a push which
swung us out some little distance and back again, at which a little
piece of indigestion seemed to be monarch of my interior, and for a
moment I was on the verge of a sensation. Having passed the middle,
the ascent was more labored. I waved my handkerchief to the people on
the ferryboats. I looked out toward the sea. I looked up at the
heavens. I even looked toward Harlem, but, like the buyer in the
Bible, I said: 'It is naught, it is naught.'

"In about eight minutes we touched the New York side--all but ten
feet. The red flag waved for the engine to stop. There we hung in
mid-air 275 feet above the level, swinging to and fro like a drunken
buggy, at an angle of forty degrees, and quite uneasy. The rope which
was to haul us on was fastened to the iron--blest be the tie that
binds--and with a few hearty pulls we were brought so near the New
York tower that without difficulty we clambered up. I had made the
trip, but I had not felt a feel. From the top of the New York tower I
saw much, but the chief point of interest was the innumerable jets of
steam which flourish in the air, and fantastically curl off into
space.

"Again the steeples, the tower, and the long, narrow, dirty river
filled the prospect, and the bright sun of a charming day lightened up
the western sky That was all, except to say 'thanks and good-bye,' and
descend the stairs. There were 417 of them stairs, and before I
reached the bottom I was dizzy, faint, seasick, and filled with a
decoction of tickle, so that I had to shut my eyes and rest from my
labors.

"Thus ends the trip which filled my anticipatory imagination as the
waters fill the sea, but which resolved itself in realization to a
simple, childlike faith in the fixtures on the wire, and in the skill
and competence of the man who guided them. MONSIEUR X."

* * * * *

BLUE GLASS SCIENCE.

There is nothing more reassuring in these days, when new "isms" of the
scientists are slowly sapping the foundations of cherished beliefs,
than to remember that, after all, the much vaunted dicta of Nature are
yet opposable by the sound operations of honest common sense. See for
example how one of our evening dailies, tossing the dogmas of
so-called science contemptuously aside, evolves such profoundly
original thoughts as these, to explain the lucid blue glass theory of
General Pleasonton: "The blue glass presents an obstruction to the
sun's rays which