of tobacco!" "Well," said the Emperor, "it shall be my turn now," and in a few days afterward the man was installed in a well-stocked tobacconist's shop. A LION LOOSE, AND WELL MASTERED." Yesterday, Hamburgh, or part of it at least, was thrown into great commotion by a very unusual occurrence. A lion, which was being transported in a wooden cage from a traveling menagerie to the water side, managed to break loose and get out of his temporary prison. The ferocious brute immediately fell upon one of the three horses that were attached to the carriage. The driver, who was upon one of the two others, sat still in blank amazement at the sight, which was declared by many spectators who, by the by, were all out of harm's way among the finest they had ever witnessed. In a moment the driver of a second menagerie-wagon, who happened to be just behind, came up, and calling out for a rope, which was fortunately at hand, approached the lion, and with great nerve and coolness fastened it round his throat. The infuriated beast, who was already feasting upon its fallen victim, disdained to take any notice of the daring act. In a trice the sling was tightened round the neck of the destroyer, and with the help of half a dozen of the bolder lookers-on, the animal was dragged to the side of the wagon, and secured ignominously. The horse, in spite of its fearful wounds, was not quite dead, when released from the grasp of an enemy which he had probably not the slightest idea of ever meeting in this land of civilization."- · Letter from Hamburgh, Sept. 26. As flowers never put on their best clothes for Sunday, but wear their spotless raiment and exhale their odor every day so let your life, free from stain, ever give forth the fragrance of the love of God. AN AMAZON.-The Amazonian doings of the exQueen of Naples are spoken of in a letter from Rome as follows: "Riding a few days since in the Campagna, I was passed by three equestrians - two, certainly, men; the third a puzzle, but seeming rather of the 'epicene' or doubtful gender. It wore a yellow Zouave jacket, a black garment beyond description clothed its lower members, and on its head was jauntily stuck a bersagliere hat, with great plume of yellow and black feathers. It rode like a woman that is, very fast and recklessly, to the evident terror and suffering of its two companions, who, dressed in tight suits of black, and one, at least, with his feet thrust into his stirrups the wrong way, were tempting Providence in a trot. A wide ditch was before them-I have seen men turn from a smaller. She, however, went straight at it, and got well over, and, turning round, and taking off her hat to her 'pounded' companions, there was the beautiful face of the ex-Queen of Naples, who stopped to light her cigar while the two men went ignominiously round by the bridge." AN INDIAN ROMANCE.-Among the Sikh nobles who, at the outset of the mutiny, staked their heads on the British side, was the Rajah of Kupoorthulla. He was not a very great man, but he had influence, and no Englishman could have risked his status, purse, and person with more hearty and unquestioning loyalty. He helped to guard the Northern Delhi Road, then the key of our position; and when order had been restored, the Governor-General, cast ing aside the old policy of meager rewards, raised him by a single gift of land to the wealth of a great English noble, The rajah married an East-Indian girl, became, under her influence, a Christian, and established a mission on his own estates. Sweeping away at a stroke the prejudices of a thousand years, he introduced his wife into society, and allowed her to appear in public, and the officials for once heartily cordial to a native, threw aside prejudices as rooted as his own, and recommended that the rajal should receive, officially, precedence in Oude. The Governor-General consented, and at the apex of the new social system of Oude stands a native Christian noble, and the only woman in India for whom the guards turn out in the British provinces is the Christian "Lady of Kupoorthulla."— Spectator. Like tender bud torn from the stem When opening to the sun? called O death! were there no broken hearts, That thou must quench the new-born light When last I kissed thy pretty lips, I little deemed that never more A drop of dew, a lily crushed, All loved thee -- thou lovedst all-perchance 'Twere well thus to depart. Thy name, Eliza, was my gift, J. W. THIRLWALL. A BOSTON editor, alluding to the long nose of Juus Cæsar, the Duke of Wellington, and other dig nitaries, says that he recently saw a nose that beats them all. It was thin and straight, and snubbed at the end, and a foot long. In concluding, however, it occurs to him that "it may be as well to state that it belonged to a pairs of bellows." QUEER KIND OF LOVE.-A neuralgic affection. A PERILOUS ACCIDENT WITH A DIVING-BELL. diving-bell, into which two workmen entered lately to resume work at the Admiralty Pier, Dover, was just upon the point of being lowered, when the break of the jenny snapped, suddenly dropping the bell into the water. The distance from which it fell was not less than 80 feet. One of the men, who is the most experienced diver on the works, managed to free himself from the bell, but the other poor fellow was imprisoned in what promised to be a living tomb - the tube by means of which the bell is supplied with air snapping with the suddenness of the jerk by which it was released from its position. An. other diving-bell was lowered, and a helmet diver sent down; and after two hours of the most persevering efforts, the disabled bell was released from its position and brought to the surface; the man imprisoned in it being insensible. He, however, afterward recovered. He states that the bell in descending became two thirds filled with water, so that about forty cubic feet of air was all that was left him to breathe for the time he was confined. Ar midnight the blue sky bends over us, dewy and soft, and radiant with innumerable stars, like the inverted bell of some great blue flower, sprinkled with golden dust and breathing fragrance. VALUE OF FORTITUDE.-As we stand by the seashore and watch the huge tides come in, we retreat, thinking we will be overwhelmed; soon, however, they flow back. So with waves of trouble in the world - they threaten us, but a firm resistance makes them break at our feet. THE recent marriage of a Mr. Day with a Miss Field, present this singular anomaly, that although he gained the field she won the day. ENVY and jealousy make the cushion of your chair a pin-cushion, with the points of the pins all turned upward. EVERY man has in his own life follies enough, in his own mind troubles enough, in the performance of his duties deficiencies enough, without being curious about the affairs of others. A COXCOMB, talking of the transmigration of souls, said: "In the time of Moses, I have no doubt I was a golden calf." "Very likely," replied a lady, "time has robbed you of nothing but the gilding." A MERCHANT complains of female extravagance, and says his three daughters' clothes costs him £300 per annum. He pretends that he wouldn't grumble if his dinner was always dressed as well as his family. A NEW USE FOR APPLES.-We are threatened with a cider famine, not from the failure of the apples, although a partial crop, but because they are likely to be applied to a more profitable purpose (so far as the growers are concerned) than in making a household beverage. It seems that the Manchester calico dyers and printers have discovered that applejuices supply a desideratum long wanted in making fast colors for their printed cottons, and numbers of them have been into Devonshire and the lower parts of Somersetshire buying up all the apples they can get, and giving such a price for them as in the dearest years hitherto known has not been offered. We know of one farmer in Devonshire who has a A NOBLE lord asked a clergyman once, at the botlarge orchard, for the produce of which he never be-tom of his table, "why the goose, if there was one, fore received more than £250, and yet he has sold was always placed next the parson?" "Really," it this year to a Manchester man for £360. There said he, "I can give no reason for it; but your can be no doubt that the discovery will create quite question is so odd that I shall never see a goose for a revolution in the apple trade.-London paper. the future without thinking on your lordship." A BAD-TEMPERED judge was annoyed by an old gentleman who had a very bad cough, and after repeat length angrily told the offending gentleman that he should fine him £10 if he did not cease coughing, when he was met with the reply: "I will give your lordship £20 if you will stop it for me." THE NEW ARTESIAN WELL NEAR PARIS.-The sinking of the artesian well at Passy has occupied six years, at a cost of £40,000. The result is, how-edly desiring the crier to keep the court quiet, at ever, beyond all previous calculation. Instead of the 12,000, no less than 75,000 cubic feet spring up every twenty-four-hours the well at Grenelle giving only 3000 at the utmost, now reduced to 2200 cubic feet. The Passy bore is 30 inches in diameter, and quite a river of pure water flows from it, equal in quantity to one thirty-fifth of the average flow of the Seine! With a few such wells all Paris could be supplied, and at a trifling cost compared with that of the gigantic schemes for bringing water from Champagne and other quarters. The temperature is high 80 degrees and in this state it can be made very useful for many purposes, though for drinking it must be cooled. As the moon, whether visible or invisible, has power over the tides of the ocean, so the face of the loved one, whether present or absent, controls the tides of the soul. AN officer who had lost his hand by a grape-shot, was in company with a young lady, who remarked that it was a cruel ball which deprived him of his hand. "A noble ball, madam," said he, "for it bore away the palm." THE busybody labors without thanks, talks without credit, lives without love, and dies without tears. THOUSANDS are hated, whilst none are ever loved, without a real cause. The amiable alone can be loved. In most situations of life the consciousness of innocence is our best shield and our firmest security. TEARS are the magic blossoms of the heart at parting, smiles at meeting. WHEN is a flock of sheep like our climate? When it is composed of all wethers. LOST AND FOUND.-The boy who lost his balance on the roof found it on the ground shortly afterward. WANTED.-A life-boat that will float on a sea of troubles." |