Denison Daily News. (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 274, Ed. 1 Sunday, January 12, 1879 Page: 4 of 8
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DKNISON,
SUNDAY MOKNING.
FORESIGHT OF FATE.
Mother and oliild walk In a path oI flower*,
Through u bright garden tenilod by the Ilotra
From gentlo blossoms, fragrant-hearted
tliero.
Birds, singing, lilt the child's heart Into air.
Homo dreadful llonse before them grows, un-
known ;
A ghostly grated casement stares from stone I
Whence oarne tUoJphantom? What enclmni
ment wild?
Tho mother sees it not, nor can the child.
JLo, some lost face, haunting with dreamy
glare
Tho darkness, looking through the darkness
there!
How strange if he, lost to himself within,
Were that same child, pure as a rose from sin;
And if that face, through thoso fleroe bars
oglare
Saw the same child cling to that mother's
care I
—John Jamca Piatt.
CAPT. WHITFIELD'S PROTEGE.
The Man who was l!ehin<l the Scenes when
Commodore Perry was in Japan.
[From the Sailors' l^agazine.]
A Japanese sailor named John Man-
gero, in company with two of his coun-
trymen, named Denzu and Goeman,
was wrecked off the Island of Niphon,
about 1840. For six months they man-
aged to sustain life on a barren island.
They were rescued by Capt. Whitfield,
commanding a New Bedford ship, and
carried to Honolulu. Hero Mangero's
two companions remained; but John
was taken by Capt. Whitfield to the
United States, where he was taught the
trade of a cooper, and was placed in a
school at Fair haven, Mass, where he
quickly attained proficiency in our lan-
guage, and, among other studies, gave
special attention to navigation. The
expenses of his schooling, etc., were
borne by the Captain who had originally
rescued him and who felt a strange in-
terest in his protege.
In 1849, Mangero, then about 25, sail-
ed for California. His success at the
mines was not great; and, very soon,
he took passage for the Sandwich Is-
lands, where he met my friend Chap-
lain Damon.
His first act was to deposit with the
chaplain all his money—sixty dollars.
After a few days of wandering about
town, he visited the chaplain again,who,
observing a peculiar depression in his
look and manner, inquired its cause.
Mangero then told him that he was
homesick; that he had an inexpressible
desire to see his native land. In vain
did his good friend urge the dangers of
such a venture. To the remark, "Why
John, your people will take your head
off if you go back," he only replied, "I
am anxious to go."
The chaplain asked him if he had ma-
tured any plans, when the young Japa-
nese said: "I have. If 1 can get a
Sood whale-boat, a sextant, 'Bow-
itch's Navigator,' and a barrel of
bread, and some Captain will take me
near to any of the islands of my coun-
try, and put me over the ship's side,
with my boat, I will take the chances."
Chaplain Damon started out with a
subscription paper, explaining to his
friends the desire of this poor foreign
boy to go with his two countrymen upon
this strange expedition. In a little
while he had secured $150, which, with
the $60, was deemed sufficient. This
money the chaplain invested in a good
whale boat, a copy of "Bowditch's
Navigator," a sextant, and a barrel of
hard bread.
Just at this time there appeared at
Honolulu the American bark Sarah
Boyd, Capt. Whitmore, master, bound
from Mazatlan to Shanghai. His route
would be naturally in the direction Man-
gero desired to take. Chaplain Damon
went aboard, told the Captain that he
had three passengers for him, explained
the particulars of the case, and urged
him to incommode himself with the
party and their luggage, and the result
was the warm-hearted sailor consented;
and on the 17th of December, 1850, John
Mangero and his companions left Hono-
lulu in the Sarah Boyd.
Nine years rollea by; but in vain
were inquiries made of various ship-
masters and others that visited Honolu-
lu concerning John Mangero. Mean-
time, Commodore Perry had, with his
fleet, visited Japan and made the fa
mous treaty by which the ports of that
country were opened to the nations;
and, as a result, Japan emerged from a
condition of xneduuval stagnation to
that of the magnificent enterprise she
now exhibits. Once again, upon the
return of Perry's fleet, its officers were
questioned as to any tidings from Mon-
gero, but none had heard of him.
In May, 1860, the Japanese corvette
Candinmarrah, which had been commis-
sioned to carry presents from the Gov-
ernment of Japan to the Goverment of
the United States, on her way to San
Francisco, touched at the port of Hon-
olulu. Imagine the suprise of Dr. Dam-
on, when, in an imperial office, with the
rank of Captain in the Japanese Navy,
and acting interpreter for the Govern-
ment, wearing his two swords to desig-
nate his official status, he recognized his
young friend of the whaleboat, John
Mangero.
Capt. Mangero related that the pas-
sage toward .Japan was ueventful until
they reached the vicinity of the Great
Loochoo Islands. At this point, in ful-
fillment of the agreement, the whale-
boat was launched, and he and his com-
panions parted company with the Sarah
Boyd and her master. Land was in
sight about five miles distant, and after
ten hours of hard rowing, the shore
was reached, and found to be inhabited
They were unable to understand the
language spoken, the natives were sus-
picious of them, and endeavored in va-
rious ways to ascertain their nationality,
until their Japanese origin was made
out satisfactorily by the manner in which
they used their chop-sticks in eating the
rice furnished to them.
They were carried before the King of
Loochoo, who detained them in his
service for six months, treating them
kindly. At the expiration of this time
they were placed in a junk and taken to
the Island of Kiusiu. Here they were
kept for 48 days, being carried before
tho Prince of the island, who made in-
telligent inquiries of them about Amevi-
ca, .A mericans, and the manner in which I
they had been treated while sojourning |
in the United States.
From this island they were conveyed I
to Nagasaki, all this time and subse-
quently being under surveillance, on
account of having been out of tho coun-
try.
Thirty months wore spent here; not
in prison, but deprived of the liberty of
free locomotion. But at length permis-
sion was accorded to Mangero to visit
his home for three days and three
nights. Upon his return, he was re-
moved to Yeddo, and there was invested
with the dignity of an official with two
swords, liis whaleboat had been car-
ried to Yeddo, and his first commission
was to build for his Government a
number of those boats. For this pur-
pose he was furnished with all the work-
men required, and laboriously taking
the whaleboat apart, rivet by rivet, ana
plank by plank, these skilful Oriental
imitators made duplicates of them, and
successfully simulated the American
model. The old whaleboat is now in
the Japanese workshop in Yeddo.
This work completed, Mangero was
next ordered to make a translation in
Japanese of Bowditch's Navigator, Lo-
garithms, etc. Again he was furnished
with assistants, copyists, etc., and was
some years employed in this tedious
but important work. Altogether 20
copies were prepared j the original of
which by Mangero is in the possession
of tho Japanese Government..
Suoh, in substance, was the story vol-
unteered by Capt. Mangero, and receiv-
ed with unspeakable interest by Chap-
lain Damon. At length the latter said:
" Captain, pray tell me where you were,
and what you were doing when Com-
modore Perry was in Japan?" Here-
plied. " I was in a room adjoining that
in which the interview took place be-
tween Perry and the Imperial Commis-
sioners ; I was not allowed to see or to
communicate with any of the Ameri-
cans ; but each document sent by Com-
modore Perry was passed to me to be
translated into the Japanese before it
was sent to the imperial authorities;
and the replies thereto were likewise
submitted to me to be translated into
English before they were sent to Com-
modore Perry."
In gratitude to Dr. Damon, Capt.
Mangero insisted on presenting him two
articles which he said he most valued of
all of his possessions, namely, one of
his swords of office (a blade over 400
years old), and the only copy in
Japanese of " Bowditch's Navi-
gator," which he had retained
for himself. These articles I have per-
sonally inspected, and I pronounce the
copy of " Bowditch" to be one of the
most beautiful specimens of hand-print-
ing I have ever seen. It was on exhibi-
tion at our Centennial, and was admired
by thousands, few of whom guessed its
notable history.
With a word further, I leave the sub-
ject of this sketch. In the year 1870
one of three Commissioners appointed
by Japan to observe the conduct of the
war between Germany and France was
Capt. John Mangero, II. N. On his
homeward journey he stopped at Fair-
haven to visit and thank his early friend,
Capt. Whitfield, for his kindness to him.
The last news of him was brought in
1876 by the corvette Tskubau Kaw,
Capt. T. Y. Ito, who reports him as
still living in Japan.
GREELEY AN1) TAYLOR.
ltepubltslied Reminiscences of tlie For-
mer by the Latter.
[Bayard Taylor, in the New York Tribuno.]
My own intercourse with him (Horace
Greeley), though often interrupted by
absence or divergence of labor, was
frank at the start, and grew closer and
more precious with every year. In all
my experience of men, I have never
found one whose primitive impulses re-
vealed themselves with such marvelous
purity and sincerity. His nature often
seemed to me as crystal-clear as that of
a child. In my younger and more sen-
sitive clays, he often gave me a transient
wound; but such wounds healed with-
out a scar, and I always found, after-
ward, that they came from the lance of
a physician, not from the knife of an
enemy.
I first saw Mr. Greeley in June, 1844,
when I was a boy of 19. I applied to
him for an engagement to write letters
to the Tribune from Germany. His re-
ply was terse enough. "No descriptive
letters!" he said; " I am sick of them.
When you have been there long enough
to know something, send to me, and, if
there is any thing in your letters, I will
publish them." I waited nearly ayear,
and then sent 17 letters, which were
published. They were shallow enough,
I suspect; but what might they not have
been without his warning?
Toward the end of 1847, while I was
engaged in the unfortunate enterprise of
trying to establish a weekly paper at
Phoenixville, Pa., I wrote to him—fore-
seeing the failure of my hopes—asking
his assistance in procuring literary work
in New York. lie advised me (as I sus-
pect he has advised thousands of young
men), to stay in the country. But I had
stayed in the country, and a year too
long; so another month found me in
New York, in his office, with my story
of disappointment, and my repeated re-
quest for his favorable influence. " I
think you are mistaken," he said; " but
I will bear you in mind, if I hear of any
chance."
Six weeks afterward, to my groat sur-
prise (for I supposed he had quite for-
gotten me), he sent for me and offered
n e a place on the Tribune. I worked
hard and incessantly during the summer
of 1848, hearing never a word of com-
mendation or encouragement; but one
day in October he suddenly came to my
desk, laid his hand on my shoulder, and
said: "You have been faithful; but
now you need rest. Take a week's
holiday, and go into New England." I
obeyed, and found, on my return, that
he had ordered my salary to be in-
creased.
I think none of his associates at that
time ever wrote a line which he did not
critically read. His comments some-
times seemed rough, but they were al-
ways wholesome and almost invariably
just. Once he called me into his room,
fiointed to a poem of mine which had
ust appeared in a literary magazine,
and abruptly asked: "Why did you
publish that gassy stuff?" My indigna-
tion was even greater than my astonish-
ment. I retorted, fiercely: " Mr. Gree-
ley, I should feel hurt by your question,
if L had any respect whatever for your
judgment in regard to poetry!" He1
smiled a sad, forgiving smile, and said
nothing. Years afterward, I saw that
he was right; the poem was only apiece
of sounding rhetoric, for which "gassy"
was perhaps a coarse but certainly not1
an inappropriate epithet. In this, as in
other respects, the discipline to which
he subjected mo, was excellent; if not ■
the result of intellectual perception, it'
manifested an instinct oven more re-1
markable.
Two pictures, equally illustrative of
the man, remain with me from that first
year. One, an afternoon in the little
editorial office under the roof; Mr. Gree-
ley bending over the yellow transfer-pa-
per on which tho telegrapic dispatches
were written. Tho light from the window
fell upon the top of nis bald head,which
presented its full circumference to me
as he leaned down. I was looking at
it, vacantly, when I saw a fiery scarlet
fiush rise from his neck and temples
like a wave and flood the while crown.
The next moment he rose, threw back
his head, and uttered a fearful shriek.
For a minute, nearly, I thought him
mad. He flung his hands up and down,
cried: "It has come! It has come!"
and laughed in a half delirious ecstacy.
It was the news of the passage of the
Wilmot Proviso.
Another day, his little son Arthur,
whose exquisite features, blue eyes, and
golden hair remain in my memory as a
more angelic apparition than any cher-
ub-face which Raphael ever painted,
came into the office to meet him on his
return from a journey. When he saw
the boy he gave a similar shriek, caught
him under the arms, tossed him aloft,
and finally clasped him to his breast
with a wordless outcry of passionate
love and joy, so intense that I almost
shuddered to hear it. I felt then that I
had caught one of the clews to a correct
understanding of his nature; that he
was "dowered with a love of love,"
which, in this reticent world, feels itself
to be something akin to weakness, and
often feigns its opposite in order to mask
its presence. He did not see, nor do
the most so endowed see, that it equally
belongs to the strength of strength.
I have had many differences of opin-
ion with Mr. Greeley, but I can consci-
entiously declare that there was none
of them which did not finally draw me
closer to him. A little more than a year
ago he published an article which I
thought unjust to a government oificial
who is an intimate personal friend of
mine. I wrote to him at once, object-
ing to his views, and claiming, at least,
a suspension of judgment. He replied,
giving his reasons for the unfriendly
criticisms, yet, as I thought, according
too little weight to my contrary repre-
sentations. I wrote again, and more
earnestly than before—so earnestly, in-
deed, that after the letter was dispatch-
ed I felt that he might have reason to
feel offended at some of tho expressions
it contained. But when I met him he
stretched out his hand, with that smile
of ineffable sweetness which no one can
ever forget upon whom it fell, said,
" Are you still angry with me?" pa-
tiently heard my explanation, and as-
sured me that, so soon as it should be
confirmed by circumstances, full repa-
ration would be made. . .
In his letter to me, written on the
18th of August, 1872, lie says: "I feel
sure that while my election would paci-
fy the country as it should be pacified,
my nomination and canvass, even
though unsuccessful, tends to the same
e*d."
Herein he expressed the simple basis
of his ambition. Those who accuse him
of having bailed Jeff Davis solely with
a view to this latter candidacy have had
their perceptions so confused by the
study of the typical American politician
that they are quite incapable of compre-
hending an action inspired by humane
and Christian motives. I confess,view-
ing the campaign at this distance, sep-
arated from tho temporary excitements
to which we must charitably allow their
full influence, nothing in my own expe-
rience of our politics has so shocked me
as the swift forgetfulness of all Mr.
Greeley's former services, the infamous
attempts to defile his past aspirations,
the conscienceless efforts to misrepre-
sent him to the American people which
have characterized his political op-
ponents. The silence of slander
in the presence of death is not
enough to atone for such injuries. If
our people appreciate Horace Greeley's
character, honor his memory, are grate-
ful for his honest services to them, they
can only prove it by learning to combat
opinions without dragging those who
hold them through the mire of vulgar
aspersion. Honor to the dead is not
equivalent to justice to the living. If
Horace Greeley yearned with all the
force of his nature for any one thing,
it was for the simplest recognition of
his honest aims. He never mistook the
popular curiosity for fame; he never
craved that name which is a burden to
its possessor; but during forty tireless,
sleepless years of labor his proud, sen-
sitive soul sought everywhere for the
signs that his work was understood,
though never asking, never betraying
its yearning.
A young lady has requested that some
poetry be written concerning her, but
neglected to state whether the subject
should be the peculiarity of her admin
istration or her checker-board shoes.
An early answer will oblige.— Hartford
Journal.
" Phat's that bit av ribbon ye're
sportin', Patrick?" "Suro and that's the
grand cross of St. Murphy and St.
George. I used to make a night of it,
and now, bedad, they've made a knight
of me; an' it's moighty dry I am, Den-
nis."—New York Commercial.
The only ground for believing that
Mrs. Leaman, of New York, was insane
is the fact that she was worth $100,000
and used to wear blue night-caps.
What would this world be to the
small boy of 9 years or thereabouts,
were there no string factories ?—Chieano
Times.
What is the difference between day
and night? The difference is slight.—
Boston Tratucripi.
A i.aw is proposed in Texas to ex-
empt maimed confederate soldiers from
I taxation.
A SPY AND A HERO.
Tho DomIm of Nathan little, the Mau Who
Should <Jot tho Mouuinont for
Maj. Andre.
There seems to bo some Revolutionary
patriotism loft yet, judging from tho
vigorous protests entered everywhere
against the proposed eroction of a mon-
ument by certain citizens of New York
—Cyrus W. Field in particular—to the
memory of Maj. John Andre, whose
capture prevented the consummation of
Benedict Arnold's treacherous designs.
The protests indignantly point to the
fact that the graves of thousands of our
Revolutionary heroes are still unmark-
ed, and instance tho fate and treatment
of Capt. Nathan Hale, of Coventry,
Conn., aged 21, who was captured in
tho British lines in New York and hang-
ed as a spy. He was a most heroic
young fellow, and was selected by
Washington to make a long and peril-
ous journey through the English army,
which the " Father " calculated would,
if successful, save his little starving and
fast dissolving forces from annihilation.
As a school-teacher, Hale accomplished
his object, remaining two weeks in the
enemy's lines. He was betrayed by a
Tory relative and captured while re-
turning to the American lines. He was
stripped and searched, and, as in An-
dre's case, there were found between
the soles of his shoes detailed plans and
memoranda. Further than this noth-
ing has been known. Whether Hale
w&s treated with the kindness that was
extended to Andre after his capture is
very doubtful. It is certain that he was
not after his arrival in New York.
Hale reached New York on Saturday,
Sept. 21, the day of the great fire that
burned 400 buildings from White-
hall Slip to Barclay Street, where it was
checked by the College Green. He was
taken at once before Lord Howe, who
was using the Beekman mansion, near
Turtle Bay, for his headquarters. The
present site is Fifty-first Street and First
Avenue. Here lived James Beekman
in luxury; but, a strong advocate of the
Revolutionary cause, he gave up his el-
egant home when Lord Howe occupied
New York, and took his family back in-
to the country. Here the British officers
received and entertained their guests;
here Andre danced the night before he
went up the Hudson to barter with Ben-
edict Arnold, and here Hale, pinioned
and guarded, was taken before Lord
Howe. It is believed that Gen. Howe
retired to a green-house just back of the
mansion, and listened there to the
charges against the young Revolution-
ary Captain, and was shown the plans
and data found in Halo's shoes. Hale
denied nothing. He admitted that he
was a Captain in Washington's army,
said that he had been a spy and had
been successful in his search for in-
formation ; regretted that he was by his
capture unable to serve his country, and
then fearlessly awaited his sentence. He
did not even demand a court-martial.
In a few minutes he hoard his sentence:
" William Cunningham, Provost Mar-
shal of the Royal Army in New York, is
directed to receive into his custody the
body of Nathan Hale, a Captain in the
rebel army, convicted as a spy, and to
see him hanged by the neck till he is
dead, to-morrow morning at daybreak."
Hale was at once taken in charge by
the brutal Cunningham, who was af-
terward hanged after confessing that he
had been accessory in several hundred
murders, and who ,was responsible for
the awful suffering of Federal prisoners
in the old Sugar-house Prison, still
standing in Rose Street. It is believed
that Cunningham took Hale to the Pro-
vost, a prison that stood where is now
the Hall of Records. Beyond this, to-
ward Broadway, and bordering on
Chambers Street, was a graveyard,
which also served as a place for public
executions. Hale is believed to have
been confined in a cell the little window
of which looked out upon the Park and
Center Street. Cunningham asked
Hale, as he put him in his cell, for his
name, age, size, and rank, and then
read the death warrant to him. As he
was leaving, Hale asked that his arms
might be unpinioned and that he might
have writing materials and a light.
Cunningham refused this with an oath.
Then Hale asked that he might have a
Bible. This, too, was denied him. Sub-
sequently a young officer of Hale's
guard interceded for him, and his arms
were freed, and a light, pen, ink, and
paper, and a Biole were given to him.
Part of the night he passed in writing-
one letter to his mother, another to nis
sister, and a third to his sweetheart.
When Cunningham reached Hale's cell
in the morning he found the Federal
Captain and spy ready. It was just at
daybreak. Hale handed the Provost
Marshal the letters he had written, and
asked, as a favor, that they be kept un-
til they could be delivered". Cunning-
ham read them insolently in Hale's
presence, and then tore them up. When
asked afterward why he did this, ho
said that he did not want the rebels to
know that they had a man who could
die with such' firmness. Then ho or-
dered Hale to make ready for the scaf-
fold. His arms were pinioned, a coarse
white gown trimmed with black was
placed over his body, and a white cap
put on his head. A rough board coffin
was carried by attendants in front of
him, a guard of soldiers was around
him, and the negro executioner brought
up the rear with the ladder and noose
Thus attended, Hale walked to the gal-
lows. It is probable that he walked
from the prison to the cemetery, on the
site of which a part of the new
Court-house stands. Then, while Capt.
Hale was standing on the rounds of the
ladder, with the noose about his neek,
Cunningham addressed him, and
scoffingly asked him to speak
out his dying speech and confession. It
is said that Hale just glanced, with a
touch of contempt on his features, at
Cunningham, and then, turning to the
others, he said quietly, but with an im
pressiveness that silenced the jibes of
those who were there to joke,and melted
some to tears; "I only regret that
have but one life to lose for my coun-
try." " Swing the rebel off!" shouted
the maddened Cunningham. In half an
hour the body of the martyr was buri-
ed, probably in a grave beneath the
gallows. The site was unmarked, and
when the revolutionary army re-entered
New York there was no one who could
tell where Halo was sleoping. But the
story of his heroic death anu his mem-
orable words under the gallows,
speedily becamo known through-
out the army. It inspired the
men like a victory, and in after years,
until a comparatively recent time, Hale's
only monument has been the remem-
brance of him as tho " Martyr Spy of
tho Revolution" and of his dying words.
Hale was just of age when ho died. He |
was a native of Coventry, Conn., and
born in 1755. Educated at Y ale Collogo,
he was a teacher in New London, with
tho ultimate purpose of entoring tho
ministry, when the news came from
Boston of the battle of Lexington. Ho
was one of the first to enlist, a few hours
after this news was received, and ho
encouraged others to enlist. " Let us
march immediately," ho is on record
as saying, "and never lay down our
arms until wo obtain our independence."
Tho next morning the New London
company were on tho road to Boston.
Some years ago an effort was made to
induce Congress to make an appropria-
tion for a monument to Hale's memory.
It was unsuccessful. Then the women
of his native town, Coventry, with the
aid of a small sum granted by the State
of Connecticut, collected money enough
to erect a monument. It is a simple
granite shaft, 40 feet high. It bears his
name and the dates and places of birth
and death, and his dying words, " I only
regret that I have but one life to lose for
my country."
She Wouldn't Melt.
A day or two ago when a servant-girl
opened the side-door of a house on Sib-
ley Street, in response to a tramp's
knock, her face looked so kind and
benevolent that the hungry man had no
doubt that a good dinner awaited him.
He had, however, laid out a certain pro-
gramme, and he therefore began.
" My dear woman, I haven't had any
thing to eat for two days, and I wanted
to ask if you would spare me one of
these icicles which has fallen from the
eaves."
"Well, I dunno," she slowly replied,
as she looked out, " I suppose we might
spare you one, if you are really Butter-
ing, but of course you won't take the
largest and best!"
He stepped down and selected an
icicle about two feet long, and, in a hes-
itating manner, inquired :
"If you would only sprinkle a little
pepper on this I would be forever grate-
ful."
" It's rather bold in you to ask it, but
I suppose I can sprinkle on a little—a
very little," she replied, and she got the
pepper and dusted his "luncheon" very
sparingly.
He started to move away, but, seem-
ing to recollect something, he turned
and said:
" You seem so benevolent I'll ask you
to sprinkle on it a little salt as well. I
like my icicles seasoned up pretty high."
"You are a bold man, sir, and it's
plain that you have the appetite of a
glutton, but I'll give you a bit of salt
and then you must be gone," she re-
plied.
When the icicle had been duly salted,
the man expressed his thanks, but didn't
move away. His game wasn't working
to suit him. Some folks wouldn't have
stood there and seen him bite off the end
of a big icicle, but this girl did. And,
further, when he hesitated to go, she
indignantly called out:
" 1 know what you want. You now
want me to warm the icicle in the oven
for you and then put on some mustard,
but I'll never, never do it!"
The man moved slowly out of the
gate, and, as ho threw his icicle at a
passing dog, he gave utterance to his
disgust in language punctuated entirely
with slung-shots.—Detroit Free Press.
The Hangman's Record for 187S.
Ninety-six murderers were hanged in
the United States during the past year,
which is an increase of 13 compared
with the previous year. All were men;
40 were white, b'i colored, 3 Indians,
and 1 a Chinaman; 5 were hanged for
outrage, 4 for wife murder, and 1 for
filicide; there were 7 double executions,
4 triple, and 2 quadruple. More were
hanged on Friday than all the other
days combined, the number being 70,
and 25 were hanged in March. The
Southern States had 70 per cent, of all
the hangings, and nearly two-thirds of
the victims were negroes. In the list of
States Texas comes first with 10, Louis-
iana 9, South Carolina 8, Alabama 8,
North Carolina 8, Pennsylvania 6, Mis-
souri 5, Georgia 5, Arkansas 4, Tennes-
see 4, California 4, Now York 3, Ken-
tucky, Montana, Delaware, Virginia,
Ohio, Maryland, and Mississippi, each
2; Massachusetts, New Hampshire, In-
diana, Nevada, and Arizona, each 1.—
New York Sun.
HOME INTERESTS.
Brother Gardner's Christmas Senti-
ments.
Brother Gardner had received from
his numerous friends Christmas presents
of corkscrews, toothbrushes, mugs of
sweet cider, strips of court-plaster, red
neckties, etc., and was In good spirits.
In opening the meeting he said:
" Gem'len, dar ain't no use denyin'
dat we orter be 'eeedin' thankful dat we
am livin' an' in good health, while bet-
ter men dan we is hev foun' der graves
at de bottom of do sea and on de broad
perary. Each mawnin' when I wake
up an' tell de ole woman dat it is time
to build de fire, I feel thankful dat I ain 't
under de ground an' some strange ole
nigger pokin' roun de cabin. Gem'len,
we won't pass no resolushun, but let
each man of you select de shingle-nails
from de nickels when you dip down to
help along de cause of charity or reli-
gun, an' when you look up at de dark
sky or de blue, doan't forget dat we are
livin' on borrowed time an1 not eben
keepin' up de interest."—Detroit Free
Press.
A Mrs. Drake, of Muhlenburg Co.,
Ky., has an apple which has been in ex-
istence since the Revolutionary war. A
soldier received the apple from his be-
trothed just as he left to join the army
of Washington; kept it during the whole
war; returned after tho surrender of
Yorktown and married the fair giver.
The apple is sacredly preserved in the
family. It is dry and shriveled, noth-
ing remaining but its woody fiber.
Doughnuts.—1 cup sugar, butter tho
size of an egg, 1 cup milk, 1 teaspoon-
ful of soda, cinnamon, 2 eggs, flour to
Boston Puffs.—1 quart milk, a little
salt; sift in flour enough to make a stiff
batter; add 4 eggs; bake in puff-cups
tvyo-thirds full.
Welsh Rarebit Sandwich.—Cut
up fine any bits of cheese that can not
well be used any other way, pour to the
cheese a cup of cream, a little butter,
and lot it heat slowly till the cheese is
melted and the whole becomes a paste,
then spread between two slices of bread
and use with lunch.
Graham Gems.—1 quart sweet milk,
best Graham flour; stir into tho milk
enough to make a batter about as thick
as batter for griddlo-cakos; have the
gem-pans hot as griddle; grease the
pans with a cloth swab dipped in warm-
ed butter or lard; drop the batter with
a spoon into each cup of tho gem-pan,
and bake in a hot oven.
Puff Paste.—To every pound of
flour add I of a pound of good butter,
the yelk of 1 egg; use ice-cold water;
chop half the butter into the flour; then
stir in the beaten yelk, and as much wa-
ter as needed; work all into a dough,
roll out thin, spread on some of tho
butter, fold closely, butter side in, and
re-roll; repeat this until the butter is
all used up. Keep the paste in a cool
place until you wish to make it in pat-
ties or pies.
Genuine Plum Pudding.—Take i
pounds each flour, suet, raisins, cur-
rants, 1 cup of sugar, 1 of bread-crumbs,
half a nutmeg, allspice and cinnamon
to your taste, 14 pints of sweet milk, 2
eggs, 1 cup of molasses, a little salt;
mix the dry ingredients together first,
then stir in the others, then take a bowl
that you think will just hold the mix-
ture, grease it well, fill it full, tie a wet
cloth over the top and boil 3 hours.
Serve with any good sauce.
Knitting-box.—A very pretty box to
hold fancy knitting or crochet work is
made of bristol-board, in form of a
melon. Cut the pieces similar to quar-
ters of a melon and bind with narrow
ribbon, then paint or draw flowers or
any ornament you please on each quar-
ter. Sew the quarters together over and
over stich on the right side, leaving open
one seam. For a handle sew a ribbon
at each end, and finish with bows. The
number of quarters will be according to
size and shape. Long, slender quarters
make the prettiest box.
Artificial Indigo.—The most nota-
ble achievment in synthetic chemistry
since 1868 has just been made by Pro-
fessor A. Baeyer, Professor Liebig's
successor at Munich. For tho past 20
years he has been studying the constitu-
tion of indigo, and at a late session of
the German Chemical Society he an-
nounced the completion of his task in
the discovery of the last link in the
chain of synthetic reactions leading to
the artificial formation of that impor-
tant dye-stuff. This discovery ranks
with that of Professors Graebe and
Liebermann in 1868, by which artificial
madder was substituted in tho arts for
the natural product, hitherto the only
instance of the kind in the history of
chemistry. As yet the operations in-
volved in this synthesis are too numer-
ous and too costly to allow their practi-
cal application in the arts; yet .there is
reason to expect that cheaper methods
will be devised, as was the case with ar-
tificial madder products, and that be-
fore many years a new and important
industry will be developed. At the
same time the present occupation of
many people will be destroyed, and
large areas now devoted to the cultiva-
tion of indigo will have to be put to
other uses.
An Adventurous Baltinioreun.
A telegram from Bismarck, Dakota,
published in yesterday's Gazette, an-
nounced that tho recent desertion of
Lieut. Harry Tiffany, of the 11th In-
fantry, United States Army, is alleged
to have been occasioned by the threat-
ened discovery of alleged forged pay-
rolls, the funds realized from which the
Lieutenant had invested fighting the
tiger. Harry Tiffany is the son of Goo.
Tiffany, of Rose Hill, near Baltimore,
and in his youth was familiar with every
sort of extravagance. His parents were
divorced, and his father went to Europe
and re-marricd. Before the war he took
his son to Europe, and the young man
at once plunged into the fastest kind of
life in Paris. When the war broke out
young Tiffany ran the blockade and
joined Capt. J. Lyle Clarke's Confed-
erate company of Maryland Guards,
which did faithful service through the
war in Northern Virginia. He behaved
with courage, but one day he went to
Richmond and never returned to his
oomrades. They afterward ascertained
that he had crossed the Atlantic. After
the war he exploited himself in Balti-
more, New York and the West, and at
last his friends read in the papers a no-
tice of his death. Subsequently a friend
of his recognized in a Sergeant of the
regular Army engaged in propping up
the bogus Government of Louisiana, the
supposed dead man. Ho acknowledged
that he had published the notice of the
death himself in order to lead a new
life under another name. There was
still enough family prestige left to him
to enable his friends to rehabilitate him
by securing him an appointment as
Lieutenant in the Army. He was next
heard of as having married a Miss Bar-
rett, of Baltimore, in a clandestine man-
ner, at the Palmer House, Chicago, and
the telegram in yesterday's Gazette fur-
nishes an appropriate finale to his event-
ful career.—Baltimore Gazette.
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A Floral Monster.
roll.
A new flower of gigantic proportions
has been found in the forests of Suma-
tra. Its average diameter is thirty-three
inches, and the discoverer has given it the
scientific name of " Titanum." Odoar-
do Beccari, a traveler and naturalist
well known in Europe, is tho fortunate
finder of it. Ho dispatched six boxes of
the bulb roots to Italy, but a peculiar
misfortune has befallen them. They
were addressed to a nobleman of Flo-
rence, but on arrival at Genoa were re-
fused admission by the customs oflioers.
Out of dread for the Phylloxera all liv-
ing plants have been refused admission
| to the kingdom, lest the terrible foe of
viiieyards should smuggle himself into
Italy, and the officers followed the let-
ter of the law in the case of harmless
Titan. What has become of the intrud-
ing cargo Fg,nfulla does not know.
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