Garibaldi his Pension and his Wife.

Rome, May 7th. —General Garibaldi, as usual has been one of the heroes of the day, but the cause of his late notoriety has not been so happy or so creditable to the oid patriot's repu tation as his admirers wish. It is use less, however, to expect our heroes to be above not only meat and potatoes, but horses and carriages, and all that makes life comfortable. The temp ts tions of Mammon have toppled over many a high aspiration, and given an ignoble ending to many a noble career. A year or so ago the Minister Minghetti proposed to Parliament that a national gift should be offered to General Garibaldi, as an acknowledge ment of his patriotic services. Parlia ment, with promptitude and unanimity, voted 100,000 francas a year (§20,000) to Garibaldi, and the King sanctioned the vote by his royal seal. It was galcmtuomo all around. The General coquetted with this donation. Up to this spring it was not known whether or not it had been accepted. One thing was sure —he wanted and needed the money, but was afraid of ' speech of people.' The Government al lowed the old patriot to 'take his own sweet way.' Wise Italians! There is not a nation living that has had a better chance of learning this one sage lesson of experience—time sooner or later smooths clown or takes away apparently immovable impedients. Patience, after all, is true genius. This spring, when the Ministry of the Destra, or Bight, resigned, and _ a Ministry of the Left—Garibaldi's friends —went into power, the adroit patriot seized the occasion to avail himself of the golden fleece conquered for him by the Jason Minghette. One fine morning all the journals published one of Garibaldi's inevitable letters. It was- addressed to the President of the new Ministerial Council, Depretis, and this was its substance : ' Now that the King, Victor Emmanuel, has newly and solemnly reconfirmed his faith in the constitutional statue by changing his counsellors, in obedience to the vote of Parliament, and shown his confidence in my friends by placing in their hands the Government of the State, my repugnance to the acceptance of the national donation ceases.' Then followed a sort of excuse, in addition to this Dogberry reasoning, which was that the possession of this money would enable him to benefit Rome by contributing largely to the Tiber works. The letter closed with an expression of thanks to all Italy and the King. Of course the journals of the destra, or right, oponed fire. A correspondentoftheZii«V« propounded a cunning and difficult problem to solve —namely, ' If the ministry of the left should go out of power and a ministry of the right go in, would Gari baldi give back the national dona tion, on the logical ground that ac cording to his political views, Victor Emmanuel, by having the destra, or right in power, would be otherwise than faithful to the statute ?' No reply was made to this question ; and after a few fireworks, or rather squibs, the subject was dropped by the journ als of the destra. The impression left, however, was not an agreeable one Setting aside all considerations of deli cate feelings and high honor, it could not bo' denied that Garibaldi had shown himself most ungracious to the source from which- bis donation came, the Ministry of the Right. A Ministry of the Left, his own friends, would never have proposed such a donation ; for, if republics are ungrateful, so are collected patriots. Even Garibaldi's most enthusiastic admirers wish he had taken the donation quietly —if it had to be taken—without explanation or excuse.

' Qui s''excuse, s'accuse ' is a very true proverb. The mysterious marriage of Garibaldi with the Marchese Guisepp inaßaimondo has lately been recalled to public memory. This lady former ly lived at Como,'but for some time has resided at Milan. Many years ago General Garibaldi married the Mar chese Baimondo. To the surprise of everyone tkey parted immediately after the ceremony, and never met again. No reason was given; whatever was the cause, it was known only to them selves. Since that time the General has lived with a peasent woman of Caprera, by whom he has had two chil dren ; this woman is called tfignora Garibaldi by some persons. The Mar chese Raimondo has lived a quiet re tired life during all these long years. Four or five years ago I saw her aboard the royal steamer at a regatta on Lake Oomo j she was treated with respect,

and the Princess Marguer 'ked with her. Lately the Marc .ai mondo has had a succession o. ies. One of her troubles is the state of mind and health of her father, the old Mar cheseG-eorgio. Thro ugh great age he has become too feeble to direct the family estate and affairs. This duty must be assumed by his daughter ; but, as a married woman, she must have per mission from her husband in order to perform it legally. She has had the courage to ask Garibaldi's consent. The General's reply was an instant de mand upon the law to annul their marriage, and leave the Marchese a free woman. The celebrated Italian lawyer, Maricini, was the General's counsel. As this great advocate is now in the Ministry he cannot practice his profession. —'Boston advertiser.'

Opinions of Smoking.

Va:n- Helmoxt, travelling in desert places, avers that tobacco protected him for long periods against hunger or fatigue, and he declares that he could make immense journeys on foot with no other sustenance. Dr. Stephenson, an American physician, observed that tobacco may be almost counted on as a specific in certain forms of inflammatory erysipelas. He covers the inflamed surface with wet tobacco leaves, and keeps them there till nausea supervenes. A member of the College of Medicine at Stockholm avers that the dried leaves of the potato plant would answer the same purpose, and that far better smoking ingredients may bo made from them than from the coarser kinds of tobacco in common use. Much of the tobacco sold at Hamburg and Bremen is mixed with potato leaves. The tobacco which, comes from Maryland is the only sort which can bo smoked in short pipes without danger to the muscous membrane of the mouth. It miugles imperceptibly with the potato leaf, and the adulteration can hardly bo detected. A learned man declares that we are grievously in error who talk of 'meerschaum' pipes; we should say 'Kummer" pipes, and commemorate perpetually our obligations to the discoverer of a compound which has nothing to do with the sea nor with its foam. Anselm, who has written a profound work on pipes, instructs man kind that they should be of the simplest forms, so as to bo easily cleaned, and that there should never be any wood, metal, caoutchouc, or horn, connected with them. Kummer pipes may be discreetly cleansed by pouring streams of boiling coffee through them. It is a wise courso to bake clay pipes in a hot oven—after the dinner has been taken out of it. Pipes have had names, like swords —names born of love or glory ; and ono is known to history as ' Anastasia/ another as 'Paradise' The first belonged to a poet, the other to Outer Pasha, who had a name to conjure with among the Turks. Tobacco is believed to have dostroyed the art of con versation ; but perhaps it has only improved it. Smoking does not render talk impossible, or even difficult; but it condenses it, and make* it sententious. Tobacco con denses along-winded discourse into an epigram. It is at the bottom of the difference between the Welshman's prayer and that of Mawworm. ' Good night sir,' he remarked to his patron saint, ' few words are best ;' whereas Mawworm has never done with words, and would let his pipo out in more ways than ono, while that.'sf the more ancient and acute Briton would keep alight. The smoker wants no other furniture than some German tinder. If he be gins to burden himself with amber mouthpieces, clips, and pincers, he ceases to be a man, and becomes a cup board. Directly the first ash falls off it, the flavour is impaired, and the smoke becomes hot, acrid and unwhol some. Smoking, which lias greatly in creased in recent years, is, at all events, much better than taking snuff, which disgraced the very waistcoats of our forefathers. ' Had our noses ' mused a philosopher, 'been intended for dust holes ' they would have been turned the other way.' Possibly. Audit is by no means clear to logical intellects that our mouths were meant for chim neys, or they might with more fitness have been opened at the top of our heads, and every man might have served as a barometer to his neighbour, who could have foreseen the state of the werther by noting whether his neighbour was blinded by his own smoke or otherwise. Youth and love dc part from us. Tobacco remains, and perhaps it consoles us. It is the only formof happines which js left to some whom the world has treated unkindly. 'Je te laisse am femme et me pipe; je

te recommande bien mi pipe,' were the last words of Gavarni's vagabond. The dying good-for-nothing was not ungrateful. No man ever laughed in smoking; we are rather grave with glad thoughts over our tobacco, and the moralizing, or demoralizing weed seems silently to convey to us the great truth of life, with which we do well to grow familiar. 'Tv qouque in pulverem reveteris.' .. That is, all of us but the odour of good deeds.

Cuttle-Fishes.

To a small volume recently published by Mr. Henry Lee, naturalist, of the Brighton Aquarium, England, we are indebted for a great deal of curiou3 information in regard to that branch of the mollusk family known as the Cephalopoda, or ' head-footed.' Stories of the giant clamaries that exist among the wonders of the deep have come _ down to us through ancient Scandinavian tradition, and the classic authors of Greece and Rome relate wondrous narratives of sea monsters—tales which had apparently gathered and accumulated marvels by transmission from generation to generation by word of mouth before they were crystallized into enduring shape on parchment. Eric Pontoppidan, Bishop of Bergen, was the collector of many remarkable legends relating to tUe ' great beasts' that live in ' the great wide sea.' Paullinus, naturalist of Eisenach, describes a monstrous animal which occasionally rose from the sea between Lapland and Einmark, and was of such extraordinary demensions that a regiment of soldiers might manoouver on its back ; and Denys de Montford depicts a tremendous cuttle-fish which onco threw its enormous arms over a three-masted vessel, tearing, down the yards, snapping off the masts, and proceeding to drag the ship down to the bottom, which catastrophe was only averted by the prompt action of the crew in cutting off the limbs of the monster with cutlasses and hatchets.

Ihese stories of colossal cuttlefishes, according to Mr. Lee, though undoubtedly gross exaggerations, are nevertheless founded on fact. They are based on the rare occurrence of specimens—smaller certainly, but still enormous, of some known speciss. Through gtudy and observation of the rate of increase in size among young cuttle-fishes, naturalists have arrived at the conclusion that not only do they live many years, but they continue to grow until the end of their lives. That some of them, therefore, should attain to considerable size is hardly surprising. In confirmation of this opinion, there is on exhibition at the British Museum, preserved in spirits, the^ single arm of a huge cephalopod, which, judged by the proportions of known examples, must have been severed from the body of a monster at least 48 feet long. Here, then, wo have a cuttle-fish which must have onco possessed sufficient power to upset a boat, or to drag an unsuspecting sailor from a ships's side, crushing and tearing him in pieces with his snaky arras and horrible beak. In 1874 a calamary was captured in Conception Bay measuring 30 feet in length, and in April of 1875 another specimen, not quite as large, was discovered off Baffin Island, Connemara. These facts, together with other well attested statements on the part of sailors, i seem to establish the existence of cuttle fishes of great size and strength, and give a show of probability to the least exaggerated of the ancient stories. The common cuttle-fish, or pigmy rela tive of the great sea-monsters, though less marvellous, is a curious little creature, and interesting to the student of natural his tory. Flabby and clammy in death, it is nevertheless a lovely object when alive. Poised near the surface of the water, like a hawk in the air, it moves gently about by graceful undulations of its lateral fins, and exquisite play of color occasionally faking place over its beautiful barred and mottled back. When tranquil, its eight pedal arms are usually brought close to gether, and drop in front of its head, like the trunk of an elephant shortened. Only when some fish comes in its way is its facility of rapid motion displayed. Then, qnickly as akin," fisher darts on a min now, it pounces upon its prey. The name of the cuttle-fish, said to be derived from the Saxon cudole, signifying to withdraw or hide, from whence we also get our pet word cuddle, signifies the nature of its fatal embrace. The unfortunate victim is crushed and smothered in the soft hold, and the cuttle-fish retires to a recess in j the rocks, tearing its prey to pieces with j its horny beak, and rendering it into the minutest threads with its jagged tongue. After a hearty meal it will sometimes rest for hours on the bottom, looking very much like a sleepy tortoise. So voracious are these little creatures that in some regions fisher men regard them as rivals. They devour the fishes, or mangle them so that they are unsalable. On the other hand, the cuttle-fish does good service among the cod-fisheries of Newfoundland. The cod-fish looks npon him as a pecu liar delicacy, and according to the calcula te m of Mr. W. E. Cormack, a merchant of Newfoundland, more than one hun dred millions of cod are caught annually with, outtlo-fish as bait. Thus the cut tle flays a not unimportar.t part in one of the great industries of northern Europe.

Although the cuttle-fish has the power to swim in a forward direction by the use of its side fins, its usual mode of progres sion is to dart backward by forcibly

ejecting a stream of water from the funnel like tube with which it is provided. The force with which the water is expelled is very great, and the cuttle, when startled, generally makes use of his squirting ability for the annoyance of the enemy. The story is told of Tom Hood, who on a fishing excursion captured one of these little creatures. Unaware of its peculiar characteristics, he hastened to lay hold of it. Receiving a small torrent of water full in his face, he remarked that he 'didn't exactly know what he had got on his line, but thought he had hooked a young garden engine.' A remarkable organ with which the cuttle is provided is a sac, popularly called the 'ink-bag,' in which is stored a black secretion, which it is able to employ at will as a protection against its enemies. There is a communication between this ink-bag and the funnel or locomotor tube, so that the black fluid can be ejected in the same rapid, rocket-like manner. There is, also, little doubt that the creatures intentionally take aim, and that they do it with the same accuracy and precision as the archer-fish, which, by the ejection of a drop of water from its mouth, brings down a fly from a branch or leaf three or four feet above the water. The Rev. J. G. Wood mentions an incident of a naval officer's white duck trowsers being assaulted by the liquid missile of a cuttle, the aggrieved individual asserting that it took deliberate aim for that purpose. The following story, told by an old fisherman in the presence of his mates, also illustrates the malignity with whicll the cuttle will sometimes avenge his wrongs : 'We was out fishin' one quiet night, and had just got our trawl awash, and was a-goin' to hand it inboard, when Bill, here, all of a sudden lets go his holt, roars out like a stuck pig, ' Oh,! what the—is that ?' and tumbles baok'ard into an empty fish basket. We hadn't no time to 'tend to him till we'd got our haul oa deck, but I guessed what was up; and when we looked round we pretty near split our sides with laughin'. There was Bill, a-leanin' back agin the skiff wipin' his eyes to get some muck out of 'em, as he said made 'em smart, and his face for all the world as if Davy Jones had emptied the tar pot on his head, and lookin' as doleful as a little boy as has upset the inkstand over his hand, and smeared his face with it in rubbin the tears awa while he was a-crying' for fear the maßter 'd lick him. Well, it were one o' them scuttles a we're talkin' about as we'd, brought up, and they can shoot straight and no mistake. It's my opinion as Mr. Scuttle sighted Bill's nose as soon as he came atop of the water, and aimed right at it; for you can see as Bill's nose looms as red as Beachy Head light in a fog, and any scuttle as misses it must be a fool. ' Bill won't forget that dose of ink for a good while yet—will'eo, old man?'

Bill was very good-natured, and joined heartily iii tac Uu^h elicited by the anecdote.

Offenbach's Opinion of America.

The following letter from Offenbach is taken from the Paris Figaro ■.

New York, May 9th. —My Dear Friend: Here lam at last in New York, after a frightful passage. For three days and four nights we were tossed, tumbled, and knocked about ; the waves swept clean over the ship. The captain, a charming man, cool, too, and energetic, let me tell you, tryed. to keep up my courage. 'It is splendid !' he said to me. ' You should just see the ship dash right into the waves, only to come out magnificently a minute after ward !' *My dear captain,' I answered, 'to see a tempest at a distance must be frightfully interesting, but I must say that to play a part in the piece as one of the actors has, to my mind, but precious little fun in it.'

Let me give you a characteristic trait of a young American girl who was on board with her sister. At the very worst of the storm, when people were quietly saying their prayers and come mending their souls to God (I wasn't the last 1. asure you,)the little American girl said to her sister ; ' Sister, you really ought to try and get down and fotch me my pretty little hat; I want to die in all my fine things !'

' Shall we bring up your gloves too?' quietly rejoined the youngster.

About two miles from New York they stopped at quarantine. As we were expected the evening before, they had organized an excursion to meet me; the vessel, decorated with Venitian lanterns, had on board newspaper men, sightseers, a military band of 00 to SO pieces, aud they waited for me at Sandy Hook, but as we did not come the vessel put further out to sea, still hoping to meet us. They were jolly ; they sang, laughed, played our prettiest airs; but as they got out sea sickness overcame them, and the musiciins were not the last to feel its effect, which produced the same effect as that in Haydn's comic symphony, where the musicians disappear one after another and put out the lights as they go, only that ours had not to put out the lights, and, instead of giving forth sounds,

they one after another turned—their insides into the sea. * * *

We were soon hailed by a craft having on board the chief reporters of the New York pres-s. You will under stand that I took all the pains in the world not to make quite a fool of myself and I assure you that upon our arrival at New York, two hours afterward, we were already very good friends.

At night, on returning from tie theatre ( for on the first day I went to two theatres,) I saw a crowd assem. bled in front of my hotel, electric lights everywhere, so that you would have imagined yourself in broad daylight, A.bove the balcony of the hotel was an inscription in big letters: ' Welcome Offenbach.' An orchestra of about 60 musicians were serenading me; they played ' Orphee,' 'The Grande Duct esse.' I dare not tell you of all the cheering, the shouts of 'Hurrah fop Offenbach!' I was forced to appear on the balcony, just like Gambetta, and I shouted out a tremendous 'Thank you, gentlemen!'

On Saturday J was invited to a din ner given in my honor by the Lotm Club, one of the first Clubs here—lit erary men, artists, merchants, bankers, many newspaper men of all shades of opinion. 1 send you the menu of the

dinner,

I knew (heavens, what a number of toasts I replied to! ) that for a long time I had been liked by the Americans as a composer, and I hoped that when I should have the honor of being knowi • to them I should also be liked by them as a man. 'I propose,' said I, 'the United States, but not the United States puerly and simply, inasmuch as the arts, like nations, are brothers. I propose the States united to Europe.' That is about what I said, and it was cheered to the echo.

Yesterday (Monday) I was invited to the Press Club, nothing but news paper men, charming fellows, witty all • the majority speak ing French very well, . .

several of them having lived in France for greater or less periods.

Speeches about me, to wbichl replied as well as I could.

On Monday next I begin my con certs at Gilmore's garden. It is an artificial garden, something after the style of the .Tardin d'Hiver that we used to have in Paris; it will hold from 10,000 to 12,000 persons. I am sure that everything I have written to you in this will interest you, for it concerns me, and I know your lifelong friend ship for me. Adieu, my dear friend; I squeeze your hand a huudred times, Yours etc, Jacques Offenbach, i

The New Bustle.

Doss it not seem fully apparent to you, '• that the chief aim of our fashonable inventors is to perfect a rare combina tion of discomfort and discord in female wardrobe? They seem to think women are a lot of silly fools, who are bound to wear anything, no matter how ridiculous it makes them appear, so it is fashionable. We do not claim they are very far from the truth. The latest styles of dress, to say the least, are abominable. The more wrinkled, and looped, and hitched, bent, doubled, twisted, puckered, con torted, curtailed and retailed, convex and concave a woman's dress can pos sibly be made, the more stylish and fashonable she is, and her value and position in society augmented in the, same ratio.

The new bustle perfects and com bines this idea of general disorder and & scomfort; it might as well be worn on the head, for being concealed from view by its intended position, it is» positive impossibility and a failure i§ that respect.

The ungraceful movements it gives j to the skirts and walking gait is one of its faults. No one can sit down in one of them easily, or comfortably, neither can it be worn long at a time without positive weariness and injury to health. It is the most abominable invention of the age ; if any man doubts it, let him put one on and try it, and par ticularly let him try to sit down with it on.

Again, the idea of all bustles is in< ; delicate, and this monstrosity doubly so, and a positive nuisance in every j way. A lady is a subject of ridicule with one on, and an object of remark I if seen on the streets without it, so in/ either case it is an abomination. B might be serviceable in a family as a pigeon-coop, but it is out of place on a lady. There are two styles of this most ingenious monster bustle. One is very long, reaching nearly to the floor; in other words, it is a bustle of the wholesale order, the very super

Evening Sgupplemeyit, O, 1876«