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\ MACHA. Timre is a lana upfier world atnong VOA ConnMnaj-a billa seldom visited "by any wayfarer from, the ordinary paths of life. Mountains* form bulwarks around It; the gates Lnto it are nar- row defiles Ijetwcen rugged crags ; th» ocotrea of Its tUent valleys arc de«p ilakes, cold and gray as steel, or black with the shadow ul the raLu-olouds. By the water's margin the dark sullen eartii with ita gorgeous uluthiiig of pur- ple and einbroideriea of emerald green upheaves in curioufi knolls and bosses, or stretches away in wind-swept levels, rhe peaks around take fantastic shapes, and in twilight the. pJooe is like Bam« region of Hades, where disembodied souls walk Ul thadow and muse upon the mysteries that death had unfold- ed to them. UncongeniaJ as 1* appears to human life, tlMre are a few inhabitants of this world of silont gloom and barren beauty. Here and LLere the infrequent traveller will come upon an isolated cab- in built of rude stone and roofed witL tta sod, hardly diiilinguishable from the beath«r-cai>ped rock except for the ouri of amoke that steals through a bolefrooi the hearthstone within. On a suanmer morning an inquisitive ex- plorex of thiis lonesoma world passed by one of these amuking hovels, and while gazing on it in diamaj, almost expect- inir to see a gnome, or monster issue fre«n it. waa startled by the appearance of an exquisite face wlucb shuue on him. (or a momenl and vanished. The soli- tary raimUer m so eerie a spot wasr at tbs moment im an imaginative mood, und open to all iinfluence« of the Ibeauti- fuii and auperuaiural, and almost be- lieved tthat a sprite of the mountain had (iroased his path, and that she had a fat«lul message for liian in her eyes ; but shaking HI "'â- *•! f into a more ration- ail frajme of mind he went his way, with only a iLngering look lat tJie cabin, which seemed to retreat Imto the fast- nesses of the rock. Yet, im spite of oommoo sense, the wiild beautiful eyes of the mauintain girl pursued lim, the message thaA ll>ay a mystery iui their depths bewiitcbed him, and fin-ily, as the sun shot forth long shafts of flame and lances of gold, setting fierily behind a dluster of blackening moun- tain-peaks, he turned upon his hoel, imd retraced bis steps im the direction of the enchanted honeil. Madia, the owner of the beautiful face, bad withdrawn it hastily into the kiterior of the oabin, soared at the un- wanted siglit of 1 stranger, as low- land dwellers might bo soared by a gbast. The cabin was so poor Uiat, only for the red hearth and the warm smeiU of amoke, it might have been mistakem for a shed for cattle. The eartbsD Qoor was uneven and full of holes : t^ roof, of beatber amd sticks, was blackened wiith smoke ; the hearth- stone was broken. One crazy table, one ohalr. and two or ttbree otben non- descript seats ; a kettle, a pot, a bat- tered tin-oan, and a few mugs and piatee â€" these were the chief contents of th«s dwell ijng's principal room.. Look- ing around, one might weJl ask b^ what means life could In supported in this place. Patches of potatoes that strug- gled for existence between bog and rock olosA by, and a black ouittimg, that showed like an ugly wxtuuid on tiiio tiini of a dinlant level, and was the turf- m.imeâ€" tliese gave the onily answer to such inquiry. An old woman sat spin- ning in th» corner of the cabin, lean and am<>k<vdrii>d, like a mummy, her dark-red gurmeint, and the yoUow band- karc.hlef wound turlian-wise round her head, making a spot of euibdued color in the murky picture. The contents of a pot of notatocM liad liecn turm-d out on the tajljle ; and Mocitia, who with Bpecuiliar cry had summooied the Cam- y from their work at tjie bogj to din- ner, stood in the middlle of the floor, wiith a light failiiig on her from the sky, across the mouiiiain-peaks, tibrough the snioked-stained doorway. Her skirt of ori/inson wool, spun by the grandamo the comer, and dyed with madder i veu were pictured la the lakeâ€" the g<\mmed meadows and'luridiy illuminat- (mI deserts on h'y^h, the blackening hills, and the moving uhapeof orange, brown, Oiiid purple thiit caug'ht and rent the fringes of the slowly auproaohiug night, 'dacha cIiui|mm1 her iiands over her head, and gazed round her half fear- fuilly, vnjoyiiig and uuderatanding the beauty of it all. She had heard of a shining city beyond the gold and) sil- ver gates of the sun and the moon ; also of earthly cities, wonderful too, but not so bvautLfud, that lay down below the moumtaims in the busy world of men. iihe meant to go to the one. tmt she did not care to vittit the otbere. Hiur moun- tain home, with its inhallutants, con- tained the desires of her heart. The old brown crucifix on the cabin-wall was tu;r i>as8port to tjie fiuial happy desti- nation of all patient souls, whither she and all she loved woudd dei>art when the Master ahoujld send them a mes- sage to come. Nothing natural or sup- ernatural dismayed or disgusted h-i-r. If there were spurits in the rucks and fairies in the lake, the Almighty knew what they were doing there, and every- thing was all for the best. "Machai, come in," called her mother, from the oabin. "Something will get you." "Ay, mother, I am coming," said Macha ; but stiU she lingered, look- ing hard at a piece of rock ihut seemed to be taking the abape of "something." The olouds are oJiive, and move, and changeâ€" wihy should not the rocks ? Sud- denly a living person seemed to emerge out of the rock, and come beside her ; and, startled, she would hare fallen in- to the lake hiad not a strong arm seized her and swunng her into safety. "Holy Mother I I nearly drowned you I" cried Martha, looking at the same traveller who had i>aased the cabin in tihe mormitig. "I neoxiy drowned you," said the stranger, gazing in wonder at her beauty, which seemed to have become almost unearthly, as the still warm g^low from one side irradiated her hair, and the greenish mootaligbt from the other whutened her round cheek and the drapery of her shoulder. "I thought you were â€" him who lives down in the lake," whispered Macha. "Who is heJ" She loolted all round in the air, and her lovely face caught a thouaand re- flections of flitting colours and lights. Then she signed with her hand to- wards the dark lake. "The water is det^>," she said, "and there is many a thing down there. But hand. It strudk him as remarkable that she had shown no shyness of him, speaking to hiiu as natural'ly as if he had been her brother; and ho divined that this was so liecause she knew no- thing of ranks and oLasaes. Only the suiiematural had power to awe her.and she hod felt safe and happy as soon as she had assured herselif that he was a living man. Acoustome<l to the at- tentions of womeu, he wouJd have felt less attraction towards Macha had she shown any desire for his return. The a1«eaoe of all coquetry in her delighted him. The girl thought of him, lyng on her straw bed in the dead of the night. There was a hole in the roof above her head, a bole that would be thatched ov- er with heather for the winter, but at present it was good to let in the air of heaven. Through it Macha oould see a star shining in the sky, like a little island of splendor in an ocean of dark blue, and the rugged twigs of the brok- en heather made a, rough frame for the bit of glory. Tiie beauty of Macha's face lay quenched i^ darkness beneath, but her soul escaped through the open- ing up to the kindred mystery of the star, carrying with it the memory of the event of the evening. Her mind rested with placid wonder on the occur- ence of her meeting with the strang- er. She had not fallen in love with him, as he with her, nor did the dream him, as he with her, nor did she dream of such a thing. Bound aliout her lay her mother, her grandmother, her little sisters, sleeping soundly, with the love of Macha tisleep in their hearts. She loved them passionately, and had no thought or hope for heraeJi apart from them. T owork with theni band and potatoes and turf to enable them to live foot, that they might all have enough together, without more pain than they could endure, this was the one object of her existence. Vague splendors and delicious rest and joy were, she knew awaiting them all beyond the gates of the sun. The onl^ thing to be desired was that they mijght not be parted meanwhile in their purgatery on the lonely mountain. As the night crept on and the stars waxed brighter, ilacha owned to herself that the 'living man' might have been 'him who lives down in the lake' after all. Pondering this doubt, she fell fast asleep. The stranger reappeared next day, and for many day.>! afterwards haunted tJie mountain. Macha had leave from her mother to accompany him in his search for the wild-flowers which, he fully. "It is ill to love a stranger that must part you from your own." "I swear to bring her ))a£<k," said the man eagerly. "She shall come when- ever she pleases, ant* bring as many good things as ^e likes. We might even build a house in the valley below." At this the color began to return to Ma^ cha's cheeks; and the comfortable pro- mises sank deep into her mind. LitlJe by little the strugiglc between the new love ^d the old was softened away; the will of the stranger prevail- ed, and the marriage took place in a little rude mountain chapel, where Ma- cha had been baptized, and where, trav^ elling thnmgh hail, rain, and storm, she had knelt every Sunday since she had been al)le to walk. At the church- doors the husband reiterated the pro- mise that he would bring her book; very soon she would return to the moun- tain. He almost tore his l>ride away, weeping and haXf-fainting, from the em- braces of her people, from the clinging of their thin brown hands, and the kisses of their weather-beaten faces. And in s{jite of the promises he had just repeated, be was glad to think that he liad probably seen the last of this wild mountain tribe. you ore a living manT for I saw you in «Pl«'ned to them he wanted for scien- tho muming " tific purposes. The little sisters frisk- Thb persoii addressed felt a strange «^ «*>""* *'^â„¢ ^^ ^9^ 'heir share in thriill OS she spoke and put out herl'i" search dant^ing like young kids on round gleaming arm and touuhed hia '1â„¢ edge of precipices, with wild bright hand wutih htr warm fingers, as if to j ?y*>«. ^^d Dying looks. Potatoes boiled assure herself that her own words were '° }ne <-abin were eaten on the heather, true, and that be was indeed a living , "'i^" 'â- â„¢ Iâ„¢? summer days went past txioM. ' lake the lieads on a golden rosary, told "And you are a liiving woman," hel^'8'>tly through the fingers. The man saiid. "I almost thought you were aj^as brotherly and kind with the^little Bpiirit Dooving along the edge of the' '" ""'' moving a _ lake. Why du you keep so dusc to the edget I thuughl 1 saw you wauking on the water." "I like to look in and see^ what I can see," said the giiri mysteriously. "And do you always walk heire in the evenings ?" i "Ves. and Boiu&times a bit at dawn. Mother says sumethiing wicked will meet me. But I have only met you, and you are not wicked." "i am not as good as I ought! to be," saiid the vaati iieiuuiiuusly, answenng th» look of simple faith und approval im thu girl's wonderful eyes. ' Uut I hope 1 am not akugether wicked;" and the strangeness of his own humility escaped his notice. girls and the elder women, but he re- cognized a gulf lietween t.h«m and Ma- cha. Their speech translated literally from the Irish, though poetio and mus- ical enough, was not delicately correct, as his ear imagined hers to be; their swift feet were not white, nor was their clothing spotless. Macha, who bathed in the laxe every morning, and hung out her yellow hair to dry in the first beams pf the sun, and who wore her well-bleached drolleries like a prin- cess, oould not keep young nor old from dyeing their skins and garments in the bog-holes. An instinctive pers- onal delicacy had come to Macha with I her exceptional beauty. At the end of I a fortnight the stranger told himself I that this mountain flower was worthy 'i do not uiiui'b believe in wickedness I of being transplanted into the bright- mytwlf," said Macha, "exci^pt, of course 'est parterre ever cdierisbed by man. im the great dhlaoul," ^devil), crutuiug jAnd what a month ago would have ap- hii-.irse'If. "But he will never hurt me, pearod to him only madnesi seemed now by Manba herself, was short enough to ahow her white feet, shining on the earthen floor. Over iit shu wore a short brown bodiws, and a few yards of conrae jrellow-whiiite calii'o were wound aliout nor ahouldens, und Imu bc<yu al)Out her head, Imt the drnp<«ry had fallen back in u sort of cowl be.hind her neck. No white lily or golden n).>»«» wiis ever so beautiful as the face of Miioha, crowned with its honey-coloured hair, set with eyes dark and blim, with a look half •wret. Irnlf troubled; a rose-rod mouth, tint«4 to matdh fiowers the girl had never iioen, und (Toomy, sat/n-snioolh, dimi>le<l cliecks. The «ay iu which her head was set on her sliouild<>rs, the jioso of her figure, and the luovenionts of her white bare arins r<M-aMed the goddesses im marble of the early Greeks. With her alimost suporhuuian lieauty. where tuul Macha come fromâ€" to lutttle with tJie 6lejii»nt« for life, to grow sun- tcnnexl, weather-lieaten, Uvm, and withered in tlu^ stniffglc to force the potato out of the roclc an«l peat out of the reeking Ixigf What wft,s she »lo- ing in this dreary upjier world o£ tlie Iwiren Irish hiils; iii;w could she tm the granddaughter of the, unlovely croiio in the corner; and Why had generations of Ignorance and <l,iinger and rude tolil pr<Hluc«'(l hcrK It juu-sl Ih> that Nature Lnd created hur for a wbiun, nwikijig her a sort of image and expression ot I be wild lieauty of thlA picturesque wild- ernoee. The after-glow of the, miiiset was abroad when Maclui went out again, to roam round the lake in a fiuihion of her own. A Btiango amlier-and-red re- flection illmulnaled one side of the sky and tlie moiinlaln-iieaks, lnt«%n«ifii'd by gloomy fringes tnuling along tlio horizon, iJuvlicate green tints ovor- fprnad the other; and in this fnirer akyey field had blo«H<>.iuud t:lie round . white niiMMi, briKb'ening inoiiienturily, and shiaiing iiiiion^ tint early stars lil^e a lily DfoMMitf dMsi«4. ..BvrtU and he^- ij , .'.,..â-  limjn I unless I do suiiiethu<g wrong,' "What do you see wineai you wailk here in the dawn t" "I see thu lilesscd spirits trooping up and down the skies see them. Some times they come down u{>an the hilUs ; but they change into white olouids and run away when they ouine too near me. There is my motiier calling lue. and the suupor is ready." "Uy what name is she callling ymiV "Macha is my name. If you will eat a few iiotatoes I will 1 bring them out to you. "I am not hungry, Man'iha, and I am going txick to the inn. But if you offer me some another day 1 will take thom." The girl went in to her mother; and the stranger returned tJuough the brightening moouilight down the rug- ge.d uKMintain, retracing the steps he had ^la(t<^ in t^e morning. The inn lay uiiider tlie hill Is, and a few luUes below the wiQd regUui wlvre Maulia had been l)om, iai whitlh she had grown to wo- nKinhuod, eating the potatoes she had helped to produce, and watohing the blessed spiirits trooping up and down the skies, "Soiiu'lhiaig will gel you," said Ma- cha's mother for the hundredth time, as the giirl a4>peared for her sup|>er ; and she was nut wrong, for b'ale 'hud gut hold of Maxlhu that very night. Strange and uiiiu'coiintable are the whiiu.s of men. Hero was one with wealth and rank, accustomed to all that is cultivated, witty, and Iwautiful am- ong women, and yet having gone fancy- free till rather a lajer period of bacn- eUirbood, he had dimlbed a savage mountain in an Isolated corner of what lie considered an uncivilized country, to fall in love with a wild girl with a wild name, who li\'ed uiKm potatoes in a luivel under a rookl And' he did not feel ashamed of himself. Conitraslsand inconsisteiiries ha<l always possessed a fa«cina1i(m for him. l)i(f not the spot- lew white flower of t.lie iKjg flourish tliere as purely as though it had not sprung out of the blnrtk slimy suli- stanee tlint bel<l its roollf And Mncha, willi her shining bare feet and arms, and her face like a poet's dream, was '< all the more enchanting to his iiiiagin- ation liiyAuao she had sprung with her I spontaneous loveliness, out of the moun- i tain, and had lieen nourisbod and per- I the wind amd the sun, I the most sensible oourse he could pur- sue. Martha came into the cabin one even- , ,- - ,-, ,tng in the gloaming, with a face of di»- Anybody could Jm^y, '"' """ "Mbtherl" she said, grasping ber mo- ther's arm. "What is on you, child f" "The sas.<ienach is asking me to go away with him." "Away with him f " "lie wants to give .^e a satin gown and a ring, and to take me to his home." "Well, avoumeen," with a long sigh, "if he makes you a true wife and is good to you, you would lie better witli him than here." "Mother," cried the girl passionate- ly," "have I vcxe<l vou, have I angered you, that, you would turn me from your door f" "Turn you away, osthore machreel Macha, are you mad 1 Wouldn't it be only to see you bcuiipy and well f 1 suppose the man has a good farm and can pay his rent. And you would I* well warmed and fed, my MacJia, though your mother's hearth would be blank." "1 don't want to he well warmed and fed; I am as well-off as ycu and the grandmother and the gir.shes. He would tatce me out to England, over the sea â€" away, away to the other side of the world 1" And the girl sobl)ed wildly nn her mollier's slioulder. i "Send him off then, acushU mach- reo. Why need you brealk your heart about what nolKxIy is going to bid yon do? Your mother liefore you never wore a fine gown; and wo will l« hun- gry t<4fetlier us we aljways were." Alaoha's weeping subsided a little; but only to break out again as fiercely as liefore. "I cannot send him away, inothcrl I love him as well as you. O, why did (To Bt. CxiDtlnued.) iPEARLS OF TRUTH. The greatest difficulties lie where we are not looking for them.â€" Goethe. Lett us dignify the lowliest duties by a noble nat,ure. It takes a greater man tor do a common thing greatly than to do a great thing greatly.â€" F. B. Meyer. One can and should ever speak quiet- ly ; loud hysterical vehemence loaming and hissing, least of all t)eseems bim that is convinced and not only sup- poses but knows.â€" Carlyle. U« is the best who wins the most splendid victories by the retrival of mistakes, by beginning afresh. For-i get mistakes. Organize victory out of mistakes.- K. W. Robertson. ttu not think of others' faults; in every person who comes near you look for what is good and strong; honor that, rejoice in it, and, as you can, try to imitate it.â€" John Kuskin. By the constitution of the human in- tellect error constantly tends to resolve itself into nothing, and to sink into oblivion ; while truth, having a real ex- istence, remains permanent and imp- pregnable.â€" tieorge Combe. As the shivdow of cloud-masses on a plain so passes the lite of man. In the midst, of Life, Death surrounds us. The Palei Hunter pursues all that breathes â€"kings and beggar, stjung and weak, are alike to him prey â€" F. W. Weber. He only is advancing in life whose heart is getting softer, whose blood warmer, whose brain quicker, whose spirit is entering into living peace. And the men who liave this life in them are the true lords and kings of the earth â€" they and they only.â€" Buskin. The mastery of 6elt is th^ end of true living, and this mastery is shown, not ia the negative attitude, by the tbingd we do not do, but by that mental power that compels the mind to the positive attitudeâ€" the forcing of the mind to do that against which it rebels. â€" Ham- ilton' W. Mabie. Few such quiet things in nature have so much of the sublime in them as the spectacle of a poor but houerable-mind- ed youth, with discouragement all .-iround him. but never-dying hope with- in his heart, forging, as it were, the armor with which he is destined to re- sist and overcome the hydras of this world, and conquer for himself in due time a habitation -among the sunny fields of life. â€" Oarlylo. B iiiiV WHAT IS QOINQ ON IN THf- FOUR CORNERS OP THE QLOBEL AN EAST INDIAN KNIQHT. Hi! Brave and Neblr Arl Broke Tkrougb the iMV ar HIk t'a*(«. MajoT-General Younghusband writes to the London Times: "May I hope that you will find space in your columns for the following extract of a letter re- ceived by last mail from Captain Leslie YoungbuslMind, Inspecting Officer Im- perial Troops :â€" "That poor boy of the Central India Horse. Cadell, died here, Jodhpur, in the house of enteric fever, These men here did what I suppose no other na- tives in India of their class would have done, when there was not any absolute necessity for it, and for almost a stranger, simply because he was a sol- dier. Sir Pertab Singh, his brother, and two other officers helped Miyne and I to put Cudell into his coffin and to iturry the coffin down stairs to the Citrriuge, and ug.iin ut the cemetery. You know whitt ibis is for a high-caste mn<lu to do. We had an escort of cav- alry. ALiyne re.id the service. The Resident and one or two more who lielonged to this place were away in camp. "Ihe Sir Pert.Tti Singh ubove-men- tioned is Maharajah I'ertab Singh. K. C.S. 1.. the regent of the Jodhpur .State Hajputana. and uncle of the ruler, who , is a minor. He is a man of the high- { esl> cisle and bluest blood in India, thu j ptnealog>'< of the family going back to ! before the Christian era. "Lieutenaui Cadell was not ailritish he over oomo over the mountain? Het- j official employed .it Jodhpur. he was ter it liad lieen him that lives down in i not a per.tonal friend of the Maharajah sun, civilization' or a fectod iK'.tween without help from lesson from 'art.' . Ho was going Uwik to the inn that he might have further opportunilie.s of se« the lake 1' Tlie mother stood aghast. "Holy- Virgin I" slie cried) "and 'lis only a score of clays siniw we wiw him first. Then, if you love him like that, iny daughter, you are l>ound to \» his wife. You must gi)â€" even to Kngliand over the seal" "You don't know what you are say- ing, mother. How could I live without j seeing your face f " I "As many have to live, my Macha. I May lie lie wouikl bring you batik to see ing this girl, and yet ho tcdd himself i"f' A.nd v,ni miglvt lie able to send us . . "^ . . . *^ . . .. • . I Im twit „ t f._.,.IA.I .... n ......... nP ,1... _A».) that his a<liiiiration for her was mere- ly an alwtract idea; that, after he had snon her a few times and sliidied her exc<>p(i<>na1 1ie«uty ami dharacler, ho woul<l go on his way contented, rejoir- iag to have pen-cived that Nature can lie still so lovely and unspoiled in her own secret fn.'<tneg.st>s, Imyond the ken of I lie world. His rest was broken that night by a now cxritenif>nt; and lie wakened in the dawn lo fancy he saw Maclui walking, with her bare while feet, in the ix>sy light round the marg- in of the lake. He wajiled to hear her voice again, and fed tlit; touoh of her the potato-seed, or a piece o£ the good flannel to keep us warm." Madia hiokod piteously in her mo- ther's eyes, and then round Ihe fam- iliar c^ibiii; Ihe storm imino down up- on her heart, nnd she fliuiig up her arui.s and fell into a swoon, llor lover, arriving up t lie mountain, found hor lying while on the headier outiiido the dooj- with her lioail on her ntoliher's knees, and was tlvus Unl into uttering promises which, elHo, ho might jiever have made. , '.,„''' '' " It 's only t he he^iTt that i« tooftrong in l«r^" sftid thejj)9<jl(^ mtnthiir fWrow- • I * :•, , '. > but he WIS a brother soldier. Th> so who hive lived in India know how powerful must, have been Sir Periab ,Singh's re- i. solutions wIk'U he broke through the laws of bis caste in thu action he took. I'uttiu^ ;h s aside. I ilo not think we can withhold our admiration from the Itegeni ot a Slate, who. with his bri>- tlier. (wrsonxlly aidti in the last sad offices to a lliili.-ih officer. There is m thrilling incident related by Lord Uob- erls in iiis Life, of an encounter on foot with u wild boar and the author and â- Sir Pertab Singh, where the latter was severely wounded." Old and New World Bvento of Iiiter»rt Ciiiras> Icled Brledyâ€" InUrutlsg Happcolng* ol Recent Oat*. A hiorse car line to the Pyramids has been authorized at Cairo. Prince Ernst von Windischgrati, who woa robbed by Corsioan brigands a mtmth or two ago, died recutotlj^ of consumption at Ajaccio. M. Levat informs the Academia dea Sciences that steel tempered in com- merical carbolic acid is much superior to that tempered in water. Fishing in the lakes of Kilitkrney seems to have been destroyed by tbd recent bog slide. Only seven salmon have been killed since it happened. One of the potsherds, inscribed with the name of Themistocles, with which the Athenians voted for his ostracism in 471 B. C, has been discovered att Athens. Islington refuses to have a public li>- brary even when it can have one for nothing. The parish has rejected by a large majority an offer of 150,1X10 for sudb a library. Mile. Conedou, the Paris young wo- man who is in communication with the Angel Gabriel, has moved into Belgium, where the Bishop of Liege has givenr her his benediction. A prophet is not without honor savs in his own county. TSve Guildhall Li- brary in London has refused to accept) a bust of the late Joseph AVhltakei\ whose "Almanac" is one of the mosti useful books ever devised. Marseilles is worked up becauw the city authorities have ordered the street venders, and especially the fi'shr- wives, to employ the ordinary scales instead of the old-fashioned Roman bal- ances they had used from time immem- orial. Fifty thousand marks have been ap- propriated to the Russian budget to the development of the practical uae4 of the Rontgen rays. Prof. Frledrlofa of Vienna announces that he Is able by the use of the rays to find out whether a person Is dead or not. Masses said for a dead man's soul are a charity, and therefore no legacy duty need be paid on money left fon that purpose, according to a recent ds- clslon of the Irish Court of Appeal, it Is the first time that the queatioo has oome up in a superior court in Ireland or Lngland. Frau Bobme, alias Mother Sedan, tha German camp follower who dtstin-« guished herself by giving birth to a son on the battlefield while the fight jdU zitijop )« V<>!P B*q 'uo SaioSt snj^ boy was christened in the trenches around Paris, Crpwn Prince Frederick: standing go<Lfather. Paris is gloating over the detention In quarantine at Bouglval of a little London steamer having on board soma cargo that came from Bombay, as it brings out the fact that Paris la uaw a seaport, Bougival has been hitherto famous chiefly fur demi mondaiue boat- ing iiarties and suppers. Daublgny's "Banks of the Olse" wb4 sold to an American for 68,1)00 franca at the recent Vever sale in Paris. Thia is the highest price yet obtained for a Daubigny at auction. Three Corota sold for â- Â£i.im, 3U,(IU0, and UH,7U0 francs, and a little Meisseuier t> 1-4 by 4 l-i inches brought 94jU00 francs. A British Dr. Ralnaford recently presented himself at a county ball at Chelmsford and delivered an address to the dancers on the wickedness of their ways. He said he could not un- derstand people enjoying themselves when there was a judgment to come. After he hod withdrawn the dancing went on. Church cars are a recent Russian' tmprovi'ment. They are Intended for th(> Siberian Railroad. The cars lookl like ordinary first-class carriages, but) the windows are shaped like those of Ityzautine churches. One-third of the 8|iace Khut off by the holy gates, is devoted to the priests, the rest is foK t he congregat Ion. One-third of the Duches <e de Mont- pensier's estate goes to 'jer grandson, th»' Infante Luis lexnaudo. The rest is divided between the Comtesse de Paris and Prince .Vutonlo de Mont- peivsiei'. The palace of Sunt' Kliuo la .â- M'ville Is betjuoathed to the Archbishop of Seville to be made Into a seminary^ and fl.OOO Is given to the Pope, oa condition that he will cuty mass for her soul. LIGHT BRRAD, In tiaking bread it Is wrong to put it into a very hkit oven, for the great ht>at kills the yeast plant liefore It has luul time to grow, and makes the bread heavy. The oven for bread shoubl only lie sligrhtly hoat6<l, and gi-iulually al- lowed to gel hotter. Broad baked in this way is sure to he very light, and rises to an astuniabing 'degree. ARMENIAN HEROINES. It has been commeuLe<l upon a.s some- what strange that in the year of mas- satrre in Armenia no man of that coun- try has risen to the stature of a hero, gathered around him a liaiid of his countrymen, and. If nothing better, died fighting. There Is much to account for the submisslveness of the Armenians and If their men have given no conspi- cuous evidence of valor, the Armen- ian women have afforded ample proof of heroism. On several ocoasluos, when re.'<lotance was hop(>leas and when con- fronted by tho alternative ot Isliun and worse or death, they have wel- comed the latter by throwing them- selves from lofty rw'ks or into rivers. There have been and there are heroines among the Armenian women. MAMMA HAD NOT FORGOTTEN. No, daughter, just tell the young man that he ran never take you sleigh riding with a sleepy-looking old horse like that. , AVhy, mamma, that's folse pride, .Nirthing of the Mirt. It's jurtt com- mon Keii.se. It is plain ' w.i.s c.hiwn because he with cne hand. >'â-  lh;it the horse can be daivikn