the whole of it, if need be—tor the
smiles and glances Miss Esterbrook vouchsafed to you this

icine

LIFE
SKETCHES OF DAVID CUMMIDGE:
Pioneer, Hunter, and Indian Slayer.

BY M. SILINGSBY.
Sketch VIII.—Legend of the Indian Corn.

Stricken with panic, the other twosavages attempted to
fly, but Ezekiel sprang after them with his ax, followed
by the chief,who was rapidly loading his musket while he
ran. Powtan, with flying leaps, led the advance, andin
another moment had fastened his sharp teeth in the
shoulder of the hindmost. The foremost was still at lib-
erty, though Ezekiel, with his uplifted ax, was in hot pur-
suit. Suddenly the fugitive turned upon his pursuer, and
was On the point of hurling his tomahawk at his head,
when the loud report of Davie’s musket again broke the
stillness. It did its work faithfully, and this one, too, fell
forward upon his face, clutching the snow in one hand,
but still grasping his tomahawk in the stiffening fingers
of the other.

The fourth was already down, and at the mercy of Wya-
tan, who stood over him glaring.

‘Die! dog of a Ridgewock!’’ shouted the Ossipee, ley-
eling his musket at the head of the writhing savage, and
the next moment his blood and brains were plentifully
strewed over the smooth, white crust. Powtan gave him
two or three vigorous shakes, and then left him, satisfied,
doubtless, that he was beyond the power of doing further
harm to any one,

Davie claimed the musket as his share of the spoils,
Which saved the necessity of purchasing the one he had
seen at Waldon’s.

Ezekiel chided him for following them, but could not be
very severe when he considered the important fact that
he had been mainly instrumentalin saving both their
lives, at the critical moment when their skulking foes
were on the point of making their cowardly but murder-
ous attack.

Ezekiel proposed to dig a hole in the snow, and bury
the bodies of the slain, but Wyatan would not listen to
the proposition.

“Ridgewock big cowards! Let wolf eat em! We no find
‘em when snow melts, Nothing but bonesleft then. Lu-
civee and wolf pick ’em clean. Ugh! me no take much
trouble no how!’

Ezekiel offered no remonstrance, for he saw it would be
useless after Wyatan had once made up his mind, and so
the bodies of their treacherous foes were allowed to re-
main just where grim death had overtaken them.

Their attention was now directed to the skinning and
cutting up of the moose, the larger part of which—after
laying aside some choice pieces to be taken home on their
return—was suspended from convenient limbs, out of
reach of the prowling beasts, there to remain till the snow
melted, or the crust became sufficiently hardened to bear
up Brown Bess, who had never acquired the art of wear-
ing snow-shoes.

The sun was just settimg as their task was completed,
and each taking his proportionate share of the load, they
all started on their journey back. They found no trouble
in picking their way, for the sky was without a cloud, and
the moon at. its full. Davie sped proudly over the shining
crust like a youthful conqueror, the captured, musket of
the Ridgewock slung over his left shoulder, and a goodly
piece of the moose’s haunch under his right arm.

Ezekiel and Wyatan carried a fore-quarter each, be-
sides being encumbered with their muskets and the ax,
while Powtan trotted on in advance, carrying nothing but
the glory of his share in their late achievements.

Wyatan being familiar with the lay of the country
through which they had passed, it enabled him to avoid
the zig-zaggy path by which they had been led in follow-
ing the moose, and to strike in a direct line over the in-
tervening hills to the point from whence they had started,
snortening the distance at least one half.

Still it was a tedious tramp of seven or eight miles at
the best, up hill and down, through tangled woods and
open spaces, the latter supplying no timber representa-
tion outside of the few stunt specimens of pine, fir, and
hemlock, but everywhere the same pure incrustation of
white enamel under foot.

It was about nine o’clock when they reached the cabin,
and all three were thoroughly worn out and exhausted
from the active exertions of the day. Wyatan was pressed
to remain all night, and Orson and Davie insisted that
Powtan should sleep with them on the foot of the bed.

The savory smell of the roasting haunch inthe great
Dutch oven, suspended from the crane over the blazing
‘beech logs, and covered with glowing coals, did much
toward persuading Wyatan, contrary to his usual custom,
to remain that night with his white friends.

Margery was a famous cook, and the true-hearted chief,
worn out and half-famished from his late exertions, sat
breathing in the delightful odor of the simmering roast,
sauced with a plentiful supply of onions, and savored with
sage and aromatic sweet mints,

Supper.was at length served, and our hungry moose-
hunters did ample justice to. the inviting fare. It seemed
like a thanksgiving eve to our humble pioneer family in
their wilderness home, and the kind-hearted Ossipee chief,
and the faithful Powtan, were their very welcome and
much-esteemed guests.

All feasted themselves to their hearts’ content, and the
story of the day’s adventures was told by the pleasant
light of the blazing yule-log. Little Prue and Orson were
permitted to sit up on the occasion, and the details of the
moose-hunt and the Indian fight were almost as much of
a treat to them as the savory haunch, with its appetizing
accompanyment of onion sauce, and aromatic sweet

 

 

very night.”

“She was very polite,
a puzzled look, ‘‘but—— 2

‘Polite! And pray what would youyhave, Mr. Dalmayne?
Do you want a woman to tell: you out and out, in so many
words, that she likes you, before you’can take a hint!”

Hervey colored like a girl. It was impossible to be
quite insensible to the charm of this flattery, the more es-
pecially as Uncle Peckham was not ordinarily one who
“buttered his phrases,” as the expression goes.

““Yes—my boy, yes,” wenton the broker, tapping the
table emphatically with his finger ends, “she does like
you! And Iam not the only person who has noticed it.”

‘But, uncle, she is so plain !””

‘What of that? All women can’t be Venuses, and the
prettiest of ’em have agrinning skull and cross-bones
under their pink and white skins and fair exteriors.
Beauty is only skin-deep!”’

Hervey thought of pretty Lilias, with a thrill of tender

recollection. Miss Esterbrook, with all her golden charms,
could never hope to rival her!
__ Yet, as the days and weeks went by, his thoughts and
ideas insensibly changed. The yellow luster of the gold-
worshiping atmosphere in which he lived seemed to
wrap him round the surface-glitter of society, ideas grad-
ually uprooted the old dogmas and axioms of his youth-
ful faith. And one evening, carried away by the witchery
and enchantment of the hour, he proposed to Sara Es-
terbrook, and was accepted!

Congratulations poured in upon him the next day.

“You're the luckiest dog going, Dalmayne,’’ cried one.

“I only wish I were in your shoes!’ echoed a second,
and Hervey, dazzled by the ‘brilliancy of his prospects,
believed that he was really a ‘most fortunate man. For,
according to popular rumor, he was going to marry the
richest girl in the city! And Uncle Peckham took to him-
self all the credit for the whole affair!

“This is better than plodding on one’s whole life long
behind a counting-house desk! cried Uncle Ralph, joy-
ously rubbing together his lean and wrinkled palms. ‘A
young man of enterprise and resolution can accomplish
anything he sets about now-a-days, especially if like you,
nephew Dalmayne, he happens to be tolerably decent
looking,”?

A man does not usually degenerate into a villain all at

sir,” said Hervey, with rather of

 

 

 

once, and when Hervey Dalmayne sat down to write to
Lilias Raymond his frame of mind was probably far.from
enviable. Buthe got the letter written somehow. He
wrote that no answer would be expected, and no answer
came,

Three months afterward, just as the preparations for
the much-talked-of Esterbrook-Dalmayne wedding were
culminating, he chanced tomeet Obed Hawley on the
street—Obed’s mother lived on a small place adjoining the
Raymond farm. Dalmayne stopped, with real pleasure on
his face.

“Obed, is it you?
news !”

“There ain’t much news,’’ quote Obed, rather sulkily.
In common with most of the neighbors, he was inclined
to think that Hervey had behaved very ill. ‘Except that
Lily Raymond is well, and prettier than ever!’’

“Ah!)? Hervey tried to speak carelessly, but without
signal success. :

“And Squire Ingoldsby’s son is gettin’ pretty attentive
in that quarter,’”? went on Obed, ‘‘and old Betheial Ray-
mond died out in Illinoy last winter and left Lily a clean
thirty thousand dollars!’

“Did she? Iam glad of that!’

So Lily was an heiress, after all. Would it not have
been better—but Dalmayne resolutely checked the half-
formed conjecture in his mind. He had put his hand to
the plow—it was too late to look back now. Yet he won-
dered if Henry Ingoldsby would value, as he had done,
the priceless treasure of Lilias’ love.

He told himself that he was glad things had happened
just as they had—but he knew, spite of it all, that he
would have felt better pleased if Lily had pined after him,
just a little! All women are alike, and all men—pshaw!
there was no use in troubling his brains further about the
matter.

: aoe Peckham met him on the threshold with a troubled
ook,

Hold ona minute and tell me the

“Have you heard the rumor, Dalmayne? No! Well, of
course it can be nothing but arumor! The house of Es-
terbrook & Esterbrook is too well established to be shaken
by a mere fall of European stocks.’?

“What do you allude to, sir?’ asked Hervey, scarce
comprehending his uncle’s meaning in the abstraction of
his mind.

“Why, people are whispering about that the Esterbrooks

have failed.”?
_ And before the sun went down on ’Change, the whisper
became a trumpet voice—the’ rumor was a certainty.
Esterbrook & Esterbrook had failed, and Mr. Dalmayne
was engaged to a penniless bride.

Hervey Dalmayne, though a weak and vacillating man,
was no scoundrel. He married Sara Esterbrook, and
lives with her nowin the third story of a Twenty-third
street boarding-house, daily growing more and more
weary of his life, while in his heart he cherishes the sweet
memory of Lilias Raymond, now another man’s wife.

He had broken his plight, given up the tenderest aspira-
tions of his soul, and blighted his whole future to marry
an heiress—and he had missed the heiress after all!

 

mints.

Wyatan was a great favorite with little Prue, and after
her father and Davie had each given a separate version of
the day’s adventures, which agreed pretty generally in
the main features, she climbed up on the knee of her red
friend, and insisted that he must tell a story about the
mooses or the bears, or the catamounts, or the wolves.

‘-Me tell little pappoose how come maize to grow!”’ ex-
claimed the good Wyatan, kissing the dimpled, peach-
blossom cheek. ‘It very good—make little snow-drop
cry.” ;

“Oh, do, do!’’ cried little Prue, winding her plump baby
arms around the chief’s neck,

“Me tell you quick, you no cry much, of any. Meno
like to hear poor little pappoose ery much. Make old In-
dian man very sad.”’

“Oh, I won’t cry! I won’t cry! now please tell, do! I’ll
be ever so still—do—I won’t speak once, good Wyatan,
only tell!’?

And she kissed the swart cheek of the honest sagamore
with her rosebud lips.

“Well, little snow-drop, way down by the great water,
where the wild duck, and the geese, and plover fly like
the winged arrows of the Pennacook, hurled from the ice-
bow of the storm-wind that howls in the cloud, when the
sun hangs low, and hides his face; when the moose wan-
ders through the great forest in search of the tender buds,
and the bear sits far up among the ice-peaks, and frowns
down on the world like a big medicine; then Wollancet,
the great sachem of the Penacooks and the Norridge-
wocks, the Cochecho and the Ossipee, selected a hundred
of his chosen warriors, and went on a visit to the Nip-
mucks and the Narragansets. The Sagas feasted the
great sachemin their wigwams, and a thousand dark-
eyed squaws, beautiful as sunset on the Crystal Moun-
tains,* wove garlands of evergreen to strew at ‘his feet.
When the songs were sung and the dance was ended, the
great saga of the Narragansets brought out a slender yves-
sel of glass, filled with purple fire-water that sparkled in
the sun. Uncasoit drank first, after the custom of his
peopie and then gave it to Woliancet.

“The great sachem of the Penacook drank a copious
draught, thinking it was the juice of the juniper staining
the crystal water, and offered as a blood-pledge of friend-
ship from Uncasoit. Wollancet had never dreamed of
the fire demon that lurked in the purple water.

“It flew into his head, and he thought that the Great
Spirit had called him to the happy hunting-grounds. There
was a sound like a great rush of waters, and the beating
of wings, and he no longer felt the earth. He was float-
ing, floating far above the loftiest peak of the Norridgewood
—fioating like a feather on a bank of clouds; and the dark-
eyed squaws of the. Narraganset had taken wings,and were
strewing his path with shining garlands that sparkled
and glistened like the purple water. He felt very happy,
and he nestled his plumed head in the bank of clouds, and
slept. When he awoke, he was no longer resting on a
bank of clouds. He was in abig canoe, with mighty
wings, and strange beings around him. Their faces were
white, and half hidden in thickets of crisp hair. They
talked in an unknown tongue that sounded strange and
harsh to the ear of Wollancet. He tried to move, but
found he could not. He was pinioned-with something
harder and stronger than wither or thongs. His bow and
arrows, and stone hatchet were gone, and he thought the
great Manitou had summoned him to the land of spirits
to show him how weak and feeble were the great sachems
of the earth when Hechose to command. He did not
dream of treachery on the part of Uncasoit. He thought
he was a prisoner in the spirit land of the Mohawk or the
Penobscot. He saw no longer the dark-eyed squaws of
the Narraganset, nor his own warriors. He knew that
the big canoe was moving through the water, for he saw
her great wings flapping overhead like a monster bird,
and he knew that the great wings were made to fly. He
saw the strange beings draw in the twisted thongs around
big wooden pins, and fasten the great wings of the canoe
where they willed. Then: he heard a footfall by his side,
and turning his plumed head, he saw a beautiful white
squaw, with great, compassionate eyes, looking down
upon him. Her eyes melted him like the tearful sunset
arched by rainbows, and he whispered to himself: ‘The
good turn white and beautiful in the land of spirits.’

‘Who are you?’ demanded the great sachem, gazing
on the white maiden with wonder and admiration. ‘Were
you not once of my enemies, the Mohawks, and will they
allow squaws to enter the pleasant hunting grounds of
your people?’

‘Nay, Wollancet,’ returned the maiden, with a musical
laugh, in which gentle pity and mirthfulness were equal-
ly blended, ‘‘we are not in the land of spirits. We are
sailing down the bay from the country of the Narraganset
to the Baron Wyekloff’s tower by the sea. He bargained
with Uncasoit to capture you, and bring you aboard his
galleon, that he might take you as a curiosity to the land
ofthe Norsemen. Baron Wyckloff, my uncle, was struck
with your wonderous grace and beauty, and he bribed
your traitor friend for six flagons of Finnish spirits of
wine.’

“sand you?’ said the sachem in amazement.
tell me of yourself!’

“Tam Althea, the niece of Baron Wyckloff. I have sail-
ed with him seven voyages from Iceland to the main west

‘Pray

 

*Aboriginal name of the “White Mountains.”

land. When we are not at sea, or in his lordly castle in
the land of the Finns, we dwell here below in a fortified
tower overlooking the sea. I learned to speak your lan-
guage by conversing much with our Narraganset neigh-
bors. Itis the baron’s intention to keep you a close pris-
oner, till he sails, in the upper chamber of the tower.’

‘‘Wollanset lay like one entranced, and feasted his soul
through his luminous eyes on the ethereal beauty ofthe
gentle Finnish lady.

‘‘When the galleon dropped anchor in view of the rude
stone fortress, Wollancet, in spite of the utmost vigilance
of Wyckloff and his men, contrived to effect his escape.
When he reached the land of the Penacook, his hundred
warriors had returned, and brought with them the sad
news that the young sachem had been drowned in the
great waters of the Narraganset.

“From the hour that Wollancet first saw the fair Finn,
his soul was. troubled and his heart sad. The choicest
steaks from the moose, the deer, and the bear, passed by
him untasted.

“He grew thin and shadowy, and the wisest medicine
men found themselves at fault to discover the cause. All
united in’ the opinion that the young sachem must die.
The wise men and the oracles made offerings and prayers
to the great Manitou that his life might be spared, but as
little Snow-drop can see they availed nothing while his
heart was Being gnawed by the memory of the beautiful
Finnish lady.

“One day he summoned five hundred of his warriors
around him, and asked them if they would follow him on
the war-path and punish Uncasoit for his treachery.
Thinking it was the indignity that he had suffered at the
hands of the Narraganset which had all along been cor-
roding at his heart, they joyfully assented to a man, and
put on their war-paint and feathers. When they reached
the Narraganset country, they fell upon the village where
Uncasoit had entertained them, and destroyed it. Unea-
soit, the traitor, was one of the first to fall, and he fell
under the deadly hatchet of Wollancet.

“The young sachem then led his victorious warriors to
the stone fortress of Baron Wyckloff, and saw the galleon
with folded wings riding atanchor in the bay, and he
knew that his love was in the tower. While the Finnish
navigator and his followers were drinking their Finnish
wine, and talking of sailing on the morrow, Wollancet
and his warriors fell upon the fortress and captured it.
His aids and seamen escaped in the confusion, leaving
the baron and his niece at the mercy of the foe; and when

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David Cummidge.—David sped proudly over the snow liké a youthful conqueror,

once upon the deck of the galleon, they hoisted anchor
and sail, and ppt out. tosea, ©

“The baton fell, gallantly fighting, but before he died a
score of wai'riors fell beneath his heavy blows, for he was
encased in a coatof armor. Althea had fainted, and
Wollancet bore her into the open air where she soon re-
vived. He carried her as tenderly as Wyatan would little
Snow-drop, tothe land ef the Penacook. She became the
wife of the young sachem, but she faded and died before
the waning of many moons; and from her grave, when
the spring winds whistled softly, there grew a slender
green stalk, which bent as gracefully as Althea did her-
self, and it blossomed a tasseled plume, and it borea
silken ear, rimmed with a juicy pulp, and wrapped in a

 

soft warm husk, and the milky pulp hardened into yellow
kernels; and, from the Finnland lady’s grave, was har-
vested the first ear of Indian corn.”

 

Pictures of Paris.

THE PALAIS ROYAL.

BY FRANOIS A. DURIVAGE.

 

In 1807 two French cavalry officers ordered to charge
the Russian squares at Friedland at different points of the
line of battle, shook hands before they drew their sabers,

*“Good-by,”’ said one.

‘We'll meet again,’ replied the other.

‘Where, and when?” ;

“At the Palais Royal, in front of the Rotunda, in fifteen
days, at five o’clock in the afternoon.”’

“Agreed! Charge!” :

And the two young men actually met at the time and
place appointed.

In those days and in the eyes of Frenchmen, the Palais
Royal was the “hub of the-universe.’”’ “See the Palais
Royal and die,’”? Was a phrase as popular as ‘‘see Naples
and die.’?

Situated to the north of the Tuileries this vast palace
has a fine entrance from the square. The main building
is preceded by.a courtyard elosed on the south by a wall
pierced by arched doorways... A. pavilion decorated with
the Doric and Ionic orders, and with sculptured pediments
flanks this wall on each side» The facades of the courtyard
are adorned by: Dorie and:lonic pilasters. There is a
second courtyard inclosed on all sides, In the vast garden,
surrounded by magnificent galleries with open arcades,
occupied by shop-keepers there are fine shade-trees,
statues and seats. Here there is military music six even-
ings in. the week. Its most, famous curiosity is a little
cannon fired by the rays of the sun, (when.it happens to
Shine) exactly at hoonday; an incident always, looked for
by the loungers in the garden with intense interest.

The interior of the palacé has nothing very remarkable,
though the Reception hall, the Throne room, the Gallery
of Fetes, and the Banquet hall are rather fine. Prince
Napoleon who resided here with his family till the capitu-
lation of Sedan made an end of the second empire, had a
fine collection of pictures, The Reds made an attempt to
destroy this historical palace but failed to accomplish
theimdesign.

Nothing more brilliant than the galleries of this palace,
when the gas is lit of an evening, can be readily imagined.
Miles of shops, blazing with illumination, display all sorts
of wares, but chiefly faney goods, to tempt visitors of all
nations who are constantly passing’ and repassing before
them. You can purchase any ornamental article from a
pair of gilt sleeve buttons for ten cents to a set of diamonds
modestly valued at two millions francs—400,000 dollars!

The history of the Palais Royal belongs to the history of
Paris. In 1629 the great cardinal Richelieu having pur-
chased and demolished two princely residences, erected a
stately pile here which was called the Palais-Cardinal—
the Cardinal’s Palace. -Afterward. he bestowed it as a
gift on Louis XII, and then it received the name it has
ever since retained—Palais Royal. After-the death-of Louis
XHI., Queen Anne of Austria removed: thither from the
Louvre. lt afterward beeame the property of the younger
branch of the Bourbons. Here the infamous Regent, Philip
of Orleans, held his corrupt court and his disgraceful mid-
night orgies. In 1753 it was injured by fire and partially
rebuilt; and the same disaster recurred in 1781. ““Phen ‘it
was the Duke de Chartres, father of Louis..Philippe,
changed a part of the galleries and gardens into shops, and
the palace became the most celebrated bazaar of Europe.

When the first revolution broke out, the garden was the
theater of an exciting scene. On the 12th of July, 1789,
Camille Desmoulins mounted a chair, and with two pis-
tols in his hand, harangued the assembled people.

‘“Citizens,’? he said, ‘‘there is nota moment to be lost.
I have just come from Versailles. _ M. Necker is dis-
missed—it is the tocsin of a St. Bartholomew massacre of
patriots. To-night all the Swiss and German battalions
will rush from the Champ de Mars to cut our throats.
There is only one thing left for us—-to take up arms, and
to wear cockades that we may know each other.”’

He first selected a.green ribbon as a badge, but the tri-
color was adopted in its place,

This was the beginning of the upheaval of the people.
The next day they stormed the Bastille.

The Duke of Orleans, owner of the palace, taking the
name of Equality to flatter the mob, espoused their cause.
Four years after a cart on its way to the guillotine stopped
at the Palais Royal to receive its victim. That victim was
Philip Egatité.

In 1814 an illustrious exile returned to his country, and
went directly to the Palais Royal. The porter, who did not
know him, refused him admittance, but he passed in, and
kneeling down, kissed the steps of the great staircase.

 

That man was Louis Philippe, Duke of Orleans, son of the

guillotined prince, sixteen years afterward king of |

France, thirty-four years afterward a discrowned mon-
ds crossing the channel to England, disguised as Mr.
mith,

In 1805 there were in the Palace Royal fifteen restaur-
ants, twenty coffee-houses, eighteen gambling establish-
ments, and eleven pawn-broker’s shops. Blacklegs, pick-
pockets and other infamous characters swarmed in the
galleries at night. In some of the dens, stakes of. fifty
cents were allowed, and workmen impoverished their
families, clerks and students ruined themselves by dice
and cards. Now and then a pistol-shot announced that
some poor wretch, reduced to beggary, had blown his
brains out. Some times a gambler would stake and lose
fifty thousand francs on a throw of the dice.

Of course there were innumerable sharpers haunting
the tables, birds of prey, always on the scent for victims.
This was the ‘‘litthe game” of these gentlemen. One of
them would accost a simple-minded young man, and say:

‘‘My dear sir, excuse the liberty I am taking, but I per-
ceive that you area stranger, and I always sympathize
with inexperienced young gentlemen. You are going to
try your luck, and you’ll certainly lose. Now, if you will
only go in with me, you will be sure to win. Perhapsyou
will ask, if am sure of winning why don’t I go in on my
own hook? Now, I’ll tell youin the strictest confidence.
I am associated with a dealer, who lets me know by signs
the winning color, so I always play to win; but if I did it
openly, the bank would spot me, and there’d be an end of
my little game. You see you won't risk anything—all you
have to do is to give me half your winnings.”

Many a pigeon was plucked by these representations.

If the player won, the sharper pocketed half the stakes; if

he lost, he pretended he misunderstood the dealer’s signs,
and the next day hunted up another dupe.
* Under the Bourbon restoration gambling was continued
in the Palais Royal, but finally the galleries were purged
and the gaming-houses suppressed on the 31st of Decem-
ber, 1836. Now French gentlemen and ladies bent on
ruining themselves must go to Baden-Baden or Hamburg.

When the allied troops occupied Paris, after the final
fall of Napoleon I., many a quarrel ending in a duel be-
tween the conquerors and the supporters of the “lost
cause’ originated in the Palais Royal. The headquarters
of the royalists and their allies was the Ca/é Valois, that
of the Bonapartists the Casé Lembdlin.

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for they kept swords under the counter, and “swords for
two”? was a regular order punctually executed, as a mat-
ter of course.

The duelists usually fought under the street-lamps of
the rues de Valois and Montpensier. M. Villemot says
that an old shop-keeper who lived on the last-namec street
told him that he was often woke up in the middle of the
night by the clash of swords and the death-rattle of a dy-
ing man, reminding us of that California town described
by John Phoenix, where evening was enlivened by the
“pleasant click of the pistol and squeak of the victim.”’

The Palais Royal is now one of the most quiet and or-
derly places in Paris. It is still famous for its restau-
rants, and you Can dine there at from forty cents to ten
dollars—a, sumptuous dinner rarely costs more than the
latter sum.

Of late years the attractions of Paris have been so multi-
plied that the Palais Royal has been compelled to divide
the honors and patronage with other localities. Still it is
a wonderful bazaar, and the galleries occupied by jewelers
are as brilliant in the evening as the marvelous cave of
treasure discovered by Aladdin's lamp.

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PERSONAL.

 

An Old Typo writes as follows from New Orleans: “The pic-
ture of ‘Ned’ in No. 37 of your highly prized paper, needs no as-
surance as to its truthfulness or correctness. The writer, in 1840,
was a ‘cub’ printer in an office at 32 Congress street, Boston,
and Ned Buntline at that time put up his shingle at the door of
the room directly beneath the office where I was taking the first
degree in the ‘art preservative,’ as roller-boy. That face I had
never forgotten, and I believe I would haye pronounced the like-
ness Neds had its ere in the NEW YORK WEEKLY not even
been anticipated. -It isa question I would. like to have solyed—
which of us has done the most ‘composition’ in the past thirty-
one years. When I last saw him my age was 18, and it I remem-
ber correctly, Ned was a few years my senior. I doubt much if
he would have recognized my picture so readily, had we been ever
so intimate at that time. -He is a worthy writer, and may he live
many years more to grace your columns,”’

Several Years’ Reader.—it you have any acequaintances among
lawyers, you may be able to procure copying, as the most of them
have more or less done.

J. M., writing from Minneapolis, says: “I have always taken

eat pleasure in recommending your vee to my _ friends.

verybody that. knows anything about the NEw YoRK WEEKLY
admits that itis the best story paper in the United States. The
contributors are all first class, and are equaled by few and surpass-
ed by none. The ‘Pepper Grass Papers’ are excellent. They
would make a ‘hoss laff,’ as Josh Billings says.”

4M. J. Irving.—Your subscription expires with the present num-

er. ‘

We F. Carpenter says: “Allow me to express my gratification
for the pleasure afforded mein reading the various serials con-
tained In the columns of the NEw YORK-WEEKLY. In addition
to the pleasure there is also a fund of information to be gained
from the various departments, which is well worth the price of
the paper, so varied is it. Mrs. C. thinks she could not get along
without the Knowledge Box and Work-Box, from the former of
which she obtains many points in regard to making various arti-
cles in the way of pastry and also many simple remidies which
are of use in the ‘ills that children are heir to,’ such as burns, ete.
The Work-Box aids her in deciding.many matters of taste in
dress, etc. ‘May your circulation never be less,’ and may all
your readers enjoy the perusal of the NEw YORK WEEKLY with the
Same zest as does our household.”

R. T. H. writes: “Monday night Iam always besieged on en-
tering the house with the inquiry, ‘Have you got the WEEKLY ?
and knowing the long faces which it would cause if I answered in
the negative, of course I never neglect to purchase it on my way
from the store. Indeed, it isa most welcome visitor, and I should
be lost without it. As we cannot all read it at once, my wife and
self change about as reader, and we do not stop until every line
(advertisements excepted). has been perused, and then we are
sorry there is not more of it.”

ee
Ned. Buntline’s Likeness.

No. 37 of the NEw YORK WEEKLY, in which ‘‘Hazel-
Eye, the Girl Trapper,’ was commenced, contained an ac-
curate likeness of Ned Buntline. It may be procured 6f
any news agent.

——_—_- > @4--

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

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(The answers to all questions of the nature of recipes and rem-
edies, will be found in the department headed “Our Knowledgo
Box.’? Questions of etiquette, and all matters relating to the
fashions, whether of dress, manner of wearing tie hair, etc., will
be answered in the “‘Ladies’ Work-Box.’? Those of our corres-
pondents who find some of their questions unanswered in this de-
partment will bear thisin mind. Questions of a personal or busi-
ness pee will be answered in the department headed ‘‘Per-
sonal.

3aG> GOSSIP: WITH READERS AND CONTRIBUTORS,—
Bro, John.—Nankeen is a fabric manufactured in China of a buff-
colored cotton. It is much esteemed for its durability and the
permanence of its-hue, which is natural to the material, and not
the effect of dyes. Many imitations are manufactured in this
country and England, by dyeing white cotton, but they are much
inferior to the genuine article. Your other question will be an-
swered next week.......... master.—A correspondent sends us
the circular of Henry. Parker, 48 Liberty street, another of the
names assumed by the parties who offer such extraordinary in-
ducements to persons to invest afew dollars in sawdust, etc., un-
der the impression that they are buying counterfeit money with
which to swindle their neighbors, Any one desiring to lose just so
much money, with the comforting reflection that they can take
no steps for its recovery without exposing their own duplicity,
cannot do better than ayail themselves of the offer contained in
the circular and send for a package. In addition they will have
the satisfaction of seeing theirnames published in the daily pa-
pers as would-be circulators of counterfeit money, should the po-
lice happen to make a raid on the place and seize the letters lying
around loose....:. Tillie M. Frost:—Your ideas are good, but rather
crudely put together. You will improve by practice....M. K. B
The article is too long for a sketch, and not long enough for a se-
ad. 5% A Lover of Friendship.—You should take no further steps

 

 

 

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toward a reconciliation, As the quarrel was one of his ow -
ing, and all your friendly advances havebeen met in Seasly an
let him take his own time to get oyer his pet. By doing more,
you demean yourself and elevate him to the dignity of an injured
individual...... A Subseriber.—It 1s possible that you may be mis-
taken in regard to the lady’s feelings. If you have reason to think
that your surmises are correct, it requires but little tact to bring
about an interchange of sentiment. An invitation toa picnic an
evening stroll, or an entertainment would place you on the de-
sired footing..........Mark Antony.—Consult a physician. .
Janau.—ist. It is immaterial. 2d. Loose. 3d. About 150. “4th,
Could be improved. 5th, Certain articles, 6th and 7th. We can:
not give the figures. .. .Creole.—Ist. Dexter’s best mile was trotted
in 2.17 1-4, 2d and 3d. See “Knowledge Box.” 4th. If the lady is
an intimate friend, there would be no impropriety in asking for
her photograph, 5th. Good.:........ Constant Reader.—Garibaldi
had command of an irregular body of French troops stationed in
the Vosges mountains, but participated in no engagement of im-
portance. Owing to his services not being appreciated by the
French Government, he resigned before the close of the war.

H. T, Fairlamb.—We do not desire any translations...... wn.
R. Parks.—The papers will cost 30 cents......J. M. Maguire.—\st.
There are in the State of Ohio 4,800 miles of railway, of which
about 3,800 miles are open to travel. 2d. In the United States
there are about 52,000 miles of railway open...... Monte Cristo.—
This is Frobenly the worst season to look for a situation as clerk
etc., and your father should take this intoconsideration. You are
the victim of cireumstances to a certain extent, and your uncle
and father are somewhat to blame, the former for deceiving you
and the latter for throwing you on your own resources after
bringing you up in idleness. Perhaps he will relent when he sees
you have really tried to obtain employment....._) Monica.—We do
not know of any establishments of thé kind mentioned... . Native.
—In 1870 the British navy numbered 630 vesselgof. all sizes, of
which 281 were in commission. That of the United States at the
Same time numbered vessels, of all classes and conditions.....
S. P. Rock.—Get a mutual friend to introduce you, and thus re-
new the acquaintance of former years. It will be an easy matter
then to ascertain the lady’s sentiments toward you...............
John Aspinwall.—ist. The distance from Boston to Denver, Col-
orado, is about 2,250 miles. The fare is from $85 to $%, and the
time occupied in traveling between the two points a little short of
five days. 2d. The climate is dry, bright aaa salubrious..,... a
Rhoda.—The address is New Orleans. Further than this we do not
know...... Queen of the Rovers.—It isahumbug. There isno such
person...... Cora S. C.—\st. It is the lady’s own name. She re-
sides in Mobile, we think. 2d. Carleton’s addréss is Broadway
and Twenty-fifth street. We think it isdoubtful if you procure
the lady’s address........ A, A, Spitzer.—The M8, is too short for
a serial, though well written...... A. Rustic.—No obligation of the
kind is taken. The absurdity of the thing is sufficient to disprove
it...... Lola.—See “Work-Box.”........ W. B.—James Fisk, jr., is
Colonel of the Ninth Regiment, N.:G. S..N. Y...., John Thompson,
—We cannot say. We should prefer one we know to be reliable.
a Pe va John P. Weed.—ist, Surnames were first used in Europe
after the triumph of Christianity over paganism. Many Christian
ngmes became so common as to create confusion and inconveni-
ence, and avocations and personal peculiarities were used as dis-
tinguishing titles, as John the Mason, Peter the Baker, James the

 

 

 

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| also furnish their quota.

~mith, Henry the Fleet, Peter the Strong, etc. Many others are
Reed and Reid, from red; localities
Many names have undergone so many

| changes, and are in so many different forms, that it 1s impossible

.o say what the original was, 2d and 3d, See “Knowledge Box.”’
‘ah oad Sadie.—Very good, but the subject is an old one, and has
‘een written up in every conceivable shape.......... J. Wilson.—
Please restate your question, as we haye no recollection of the
subject of your former communication, .:.., Mose Murk.—No.....
f, M. S.—¥or a first effort, ‘‘Wine is a Moeker” is yery good......
darry E. Leslie.—A lady is evidently very fickle-minded who can-

; 20t choose between two lovers, notwithstanding she says she has
| \ preference. It is safe to say in a case of this kind that she loves

1either, and the man who marries a woman of this disposition
vill be apt to lead an unhappy lite......Zady Monica.—ist. Very
sood. Copyists are paid different prices......£. S.H.—If you have
10 other objection to the lady than her stoutness, which is not so
weighty as may seem, and are convinced that you will live hapiiy

' together notwithstanding, marry her, by all means, eee: of

| course, she consents to take you as her liege lord.

tis prudent

: £0 ascertain this fact before taking further steps, such as engage-

} .ng minister, etc......

Operator.—The first electric telegraph actu-

| ally established was by Prof. C. A. Steinheil, of Munich, in 1836.

it was twelve miles long, and employed but a single wire. The
signals were produced upon a series of bells of different tones.
Several experiments, some of which were to a certain extent suc-
vessful, had been made by other scientific men, a few years pre-
vious to this date. Prof. S. F: B. Morse, about the same time

| brought forward his invention, which is considered the most effi-

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cient and simple sons che ied in use. It was first exhibited atthe
ork in 1837, and-brought into practieal use
Apply to the drim-major of one of our militia regiments..:... Zs.
W. Jones.—Ist. If you are willing to put up with certain ineon-
yeniences, and wish to grow up with that section of country you
cannot do better. There are routes already open through country
which is quite as good, if not better. 2d. We cannot say, as we
know nothing of your qualifications. 3d. An energetic and in-
dustrious man will find plenty of opportunities of making money.
4th. Fair...... Young Aspirant.—Yes...... J. S, P.—‘‘Pwo pairs” is
correct...... E, B. H.—The engagement ring is worn on the fore-
finger of the left hand...... Canada Bill.—ist. Divorces are
granted in Maryland by the Legislature, on the report of the
judge ofa court. The party making the application must have
been a resident of the State at least oneyear. 2d. Divorces are
granted in Indiana for any cause the court may deem sufficient.
‘Soha Jimmy Scully.—Your brother, Daniel T. Scully, is a member
of Co. C., 7th U.S. 1. Fort Shaw, M.T..... One who would Grow.—
Correspondents who are referred to the ““Knowledge Box,” if they
do not find the answers the same week, must look in two or three
succeeding numbers, as they are sometimes crowded over......
Hawkshaw.—Iist. See ““Knowledge Box.’’ 2d. We cannot say. In
the meantime you wiil find the serials now running through the
columns of the NEw YORK WEEKLY equal, if not superior, to any
we have previously published. We would especially call your at-
tention to the “Arch-Plotter,” which is now republished after a
lapse of fifteen years. It has been pronounced by those who have
read it one of the most intensely interesting stories ever written.
Do not fail to recommend it to your friends. 3d, The date has
not been’decided on, but it will probably be some time during the
SS. Reader.—There are in this city eighteen militia regi-
ments, and six in Brooklyn...... Brakeman.—I\st. The guitar, to a
person of musical taste, is not more difficult to learn to play than
most other musical instruments, 2d. The cost is from $5 to $60.
3d. By taking a few lessons from a competent teacher you would
progress much faster and learn more thoroughly............ John
Stilletto.—ist. We cannot furnish No. 12, of Vol. XXV.; the others
we can, .2d.We doubt if yo can get it,aSthe agents procure
their back numbers of us through the news companies, 3d. We
do not know Cannibal Jack’s address, 4th. Write to the \.¥.
Ophthalmic Hospital, 387 Fourth avenue. 5th. Fair. oth. When-
ever you are in doubt as to the spelling of a word, refer to the dic-
tionary,...... Erie Canal.—ist. The locks on the Erie Canal are fif-
teen feet wide. 2d. Two horses will draw an average laden boat,
though four are generally used for a very heavy load. 3d. The
00,000 prize for the best mode of propelling by steam on the
New York canals has not been awarded. An experiment will be
made in a few days with a steamboat now lying at one of our
1 Se eee Sample.—The usual costume is the old-fashioned
short-waisted, swallow-tail coat, striped pants, several inches too
short, white hat, and unpolished cowhide boots..... .... ‘ank H.
Waas.—Iist. The stories named are out of print. 2d. A young man
of ordinary intelligence may becomea good printer in three years.
NG. (286.5. Cale Durg.—We cannot furnish back numbers of the
Phunny Phellow...... Wild Rover.—Iist. The gentleman resides in
this city. We do not know his age. 2d. It is impossible to say,
as many tribes have become extinct. The total numberof In-
dians in the United States is about 300,000. 3d. Buffalo Bill has his
headquarters in Nebraska, but he is seldom for any length of time
at any particular point. Wild Billis a resident of Kansas. 4th. Gen.
J. C. Fremont is alive, but we do not know his whereabouts. 5th.
The gentleman is about ‘ive feet nine inches in hight, and is an
American by birth. 6th. We think it has never been published.
-...4n Admirer.—Iist. We know nothing whatever of the individ-
ual, 2d. “Wild Redburn” is out of print........ Lessee.—As B did
not fulfill his part of the contract, you were justified in securing
yourself, the more so as the agent declined to hold himself re-
Sponsible.......... Jack.—\st. Ascertain the name of the vessel in
which your father sailed, and the agents will. giye you the infor-
mation desired. 2d. See No. 40. 3d. Poor, You should improve
it by practice........ A. Nonymous.—We cannot inform you.......
P. &. O.—Ist. Phonographic reporters are not in demand. In
connection with this study it is also necessary to be familiar with
localities, and able to condense items of news, beside having a
general knowledge of current events. The salaries and hours of
employment vary with the nature of the publication one is con-
nected with. A reporter on a daily paper virtually has no time
which he may call his own, as events may occur in which his ser-
vices are required at all hoursof the day or night............ Maud
Earnest.—Unless an engagement exists between yourself and the
graven an, it would be unwise to demand an explanation from
im until he calls on you again. It would then be perfectly prop-
er to call him to account for his neglect to keep the appointment.

Puff Stuff.—ist. See “Knowledge Box.’’ 2d. Soda water, if drank ,

to excess, is very injurious to the coating of the stomach, but a
glass taken occasionally as a corrective for acidity of the stomach
is very beneficial. 3d. The sirups are about the same, the only
difference being the flavoring extracts. 4th. Fair..........Oil.
—The contents of a barrel ma’ gu by measuring its di-
mensions and then calculating by arithmetical rules, When the
barrels are of a regular size, the number of gallons is determined
by a guaging rod, measuring diagonally from the bung to the ex-
tremity of the opposite stave at the head, the inches being mark-
ed on one side of the rod and the gallonson theother. Where the
cask is not full it is also necessary to measure the perpendicular
distance from the bung to the surface of the liquid.......... A, RB.
—If she has the necessary proofs she can bring an action against
you for breach of promise, in case you refuse to marry her. You
acted very unwisely in engaging to marry a woman you had
never seen, and will have to depend on the magnanimity of the
lady to release you, or take the consequences...... Joe.—No......
Branch.—ist. We know nothing of the person. 2d. See
“Knowledge Box.” 3d, Telegraphing would probably be the most
useful occupation to you..... Revilo.—ist. We have never read
the work. 2d. The strip of paper with the lines marked on it is
placed in the envelope in order that the address may be written
straight, the black lines showing through..... :A Constant Reader.
We cannot say. If it has not already been printed you will see it
in the course of time.. Questioner J. B.—ist. We do not know the
address of any parties in either business. 2d. We cannot say how
many lives a Colorado potato-bug has. If effectually killed once,
we should not be afraid to go our pile against its resuscitation...
Lucy L. T.—I\st. The young lady is evidently jealous of the atten-
tions shown you by her former lover, and like most narrow-
minded persons, endeavors to disparage you by hinting at the dif-
ference in social station, in a monetary point of view. This is one
of the most unmistakable signs of ill-breeding, and is only in-
dulged in by those whose money overbalances their brains, and
which they have come into possession of through no cfforts of
their own. No person whose opinion is to be valued pe another
from this standpoint, to the exclusion of mental acquirements
and good conduct. 2d. A return of the call, under the cireum-
stances, would be very unpleasant, and a sacrifice of justifiable
pride. 3d. The initials F. F. V. mean first families of Virginia. . .
Ned.—Iist. Your subscription expires with No. 46. 2d. We cannot
give the lady’s address. 3d. Fair. 4th. Consult a carpenter......
Regular Army.—As persons who enter lands under the Homestead
Law are obliged to settle on them, it would be impossible for you
to take the benefit of the act, at least until your term of service
has nearly expired...... New Yorker.—ist. The hieroglyphic sign
on the building corner of Beekman street and Park Row, which
has proved an enigma to many of our readers, reads as follows,
the address being the phonographie or short-hand cjaracters:
“James E. Munson, Short-hand Reporter and Authos 34 Park
Row.” 2d. We cannot furnish photographs of our costributors,
a ies Jacob Maintopgaliant.—In the drawing sent, the ii marked
X is called a try-topsail; that marked XX isthe jib. The rope iead-
ing from the topmast tothe end of the bowsprit is the flying jib
stay. The rope leading from the topmast to the outer end of the
boom is the topping-lift. The short perpendicular spar under the
bowsprit is the martingale, and the ropes are thé Martingale
stays. 2d. Webster’s Dictionary will give the inf@rmation. 34d.
We cannot say at present. 4th. “Squirrel Cap” will cost 60 cents;
and “‘Ramon the Outlaw” 54 cents, The other stories named are
out of print...... Harry.—In the effort to preservethe rhyme and
rhythm the composition is seriously marred......J. H. F.—Theg
“Land o° Cakes” is a name applied to Scotland, because oatmeal?
cakes are a common national dish, especially among the lower
classes. ...Jon Jones.—To be had of any respectable druggist. ...
The following MSS. have been read and accepted: ‘The Little
Ones at Home,’ ‘In the Nick of Time,’ ‘On the Death of a Friend,’
‘Woman’s Rights—What Are They,’ ‘A True Temperance Story,’
‘Down in the Coal Mines,’ ‘Good-by,’ ‘Out of the Dark,’ ‘Beautiful
Rain.’ The following will be published in a new mammoth
monthly soon to be issued from this office: ‘My Love Affair,’ J
Wonder Why,’ ‘You Did Not Say Good-by,’ ‘Onward,’ ‘Reading,
‘Deceived by Appearances,’ ‘No Rain.”’ The eee respect-
fully declined: ‘Girls, Have No Secrets from Your Mother,’ ‘The
Country Home,’ ‘The Morning Star,’ ‘The Close of Life, ‘Aunt
Jemina,’ ‘Minnie Morton’s Diary,’ ‘The Last Good-by,’ ‘The
Haunted House,’ ‘Passing Away,’ ‘Nettie’s Story,’ ‘Nature’s Lan-
guage,’ ‘How to Ask the Question,’ ‘Wine is a Mocker,’ “The Flirt’s
Appeal,’ ‘Think of Me,’ ‘My Country” ‘Our Darling,’ ‘Waiting,
‘Eeschapel’s Prophecy,’ ‘Memory,’ ‘Intemperance versus Tem-
perance,’ ‘The Two Lovers,’ ‘Coming to tke Point,’ “fhe Second
Mrs. Granger,’ ‘We Cannot Blame Her,’ ‘Karl Von Hohenwal-
den’s Revenge,’ ‘The Hidden Treasure,’ ‘Put Your Shoulder to the
Wheel,’ ‘Reaching the Bottom of his Pocket,’ ‘Reuben’s Propo-
sal,’ ‘Once I was Happy,’ ‘Kisses,’ Cathedral of Kilkenney,’ ‘My
Trip up the Hudson,’ ‘The Loved and Lost,’ ‘True Happiness,
‘Mateo Falcone,’, ‘Rest upon a Gentleman’s Breast,’ ‘You Know

 

 

 

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