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What laved Her. Just a little Irotea pond- Call It Bllter Ilk*. Just a little nialaen, Traid the Ice will break. Jut a llttla pair of tkates Strapped to dainty feet. Maiden vurv tiuiid. Btylmh. though, and sweet, Jutt a little pebble. Froaen In the Ice ; afaulcn skating backwards. Thinks fthe doiuK ulce. Kkatus they strike tbe pebble, hhrieks tlii-y rend tbe air, Likewise maiden clutcbui It In mad despair. Kvervbody rushes. Thinking maiden dee. !, Or that she has surely Cracknj bur stately head. All their fuars are grouudlex, Knch was not her lot. For the prutty little maid Wore a fsyche kuot. THE PKIMA DONNA He did not enter tbe studio, he onl; tood upon the threshold for an instant exclaiming : " What ! Coat and hat on \lready, and not >et 11 o'clock? That is .^ood. I am glad tbat yon are going early, Anthony, for Prof. Scarlatti is growing a uona about yon. He tells me tbat yon are running down from overwork. 1'oaei y you have Borne important engagement lat yon are keeping . but if not, I thonlri be glad to have yon drive with me for half hour down ina river. It is a glori is day, and the horses are at the door, i n you 1 " " Prof . Scarlatti is an ass 1 ' I replied, finding it neoessary to vent n wrath upon some one. " Nevertheless, I lall be very glad to drive with yon. I \ ill oome at once." Turning to Leonora, 1 simply ven- tured to say : " I shall expei . you to-mor row, at nine, as usual." Then, leaving the palette and brushes for her to clean, I went oat without venturing to look back. I was angry with my father for calling me away, although, as ever, I was surely going of my own free will ; while my very anger and reluctance hastened my footsteps as I turned and followed him. CHAPTER VIII. THE ML 111 AND Till MOBKIKO. My atonishment, that from bis position on the threshold of the studio, he should have noticed the change at all, prevented my speaking for a moment, and when I wenld have acknowledged my indebtness to hiH criticism, be continued : 14 1 have been wondering it would be a new sensation and would startle tbe world little, but then tbe world needs startling, it is growing so languid and and drowsy of late how would it strike you, the idea of preparing companion pieces of the size of the one which you have just completed ? Call them, for instance. The Night and The Horning. Tbe one which yon have, with very slight changes in tbe color-tints and a touch of sadness in expression, would make remarkably beautiful Night, while I should judge from the little sketch which you made me upon tbe Rhine (I was look- ing at it yesterday) that Mina's face would be wonderfully expressive of the light, and the truth and the beauty of Morning. It may not please you, yon know, and there is surely no necessity ; but it will do no arm to think it ovsr for a day or two be fore yon pledge )nnrselt to give this work at once to the public. I am sure that it would enhance the beauty and tbe valno of both to prepare snob a companion piece. Call that The Morning and this The Night." r or the first time in my life I understood not only my father's words, but what he meant by them. Like the song of Ihs Lore- lei, they echoed in my heart : " Call that The Morning and call this Tbe Night." Considering my practical stupidity in the past, it must have surprised my father when, for onoe, I answered directly to his thought, " Hue is not oomlng again to the todio." " Yon have discharged Leonora?" be sked, looking into my eyes for an instant. " No, I did not discharge her," I replied ; but she told me this morning tha she would never oome again." " Was she looking for more money or something?" he said more to himself than to me. " I am sure it was not money," I replied, " for I offered her more to stay, and it only made her so angry that she threw her purae, with all tbat I had paid her in it, at my feet, and refused to touch it. I urged her to remain, but she declared that sbs would not oome again, even for a single day." I said this much, simply to olear Leonora from what 1 considered an unjust suspicion. The day before I should not have hesitated a moment to tell my father all, and even then I should have wondered had I no- ticed a frown upon his forehead, but to-day I oonld not tall him, for I begin to reali..u that it might wonnd him to feel that he had done it. 1 had become so used to his oaring for me that I constantly expected it ; hut it was a new sensation, to care for him , and this is why I think that I had begun to love him. He turned about and looked at me searohingly tor a moment, when, sud- denly comprehending even the look, I ex- olaimed indignantly: " Father, are you thinking that I " " Thank yon, Anthony," he said, inter- rupting me and speaking more earnestly than I had ever heard him speak before. " Whatever I was thinking, I think it no more." Then after a moment's pause, he added : " Hhe must have been behind the eoreen yesterday when I looked at your painting." " Hhe was there, father," I replied, reluc- tantly, and eagerly added : " I am glad that be was there. Everything is as it should be." For a long time we rode on in silence. Dad I known the tenor of his thoughts I might better have comprehended the mean- ing of his next expression, spoken more to himself than to me. As it was, I only real- ized that in an undertone he repeated that old watchword : " It is woe to the world because of our offences, though it must needs be that offences oome. But wos upon him by whom the. offences comes." CHAPTER IX. PBOHI'TJHOS. The breakfast table the nexl morning was set for only one, and as I entered, the servant handed me a letter, with the astound- ing information that my fathsr had left Florence tbe night before on the express for the North. With trembling hand I broke the seal, and a foreboding prsmonltion warned me to send the servant from the room before opened the letter and read : - BOY: " It is passible, I am afraid even prob able, tbat yon are impelled to rely too mnol upon my opinions. It is very much agains my own wishes tbat yon have grown ink the theory that everything is as it should be because it is as I would have it. Tbe tim will oome when you will discover that tbi U not a safe criterion, and I fear tbat then yon will be justly tempted to reproach me If I aid yon to make this discovery, befor my wishes have led you into any permanen injury, I may, thereby, escape a reproachfn thought, and merit instead that which most long for and have most sought for vour confidence. " I am about to indulge a lite-long desin to visit America and the far east. Were yon with mo, I should myself be infinite!; happier ; but I am conscious that only in being left to ypnrself will you discover am be able to utilize the independence of free dom ; tberf-fore, I leave you abrnptly. I is thin only wav that I can accomplish the end in view. I have yon, most earnestly desiring that in every action yon be yoni own criterion aiH follow yoor individna promptings implicitly. Feel that you are under no authority, for I give you my rnosi solemn pled.so that 1 will endorse, without whi r. I return. " Draw upon my bankers aa yon will They have instructions that whatever I bave is absolutely at your disposal. " Concerning our conversation this after noon, I need not tell you, I believe, tbat 1 Bad no intention or desire to be overheard when I was in your studio ; yet possibly 1 do not regret it ; for if something had not opened her eyes or yours yon might have 'ollowed a path which I followed, in the same ignorance and in the end neither yon nor I oould have avoided the impression that I was somewhat responsible for what- ever came of it. This responsibility and result I oan dread as yon cannot now, know ng as I do the nnutterable misery which ronr mother suffered, and the hell whone Ires tbat suffering lighted in my life. I tainted my morning first and let it go from me ; and all my life, since then, I have been orking upon my night. Bo tar, tbe work which yon have will make a better night ban morning, and I thank heaven that I ipeak while yon have it yet in your control. iVhal then ? For yon God grant it ! Out f the night, then the morning. Yon oan- not do belter." I crushed the letter in my trembling land, lit it in the bla/.a of a sprit lamp turning under my coffee urn, laid it upon my unused breakfast plate and silently watched it until the last atom was devoured. The ph<i in which rose from those ashes, o live and haunt me, to enter my bedroom at night, to tit betide me at the table, to walk with me unbidden through the streets, o bold my palette unasked at tbe easel, was tbe spirit of that last refrain : " Out of he night, then the morning. You cannot 10 better." It had followed me from tbe relei to Florence ; it followed me from Florence to the Lorelei. A half-hour later, as I mechanically entered my slulio, the keeper of the build- ng gave me Leonora's dnplioate key. I iook it without comment, and, entering, ocked tbe door behind me. I was alone, and very much needed to be alone. Until ten years before, my only conscious wish had been to please Mina. Through the ten years my father's thoughts and foot steps had been inexorable lw. I had never n my life discovered an occasion for con- sidering tha wisdom cf anything. I had lever had any reason to ask myself : " Shall [ do this ? " I had never found an oppor- unity rr quiring ine to say : " I will not do hat." No ons bad ever said to nie : " Yon most," or, doabtleas, like other boys, I ihould bave found a will and a way of my own, in direct opposition, and acted upon many a conscious prompting of combative olilion. As it was, however, at four an. 1 wenty, having mastered more than an or- linary university demands of the non-pto- essional, and having gained a point in art hat was far beyond my ysars, I was guilt- ets of ever having acted upon an original dea or an independent thought. That is what was left alone in Florence, 11 ..: i. . ' f n! w Its individual promptings mplioitly. Never, I think, was mortal so xmipletely flittered by emancipation aa he who sst in my stndlo that morning, trying o reali/.'i that for the first time in his life he was absolutely free. Promptings? What were they ? He looked vacantly about tha todio and his eyes fell upon the " Sunrise." Hi 1 theru was one wish of hi* father's left ilm, after all, and he grasped it as though t were a treasure he had nought for ages. Arming himself with large portions of irown and blue, two color* which had tardly found a possibility for themselves In he entire composition, he began to work upon the painting with almost tbe energy of despair. Hour after hour he bent over he canvas, in fiendish glee, that, for one day, at least, he was defying the fate that would drive him to his own, individual iromptings. The roseate hues faded before his touch o sombre grey. The fleecy mists forgot heir snowy lustre, and threatened storm. The smile upon the lips departed before a sentiment as sad as though a aigh had just eaoaped them. The eyes ah 1 they were lappy, laughing eye* he touched them. loy vanished and they shone instead with tears. I started back from the canvas in terror. The figure before me was Leonora still, but t was Leonora as I had seen her the day lefore, when I suddenly looked up to find ler weeping. It was Leonora as she posed or me yesterday, the model for my work o-day. Stepping back, I examined the eault more oaref nlly. Yes, it was " Night" n every feature and sentiment, and invol- untarily I exclaimed : " What an improve- ment I Who oonld have believed how in- tensely the darkened cloud* and deeper hadows would bring out the grace and wanly of the form half hidden, halt die losed by them. Wondering, I asked myself iow my father oould have seen so accurately hat " a little change in the color-lints" >ould make of tbe " Knnrise " a "Night" so mush more baautif nl. And thus 1 oame gain to the old conclusion : it waa my ather's work, not mine ; his verdict, ever o bitter, ever so true, that 1 oonld do better. had dreaded his oritioism when It waa my ally bread, and now as intensely I longed or it, the moment thers was no hope of his omiag in to sav : " In this light, in that Ine, Anthony, I think that yon oan do better." As I stood before the painting, I oonld see point alter point where his suggestion had made it what it was- But beyont that, there was nothing ; nothing bni Leonora and her tears. Then my eyes fs from the painting and rested, by chance, upon the little purse, lying where Leonon had thrown) it. I had vaguely hoped that she would not be too proud to take it with her when she went ; though I fcnew ven well that she would leave it there, and, as 1 picked it up and held it ic my band, 1 almost fell that I had robbed her. Gently I caressed it, as though tbe kindness of the touch might in some way atone for my rudeness. Why should I not have regretted being rude to Leonora ? Who oonld have oSended her witbont regretting it ? She waa poor while I was rich. Onoe I bad been poor, and I had not forgotten the bitterness of rndeness and the blessing ol kindness from the rich. At least I could return the money to her, and tbat I would do. She might not wish to take it from me personally, but I oould easily send it by a polioe messenger, and turned at once to the door, intent upon following this first individual prompting. Oh, tte fateful sarcasm of those infinitesimal nothings which delay one for a moment, when he who hesitate* is lost. At the door I paused just long enough for a parting glance at the memento, attracted for the instant by the delicate aroma per vading tbe air about everything pertaining to Leonora. This was the last time that I should ever touch anything tbat was hers, and, aa I looked at it with a curiona sng gestion of pain at the thought of parting, I wished tbat I might keep it. Leonora hid oeen so kind, so gentle, so patient, I could never forget her, and just for old associa- tions' sske how pleasant it would be to nave some little token only a silk embroidered purse to remind me of the weeks that had flown so swiftly while I waa painting the " Sunrise." I shuddered ! No 1 the - Night." Opening the door, I went into tbe outer room ; but my fingers closed rebellionsly kbout tbe little purse, and again I paused. Waa not this following my own individual promptings ? I held it up to the light ; a delicate piece of needlework, done by her own hande, no doubt, for she bad shown me several xqnisite patterns of embroidery which she tad executed with wonderful skill. That itlle purse would be a most precious souvenir to me, if I could but rid the memory of the thonght of the rndeness hrongb which I oame by It. I turned about irresolutely. At least I was trying u follow my own promptings. When I was angry, Leonora oalmed me. Vhen I was gloomy she cheered me. When my thoughts persistently hung among ueation, whatever you are and have bxm npleasant fancies, she gently turned them. ok upon my work again. And she was io beautiful Now she was gone and I bonld miss it all. Why had I not appro- iated it when it was mine ? It I shonld :eep that little purse, would it not some- imea be almost like having Leonora btok again ? I slowly retraced my step*. She did not like to be a model, and only consented because she was poor. Purses she could embroider without number, but money was what she needed. A happy ihonftht came to me (or was it unhappy ?) hat I might double tne amount of money which I sent to her and keep the pnrse ; or an even exchange would be no robbery, and, withal, it might possible act in some measure at an antonement tor my rndeness u her. With this thought I went resolutely >o my desk, and upon the rosewood cover emptied and counted the contents of the lurse. Kvery florin which 1 had paid her was there. I wondered that she had spent nothing of it all when she wat so poor, and ook some gold from my pocket, more than oubling the amount, thinking, perhaps, of he trembling hand whioh a hungry boy ad extended, ten years before, toward the rat piece of gold which had ever oome within his reach. Then sitting down, with Jaref nl consideration I wrote : S i . XOHIS \ : " I very greatly regret that I offended yon, nd more than yon oan realize I should ppreoiate your forgiveness. It yon will be s generous in forgetting my nnkindnets aa on were in aiding me about my work, yon will take the enclosed as your due. It was vorlh much more than this to me simply o have yon as the model for my painting , herefore, if yon refnss it, it oan only indi- ate that yon are unforgiving and that you egret having oome to my studio, whioh would be a punishment to me, more I think ban I justly deserve." I looked from the note to the empty nree and wondered if there were anything n it ail that would cause my father to frown. iVas not this following my individual iromptings ? On leaving the studio I was surprised to Ind that the sun was setting over the Arno. t had hardly seemed an hour to me since he early morning, when I entered. Ornde as the inspiration was, it was the strongest and most absorbing that day whioh had iver held me before the easel. On reaching home 1 found one of my tu ora wailing for me, but angrily 1 refused o see him. That, at least, was my own irompting. If 1 could not have my father rith me I would nit, through Ihe long even- ng with no other companion than my dis- lonaolate self. At one time I even thought f following him. I looked over tbe table >f train departures, but it was too late, an 1 ven though I oonld have found him, wh'oh, onbtlest, would have been impoasible, I ealized that till I bad followed his advioe nd at ler the night bad produced the morn- ng, I should be anything bat proud to ireaenl myself before him, and utterly un- worthy of the longed-for commendation : Yon cannot do better." Suddenly, as Ihe bought came to me, I sprang to rny feet rith an exclamation of delight. There was at left me an expressed wish of my father's hat was still nnfollowed. Hot had I oome overlook so great a blessing ? I' pen the Night " my brush and brain unaided ould do no more. When he returned, his ye would instantly discover faults that still lay hidden there, and I should see hem and correct them. Bnl for me, the Night was finished. Finished ? Was the night for me finished ? h I how little I knew about anything. I bought that it was finished, anerl eagerly aid to myself : " After the night, then the morning. I oannol do better." My father had very distinctly indioated hat Mina's faos shonld be tbe modal lor my " Morning," and that with my heart >etter than with my hand I should paint it, ill in reality aa in art she proved the light, he truth and the beauty of my day. Was it not so? Oonld I more deferentially havs carried ont his will ? Could I more scrupulously have followed my own' Whether it was his will or my own thai would be acting upon me I oould not tell It had always been so, and even in bis ab sence it was so again. But I mnst see Mina's face before I painted it Tbat, a least, was neoessary, and, forgetting that 1 was not perfect, I resolved to go at onoe to Mina. So far as I had any immediate promptings in the matter I followed them implicitly. CHAPTER X. OUT OF THI NIOHT, IIIF.N ? Very much as I left Boppard I went awa] from Florence, before daylight the nex morning, without waiting to say farewell to any one. It waa a long but not a dreary jonrney. for there was too much that was new anc too much ot Ihe first journey, to recall, for it to grow monotonous ; and, in spile of my anxiety to see Mina, I slopped first at 81 Goar, yielding to an irresistible desire U walk np the river a little way and atanr again just over the Kbina from the Lorelei The fascination amounted almost to terr. r as I sal upon the' bank, reviewing tbat memorable day and dreaming again the dream that had warned me to leave Bop pard ; with so much in it whuh at the time was incomprehensible, but now appeared so graphically prophetic. In the rapid action of the years which bad followed I bad practically forgotten the dream, in its minute details, but now they returned to me as vividly as when I closed my eyes in tbe little attic chamber, and I was aatonished to discover that that dream had presented an exact picture ol my actual studio in Florence. It waa as accurate as the image of the grim rock had been, and I shuddered, as when I first oame upon the real Lorelei. I could not For one moment doubt tbat some spirit band had dealt with me, that night ; bn< what was the meaning of it all ? It had brought me a message in that little attic chamber of unsophisticated ignorance. 1 bad heard it then, bnt had not understood it. I realized its importance more emphat .oally to day, bnt was still as ignorant as before. Alas 1 " They bave eyes, bnt they tee not ; ears have they, but they bear not." [ knew that with prophetic power a voice lad spoken to me. I felt that it spoke as one having authority, and that the message which it brought me most be of portentous value ; bnt I could not, at least 1 did not, understand it. I only comprehended tbe rivial portions which had already been fnl tilled, and mutely realized that the warning, hatever it was, bore upon something still n tbe future, beyond tbe brow of the cliff, where, from a night to wbioh I oonld not attain, I still seemed to ace my Mina look ng down and singing : ( To b Continued). ANOrHBK SfUIKK TtfKBATK tK O. ''.' Pennsvlvaul* Company Propone to Healat BJuiploveea' UvritutN. A Pittsbnrg despatch says : Ths Pennsylvania company wbioh operates the 'ittsbnrg, Forl Wayne and Chicago ; .'ittsburg, Cincinnati and St. Lonu ; Cleveland and Piltsbnrg, and tbe other eased lines of Pennsylvania west of Pitts- burg, bave refnaed the demands of 3,000 conduoto.s, brakesmen, engineers, firemen ud baggagemastere. The advance demanded would amount to 9558.C36 per rear. This amonnt, capitalized at 3$ p:r isnt., represents over 8111,000,000 or more ban enough to double-track the north-west and sooth-west systems between Pittsburg nd their western and southern termini, or almost enough to build and equip a oom- wting line between Pittabnrg and Chicago. Che shareholders of the Pennsylvania oom- >any have had no dividend on their invest- ment in eight years. The Piltebnrc, Cm- ilnnati, Columbus, and St. Louis Railway Dompany have never had a dividend. Tbe lemsnda must therefore be refused. HARD ON PaKMBLU The Bishop of Umuiore Isauea a Latter to Lit Dloocaao Clergy. A London cable aaya : Tbe Bishop of Jromore has sent a letter to the clergy of us diocese, in whioh he warns Ihe fauhtul not to attend Mr. Parnell's meeting in 4ewry. He says he hopes the poisoned tuiotphere of the divoroe court, and tbe ilthy, disgusting, and scandalous details of the O'Shet case have not reached bia diooese. The proposed meeting, he declares, will be a wanton insult to religion, to tbe >iahop, and to the priests, and a laudation I a heaven cursed orlme. " Let God arise, ' he seyt, " and His enemies will be confounded. Forbearance has encouraged his inquity. Let Ihe brave men and true, who love godliness and hate adultery, use "awful means to save the honor and good 'ame of their mothers, wives, and sisters, >y resenting the daring aggression of those attempting to prostitute the country to aggrandize an individual and hide their own filthy oondnot." Marvellous Aluminum. Kagene Cowles and a few other gentle- men of this oily have unique souvenirs, or pooket pieces. It is a coin about tbe size >f a dollar, made ot pure aluminum. To he eye it resembles in sheen and color a ilver dollar, bnl take it up and it is as Ight as a paper. The coin is stamped with a picture of the Uaymarket Theatre n Chicago, and bears suitable insorip- ions. Mr. Cowles says the imprint ol the ie oan never be effaced by the corroding act ot time. Bnry an aluminum coin, and t tbe end of 10,000 yeara the inaoriptiooa will be as plain as ever. Had the ancients used aluminum for their coins, in plaoo of ;old and silver, we would know mnah more ibont their onstoms than we do, for snob nowledge has been lost through tbe ilnrred and indistinct inscriptions upon he coins of antiqnity that have oome lown to us. The souvenirs were pre- enled by Elijah Davis, a colored man, ormerly of this city, bnt now part owner >f the Uaymarket Theatre. Lockport Mrs. Langtry is about to withdraw her ' Antony and Cleopatra," whioh has been a oaing speculation and will appear in Rose Joghlan'a new play, " Lady Barter." According to the returns from the las consul there are about 15,000 Canadians n Buffalo. Buffalo brewers sav they oan use West rn barley, bnl it is not either as good or as economical as the Canadian-grown, which ii richer. THE LAST OF TECUMSEH. Gorgeous Military Funeral of General Sherman. Mew fork la Mournlnrf-rioral Tribute* From West Point. A Mew York despatch says : New York is paying every possible tribute of respect to the memory of Gen. Sherman. Xbe dawn of bis funeral day opened bright and olear. Its light fell oo thousands of the nation*! tlgs floating at half-mast from public and private buildings alike. The courts re- mained cloeed and the exchanges closed at noon. General business wad brought almost to a standstill. One hundred policemen under command -of Inspector Steers and Capt. Berghold, guarded the block in 71st street, between Eighth and Ninth avenues, in which the Sherman house ii situated, from the intrusion of all excepting those especially invited to the house. No other* were permitted to enter the block. A number of wreaths of tljwera were received at the house this morning from intimate friends of the Sherman family. Among them was one large wreath of pink and white roaea resting on a background of evergreens, stnt by Mrs. Andrew J. Carnegie. A few minutes before 11 o'clock a large tloral shield was received at the house from West Point cadets. The shield was six feet in height and four feet broad. It was) made of white and blue immortelles and bore the inscription, " William Tecamseh Sher- mam, from his Westpoint boys' class at 1840." At the top of the shield was the American Eagle worked in blue immortelles] and at the bottom a sword and soabbard in the same flowers. The base of the shield was made of white oalla lillies. About 12 25 tbe caisson draped in black and drawn by four horses was drtwn up in front of the Sherman House. Tho hone* were mounted by regulars and an army officer was in charge At tbe caisson was) an orderly leading the black charger which bore the military trappings of the general. A black velvet covering almost hid the horse from view, but the boots and saddle were plainly conspicuous. The> services were over at 12 30. 'Ihe prayers were read by Rev. Father bherman. In the front parlor were all of the members of the) Family. Secretary Blaine and wife and Mrs. Damrodcb were present in another room. Father Sherman was assisted by Kev. Father Taylor and two other priest*. THf KNOT. A Naval Officer Contribute Some FacU to It! H Nti.rr In the several articles thl have ap- lately, atya a naval offiaer in the s'ew York Ttnui. appropoj of the meaning of the nautical term "knot," no mention ias been made of the reason for selecting 28 and 14 seoondo as the intervals to be marked by tbe sand glass, instead of the more simple half and quarter minute an oversight which leaves tbe discussion still n much obscurity. The knot of the log ine within my own memory measured an even eight fathoms and was divided into loarters of two fathoms by strips of bant- ng pricked iato the strands of the line. The successive lengths of eight fatt oma were marked with strands of yarn knotted with one, two, three, etc , knots, whence) the name. Tbe speed of tbe ship was n variably designated a* eo many knots) and fathoms of this line measured by a suitable glass. The proportion :,600 seconds : 30 seconds : : 6,086 feet : 50.7 eel shows a reasonably close approxima- tion to a half-minute interval and aa eight- fathom knot , and it is my impres- sion tbat these were the original time and ength units. Which was the first adopted would be hard to say ; perhaps the half- minute ; because it was a convenient tiro* nterval In heaving tbe log in the early daya of slow speeds ; then the eight-fathom mot, because it was easy to measure, per- mitted a ready division into halves and inarters, and was quite accurate enough n or the speeds and methods of the day. With the advent of clipper ships, higher speeds, and improved methods of navigat- ion a revision became necessary, and the Irst change was from a half minute so wenty eight seconds, still preserving the) eight -fathom knot. The fourteen- second ulass then followed to prevent too much ine running out at the higher speeds. The latt change was to shorten the knot eight inches in conformity with the pro- position, 3.600 :28 : : 0,086 17 34, and to do tway with the halves and quarters, using rmleeJ divisions of two- tenths marked a* >efore. The columns ot the log books pre- served for some time the old beading* knots" and " fashions," giving plaoe only in recent years to " knots" and tenths." THB PARLIAMENT. Close Vote* on the ulMetebllih Dilution The Newfoundland A London cable says : Baron Henry de Worms, Political Secretary ot the Colonial )mos, in the House of Commons, in answer o a question upon Newfoundland matter*, aid tbat the Government of Newfoundland lad protested against the fact that the convention between Newfoundland and the) lulled States bad aot been sanctioned by he Imperial Government. Baron de Worms added tbat the documents Hating o tha French modus Vivendi and ibis Washington convention negotiations would te laid before the Home before tbe vole on he colonial estimates waa taken, to a* to mable tbe House to discuss fully the Horn* tovernment's action in the matter. In the Home of Commons this evening lorgan's resolution in favor of dioeatab- iahment of the church in Wales was ijeoted by 235 to 203. The close vote was greeted with lond Opposition cheers. Mr. Gladstone made a speech in favor of iisestablishment. Hia argument, that aa mormons majority ot the Welsh were out- ido the pale of the church, and that the ipinion ot the people expressed in a oon- tilntional manner demanded ai. equitable ettlement, met with the heartiest response rom his followers. A despatch io the New York World say* bat the Brazilian Assembly is likely to eject the lately concluded reciprocity treaty with the States.