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four-a total of four thousand three hundred and fiftynine. Owing to some defect in the cable no further messages could be sent. The cost of this cable was one million two hundred and fifty-six thousand two hundred and fifty dollars, and the total cost to the company was one million eight hundred and thirty-four thousand five hundred dollars.
11. Fourth attempt, 1865. On the 22d of July the Great Eastern (the largest ship in the world, and which had been lately built,) sailed from Valentia with a cable twenty-six hundred miles long, one and one-eighth inches in diameter, and weighing five thousand tons.
12. Faulty insulation was discovered and repaired on the 29th. On the 2d of August, after paying out over thirteen hundred miles, the cable broke, and the weary days until the 11th were spent in vain efforts to regain the submerged end.
13. Fifth attempt, 1866. On the 7th of July the shore end was landed from the Great Eastern, at Valentia, and on the 13th it was connected with the main cable on board the ship which on the next day (the 14th of July, 1866,) sailed for America, paying out the cable on her way.
14. On the 27th of July, after fourteen days of intense anxiety, the ship reached Heart's Content-the place selected for the American end of the cable-having successfully accomplished its work. The entire length of the cable is eighteen hundred and sixty-four miles.
15. The value of the Atlantic cable, financially considered, is too great for comprehension, and it is hoped that it will have a far greater value in binding together the hearts of the people of England and America; that now, as "mother and child" can talk together "face to face," they will know each other better, and love each other more.
16. Let the cable be an emblem of peacean end of strife. And as in language, in civilization, in Christianity, in hopes, Great Britain and America are one, so henceforth let their aims be one, and that one the securing of a general and practical recognition of the universai brotherhood of mankind.
XCII. SAINT JONATHAN.
1. There's many an excellent Saint:
St. Andrew, the saint of the Scot;
Is the mightiest saint of the lot!
2. He wears a most serious face,
Well worthy a martyr's possessing;
Has rather a secular bias,
And I never have heard a complaint
3. He's fond of financial improvement,
To rank with his calendar neighbors?
4. One day when a flash in the air
They're dreadfully careless with thunder!"
And now when the lightning comes round
5. Reflecting, with pleasant emotion,
(As ministers often inform us,)
6. While ciphering over the thing,
And make him the servant of man!
He flies on the fleetest of pinions,
All over his master's dominions!
7. One morning while taking a stroll
Saluted St. Jonathan's ear,
That his bosom which wasn't of stone
Was melted with pity to hear.
8. That night he invented a charm
Don't suffer, but rather enjoy it!
As good as the best of his brothers',
Is patron of cripples and mothers.
9. There's many an excellent Saint:
Is the mightiest saint of the lot!
JOHN GODFREY SAXE.
XCIII." SHE HAS OUTLIVED HER USE
1. Not long since a man in middle life came to our door asking for the minister. When informed that he was out of town, he seemed disappointed and anxious. On being questioned as to his business, he replied: "I have lost my mother; and as this place used to be her home, and as my father lies here, we have come to lay her beside him."
2. My heart rose in sympathy, and I said: "You have met with a great loss."
"Well, yes," he replied, with hesitancy; "a mother is a great loss in general, but our mother had outlived her usefulness. She was in her second childhood, and her
mind had grown as weak as her body, so that she was no comfort to herself, and was a burden to everybody.
3. "There were seven of us, sons and daughters; and we agreed to keep her among us a year about. But I have had more than my share of her, for she was too feeble to be moved when my time was out, and that was more than three months before her death. But then she was a good mother in her day, and toiled very hard to bring us up."
4. Without looking at the face of the heartless man, I directed him to the house of a neighboring pastor, and returned to my nursery. I gazed on the merry little faces which smiled or grew sad in imitation of mine,- those little ones to whose ear no word in our language is half so sweet as "mother," and I wondered if the day would ever come when they would say of me, "She has outlived her usefulness-she is no comfort to herself, and a burden to every body else!"
5. Rather than that such a day should dawn on me, let me be taken to my rest. God forbid that I should outlive the love of my children! Rather let me die while my heart is a part of theirs, that my grave may be watered with their tears and my love linked with their hopes of heaven.
6. When the bell tolled for the mother's burial I went to the sanctuary to pay respect to the aged stranger; for I felt that I could give her memory a tear, even though her own children had none to shed.
7. "She was a good mother in her day, and toiled hard to bring us all up;" "She was no comfort to herself, and a burden to every body else!" These cruel, heartless words rung in my ears as I saw the coffin borne up the aisle. The bell tolled long and loud, until its iron tongue had chronicled the years of the toil-worn mother.