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adopted in the 46th half-brigade, to which Latour d'Au- ing for the printing and publishing of the work, the manag. vergne belonged, of treating him as though he were still ing committee have invested the surplus in Italian stocks, alive and with his regiment, until, on his name being for the benefit of the author. called out, some one replied, “ Mort au champ d'honneur!"

A ROMANCE in very high life has just been brought to It appears that this custom, which was at length aban

its last act. One of the most noted of the South German doned, has lately been reintroduced by the present com- nobleg was the Prince of Thurn and Taxis. He had been mandant of the 46th half-brigade, Colonel Aubry ; and Minister to the late King of Bavaria, and his son was aidethat when at Satory, where the 46th half-brigade is now stationed, the Grenadier Latour d'Auvergne is asked for,

de-camp to the present King. It is this son who is the

hero of the German romance. Long ago the Lord of Bur. the regulation answer, “Mort au champ d'honneur," is leigh chose bis wife from the peasantry, and King Copronounced.

Latour d'Auvergne's sword hangs in the Church of the Invalides, - called, when it was first placed

phetua swore a Royal oath that a beggar maid should be

his bride ; but neither of these traditional lovers went so far there by the Republicans, “ Temple of Mars,"— and proba

as the young Bavarian Prince of our day. It was an obbly on receiving it Garibaldi will restore it to what has

scure actress who fascinated bim, and for whom he was been its resting-place for the last three quarters of a

content to sacrifice everything. These conventional words century.

meant a great deal in this case. The marriage actually It is a remarkable fact, says the Pall Mall Gazelle, that was solemnized, but it was made subject to conditions of a women, in their search for employment, have never turned very rigorous character, which were imposed upon the their attention towards that of “mutes" at funerals. The bridegroom as a condition of the family assent. He was to duties of a mute are such as could not only be well per. renounce all his paternal rights, and even his name. He formed by woman, but are in many ways peculiarly adapted was to be no longer the Prince of Thurm and Taxis, but a for her. As a mute she would have an opportunity of ex- plain bourgeois, and he was to receive an annual allowance ercising her taste in quiet, uppretentious garments, and of of 5000 florins. It might seem that such conditions would preserving silence; she would also be regarded with a be impossible. The only answer is that they were exacted, sober seriousness while engaged in her duties, which could that the marriage did occur, and that the Prince descended not fail to be most gratifying to the strong-minded of her into plain M. de Fels. He bad, however, a very fine tenor

A most successful funeral in wbich woman played an voice and a very beautiful bride, and he made his debut a important part took place at Padua in 1518, and, indeed, short time ago at the theatre at Zurich. The story so far in some respects, the arrangements of this funeral were in reminds one of Mario's history, who was Marquis of Canall ways less depressing than the run of ordinary burials. dia in his own right; but here the resemblance ceases. An eminent lawyer, by name Lodovich Cartusius, who The Swiss are not an imaginative people, and care very died in July of that year, before his death strictly forbade little for romantic sacrifices. M. de Fels was hissed off the his relations to shed any tears at his funeral, and enforced stage at Zurich, and retired into private life. It was easy this order on his heir by a heavy penalty in case of dis- to descend from rank and position ; it was difficult to reobedience. He further directed that fiddlers should take acquire them. The young Prince was brother-in-law of the place of mourners on the sad occasion, and that twelve the Duchess of Bavaria, nephew of the major-domo to the maids in green habits should carry his remains to the Court of Prince Oettingen; so great efforts were made to church of St. Sophia, where he was buried, the ceremony restore this would-be tenor within the princely circle. At to be enlivened by songs from these ladies, who were to be last a way was found to achieve the end. On the Lake of recompensed for the service by a handsome sum of money Chiem, King Ludwig bad an estate known as Herreninsel, allotted for their marriage portions. The monks of the and there it has been the custom to give great water-parconvent at Padua, who were invited to the funeral, were ties and nautical fêtes. A theatre is to be built there, of on no account to wear black habits, lest they should throw which the artists are to consist almost exclusively of the a gloom over the cheerfulness of the procession. If funer. aristocracy. Scenes out of Wagner's operas are to be repals were conducted in this fashion, there would perhaps resented, and Offenbach and Hervé are also to appear on be a fainter call for cremation, and woman would have no the bills. But for this distinguished theatre a dignified necessity for repressing her natural delight at the obsequies manager has to be provided, and the Grand Duchess of of man.

Bavaria, who bas a taste for diplomacy, has thus found the GARIBALDI's new work, “ I Mille," has appeared at Turin

means of introducing her nephew within the ring.fence of in the form of a handsome volume, consisting of 450 pages,

his native aristocracy. The name of Paul de Fels, which and having a title-page inscribed with Petrarch’s lines : appeared in the Zurich playbill, will be heard of no longer,

and the Prince of Thurm and Taxis will be known in fut" Virtu contra furore

ure as Marshal of the Royal Palace and Master of the Prenderà l'armi e fia il combatter corto, Chè l'antico valore

Revels to the young King of Bavaria. It is the babit of Negl' Italico cor non è ancor morto."

some foreign editors to admit statements into their journals

“ under all reserve,” and when this sentence is seen, it is It has a long preface, addressed to the youth of Italy, who tacitly understood that imagination has something to do are reminded that politics are every man's concern, since with the announcements; but no such qualification has aceach one has an interest in knowing whether his bark will be companied the reports of this chapter of romance. steered against rocks, or turned straight to port. Appealing to the Roman youth specially, he begs that such an example of quiet, dignified energy may be set by them, that their city shall be as a pole-star to every other Italian com

MAN'S NESCIENCE. munity, until Italy shall have secured her place as a flour

How soon Man's ray of science, spent, ishing and honored land. The main part of the work,

Dead in the circling darkness falls ! comprising sixty-three chapters, is occupied with the nar

As the pale light to prisons lent. rative of the exploits of the thousand volunteers, from

Expires upon their murky walls. which it takes its name. It concludes with an address to the 4322 subscribers for the volume, who are assured that

The captive's lamp, that flickering shows the author feels that his active share in political events is

His cell's dim vault and dusky floor,

Flares in its socket to disclose over, and that in giving them this work as a memento of his past exertions for his fatherland, he is conscious of the

The chain, the lock, the iron door. faults which it exhibits, regrets he was unable to produce

The grate that mocks the wistful breath, anything more worthy of their acceptance, and assures

The lattice-bars in stern array, them of his sympathy. It appears that only 1942 persons

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F. Shroeder, an Amsterdam jeweller. It is called the Archæological students, says Frank Leslie, will doubt- “Great Mechanical City," and is twenty feet long by fifless be much gratified with the opening of two new fields teen wide. There are houses, castles, churches, and stores for investigation one in Southern Arizona, the other in in it, just as they appear in almost any European city. Illinois. About a year ago the construction of irrigating People walk and ride about. Horses and wagons and canals was commenced in the Pueblo Viejo Valley, lying railway cars pass through the streets. Boats pass up and on the south of the Gila River. While thus at work, sur- down the river, while some are loading and others unloadveyors very unexpectedly came upon a chain of cities in ing at the docks. Mills are in motion. A fountain plays ruins, in some instances the walls being above the surface. in the public park, and a band of musicians fills the air An examination of the countless tumuli in the vicinity re- with melody. There are also forts with soldiers parading vealed large quantities of pottery, housebold utensils, and about them, blacksmith's shops with artisans at work in human bones, but no weapons of war. Some of the ham- them, and pleasure gardens with people dancing in them. mers or axes were of a quality of stone harder than any Other scenes go to make this a wonderful structure indeed. now in use, while of the clay vessels many showed the - In his “ Key to North American Birds,” Mr. Coues clearest evidences of the Roman style of decoration. Peb- expressed his apprehensions that the English sparrow bles of ebony hue externally, but transparent when held to would molest and drive away our native species. He now the light, were scattered about. Various conjectures were writes to the American Naturalist that these apprehenformed of the race of people who built and inhabited these sions have already been verified. From a letter written cities, as well as the cause of the destruction. From the by Mr. Thomas G. Gentry, it appears that, in the neighquantity of human bones and the mass of charcoal lying borhood of Germantown, Pa., the English sparrows are close to them, it is possible either that the cities were de- driving away the robins, blue-birds, and native sparrows. stroyed by fire, or that the places in question had been de- “ They increase so rapidly, and are so pugnacious, that voted to the purpose of cremation. Some have considered our smaller native birds are compelled to seek quarters these remains as representing a semi-civilized tribe con- elsewhere." It is chiefly on this account that Mr. Coues quered by Montezuma; while others claim that Mexico nev- has already been opposed to the introduction of the Enger produced specimens of pottery similar to those of this lish sparrow, but also for other reasons. He holds that place. The second field is a high table-land on Rock River, there is no occasion for them in this country, and that the Illinois, some six miles from Rockford City. Excavations good they do in destroying certain insects has been overwere made in a great mound, and at a depth of nine feet rated. The time will come, he says, when it will be a tablet of Niagara spar was found, with traced and bevelled deemed advisable to take measures to get rid of these edges, and a series of eccentric carvings that probably birds, or at least to check their increase. were designed to perpetuate some event. Six of the figures

A gentlewoman who lives in St. Mark's Place, New correspond perfectly with Libyan characters, letters of the

York city, says the New York Observer, owns a pure-bred oldest African nations. Fourteen distinct figures may be Spanish spaniel, which some time ago evinced a musical talent. traced on the tablet, including those of a well-formed fish,

One day its mistress was singing “No one to love," and a lizard, and two serpents. As in Arizona, a quantity of was surprised at hearing the dog join in the song; and bones and small pieces of rock exhibiting perfect fin-marks turning round she saw it standing on its hind feet, endeavwere found near the tablet. This is the most recent ex

oring to keep time with the music. Taking it in her lap amination of the work of the Mound-builders in the West;

she resumed the song, and the dog, sitting on its baunches, and as further excavations are to be made, many theories

with its fore paws on her neck, threw its head back and concerning the early settlement of Wisconsin, Ohio, Illinois, began to howl, keeping perfect time with her, stopping to Indiana, Mississippi, and West Virginia may be established

take breath when she stopped, and taking up a new strain thereby.

when she commenced. The dog seems to have taken - A board of cavalry officers has just reported on the such a fancy to this song that it is impossible to persuade equipments of the service, which have hitherto been rather it to join in when any other is being sung; in fact, it clumsy, though capable of standing a good deal of wear manifests great uneasiness at hearing any other, but imand tear. The board suggests but few alterations, all mediately on the striking up of the well-known strains its tending to lightness and service, but is very particular as agitation ceases, and wagging its tail with joy, it joins in to the minutiæ of shaping saddle-trees, the great deficiency in our cavalry sets being in the awkward fits of saddles, and

The number of canary birds in the United States is consequent sore backs among the horses. The new saddle

estimated at 900,000, of which number 300,000 were imis a model of lightness and strength, without flaps, and

ported last year. Additions come only from importation, provided with saddle-bags that will really be of use to a since the number raised in this country, yearly, only about soldier, holding all he needs except forage, which is carried equals the number lost through various causes. Of other in the useful forage sack, invented but not patented by our

cage birds there are about 100,000, and the whole conrough and ready dragoons during the civil war. The only

sume about 175,000 bushels of seed in a year. Of this itein that remains, which seems subject to rapid decay, is

amount more than two thirds is canary-seed, and the rest the wooden stirrup, which is substantially unchanged. is hemp-seed, rape-seed, millet, cracked wheat, etc., to the The old heavy bit gives place to one seven ounces lighter, value of more than $2,000,000 annually.

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chatted with them as if she thought of nothing else ; HIS TWO WIVES.1

but under all, her thoughts would go out in dumb quest

into the snow-piled freezing night. Something far out BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.

in it seemed projected toward her, till it touched and

thrilled that " instinctive nerve” which to one school of It had been snowing for days. The rustling seed- physicians explains the deep inward consciousness of

unseen things that in the rarest organisms makes the vessels shivering on their shrivelled stems, the withered distant nebulous fact a clear, close verity to the interior ferns, the sodden leaves of rusty brown, the purple vision. Something far out in the darkness and the cold lichens, the scarlet berries, all were buried many feet seemed to be drawing nearer to her.

What was it? below the muffling snows of the new year. With great She did not know. Nor did she speak of the night difficulty the beginning of a road had been attempted again. She sat in silence and waited — waited with a through the woods. Jim Dare's oxen bad dragged a

constantly quickening pulse - something, somebody, path through it only to see it half filled again with the coming to her! great drifts that scurried before the keening winds.

“ I snum! If thar ain't sleigh-bells !” exclaimed Avalanches of snow rushed with muffled thud from

Evelyn with a start," and what is the matter? your battlement to buttress of the Pinnacle. Snow high as

face is jest gray and your eyes big as saucers why the log-house itself walled it in. Through the hollow

what's to scare ye! "Tain't nothin' but sleigh-bells. squares that had been cut to admit it, the gray light Hi Sanderson with a party from the Corners, like as not. crept feebly and intermittingly into the tiny double

They don't feel no cold, all wrapt up in love and buff?sashed windows. The cold settled down silent, pitiless,

lo robes, I ken tell ye.” Evelyn seized the candle freezing, as long night crept after the short-lived day.

from the table and opening the front door held it out As the darkness deepened, Agnes peered through into the blackness. li threw one fitful fare across the the window toward the woods. « How thankful I am

snow, fluttered in the wind, and went out. that no one need go on that road to night !” she said. “ Pitch black, an' some un is comiu', sure as judg“ Thank God, we are all well,” looking with grateful ment. Jim, bring the lantern, quick!" screamed Evelyn. eyes over the little group. Nothing short of sickness

The bells struck keen and clear now against the unto death could take any one out such a night into

metallic air as the sleigh emerged from the woods. By such roads. Even you, Evelyn, must own that it would the time that Jim's lantern threw jis shifting bridge of be almost at the cost of life that any one would attempt light across the snow, two horses plunged through the the roads to-night.”

half broken path up to the door, and a man's voice Well, child, no one ain't a-goin' to 'tempt 'em.

through a fur muffler called from the driver's seat of a Still, I don't say as I hain't bin thro’ 'em nights jest as

covered stage sleigh : freezin'. An' I never friz nothin' more ’n my nose;

“ Evelyn Dare, here's a passenger fur you, and that swelled and blistered and busted at the end erery aʼmost dead, I reckon ! ” winter at the same time for years after, an' I'm alive

Hi Sanderson, is that you, a-drivin'?yit. Come, deary, don't be looking out the winder jest

“ Yes ; couldn't trust no one else with a sick woman for the sake of bein' lonesome. Go an' help Jim an’

more ’n I could with a sleighin' party. Come along, Baby with their candy-pull. If you'll jest stir the but

Jim. You'll hev to help kerry her in.” ternuts into their taffy, 't 'ill do 'em no end of good.” " In goodness' name, who hev you got !” and Evelyn Agnes did as she was bidden. By the kitchen table

rushed knee-deep into the snow to hold the lantern to Jim, with clean, buttered hands, was pulling with all his the sleigh door while Hi Sanderson and Jim bore from might a huge mass of congealed molasses, while Vida

it what seemed to be a lifeless burden, wrapped in bufwith rosy fingers was stirring the maple syrup bubbling falo robes. She preceded it to the house and once in a kettle on the stove. Into this, in due time, Agnes

inside she held the lautern before the death-white face cast the unctuous butternut kernels, and before she left

now visible between the furs. them the “ taffy” was cooling in the snow, and the

“ In the name of Almighty God who be you?" she great platter on the table was spread thick with the

cried with consternation. golden sticks of crisp, twisted candy, which was the de

“ Ethelinda Kane!” exclaimed Agnes in hollow light of Vida's eyes, as the butternut sweets in piltered

tone, as the face emerged from the robes and the two quantities was discomfiture to her stomach and tinder

men laid the motionless form upon the lounge. The to her temper.

dead-white face, the dead-white hair, could these be Agnes was interested in their “ candy-pull ” and

hers ! An old trick of the eyelids, the eyes the same

as of old, as they slowly opened, told Agnes who had 1 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by H. O. HOUGA. TON & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

As she saw she recoiled “ The evil angel of

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my life has reached me at last, even here,” she said in- you know who this lady' is, my darling?” she asked as wardly, and drew still further back.

her little daughter drew close to her side. “ It'll be all right, I reckon, another time," said Hi “ Yes, mamma; she is Auntie Linda.” Sanderson, glancing from Evelyn to Agnes. He had “ You remember her ? ” performed what he mentally estimated as "a very “ Yes, mamma." Vida did not add that she rememtough job” that night, and naturally did not want its bered also her Auntie Linda's last lesson was that Vida money value utterly ignored even in the consternation must love her better than she did her mamma. This which the new-comer had so visibly caused. Even recollection made the child's face harden as she gazed she understood what he meant, for she began to fumble now, for the one idol of her heart was her mother. But under her wrappings as if for her purse. This act perceiving the expression of her mother's eyes, she inbrought Agnes out of the past and into adjustment terpreted their meaning and obeyed it. Without a with the present.

word she stooped and kissed the convulsed face before “No, no," she exclaimed for the first time approach- her. Its painful tension relaxed as the little girl did ing Linda and laying her own hand upon the restless The bloom of the young cheek touched the wasted hand under the robe. “Please pay Mr. Sanderson one, and at the touch it seemed to smooth it into peace. now, Evelyn, and I will settle with you,” she said, as Linda opened her eyes, stretched forth her feeble arms she turned down the buffalo blanket and compelled her and held the child to her fluttering heart in a passioneyes to gaze upon the form within. As she gazed, ate embrace. resentment died. Was this woman the lithe Linda “ You are like him — like him," she sighed, “ as who, when she beheld her last, was so full of acute, he was once, when I slaved for him, and went hungry subtle life? If she was abnormally alert and danger- that he might eat. Oh, how beautiful he was ! I have ous then, she was vanquished now. Because she was come so far, so far to find you, and you are like him.” vanquished was she here ? Agnes did not pause to “ Like whom ?” asked the child, lifting her face. answer the questions which rushed tumultuously “Like your father, sweet one.” through her mind. Down went the past deeper and Again a shadow crossed the lucent eyes. She redeeper beneath the rising pity that now overspread membered her father's face as if it looked out upon her soul. Wrong, injury, cruelty, lay far back. The her from a distant dream. She knew it by the picture scathed hair, the sunken eyes, the pinched face, the which her mother cherished. Yet the thought of him hectic cheek, the short laborious breath were before was a mystery and a doubt. If she had a father, where her eyes, appealing to her helping hand and to her ten- was he? Why was her mother and she alone? And der heart.

wherefore had this dreadful Auntie Linda come to Before the sound of Hi Sanderson's retreating sleigh- make her think of such wretched things ? bells had died in the distance the freestones were heat. “ Your Auntie Livda loved you so much and took ing for Linda's feet. Warm woollen blankets were such care of you when you were a little baby, you will wrapped about Linda's attenuated body. Hot spiced nurse her and help to make her well again, won't you?” drinks, refreshing and gently stimulating, had stirred said her mother, seeing the shadow and seeking to her benumbed pulses and stolen through her chilled disperse it. surfaces in a grateful glow. Even the glassy eyes Yes, mamma, I will. I will help you as much as suffused into a mist of human softness. It was evi- ever I can; and” with a deprecating, downward dent that she was a very sick woman ; but no less glance — “ and Auntie Linda.” apparent that the almost insensible condition in which In another instant the child was glad in her heart she arrived was the result of her journey and the that she added the last name, as she beheld with terror extreme cold upon a body already depleted by sick- the distorted face and racked frame of the new-comer,

who was seized with a paroxysm of coughing. Agnes Agnes, holding Linda's hands between hers, was held Linda's head, and Vida ran at Evelyn's bidding trying by the gentlest friction to revive their dull for the restoratives that might bring present relief. circulation. Linda's eyes looked up to hers with the None availed. Nature persisted in its own torturing old repelling trick of their lifting eyebrows. It re- process of relief, and when it ended, Linda sank into called so much that Agnes involuntarily closed hers the sleep of prostration. Before she was buried in its while her soft hands rubbed on.

oblivion, she was borne by strong, gentle hands into “I thought I could say everything when I saw you," Agnes' room, and laid on Agves' bed. Vida slept upon whispertd Linda at last, “everything; and I can say the lounge in the outer room. Her mother kept watch nothing.”

within at the foot of the sleeper's bed, by the little “Better nothing,” said Agnes softly; then searing window where so many hours and days of her later life. these words sounded unkindly, she added, “ better noth- had been lived. Here the later creations of her brain ing till you are stronger."

and spirit had taken an outline and form. All, this I shall never be any stronger; but I am fast getting moment, were as if they had never been. With the warmer, thank you ;” and as she withdrew her eyes woman on the bed all the old suffering had come back. they encountered Vida’s gazing upon her from a corner She sat face to face with her past. Insect-stings, petty with the blaze of the lantern falling full upon her face. torture, injury, insult, that imbittered her heart, darkWhat was it in that young face with its fresh, bright ened her youth, destroyed her woman's life, did they tints which arrested and beld the sick woman's gaze till not live again at the sight of this woman! Wherefore she shook with a spasm of tears ? What, but its intangi- | had she come? Wherefore? ble likeness to the face of the man who had made her The spasmodic breath, the death-struck face, told existence, and for whose sake she had been ready to

wherefore. · She needs me,” said Agnes' heart softly destroy her soul ?

"needs me.

Where are they? Of all on earth “Don't !” said Agnes imploringly. Don't! I beg why should she come to me - to me, who have the of you. You will kill yourself. Vida, come here. Do least. What have I? What can I have that she



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