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THE TRAMPS.

A woman and man ;she, pallid and wan.And with sad eyes, hollow and fasting ;

His glassy and marred by the drunkards re-word,"

TImO sti liabout him are .? casting.

With the death-eager look of that terriblethirsts

That has borne him and torn him down fromthe first.

As they stand in their shame by the brightkitchen flame,

with despair in each shivering motion,What a story 1 read of man's madness and

greed., And of women's angelic devotion?-jg()f the wonderful love of two ill-mated lives.

Which stil. in its storm-trampled emberssurvives.

Does her memory stretch from that poor bloat-ed wretch

Far back into days that were golden.When his love ilrsf breathed, seemed a treas-

ure bequeathed,For which she was ever beholden.'

Surrounds him still the Illusion of yoreThrough which women behold the men they a-

ilore?

Ay! tnerc as they stand, she touches his hand?-rf he hand of the sot and the coffer?

And a gleam or old grace lights the sad,shrunk-en face

As she turns to the food that we offer.And uivo him the larger share?wolflsliiy thrust

To his lips ere her hunger has broken a crust.

Then, their nigs closer bound their chill framesarouud;

They pass on the way of the vagrant;For wretches so mean in good homes to be seen

Would be a transgression most fragrant;But the woman half turns, with the wave of the

hand,...

Ami a sad, thankful look that is simple andgrand.

And I look through the panes as the brief daywanes.

And the shadows of night are blending.

And watch through the snow, on the highwaybelow.

The two figures slowly wer.ding:A woman,whose love can all wretchedness spanAnd'the coarse, shattered wreck, of what once

was a man.

The Power of Kindness.Quiet enough is the quaint old town

of Lain borough. Why all this bustle

to-day ? Along the hedge-bound roadswhich lead to it, carts, chaises, vehic-les of every description are jogging a-long, filled with countrymen ; andhere and there the scarlet cloak or

straw bonnet of some female, occupy-ing a chair, placed somewhat unsteadi-ly behind them, contrasts gayly withthe dark coats or gray smock frock 3 ofthe front row. From every cottage ofthe suburbs some individuals join the

stream, which rolls on increasingthrough the streets tillit reaches the

castle. The ancient moat teems with

idlers, and the hill opposite,usually thequiet domain of a score or twoof peace-ful sheep, partakes of the surrouudingagitation.

The voice of the multitude whichsurrounds the court-house sounds likethe murmur of the sea, till suddenly itis raised to a sort of shout. JohnWest, the terror of the surrounding

country,tlie sbeep-stealeraiii burg lar,has beeu found guilty.

"What is the sentence ?" is askedby a hundred voices.

The answer is : "Transportation

for life."But there was one standing aloof on

the hill, whose inquiring eyes wander-ed oyer the crowd with indescribableanguish, whose pallid cheek grew more

and more ghastly at every denuncia-tion of the culprit, and who, when atlast the sentence was pronounced, fell

insensible upon the green sward. Itwas the burglar's son.

When the boy recovered from hisswoon, it was late in the afternoon ; hewas alone. The faintest - tinkling ofthe sheep-bell had replaced ttie soundof the human chorus of expectation,and dread, and jesting ; all was peace-

ful ; he could not understand why helay there, feeling so weak and sick.He raised himse'f tremulously and look,

ed around ; the turf was cut and spoiltby the tramping of many feet. All liislife of the last few mouths floated be-fore his memory ; his residence in hisfather's hovel with ruffianly comrades ;

the desperate schemes he had heard a9

he pretended to sleep on his lowly bed ;

their expeditions at night, masked andarmed ; their hasty returns ; the newsof his father's capture ; his own remo-val to the house of some female in thetown ; the court, the trial, the con-demnation.

The father had beeu a harsh and cru-el parent, but he had not positively ill-used the boy. Of the great and merci-ful Father of the fatheiless, the childknew nothing. He deemed himself a-lone in the world. lr et grief was not

his pervading feeling, nor the shame ofbeiug known as the son of a transport.It, was revenge that burned within him.He thought of tlie crowd which hadcome to feast upon his father's agony ;

he longed to tear them to pieces ; andhe plucked a handful of grass uponwhich he lent. Oh, that lie were aman ! that lie could punish tliera all?-all?the speclators first, the constables,the judge, the jury, the witnesses?oneof them especially, a clergyman namedLeyton, who hod given his evidencemore positively, mors clearly than allthe others. Oh, that lie could do thatman some injury?but for him, his

father would not have been identifiedand convicted.

Suddenly a thought occured to him?his eyes sparkled with fierce delight.

"Iknow where he lives," he said to

himself ; "he has the farm and parson-age of Millwood. I will go there at

once?it is almost dark already. I will

do as I onco heard father say lie didto the squire. Yes, yes, he shall burnfor it ; he shall get no more fatherstransported."

To procure a box of matches was anensy task, and that was all the prepara-tion the boy made.

The autumn was far advanced. Acold wind was beginning to moan a-mong the almost leafless trees, andGeorge West's teeth chattered, ind hisill-clad lunbs crew numb, as he walkedalong the fields leading to Millwood.

"Lucky it's a dark night. This finewind will fan the flames nicely," he re-peated to hirasi If.

The clock was striking nine, hut allwas quiet as midnight. Not a soulstirrliog?not a light in the parsonagewindows, that he could see. lie darednot open the gate, lest the click of thelatch should betray him ; so lie softlyclimbed over ; but scarcely had hedropped on the other side of the wall,before the loud barking of a dog start-led him He cowered down behind thehay-rick scarcely daring to breathe ;

expecting each instant that the dagwould spring upon him. It was sometime before the boy dared to stir ; and,as his courage cooled, his thirst forrevenge somewhat subsided also, till liealmost determined to return to Lam-borough ; but he was too tired, toocold, too hungry?besides, the womanwould beat him for staying out so late.What could he do ? where should hego ? and as the sense of his lonely andforlorn condition returned, so did alsothe affectionate remembrance of hisfather, his hatred of his accursers, hisdesire to satisfy his vengeance ; and,once more courageous through anger,he rose, took the box from his pocketand boldly drew one of them across thesand-paper. It flamed ; ho stuck ithastily in the stack against which lierested?it only flickered a little, andwent out. Iu great trepidatian youngWest once more grasped the whole ofthe remaining matches in his hand andignited them, but at the same instantthe dog barked. lie hears the gate o-pen, a step is close to him, I he matchesare extinguished, an 1 the lad makes adesperate effort to escape?but a strong

hand was laid upon his shoulder, anda deep, caltn voice inquired

"What can have urged you to such acrime V"

Then calling loudly, tho gentleman,without relinquishing his hold, somobtained the help of some farming men,who commenced a search with theirlanterns all about the farm. Of coursethey found no accomplices?nothing atall hut the handful of half-consumedmatches the lad had dropped ; and heall the time stood trembling, and occa-sionally struggling, beneath the firmbut not rough graip of thi m uter whoheld him.

At last the men were to return tothe house ; uul thither, by a differentpath, was George led; they entered a

small, poorly furnished ro ra. Thewalls were covered with b inks, as tiebright flame of the lire revealed to theanxious gaze of the little culprit. Thoclergyman lita 1 imp and surveyed hisprisoner attentively. The lad's eyeswere fixed on the ground, while Mr.

Levton's wandered from his pale,pinch-ed features, to his scanty, ragged at-

tire, through the tatters of which hecould discern tlie thin limbs quiveringfrom cold ot fear ; and when, at lastimpelled by curiosity at tlie long silenceGeorge looked up, there was somethingso sadly compassionate in the stranger'sgentle look, that the boy could scarcelybelieve that he was really the manwhose evidence had mainly contribut-ed to transport Lis father. At the tri-al he had been unable to see his face,and nothing so kind had ever gazed

upon him. His proud, bid feedingswere already melting.

"You look half starved," said Mr.Ley fori, "Draw near the fire. Youcan fit down on that stool while I question you ; and mind you answer methe truth. lam not a magistrate, butof course can easily hand you over tojustice if you will not allow mo to ben-efit you in my own way."

George still stood twisting his rag-ged cap in his trembling fingers, andwith so much emotion depicted in hisface,that the good clergyman resumed,in still more soothing accents:

"Ihave no wish to do you anythingbut good, my poor boy. Look up atme, and see if you cannot trust me.You need not he thus frightened. Ionly desire to hear the tale of miseryyour appearance indicates, to relieve it,if I can."

Here the young culprit's heart smotehim. Was tLis the man whose househe had tried to burn ? On whom hehad wished to bring rum, and perhapsdeath V Was it a snare spread for himto lead to confe-sion ? But when helooked on that grave, compassionate

countenance, he felt that it was not."Come, my lad, tell me all."George had for years heard little but

oaths, and curses, and ribald jests, or

the thieves' jargon of his father's asso-

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ciates, and had been constantly cuffedand punished j but the better part ofhis nature was not extinguished ; andat those words from the mouth of his

nemy, he dropped on his knees, andclasping his hands, tried to speak, butcould only soli. He had not wept be-fore during that day ot anguish; andnow his tears gushed forth so freely,his grief was so passionate, as he half

j knelt, half rested on tlie floor, that thegood questioner saw that sorrow musthave its course ere calm could bo re-stored.

The young penitent still wept, whena knock was heard at the door, and alady entered. It was the clergyman'swife ; he kissed tier as she asked bowhe had succeeded with the*wicked mmiu the jail.

"He told me," replied Mr. Leyton,"that he had a son, whose fate tormen-ted him more than his punishment.Indeed, Ins mind was so distracted re-specting the youth that he was scarcelyable to understand my exhortations.He entreated me, with agonizing ener-gy, to save his son from such a life aslie had led, and gave mo the address ofa woman in whose house he lodged. Iwas, however, unable to find the boy,in spite of many earnest inquiries."

4 I)id yon hear his name ?" askedthe wife.

"George West,was the reply.At the mention of his name, the bov

ceased to sob. Breatless lie heard theaccount of his father's last request ; ofthe benevolent clergyman's wish to ful-fill it. He started up, ran toward thedoor, and endeavored to open it. Mr.Leyton calmly restrained him.

"You must not esctpe," he said."Icannot stop here. I cannot bear

to look at you. Let rue go !" Thelad said this wildly,and shook himselfaway.

"Why, I intend you nothing butkindness."

A new floou of tears gushed forth,and George West said, between hissobs :

"Whilst you were searching for me

to help me, I was trying to burn you inyour house. I cannot bear it." Hesunk on Ins knees,and covered his facewith both hands.

There Was a long silence ; for Mr.and Mrs. Leyton were as much movedas the boy who was bowed down withshame and penitence, to which hither*to he had been a stranger.

At last the clergyman asked :

"What could have induced you to com-mit such a ciiine V"

"Rising suddenly in tlie excitementof remorse, gratitude, and many otherfeelings new to him, he hesitated for amoment, and then told his story. Herelated his trials, bis sins, bis sorrows,bis supposed wrongs, bis burning an-ger at the terrible fate of his only pa-ent, and his rage at the exultation ofthe crowd ; his desolation on recover-ing from his swoon ; his thirst for ven-geance ; the attempt to satisfy it. Hespoke with untaught, child like simpli-

city, without attempting to suppressthe emotions which successively over-

came liiin.When he ceased,the lady hastened to

the crouching boy, and soothed himwith gentle words. The very tonesof her voice were new to him. Theypierced his heart more acutely than tliefiercest of the upbraidings and denun-ciations of his old companions. Helooked on his merciful benefactors withbewildeud tenderness. He kissedMis. Leyton's hand then gently laidon liis shoulder. lie about likeone in a dream who dreaded to wake.He became faint and staggered. Hewas laid gently on a sofa, and Mr. andMrs. Leyton left him.

Food was shortly administered tohim ; and after a time,when hii senseshad become sufficiently collected, Mr.Leyton returned to the study, and ex-plained holy andbeautiful things,whichwere new to the neglected boy, of the

great yet loving Father ; of Ilim who

loved the poor, forlorn wretch equallywith the richest, and*noblest, and hap-piest, of the force and efficacy of thesweet beatitude, "Blessed are the mer-ciful, for they shall obtain mercy."

I heard this story from Mr. Leytonduring a visit to him in May. George

West was then head-ploughman to aneighboring farmer?one of tlie clean-est, best behaved, and most respectedlaborers in the parish.

It is the way of attaining to heav-en that makes profanescorners so will-ing to let go the expectation of it. Itis not the articles of tlie creed,but theduty to Hod and their neighbor, thatis such an inconsistent, incredible le-gend.

..

The churches of New York cost $3,000,000 a year, the amusements $7,-'000,000 and the city government sl3,000,000', or $3,000,000 more than itcosts to save and entertain the citi-zens.

Faithful Moth'-rs.

How much there is sometimes in asingle word. One word can often movethe heart deeper than the whole of aneloquent sermon.

Speak the word "Household," or! "Fireside," or "Home," to one who is

| wandering friendless, homeless, and,perhaps, in a strange land, and howquickly the tears will start, the bosomheave and the lips quiver. Memorygoes back with lightning speed to thedays of childhood, when the lovedhousehold gathered an unbroken bandaround the fireside in the dear obihome. The happy voices that are scat-tered far away, or hushed in the silentdormitory of the dead,are plainly heardby memory's ear, and above the restsounds the loving mother's voice, aswith one of the sweet songs of Zion shesang her weary child to sleep.

As memory brings up so faithfullyscenes of the old home,and just as faith-fully his life since he left that home,how an innocent child on his mother'slap listening to the old Bible storiesthat are ever new.

The stories float in his memory andthought* of them and his mother causethe tears to roll down his cheeks. Oh,the memory of a loving,faithful mothercan soften the hardest heart ! How heradvice, precepts and love can help useyen when she has long been moulder-ing in the grave.

When wo thinK of home, how curthoughts go back to the place wheremother was, and when we look forwardto the beautiful home beyond the nvei,faith and imagination see mother there.

Oh mothers of the youth of our coun-try, do you realize what a power Jforgood is iiiyour hands if you will onlyuse it ? Are you'so livingbefore yourchildren, so training them that whentliev go out into the world away fromyou, or you are taker, from them, theirmemories of you will be as a guildingstar to keep them on tlie right path ?

Do you realize that God has {placed thechildren with you to take care for Ilim?Do you stop to think that the way inwhich mothers train their children nowwill influence the whole nation, aye,the

whole world, in years to come ? If youdo, why do you leave the little one oftender years out in the streets, awayfrom under your own eye and ear, tolearn more'of evil in one hour than youcan root up iu a lifetime? How are youtraining your sons that in time to comeare to lilloffices all over the land ? Areyou doing your best to have them growup honest, truthful men ? Are youtraining your daughters to be true wo-men, worthy to become the wives andmothers of The nation? Oh, women,take care of tlie precious talent God liasgiven you ; and one way to make thebest of it is to make your home themost pleasant spot on earth. Gatheryour household around a cheerful fire-side, when the cold wintry winds of un-kindness and neglect are not allowed tocome, but from which the members willcarry a warm glow all their lives. ? TheHousehold.

Singeing Sparse Hair.

"Stop right in here and I'll tell youall about the new process for the pre-vention of baldness,"said a well knownGriswold avenue barber, as he led tlieway to a room adjoining his shop.

"Tliisprocess," he proceeded to say,"is entirely new in Detroit. I found itout iu this way: A friend of mine wentto Paris a short time ago, and at thetime of his departure his hair was verythin and continually falling out. Onhis return the appearance of his headwas entirely changed, being coveredwith a growth of hair ever so muchmore luxurious and thick than on hisdeparture. On inquiring the reasonfor this change I was informed that hehad his hair singed, jllere was a practi-cal illustration of the good effects fol-lowing this new method, so 1 made upmy mind to adopt it, and have done sovery successfully.

"How is it done ? \Vell, I just take alighted taper and pass the flame overthe tips of a man's hair which is at allthin or had a tendency to fall out; thatis all. You see, every hair is hollow,and more or less of the fluid necessaryfor its growth escapes. When the topof the hair is singed the aperture isclosed and tlie strengthening fluid re-tained."

"Willnot the same means be employ-ed to encourage tlie growth of hair onthe bald upper lips of some of ouryouth ?" was asked.

"Exactly. You see my mustache ?

It is thicker on one side than on theother. That is caused by my smoking

my cigars just a little short, and theysinge rav mustache on one side andmake it thick there. This goes to provethat singeing is beneficial. I have no

doubt that before long you will see infront of all the barber shops of this eity

signs marked "Singeing done here.'Detroit Times.

The California hog becomes wild,ishunted and trapped bear fashion andifcornered willfight like a tiger. The

! ranchmen kill one when- they want

pork.

4

Feats of Marksmanship NeverEqualed by Carver or Bo-

gardus.

From the Pittsburg Post.Itev. \Yr

. L. McGrew, a young Metho-dist milliliter of Somerset county, wasin Pittsburg this week on a visit tofriends. lie was the guest of ltev. Ri-ley, of the South side. On Thursdayevening he went to Finleyville, Wash-ington county, on a visit. Itev. Mc-Grew is well known in Western Penn-sylvania. lie is a citizen of West Eliza-beth, in this county. lie has been amember of the Methodist ministery forprobably twelve or fifteen years, maybelongei. It is not of his ability as aminister, but of bis marvelous skill 111

shooting that this brief article willtreat. Many of his acquaintances doknow that he is probably the finestmarksman in American, not exceptingCarver and Bogardus. From boyhoodhe has been passionately fond of tirearms, and the expertness, celerity andaccuracy with which lie can handle arevolver, shotgun or rifle, entitle themto.rank in their use without a knownequal, fie has never sought to makeany display of his acquirements in thisrespect, because be has not coveted no-toriety. Target shooting has been pur-sued asa pleasant passtime in his hoursof recreation, and with no thought ordesire of ever being brought to publicnotice by it. But the feats which heaccomplishes with ease are so incredi-ble that the Post is certain he willpar-don its relation of some of them purelyas a matter of interest to its readers.

Bogardus and Carver have never ac-complished anything with shotgun orrifle which Rev. McGrew has not beenable*to duplicate. But be can teachthem feats which, whether they can ex-ecute them or not, they have never at-tempted. One of these is the breakingwith a repeating rifle of two ordinaryglass goblets thrown into the air beforeeither fallsto the ground. He cuts oneof the goblets in twain at the stem,low-ers bis rifle to his hip to throw out theempty shell and reload,and then breaksthe globe of the other. He admits hisinability to break both at the stem 3,but is serene under the knowledge thatlie has never heard of any one able toduplicate even this teat.

Another thing he does is to shootthrough the mouth of a pop bottlethrown up in the air and knock the bot-tom out. The bottle is thrown so thatevery revolution the mouth is presentedto him. He shoots with a rifle throughthe mouth and knocks the bottom out.It takes a quick eye. steady nerves andaccurate judgement, but Rev. McGrewdoes it.

These feats, lie says,are comparative-ly easy of accomplishment. One thatis still more difficult is to shoot with arepeating rifle two glass balls thrown inopposite directions from a trap. Atthe county fair last fall at Somerset hewas invited to give a public exhibitionof his skill. lie consented to do so,provided, the event should not be sur-rounded with any circumstances thatwould detract from the dignity of hiscalling. Ou that occasion he lirst brokethirty single balls thrown from a trap,hitting every one at the lirst lire. Thenhe tried his hand 011 fifteen double b lisand broke every pair. Out of the sixtyballs he did not miss one. All this wasdone with a rifle. Ex-Goyernor lloytwas a witness of the exhibition, andpronounced it the most phenomenaldisplay of marksmanship he had eversee u.

These are only a few iilustrations ofthe capacity of Itev. McGrew in thisline. Ilis feats witlirevolver and shot-gun are as wonderful as those with therifle.

Sleeplessness.

In order to avoid sleeplessness keepyourself free, as far as possible, from

that fatal enemy of sleep,indigestion,by the strict adherence to those lawsof diet which in these days of runningafter knowledge must be fan iliar toall of you. Take care that you abstainfrom those unhealthy and sleep-driv-ing heavy suppers ; though there can

be 110 harm in haying a light meal ofsome plainly-cooked and nutritiousfood some little time before bedtim3;in fact, in many cases of wakefulnessin debilitated or even weakly persons,such a meal rather predisposes tosleep. Whatever is taken at the timeshould be easy of digestion and notlikely in any way to irritate the stom-ach, and should be taken in a moder-ate quantity. Exercise, and exercisehi the open air, is absolutely necessaryfor the preservation of healthy sleep,and among the women of our poorerclasses, more especially those livingin our towns, that is not thought of asit should be.lt care and worry preventsleep, I should advise some gentle oc-

cupation of the mind prior to retiringto rest?a game ofchess,cards or back-gammon, an hour's social'conversa-tion, or even a little reading, when ac-tually in bed, provided that it is noth-ing very exciting. A warm bath, a-gain, is an excellent excitant of sleep,

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HUMOROUS,

It is the feeblest mustache, as wellas the sickliest child, that get's themost fondlings.

A correspondent inquires if the op-era "L'Elisir d' Amore'' means "TheLoves of Eliza !" > j

Of what did you say they convict-ed the doctor V 'Well, I don't knowexactly,but I suppose it was purgery.*

A burglar got into the house of alawyer the other day. After a terriblestruggle the lawyer succeeded in rob-bing him.

It is said that an lowa womandrank three quarts of cider in three

'minutes. After that she was quite becider herself.

It seems to me, f moaned Algernonas be flew toward the front gate withthe old man behind him, 'that thereare more than three feet in a yard.'

'Yes,' said Fogg, to the author ofan unknown new work, 'your book isperfect in its way. One fee's, whilereading it, as ifhe were in some royalcourt.' 'Does he V asked the author,with eagerness. 'Yes,' said Fogg;'there are so many sleepy pages in it,you know.'

Willie had been forbidden to askfor dessert.The other day they forgotto serve him, and as Willie is very o-bedient, he remfinad silent, althoughmuch affected. 'Josephine,' said thefather, 'pass me a plate.' 'Won't youhave mine, papa V said Willie ; 'lt isvery clean.'

A full-bearded grandfather recentlyhad bis beard shaved off, showing aclean face for the first time for a num-ber of years. At the dinner table hi 9three year old grand-daughter noticedit, gazed along with wondering eyes,and finally ejaculated : 'Grand-fat her, whose head you got on.'

They all Laughed."

A man woo seemed to be all legsand at least seven feet long halted apoliceman on Woodward avenue theother day aiid excitedly began: 'I wasturning the corner up there about tenminutes ago when I fell down ''Yes?-fell down,' repeated the officer. 'Hasany one a right to insult me for fall-ing down?' 'No sir.' 'Well, they didinsult me?a full dozen of them.When I got up one fellow was hang-ing to a lamp post and laughing as ifhe would die, and another was?''Yes?l see?ha !ha !ha ! Theycouldn't help it?ho ! ho ! ho ! it's thefunniest sight in the world !' 'Andyou, to, dura your buttons?you arelaughihg because I sprawled on thepavement!' 'Y-ycs?can't help it?--110 ! ho ! ho ! 'You a public officer,addinsult to injury, do you ?' 'No?no,that?but- -ha ha ha I can imaginejust how you walloped that icy spot!

It's too funny for?ha ha ha !' 'Sir,I'll report you!'Yes I know,but?hoho ho !' 'l'll have you dismissed!, 'Iknow it?of course?but o-o-oh ho hobo !' The long legged man made &

rush for the City Hall and entered theoffice of the Chief of Police just asthat ge 11tic man was laughing at a re-mark made bv a visitor. 'And youheard of it and are cracking, too 1'yelled the long-legged man, with greatindignation,and he turned and walkedout with his face as red as a toy wagonand his legs as stiff as crowbars.

Items of Interest.

In Delaware they select for Sheriffthe best fellow who has the greatestnumber of debts.

More than 350,000 skunk skinswere used in this country last season,each valued at fifty cents to $1.20.

A church in Connecticut by resolu-tion forbids its members to drink in-toxicating liquors, explicitly exceptinghard cider.

A Pennsylvanian would not trusthis money to banks, and placed $15,-000 in a wooden chest. The rats ateup $14,999_0f it.

A Georgia lady has entered a suitfor divorce on the ground that herhusband would not let her know thecombination of his safe.

A late Australian invention is amethod of adapting a saddle to vari-ous horses and securing a good fit byhaving a saddle pad inflated with air.

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