The Judas Iscariol.

" She formerly showed tho name Flying Sprite on her starn moldin'," said Captain Trumbull Cram, "but I had thet gouged out and planed off, and Judas Iscariot in gilt sot thar instid." "That was an extraordinary name,"said

, "'Strornary craft," replied the captain, as be absorbed another inch and a half of nipgerhoad. " I'm neither a profane man or au irrevorend; but shk ray jig it I don't believe the sperrit of Judas possessed thet schooner. Hey, Ammi?'' ' Tho young man addressed as Ammi was seated upon a mackorel barrel. He de liberately removed from bis lips a black brienvood, and shook his head with great gravity. "Thecap'n," said Ammi, "la neither a profane or au irrevcrend. What he says lie mostly knows; but when he sinks his jig he's allers to bo depouded on." Fortified with this neighbourly estimate of character, Captain Cram proceeded: " You larf at tho idee of a schooner's soui? Perhaps you hava sailed 'em odd forty year_ up and down this here coast, au' 'qiiaiuted yourself with their dispositions au' In »its ot mind. Hey, Ammi?" " The cap'n," explained the gentleman on the mackerel keg, " hez coasted an' hez fished for forty-six year. He's lumbered and ho's lend. When tho cap!n sees fit to talk about schooners ho understands tho subjeck," "My friend," said the captain, "a schooner has a soul like a human being, but considerably broader ot beam, whether for good or for evil. 1 ain't Tl goin' to deny diet I prayed for the Judas in Tuesday n Thursday eveniu' meetin', week arter week an' month arter month, j ain't a goin' to deny that I interested Deacon Plyrapton in the 'rastle for her ledemptiau. It was no use, my friend; even the deacon's powerful p'titinns were clear waste." I ventured to inquire iv what manner this vessel had manifested its depravity. Tho narrative which I hcurd was the story of a demon of treachery with three masts ' and n jib-boom. Tim Flying Sprito was the first three master ever built at Newaggen, and tho " last. People shook their heads over the experiment. "JNogood can come of aech ' a critter," they said, "it's contrairy to natur, Two masts is masts enough." The Flying Sprite begau its career of base improbity at the very moment of its birth. Instead of launching decently into the element for which it was designed, the three-masted schooner . lumped,through the way., into the mud and stuck there for three weens, causing great expense to tho owners, of whom Captain Trumbull Cram was one to the extent of an undivided third. Tho oracles of Newaggen were con firmed in their foiobodinga. " Two masts is masts enough to sail the sea," they said ; "the third is the devil's hitchin' post," On the first voyage of the Flying Sprite, Captain Cram started her for Philadelphia, ,' loaded with ice bolonging to himself and lawyer JSwnuton; cargo uninsured. Ice was worth six dollars a ton in Philadelphia; this particular ice had cost Captain Cram , O'd uiwyerSwanton eighty-five cents a ton shipped, including sawdust. They were happy over tho prospect. The Flying Sprite cleared tho port in beantiful shape, .and then suddenly and silently went to the ''bottom in Fiddler's JKeach, in eleven feet of salt water. It required only six days to float her and pump her out, but owing to a '' certain incompatibility between ice and salt water, the salvage consisted exclusively 'of sawdust, Un her noxt trip the schooner carried a . deck load of lumber from the St. Croix ' river, it was in some sense a. consecrated . cargo, for the lumber was intended for a new Baptist meeting-houso in Southern New Jersey. If the prayerful hopes of the navigators, combined with the prayerful ex pecutinns of the consignees had availed, this voyage, at least, would have been sac cescfully made. But about 60 miles south east of Nautucket the Flying Sprito en . countered a mild September gale, (.he ought to have weathered it with perfect ease, but she behaved so abominably that ' the',church timber was scattered over the surface of the Atlantic Ocean from about latitude 45 deg. 15 mm. to about latitude 43 deg. 50 mm. A month or two later the contrived to go on her beam ends under a gentle land breeze, dumping a lot of expen sively carved granite from the Fox Island quarries into a deep hole in Long Inland Sound. .V^On the very next trip she turned deliberately out of her course in order to smash'into'the starboard bow of a Nor . wegian big, and was consequently libelled for heavy dumagea. It was after a few experiences of this sort that Captain Cram erased the old name from the schooner's stern and from her quarter, and substituted that ol: "Judas Iscariot." He could discover no designa: -tion that expressed so well his con temptuous opinion of her moral qualities. She seemed animate with the spirit of pun poselesa malice, of malignant perfidy. She ' Was a floating tub of cussedncss. A Board of nautical experts eat upon the Judas Iscariot, but could find nothing the ■ matter with her physically. The lines on ;BS?hpll were all right, she was properly 'planked aud ceiled and caulked, her spars were of good Oregon pine, she was rigged taut and trustworthy, and her canvas had beeu cut and stitched by a God-fearing sail maker. According to all theory, she ou»ht to have been perfectly responsible as' -to. her keel. Jn practice, she was fright ifully cranky. Sailing the Judas Iscariot was like driving a horse with more vices Ithan: hairs in his tail. She always did the ■unexpected thing, except wheu bad be haviour was expected of her on general pi: in ciples. If the idea wos to luff, sne Would in variably fall off; if to jibe, she would cornel round dead in the- wind, arid hang there; •like.Mahomet's coffin. Sending a man to' -haulthe jib sheet to windward was send ing a man on a forlorn hope; the jib habitually plckod up the venturesome; navigator, and after shakirighim viciouslyl in the air for a second or two, tossed him overboard. A boom never crossed the deck without breaking somebody's head. Start on whatever course alio might, the schooner was bound to ran before long into one of these threef things,' namely, some other Vessel, a fog bank, or the bottom,: From the day ori which she was launched her scent for a good, sticky mud bottom'was'unerring. In the clearest weather, fog followed arid enveloped her as misfortune follows wickedness. Her presence--on the" Banks was enough, to drive every codfish to the coast of Ireland. The mackerel and porgies wero always where the Jadas Iscariot was not. It waa impossible' to''circumvent the schooner's fixedpurpo.es to ruin everybody who char^ tore'd her." If chartered to carry a deck load, she spilled it; if loaded between decks, she-dived and spoiled the cargo. She was like one of tho trick males which, if they canuot otherwise dislodge the rider,; get down and rod over and Over. In short,, the Judas Iscariot was known frem Marblehead to the Bay of Chalour as the consummate achooneration of malevolence, turpitude ana treachery. After commanding the "Judas Iscatiot " for five or six year?, Captain Cram looked fully twenty years older. It was iv vain that he had attempted to sell her at a sacrifice. No man on the "coast of Maine, Massachusetts, or. the British Provinces would have taken "the schooner as a gift. The belief in her.demoniac possession was as firm as it was universal. * . Nearly at the end of a season, when,the wretched craft had been even more un profitable than usual, a conference of the owners 1 Was held jin tho' Congregational vestry one evening after the monthly mis sionary meeting. No outsider knews exactly what happened,1 but it is rumoured that in the two hours during which these capitalist* were closeted, certain arith metical computatioha were effected which led to significant results arid to a singular decision. , , ... ; , .. I On'the foretiriob of the next Friday there was a general suspension of business at Newaggen. The Judas Iscariot, with her deck scoured and her spars, scraped till they shone in the'.un liKe yellow amber, lay at the, wharf by Captain Cram's hsh houso. Since Monday the captain and his three boys and Andrew Jackson's son Tobias from Mackerel Cove had been busy loadinK the schooner deep. This time her cargo was an extraordinary one, It consisted of nearly a quarter of a mile of stone wall from the boundaries of the cap tain's shore pasture. "I calklet," remarked tho.cdmmander of the Judas Iscariot, as he saw the last boulder disappearing down the main hatch, " thar's ni«h two hnndud'n fifty ton of stone fence aboard that schooner," Conjecture was wasted over this un necessary amount of ballast. The owners of tbe Judos Iscariot stood up well under the consolidated wit of tha village; they returned witticism for witticism, and kept their secre4 "' Ef you must know, I'll tell ye," said the captain. "I hear thar's a stonewall famine over Macbias way. lm goih' to take mine over'n peddle it out' :by: the yard." On 'this fine, jinn.

«hiuy t'riday morning, while the luck less schooner lay on one side of the wharf, looking as bright and firm and prosperous as if sh'i were the i est-paying maritime in vestment in the world, the tug Pug of Port land lay under the other side, with steam up. She bad come down the night before in response to a tolegruni from the owners of the Judas Iscariot, A good land breeze was blowing, with the promise of freshening as the day grew older. At Jhilf past 7 o'clock the schooner put off from the landing, carrying not only the captain's pasture wall, but also a large number of his neighbours and friends, in cluding somo of the solidest ciitzens of Newaggen. Curiosity was stronger than fear. "You know what the critter air," the captain had said, in reply to numerous applications for passage, "Ef you're a mind to resk her antics, come along an' welcome." Captain Cram put on a white shirt and a holiday suit for tho occasion. As he stood [at the wheel shouting direc tions to his boys and Andrew Jacksou'sson Tobias at tbe halyards, his guests gathered around him—a fair representation of the respectability, the business enterprise and the piety ot Newaggen harbour. Never had the Judas Iscariot carried such a load. She seemed suddenly struck with a sense of decency and responsibility, for sho came around into the wind without balking, dived her nose playfully into the brine, and stripped off on tho short hitch to clear Tumbler Island, nil in the properest fashion. The Png steamed after her.

The crowd on the wharf and the boys in the small boats cheered this unexpectedly orthodox behaviour, and they now saw for the first time that Captain Cram had painted on the side of the vessel in con spicuous white letters, each three or four feet long, the following legend :—

THISISTIIE SCHOONER JUDAS ISCARIOT. N.B.— Give her a wide berth !

Hour after hour the schooner bounded j a'ong before the northwest wind, holdintr to : ber course as straight as an arrow. The weather continued fine. Every time the captain threw the log he looked more pro plexed. Eight, nine, nine and a half knots ! lie shook his head as he whispered to Deacon Plympton : " She's meditatin' mis chief o' some natur or other." But the Judas led tho Pug a wonderful cha.o, aud by half-past 2 ia the afternoon, before the demijabn which Andrew Jackson's sou Tobias had smuggled ou board waa three quarters empty, und before Lawyer Swan ton had more than three-quartets finished his celebrated story about Governor Puring ton's cork leg, the schooner and the tug were between fifty and sixty miles from land.

Suddenly Captain Cram gavo a grunt of intelligence. He pointed ahead, whero a blue line just above the horizon marked a distant fog bank. "She smelt it an' she run for it," ho remarked, sententiously. "Time for business."

Then ensued a singular ceremony, First Captain Cram brought the scbosner to, and transferred all his passengers to the tug, The wind had shifted to tho southeast, and the fog was rapidly approaching. The saila of the Judas Iscariot flapped as she lay head to the wind; her bows rose and fell centlv under the influence of the long swell. The Pug bobbed up and down halt a hawser's le.is.tu away. Having put his quests and crew aboard the tug. Captain Cram proceeded to make everything ship-shape on tho decks of the schooner. Ho neatly colled a loose end of rope that had been left in a snarl. He oven picked up and threw overboard tho stopper of Andrew's son Tobias's demijohn. His face wore an unusual expression of solemnity. The people on the tug watched nis movements eagerly, but silently. Next he tied one end of a shoi trope to the wheel, and attached the other end loosely by means of a running bowline to a cleat upon the rail. Then he Was seen to take up an axe, and to disappear down the compauinn way. Thse on the tug distinctly heard several crashing blows. In a moment the captain reappeared on deck, walked deliberately to the wheel, bi ought the schooner around so that her sails filled, pulled the running bowline taut, and fa-tened the rope with several half hitchea around the cleat, and thus lashing the helm, jumped into a dory, and sculled over to the tug.

Left entirely to herself, the schooner rolled once er twice, tossed a few bucket fuls of water over her dancincr bows, and started off toward the South Atlantic. But Captain Trumbull Cram, standing in tho bow of the tugboat, raised hia baud to com mand silence and pronounced the following farewell speech, being sentenoe, death warrant and funeral oration, all in one : "I ain't advancin' no theory to 'count for her cussedness. You all know the Judas Mebbe thar was too much fore an'aff to her. Mebbe the inickerty of a vessel 's in the fore an aff, and the vartue in tho sqnar' riggm'. Mebbe two maata was matta enough. Let that go; bygones is bygones. Yonder she goes, carry, ing all sail on top, two hundred 'n odd ton o' stone fence In her holt, an' a hole good two foot acrost stove in her belly. The way of the transgressor ia bard. Don't you see her settliu' ? It should be _ lesson, my friends, for us to profit by ; [there's an end to tbe long-sufferin'est meicy, and unless Oh, yer niakin* straight for the fog, are ye ? Well, it's your last fog bank The bottom of tho sea 'a tha fust port you'll tetch, you critter,; yon I Git, and be to ye I" This, the only occasion on which Captaiu Cram was ever known to say such _ word, was afterward considered by a committee of discipline of the Congregational Church at Newaggen ; and the committee, alter pon dering all the. circumstances nnder which the word was uttered, voted uuanimou.ly tp takd no action. * \ > " '»•

Meanwhile, the fog had shut in arouad the tug, and the Judas Iscatiot was lost to: view. The tug was put about and headed for home. The damp wind chilled every body through and through. Little waa said. The eonteuts of the demijohn had long boen exhausted. From a distance te the south waa heard at intervals the hoarse whistling of an ocean steamer. ■ "Ihope that feller'a well underwrit," said the captain, grimly, "for the Judas '11 never go down afore she's sarched him out'n Sunk him." '.-,

■' And was the abandoned schooner ever heard of 1" I asked, when my informant had reached this point in the narrative. The Captain took me by the am; and led me out of the grocery store down to the rocks. Across the mouth of the small cove back of his bouse, blocking the entrance to his wharf and fishhouse, was stretched a skeleton wreck.

" Thar she lays," he said, pointing to the blackened ribs. " That's the Judas, Did yer suppose she'd sink in deep water, where she could do no more damage ? No, air, not if all the rocks on the coast of Maine was piled onto her, and her hull bottom knricked clean out. She come home to rooat. She come sixty mile in the teeth of the wind. When the tug got back next mornin' thar lay the Judas Iscariot acrost m y cove with her jibboom stuck through my kitchen winder. I say schooners has bouls."—"New York Sun."

The Heaviest Man in the World.

His Flirtations.

UNTIL very lately Mr David Dvarro, of Pittsburg, surnamed tho " fat boy," was reputed to be the heaviest human being alive. When last exhibited by the enter prising proprietor of Jumbo, to whose famous coUection of curiosities he belonged for some years, he turned the seale_ at fifty three stone eight pounds. About six months ago a Pittsburg maiden fell in love with him, and ho returned her passion with ardour. They agreed to be wed; but their hopes were destined to be blighted by the stern veto of their respective parents, who (ruth lessly forbade the match. The story of their unhappy loves got into the local paper*, some of which commented upon the amatory propensities of tho Fat Boy in a derisive strain.? Dvawo took these journa listic quips and gibes so seriously to heart that he withdrew from his public engage ments, and secluded himself in great mea sure from tho society of his unsympathetic fellow creatures. Whilst he was nursing his resentment against mankind in this misanthropical manner he fell ill. His alarmed parents, to whom he had been for some years an abundant source of income, called in the leading physicians of Pittsburg, but in vain. Weary of life, the Fat Boy exhibited no recuperative force, and suc cumbed to his malady on the third day from the date of its incep tion. America, no longer able to boast possession of the " biggest thing inhuman obeuty, mourns bis loss; and those who inflexibly stood between him and the fulfilment of his hearts desire have learnt, too late, to profit by the lessen that mere corpulence will not shield a sus ceptible heart against the poisoned darts of Eros. ',',

Quaint Yankee Patents and their Inventors.

Easy Way to Make a Fortune Some of the applications made for patents, says an American paper, are very amusing, but however funny the idea if it is only original with tho^applicant, the patent can be secured. The rights of the American inventor are sacred, and no Commissioner of Patents dares infringe on them. It will be sad news to many a prudent housewife to learn that every time she pricks a hole in an egg with a pin she is violating the patent of an American inventor, but such is the case. Years ago an inventive genius devoted himself to discovering a method to prevent egijs from cracking during the process of boiling. He solved the problem by pricking n pin-hole in one end of the egg, through which the air in the shell was allowed to escape, and this pin-hole he duly patented according to the law. Precisely how he manages to collect his royalty is a mystery, but the fact remains that ho has a legal claim for royalty on every pin-hole made in an egg before boiling. An appli cation has recently been made through Munn& Co., for the patent of a machine to prevent young orphan chickens from being lonely. This is an invention which should, and probably will commend itself to Mr Borgh. The inventor claims that hun dreds of chickens batched out in the nrtifi cial incubators become lonely because they miss the " cluck ! cluck !" of tbe mother hen, which is the lullaby of all well-regu lated chickens hatched in the natural way, and many are killed by this loneliness. lie has ananged a system of clock-work which produces a noise somewhat similar to that of the hen, which be proposes to attach to the incubator, and on this machine the patent is asked. A patent has issued ova clog for fowls, designed to prevent them from scratching in gardens. It consists of a wire in the shape of a hairpin, sharp at the points. This is attached to the feet of the fowl in such a way that when it at tempts to scratch the points enter the ground and prevent the claws from reaching it, Hens have ever been the subject ot much patient thought on the part of in ventors. A nest designed to deceive them in to laying more than tho one egg daily which every respectable bird contributes to the fanner's larder has been dovised.aud paten ted. It has a false bottom, through which the egg drops as soon as laid, and the pa tient hen, feeling that she has failed in her duty, proceeds to lay another aud another until licr treasury becomes exhausted or sho discovers the deception. A beehive has been patented, the doors of which are attached to the hen-roost in such a manner that when the fowls go to roost thoy close tho hive and thus secure tho inmates against the ravages of the bee moth, and at day light, when the hens leave the roost, the livo doors are opened and tho bees set at liberty. Even tlio faithful horse has been made tho subject of optical delusion by the inventors. A patent has beeu secured for what is known as a horse fence. It con sists simply of a wire frame placed over the head of the horse so that when h» approa ches a fence with the laudable desire of lumping it he sees tne wires above his head, mistakes them for part of the fence, aud concludes that it is too high for him to leap. Of the patent articles which have made their owners independent, some of the most valuable are thoso which any schoolboy might presumably have invented, only no schoolboy did so, and the man who did is now reaping the reward ot his foresight. Duriug th<! summer mouths a favourite toy is what is known as the " return ball,' It consists simply of nil ordinary rubber bull, to which is attached a long piece of elastic! The end of the elastic is held in the hand, or tied around the lingor, and when the ball is thrown it goes far enough to stretch tho elostio to its utmost tension, aud then re turns to the hand as tho effect of the recoil. | This little device is patented and sells for tho small sum of 10 cents on the street, nnd at a slight advance in the fashionable toy stores. It is found iv the handsofthousandsof boys andgirls through out the country, and yields to tho holder of the patent an income equal to thaton a capi tal of $500,000. The itibber tip on tho ond of lead pencils, which is used for crasiii" false marks, is also secured by patent, an 2 for every tip used the manufactures pay a royalty to the inventor, which uives him an independent income. The consumption of these pencils is very great, and the simple idea of tipping them with rubber has placed the man who originated it beyond the roach of need in the future, so long as ho clings to his patent. Another very simple but very valuable invention is the gummed paper wrappers, which obviate the necessity of using mucilage or paste to secure papers for the mails. The patent is on the appli cation of the gum to tho wrappers, and a royalty is paid to the inventor on. every wrappor thus prepared. As the number of wrappers used daily in the forwarding of mails amounts to hundreds of thousands, tho income derived by the inventor from his royalty will be seen to bo a magnificent ono. The gimlet-pointed screw was patented in 1846, It is familiar to ovorybody, and millions ihave been realised from its manufacture, yet so simple is the prinoiple that the wonder is that it was not thought out and applied almost as fur back as the age of iron.

Little People's Ideas.

Aunt—"Has anyone been at those pre serves?" Dead silence. "Have you touched them, Jimmy ?" Jimmy, with the utmost deliberation—" Pa never 'lows me to talk at dinner."

' A little boy on being asked whether he would rather have a Bible or a jewsharp, hesitated a moment, and then replied, "Well, if it don't make any great dif ference with God, I would rather have a jewsharp," A quick-witted boy, who was accused of going in swimming, the proof of which was that the shirt was on wrong side out, told his.mother that the shirt must have got turned whilo he was climbing over a fence.

"Is lying wicked?" asked a teacher of his class. "Very," replied a littio urchin, "if it is habitually practised." "Good boy," replied the teacher; "and is suicide very wicked?" " Yes,'' shouted tho whole class, "if habitually practised." A new idea.—"l'm not going-to school anymore," said a little four-year-old hoy to his mamma, on his return from his first day at the kindergarten, '' Why, my dear, don't you like to see tho little boys and girls ?" Yes, but I don't want to go," per sisted the boy, " 'cause my teacher says that to-morrow she's going to try to put an idea into my head." Children are sometimes philosophers and just as able to draw an inference as older people. " Now, Willie,'' said a coaxing mother, " I don't like to take medicine any more than you do, but I just make up my mind to do it, and then do it." The scion of genius looked up through his tears, and replied—"And, mother, 1 just make up my mind that I won't, and then I don't."

A Great Favourite with the Ladies.

A WRITER in "Progress " tells the follow ing story and vouches for its truth. It may be called an illustration of the philosophy of foppery:—" At Cape May I mot a very good, though very foppish fellow, who of fered mo a share of his room, the hotel being crowded 'If you were to stop till after to-morrow,' he said, ' you could have the room all to yourself, for I am off to Newport,' He had previously told me that he had been there Tmt a week. He had plenty of money, seemed to be enjoying liimself, and was a general favourite. So this rapid flight rather surprised me. 'Why this hurry ?' I asked ; ' you look as if you had nothing to do but havo a pleasant timo, as _ you could afford to gratify your every whim; why do you rush away ?' 'My clear fellow,' he answered, ' I never stay anywhere more than a week. I have just seven suits of clothes, not counting my dross suit, and a rig-out for boating, fish ing, and that sort of thing. I never wear the samo suit twice at any one place, and so you see I have reached the end of my tether here. I could buy more, of course ; yet while dress is just as important to a man of fashion as it is to a woman of fashion, he cannot go about with a cart load of trunks like a woman. I never go to the length of changing my dress two or three times a day, as some chaps do. That's nonsense; but Ido have a fresh get-up for every morning, which lasts very well until dinner; then always, of course, the fuU drefS. My plan has other advantages. You say I am a favourite with the young ladies. I am, and propose to remain so, if I can; so I never let them weary of me. They are always glad to see me, and I have savoir faire suthcient not to let them get tired of me inside o a week. Then I go away, to charm and be charmod by others,"

"THE POET LAUREATE OF IRELAND."

Sketch of the Lath D. F. McCarthy

[TUB following brief biographical and criti cal notice of the lately deceased poet, from the pen of a poetical friend at Home who knew and corresponded with him, will be read with interest not only by Irishmen, but by all lovers of pure and elevating literature.]

In tho death of Denis Florence McCar thy, Ireland has lost, her truest poet and most graceful singer. None has sung more nobly, and, excepting Moore,[no other Irishman has sung so well. Possessed of a lofty nature and line poetical temperament his poetry is ennobling aud heart-stirring, characterised as it is by purity of thought and diction,robed m the ghnving luxuriance of rich poetic imagery. Ho struck many chords of tho lyre, and each with the airy, elegant touch of a master. Whether mousing " Young Ireland" with the heart stirring strains of his patriotism, or tuning the chords to the sad sweet notes of sorrow, ho holds dominion over tho highest emotions of tho reader. His translations (and these embrace besides Greek and Latin, almost every modern European language) aro at once literal and free, and in tho most perfect, harmony with the originals. But it v from Spanish litera ture that his fame as a translator will live His translation of the dramas of Caldcron into English assonant verse excited the won der and admiration of Spanish scholars. Nothing could exceed the language of praise used by both Ticknor and Longfellow in rogard to them. His love lyrics are gems of purity, and breathe a nobility of sentiment, a grace and tenderness of expression that render them fascinating. Take, for example, the following, culled at random :—

Oh Beauty, some spoil from kind nature thou bearcst.

Some magic of tono, or enchantment of oye. That hearts that aro hardest, from forms, that are fairest,

Receive such Impressions as never can die; Tho'ioot of tho fairy; though lifehtsomo and airy, Can stamp on tho hard rook tho shape it doth wear; Art cannot traco it nor agos eiraoo It— And such uro thy glances, swoct Kate of Kouniare. To him who far travels how sad is the fooling, How tho light of his mind is o'crshadowed and dim, Whon tho scenes ho most loves, llko tho rivers soft stealing, All fade nsn vision, and vanish from him; Yet lie bears from each far land a Jlower for that garland That memory woaves of tho bright and tho fair; While tho sigh I am broathing my garland la wreathing, And tho roso of that garland Is Kato of Kenmarc.

Denis Florcnco MacCarthy was born in 1817, and being originally intended for the Church, he spent several years in studying at Maynooth Collcgo; but changing his mind ho diroctod his attention to law, and was admitted to the Bar in 1846, This work proving uncongenial to the poet's taste, he never pursued it. He had already made himself famous by the stirring verses ho contributed to the "Nation," the organ of the "Young Iroland" party, then ably edited by Mr, now Sir diaries Gavan Duffy, and having among its contributors tno flower of Ireland's literary talent. Amongst pieces which at this timo poured from Mac- Carthy's pen were, "The Voice and Pen," "Advance," "The Price of Freedom," "The Pillar Towers of Ireland, "_ which succeeded in gaining him a modicum of fame. Among his most sincere admirers was the great Daniel O'Connell, who highly appreciated the poem which MacCarthy wrote, on the occasion of the- Liberator's imprisonment in 1844, its subject being tho inscription over Richmond Jail —

" CEASE to do EVIL, LEARN TO do WELL.'

Oh, thou, whom sicrcd Duty hither calls Some glorious hours in Freedom's cause to dwell, Road tho mute lesson on thy prison walla— "Coaso to do ovil, learn to do woll."

If haply thou art ono of gonms vast, Of generous heart, of mind sublime and errand, Who all tho springtime of thy llfo hath passed Battling with tyrants for thy na'ivc land; If thou hast spent thy summer as thy prime, The serpent brood of Bigotry to quell, Repent, repent thee of thy hideous crime— " Geaso to do ovil, learn to do well!'

If thy groat hoart boats warmly in the cause Of outraged man, whate'er his raco might be; Id thou haat preached tho Christian's ectual laws, And stayod tho lash boyosd tho Indian aoa: If. at thy call, a nation roso sublime, , , If at thy voice, seven million fetters fell, Repent, ropent theo of thy hideous crime— •' Ccaso to do ovil, learn to do woll I

About this time he began contributing to the " Dublin University Magazine," where some ot his best and most important poems appeared, viz., "Tho Bellfounder," "The Foray of ,0011 O'Donnell," "The Voyage of St. Brendan'" and" The Bridal ot the Year." In the latter pecm occurs the exquisite lyric "Waiting for the May,"— one of the most perfect gems in the English language-which is too well-known to re quire quotation. In the year 1850 ho issued "Ballads, Poems, and Lyrics," which not only evinced his scholarly attainments, but added to his established reputation as one of his country's foremost poets. His attention was early directed to the beauties of "The Spanish Shakspeare," Calderon, and to the translation of this writer's works he devoted himself heart and soul, with re markable success. In 1853 he gave six of Caldcron's dramas to the English reading world; in 1861 he came forth with three others : and he continued to issue volumes of translations down to 1873, In recogni tion of his services, he earned the high honour of being elected a member of the Royal Spanish Academy in October, 1880, and in December of the following year he received tbrough the Spanish Ambassador, the Marquis de Casa Laiglesia, the medal struck in commemoration of thebi-centenary of Calderon, from the Boyal Spanish Academy, as a token of their gratitude and appreciation. ' The volume entitled " Underglimpses, and other Poems" was published in 1857,

and in the same year followed " The Bell founder, and other poems." These, with "Ballads, Poems, and Lyrics,"are all out of print long ago, and not to be had at any price. MacCaitliy's la»t labour, however, was in collecting his works for rc-publica tiou, but thin task he was not snared to complete. It is to be hoped that the work will be undertaken by a competent hand, and his productions given to the world in a collected form, when he will take a much higher literary position than has yet been accorded him. He has written more and better tha« most people imagine j aud as is but too often the case with niea of genius, his truo worth is not realised until after his death. The following verses will show him to be a very Laureate of Labour:— LABOUR SONG.

Ah, littio thoy know of truo Happiness, thoy whom Satioty Alls. Who, Hung on tho rich breast of Luxury, cat of tho ran.ne.j that kills: Ah, little they know ot tho blessedness toil-pur chased slumber enjoys Who, stretched on tho hard rock of Indolence.

taste ot tlio sleep that dostroys. Nothing to hopo for or labour for; nothing to sigh for or sain : Nothing to light in Its vividness, lightning-like bosom and brain : Nothing to break Lifo's monotony, rippling it o'er with its breath, Nothing but dulness and lethargy, woarlnoßS, sorrow, aud death 1 But blessed that child of Immunity, happiest

man among men Who with hammer or chisel or pencil, with rudder or ploughßharo or pon. Labouroth ever and ever, with hope through the morning of life, Winning Homo with He darling divinities— love-worshipped ohlldren and wlfo Hound Hwingß, tho hammer of Industry, quickly tho sharp chisel rings. And tho heart of tho toiler has throbbings that stir not the bosoms ot kings- He tho Lrtio ruler and conqueror, ho tho truo King of hia race, Who nerve th his arm for life's combat and looks

tho strong world in the f aco T Thcso verses have a manly ring that every one must appreciate, and his is surely a glorious mission who can cheer his fellows with such grand encouragement—showing them the true nobility of toil. There is another phaso, both in the man and the poet, with which we havo not yet dea!t,aud that in his wit. Personally ho was ono of the most genial and lovable of men. His wit was of tho sprightliest nature, but it novor bore a poisoned arrow—it never hurt a friend nor made a foe. Iv his parodies and squibs, his humour is often irresistible, and las wit brilliant and sparkling; and though often playful he is always pure and refined in taste. In this class of produc tion* many will remember his effective parody on "Tho Victim" — (a short, racdiocropoom for which the Poet Laureate received £300 from tho. editor of "Good Words")—the parody possessing great piquancy and point. MacCarthy resided for somo years in Loudon, whore he devoted himself to his translations and other literary jiursuiti— producing also art critiques and essays Which won for him the encomium of the press—" His prose ii no less gorgeous than his ballads, and lacks of poetry nothing but tho rhythmical form," Dr Newman at this time obtained for him an appointment as "Professor of English Literature," but he gavo up bis oflico in a few months, Of his prose writings, the " Essay on Ballad Poetry," which he prefixed to a book of Irish ballads, edited by him in 1846, is the most interesting and comprehensive of its kind. He is alto the author of some fanciful allegorical t»le», and a " History of Irish Dramatists," In 1872 he published " The Early Life of Shelley, collected from Original Sources," a work of importance to future biographers .of Shelley, and interest ing for the light it throws npon that poet's connection with Irish politics about 1810 ---12.

in 1875 he was chosen to commemorate the centenary of O'Connell iv a Memorial Ode ; and iv 1879 at the Moore centenary celebration in Dublin, Denis Florence Mc- Carthy was crowned "Poet Laureate of Ireland," and his splendid Centennial Ode was read by Dr lisdall to the delightod thousands. But amid triumphs such as these — proofs of a nation s love and appreciation—came domestic sorrows. Ho lost his beloved wife after a long and harrassing illnoss.and of nine children, only three have survived him. Iv his quiet home at Blackrock, about three miles from Dublin, tho poet passed away in peace on April 7th last—dying on tho vory day ho had wished to die upon, aud on which his mother also had died — Good Friday. Amongst those who attended his funeral wero somo of the old friends associated with him in "Young Ireland" littrature—Mr Justice O'Hagan, Mr Justice Barry, Sir Samuel.Ferguson, Rev. C. Median, Mr T. D, Sullivan, &c. A memorial is to bo erected over his grave. One other quotation, and we will close this notice of the most illustrious member of the royal sept of MacCarthy. It is a specimen'of bis sad and tender vein :—

Tho poet's heart is a fatal boon, And fatal his wondrous eye, 1 ' And the dellcato ear, i-,tl Too quick to hear, Over the earth and sky, Creation's mystleal theme I Soon, soon, bat not too soon, Does that ear grow deaf, and that eye grow dim, And Naturo becometh a waste for him Whom, born for another sphere, Misery hath shipwrecked hero I For what avalloth his sensitive heart For the Btruggle and stormy strife That the mariner man, Since tho world began, Has braved on tho sea of life. With fearful wondor his eye doth start When it should bo fixed on the outspread chart ~ , That pointeth the way to golden shores— Rent aro his sails and broken his oars, And he sinks without hope or plan

With his floating caravan ; IBS And Jove that should bo his strength and stay Becometh his halo full soon like flowora that are born Of the beams at morn, But die of their heat ere noon. Far better the heart were tho sterile clay, Where tho shining sands of the desert play, And where never tho perishing flow'ret gleams Than the heart that is fed with Itß withered dreams, , And whoso love is repelled with scorn,' Like tho boa by the rose's thorn

More about Sarah.

A COKBESPONDENT of tho " News-Letter" •ays :—I have got hold of the true facts concerning Sarah Bernhardt's marriage. I have uot seen them as yet in print, at least notin the local journals. It will amuse as a bit of gossip. Sarah has been giving per formances in Italy, Among tae members of the troupe supporting her was a young Greek, named Daniala, who, under the stage name of Daria, was generally cast for the lover's parts. ~ Ho was said to have formerly been an attache- of tho Grecian Embassy in London, As an actor his ex. perience was limited, his first appearance on the stage being In a small role in jthe production of Daudet's "Nadab," at the Paris Vaudeville, some two years ago. Ho is a tall, handsome fellow, with blue eyes, and a long blonde moustache ; so hand some that soubrettes smiled lovingly at him, and tragic actresses pined in melan choly for his love. His good looks were so striking that he was nicknamed " Pheno menon" by his sister artists, and called "Phohon for short. In his stage love making he was so ardent and passionate that Sarah's middle-aged heart was touched, her mature affections roused. Attachments formed ia the autumn of life are serious matters. Thoy are, so to speak, intensely intense. She sought hia company con stantly. It was Phonon here, Phenon there, where is Phenon » etc, etc. I Things were rapidly approaching a climax. It occurred I It was in Naples 1 Tho com pany was playing thero. At the hotel where the comedians were stopping Daniala occupied adjoining rooms with an actress of the troupe—the thinnest of tne lot, Sarah herself excepted. One night after tho performance the latter entered the room of her colleague - whether casually or prompted by some lurking suspicion is not known. Great hcavenß ! the apple of her eye, the hero that caused her heart to beat and her bosom (figuratively) to heave, her Phenon was there. What hewas doing there Ido not know. Anyway there was a row. Littio was said, but what was said was forcible and expressive. The next evening, while playing " Camillc," Sarah had a Kcnuinc coughing, blood-expectorat ing attack, Daria, or Daniala, was atten tive, kind, and obliging, and somehow or other'made his peace. After the perfor mance Sarah had an interview with her son, and told him of her plan. She and her Phenon immediately left ostensibly for Nice, where thoy were to appear, but actually for London, where they were united. To reach Nice in lime to play, hasto and speed were necessary. Special trains and au extra Channel steamer were brought into requi.-itiou, but to no avail. Nice was not opportunely reached, and the cat was let out of tho bag. Sarah is forty-two or three; Daniala is thirty-live, and finds himself with a_ ready-made son of twenty-three! Thcro is a iiavour of genuiuo comedy to this story, and, as tho subject is a GrCek one, it is in order for some modern Aris tophanes to dramatise it.

Fun.

A slip of the tongue. — She (encourag ingly)—" Your step suits mine exactly." He (nervously)—" So glad to hear you say so; I know I'm such a bad waltzer."— "Judy." "What building is that." asked a stranger of a boy, pointing to a school house. " That ?" said the boy, "Why, that's a tannery I" and he feelingly rubbed his back as he passed on. " Gentlemen, a toast. Fill your glasses. May the rich sparkle of tho wine, the deli cate flavour " "Bo continued in our necks," suggested ono of tho guests, and tho toast was imbibed slowly. " It is not necessary for a man to bo poor to be honest." Certainly not. But it seems a sort of half way necessary for a man to be poor if he is honest. A distinc tion without a difference, it will bo scon. They were seated on tbe sofa, where they had been for four long hours. " Augustus, do you know why you remind me of the Chinese?" "No, dearest; why?" "Bo cause you won't go." The meeting then adjourned sine die. ■' Yes,|sir," said Brown; "if there is ono thing more than another that I am proud of, it is this, that I always keep my word." " Very truo," repliod Fogg; "but how can you help it, you know? Did you ever know anybody who would take it ?" A Denver reporter asked Alice Oatcs, the actress, how old she was, ■ and she replied, "I am twenty-two." " Wero you twenty two recently ?" inquired the reporter, inno cently, at which the little kicker said she detested newspaper reporters. Tho religious education of tho young is terribly neglected in this country. "Are you a Methodist" "No, sir." "A Pres byterian ?" " No, sir." "Well, what aro you?" "Why, Sir, if anything, lam just a little Episcopalian on the mother's side'" "Aie you going to take that ugly pug dog with you again, Carrie?" asked Charles. " I really believe you take him simply to make yourself look prettier by the con trast." "Don't be jealous of poor pug, Charlie," repliod Carrie. "I'lltake you some time when I want to look especially handsome."

She was "sorry she spoke."—Young farmer (surveying tho stock)—"A pretty tidy lot, Maria." Wife (considerably the senior)—"Ay, but they would na be there may bo wern't it for my brass I" Husband (nettled)—"Whoy, Ibss, gin it be coom to that wi' ye ; if it had no' been for your money, 5 mayhap ye wid na been here yersel 1"— "London Punch,"

A gentleman travelling in a railway car- i riage was endeavouring, with considerable earnestness, to impress some argument upon a fellow passenger who was seated opposite to him, and who appeared rather dull of comprehension. At length, being slightly i irritated, he exclaimed, in a louder tone—" Why, sir, it's as plain as ABC!" .'That may be," replied the other, with alacrity," but I am D E F," ,

What Gomes of Swapping.

I'KITZ HE UTlSlt,

An old cloak is wanner than new-fashioned clothes ; one feels more comfortable in an honest old blue coat with a long tail than in the silly things worn now-a-days--no thing in front and nothing behind ; and one walks easier in old boots than new ones, especially if one is troubled with corns; and everybody has corns in due time ; some hurt here, others there.

So I think to-day, now lam old; but when a boy of twelve I was always having something new. If I got a new knife 01 a new bow and arrow I carried them about with me two, three, or four days, then left them lying around, or lost or swapped them and had something else new; and from curiosity I soon acquired a love of swapping, and from this might easily have gone to something worse if our Lord had not caused my old uncle to give me two smart slaps at the right time. Every bargain needs two people, one clever and one stupid. The business may be bad for both; the clever fellow gradually becomes a rascal, the stupid one a beggar. Well, I must, without knowing it, have leaned a little toward the latter side, for people have always reckoned me among the .stupid ones, and when I look at the condi tion of my property I can't exactly contra dict them. As my friend Landlor Gollen reidcr, in Trepton, says, " Let it be as they like," I got tho slaps, and since in my native city this was thought right as I probably deserved them. But the reason I got them is as follows : I had a wonderfully handsome buck rabbit, Maltese, with a white face, and my best friend, Fritz Attach, wanted it. Fritz Kitsch and I were always swapping, and I had received all sorts of fine things from him, only it was a pity that I didn't ex actly know what to do with them. Well, this time he wanted to give me in exchange for my rabbit eight chessmen, three blown eggs, and half 61 a pair of snuffers. I was also to have one of tbe pups of his Aunt Bumplcr's terrier when it had pups, which, however, as I afterwards learned by experi ence, wouldn't havo been likely to happen, as it was a male dog. Well, everything was all right except the half of the pair of snuf fers. I couldn't get that through my head and asked: "Fritz, what am I to do with thii one half-tliing?" "Why," said Tie, "I found it when I went into the wood-yard yesterday; you can surely find the other half there and then sell it for eight groschens." Yes, that I might easily do but I had often looked and never found anything, so the matter seemed doubtful. Then he said: 1 'Fritz," - for my name was Fritz too—-"just think, my father is only a blacksmith and your father is Burgermeister; why shouldn't you find something as well as 1 1" This wai true, so the bargain was con cluded and he went away: but as lie walked out of the garden gate with my rabbit and I stood looking at my three blown eggs and half a pair of snuil'ers—Bmack, smack-—I got the two slaps, and when I looked around saw my mother's brother, Uncle Matthies, who had been sitting behind the apple-tree and heard the whole Bargain. My Uncle Matthies was an old soldier and had queer ways : he always struck first and then told why. He had been in Hun gary and Poland, seen the world and knew a great many stories; but the worst of his stories was, that they always had a moral which I would gladly have had him omit, for when he came to it, he always gave me' a box on the ear to make me remember it better.

When I had received the slaps my Uncle Matthies sat down on the bench under the apple-tree and said : "Boy, do you know why you had that memento?" "No, uncle," said 1,,"y0u haven't told any story." "That will come afterwards,"he icplied. "You got the punishment for your bar. gaining, for, so far as 1 know, your father wants to bring up no jockeys. Now come here and listen to the story.

" When I was stationed at Paterwardein with the Hungarian Uhlans, we had a captain in the squadron, a man who had a little hump between his shoulders and was always wanting something new and as full of whims as a donkey is of grey hairs ; if he fell into a gutter he did not rest until he tumbled into a ditch, too, and if he wore boots to-day ho would have shoos to-mor row and slippers the day after. Yet he had plenty of money and the follies his foolish Drain invented liis purse made good, at least for a time.

'■ What then was more natural than that our little misshapen captain should always have a crowd of hungry comrades about him who stuck like burs, drained him like leeches, but laughed at him like rascals behind his back, Well, one of his brother bood told him that the greatest pleasure in tho world was to sit in a glass coach drawn by four horses and ride up and down the high road. Our little captain remem bered that he hadn't done this, so it waa something new, and, as my friend Cobbler Samekow, in Rostock, used to say, 'conse quently ' the glass coach and mares were procured and tlio greatest pleasure in the world began, but also came to a speedy end; for when our little whipperstraw of a captain eat in the glass coach and slid from ono window to the other, like the devil in a medicine bottle, the people stood still and laughed as if they saw an ape. "After three days it was an old story, but luckily tho colonel of the regiment married a young wife and she had set her heart on driving up and down the highway in a glass coach drawn by four horses. The colonel had no objection except the ex pense, and for years had sung in the even ing the beautiful 'Die Traktementen, die sind zu Iklein!' but he had always con sidered directly afterward how he could best increase his property, and throe days before his wedding had won from a Hungarian count a calash with two horses, one of which was a regular screw. ■ "So he went to my little captain and tolp him how delightful it would be to turn coachmanand drive himself, and as the two things needful to make a trade, a clever man and a simpleton, met, the bargain was struck, the colonel's wife got a class coach and my coptain the calash and the screw. "One line morning when all Peterwarden expected no harm, my little captain was sitting in his new calash, driving himself, and ran the pole through an open window of the colonel's lady's coach. This made a great stir, and the colonel's adjutant came out and asked if the devil was in him.

''' No,' said tho captain,' not in me, but the mares.' They talked it over and over till the talking became bargaining, and the bargaining became a swap. The adjutant was also one of tho people who knew how to manage so that no harm comes up the rope to them when they lead dogs, antl my littio captain got in exchange for liis calash and pair of mares, a saddle horse, a grey, which, if it had been the samo in front as it was behind, would have laft nothing to be desired.

"1 knew this grey thoroughly; it had been sent to Bukowina the year before to make up the number of horses wanted for the cavalry ; and the little captain received in exchange for his two horses one good for-nothing devil, for there were ten furious fiends and fire-eaters in this one grey, which ran with all four logs in the air at once, antl was of no use in God's world ex cept to stand in the stable, cat oats, and smash tho groom's shins. " Well, my littio captain got this very grey, and the next day mounted it and rode through the streets of Peterwardein into the fields, aud tho ten devils in the grey rodo with him, but remained asleep, and the grey danced along the road like Clerk Blocken's old black mare. My cap tain was riding onward thinking of nothing in particular, when a hunter came up with a dog, and my little captain began to wonder wbere the hunter was going and where the dog was going, and what the dog was doing with the hunter and the hunter with the dog. While ho was think ing over these circumstances the ten devils in fhe grey waked, rubbed their eyes, and whißh I—my little captain was lying in tho ditch.

" Here, my son,"said my uncle Matthias, "here." I thought his confounded moral was coming and ducked. " No," said he, " not yet, the story isn't finished ; here, my son, originates the saying—When do moun tain and valley meet? To which the answer is—When a pucklitcher falls into a ditch.

" The confounded grey then ran round the race course till it reached the spot where the captain lay, when it kicked, plunged, neighed, and snorted, while the ten devils in it had its tail straight ont in the air.

"My little captain gathered his bones together out of the ditch as well as he could, spit fire and flume, snatched the hunter's gun from his shoulder and shouted —'Wait, you scoundrel, wo haven't done with each other yet,: as the turkey cock said to the earthworm writhing in it's bill, I and wanted to shoot the groy,

"But the hunter caught his arm and begged him to spare the horse ; it was a senseless animal, and meant no harm. When my little captain swore he couldn't bear the sight of it, the hunter swore that he needn't; he would take the beast him self add give the hunting-dog for it, and at last succeeded in soothing him. '• So the bargain was struck. Bui the dog was not the end of the swapping; there was more to come.

" My little captain knew as much about hunting as a cow does of Sunday, but for the sake of the brown dog he became a great Nimrod, ran about in a pair of huge top boots, shot himself with both barrels through the brim of hia hat before the eyes of the whole squadron, and then went partridge shooting as ff nothing had hap pened. " Well, I was then quartermaster, and acted as a mother to the whole squadron, kept the key of the strong-box, and could accommodate the officers by making ad vances, so they often took me with them when they .vent out hunting, and I was tired enough with running about, for I got nothing but weary legs. " Well, my little captain and I went to gether, and I was cltver enough to keep tbree steps behind, for I thought, ' Your calves and what is over them are uot his hat-brim My little captain called his dog, whistled, patted, stroked, and Hogged him, pulled his ears, made him seek and carry, and went through so many perfor mances with him that oven a dog with an angel's patience would have lost, its wits. ' Ponto1 at last became so giddy tbat he ran when he ought to have pointed, and pointed when he ought to have run, and the captain fired and missed, blamed ' Ponto,' and wanted to kill the dog. I pitied the crea ture, and said :— " ' The dog is young, captain, it hasn't been trained enough yet; let me have it, and I'll give you this pipe-bowl. See, there's the famous city of Ciiwisz in Meck lenburg paiuted on it; this on the left is the church tower, and these little lumps on the right are the vineyards.'

" He had a large collection of pipe-bowls -that I knew—and on some were Vienna, and Ofen, and Trieste, but he hadn't one with Criwitz, so it was something new to him, and he made the exchange. "Then he went home, he smoking his new pipe. As we entered the Pcterwardein gate, I felt so tickled that I said—'Captain, do you know what you're really smoking V " He looked at me in a puzzled way, and answered—' A pipe.'

"'No, said I, 'a glass coach with four horses,' and showed him what he had made by his swapping, " He took the glass coach and four, the calash with two horses, the grey with the ten devils, the young dog, and the pipe with the city of Criwitzand all her vine yards, and smashed tho whole on a stone, saying—" Then I'll get rid of the trum pery.' So saying, my mother's brother, Uncle Matthies rose' and when I dncked again on account of the moral, said—

" I'll let you off this time, but look care fully at the broken trash you've taken for your beautiful rabbit, and as for Aunt Rumpicr's terrier's puppy, mark the old proverb—'What comes after, tho wolf bites.'"

With these words he went out of the gate. I stood here looking at my treasures, perceived I had been a great simpleton, and from that hour never swapped any thing again ; but tho love of "something new" lingered a long time—a long, long time. Many follies, many hardships have come from that egg. Well, I believe I've done with them; now new boots pinch me, a new coat squeezes me, and new faces annoy me. I wish I was sitting under the old apple-tree again hearing the old storic, and my Uncle Matthies could again give me a memento. I would heed it more now.

Durham Colliery Disaster.

Great excitement was manifested at Dur ham on April 18, when it was reported that one of those disasters which unhappily are not rare in the district, had taken place at the Black Horse Colliery, Tudhoe, a pit in the BrockweU seam some six miles west of the Trimdon Grange Colliery, lately also the scene of a disaster. At first the news was to the effect that by an ex plosion of gas 100 men had been imprisoned, and of this number it was not known how , many would be brought up alive; ■ but as soon as more reliable information could be obtained it was known that a far less number had gone down as the night shift. It was shortly after one o'clock in the morning when the explosion took place, when at the time 51 men engaged as stone men and shifters were working be10w,:29 in the Busty seam, and tho remainder in the Brockwell seam,9o fathoms deep. Tho men in the former seam fortunately suc ceeded in making their way to the adjoin ing Tudhoe Grange Colliery, which also belongs to the Weardale Iron Company, aud with which communication is obtained by a door. As soon as possible after those above had been made aware of the explo sion, parties were formed to explore the workings, and attempt the rescue of the men imprisoned in the mine. It was found, however, that such was the force of the ex plosion that both the east and west shafts had been blocked, and the former had to be cleared before anything more could be done. Aftor an-hour and a half's hard work this was done, and two parties were quickly lowered. Bapping was heard and voices in the Busty scam, and five men were immediately brought up, who re ported that after-damp was present in small quantities, and also that tho rest of the men in their working had mado their way to the Tudhoe Grange about a mile away, as being |a safer exit than the east shaft.' The whole of the 19 men in the Busty seam were got out alive, and, meanwhile, every exertion was made to reach the men in the Brockwell scam, where it was found that progress was partly stopped by falls of coal and stone. Some bodies were at length reached, and it was seen that the men had fallen victims to the after-damp. The ex ploring party pushed on still further into the workings, but two of their party going on ahead of their companions were over powered by the foul air, and the main body of the exploring party came up thoy found that William White, overman, 57 yeafe of age, was dead, and John Nesbit only jufet alive. He was sent to bank, but little hopes wero entertained as to his recovery. The band of brave explorers, thus diminished, penetrated further, and recovered altogether sixteen dead bodies. The total of lives lost has been set down at 35, with six others injured. Out of 86 horses and ponies in tho pit, 69 wero killed. Another serious ex plosion is reported as having taken place at West Stanley Colliery on April 19, the property of Mr Burn, and situated about eight miles from Durham, iv a populous district. Fifteen men are reported missing.

Moses' Age and Chills and Fever.

" Wm Brudder !Dred Scott Hastings step dis way ?" blandly inquired tho Presi dent of the Lime Kiln Club after tho votoa wero counted.

Brother Scott stepped np with a grin on his face as if he expected to draw a chromo, and the President continued :

" Brudder Hastings, fo' weeks ago you was tooken sick."

'•Yes, sah." "You called in de doctor, put a hot brick to yer feet an' sent word to our Relief Committee to file yer claim for S3 per week."

" Yes, sah,"

"Dat Committee reported favourably on your case, an' de money was sent you—S3 per week fur two weeks. Your illness was said to bo chills an' fever."

"Datwas it, sab," • ; "Just so; but what bruug 'em on? Brudder Bastings, I diskivered yesterday dat you got into a dispute wid a naybur about the aige of Moses when be died, had a fight, an' was knocked into a ditch Ml of water. Dat was what started yout chills and fever."

"I—l—yes, sah.' i . " An1 you lied to the Relief Committeo when you claimed to have got wet comin' home from a funeral?"

' I—l didn't mean to, sab."

" An' you wilfully an' maliciously put up a iobto rob dis Club of $6?" "I'll pay it back, sab." "■ No you won't I You haven't seen' do time in do last fifteen y'ars dat you had §6 to spar. Dat money am gone, an' you am gwine to toiler after it! You kin take down your hat an' walk out of Paradise Hall fur de las' time. We want no meh in dis Club who cares wheder Moses wak 70 or 700 y'ars old when he died, an' we will not keep the name of a liar and de ceiver on our books. Walk out, Misser Hastings—walk right out I" Mr Hastings walked, and it was noticed that several parties sitting near the water pail looked as if they had expected 'aift other bomb-shell to fall somewhere,-I*- "Detroit Free Press,"

STAR SATURDAY SUPPLEMENT, JUNE 17, 1882,



HTGREAT CASH SALE.-B* m« mini mill ■ I n 111 ii iiiiwi-HiiMn £12,000 WORTH OF GENERAL DRAPERY, Men's Clothing, Carpets, &c, MUST BE SOLID, RBa^_RI3LESS OF COST. In consequence of term of lease drawing to a close, and extensive alterations on entering new lease, F.J.SOMERFIELD Has decided on reducing his immense Stock as quickly as possible, nearly all of which is NEW a"d WELL BOUGHT from Home and Colonial Manufacturers, and will offer to the public at an£|\|ORIVIOUS REDUCTION IN PRICE the Choicest Lot of Goods that has ever been offered in Auckland at SELLING-OFF PRICES— not tlie dre Ss °f Stock at the end of the Season, as is usually the case in advertised sales; but NEW, FASHIONABLE and CHOICE GOODS, just the class for the present season. To convey an idea of prices, the following list is given of a few articles :— Splendid Black Silks, 3s <\}_&. per yard 20 doz. Women's Dark-coloured Stockings, 6d. Superior „ 3s. 7 ]/._. per yard per pair Real Homespun, iy__. per yard 20 doz. Women's Striped Stockings, Bd. per pair Grampian „ Twilled, in all new shades, S>£d. 20 doz. Women's Clerical Merino, Sd. per pair per yard I 30 doz. Women's Stays, from 2s. od. Coloured Cashmercs,in all leading colours.full width, 5000 yards Ribbon, a Real Bargain, 6d. is. 2d. per yard 300 pair Dent's 2-Button Kid Gloves, is. &}__. and Fonlc Serges, black and coloured, only is per yard is. ir^d. Black Lustres, beautiful shade and finish, s^d., 200 Ladies' Umbrellas, from is. 6d. 7 %&-, 9d., and 1 id. 500 yards Swiss Embroidery, slightly damaged, 2}__. Black Persian Cord, only so]/ 2 _. Black Cashmere, from is, 4d. Black French Merino, from is. nd. Zulu Cloth, for mourning, Is. 2d. GEN TL EM EN'S DE PARTM E NT. Satin Cloths, in all colours, from 9%d. per yard. Great Bargains in Fancy Dresses, from 4^d. to is. 300 Flax Shirts, from is. each per yard 300 Union Shirts, from 2s. nd. each Woollen Plaids, from is. per yard 200 All-Wool Undershirts, from 2s. 6d. Scotch Winceys (own importing), from 4><_d. to A Cheap Lot of White Shirts ioj^d. per yard Serge Suits from 235. per Suit Real Scotch Druggeting, only is. nd. per yard Tweed Suits from 265. Gd. per Suit Ulster Cloths and Waterproof Tweeds, 2s. nd. per Tweed Trousers, 10s. yard Tweed Trousers and Vest, 15s. 6d. Black Velveteen, is. nd. per yard Felt and other Hats from 2s. od. Black Satin, from 2s. 2d. per yard Waterproof Coats from 13s. 6d. In Flannels, Sheetings, Towelling, Blankets, Table Linen, &c, I have such a variety that prices cannot be quoted, but all will be sold at a QREAT REDUCTION.. Come early if you wish to secure the best bargains. No entries to be made during the Sale except at ordinary prices. SALE IKTOW OIsT.