CHAPTER XIII.

During these early months of the year a change had come over Miss Betsey

Trinkett's life. Silas Green had died.

Mr. and Mrs. Franklin went to Wayborough for the funeral, and found Miss

Betsey quite broken.

"To think that the day was fixed at last," she said, "and he died only

the week before. Well, well, it does seem passing queer, after all these

years. It doesn't do to put a thing off too long. And yet, perhaps, it's

all for the best, for if I'd given up and gone down there to live, I

should have had nothing now to look at but the Soldiers' Monument, and

I'd have felt real lonesome without the Merrimac."

And with this consolation the old lady took up her life again, and found

it very much the same thing it had been before, with the exception of

Sunday night. On that evening she would not have the lamps lighted, but

would sit in her favorite window and look out across the valley at her

beloved view, her eyes turned in that direction long after it became too

dark to see.

Sometimes then she regretted that she had not yielded to Silas's

arguments, and gone to live in the house in the village. It would have

pleased him. And it seemed very lonely Sunday night without Silas.

After a while--it was a day or two after the communications came from

Bronson--Mr. Franklin received a letter from his aunt. She was pretty

well, but felt as if she had not heard from them for a long time. She

would send Willy's present soon. Had Janet's been placed in the

savings-bank? She had not heard from Janet since she sent it. Why did

not the child write?

As nothing had come to Janet from Miss Trinkett, this caused some

surprise.

"I am afraid Aunt Betsey has trusted to government once too often," said

Mr. Franklin, "for evidently the package has gone astray. I wonder what

was there besides the gold dollars?"

"Something to make it an odd-looking package, you may be sure, papa,"

said Cynthia.

Mr. Franklin inquired of the postmaster. That personage was a nervous

little man, much harassed with the responsibilities and duties of his

position.

"Something lost, Mr. Franklin? Now that's very strange. I can't think

it's lost. Yes, I remember a number of odd-looking packages that have

come for your family from Wayborough. There may have been one lately,

though I can't say for sure. Let me see. I remember young Gordon coming

for the mail one day, and getting--no, he didn't get one, he sent it--a

money-order. Happen to remember it because he paid for it in gold.

That's all I can safely say about anything, Mr. Franklin. There may have

been a package. What did you say, miss? Stamps and postal-cards? Yes,

yes." And the busy little man turned to the next comer.

Mr. Franklin left the office with a thoughtful face. He was a very

impulsive man, too apt to say the first thing that occurred to him,

without regard to consequences. Therefore when he got into the carriage

and, taking the reins from Edith, drove hurriedly out High Street

towards Oakleigh, he exclaimed:

"I am almost inclined to believe that Neal knows more about Aunt

Betsey's present to Janet than any of us."

Janet, who was perched on the back seat, heard her own name mentioned,

and proceeded to listen attentively. Both her father and sister forgot

that she was there, and she took especial pains not to remind them of

her presence.

"How do you mean, papa?" asked Edith.

"I think it is a remarkable coincidence, if nothing more. I had a letter

the other day from young Bronson, stating that Neal owed him fifty

dollars. The same night I had another letter from him, saying that he

had received a money-order from Neal for the amount. We questioned Neal,

and he would give no satisfactory answer as to where he got the money.

The postmaster tells me that Neal paid for his money-order in gold. Aunt

Betsey's present to Janet is missing; we all know that Aunt Betsey

always sends gold. The postmaster seems to think that a package may have

come through the office to us, though he is not absolutely certain of

it. What more natural than to suppose that the gold Neal had was meant

for Janet? He may have called for the mail that day, recognized the

package from Aunt Betsey, and the temptation was too much for him."

"Oh, papa!" cried Edith, much shocked. "I can't believe that Neal would

do a thing like that."

"I can't either," said her father, cutting the air with his whip in his

impatience, and making his horse prance madly--"I can't either, and I am

sure I don't want to! Let us forget that I said it, Edith. Don't think

of it again, and on no account repeat what I said. The idea came into my

head, and I spoke without thinking. I wouldn't have Hester know it for

the world. But it is strange, isn't it, that Neal paid gold for his

money-order. Where did he get it?"

"It is strange, papa, but indeed I think Neal is honest. I am sure--oh,

I am very sure--that it couldn't have been Janet's."

"Then where did he get it?" repeated Mr. Franklin, with another cut of

his whip.

"Perhaps Mrs. Franklin gave it to him."

"Of course she didn't," exclaimed her father, with irritation, "and I

wish you would oblige me, Edith, by not calling my wife 'Mrs. Franklin.'

If you do not choose to speak of her as the rest of my children do, you

can at least call her 'Hester.' You annoy me beyond measure."

Edith turned very white as she said: "I am sorry, papa. Then I will call

her nothing. I can't possibly say 'mamma' to her, and I don't feel like

speaking to her by her first name."

"What nonsense is all this!" said Mr. Franklin. "I am thoroughly

disappointed in you, Edith."

"I don't know why you should be, papa. I have nothing to do with it. If

the Gordons had not come here this would never have happened. The money

would not be missing, you wouldn't have had the letters from Tony

Bronson, and I--oh, I would have been so much happier!"

"If you are not happy, it is entirely your own fault," said her father,

sternly. "Now let me hear no more of these absurd notions of yours. I

have too much to think of that is of more importance."

Edith wanted to cry, but she controlled herself. She was to drive with

her father over to Upper Falls, where he had to attend to some business,

and now she had made him seriously angry, she knew. She swallowed the

lumps that rose in her throat, and presently she managed to speak on

some indifferent subject; but her father made no reply, and they soon

turned in at Oakleigh gates. Janet, the small, quiet person on the back

seat, could scarcely wait to get home. She must find Neal at once.

But Neal was not easily to be found. She trotted up to his room, but he

was not there. She went to the cellar stairs and called, but Neal had

neglected his duties of late as partner in the poultry business; in

fact, he had retired altogether, and the eggs reposed there alone. Janet

was not allowed to descend the stairs because of her misdemeanors last

year.

She went to the workshop, but all was quiet. Looking out from the upper

window, however, she spied Bob in the pasture; perhaps Neal was with

him. She went down and unfastened the big gate that opened into the

barn-yard.

Country child though she was, Janet was sorely afraid of venturing

through the barn-yard alone. Were there any pigs there? Yes, there were

a great many. Janet detested pigs, ugly-looking creatures! And there

were some cows also, and she had on her red jacket. She promptly laid it

aside and made a bold rush through the yard.

On the whole, she rather enjoyed the excitement. She was alone, for

Willy had gone to Boston with her mother, and Cynthia and Jack were at

school. Janet felt herself enjoying an unlooked-for holiday owing to the

illness of her teacher, and she was about to fulfil the proverb which

tells of the occupation that is found for idle hands to do, though in

this case it was an idle tongue.

The dangers of the barn-yard overcome, Janet pursued her way along the

cart-road that led to the far meadow, and there, sitting on a rock near

the river, she found the object of her search. He was whittling a boat

while he pondered moodily about his affairs.

"Neal, Neal!" she called, breathless from excitement and haste, "I want

to speak to you. What have you done with my present?"

"Where did you come from, you small imp?" said Neal, with lazy

good-nature. Preoccupied though he was, he was fond of children, and

particularly of mischief-loving Janet, and he was not sorry to have his

solitude relieved by her coming.

"Where's my present?" repeated Janet; "I want it dreadful bad."

"Your present! What do you mean, young one? You don't suppose for an

instant that I'm making this boat for you, do you?"

"Boat!" cried Janet, disdainfully; "I don't want any old boat; I want

Aunt Betsey's present."

"I suppose you do. I would myself if I were so lucky as to own an Aunt

Betsey. But I'm afraid I can't help you in that line, my child."

"Yes, you can," said Janet, tugging at his elbow; "you can too. You've

got it. Papa said so."

"Got what?"

"Aunt Betsey's present. He and the postmaster man said you took it."

"Said I took it?"

"Yes. Come, Neal, give it to me. I don't want the gold dollars--you can

have those--but I'd like the funny thing she sent with them. Aunt Betsey

allus sends funny things. Come along, Neal. Give it to me."

"Did your father say I took that money?"

"Yes, he did. Didn't I say so lots of times? Edith said you didn't, and

papa said you did. What's the matter with your face? It looks awful

funny."

"Never mind what it looks like. Tell me what your father said."

[Illustration: "OH, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE SAID, AND I'VE TOLD YOU TEN

HUNDRED TIMES."]

"Oh, I don't know what he said, and I've told you ten hundred times.

Don't hold my arm so tight; it hurts. Let me go, Neal."

"I won't, till you tell me what he said."

"I'll never tell unless you let go. I'll scream, and people'll know

you're killing me dead, and then you'll get punished."

She opened wide her mouth and gave a long, piercing shriek.

"Oh, hush up!" exclaimed Neal, roughly; "if I let go will you tell me?"

"Yes, if you'll give me that boat. I think I'd like it, after all."

Neal released her and thrust the boat into her hand.

"Now what?" he said.

"Oh, nothing much, except papa came out of the post-office and told

Edith the postmaster man said maybe you'd taken Aunt Betsey's package,

'cause you gave him some gold dollars. And papa said it must have been

my present,'cause you couldn't get gold dollars any other way, no-how,

and papa was mad, I guess, 'cause his face looked the way it does when

some of us chillens is naughty, with his mouth all shut up tight. There,

that's all. Now, Neal, give me the thing Aunt Betsey sent."

"I haven't got it and I never had it. And now good-by to you, every one

of you, forever! Do you hear? Forever! I'm not going to stay another

minute in a place where I'm insulted."

He strode away, and Janet, frightened at she knew not what, sat down on

a rock and began to cry. How very queer Neal was, and how queer his face

looked! She wondered what he was going to do. Perhaps he was going down

to the cellar to smash all the eggs. He looked that way.

She sat there awhile, but it was cool without the red jacket, left on

the other side of the barn-yard--for although it was spring according to

the almanac, there was still a sharpness in the air--and very soon she

too went towards home. She had not found Aunt Betsey's present, after

all, and she had nothing to repay her for her search but a half-made

wooden boat and an aching arm.

And there were those pigs, still at large. She got through safely, but

left the gate open, thereby allowing the animals to escape, and

incurring the wrath of the farmer.

When she reached the house Neal was not to be found. There was no one at

home, for Edith and her father had driven over to Upper Falls on

business, after leaving Janet at the door. There was nothing to do but

to go out and tease the good-natured kitchen-maid into giving her a huge

slice of bread and butter and sugar. Mary Ann and Martha, the old

servants, would never do it, but the youthful Amanda was more lenient.

"Where's Neal, 'Manda?" asked Janet, as she munched the delicious

portion which was placed before her. They were in the pantry, beyond the

sight of the other maids.

"I don't know. He came a-stalkin' past the kitching windies a little

while ago, an' I heard him run up stairs an' down like a house a-fire,

an' out the front door with a bang."

"Guess he's excited," murmured Janet, with her mouth full; "guess that

must be it. He's gone off mad. We had a fight out in the pasture."

"La, child! What do you mean?"

"Oh, I'm not going to say any more, 'cept me and Neal, we fit a fight in

the pasture. I made him awful mad," with another huge bite.

"La, child, you do beat everything! But there's Mary Ann calling me.

Don't you take a bit more sugar. Now mind!"

But Janet, left to herself in the pantry, made a fine repast.

The family came home to dinner, with the exception of Mr. Franklin and

Edith, and although Neal's absence was commented upon, no one thought

anything of it. He frequently went off for a long day alone on the

river.

When the meal was nearly over and dessert had been placed upon the

table, Janet thought that she would announce what had taken place. She

felt quite important at being the cause of Neal's disappearance.

"Guess Neal's awful mad with me," she said, suddenly. No one paid much

attention. She would try again. "Guess Neal's awful mad with me 'bout

what I said 'bout Aunt Betsey's present."

"What did you say about it?" asked Jack, who sat next to her. There was

a lull in the conversation, and every one heard her reply.

"Oh, I told him to give it to me. I said papa said he took it, and he

could have the gold dollars, but I wanted the funny thing. Why, maybe it

was a doll or a purse or some other nice thing. Course I wanted it. My,

though, Neal was mad!"

"What did you tell him, Janet?" asked Mrs. Franklin, in much

astonishment; "that your father said Neal had taken your present? When

did he say so, and what do you mean?"

"Goody, mamma, you're asking 'most as many questions as Neal did. Guess

you're excited, like he was. I told him papa said he'd taken my present

from Aunt Betsey. The postmaster man said so this morning. And Neal

looked awful queer when I told him, and he hurted my arm awful bad. And

then he went off and left me."

Mrs. Franklin became very white. "I think you will have to excuse me,

children. I--I do not feel very well. I will go lie down. Jack, your

arm, please."

Jack sprang to help her, and led her from the room. Cynthia only wailed

to scold Janet for her idle chatter, and then followed.

"But it's true, Cynthia," her small sister called after her. "It's true,

and you're real mean to say it isn't. You just ask Edith."

When Mr. Franklin returned and learned that his hastily uttered words of

the morning had been repeated to his wife and to Neal, he was distressed

beyond measure. "My dear, I never meant it," he said. "Hester, you must

know that I could not really believe that Neal would do such a thing. It

was impossible to help remarking upon the singular coincidence. I never

thought the child would hear me. What shall I do with her? She ought not

to have repeated what I said."

"Do nothing, John. Janet is not to blame; naturally, a child of her age

would get it wrong. But oh, I am relieved to find you did not really

think it! It gave me such a shock to hear that you thought him capable

of such an action."

"Where is the boy? I want to tell him myself."

But Neal could not be found. Cynthia and Jack hunted over the place,

looking for him in all his haunts. He was not on the river, for his

canoe was in its place. He had not gone to the village, for no horse was

out, and whether he had walked or driven, his sister would have met him

when she returned from Boston. He could not have gone for a walk, for

Bob had been left at home, and Neal never walked without Bob.

A horrible foreboding seized Cynthia. What if Neal had run away? But no;

surely he would never do such a thing. The idea of her even thinking of

it, when such a course would only make people believe that he had really

taken the money. Cynthia scolded herself severely for having allowed the

supposition to come into her mind. But where was he? As a last resource

she called Janet to her and again questioned the child closely. They

were standing on the drive in front of the house.

"What did Neal say to you, Janet, when he went off?"

"Oh, he was awful mad, I told you, Cynthia. He was just mad."

"But did he say anything?"

"Oh yes, lots. But I forget what."

"Can't you remember anything, Janet? Not one word? Did he say where he

was going?"

"No-o," drawled Janet, "he just said-- My, Cynthia, look at that

bluebird! It's a real bluebird, sure's you're alive. Wish I could catch

him."

"But, Janet, never mind the bird. What did Neal say?"

"Oh, he said good-by and he was going. Cynthia, I b'lieve if I had some

salt to put on that bird's tail I could catch him. Mayn't I, Cynthia?

Mayn't I get some salt and put it on his tail?"

"No, you can't!" cried Cynthia, stamping her foot. "I do wish you would

tell me all Neal said."

"There, now, you're in an angry passion," observed her small sister,

gazing at her calmly; "you've let your angry passions rise. You

frightened that bird away, a-stampin' of your foot that way. Aren't you

'shamed!"

"Oh, Janet, never mind. Please tell me. Did he really say good-by?"

"Will you give me your coral necklace if I tell you all he said?" said

Janet, who was ever prompt to seize an opportunity.

"Yes, yes! Anything!"

"Well, he said-- Are you sure you mean it, Cynthia? I want the coral

necklace with the nice little gold clasp and--"

"Yes, I know," groaned Cynthia. "I've only got one coral necklace, you

dreadful child! Go on, _do_ go on!"

"My, Cynthia! You're terrible impatient, and I guess your angry passions

have riz again. Well, he said, 'Good-by forever; I'm going away;' and

off he went."

"Was that all? Truthfully, Janet?"

"Yes, truthfully all. He said he wouldn't stay any longer 'cause he was

salted, or something."

"Salted!"

"Yes, or 'sulted, or some word like that."

"_In_sulted, do you mean?"

"Yes, I guess so. And now where's the necklace?"

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

STORIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE.

BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT.

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

[Illustration: Decorative L]

Late on almost any summer day early in this century a blue-eyed,

brown-haired lad might have been seen lying under a great apple-tree in

the garden of an old house in Portland, forgetful of everything else in

the world save the book he was reading.

The boy was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and the book might have been

_Robinson Crusoe_, _The Arabian Nights_, _Don Quixote_, all of which

were favorites; or possibly it was Irving's _Sketch Book_, of which he

was so fond that even the covers delighted him, and whose charm remained

unbroken throughout life. Years afterward, when, as a famous man of

letters, he was called upon to pay his tribute to the memory of Irving,

he could think of no more tender praise than to speak with grateful

affection of the book which had so fascinated him as a boy, and whose

pages still led him back into the "haunted chamber of youth."

It was during Longfellow's childhood that the British ship _Boxer_ was

captured by the _Enterprise_ in the famous sea-fight of the war of 1812;

the two captains who had fallen in the battle were buried side by side

in the cemetery at Portland, and the whole town came together to do

honor to the dead commanders. Long years afterward Longfellow speaks of

this incident in his poem entitled "My Lost Youth," and recalls the

sounds of the cannon booming over the waters, and the solemn stillness

that followed the news of the victory.

[Illustration: THE SPANISH SAILORS WITH BEARDED LIPS.]

It is in this same poem that we have a picture of the Portland of his

early life, and are given glimpses of the black wet wharves where were

the ships moored, and the Spanish sailors, "with bearded lips," who

seemed as much a mystery to the boy as the ships themselves. These came

and went across the sea, always watched and waited for with greatest

interest by the children who loved the excitement of the unloading and

loading, the shouts of the surveyors who were measuring the contents of

cask and hogshead, the songs of the negroes working the pulleys, the

jolly good nature of the seamen strolling through the streets, and,

above all, the sight of the strange treasures that came from time to

time into one home or another--bits of coral, beautiful sea-shells,

birds of resplendent plumage, foreign coins, which looked odd even in

Portland, where all the money nearly was Spanish, and the hundred and

one things dear to the hearts of sailors and children. It was during his

school-boy days that Longfellow published his first bit of verse. It was

inspired by hearing the story of a famous fight which took place on the

shores of a small lake called Lovell's Pond, between the two Lovells and

the Indians. Longfellow was deeply impressed by this story, and threw

his feeling of admiration into four stanzas, which he carried with a

beating heart down to the letter-box of the _Portland Gazette_, taking

an opportunity to slip the manuscript in when no one was looking.

[Illustration: HIS FIRST POEM.]

The next morning Longfellow watched his father unfold the paper, read

it, slowly before the fire, and finally leave the room, when the sheet

was grasped by the boy and his sister, who shared his confidence, and

hastily scanned. The poem was there in the "poets' corner" of the

_Gazette_, and Longfellow was so filled with exultant joy that he spent

the greater part of the remainder of the day in reading and rereading

the verses, becoming convinced toward evening that they promised

remarkable merit. His happiness was dimmed, however, a few hours later,

when the father of a boy friend, with whom he was passing the evening,

pronounced the verses stiff and entirely lacking in originality.

Longfellow slipped away as soon as possible to nurse his wounded

feelings in his own room, and instead of letting the incident discourage

him, began with renewed vigor to write verses, epigrams, essays, and

tragedies, which he produced in a literary partnership with one of his

boy friends. None of these effusions had any literary value, being no

better than any boy of thirteen or fourteen would produce if he turned

his attention to literature instead of to bat and ball.

Longfellow remained in Portland until his sixteenth year, when he went

to Bowdoin College, entering the Sophomore Class. Here he remained for

three years, gradually coining a name for scholarship and character that

was second to none. However much he enjoyed college sports and fun, he

never distinguished himself in any act that called for even the mildest

censure from the college authorities. The love of order, the instinct of

obedience to proper authority, and his naturally quiet tastes kept him

from any transgression of the rules that seemed irksome to those of more

excitable natures and less carefully trained. Through his entire college

career Longfellow kept the respect and affection of many of the students

whose natural tendencies led them often into mischief, but who none the

less highly esteemed the graver qualities of their friend.

Immediately after his graduation he was offered the chair of modern

languages in Bowdoin, with permission from the college authorities to

visit Europe for the purpose of fitting himself for his new duties.

Accordingly at the age of nineteen Longfellow sailed for France,

visiting also Spain, Italy, and Germany, meeting with adventure

everywhere, and storing up memory after memory that came back in

after-years to serve some purpose of his art. We have thus preserved in

his works the impressions that Europe then made upon a young American

who had come there to supplement his education by studying at the

universities, and whose mind was alive to all the culture denied it in

his own land. The grandeur of the world of antique art preserved in the

museums, the works of living artists whose names were famous, the

magnificence of the cathedrals and palaces, the thousand memories

clustered around the old historic towns and cities, the picturesque

details of peasant life, the gay student life which was so unlike that

of the American youth that it seemed a different world, all struck

Longfellow with a new and pleasant feeling of richness, as if the world

had suddenly become wider, and full of stores of unsuspected wealth. One

of Longfellow's great pleasures while on this trip was the meeting with

Irving in Spain, where the latter was busy with his _Life of Columbus_.

The vividness of his impressions of European life was seen upon all his

work, and was perhaps the first reflection of the old poetic European

influence that began to be felt in much American poetry, where the charm

of old peasant love songs and roundelays, heard for centuries among the

lower classes of Spain, France, and Italy, was wrought into translation

and transcription so perfect and spirited that they may almost rank with

original work.

Longfellow returned to America after three years' absence, and at once

began his duties at Bowdoin College, remaining three years, when he left

to take a Professorship at Harvard, which he had accepted with the

understanding that he was to spend a year and a half abroad before

commencing his work. Two years after his return he published his first

volume of poems, and his romance _Hyperion_. In _Hyperion_, Longfellow

relates some of the experiences of his own travels under the guise of

the hero, who wanders through Europe, and the book is full of the same

biographical charm that belongs to _Outre Mer_. Here the student life of

the German youths, the songs they sang, the books they read, and even

their favorite foods are noted, while the many translations of German

poetry opened a new field of delight to American readers. It was well

received by the public, who appreciated its fine poetic fancy and its

wealth of serious thought. But it was not by his prose that Longfellow

touched the deepest sympathies of his readers, and the publication of

his first volume of poetry a few months later showed his real position

in the world of American letters. This little book, which was issued

under the title _Voices of the Night_, consisted of the poems that had

so far appeared in the various magazines and papers, a few poems written

in his college days, and some translations from the French, German, and

Spanish poets. In this volume occurs some of Longfellow's choicest work,

the gem of the book being the celebrated "Psalm of Life."

[Illustration: LONGFELLOW’S HOME AT CAMBRIDGE.]

It is from this point that Longfellow goes onward, always as the

favorite poet of the American people. The "Psalm of Life" had been

published previously in a magazine without the author's name, and it had

no sooner been read than it seemed to find its way into every heart.

Ministers read it to their congregations all over the country, and it

was sung as a hymn in many churches. It was copied in almost every

newspaper in the United states, it was recited by every school-child,

and years afterwards one of America's greatest men said that in one of

the darkest hours of his life he had been cheered and uplifted by its

noble spirit. To young and old alike it brought its message, and its

voice was recognized as that of a true leader. The author of _Outre Mer_

and _Hyperion_ had well touched hands with millions of his brothers and

sisters, and the clasp was never unloosed while he lived.

In the same collection occurs "The Footsteps of Angels," another

well-beloved poem, and one in which the spirit of home life is made the

inspiration.

Longfellow's poems now followed one another in rapid succession,

appearing generally at first in some magazine, and afterward in book

form in various collections under different titles.

His greatest contributions to American literature are his "Evangeline"

and "Hiawatha," and a score of shorter poems, which in themselves would

give the author a high place in any literature.

In "Evangeline" Longfellow took for his theme the story of the

destruction of the Acadian villages in Nova Scotia by the English during

the French and Indian war. Longfellow has made of this sad story a

wondrously beautiful tale that reads like an old legend of Grecian

Arcadia.

The description of the great primeval forests stretching down to the

sea; of the villages and farms scattered over the land as unprotected as

the nests of the meadow-lark; of the sowing and harvesting of the

peasant folks, with their fÍtes and church-going, their weddings and

festivals; and the pathetic search of Evangeline for her lost lover

Gabriel among the plains of Louisiana--all show Longfellow in his finest

mood as a poet whom the sorrows of mankind touched always with reverent

pity, as well as a writer of noble verse.

Everywhere that the English language is read, "Evangeline" has passed as

the most beautiful folk-story that America has produced: and the French

Canadians, the far-away brothers of the Acadians, have included

Longfellow among their national poets. Among them "Evangeline" is known

by heart, and the cases are not rare where the people have learned

English expressly for the purpose of reading Longfellow's poem in the

original, a wonderful tribute to the poet who could thus touch to music

one of the saddest memories of their race.

In "Hiawatha" Longfellow gave to the Indian the place in poetry that had

been given him by Cooper in prose.

"Hiawatha" is a poem of the forests and of the dark-skinned race who

dwelt therein, who were learned only in forest-lore, and lived as near

to nature's heart as the fauns and satyrs of old. Into this legend

Longfellow has put all the poetry of the Indians' nature, and has made

his hero, Hiawatha, a noble creation, that compares favorably with the

King Arthur of the old British romances. From first to last Hiawatha

moves among the people a real leader, showing them how to clear their

forests, to plant grain, to make for themselves clothing of embroidered

and painted skins, to improve their fishing-grounds, and to live at

peace with their neighbors. From the time when he was a little child,

and his grandmother told him all the fairy-tales of nature, up to the

day when, like Arthur, he passed mysteriously through the gates of the

sunset, all his hope and joy and work were for his people. He is a

creature that could only have been born from a mind as pure and poetic

as that of Longfellow. All the scenes and images of the poem are so true

to nature that they seem like very breaths from the forests. We move

with Hiawatha through the dewy birchen aisles, learn with him the

language of the nimble squirrel and of the wise beaver and mighty bear,

watch him build his famous canoe, and spend hours with him fishing in

the waters of the great inland sea, bordered by the great pictured rocks

painted by nature itself. Longfellow's first idea of the poem was

suggested, it is said, by his hearing a Harvard student recite some

Indian tales. Searching among the various books that treated of the

American Indians, he found many legends and incidents that preserved

fairly well the traditional history of the Indian race, and grouping

these around one central figure, and filling in the gaps with poetic

descriptions of the forests, mountains, lakes, rivers, and plains which

made up the abode of these picturesque people, he thus built up the

entire poem. The metre used is that in which the "Kalevala Thean," the

national epic of the Finn, is written, and the Finnish hero Wainamoinen,

in his gift of song and his brave adventures, is not unlike the great

Hiawatha.

Among Longfellow's other long poems are "The Spanish Student," a

dramatic poem founded upon a Spanish romance; "The Divine Tragedy" and

"The Golden Legend," founded upon the life of Christ; "The Courtship of

Miles Standish," a tale of Puritan love-making in the time of the early

settlers; and "Tales of a Wayside Inn," which are a series of poems of

adventure supposed to be related by the guests at an inn.

But it is with such poems as "Evangeline" and "Hiawatha," and the

shorter famous poems like the "Psalm of Life," "Excelsior," "The Wreck

of the _Hesperus_," "The Building of the Ship," "The Footsteps of

Angels," that his claim as the favorite poet of America has its

foundation. "The Building of the Ship" was never read during the

struggle of the civil war without raising the audience to a passion of

enthusiasm; and so in each of these shorter poems Longfellow touched

with wondrous sympathy the hearts of his readers. Throughout the land he

was received as the poet of the home and heart: the sweet singer to whom

the fireside and family gave ever sacred and beautiful meanings.

Some poems on slavery, a prose tale called "Kavanajh," and a translation

of the "Divine Comedy" of Dante, must also be included among

Longfellow's work; but these have never reached the success attained by

his more popular poems, which are known by heart by millions.

Longfellow died in Cambridge in 1882, in the same month in which was

written his last poem, "The Bells of San Blas," which concludes with

these words,

"It is daybreak everywhere."

JOHN CABOT.

Hickety, pickety, John Cabot

Longed to discover a brand-new spot.

He found Cape Breton, and, well content.

As fast as the billows would take him, he went

Back to his home with a very high head,

And unto King Henry the Seventh he said,

"I have found China, that empire old.

Give me a garment all trimmed with gold."

Hickety, pickety, John Cabot,

Garments and titles and honors he got.

And he said to his barber one summer day,

"I have an island to give away,

An island in China, a very nice spot,

I hope you will like it," quoth John Cabot.

Hickety, pickety, bless my heart,

To own an island is very smart.

"To own an island is great indeed,"

The barber he said, "and a title I'll need.

And I'll wear a mantle all trimmed with lace,

And never again will I shave a face."

But alas for the barber, and poor John too,

Their titles and honors and airs fell through.

It was only a corner of Canada, not

The Chinese Empire which John Cabot

Had found in 1497

And unto his barber so freely had given.

So then this poor barber of John Cabot

Back to his shaving went trit-ty-te-trot.

Both of his island and title bereft,

Lucky indeed that his razor was left.

But hickety, pickety, John Cabot

Really discovered a brand-new spot.

THE RACING YACHT OF TO-DAY.

BY L. A. TEREBEL.

When the _America's_ Cup was first contested for, a good many years ago,

the boats that competed for it were out-and-out yachts--pleasure craft

that could be of service to their owners for other purposes besides

cup-hunting and cup-defending. But the craft that we see taking part in

the international races nowadays are nothing more nor less than

racing-machines. These are built solely to take part in the struggle

with the Britisher, just as the Britisher is built solely to sail

against the fastest Yankee: and after the cup contests are over these

$250,000 beauties are of no further use, except, of course, to win other

races. When I say that they are of no further use, I do not mean this

statement to be taken as literally true, because the boats can be

reconstructed and remodelled for cruising purposes, and sometimes are,

but they cannot be used for anything but racing when in the condition

they appear in at the starting-line. Many people not particularly

interested in yachting cannot see why rich men should put a quarter of a

million of dollars into a boat which, after it has sailed against an

English yacht, will only bring about $10,000 in open market. They argue

that the end of sport would be just as well served by the racing of

smaller boats, and Lord Dunraven himself has been reported as saying he

thought it would be advisable to restrict the length of the racers to

seventy-five feet. A few years ago there were no such restrictions, but

when _Puritan_ was built to meet _Genesta_ it was mutually decided by

the Englishmen and the Americans that the sloops should not exceed

ninety feet on the water-line.

But the builders have to a certain extent neutralized this rule by

giving their yachts such an overhang fore and aft that they can stand

much more sail than other sloops of larger dimensions. We have probably

reached the limit in expense of yacht-building this year, however, and I

doubt if any cup defender will ever be built to cost more than the

present one. A new class, called half-raters (restricted to 15 feet

racing length), is coming into popularity, and the Seawanhaka-Corinthian

Yacht Club is to hold international races of boats of that kind next

month. This new class in international matches will doubtless claim some

of the interest that has been given to the giant single-stickers, and in

years to come the expense involved in the defense of the _America's_ Cup

ought not to be so excessive.

[Illustration: "DEFENDER."]

[Illustration: "VALKYRIE."

THE CHALLENGER AND DEFENDER OF THE "AMERICA'S" CUP IN DRY DOCK.]

But to return to the yachts themselves, and to what I said about their

uselessness as cruisers. The _Valkyrie_ that sailed against _Defender_

on September 7th was not the _Valkyrie_ that crossed the ocean in

August. The racer is an empty shell, with a towering mast and thousands

of square feet of sail, whereas the travelling _Valkyrie_ was the home

of the forty or forty-five men who constituted her crew, and she was a

two-masted craft--with stubby masts at that. As the one aim of both

_Valkyrie_ and _Defender_ is to attain the highest possible speed,

everything is done that experience and money can do to make the boats as

light and as swift-sailing as possible. The one thought of the builders

from the moment they got the orders to design the yachts was to make the

shape of each boat the best to cut through the water, and the sails the

most efficient to catch every breath of air stirring overhead.

In order that his rival might not know what kind of a boat was going to

be turned out, both the English and the American architects worked with

the greatest secrecy, and even after the boats had been launched and

seen by the public their true measurements were withheld. But enough is

known about the construction of racing sloops in general, and sufficient

has leaked out about the building of _Defender_ in particular, for us to

have a pretty good knowledge of the boat that was depended upon to keep

the _America's_ Cup on this side of the water.

[Illustration: "DEFENDER"]

About three months were required for the construction of _Defender_. She

was built at Bristol, Rhode Island. The plans were first fully discussed

by the owners and the architect and his assistants, and were then laid

out on paper to a scale, probably one inch to the foot--although this

would make a pretty large working plan. But still, the larger a plan is

the better, and in an important matter of this kind no pains are spared

to reach perfection. A model of a yacht under construction is

unnecessary, and is seldom made, except for the pleasure or curiosity of

the owner.

It was decided to give up the centreboard this year--much to the

disappointment of a great many patriotic yachtsmen, for the centreboard

is a purely American institution--and the plans were consequently

designed for a keel boat. _Defender_'s keel is of lead, and weighs 80

tons. It is 5 feet 6 inches high, 3 feet 6 inches wide, and 35 feet long

on top, and was cast in the shop where the yacht was built, for such a

weight as that could not very well be moved from one end of a ship-yard

to the other. A cross section of this lead keel would look very much

like the cross section of a pear cut lengthwise, with the bulge at the

bottom. Fore and aft it is shaped somewhat like a whale or a

cat-fish--that is, it is largest forward and tapers toward the stern.

This doubtless seems strange to a great many unobservant landsmen, who

know that ships are usually made as pointed and sharp as possible at the

bow. This is all very well for a body that is intended to cut through

the water, but for anything meant to travel under the surface the fish

shape is the proper thing. All fish are larger at the head than at the

tail, and yet they seem to find no difficulty in getting through the

water very rapidly. Following this natural phenomenon, the keel of

_Defender_ is bulging at the bow and tapering at the stern.

Just, as the size and position of every stone in a large building are

figured out before the work is begun, so was every part of _Defender_

designed and laid out in the mould loft at Bristol long before the

actual work of construction could commence. The mould loft is a very

large room, with a spacious floor and plenty of light. On the floor

every part of _Defender_ was sketched out in chalk to the actual size

required. Every beam and section was accurately laid down, and the

workmen made wooden moulds or patterns from these sketches. To these

wooden moulds the metal ribs and frames were afterwards bent. This work

was done on the "bending table" by methods fully described in an article

on ship-building published in No. 784 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. When the

steel ribs were satisfactorily completed, and had been found to be

exactly as designed in the mould loft, they were taken into the shed

where the yacht was being constructed. This shed, by-the-way, was a

harder place to get into than the palace of the Czar. The doors were

kept locked all the time, and watchmen were on duty day and night to

drive away intruders. Only the owners, the architects, and the workmen

were permitted to enter.

The keel, which is made of cast brass in three sections, was bolted to

the lead with great screws from six to eight inches long, and the ribs

were riveted to the keel and steadied across the top with wooden cross

spalls until the deck beams were ready to be put on. The latter are of

aluminium bronze. Everything in the make up of the yacht so far has been

metal, and everything will be metal to the end. Even the stern and stem

are brass castings, and there is no wood in the body of _Defender_,

except the deck, which is of 24-inch light pine. The two or three

partitions inside of her are made of canvas stretched on light pine

frames, and the only other wood on board is in the mast. Even the boom

is metal--that is, since _Valkyrie_ came over with a steel boom.

To the ribs were riveted the plates, which are of manganese bronze,

which is a kind of refined brass, only three-sixteenths of an inch

thick, and the upper two streaks are of aluminium. This aluminium is

said to be almost pure, and is the lightest metal known.

[Illustration: "VALKYRIE."]

_Valkyrie_ is not such a metallic boat as _Defender_. She is of the

composite type. Her stem and stern are of wood, and she is planked on

the outside with American elm below water and spruce on top. This elm is

an excellent wood for yacht construction. It will not decay if kept

under water, but spoils if allowed to be wet and dry by turns. It is

used a great deal in England, and yet, strange as this may seem, it

cannot be bought in the New York lumber market. It is scarcely known

here. It comes from Canada, in the neighborhood of Quebec, and the whole

supply is shipped to England. In Canada the elms are grown in

plantations, and cultivated so that they are straighter and taller than

those we have in the United States. Here elm is seldom used in the

construction of ships except for knees. It is also a favorite wood for

the hubs of wheels. But this elm is the common elm, not the American elm

of the English market, which, as I have said, is hardly ever seen on

this coast.

But although _Valkyrie_'s hull and stern are of wood, her frames are of

nickel steel strapped together with steel ribbons running at an angle.

Thus, before her planking was put on, she must have looked like a huge

steel basket.

The masts of both yachts are of Oregon pine. And with regard to this

Oregon pine another peculiar feature of the Atlantic coast lumber market

becomes apparent. Ten years ago Oregon pine was not known here.

Ship-builders did not use it. But the Britishers did, and all the Oregon

pine that could be purchased used to be shipped to England in

sailing-vessels that went around Cape Horn from Puget Sound. When our

ship-builders finally discovered that this pine was about the best that

could be had for masts and spars, they tried to buy some, but they found

they had to go to English markets to get it. Within the past few years,

however, more and more Oregon pine has been offered for sale on this

coast, and it is probable that _Defender_'s mast was not imported from

England. The first boom of _Defender_ was also of Oregon pine. This boom

cost nearly $2000, and was built like a barrel, or rather like two

barrels--one on the outside of the other. This was to give additional

strength. The inner boom was hooped together with steel bands, and then

the outer layer of pine staves was fitted on and hooped with brass

rings. But when _Valkyrie_ appeared in dry dock here and began to put on

her racing togs, the _Defender_ syndicate saw the Britisher's steel

boom, and forthwith set about to build one like it. _Valkyrie_'s boom is

the first of the kind ever seen in this country, and probably the first

of the kind ever made. Some of the big sailing ships of commerce have

had steel yards, and racing-boats abroad have sometimes been fitted with

spars of drawn steel; but nothing like this boom of _Valkyrie_ had ever

before been attempted. It is hollow, of course, and although of steel,

is about one ton lighter than the pine boom that _Defender_ first

carried. The American yacht's steel boom is now a counterpart of her

rival's. It is made in sections that are riveted together through

flanges that project on the outer side. It is built on the plan of an

elevated railroad pillar, and looks very much like one, being of about

the same thickness, only round instead of square, and about twice as

long as the average elevated-road pillar is high.

The sails of the racers are probably the most wonderful part of their

whole make up. _Defender_, when she has her mainsail, her jib, her jib

topsail, her staysail, and her working topsail up, carries 12,000 square

feet of canvas. And when she substitutes for these working-sails her

balloon jib, her club topsail, and puts out her spinnaker she almost

doubles that area. These sails cost thousands of dollars, because there

must be several of each in case of accident to one or another, and for

use in the different kinds of wind that may prevail in a race. There is

a heavy mainsail for strong winds, of sea-island cotton or Egyptian

cotton or ramie cloth, while the jibs are made of lighter grades of the

same material, until they come down to the constituency of a coarse

pocket-handkerchief. One of _Defender_'s spinnakers is of Scotch linen.

In 1893 it was reported that one of _Valkyrie II._'s big spinnakers was

of silk, but it was not; it was of exceedingly fine Irish linen.

Taking all these matters into account, and considering that each boat

must have from forty to fifty sailors to man her, it becomes evident

that the building and maintaining of such a yacht is a matter of no

small expense. Mr. George Gould spent no less than $40,000 to put

_Vigilant_ in condition to race with _Defender_ in the preliminary

trials this year. The crew has to be engaged and trained for weeks

before the racer is put into commission, and kept at work for a couple

of months before the great contests for the Cup are held. These sailors,

of course, cannot live on the yacht, since there is no room for bunks or

lockers or a galley on the modern racing-machine. Therefore both

_Defender_ and _Valkyrie_ have steam-tenders.

There is really something humorous about a crew of sailors leaving their

hollow unbunked boat every evening to go to bed in a tender near by. At

meal-time, too, the gallant tars have to seek their floating hotel. When

_Defender_ was with the New York Yacht Squadron on this summer's cruise

she reached port one evening ahead of most of the fleet, and of her slow

consort. She was too deep of draught to get far into the harbor, and

being a "racer" she had nothing aboard but men and sails, a small

anchor, and a small dinghy. Consequently the crew sat on the deck for

several hours, with their legs hanging over the sides, waiting for the

_Hattie Palmer_ to come along and give them their supper.

A great number of Americans--and I am one of them--would have preferred

to see _Defender_ built on the American centreboard plan, all of

American material, and without borrowing British ideas, especially as to

the boom. They were sorry to hear that Mr. Gould last year wanted Mr.

Ratsey, _Valkyrie_'s sail-maker, to make _Vigilant_'s sails, and they

were very glad when the loyal and patriotic Ratsey (credit be to him for

it!) refused to take the order. But, after all, this great number of

Americans has nothing to say in the matter, and all they--and I--want is

to see _Defender_ win by fair means the matches she was built to race

in, and the Cup she was built to defend.

[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]

The only school in this country that I know of where rowing takes the

leading position in sports is St. Paul's of Concord. There is rowing

done at other schools, of course, as at Cascadilla, near Ithaca, and at

St. John's, Delafield, Wisconsin, but at none of these institutions has

the art reached the stage of perfection which characterizes the work of

the St. Paul's oarsmen. It is doubtless because rowing has been indulged

in there for almost twenty-five years, whereas at the other schools I

have mentioned boating is a comparative novelty. It is growing in

popularity as a scholastic sport, however, and in a few years I have no

doubt that every school situated close enough to a lake or a river will

have a crew, just as almost every school nowadays has an eleven and a

nine.

It was in 1871 that the two rowing clubs were formed at St. Paul's, and

the scholars divided about evenly in the membership of each. Since then

the interest and enthusiasm in the sport have grown so steadily, that

the annual race in June between the Halcyon and Shattuck crews is looked

upon as the principal athletic event of the school year. Each club puts

three crews on the water--a first crew of eight men and a cockswain,

using a regular racing-shell; a second crew of six men and a cockswain,

using a gig; and a third crew of four men and a cockswain, also using a

gig. Captains are elected for every crew, and the captains of the first

crews are the captains of their clubs. The rowing is done on Lake

Penacook, which affords a very good mile-and-a-half course, and is

within easy distance of the school buildings.

The first race between the rival clubs was held in 1871, the year of

their organization. The crews rowed in four-oared barges over a two-mile

course. The best time made was 8 minutes and 53 seconds. In 1874 the

course was changed to 1-3/4 miles, and each club organized a second

crew, owing to the increasing number of candidates for a seat in the

boat. These crews also rowed in four-oared barges, as did the thirds,

which were organized a few years later. In 1883 the first crews rowed in

six-oared barges for the first time. The course was made two miles. This

gave a new interest to the sport, and many fine oarsmen began to

develop. The best time for the two miles was made in 12 minutes 32

seconds, which is a very good showing for a crew made up of novices. In

1891 the first crews of both clubs began to row in eights, and the

course was made a mile and one-half without a turn. The fastest eight

rowed over the course in 8 minutes 25 seconds, and although the crew of

'94 claim 8 minutes and 8 seconds, the former figure stands as the

record at the present time.

The routine of training is similar to that of the college crews. Soon

after the Christmas recess all applicants are taken in charge by the

trainer and the older men from former crews. The candidates are divided

into squads and put to work at calisthenics, weight-pulling, and the

first principles of rowing on the hydraulic rowing-machines. This goes

on through the winter, and one by one the poorer material is dropped and

the crews are chosen. As soon as the snow is off the ground the running

begins; short distances at first, increasing to two or three miles. The

gymnasium work meantime continues, and the mysteries of the stroke are

gradually unfolded at the machines, and each member of the crew is

coached, prodded, and scolded into proper form, until at Easter the men

have learned the full stroke.

When the school reopens after the Easter recess the daily work

continues, with practice in the water on a small pond by the gymnasium.

A working boat of two or four oars, with the coach for a cockswain, is

used for this purpose. As soon as the course at Lake Penacook is open

the crews row there every afternoon, except Sundays, going and coming in

four-horse barges. Here the drudgery stops, and the interesting though

hard work begins. The coach shouts and gesticulates from a pair oar, men

are changed about in the boats, cockswains are taught to use the

seemingly simple rudder, and the captains exhort their crews in language

which strangers might consider superexpressive. When hands are surer and

muscles harder the full course is attempted, and the time is taken. This

is generally represented to the oarsmen as rather poor, and the

necessity for doing better is constantly impressed upon them.

On account of the Vice-Rector's views as to how athletics should be

conducted in his school, the date for the final race in June is never

set or definitely announced much before the day of the event. This is

done so that the good people of Concord shall not know when the races

are to be, and may thus not avail themselves of the opportunity to see

some good rowing. This spring, in order to carry this principle to an

extreme, the races, as was told in this Department of July 2d, were

rowed in the morning instead of in the afternoon, as has been usual, and

only the members of the school knew of this in time to reach the shores

of Penacook. There is always a great deal of excitement and enthusiasm

displayed on the occasion of the contests, and at the close of the day

the colors of the winning club are hoisted on the school flag-pole.

[Illustration: Cochran, 3. Whitbeck, 5. Glidden, 2. Sturges, stroke.

Woodle, 7. Lockwood, bow. Small, 6 (Capt). Holly, 4.

THE SHATTUCK CREW.]

The crews this year were made up as follows:

SHATTUCK BOAT CLUB.

FIRST CREW.

Height. Weight. Age.

Walter K. Sturges, stroke 5 7-1/2 159 18 9

Allan S. Woodle, No. 7 5 10-1/2 164 17 2

George Small, No. 6 and Captain 5 11 170 17 7

Brainerd H. Whitbeck, No. 5 5 11 164 17 10

James K. Holly, No. 4 6 165 18 10

William F. Cochran, No. 3 5 8-3/4 134 19 4

John M. Glidden, No. 2 6 160 18

Henry M. Lockwood, bow 5 11-1/2 160 18 2

-------- ------- -----

Averages 5 10-1/2 159-1/2 18 3

Cockswain, Parker Whitney, weight 90 lbs.

SECOND CREW.

Height. Weight. Age.

Howard L. O'Fallon, stroke and Captain 5 7-1/2 140 18 2

Albert L. Nickerson, No. 5 6 1 165 18

James D. Ireland, No. 4 5 11-3/4 143 16 8

Frederick H. Brooke, No. 3 6 150 18 7

Crispin Oglebay, No. 2 5 8-1/2 160 18

George C Beack, bow 5 9 140 17 5

-------- ------- -----

Averages 5 10-1/2 149-2/3 17 8

Cockswain, Harold C. Neal, weight 90 lbs.

THIRD CREW.

Height. Weight. Age.

John J. Knox, stroke and Captain 5 7 125 18 10

Constant D. Huntington, No. 3 6 165 18 7

James G. Averell, No. 2 6 1 150 17 5

Douglas Halliday, bow 5 7 130 18 6

-------- ------- -----

Averages 5 9-3/4 142-1/2 18 4

Cockswain, Sylvester Y. L'Hommedieu, weight 92 lbs.

[Illustration: Kerner, bow. Berger, 2. Whelen, 5. Wilcox, 3.

Niedecken, 4. Stewart, stroke. Hart, cock'n. Wheeler, 6 (Capt).

McDuffie, 7.

THE HALCYON CREW.]

HALCYON BOAT CLUB.

FIRST CREW.

Height. Weight. Age.

John T. Stewart, 2d, stroke 5 8 159 18

Harry McDuffie, No. 7 6 165 18

Herbert Wheeler, No. 6 and Captain 6 169 17 5

William B. Whelen, No. 5 6 3 167 17 10

James H. Niedecken, No. 4 6 174 17 4

Richard N. Wilcox, No. 3 5 11 153 18

W. F. B. Berger, No. 2 5 11 159 18

Howard S. Kerner, bow 5 9 145 18 5

---- ------- -----

Averages 5 11 161-3/8 17 10

Cockswain, Henry G. Hart, weight 100 lbs.

SECOND CREW.

Height. Weight. Age.

Griswold Green, stroke and Captain 5 7 134 18 3

Livingston L. Biddle, No. 5 5 10 155 17 6

John Baird, No. 4 5 9 163 18 2

Nicholas Biddle, No. 3 6 156 16 2

Leonard M. Thomas, No. 2 5 8 146 17 2

Frederick C. Bingham, bow 5 6 135 18

------- ------- --------

Averages 5 8-2/3 148-1/3 17 6-1/2

Cockswain, James C. Cooley, weight 105 lbs.

THIRD CREW.

Height. Weight. Age.

Seaman D. Sinkler, stroke 5 7-1/2 143 16 8

Francis S. Goodwin, No. 3 5 10 150 16 5

Augustus B. Berger, No. 2 5 6 126 16 5

Joseph D. Forbes, bow 5 8-3/4 149 17 9

-------- --- --------

Averages 5 8-1/2 140 16 9-1/2

Cockswain, Ben-Ali H. Lounsbery, weight 75 lbs.

[Illustration: SHATTTUCK. HALCYON.

THE ST. PAUL'S CREWS IN THE WATER.]

It is apparent at once from these tables that both of the first crews

were made up of exceptionally tall and heavy young men. Of the two

eights, the Shattucks, however, proved themselves the better. Their time

and blade-work were poor, but in spite of this they travelled through

the water faster than their rivals. Holly and Whitbeck, Nos. 4 and 5,

will certainly be heard from in college, as they are both good athletes

and fine oars. The former goes to Yale and the latter to Harvard. The

Halcyons excelled over the Shattucks in general form, but still their

blade-work was hardly satisfactory. Of the Halcyons, Wheeler, who goes

to Princeton, and Stewart, who goes to Yale, were the best oars. Both

crews were made up of old men who had rowed before, and consequently a

very close race was expected when they met on Lake Penacook. It was

thought by the Halcyons that they would win on their even stroke and

smooth finish. And the backers of the "Shads" maintained that the

strength of their crew would pull them out ahead. The race was rowed on

the morning of June 11th, the "Shads" winning by five lengths. They lost

the second after a plucky race, and also the third. The Halcyons were

rather out of it most of the time. They had not the lasting power to

keep up their pace, and so while their form grew poorer, that of the

Shattucks improved. The time, 9 minutes 30 seconds was very poor; but as

the crews had never rowed in the morning before, this must be taken into

account.

The great fault of the crews at St. Paul's is that they are very liable

to lose their form in the excitement of a race, and each man gets to row

his own stroke. This is not so noticeable in the first crews as in the

seconds and thirds. Nevertheless the Concord School turns out the best

oarsmen that go to the universities, some of the best known being Phil

Allen, George Brewster, Stillman, Goetchius, Hickock, and Fenessy. But

it is to be regretted that with such fine men, and such well-trained

crews and football teams, and baseball nines, it should be the policy of

the school to prohibit interscholastic contests. St. Paul's never meets

any other school on field or water.

THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO INTERSCHOLASTIC LAWN-TENNIS TOURNAMENT.

SINGLES.

Preliminary Round. First Round. Second Round.

W. Beggs (C.M.). }

Anderson (P.Y.). } Beggs, 6-1, 7-5.

H. H. Lay (M.P.A.). }

H. Poppen (H.P.H.). } Lay, 6-3, 3-6, 6-0. }

} Lay, 6-1, 6-3.

P. D. McQuiston (C.A.).} McQuiston, 2-6, 7-5, 6-1. }

M. A. Warren (L.F.A.). }

W. C. Powell (L.V.H.). }

C. M. Raymond (H.S.). } Powell, 6-4, 6-0. }

} Staley, 6-1, 6-3.

P. Staley (N.D.H.). } Staley, 6-1, 6-1. }

R. White (E.H.). }

A. Vernon (E.H.M.). }

A. Johnston (W.D.). } A. Vernon, 6-1,8-6.

Second Round. Final Round. Winner.

Beggs, 6-1, 7-5. }

Lay, 6-1, 6-3. } Beggs, 6-1, 6-3. }

} Beggs, 2-6, 6-2, 6-2,

Staley, 6-1, 6-3. } Staley, 6-4, 4-6, 6-3. } 3-6, 6-2.

A. Vernon, 6-1, 8-6.}

DOUBLES.

Preliminary Round. First Round Second Round.

McQuiston Brothers (C.A.). } McQuiston Brothers,

Warren-Stearns (L.F.A.). } 6-1, 6-2.

Beggs-Goble (C.M.). } Beggs and Goble,

Gore-Garnett (H.P.H.). } 3-6, 6-3, 6-4. }

} Beggs and Goble,

Boyce-Puillson (H.S.). } Boyce and Puillson, } 6-2, 6-2.

Vernon-Clark (E.H.M.). } default. }

Staley-Keith (N.D.H.). } Staley and Keith, }

Anderson-Halsey (P.Y.).} 7-5, 3-6, 6-3. } Staley and Keith,

Powell and Fallon (L.V.H.). } 6-1, 9-7.

Drake and Blackwelder } Drake and

(M.P.A.). } Blackwelder,

Wallace and Johnston } 2-6, 6-3, 6-3.

(W.D.H.).

Second Round. Final Round. Winners.

McQuiston Brothers, 6-1, 6-2. } Beggs and Goble,

Beggs and Goble, 6-2, 6-2. } 6-2, 9-7. }

} Staley and Keith,

Staley and Keith, 6-1, 9-7. } Staley and Keith, } 8-6, 6-2, 6-4.

Drake and Blackwelder, 2-6, } default

6-3, 6-3.

C.M.--Chicago Manual Training School

P.Y.--Princeton-Yale School.

M.P.A.--Morgan Park Academy.

H.P.H.--Hyde Park High-School.

C.A.--Chicago Academy.

L.F.A.--Lake Fort Academy.

L.V.H.--Lake View High-School.

H.S.--Harvard School.

N.D.H.--North Division High-School.

E.H.--Englewood High-School.

E.H.M.--English High and Manual Training School.

W.D.--West Division High-School.

The Interscholastic Tennis Tournament of the University of Chicago was

held in that city last June, the results being shown in the accompanying

table of scores. Points counted as follows: First in singles, 5; second

in singles, 3; first in doubles, 7; second in doubles, 4. The North

Division High-School took the championship by winning first place in the

doubles, and second in the singles, earning thereby a total of 10

points. Second place went to the Chicago Manual Training School, whose

representatives took first in the singles and second in the doubles,

total, 9 points. The school winning the greatest number of points in

three years will obtain permanent possession of the trophy. The

tournament was a success, and the formation of the association is bound

to stimulate the growth of the game in the schools in the neighborhood

of Chicago. It is to be regretted that Beggs was not sent to Newport.

The winner of next year's tournament should certainly come East.

THE GRADUATE.

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TEACHER (_to class in philosophy_). "What are the properties of heat,

Willie?"

WILLIE. "The properties of heat are to bake, cook, roast--"

TEACHER. "Stop--next. What are the properties of heat?"

JOHNNY. "The properties of heat is that it expands bodies, while cold

contracts them."

TEACHER. "Very good. Can you give me an example?"

JOHNNY. "Yes, sir. In summer, when it is very hot, the day is long; in

winter, when it is cold, it gets to be very short."

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=GOOD MUSIC= arouses a spirit of good-will, creates a harmonious

atmosphere, and where harmony and good-will prevail, the disobedient,

turbulent unruly spirit finds no resting-place. Herbert Spencer puts his

final test of any plan of culture in the form of a question, "Does it

create a pleasurable excitement in the pupils?" Judged by this

criterion, Music deserves the first rank, for no work done in the school

room is so surely creative of pleasure as singing. Do we not all agree,

then, that Vocal Music has power to benefit every side of the child

nature? And in these days, when we seek to make our schools the arenas

where children may grow into symmetrical, substantial, noble characters,

can we afford to neglect so powerful an aid as Music? Let us as rather

encourage it in every way possible.

_Nowhere can you find for Home or School a better Selection of Songs and

Hymns than in the Franklin Square Song Collection._

Sold Everywhere. Price, 50 cents; Cloth, $1.00. Full contents of the

Several Numbers, with Specimen Pages of favorite Songs and Hymns, sent

by Harper & Brothers, New York, to any address.

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This Department is conducted in the interest of Bicyclers, and the

Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the subject. Our

maps and tours contain much valuable data kindly supplied from the

official maps and road-books of the League of American Wheelmen.

Recognizing the value of the work being done by the L. A. W., the

Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership

blanks and information so far as possible.

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We have now finally to turn to the eastward of New York, and take up the

route from New York to Boston. The trip from New York to Stamford (see

map in No. 811) has already been given in the ROUND TABLE, and for an

ordinary rider who is taking the trip easily this might serve as the

first day's trip, being a distance of about twenty-eight miles. On

leaving Stamford the next morning, proceed by the Post Road and turnpike

direct to Darien. The road itself from Stamford to New Haven is along

the shore, which, at the same time that it necessitates the crossing of

several bridges during a day, also offers many beautiful views of the

Sound, and, as a usual thing, is one of the coolest rides in summer. The

road-bed, as a rule, is in reasonably good condition; but, where

available between villages, the side path may be taken to advantage,

except in one or two instances, which are especially mentioned. From

Darien to South Norwalk, a distance of four miles, is one of these,

where the rider should avoid side paths. Crossing the railroad at

Darien, the road runs direct to South Norwalk. At South Norwalk again

cross the railroad on the east of the station, and the road turning

northward, to avoid an inlet, should be followed along the shore to

Saugatuck Church, which is close by the railroad. Here the rider should

take Riverside Avenue, and, following the horse-car tracks, proceed to

Westport to the drawbridge, which he should cross, and thence,

proceeding straight ahead, run into Southport, passing by Green's Farm,

and always following the main road as laid down on the map.

By referring to this map, moreover, the rider will see that it is

possible to turn to the left about one and a half miles out of Westport

after crossing the drawbridge, and run up a more direct road to

Southport. The road, however, is not as good, and the rider will do well

to follow the bicycle route exactly as marked on the map. At Southport

the railroad is again crossed at the station and the direct road for

Fairfield taken, which continues without many turnings to Bridgeport. At

Bridgeport more than half the journey to New Haven is done, a distance

of twenty-two or twenty-three miles, and you can put up for dinner.

After finishing dinner, cross the river at Bridgeport near the depot,

and take the turnpike to Stratford, thence to Naugatuck to Milford, a

distance of nine miles. Running out of Milford turn to the right and

keep to the shore road always. About two and a half miles out of

Woodmont you pass into the turnpike road direct to West Haven, and from

here the run into New Haven is easily found and but a short distance,

and here you may put up very comfortably at the New Haven House, and

take the opportunity that afternoon, if you arrive in town early enough,

or the next morning before you start on the next stage, to go over the

grounds and through the buildings of Yale University.

This trip from New York to Boston is a capital one for any one to take

during the fall, and we shall therefore follow it out by the following

stages: 1. From New York to Stamford; 2. From Stamford to New Haven; 3.

From New Haven to New London; 4. From New London to Shannuck; 5. From

Shannuck to Providence; 6. From Providence to Boston.

NOTE.--Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of

route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford,

Connecticut, in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New

Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814.

Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. Brooklyn to Northport in No. 816.

Tarrytown to Poughkeepsie in No. 817. Poughkeepsie to Hudson in

No. 818. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in

820. Trenton to Philadelphia in 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.

Philadelphia-Wissahickon Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West

Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City--First Stage in

No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland--First

Stage in No. 827; Second Stage in No. 828.

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This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young

Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question on

the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address

Editor.

I am going to have a little chat with you, girls, on the obligations of

good breeding, and first I will begin by relating an incident.

A friend of mine was in a Broadway cable-car the other day. You girls

who live in New York know just how the big cable-cars swing along, how

fast they go, and how many people they can accommodate. Most of you have

taken rides in electric cars which to-day are to be found all over our

country, scurrying along like mail in some of the rural places, where,

once out of sight of the village, and on a level stretch of road, they

fairly fly. I could tell you of one line where the cars rush along over

a down grade at a furious rate of speed, while the smiling passengers

cling to the seats or frantically hold on to their hats and parasols,

and once safely out, everybody takes a long breath of relief. But this

is diverging. I was going to tell you of my friend's adventure in the

New York car, a sober-moving thing in comparison with its country

cousin. And my tale has nothing in the world to do with the speed or

slowness of the car, anyway.

My friend took his seat, and presently began to be very uncomfortable.

For everybody seemed amused at him, glances were levelled in his

direction, girls giggled, elderly ladies drew their faces into a pucker,

and the atmosphere of the place was as electric as the fluid which sent

the car through space. After a short interval the puzzled gentleman

discovered that it was not he who was the object of mirth to his

comrades on the road, but a poor, shy, blushing, tearful, trembling,

frightened girl who was sitting by his side. She, poor child, was

dressed in an outre fashion, which did not please the set of people in

that conveyance, and, evidently, she had met with an accident, for her

clothing was tumbled and torn, her face was bruised and cut, and one

hand had been wrenched and seemed to be paining her very much. I can

imagine nothing more brutally ill-bred and rudely ignorant and unfeeling

than the behavior of those silly girls and boys, and still more silly

grown-up people in that car. Can you? They were laughing at a child who

had met with an accident on her wheel!

Now, for an opposite picture. One afternoon lately, at the terminus of a

great railroad, in a crowded waiting-room, a foreign lady with her

attendants attracted some observation, but was neither stared nor

laughed at. Yet her costume was really extraordinary. Around her neck

she wore a dozen chains of gold, linked together and sparkling with rare

gems. The chains hung to her waist, and gleamed like a gorgeous

breast-plate. Pendants of diamonds hung from her small brown ears. Her

small dark hands were loaded with jewelled rings; her head was enveloped

in many folds of white silken gauze. Open-worked silk stockings covered

her little feet, and she wore high-heeled slippers with painted toes.

Her travelling-gown was a rich shimmering brocade, ill fitting and with

a long train. Her maids, one fair and white, the other black as ebony,

were loaded with baskets and bundles, and her servitor held in leash two

magnificent collies, while a green and yellow parrot chattered from his

perch on the man's arm.

All this was a sight to arouse attention and excite curiosity, but

_this_ was a well-bred throng of people gathered in the waiting-room,

and the lady, probably a princess from some tropic island, was annoyed

by no looks, laughter, or remarks.

One of the first rules to be adopted by a thoroughly polite person is

this: Never show surprise, except of the genuinely gracious kind, the

kind that expresses cordial interest and pleasure. Never laugh at an

awkward predicament, at, for example, a fall, or a mistake made by

another. Be careful never to pain any one, friend or stranger, by

ridicule, or by thoughtlessly plain speaking.

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A Very Generous Offer.

I would be glad to send to members about the Table specimens of

the slate schists and gold-bearing quartz from this section of the

Appalachian Range, the oldest geological formation of the

continent. My father is engaged in gold-mining in this country,

and I have collected a large number of beautiful specimens.

We have no express office near, but as much as four pounds can be

sent by mail at one cent an ounce. All I ask is that whoever sends

for quartz enclose postage-stamps for as many ounces as they

desire. I will label the specimens, pack and mail them for the

sake of giving to my fellow-readers of the ROUND TABLE an

opportunity of possessing some rare geological specimens of this

almost undiscovered country.

MARGARET L. JOHNSON.

MARGANNA, VA.

Junior $50 Word Hunt.

Fifty dollars will be given by HARPER'S ROUND TABLE to the persons,

under eighteen, who make out of the letters composing "Harper's Round

Table" the greatest number of English words found in Webster or

Worcester. Letters may be used in any order. No proper names or plurals

allowed. $25 to first, $10 to second, $5 to third, and $1 each to next

ten. Write words one below another, and number them. Put your own name

and address at top of sheet. Post lists not later than November 25,

1895, to HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, New York.

Senior $50 Word Hunt.

Fifty dollars will be given by HARPER'S ROUND TABLE to the persons (any

age) who make out of the letters composing "Harper's New Monthly" the

greatest number of English words found in Webster or Worcester. Letters

may be used in any order. No proper names or plurals allowed. $25 to

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one below another, and number them. Put your own name and address at top

of sheet. Post lists not later than November 25, 1895, to HARPER'S ROUND

TABLE, New York.

Lunar Attraction.

Jacques Ozanam, the famous French mathematician, invented this

startling illusion, which I will describe for the benefit of the

Round Table.

Make a box three feet square, or of any convenient size, and place

a board of the same dimensions in the bottom, slightly inclined,

with a serpentine groove in it, so that a ball of lead can roll in

it freely. Extend a plain mirror from the elevated end of the

board to the opposite upper corner, with the reflecting side down.

Cut a small hole in the end of the box facing the mirror, and in

such a position that the grooved board itself cannot be seen. If a

ball of lead rolls along the groove, it will appear to ascend.

VINCENT V. M. BEEDE.

For Lovers of Figures.

Here are two ingenious problems, of French origin, which mathematically

inclined members will enjoy:

1. Fifteen Christians and fifteen Turks were at sea in the same vessel

when a dreadful storm came on which obliged them to throw all their

merchandise overboard. This, however, not being sufficient to lighten

the ship, the captain informed them there was no possibility of its

being saved unless half the passengers were thrown overboard also. He

therefore arranged the thirty in a row, and by counting from nine to

nine, and throwing every ninth person into the sea, beginning again at

the first of the row when it had been counted to the end, it was found

that after fifteen persons had been thrown overboard, the fifteen

Christians remained. How did the captain arrange these thirty persons so

as to save the Christians?

KEY.--The method may be deduced from this Latin sentence:

_Populeam virgam mater regina ferebat._ Or from this French couplet:

_Mort, tu ne failliras pas,_

_En me livrant le trepas._

2. Three gentlemen and their valets desiring to cross a river find a

boat without a boatman; the boat is so small that it can contain no more

than two of them at once. None of the masters can endure the valets of

the other two, and if any one of them were left with any of the other

valets, he would infallibly cane them. How can these six persons cross

the river, two and two, so that none of the valets shall be left in

company with any of the masters except when his rightful master is

present?

The answers to these problems will be given next week.

Amateur Journalism.

Many hundreds of young persons having literary taste write stories and

verses for the amateur journals. A few hundred young persons more

ambitious than the others publish these miniature newspapers. These

publishers, editors, and contributors have long been organized into the

National Amateur Press Association--the "N.A.P.A.," for short. Every

year a national convention is held, at which a great deal of time is

spent discussing methods and men, and a great deal of enthusiasm

displayed in behalf of favorite candidates for president and other

offices. Of course there is the social side, and scores of delightful

acquaintances are formed that have been known to last a life-time.

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The last national convention was held in Chicago, when Mr. Will Hancock,

editor of the _Prairie Breezes_, which "blow monthly," was elected

president. He lives at Fargo, N. D., and will send a copy of his paper

to any member of our Order who asks him to do so. He wants to get

acquainted with as many members as possible, in order to invite you to

join the ranks of the N.A.P.A. The other officers are: First

Vice-president, Arthur J. Robinson, _Bohemia_, Chicago, Ill.; Second

Vice-president, Zelda R. Thurman, _Chicagoan_, Chicago, Ill.; Recording

Secretary, Albert E. Barnard, _Writer_, Chicago, Ill.; Corresponding

Secretary, Edward A. Hering, _Evergreen State_, Seattle, Wash.;

Treasurer, George L. Colburn, _The Mirror_, Pekin, Ill.; Official

Editor, Edith Missiter.

Judiciary Committee: Ex-president, John L. Tomlinson, editor

_Commentator_, Spokane, Wash., Chairman: Miss Stella Truman, Opelousas,

La., editor _The South_, ex-President Southern A.P.A., Secretary; and

Charles R. Burger, Jersey City, N. J., editor _Progress_.

National Laureate Recorder, Mabel C. Lucas, editor _Searchlight_,

Spokane, Wash.

Secretary of Credentials, Nathan Hill Ferguson, Level Plains, North

Carolina, author.

Chairman Recruiting Committee, Harrie C. Morris, editor _Ocean Waves_,

San Francisco, Cal.

Librarian, Ella Maud Frye, Halifax, Nova Scotia.

The convention of 1896 is to meet in Washington, D. C. Dues in the

N.A.P.A. are small. Address Recruiting Committee or Mr. Hancock. There

is also a New England Press Association, of which Miss Susan D. Robbins,

Abington, Mass., is president. She will give information concerning it

to all who ask.

Celebrating the "Fourth" Abroad.

The other day we went in the cars to a little town on the Elbe's

bank, and there took a steamboat and went up the river. The view

was lovely, and looked like a mixture of the Rhine and the

palisades on the Hudson, with high cliffs on each side--some green

with trees, and others with the bare gray rocks worn by the wind

and rain into a thousand queer shapes. In some places there were

quarries for the soft buff sandstone of which these cliffs are

composed, lending another color (yellow) to the cliffs of gray and

green. You can well imagine how lovely it was.

As we neared the town the country changed, and now it resembled

the Thames, with villas here and there among the trees. The King

of Saxony has his summer palace here, with pleasure-boats moored

to the wharf. We reached the brightly lighted city on our return

just at twilight, wishing our journey was not over so soon.

We went to the Belvedere on the Fourth of July. It is a large

garden by the river. It is crowded every night, a good half of the

people being English and Americans. Of course the "Fourth" was a

great American night, the programme being printed in English. The

band played everything it knew of American music, with some of the

English composers for the English part of the audience. You should

have heard the clapping for "Hail Columbia." The musicians played

the beautiful "Largo" too, and the hush that fell over every one

was nice to see, even a lot of students who sat at the next table

stopped talking and laughing.

Last of all came a great mixture of all the American tunes.

Everybody, or at least a great number, sang; and you can well

imagine the noise when "Yankee Doodle" came. "Marching through

Georgia" was sung loudly, every one clapping in time. By everybody

I mean the Americans. "Old Black Joe" was most highly appreciated,

and when it came to "Way Down upon the Suwanee River," the voices,

it seemed to me, beat any opera chorus in the world. A great many

voices were "quavery" at "Home, Sweet Home," and my sister and I

indulged in rather a "watery" smile.

I never knew the pathos of that song till I was in a German

garden, with some of my countrymen around me, three thousand miles

from "home." I could just hear the waves beating on the beach at

dear old East Hampton, with the moonlight shining over all; the

light in the dear little "chalet," and our footsteps sounding on

the board walk, as we came in, in time for dinner, with the bright

table and father just in from town. And I could see the funny old

house with the willows in front, and the quiet old graveyard

bright in the still white light. Across the way Daisy's house with

the yellow lamplight shining through, and Daisy's black shadow

passing across the light through the window. John Howard Payne

must have seen the same "Home, Sweet Home" as I did that minute.

EDITH S. MILLS.

DRESDEN, GERMANY.

A South Carolina Plantation.

We live on a plantation. The clearing is about 400 acres in

extent. On the east is a salt-water river, and on the north,

south, and west is the forest. On the other side of the river is a

marsh. On this marsh there grows a kind of grass. In the winter

the marsh dries and breaks off, and in spring, when we have high

tides, the grass floats upon the beach, and people haul it away to

put in the stables for the horses and cows. There are many large

live-oaks scattered over the clearing, with lots of moss hanging

from them. The moss is lovely. Along the river-shore on our side

are palmettos, oak-trees, and bushes.

MILLIE MITTELL, R. T. L.

BLUFFTON, S. C.

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collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question

on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should

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Corean money is made of copper or brass, each piece about as large as

our old copper cents, with a square hole in the centre. It takes six

hundred of these coins to equal in value one of our silver dollars. Ten

dollars would be a good load for a man to carry about, and fifty dollars

would be a good load for a horse.

Where does the capitalist keep his money? We have to build immense

vaults in Washington to store away our silver bullion and silver dollars

that no one cares to carry about as we prefer good gold or paper money.

There are no banks or safe-deposit companies with fire-proof vaults in

Corea, so the Corean capitalist is forced to devise a method, and has

hit upon a very novel one. He lends out the money early in the spring at

50 per cent. or 60 per cent. per year, all loans to be repaid in full

with interest late in the autumn. The money, therefore, comes back about

the beginning of winter. The Corean digs a big hole in his yard the

first freezing night and spreads out a layer of cash on the bottom. On

top of this he throws some earth and wets it thoroughly. As soon as this

is frozen hard, he spreads out another layer of cash and covers it with

wet earth; this freezes in turn and another layer of cash is put away.

When he gets through the whole is wet again and it naturally freezes

solid. Thus each Corean capitalist has his own security vault, and the

winter is such that there is no danger of any one trying to dig up the

money until warm weather in the spring.

W. J. MCGARVEY.--Continental and Confederate bills have little

value, owing to the enormous quantity still in existence. A

collection of these would be of at least as much interest as a

collection of stamps, and the expense would not be very great.

H. H. LUTHER.--The Columbian half-dollar is in regular circulation

at face value. There is little prospect of its increasing in

value.

F. S. B.--The dealers sell the 1830 half-dollar for 75c.

R. STARKE.--Ten-cent stamp albums are not recommended to even a

beginner. A very good album can be bought for $1.

S. A. DYAR.--The coin described is Spanish, and is worth about

12c., face value. Dealers quote one-dollar gold pieces at $1.50,

quarter eagles at $3, 1828-32 half-cent 15c., 1858 copper cents

5c.

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