Show THE PEEP O DAI— A UTEItABT nil mist —no hearing no seeing no thinking no feeling — the brig the sea my own self the whole world all gone together After what I’ve just told yoti I know nothing and remember nothing till I woke’ up fas it seemed to me in a comfortable bed with two rough and ready men like myself sitting on each side of my pillow and a gentleman standing watching me at the foot of the bed 'It!was about seven in the morning My sleep (or what seemed like my ' 'sleep to me) had lasted better than "eight months — I was among my own countrymen in the island of Trinidad — the men at each side of me were my keepers’ turn and turn aboht— and the gentleman standing at the foot of the bed was the doctor What I said and did in those eight months X never have known and never slialb I woke out of it as if it had been one long sleep — that’s all I know or It was another more before the doctor thought it safe to answer the questions I asked ' ! two-month- him The brig had been anchored just as I had supposed off apart of the coast which was lonely enough to make the Spaniards pretty sure of no interruption so long as they managed their murderous work qui-- J etly under cover of night My life had not been saved from the shore hut from the sea An American vessel becalmed in the offing had made out the brig as the sun rose and the captain having his time on his hands in consequence of the calm and seeing a vessel anchored where no vessel had any reason to be had manned one of his boats 'and sent his mate with it to look a little closer into the matter and bring back a rqport of what he saw What he saw when he and his men found the brig deserted and boarded her was a gleam of candlelight through the chink in the hatchway The flame was within about h a thread’s breadth of the when he lowered himself into the hold and if he had not had the sense And coolness to cut the match in two with his knife slow-matc- before he touched the candle he and his men might have been blown up along with the brig as well as me The match caught and turned into sputtering red Are in the very act of putting the candle out and if the communication with the powder barrel had not been cut off the Lord only knows what might have ' happened vhat became of the Spanish-schooneand the pilot I have nev- - er heard from hat day to this As brig the Yankees took licr as they took me to Trinidad and claimed their salvage and got it I hope for their own sakes I was landed Just in the same state as when they rescued me from the brig that is to say’ clean out of my senses But please to remember it was a long time ago and take my word for it I vas discharged cured as I have told you Bless your hearts I’m all right now as you may see I’m a little shaken by telling the story ladies and gentlemen — a little shaken that’s all wiry-heade- THE WEONGSJ)FTHE POOE BY ERNEST JONES We’re lovr ive’re low mere rabble vre know But at our plastic power The mould at the lordlmafs foot will grow Iuto palace church and tower Theij prostrate tall in the rich man’s hall And cringe at the rich man’s doer We’re not too low to build the walls Bat too low to tread the door W e’ro lowT we’re low we’re very very low Yet from our fingers glide silken dew aud the robes that glow’ The ’ Itcuud the limbs of the sons of pride And what we get and what wo give We know and wo know our share We're not too low the cloth to weave Butoo low the cloth to wear 4 — We’re not too low the grain to grow But too 16 w the brcuh to cat down we go so very very low hell of the deep sunk mines gather the proudest gems that glow When tiie crown desppt shines And when’er he lacks upon our backs Fresh loads he deigns to lay We’re far too low to vote the tax But not too low to pay We’re low we’re low we’re very very low And yet when the trumpets ring The thrust of a poor man’s arm will go To the heart of the proudest king W e’re lowj we’re low and our place we know We’re only the rank and file We’re not too low to fight the foe But too low ttytouch the soil Down To the we Music in Everything— Tho elements of music arc in everything around us they are found in every part of creation: in the chirpings of the feathered choristers of nature in the voices or calls of various animals in the melancholy sound of the waterfall or the wild roar of the waves in the hum or the of the distant multitudes in concussion of sonorous bodies the winds alike when the dying cadence falls lightly on the ear as it agitates the trees of the forest and when the hurricane sweeps around All these contain the rudiments of harmony and may be easily supposed to have furnished the minds of intelligent creatures with such ideas of sound as time ainlthe accumulated observation of succeeding ages could not fail to improve into a system Judgment — Is ever let it be forgotten that there is scarcely a single moral action of a single man ot which other men can have such a knowledge in its ultimate grounds its surrounding incidents and the rcaReterminiiig causes of its merits as to warrant thefr pronoun $ing a ccftplusivo judgment upon it - — — Clotujxg — Man is the only animal that is by nature destitute of covering and the' only one that can clothe itself Hence man is adapted to all seasons and all climates Hb can adapt the warmth or lightness of his covering to the temperature of life dwelling Had he been born with a fleece on his hack although he might have been comforted by its warmth in the high er latitudes it would have oppressed him by its weight at the equator The clothing of many animals changes by a natural turn with their necessities and it is well known that the fur is much tliickned by the approach of winter so that what art does for man nature does for those animals that are incapable of art We plough and sow we’re so very very low That we delve in the dirty clay Till we bless the plain with the golden grain And the vale with the fragrant hay Our place we know we’re so very lovr ’Tis down at the landlord’s fbet IS r F ACINATION—r It is mv firm belief that certain individuals possess an inherent power or facina-tio- n over certain creatures othef-- wise I should be unable to account for many feats which I have witnessed and indeed borne a share in connected with the taming of brutes and reptiles I have known a savage and vicious mare whose stall it was dangerous to approach even when hearing provender web come nevertheless with every appearance of pleasure an uncouth d man with a frightfully seamed face and an iron hook supplying the” place of his right hand — one wlioin the animal had never seen before playfully bite his hair and cover his face with gentle and endearing kisses p and 1 have already stated how a viper would permit without resentment one child to take it up in his hand whilst it showed its dislike to the approach of another by the fiercest hissings Philosophy can explain many strange things but there are some which are a far pitch above her and this is one — Lemngro for-th- But 47 MAGAZINE: — Temperance and Mental ' is nothing good re ENEETION-Thewritten under the inspiration of t drink Burns did not write the “ Cottar’s Saturday Night” Byron did not write “Cliilde' Harolde” under the inspiration of drink — Our best writers have been sober Sheridan might be an exmen ception among the latter but even Sheridan sobered himself to com- His very jokes pose his speeches were elaborated when sober and in secret to be let off over the bottle or exploded in the house as if they wero the inspiration ot the moment Our hardest working public men have always )ocn sober man ' |