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BUGLES.

" Of course, if you are aman, you know nothing about
ugies.

We do not refer to the kind of bugles one takes out for
@ sail on Echo Lake, or the kind to which the poef refers
when he sing: about

“The winding bugle horn.”

We have reference only to those littie oblong, glittering
black glass abominations with which fashion decrees that
the habilaments of ladies shall be decorated, and through
whose diabolical agency the nerves thereof are put ina
State of perpetual anxiety and ‘ragged edges.”

Bugied gimps, and laces, and fringes look very beauti-
ful and harmless as they lie wound round green and blue
blocks of pasteboard in the shop- windows, but when once
transferred to the cloak or dress of a lady they become in-
Blruments of torture. A lady whose clothes are well be-
sprent with bugies, edging her way through acold and
unsy:npathizing crowd, is a spectacie calculated to in-
spire pity in the breast of any but the most hardened. At
every step she sheds bugles. She drops them as tlie giri
in the fairy story did the pearis and diamonds. There is 2
constant musical tinukle on the pavement, like

* The dripping on the scented leaves
Of fragrant August rain.”
The glass cuts the slender silk or cotton upon which they
are strung, aud, aftera month’s wear, a lady’s beaded
jacket isa grand conglomeration of dingy cotton braid
(it was warranted to be silk), frayed ends of silk and cot-
ton thread, broken beads, and beads hanging by a string.

If you have got a beaded sack, ‘‘eternal vigilance’’ on
your part is a vital necessity. When you get into your
carriage you Must be careful and have your coachinan
understand that he is not to propel you with his hand on
the small of your back, a8 most of them do. When you
get out, he must be careful aud not lift you down by your
elpows. In either case a shower of bugies will be the
result.

In church, no matter how long the Rev. Dr. Dingley’s
sermon May be—even if it reach as far as ‘*‘Pifteenthly,
my brethren’’—you dare not rest your aching spine by
leaning against the back of the seat, for nothing wears
bugles off the back of a sack like the uneasiness occa-
Sioned by long and melting sermons. There are some
preachers in this world who ure respousibie for the anni-
hilation of barrels of beads and bugies.

You cannot tie your throat up with your nubia, or
“snowflake,’? because the threads will catch on that bead-
ed collar, aud result in a loss of a teacupful of black giass
giobules.

How did the North American Indians ‘ever manage to
keep their wampum intact? How is it that their beaded
belts and huntipg shirts come down to us in such a won-
derlul state of preservation ?

When you wear your beaded sack your maid can never
be quite at ease. There must always hang over youa
littie cloud of apprelension. You dare not let “dear John’?
put his arm around you “to hold the lap-robe in place”
when you go sleigh-riding, for every girl Knows that there
is nothing like a devoted lover’s arm for working the de-
struction of bugles.

At home, if you wear one of these “perfect loves of
sleeveless jackets,” it is of course beaded, and beads
meet you at every turn. Youtread on them, you fish
them out of your soup, you detect them in your bread,
they get into your shoes; and the baby, if there is one,
swallows a thimbiefui or so aday, and seems to labor un-
der the illusion that a glass diet will give him a trans-
parent.character.

Seventy-five cents a day is a moderate allowance for a
fashionable lady to estimate as -the probable wear and
tear on her bugies, for beaded gimps and laces are ex-
pensive.

And we are sure that all sensible peaple will be glad to
see this rage for jet subside, and a more enduring style of
garniture come in vogue. KATE THORN.

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FORTUNE'S FREAKS.

Years ago there lived at Toulouse, France, a young man
of popularity and large fortune, named Sylvain Barnabe.
He was one of the elegants of the city, and a terrible lady-
killer. This young man was fair to look upon, was well
educated, danced to perfection, was a crack billiard-
player, a dab hand at cards, a Capital shot, and master of
the small sword. True, Sylvian was rather fast, but that
seemed to make him only the more attractive to the fair
sex of Toulouse. He was a universal favorite, or, at least,
so long as his money lasted, but presently he found the
bottom of his purse and the last of his many friends, both
at the same time. Singular coincidence.

Well, Sylvain Barnabe was not a vagrant; he must earn
some money to pay for his board and clothing; so he be-
came clerk to an attorney in the famous and ancient cap-
ital where he was born. To his surprise, however, he
found that one of the young women who had flirted with
him when he had plenty of money to spend, and had been
“sweet” on him, still entertained a sort of affection for
him as an attorney’s clerk. True, she had. nothing to
lose except her character, and so after a little undue in-
timacy with the former rake and present attorney’s clerk,
it became. more necessary than convenient for both to
leave Toulouse for the mutual benefit of themselves and
their friends. Noone. seemsto know what finally be-
came of the pretty Marie H——, but as to her quondam
lover, there is nO mystery at all. His fate is clear
enough.

The Paris papers just. received record the death ofa
rag-picker, aged seventy-eight years, known as king of
the chiffonniers. He had carried the basket and steel
hook through the gutters and streets of Paris for over fifty
years. At night witha lantern, in the day time by tne
early morning light. He had two periods in the twenty-
four hours when he searched the public gutters, one from
ten to twelve midnight, the other from seven to nine in
the morning. Sometimes he found enough to pay for
bread, 2 bottle of cheap wine and lodgings, sometimes
nothing, and so went hungry and houseless, This king
of the chiffonniers, and whose death is just announced,
was the once gay, rich and attractive Sylvain Barnabe, of
Toulouse.

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The Ladies’ Work-Box.

THE PURCHASING AGENCY CATALOGUE.—Owing to many
changes and reductions in prices, we have been forced to defer
the publication of our New Purchasisag Agency Catalogue until
the present time, Ajl oraers now received will be filled at once.
It will be sent to any address, pre-paid, on receipt of ten cents.

 

 

‘“‘Arline.’—To wear in the neck of your new suit make
a ruching of organdie muslin, edged with Valenciennes
lace, finish thia at the lower edge with folds of silk suit-
able to wear with your dress, rose-color wif be bright and
pretty; finish this in front with a bow of silk and lace
combined. A smaller bow can be worn in the hair.
Throatlets of black velvet, with bracelets to match, orna-
mented with jet beads, have been and are still worn,

“A German Girl.’—Yes, such a wreath as you describe
can be bought here for 75 cents or $1, but it is by no
means necessary for you to wear such a one. You can
instead weara pin and ear-rings of silver, and a silver
ornament, butterfly or a flower, on one side of your head.
Thank you for kind appreciation of our good old NEW
YORK WEEKLY.

“Anna M."—The serpentine corset springs are useful
for misses as well as older ladies, but we cannot promise
that they will last forever if you want to lace so tightly.
You know we do not advocate *‘binding’? anything, par-
tieularly the body. You may not suffer now for doing so,
bat you surely will s0me day. Take the advice of the
Work:Box and let your.corsets measure at least twenty-
two inches around the waist. The springs cost 25 cents a
pair. Such corsets as you describe are $2.26. Yes, the
hair braid for $10 will be quite heavy enough, particularily
with your Own hair. Wave it in front, comb ivosely back,
Sperone your back hair in coil of braids arouud your
head.

“Mrs. Baker,’’ Attleboro.—We have heard of misses of
fifteen years of age who imagined they knew more than
their mothers, but we notice they outgrow that knowledge
very soon. Sodon’t be uueasy; your daughter won’t be
So wise when she really knows more. If you are com-
pelled to stay in the liouse, and yet feel able to have com-
pany, and your husband will take you from room to room,
by all means move around just as much as you desire. Sit
in the parlor one day, and make the sitting-room your
reception-room the next, Try and make yourself us com-
fortable as possible, and He duwn on the sofa whenever
you feel inclined. A year’s confinement to one roum is
quite enough for any one, and you are perfectly right to
do as you desire in this matter. Make the drab delaine in
a wrapper after pattern No. 3,821, price 25 ceuts, and trim
with either dark blue, or -witit bimok vitk-or dolaine, and
you will have a pretty anda appropriate dress for an invalid
to wear at auy time. If you prefer, you can make a skirt
and wear oneof the half-fitting polonaise over it. No
3,230, price 35 cents, will be comfortable, as it is loose, or
cun be worn belted in to the form when you wish to sit
up. Don’t be discouraged, but try. and get well for the
sake of your husband and little ones. Show that wise
daugiiter of yours that you are quite capable of dressing
neatly, and entertaining a few friends even if you ure an
invalid and suffer constantly. Try and keep as cheerful
as possible, and that will help you to get weil.

“Three Brides,” “Lady Jane,” “Mary B.,” and “Nor-
ma.’—The prettiest aud most economical wedding dress
you can make is of white organdie muslin; this you can
decorate with ruffles of the material, or you may make it
costly by adding rich embroideries and laces. Certainly
we will describe the dress of a wealthy New York lady.
For a bride of twenty-three years, a dress of the richest
quality of cream-white gros-grain silk had a very deep

| plain train, gathered to the belt, and puffed over the tour-
| Dure, the only trimmings being a wide sash of the silk,

adjusting the drapery and tied in a large double bow. The
front was trimmed en tadlier, or on the skirt, with two
deep, shirred .flounces; and above, to the edge of the
basque corsage, witha succession oi knife-pluitings of
tulle about four inches wide, laid on to a point in the cen-
ter, The corsage had pointed Dasques in front and back,
and was finished with a cord at the bottom, and a stand-
ing collar and lapels, filled in with plaited tulle. The
sleeves were of the coat style, very close-fitting, with
plaitings of tulle, and.a boa and ends at the bottom. There
was no floral garniture. The head-dress was a gariand
of orange-biossoms, buds and foliage, worn under a plain,
deep tulle vail, arranged in the manner described above.
The bride-maid’s dress is generally of white taletan mus-
jin, made very nearly after the style described in the
bride’s dress, and is almost invariably high in the neck.
The sash and flowers worn by the bride-maid is of some
delicate color—as, for instance, blue or rose; and if there
are several bride-maids, each one has trimmings of a dif-
ferent color. In arecent wedding, at which each of the
bride-maids represented different types of complexion, a
sparkling, ruddy brunette wore a cardinal red sash and
red roses; a fair bdionde, a paie rose-colored sash, aud
pink hawthorn blossoms; a ruddy blonde, a ciel-blue sash
and forget-me-nots; and a brown-haired, brown-eyed
beauty, with the pink and white tints of the seashell in
complexion, wore wood-violets and asash of the same
lovely color. in the bouquets of each of these young |a-
dies the color of her floral dress-trimmings predominated;
and each attendant groomsman worea flower of the same
color.

Among wedding floral garnitures there are elegant
fringes formed of pendant sprays of lilies-of-the-valley,
headed bya running’ garland of orange-biossoms and
buds, sometimes intermingled with white-star jasmine
and spirea, or elder blossoms; or, leaving out one or more
of these blossoms, for very youthful brides there are gar-
nitures interweaving rose-tiuted apple-biossoms or haw-
thorn; while there are specimens in which roses and buds
appear for brides who are older.

The bridal wreath and bouquet for the corsage to match
form the simplest wedding parure. This season the
wreath is generaliy a full, clustered coronet, mounted to
an obtuse point in the middle, and having a trailing spray
on each side—the sprayiongeron the left than on the
rightside. We find wreaths composed wholly of orange-
blossoms, buds and foliage, or intermingled with jasmine,
spirca, elder or other biossoms, Full parures include
headings of flowers for flounces, tringes for the tablier,
and bouqueis, Clusters and garlands for other purposes.

Arranged and mounted in a similar manner are roses,
violets, forget-ine-nots—indeed, almost every conceivable
simulated thing of floral creation—for the trimming of
bride-maids’ and ball foilettes. This, indeed, seems to be
essentialiy the season for artificial flowers. The bonnets
and hats are jardineiies, and ‘evening dresses seem bits
of gardens floating in the dance or stately in the prom-
enade. :

“Ida Smith.’’—The rubber shields are not quite so popu-
lar as those made of buckskin and lined with oil silk.
They cost 25 cents a pair. You cannot imagine how diffi-
cult it is to match goods even here in New York. In our
principal houses the old goods are sold out each season
and new seasonable fabrics supply their place, hence, un-
less the material happens to be fashionable, even if it was
hought from a store here, we cannot match it as easily as
isome country place where goods are kept on hand from
yeat_ to year. Wecan get you handsome chased rings
costing according to weight $4.50, $6.40, $8 and $10. For
misses we can get Carved rings custing from $4 to $7.

“AnuaL.,” “Mrs. Bruce,” and others who ask how to
make alui.baskets.—The framework is usually made of
thin wire woven in and out, and wound over with worsted
in every part, \o produce a rough surface. » Dissolve the
alum in rather wore than twice the quantity of water
that will cover the basket, handle included. Put in as
much alum as the water will dissolve, and when it will
take no more, filter it. through a piece of brown paper
into a saucepan. If you wish the basket to be colored,
the dye must be added before the process of filtering.
To produce crimson, use an infusion of cochineal and
madder; for bright yellow, boil gamboge, muriate of iron,
or turmeric, in the solution. Biue crystals may be ob-
tained by preparing sulphate of copper, commonly calle:
biue vitriol, in the same manner that alum is preparer.
For pale blue, equal portions of blue. vitriol and alum;
and for green, add to these last ingredients a few drops

 

of muriate of iron. The.solution being filtered, boil it
gently until it is reduced to half the quantity; put itina
vessel large enough to admit of the basket; suspend the
latter from a stick laid acrogs the top, 80 that both basket

and handle are entirely immersed. It must then be put
in a cool place where there will not be the slightest mo-
tion to disturb the formation of the crystals. It is well
to bear in mind that the colored baskets should be kept
quite out of the reach of children, as they look very tempt-
ing. like sugar-candy, but are decidedly poisonous,

“. L. D."—Address your letters to **Work-Box,” Office
of the NEW YORK WEEKLY, 27, 29 & 31 Rose street, New
York City. Wecan get you a good, imported silk from

where you can Call and see them during your visit to the
city. The store is corner of Broadway and Eleventh
street. The Cheney Brothers have been most successful
in manufacturing the American ailks, which bow rank
with the best-wearing imported. silks, A very stylish
basque pattern is No. 3,588, price, 25 cents.
French design, and is suitabie for a fall form. It fits su-
perbly, and has the basque skirt pointed front and back,
while it is gracefully rounded up over the hips. A pretty
overskirt pattern is No. 3,693, price, 20 cents, which’is
also pointed. A quilling oflace or tulle in the neck ofa
handsome dress is much more suitable for evening wear
than a collar. Light brown or peari-colored gloves will
be appropriate to wear with your black silk suit during
either day or evening. Let your tie be a delicate blue, or
flesh, or tea-rose tint, or any becoming color, in the pale
shades.

|

CUPID'S WORK.

Love is ever busy letting fly his arrows at high and low
alike. Heisno respector of persons. Though old as
eternity, still Love has no age, and is constantly renew-
ing itself. It was mildly hinted in this connection when
the Grand Duke Alexis visited this country, and afterward
reached home by way of Japan and Siberia, that he was
in disgrace at home owing to some love affair. This story
‘was repeated from time totime, and was generally be-
lieved, but the particulars haye only been made _ public
within a short time. It seems that there was attached to
the imperial household at St. Petersbarg a very beaatiful
and innocent girl, the daughter of a high official, with
whom Alexis fell desperately in love. Of course this was
“on the sly,’’ and was Kept.a profound secret.

Many were the delightful and stolen interviews between
the Grand Duke and his sweetheart, until by and by when
the court was at Moscow, they met by appointment,
sought a priest, and were united “hard and fast.’’ Stolen
fruit is always sweetest, and so these young people kept
their secret for three months and more, but finally the
time came when the truth must be Known, and as the
reader may well suppose, there was na end of the trouble
that took possession of the imperial household. The em-
peror was in arage, and used language more forcibie
than polite; the empress was bathed in tears and fainted
away like any of her subjects, Alexis could not say any-
thing for himself. Besides, the romance of the aflair was
over now, and he began to see that he had got himseif
into a serious piece of business. The emperor is a stern
man, decided enough on occasion, and he told Alexis to
pack up and leave Russia instauter! which the young heir
to the throne did, as we all very well know.

Mrs. Alexis was sent out of the country in another di-
rection by a special train, and under the eye of the police,
while the unfortunate priest was banished to Siberia, in
spite of his protest that he did not Know who the parties
were whom he married as they only gave two common
hames, The Grand Doke has’ returned after his three
years’ tour, and is the commander of one of the crack
ships of the Russian navy. But the young wife, with her
child, is in Switzerland, and the priest remains in that
dreary country of exiles iu Northern Asia, bordering on
the Arctic Ocean. That which has brought the mat-
ter up at this time is the fact that an attempt has been
nade to consummate a ‘‘settlement” with Mrs. Alexis,
for which purpose a certain Russian count, as agent for
the emperor, has been in Switzerland. This party met
the deserted wife and came at once to business. It was
proposed that she should renounce all claim to the hand
of the grand duke, should change her name and disappear.
In return for this trifling service she would receive one
million rubles down, and an annuity of seventy-five thou-
sand rubles, which should be continned to her child, iu
case the jJatter survived her. All of which sounded very
liberal, though horribly mercenary.

But what thought the lady? The count used his most
Dersuasive arguments, but to no purpose whatever, To
lady was obstinate, and spurned the ofec with an air of
indignation quite theatrical. In the meantime Alexis
says nothing, having outgrown his boyish passion and
“geen the evil of his ways,’ saying nothing of the wild

oats he has Cultivated during his travels. There will bea
sequel to ail this, by-and by, but we must wait patiently
until the whirligig of time brings it to light.

STREET OF THE DEAD.

BY LIEUTENANT MURRAY.

 

 

 

 

Apart from the historical associations of Florence, apart
from the memory of its great: names, its monuments of
the past, and its priceless art treasures, the tourist, es-
pecially if he be an Aimerican, recognizes in its modern
aspect many familiar and agreeable features. In fact the
modern portion of the ‘City of the Lily’ much resembles
those of our Own country, while modern Florence vies
with the brightest and handsomest portions of Paris.
Though less strongly individualized than Naples, Genoa
or Rome, yet it stands quite alone in beauty and interest
among these remarkabie Italian cities, and with a wealth
of art treasures scarcely exceeded by them all, she has
many rare and exclusive advantages. One looks in vain
among the thronged streets for the marked types peculiar
to southern Italy, the lazzaroni of Naples, or the pictur-
esque models of Rume, but thrift, cleanliness, aud tbe
absence of beggary are observable instead.

Fiorence lies in a beautiful vailey, surrounded by a pan-
orama of hills, quite as interesting from association as it-
self. Here Cataline conspired and Milton wrote, Michael
Angelo enacted the architect, Galileo conducted his dis-
coveries, and Boccaccio wrote his love tales. These hill-
sides are still dotted with beautiful villas, mostly owned
and occupied by foreigners of wealth, drawn hither in
search of health and pleasure combined.

While passing a portion of the last summer in this beau-
tiful city by the Arno, we were told of many a Florentine
legend, some of which, like that which we shall relate,
are indorsed by history as actual fact. Finding ourseif in
astreet named Via della Morte one day, we asked our
companion why it was thus called ‘The Street of the
Dead ?”? which elicited the legend that follows.

Antonio Rondinelli, a young Ficrentine, in the middle
walks of life, grew up from boyhood beside alovely girl
in his Own rank, and with whom he was passionately in
love. Her name was Genevra Arneri, and she was, in a
city noted for the beauty of its women, pronounced by
common consent to be the most lovely. Her family,
proud of the distinction thus borne by Genevra, which in
& measure was reflected upon itself, indulged in grand
hopes as connected with ils beautiful member. The fa-
ther therefore was in no way favorable to the manifest
regard of Antonio Rondinelii.

Nothing could be brought against the youth, only that
by birth, though highly respectabie, yet he was not of that
nobie lineage to which Genevra’s father had resolved to
unite her by marriage. Antonio’s fortune was by no
means smail; he was in every other way, save that of
rank, @ desirable Companion for the lovely girl, and this
the ambitious father was forced to tell him. Entreaties
and concessions availed nothing; the parent was resolved,
though he Knew that the hearts of Genevra and Antonio
were one, and that he was disregarding the real happi-
ness of his beautiful child.

There were no lack of suitors where s0 much loveliness
Was the attraction. Among these was the representative
of a distinguished and nobie family, named Francisco An-
golanti, the ardor of whose attentions was not to be mis-
understood, and which also received the full approval of
the sordid father of Genevra. In due time the formal en-
gagement between the beautiful Plorentine and her noble
lover was announced, and soon alter the nuptials were
celebrated.

It was the old story of disappointed affection, as Antonio
and Genevra had been devoted to each other for years.
The genule and levely flower, transplanted from a home
where she had been 80 happy to the grand and formal
circle of her husband's palace, faded from day to day, not
rapidly, but by the close of a twelvemonth sie lay upon
her bed prepared to die. All uncomplaining, she took
leave of those nearest to her by ties of biood, but pro-
priety forbade her saying farewell to the only one whom
she regretted to leave behind,

So gentle was her sinking away that a mystery seemed
to hang aboutit. The physicians could only say there was
no longer any pulse; circulation finally ceased, she
breathed no more. The last sad ceremony was performed
over her remains. Her husband, having become con-
vinced that he had no place in the heart of his wife, had
grown cold and formal with her, but he fulfilled all the con-
ventionalities of the occasion with the utmost propriety.
The remains were deposited in the Duomo, musses were
chanted, the mourners returned to their homes, aud poor
Genevra slept in the chili darkness of the tomb.

On the second night after the burial of his wife, Fran-
cisco Angolanti was aroused from a half-diranken revelry
in his own house by a Knocking at the palace entrance.
At first it was but faint, then grew louder, and finally it
became so earnest that his confidential servant came to
his side and whispered in his ear. He started, but alter
forufying himself With still another gobiet, of slroug wine,
he went toa window overiooking the entrance,

 

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ean silks are now only sold by James Mc Creery & Co.,

his is a’

From this*position both himself and his attendant gazed
in startied wonder. Neither the master nor the inan were
probably entirely sober, and yet they undoubtedly beheld
there upon the marble steps of the palace, the figure of
the dead Genevra, still in the robes with which she had
been clothed for the tomb, Hoarse whispers passed’ be-
tween the nobleman and his servant—they could neither
of them trust their senses,

“For the love of Heaven admit me,” moaned the ghost-
ly igure on the cold marble.

“Go thy way, troubled spirit,” angwered the nobleman,
half sobered by fright.

“Admit me, I pray youl” sighed the strange figure,
white as snow in the moonlight.

“Masses have been said for thy soul,’’ was the reply;
“go thy way, and in peace.’? ,

The trembling noble and his no less frightened attend-
ant closed the window and hastened away from the sight
of this strange figure, which after all, they were half in-
clined to believe the phantom of their own disordered
brains, 80 soaked in stimulants. A few moments hater the
lord of the paiace was in that state of unconsciousness
which over-indulgence in wine finally produced.

A little later that night, koockings, loud and earnest,
were heard at the door of the house occupied by the
father of the poor lady so lately luid under the Duomo,
The father appeared at the window overlooking the en-
trance.

“Admit me—admit me at once,’’ cried a deep, ollow
voice from a figure in sepulchral costume.

“Is it the ghost of Genevra?” asked the father of him-
self, ‘or am 1 mad???

“Admit mel’ came again upon his ears, in an awful
voice, which thrilled his very soul,

“Get thee hence,’ he half-groaned, at last in his terri-
ble fright, and closing the casement.

“Alas! alasi’? were the words half-sighed, half-uttered
which rang upon his ears, as he closed the window, and
sought his own apartments too frightened to sleep.

“Is this awful visitation to punish me for uniting Gen-
evra with Francisco Augolanti?’ he asked himself.

Ounce more that terribie night there was knocking at the
door of Antonio Rondinelli’s abode. It was his father’s
house, but his own apartment was at the front and near the
entrance. Awakened from a troubled sleep, for he was
sadly mourning the untimely end of Genevra, and was the
most sincere of all who grieved over her memory, he threw
on a dressing-robe, and looking from his window beheida
sight which caused the cold perspiration to start upon his
brow and his heart to almost cease its functions.

Did he see aright?

“Autonio}"?

That voice, deep, sepulchral, only a whisper as it were!
That form in its terrible clothing Of the grave! Was this
the figure of his own merbid fancy, engendered by his
waking and dreaming sorrow? He would speak to it, let
it be what it might, so long as it were that well-beloved
form, and called him ‘Antonio."

“Genevral” he said, softly.

“Oh, Antonio!’

What could this mean? He sprang down the stairs to
the entrance of the house, opening the door with trem-
biing hand, and there tottered into his arms the person of
her who in life had been allin ailto him. Was it a tangi-
ble form ora phantom? lt was, indeed, a human form
that lay in his arms!

“Look up, Genevra!l Genevra—Genevra, is it really you,
my lost Geuevra ??

“Antonio,’’? was the only faint answer that reached his
ears as he held her to his heart.

In a moment more he had borne her to a couch, a little
wine was poured between lier lips, and again and again,
until she showed unmistakable signs of reviving. Her
eyes now Opened; oh! how they thrilled the heart of her
old and faithful lover.

But how to expiain this true and strange story. Let us
relate the historical! fact.

The death of Genevra was not real, but one of those
protracted swoons which the faculty are unable to ex-
plain. After remaining incarcerated fer many hours she
regained her senses, aud by degrees a little strength came
to her, 80 that, realizing her situation, she lifted the loose
cover of the casket which held her, and fiuaily stood upon
the chill marble of the flooring.

it was near the middle of the night, but lighted by the
faint gleams of the moon, which came through the door
of the vault, she crept toward it; fluding it unfastened,
she opened it, and by slow steps ascen@ed the stairs, anu
finaily gained the open air. Taking the shortest route to
her late home, She crept through the street then called
Misericordia, but which ever after bore the name, from
this circumstance, of Via della Morte.

We have seen how she applied in vain for shelter at her
husband's door, and how she was also repulsed from that
of her own father. Abandoned to her own unhappy fate,
she resolved, ere lying down to die, that she would test
the affection of her jormerlover. His regard, she thought,
was loo true and abiding not to be touched; if awed he
would not be so frightened as to avoid her. Tius the
poor Genevra reasoned in her deserted condition.

Faithful stili to his first and only love, Autonio, after
his brief surprise and horror was overcome, comforted,
assisted and restored Genevra. In entering her levers
house the Rubicon was crossed—there was return for
her; but in her futher’s house her honor could not have
been more scrupulously protected. Antonio’s sister was
her constant companion.

Her revival, Genevra begged to have kept a secret, at
least for the present, and this was done. Her tomb re-
maining unvisited, the absence of the ‘body’? was undis-
covered. The husbaud, Francisco Angolanti, did not
care to refer Lo the vision of that night, and his servant
was lustructed to say nothing about it. The same feeling
actuated the famer, who, nougn voupied I Mila, ara
not revert lo the subject with any one.

Neither ef these, who had seen what they were now in-
clined to believe only a vision, thouglit of the possibility of
Genevra's being resuscitated and in the house of Antonio
Roudinelli.

At last she was quite recovered; and under the infiu-
ence of happiness all of her early beauty revived, and she
Was as lovely as when Antonio aad she had waudered to-
gether on the banks of the Arno, hand in hand, plighting
their affection to each other.

A kind-hearted clergyman had been trusted with the
facts of the singular story, and could not but enter into
its details with earnestness, He declared that he saw the
hand of Heaven in this whole affair, a means of releasing
Genevra from her heartiess and unworthy lord. Thus
actuated, he did not hesitate to unite Geneyra and Anto-
bio in marriage, though at first it was kept a secret.
Finally, when made Known, and the surprise of Fran-
cisco Angolanti had subsided, he contested the validity of
the second marriage atlaw. The case was tried before
the Oourtof Fiorence, which, strange to say, gave its
judgment in favor of the second husband, not on the
ground of Genevra’s having been buried, but because her
family had refused to admit her that nigut.

Such is the legend of the Via della Morte,

 

THE WRECKERS DAUGHTER.

BY CLEW GARNET.

 

 

“I’m not much of a hand on the lee-shore of love, ship-
Mates, I can tell you that. All I Know is that more chaps
get wrecked there than are ever able to Claw off and make
7 offing in the clear sea of matrimony and domestic
iss!
This was. the way Sandy Potts commenced. one of his
yarus when | was in the East India trade along with old
Gritly Marshall, the hardest captain in the line when he
wasn’t Loo “full? to be on deck.
‘Don’t palaver an hour before you weigh anchor—heave
ahead and tell us about the wrecker’s daughter you fell in
love with on the Florida Reefs!” said Bill Grummett, who
kKuew Saudy from truck to Kelson.
Sandy threw his quid of tobacco overboard and went
on. :
“I was in the cotton trade then—running from Orleans
to Liverpooi—and we were coming up the guif afore a
bowlin’ sou’wester, when all at once the wind chopped
right around into our teeth and we had it heavy enough,
dead ahead fora week. We weathered it through, and
when it slacked away we made the laud close aboard to
the nor’east and yet no soundings. :

“The cap knew by this, for he hadn’t had no chance to
take Lhe sun, that we were close on the Florida reefs, and
it wasn’t two hour after daylight afore we saw half-a-
dozen wreckin’ sloops huggin’ along in smooth water iu-
side of us,

“The wind kept a slackin’ and slackin’ till there wasn’t
enough to dry a lady’s cheek if it cried a single tear, aud
just then we saw one of the sloops lower and man a boat.

“It steered for us, a nice: six-oared whale-boat, and in
the stern-sheets sot the captain of the sloop and his daugh-
ter, just the prettiest piece of flesh and biood that ever
wore Calico. Why, boys, her eyes were as big as cocoa
plunis, and as black as midnight, frowning the stars out
of sight, Her hair was like white silk with the red light
of sunset falling on it, and she looked like a fairy in form
when she come up on our deck and went into the cabin
with her father.

“1 saw her and my heart went right out to meet her,
and I’il be blowed out of a nine-inch gun if I believe it
has ever come back since.

“I wanted to see more of her, so I went up on the poop,
and sat down by the skylight where I could look down
and see her sitting there by the cabin table, while her
father talked to our captain.

“They were talking low and earnest, while she seemed
to be looking over the charts that lay spread out there,
but 1 could see by her face that she was listening to what
they said.

“I Know it ts kind of mean to listen where you're not
interested, but 1 was so near I couldn’t help hearing the
captain of the sloop say: ‘

**“Do it, aud I'll give you ten thousand doilars in gold,
and Ella here is a witness to the bargain!’

“Then the two captains looked over the chart a bit,
took a drink, and the wrecker and his gal rose to go. Just
then she ljooked up and saw me by the skylight, and her
face turned all sorts of colors as 1 walked away.

“I feit—well, | hardly Know how I felt. But I thought
she had caught me looking at her, and—well, I felt just
like a fool. 1 went forward out of sight and she and her
father got into their boat and went off. ~

“Along just as night sat in, a breeze struck us.

“It was a fair slant, too, and as I had the first watch at
the heim, I wondered why thecaptain dida’t put on nore
sail. We had on only courses, topsails, and topgallant-
Sails, and could have carried royais aud stun’-sails just as
well as not.

‘‘About four bells the captain came out from the cabin,
and told the second mate he’d Keep the rest of the watch,
for he wasn’t sleepy. The mate was giad enough to get
two hours’ extra sleep, 80 he put for his berth, and the
Captain took the deck.

 

 

“*How’re you steering, Potts?’ he asked, coming to
the wheel.

‘* ‘Kast, nor’-east, sir!’ 1 said.

“ *Too inuch easting,’ he said, carelessly. ‘Luff till she
heads north by east, half east.’

‘Ay, ay, sir!’ Isaid, andI put the helm down till she
Some up almost on the wind, and we had to flatten in the

races,

“The ship bowled on pretty lively now, fer the breege
freshened, and the old man watked the deck in a quick,
nervous way, as if he liked it.

“All at Once I heard the dash of breakers, and I wan-
dered. why the lookout didn’t sing out, when I saw him
handing the captain a giass of grog he had been sent for.

‘‘ ‘Breakers!’ I yelled, as loud as | could, and I elapped
the helm hard a-iee as I sung out.

“ ‘Scoundrel! what do you alterthe ship’s course for
without orders?’ cried the captain, aud he gave me a dig
under the ear that sent me into the lee scuppers, while le
caught the wheel and sent it spinning the other way.

“When I next kuew myself, about a couple of minutes
afterward, I heard the crash of our ship’s keel on the
rocks, and I knew we were ashore.

“Even then I hardly realized how it was, but when
daylight came, showing us up hard on a reef, wreckers all
around us, and the first on board the same captain whom
I had seen the day before with his beautiful daughter—I
remembered his words;

“I will give you ten thousand dollars in gold to doit,
and Ella here is a witness to the bargain!’

“Yes—in an instant it flashed on'me why I was told to
alter the course—why the captain took the watch—why he
had sent the lookout below after his grog at a moment
when he knew the latter must see our danger if at his
post. But what could I, a common sailor, do or say.
Nothing, at least not then.

“We had busy times forthe next three days. The wreck-
ers took out all of our cargo, placing it in their sloops for
conveyance to Key West, then they warped the ship off
inside the reef and towed her down to the same port for
repairs, while the court of admirality should decide on the
salvage to be awarded to the wreckers.

“Que day, the very first day 1 went ashore, for we were
all sent to a boarding house, I was met by Ella G., the
wrecker’s dauguter. Thunder, how my heart jumped
when she bowed and smiled, and asked me if I wouldn’t
take a walk with her, 1 accepted the invitation, and I
talked, the angels may know what about, but I don’t.
She asked me a good many questions; and how it was, I
don’t know, but in some way she found out that I kuew
our ship Was wrecked on purpose. She begged me for her
sake not to hint this to auyhody—said she would love me
if 1 would not—and so I promised.

“But the next day I saw her favuer and my captain watch-
ing me and taiking,. and I begaw to feel asif l was ina
bad scrape. I thought they might kill me and get me out
of the way, and | half made up my mind to go to Judge
Marvin, the district judge, and tell him all about it.

“Then I thought of my promise to Ella and her promise
tolove me and I held off. 1 was rather glad tov, for in
the afternoon she asked me ifI wouldn’t go down ona
aaa of picnic ramble with her over toward the souti

ach.

“She had a basket on her arm, and looked ‘x0 lovely
that I would huve gone to the grave with her if she had
asked it. ;
“So we went, and when we got into a leafy glade where
there was a pool of clear water, a spring used by the buc-
Caneers of old, she tuld me, we sat down, and she opened
her lunch basket. She had cold chickeu, cake und a bot-
tle of wine, and two silver cupsto drink from. Oh, it was
delicious, With her to act as jandiady! Boys, ll never
Sa it. Well, we eat and drauk, and all at once I got
sleepy.

“1 don’t Know how long it was before I woke up. But
when I did, I was in a ship at sea, bound for Havre from
New Orleans, a French ship without a single cuss to talk
tome in Euglish. How 1 got there l didn’t kuow till
after we got to Huvre, but I was treated well, a cabin
passenger wilh no work to do, anda purse full of gold in

my pocket. Ihad seen the pursein the hands of the

wrecker’s daughter the day we first met, for she bought

some oranges from a negro girl.

“In Havre I went to the consul, and he found out that I

had been put on board the French ship by a pilot bout off
Key West, and my passage paid to Havre.

“I don’t kuow whether it was right or not, but I kept

my own counsel. I knew the trial would be over before I

could get buck to Key West to be a witness, and I would
only make an enemy of the prettiest girl | ever saw if I
did so. So 1 stayed in France as long as my money lasted
and then shipped for another voyage.

“I have never seen the wrecker’s daughter since. If I

thought she’d take me under her lee, though, I would

take a cruise down her way—shiver my topsails, if I

wouldn’t!"?

SER REE RRRII an cil RE

Josh Billings’ Philosophy.

————

THE LIVE YANKEE.

 

The live Yankee is born and brought up in Nu Eng-
land, and is educated at the world’s expense. He juys
hiz Datiff place just aZ natral az he duz pumpkin pi, but
iZ at home ennywhare.
He iz like a duk’s egg that haz been hatched out under
@ hen; he respekts the hen, but follows the crook ov hiz
enius,
" He iz a religious kritter, and haz a heap ov reverence,
bul six days out ov the seven le devotes exkiusively to
hizznesa.
Hiz charitys are sistematik like all hiz other ackounts,
and he understands that it iz better to giv a beggar sum-
thing to do fust, and sumthing to eat afterward. lf thare
iZa place on the footstool whare one penny can be turn-
ed into two quick, yu will either find him thare or just
left for sum place whare the profiits are larger.
He understands the main chance by instinkt, just az he
knows What tree will make shingles bi Jooking at it, and
hiz genius develops readily into that most sovereign oy
all praktikal results, to wit, a thorough kuowledge ov the
tra value ov things.
He iz a natral born spekulator, and would rather un-
dertake even a doubtful thing by the job, than to work at
it for day’s wages.
Shifulessness he looks upon az a krime, and lazyness iz
az unhandy for him az it iz for a hornet.
He beleaves that Piymouth Rock iz the korner stone ov
kreashun, and’ Boston iz the kradle oy wisdum and lib-
erty.
The live Yankee, without claiming to be inspired, iz a
grate prophet, if not a prophet he iz a grate guesser, aud
noman kan beareliable prophet unless he iz good at
guessing. :
More fally than enny other man duz he comprehend
thal knolledge iz power, and if yu should sware him upon
a Webster’s spelling book, or a Duboil’s arithmetik, he
would konsider the oath az binding az enny other.
He couldn’t liv long aud enjuy life out ov sight ova
church steeple, and you kan tax him azoften az yu pleaze
for repairing the distrikt skoolhouse,
Hiz ancestors are hiz pride, and it iz allmost impossibie
to find alive Yankee who didn’t havagrate unkle or
aunt on board ov the Mayflower when she made her world-
renowned trip.
The live Yankee iz a citizen ov the world, hiz ideas are
alloy the progressive order, and wharever thare iza
right to defend or a wrong to correkt yu will find him
thare reddy to take a slice ov the fight.
Thare haz been no grate moral or politikal movement
in this Country but what this universal fellow haz planted .
the seeds Oy it, hoed the crop, and been thare at the har-
vest,
He haz often been the father oy enterprizes that were
no vetter than a forlorn hope, but he waz never known to
bak out when he had once spit on hiz hands, rocled up
iz sleeves, and went in fora resuit.. Phisikally he iz
generally aZ lean aza@ hunter’s dog, with a cold gray or
blu eye, ova nervous temperameut, a disbeleayer in
ghosts, and, When he iz cornered and ali retreat kut off,
a desperate and deadly fighter.
Morally, he iz eminently religious; but hiz luv oy enter-
prize euters into ail he thinks and dug, and, while he iz
willing to mourn over the heathen, he wouldn’t hesitate
to take the job ov converting and saving the whole jot for
so mutch arhead.
Hiz idiosinkrasys are so distinkt and defined, hiz whole
inner and outer man are so marked and so diffrent from
enny olier Ov the human race, that if yu should see him
on the shore ov the Red Sea superintending a stage route
that he had just started thare, or find him on the top oy
Mount Arrarat lokating the exackt spot whare Noah and
luz Ark rested, yu would Kno him at sight, and would
aoe doubi exkliaim: “Loand behold, Conuektikut iz
1ere

The best definishun ov “nowhare,’ iz the place whare

Jonathan hain’t been yet, and iam reddy at enny time
to hear oy the safe return from the moon oy some Yankee
who haz been missing for the last twenty years, with a.
full ackount ov the klimaie, produkshuns, people, and
chances for dicker Ov Liat chaste and far removed lumin-
ary.
The live Yankee haz been the inventor ov more labor-
saving masheenus, more patteut plans for making enny
thing from a bone bution toa lokomotiff, than all the other
inhabitants ov the footstool put together.

He iz emphatikally a jak at all trades, and hazaz mutch
Kuriosity ip hiz natur aza rackcoon haz or a tame krow.
Probably thare haz not appeared on the stage ov ackshun
siuce the opening ov the Christian era, or even since the
grate waters covered the face ov the earth, a more usefull
race ov beings, a more ascetik, and at the same timea
more praktikal sett, a more energetick, tho perhaps a
leetle too superfishall, a more moral, nor a more sinewy
tribe, Keener appreshiators ov the main chance, and more
dogged followers when once the trail haz been struck, a
peopie with more cunniag, and wisdum combined, ov
more philanthropick, and at the same time oy a more
profoundly ekonomikal bias, a more universal, everiast-
ing, persistent, and inquisilill, and red hot temperament,
than the live native ov Nu Eugiand.

impress Ov hiz Karakteristiks, and we differ [rom the rest
ov the world only az we are Yankees.

Iam a Yankee miself, a very ordinary specimen i am
Willing to admit, a poor speller, and a poor job generally,
but if 1 waz a going to be born agin, on this side ov Jor-
dan, i shouid insist upon having it done on the radikal
earth ov Nu England.

1 kno ov sum things in the Yankee karakter that might
be improved upon, but I aint a going to tell what
they are.. Let the negative side ov the question find them
oul if they kan,

Nu Eugiand haz been called the home of the bass wood
pumpkin seed, the birthplace ov the white oak cheeze, the

 

megs, in the language ov another, ‘“whare will yu find a
grater 7”

 

 

The live Yankee haz given to everything Amerikan the

natiff jaud ov the wooden nutmeg—but, speakin oy nut-. .

 

 

 

 

 

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