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CLOUDS.
Soft ana fleecy clouds above me
Scarcely seen» to move at all,
Yet are rolling, drifting, shifting,
Free from ev'iy sort of tiirall.
Sun-illumined, gray and silver,
Banked against the azure s k y -
On suel couches batted in nectar;
Might t i e gods from heaven lie.
Twiatea into shapes fantastic,
Frowning cliffs and towers high,
How I oft have gazed upon them
With a beauty-raptured eye I
Thoae light forms, so freely floating,
All my soul with longing All,
Pill it with a languid longing,
Tkat is out of reach of will.
Fill it with a restless longing,
For what things I know not well;
Fill it with a mournful longing
That no words can ever tell.
THE INYISIB1E GIItL.
am
L A N C A S T E R P R I C E S A T T HE
LITITZ DRUG STORE.
If you want a good piece of
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SHAVING SOAP,
Also, Electric, Hair, Tooth
Brushes.
So to the Drag Store.
and Sha _
rocket Books and Fancy Goods in great variety.
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lor both Ladies and Gentlemen. Leather covered,
HU»tia, Blectnc, and Hard Rubber
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Cork Shavings constantly on hand. Garden
Seeds the most reliable, at the
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B. F R A N K S L O U G H ,
Proprietor of
SORREL HORSE HOTEL,
49 and 51 WEST KING SKTEET,
LANCASTER, PA.:
Excellent accommodations for both man and
beast. apS-ly.
,WM. H. REGENNAS
Would hereby announce that be has opened •
new store near t&e
RAILROAD DEPOT, LITITZ,
where he has on hand and makes to order ail
kinds ot
Good Tinware,
at the Lowest Prices. All kinds ot work te or-der
and REPAIRING promptly »tended to.
SeeBag a n d Spouting a S p e t i s l t ri
Also,
PLUMBING, GAS AND BTBAM-FITTLK«,
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call.
SIT« him •
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A- B. REIDELBACH,
JUSTICE OF THE PEACE,
SURVEYOR AND CONVEYANCE»,
LITITZ. PA,
I am now prepared to do Surveying and Con-veyancing
in all its form. Papers carefully
and neatly drawn.
CLE! KING OF SALES, HEAL AND PHB60HAI*
Houses to Rent and for Sale.
Also,
Agest for VtvsUClass Ufa an« F ir
lasvriHNe Companies*
Having decided to finish the year in
Italy, I looked around me for a dwelling,
to be had upon, reasonable terms. I
found what I wanted in the outskirts of
the ancient city of Lucca, one of the
loveliest spots on the peninsula. The
house was quite new, and in every way
desirable, while the rent asked for it was
absurdly low. I questioned the agent
in regard to this circumstance. Having
my money safe, he could afford to be
truthful.
"There is nothing against the house
itself, but the grounds have the reputa-tion
of being haunted. Strange sounds
are said to be heard near that ledge of
roek in the gark yonder. We Italians
are superstitions, signor," he added,
with a bow, "but I presume to an
American a ghost is no objection."
"So Utttte," I replied, laughing, "that
I am obliged to yeu for the opportuni-ty
of making the acquaintance of this
one."
Such superstitions are common in
Italy, and the agent's story made very
little impression on me.
During a tour of inspection around
the premises I came upon the rock in
question. It consisted of two walls of
granite, perhaps 20 feet in height,meet-ing
at an oblique angle, covered over
their greater extent with wild vines. It
struck me as an exceedingly beautiful
nook, and appropriate for my hours of
out-door lounging.
On the following morning, provided
with a book and a cigar, I went thither,
and disposed myself comfortably in the
shade of an olive. I had beeame absorb-ed
in the volume, when I was Btartled
by th# sound of a voice near me. It was
evidently that of a woman, wonderfully
soft and sweet, singing one of the bal-lads
of the country. I could distinguish
the words as perfectly as if spoken at
arms' length from me.
I started up in amazement. I had no
visitors, and my only servant was an old
man. Nevertheless, I made a thorough
exploration of the neighborhood, and
satisfied myself that there was no one in
the grounds. The only public r.oad was
half a mile distant. The nearest dwell-ing
was directly opposite, across a level
plain—in sight, but far out of ear-shot.
I u a word, I could make nothing of it.
I observed that when I left my origi-nal
position under the olive, the voice
beoame instantly silent. It was only
within the oircumi'erence of a circle of
about two yards in diameter that it was
audible at all.
I t appeared to proceed from the angle
between the two walls of rock. The
minutest examination failed to reveal
amything but the bare rock. Yet it was
out of this bare rock that the voice is
sued.
I returned to my former station in
downright bewilderment. The agent's
story occured to me, but even now I at-tached
no weight to it. I am a practical
man, and was firmly convinced that
there must be some rational explanation
of the mystery,' it I could but discover
it. The voice was certainly that of a
young girl. But where was she? Was
the old fable of the wood nymph a truth
after all? Had I discovered a dryad em-bosomed
in the rock? I smiled scorn-fully
even as these fancies ran through
my head.
For more than half an hour the sing-ing
continued. Then it ceased, and
though I waited patiently for its renew-al,
I heard no more of it that day
When I returned to the house I made
no mention of the matter, resolving to
keep it to myself until I had solved the
mystery.
The next morning at an early hour I
returned to the spot. After a tedions
interval the singing began again. It
went softly and dreamily through one
verse of song then ceased. Presently I
heard a deep sigh, and then in a slow,
thoughtful tone, the voice said:
"Oh, how lonesome it is! Am I to
pass my whole life in this dreary place?"
There was no answer. Evidently the
person was only soliloquizing. Could
she hear me if I spoke, as I heard her?
supposing her to be a living at all. I
determined to hazard the experiment.
"Who is that speaKing?" I asked,
¿'or some minutes there was no reply;
then in a low, frightened whisper, the
voice said:
"What was it! I heard a voice."
"Yes," I answered; "you hear mine.
I spoke to you."
"Who are you?" asked the voice,trem-ulously;
"are you a spirit?"
" I am a living man," I returned.
"Can you not see ine?"
"No," answered the voice, " I can
only hear you. Oh, where are you!
Pray do not frighten me. Oome out of
your concealment and let me see you."
"Indeed, I don't wish to alarm you,"
I replied. "I am not hidden. I am
standing directly in front of the spot
whence .your voice seems to come.'1
"You are invisible," was the tremb-ling
answer. "Your voice comes to me
out of the air. Holy Yirgin! you must
be a spirit. What have I done to de-serve
this?"
"Have no fear of me, I entreat you, "
I »aid, earnestly. "It is as muoh of a
mystery to me as it is to you, I h#ar
you speak, but you are otherwise invisi*
ble."
"Are you a real living being?" asked
the voice, doubtfully. "Then why do I
not see you? Come to me. I will sit
here. I will not fly.
"Tell me where I am to come," I
said,
"Here in my garden in the arbor."
"There is no arbor here," I returned,
"only a solid rock out of which you seem
to be speaking."
"Saints protect me," answered thei
voice. " I t is too awful. I dare not stayl
here longer. Spirit or man, farewell. "|
"But you will come again," I pleaded
"Let me hear you speak once more.
Will .you not be hear at the same hour?"
I dare not—but yet your voice
sounds as if you would do me no harm.
Yes, I will come. "
Then there was utter silence—the
mysterious speaker had gone. I return-ed
home in a state of stupid wonder,
questioning myself if I had lost my
senses, and if the whole occurrence was
not a delusion. I was faithful to my
appointment with the yoice on the fol-lowing
morning, however. I had waited
but a few momenta, when the soft,
trembling accents broke the silence,
saying:
" I am here."
"And I, too," I answered; "I am
grateful to you for coming."
' I have not slept the whole night,"
said the voice, " I was so terrified. An
I doing wrong to come?"
"Are you still afraid of me?"
"Not exactly, but it is so strange."
"Will you tell me your name?"
" I don't know—Lenore. What is
yours?"
'George," I answered, imitating her
example and giving my lirst name only.
Shall we not be friends, Lenore?"
"Oh, yes," answered the voice with a
silvery peal of laughter. Evidently its
owner was getting over her fears.
"Don't be offended, George. It is so
strange—two people who cannot see
each other and perhaps never will, mak-ing
friends,
I will solve the mystery yet, Le
nore," I answered, "and find out what
you are. Would you be glfxl to see me
in my proper person?"
"Yes," she replied, " I should like to
see you."
"And I would give a great deal to see
you, Lenore. You must be very beau-tiful
if your face is like your voice.
"Oh, hush!" was the agitated answer.
" I t is not right to speak thus."
"Why not? Do you know, Lenore,
that if this goes on, I shall end by fall-ing
in love with you, though I neyer
see you."
"You are very audacious," was the
reply. "If you wera really here,before
me, I should punish you for it. As it
is, I am going new."
"But you will come again to-morrow,
Lenore?"
"If you will promise to be more dis-creet,
George, yes."
As may be imagined, I did not fail to
keep my engagement with my invisible
friend. For many consecutive days
these strange meetings continued. As
absurd as it may seem, the voice was be-ginning
to make a powerful impression
upon me. I felt ia its soft tones the
manifestation of a sweet, refined wo-man's
soul.
True, I had make no progress towards
unraveling the mystery. Nevertheless,
1 was confident that through some in-explicable
dispensation of Providcnce 1
had been permitted to hold communion
with a real, living woman, from an un»
known distance. She h a i not yet told
me more than her first name, and I did
not press her for more as yet. Her only
answer to my question as to where, she
waa, was " I n the garden." She did not
seem capable of grasping the fact that I
was not invisibly near her. She seemed
content with matters as they stood, and
for the present I could do no more.
I made no one my confidant as to my
daily occupation: first, because I knew
that I should be regarded as a madman
upon my mere statement of the facts,
and, next because I shrank from having
an auditor at my mysterous conferences.
Will it be believed? I was in love with
the invisible girl—in love with the
voice! Absurd, of course, but I am not
the first man who has falien in love with
a woman's voice. Besides I was confi-dent
that it was only a matter of time
before I should see the girl in person.
One day, towards the end of summer,
we had been talking, as usual, and I had
said: ' 'My stay in Italy is nearly over,
Lenore."
"Ah," was the quick reply, "you will
leave me, George."
•'No, Lenore." I answered, "not if
you wish me to stay."
"How oan I help it, George, whether
you go or stay? I have never seen you—
I never shall see you. What am I to
you?"
"All the world, Lenore," I answered.
"Ours has been a strange experience.
Without knowing each other as people
ordinarily do, we have yet been close
friends. You are more to me than a
friend. I love you, Lenore."
There was a quick, suppressed cry,no
other reply.
"Be truthful, Lenore. Tell me your
heart. If you love me, trust me to dis-cover
your whereabouts and come to
you. If you do not, say it and I will
spare you the pain of meeting me, j¡pd
let us never speak again."
There was a pause; then she tremu-lously
said:
" I have never seen you, but my heart
tells me to trust you. I know you are
good and noble, and I am willing to
leaye my fate in your hands. Yes,
George, I love you."
Even as she said the words she utter-ed
a cry of alarm. Then a gruff man's
voi"cGe os ptook ey:o ur room, Lenore, As to
this villain with whom you hare been
holding thane meetings, we shall soon
4md him and punish him as he deserves.
Search for the rascal, Antonio, and bring
him to me."
There was a quick trampling of feet
and the sound of crushing shubbery, as
if the men were breaking through it,
Then another man's voice spoke:
"He .has disappeared, your excel-lency."
"Very well, we shall find him yet He
cannot eseepe me. This is a fine piece
of business, surely—the daugh-ter
of Count Villani holding secret
meetings with some common vagabond.
Lenore shall take the veil."
"Yes," I cried, "the bridal veil,count.
1 shall pay my respects in person to-day."
Then leaving them to get over their
astonishment as best they might, I re-turned
to the house in high spirits.
The name, Count Yillani, had given me
the clew to the whereabouts of Lenore.
The dwelling of which I have spoken as
situated across the plain and opposite
the rock, was the residence of Count
Yillani. I had met the old gentleman
in the city and formed a speaking ac-quaintance
with him. As neither of us
had mentioned our private affairs, I had
no means of connecting his daughter
with my invisible girl.
That afternoon I presented myself to
the count, and after amazing him with
my story, which a few tests convinced
him was true, formally proposed for his
daughter's hand. As my wealth and
social position were well-known, he
offered no objections and his daughter
was sent for.
As she entered the room. I saw that
my idea of her had been less than true.
I had never seen so lovely a woman,nor
one who has so perfectly embodied my
highest conception of grace and beauty.
Her dark eyes, still wet with tears, met
mine enquiringly.
"Lenore," said I, " I have come as I
promised."
'George." she cried, with a radiant
smile, "is it you?"
"Are you disappointed?" I asked, "am
I what you expected?"
'You could not be more" she an-swered
naively, "you are no less.'"
"'Now that we meet as solid and mate-rial
beings," I continued, axe you wil-ling
to ratify the contract we made when
we were only voice, Lenore? Your
father gives us permission."
I t may be supposed that I received a
tisfactory answer, when the good-natured
count found it discreet to turn
away his eyes during my reception of it.
As to the strange circumstance which
was the means of uniting us, a series of
tests revealed a remarkable acoustic
property in the rock, by which persons
standing in certain positions with refer-ence
to it, were able to hear each other
with ease, more than a quarter of a mile
apart. It is a matter-of-fact solution of
the mystery, but Lenore and I are none
s grateful for the good offices of the
rook.
The Demon ia til» Sky.
One of the most interesting sights in
the sky, and one which can bo watched
without a telescope, is the variations in
the light of the star Algol, whose Arabic
name means the Demon. It is some-times
called the Winking Demon. This
wonderful star is now in a good po
sition for observation, being nearly
overhead at nightfall. I t is the brightest
of the little cluster called the Head of
Medusa, whieh, according to the old fa-ble,
Perseus carries in his hand as he
hurries to the rescue of Andromeda. For
a little over two days and a half Algol
»hines as a star of the second magnitude.
Then its light begins to fade, and in
about three hours and a third it sinks
to the fourth magnitude, glimmering so
feebly that a casual observer would be
unable to distinguish it from the faint
stars in its neighborhood. Thus it re-mains
for 18 minutes, and then begins
to brighten again, and in the same time
that it takes in growing dim, attains its
former brilliancy. From one minimum
to another is two days 20 hours and
nearly 49 minutes. There will not be
another minimum visible on this longi-tude
early in the evening until February
18 at 8 o'clock and 24 minutes.
The fact that a star thus brightens
and grows dim at regular intervals is ia
itself wonderful,but it appears all the
more wonderful when we are told that
Algol is a sun,probably larguj than ours
having an enormous dark body revolving
aiound it at tremendous speed. Some
astronomers think that this mysterious
body will fall into the star, produc-ing
an outburst of light and heat that
would be fatal to any living beings who
might exist within millions of miles of
that distantsun. Sucii a catastrophe would
be visible to us in the sudden increase
of splendor in the star.
Fugitive Inks.
The aniline violet pencils now exten-sively
used in this country, as well as
inks made of the same coloring matter,
must be understood to produce writing
of a very fugitive character; well enough
perhaps, for amatory correspondence,
which, in order to be in character with
the feeling that prompts it, is possibly
better to be of a somewhat transient
kind. It is, however, different with
most writing, and permanence is com-monly
recognized as an essential charac-teristic;
and, as we have said, this quali-ty
does not belong to inks of the aniline
violet series. A druggist whom we know
found out this to his cost. He labeled
some of his bottles with purple ink of a
most telling brilliancy, but some time
after was much surprised to find that
not a trace of the writing was to be seen.
The light effectually bleaches the aniline
and we have noticed that exposure in
damp place produces the same efieet.
A I'enn«ylY»nla StaSe.
'•All aboard for the Limestone Ridge
Limited Express!" Travel between New-port,
on the Pennsylvania Railroad, and
New Germantown, Pennsylvania, a dis-tance
of thirty miles, is conducted by
means of the primitive stage coach. The
order to board came from the lusty
lungs of Zach Bice, who comes of a
family of stage drivers, his father, Zaeh-ariah
Rice, Sr., and his brotherà before
him having driven the same route for
"nigh on to forty years or more." The
"express" is an uncqHith, box-like ve-hicle,
with blood-red panneled sides
running gears the color of yellow ochre,
and an enormous leather boot in the
reax for storing^mail pouches, Saratogas
and other luggage. Sixteen passengers
ean be packed like herrings into the
coach which is sometimes dragged by
four horses and sometimes by two. Fiye
miles toward sun-set New Bloomfield is
reached, a country town, with a popu-lation
of seven hundred and sixty, which
requires four newspaper to keep it alive—
a Hreculean task that none but news-papers
could accomplish.
Not long ago a reorganization and
election of officers of the People's Freight
Railway Company ^occurred. This com-pany
was chartered by the last Legis-lature
under the old Constitution, and
is one of the many projected lines from
New York to the West. The suryeyed
route crosses the Delaware at a point
near Trenton . N. J . , and passes through
the countief Bucks, Montgomery,
Berks, Lebanon, Dauphin, Perry, Hun-tington,
Bedford, Somerset, Westmore-land,
Allegheny and Washington, in
this State. By reason of the fact that
over fifty thousand dollars were expen-ded
in grading a portion of the road the
charter has been kept alive. The fin-ancial
crisis of 1873 stopped work, but
recently new life has been infused there-in.
The officers elected are H. H.
Bechtel, president; Jacob L. Markel
secretary; James H. Graham, J r . , soli-citor;
O. H, P. Ryder, George F. Ens-minger,
W. F. Sadler, Hon. James H.
Graham, H. H. Bechtel and John M.
fcfmith, directors. The name of the com-pany
was ohangedto "The Pennsylvania
Midland Railway Company." The cor-poration
rights and franchises under the
charter being very liberal, negotiations
for their sale to Issac B. Hymer, of
New York and Council Bluffs Railroad,
are now in progress.
The work of locating the South Penn-sylvania
Railroad, which runs parallel
with and crosses and reerosses the Peo-ple's
Freight from Marysville, on the
Pennsylvania Central, through Sher-man's
Valley to the Broad Top regions,
is how being vigorously prosecuted by
two corps of engineers. Naturally the
excitement among residents along the
proposed route, many of whom have
never seen a locomotive or heard its
soporific shriek is intense.
Again to the westward twelve miles
by the same primitive mode of locomo-tion,
passing en route through a fertile
valley, bustling villages and one of the
most reliable agricultural districts in the
State, where the farmers invest five dol-lars
for rearing palatial barns for hous-ing
crops and protecting stock to one
dollar expended on their private res
dences the little village is reached. A
tramp of a mile to the northward and the
solitary traveler stands amid the almost
buried ruins of an old fort erected by
the early settlers of Cumberland (now
Perry) county in pre-revolutionary times
to which with their families they could
flee for the better protection of their
lives from the oit-repeated and oft-time
deathly assaults of the aborigines, upon
whose domain ttiey were encroaching
and battling for supremancy. as is attest-ed
by thè mounds in the vicinity which
mark, the graves of the Indian braves.
The fort were erected in 1740 and was
of unusuaj dimensions for its day. Its
site was on a bluff commanding a good
view of the surrounding coutrry and is
on the farm of Andrew Troy. It was
fashioned after the bloek houses in
vogue at that early day and surmounted a
deep excavation which has been nearly
filled up with stones and other debris
hauled from adjacent fields.
Within sight of the fort stood the old
Presbyterian kirk erected by the Scotch
Irish and German settlers in 1766. As
the neighborhood was but sparesely set-tled
at the time of which I write the
people came many miles to worship God
in the rude structure dedicated to the
advancement of His kingdom on earth
The local antiquarians are antagonistic
in".their description of^the kirk, yet all
agree that it was a log structure, quaint
and curious,' The first pastor was Rev.
John Linn who died in 1820. It is said
of Mr. Linn that he exerted a most
wonderful influence througout the entire
western end of the county in his day
and generation, and as he moved among
his parishioners in later years was in-variably
spoken of as "one of those hills
nearest Heaven," The remodeled church
stands on the site of the old kirk, and
although its situation in midwinter ap-pears
bleak and desolate in the extreme
jt is one of matchless loveliness in the
spring and summer time, when its flow-ers
come shyly out in all their «esthetic
beauty; when its sloping banks and
broad avenues aie carpeted in delicate
emerald and wooded by oaks which
tower above all surroundings like Cyelo-pian
giant. It would seem that here,
if anywhere on earth the worship of
God could be conducted in all the beauty
and simplicity of holiness. The church
edifice overlooks an old graveyaxd, in
-which reposé the remains of many who
were identified with the settlement of
the county, not a few of whom bore his-toric
names. The oldest engraved head-stone
bears the inscription: "Martha
Robertson, died December 22, 1766,
aged 81 years," although there are many
more antiquated.
CAKE OF SHEEP.—Keep sheep dry under
toot. This is even more necessary than
roofing them.
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To the Matinee,
"Bye, bye, tootsie."
"So long, my angsl."
Esmeralda Higgins kissed her hand
to Vivian Buckingham — the white
shapely hand that he had held so
tenderly within his own broad palm the
night before as he stood in the hallway
and whispered to her willing ear the
words that told of his great love for hor
—whispered them softly and with a ten-der
cadence that added to their earnest-ness.
He had come back this bright
June morning to see if she was still true
to him—still kept enshrined in her heart
the love he had so freely given her, and
she had told him again that henceforth
her every thought should be of the
solemn tie that bound t h em together.
When he had gone Esmeralda entered
the house, and taking a piece of chew-ing
gum from the toe of a bronze figure
of Mercury that stood in t h e parlor bay
window, went about her daily duties
with a feeling of intense, peaceful joy
in her heart and a heelless shoe on her
left foot.
"Yes, he will soon be mine—all
mine," she said softly to herself. "I
shall bask in the sunshine of his smiles
and taste the nectar of his rich clinging
kisses. Ah! life for me will indeed be
happy when a mitred priest hath made
me Vivian's wife"—a nd, seating herself
at the piano, she ran her taper fingers
carelessly over the keys, and there roll-ed
forth upon the fresh morning air the
sensuous measures of "Papa's Bunion's
Better Now. "§Suddenly she shifted the
cut, and before Pansy Perkins, who had
entered the house unperceived and
stood in the parlor door-way, could
eak, Esmeralda had glided in the
weirdly beautiful symphony of J minor,
"Since Terrence Joined the Gang."
When she paused the tears stood in
Pansy's eyes—the tone poem m the see-ond
verse had been to much for her sen-sitive
nature. "Do not play that again,"
she said, stepping into the room. "You
know I am subject to fits."
Esmerelda kissed her tenderly and
held out a piece of chewing-gum,
"Thanks, darling," said Pansy, "but
I have sworn off."
"Sworn off?" asked Esmerelda, "and
may I ask why?"
The pink suffusion of a blush stole
into Pansy's check. "Because Vivian
asked me to," she replied.
"Vivian who?"—the words came from
Esmeralda quickly.
'•Why, Vivian Buckingham; I am en-gaged
to him you know."
"You are engaged to Vivian Bucking-ham?"
said Esmeralda, an ashy paleness
overspreading her face. "And may 1
ask since when?"
"Why, certainly," replied Pansy.
We have been engaged since last eve-ning.
He came to the house quite late
and proposed. I ran over here on pur-pose
to tell you about it."
" I congratulate you," said Esmeral -
da, but her voice was unsteady.
"Well, I must go now," said Pansy,
and kissing Esmeralda^just forward of
her left ear, she departed.
The stricken woman sat alone, All
around her was evidences of the wealth
that should make one happy, but her
heart was desolate.
'•He's a daisy," she muttered slowly,
"but he has broken my heart."
Looking Up, she saw her mother
standing in the doorway. "Can you
find my crimping irons, ma?" she asked.
" I think so," responded the mother.
"Well. I want them. My heart is
broken, and I am going to the matinee."
Walter Scott's Piano.
At a marriage which took plaee in
Edinburgh a short time ago, the pre-sents
received by the bride embraced an
old piano, prized as having been a gift
to her mother's family, as far back as
the year 1817, from Sir Walter Scott. It
was understood to have been t h e instru-ment
on which Sir Walter's daughters,
Anne and Sophia, had received their
first instruction in music: but having
only 36 notes, it had been replaced by
a more moderate piano suitable to their
advancement. It is of the spinet form,
and looked, at the date referred to, as
if it had belonged to the middle of the
last century, the name it bore being
"John & Hugh Watson, Edinburgh,
makers, from London." For twelve
years the piano again did good service
in the school-room, but was again de-posed
to meet the requirments of the
advanced pupils. Yet it retained an
honored place in the heart, especially
of one who enjoyed the friendship and
confidence of Scott, before he was rec-ognized
as the author of Waverly. It
was always apoken of as Old Sir Wal-ter,"
and accompanied its owners in
many changes long after it had ceased
to "discourse sweet music;" though,
sooth to say, for many years it occupied
the place of a lobby table. In 1854 the
instrument descended to the second
generation, which necessitated a long
and weary journey. Age had brought
infirmities and very shaky legs, but no
better refuge was forthcoming than the
corner of a bathroom. Here it remained
undisturbed until 1872, when another
change brought it back to Edinburgh,
when, alas! the new owner could not
afford even standing room. An asylum
was sought in the relic-rooin of the
Scott monument, but the piano was
deemed too®)arge for admission. Only
one alternative remained—that of ampu-tation.
The legs were taken off, and for
nine years dangled from the roof of a
butler's pantry, while the honored trunk
•was deposited under as a bed. Now the
instrument, as a heirloom, descends to
the third generation, and brighter days
are apparently in store. Incased in a
warm coat of olive green, curiously em-broidered
in many colors of needle-work,
it is to be promoted to a place of diss-»
tinction, and will stand within hearing
of such music as may well make its old
bones "dirt,"
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An Old tlglithoasc.
Few peopla imagine, when they pass
the trim, white tower rising from the cen-ter
of the evergreen cedars on Sandy
Hook, that they are looking at the first
lighthouse that was built in the United
States. How many storm-tossed sailors
have looked with anxious eyes for its
welcome light? How countless the nights
its rays have flashed out over the storm-lashed
or ice-laden Atlantis. What in-numerable
gales have whistled by its
walls; what old fashioned square-sterned
ships it has guided into port; what scenes
of shipwreck it has witnessed during its
lifetime.
This lighthouse was erected in 1762,
and is therefore 119 years of age. It is
constructed of granite, and rises to a
height of 100 feet, exclusive of the lan-tern.
The original illuminating appara-tus
cosists of 17 old-fashioned lamps,
somewhat resembling the" German stu-dent
lamp, each provided with a large
silverplated reflector. They are arranged
in three circular tiers in the lantern. The
lantern was a solid structure of iron and
glass, securely bolted to the top of the
tower. It had a diameter of ten feet,
and a height of 12 feet, with a dome-shaped
roof, surmounted with a braaen
image of a British dragon.
When the Revolution broke out the
lighthouse became the rendeavous of
bands of refugees, who fortified it while
in the bay. They kept a number of small
swift vessels, and from time to time they
sallied forth up the surrounding rivers
on foraging expeditions.
At the close of the Revolution it of
course fell into the hands of the United
States government, and one of the first
official acts of President Washington
was to write a letter to the keeper of
Sandy Hook Light, asking him to main-tain
the light until Congress could pro-vide
for its continuance.
During the war of 1812 tha govern-ment
built a small log fort, about 300
yards north of the tower, and the decay-ed
ruins can be seen yet.
At that time large numbers of soldiers
were encamped on Sandy Hook, and the
scattered remains of their bake ovens
can yet foe seen in close proximity to the
lighfchQ®He.
I n 1864 the wooden stairs and land-ings
became so decayed that the depart-ment
determined to rebuild it. Then
the old stairs were torn down, and re-placed
with a spiral iron stairway, and
iron window sash replaced the decayed
wooden ones. The old lantern was also
taken off and replaced by one of smaller
siae, and a copper ball was substituted
for the British dragon. A large Fresnel
Lens, imported from Franoe, was put in
position, while a mechanical lamp of
great brilliancy was substituted for the
old lamps.
The massive iron door with which
the entrance to the tower had been closed
was removed. It was constructed of
iron plates J inch in thiokness, thickly
rilled with heavy bars of the same ma-
The workmen, in excavating to exam-ine
the foundations, found at the depth
of 12 feet a small circular room formed
by the wall of the tower. In it was a
rude fire place. What it has been used
for nobody knows, and probably never
will know. Human bones were found
scattered around j on the floor. It had
the appearance of having been used as
dungeon, although there was HO en-trance
from the top of the room, it being
covered with heayy stone flagging, and
forming the ground floor of the tower,
On ascending to the top of the towei
a magnificent panorama is spread out be-fore
the eyes. To the northward are
the narrows, with their lofty headlands,
crowned with fortifications, with New
York in the distance, while to tha west-ward
are the fertile fields of Monmouth
county. To the eastward lies the illimit-able
Atlantic, with all New York's vast
oommerce passing and repassing before
the spectator, while almos at the base of
the tower are the ruins of the old fort.
At the foot of the tower, and connect-ed
with it by a passageway is the dwell-ing
of the keeper and his family. It is
a rambling sort of ajstructure of brick
and stone.
When this lighthouse was erected, it
was the most important in the country,
but since the Highland lights have been
built, it has taken second placed Birds
of different kinds'frequently dash them-selves
against the windows of the lanteen,
being attracted by th® dazgling light.
The windows are of French plate glass,
inoh in thickness, otherwise they would
s®onbe broken®
Although well into its second century-the
old tower is in as good oondition as
the day it was built, Some idea of its
strength may be derived from the fact
that the walls are ten feet in thiokness.
At the base the most furious hurricane
never causes the slightest jar,
African f i s h.
A writer from Morocco says the siae
and quality of the shad in Morocco far
exceed any that are caught in the
United States, the Azamore river here,
like ttie Connecticut river, producing
the largest and best fish. When I first
came here I purchased a camel load
from the Azamore river to salt down.
They had been brought from a distance
of forty miles and cost me about four
teen cents each. There were sixty-four
shad in the load and among them I
found some that weighed eleven pounds.
Not one of them weighed less than six
pounds. Their flavor is excellent. I
have been informed by people here that
they have seen shad caught in the Aza-more
river that weighed fourteen
pounds, and I believe it. The salting of
the shad with theiatention to keep them
over the year as we do is a failure. They
are so extraordinarily fat that in a few
months they begin to rust and have an
unpleasant taste. No doubt the Warm
climate is one of the causes oi this.
The shad are never taken out of tha
ountry.