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* 10-DAY AND TO-MORRO W It there come some Joy to me, Would you have me stay With that Joy to sweeten life? “YeB, Heart, stay to-day,” Well, then, if I have a dream Of some coming sorrow, Shall I wait- to feel ItB fear ? “That will do to-morrow." If unto some loving heart % I’ve a debt to pay ? “Ah ! that is a mighty debt— Pay It, Heart, to-day.” II I’m forced from bitter wrongs Cruel words to borrow ? “Then, dear Heart, there Is no haste; Keep them till to-morrow. Duty, Kindness and Success Lose by slow delay : Duty hath a double right When it claims to-day. Kindness dies if It must wait; Success will not stay— Unto them comes no to-morrow If they lose to-day. “But for Debt and Doubt and Anger, But for useless sorrow, Better you should wait a day; K< ep them lor to-morrow. And, as every day’s to-day, You may patience borrow Thus forever to put off Such a bad to-morrow.” Managing a Husband. “True, Major Flint is a wealthy man, and good looking, withal, but if you marry him he will make you his slave—take my word for it, Miss Atherton.” “Do you think so?” said the lady addressed, quietly looking up from her embroidery. “Think so ? I know it. I cannot have forgotten how his first wife fared. So gentle and lovely, too, as Bhe was, yet the poor woman never dared say her soul was her own— never ? If she had had a different hus band, she would undoubtedly have been alive to-day.” “Very likely, Mrs. May.” “And yet, knowing all this, you are going to take her place.” “Major Flint will find me a very different person from his wife,” said Miss Atherton, composedly. “How ever, as I do not wish to anticipate sorrow, we will, if you please, dismiss w-ie subject.” This was not the first remonstrance tWhh Atherton had received on the subject of her approaching marriage; but she had made up her mind, it ap peared, and was now occupied in mak ing preparations for the wedding. What had been said respecting Major Flint and his wife was unques tionably true. He was a domestic tyrant, and holding the female under standing in very slight esteem, con sidered that the wife ought in all respects, to be subservient to the hus band’s will. His reason for marrying again was principally from the fact that he found no housekeeper who would be sufficiently subservient to his whims and caprices. Having lost one aft r another, he came to the conclusion that he needed a wife, and soon re solved to tender his hand to Grace Atherton, who had been a warm per sonal friend of his lost wife. We will not analyze her motives for accepting his proposal, though probably a re gard for Mr. Flint’s two helpless little children, who resembled their mother rather than their father, influenced her as much as any other motive. However that might be, the marriage soon took plaoe, and after a brief journey Miss Atherton returned as Mrs. Major Flint, to take the place of mistress of the household. Hitherto Major Flint had forborne to show his hand. Now, however, that their married life had fairly begun, he thought it quite time to do so. “I have given Mrs. Burns a week’s warning,” he remarked at the break fast table, the morning after their re turn. Mrs. Burns had been housekeeper and maid-of-all-work, the entire duties of the household developing upon her. “And why have you given her a week’s warning ?” said the lady com posedly. “Are you not satisfied with her ?” “It is not that, madam,” said the major deliberately. “Any difficulty about the wages?” asked his wife, unconcernedly. "No,” said her husband, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “The fact is, Mrs. Flint, there is not very muoh work to do in our small household, at least no more than one pair hands can easily do. My first wife always did her own work, and with ^ase, though she was not a very strong woman. •«XHd she not die very young ?” sq^d wife number two, sipping her coffee composedly. “Why, yes,” said the obtme Mr. Flint, a little disconcerted. “You know the young die as well is the aged.” “So I have heard,” returned his wife. Major Flint was a good deal puzzled by the matter-of-fact manner of his new wife. Her cool self-possession awed him in spite of himself. If she had stormed he would have felt better prepared to meet the emergency. “I shall permit my children to re main where they are, at my mother’s, until you get accustomed to the house a little. “In the course of the week,” he added, “you will get an idea of the extent of the work by observing Mrs. Burns.” Rising from the table, he was about to leave the room, when his footsteps were arrested by the simple address— “Major Flint!” “Well ?” said he. “It appears that you have been making arrangements without con sulting me.” Major Flint was astonished. “You, madam ! Why should I c in sult you about my arrangements?” “Because I may not approve them.” “Mrs. Flint,” said the major, “it is your duty to acquiesce in whatever plans I, as your husband, see fit to form.” “Indeed, I never took that view of the matter,” said Mrs. Flint. “Then the sooner you take it the better,” was the reply. “Do you expect me to perform all the labor required in this establish ment?” “Exactly so, madam.” “I believe you are considered a rich man, Major Flint?” “I am accounted so, madam,” he replied complacently. “And you are quite able to hire do mestic service, are you not?” “Yes, if it were needful.” “Suppose I say it is needful.” “I should take the liberty to doubt it, madam,” he replied. “Very well, Mr. Flint, since you force it upon me, I may as well tell you first'as last my decision upon this point. You offered me the position of wife, not that of maid servant. On this understanding I accepted you. Yet, if your circumstances ever be come such as to require it, I shall not hesitate for a moment to conform my self to them. I only object to assum ing a burden which, from your own account, appears to be quite needless. I am very willing to superintend the household arrangements, as I consider that a duty which devolves upon me as your wife.” “I have listened to your arguments, Mrs. Flint and they are weak. They do not weigh with me, madam.” “It is to be regretted.” “The first Mrs. Flint better under stood her duties as a wife,” he return ed excitedly. “But it is quite useless to discuss the point with you, madam. However, this day week Mrs. Burns leaves us, and I expect you to assume her duties.” Mrs. Flint smiled. Major Flint frowned. Then, taking his hat and cane, he excitedly went from the room. “There’s nothing like beginning right,” he said,mentally, planting his cane firmly do.vn upon the pave ment. “If Mrs. Flint married me with the idea of squandering my money In silks, furbelows and things, she’ll find it difficult in my establish ment. I don’t intend to encourage fe male insubordination. I believe the husband was born to govern—the wife to obey. If more husbands had my firmness, my tact in governing, things would be different at the pres ent day.” Mrs. Flint left at home, summoned the housekeeper. “I learn that my husband has given you a week’s warning,” she said. “Yes, ma’am.” “Is it your wish to leave us ?” “Oh, no, Mrs. Flint, for I don't know where I could find another place and I have to pay my little girl’s board out of my wages.” “I believe there is considerable work to be done here?” “Yes, Mrs. Flint, a great deal. Then Mr. Flint is so peculiar—he wants everything done just so. And that’s why I’m sorry to go just as you come; I know you are easy to please.” “How do you know that ?” “By your face—it looks so good- natured. Major Flint says, ma’am,” she continued hesitatingly, “that I am to show you some about the work. But If you try to do it alone, unused to hard work as you are, it will make you siok.” “I think very likely it would, Mrs. ] Burns. But I have not the slightest idea of doing the work. At all events you must not secure another situation until you hear from me again. I am very confident,” she aJded, smiling, “that if Mr. Flint sends you away, Mrs. Burns, he will bo glad to take you back.” Tbe week passed quickly. “Mrs. Burns leaves to-morrow,” said the major, at the tea table, “Then you have quite decided upon it ?” “Yes; I believe I announced the fact to you some time ago.” “I thought it possible that my oh jections might have weighed with you and induced you to change your mind.” “I never change my mind,” said her husband, loftily. “But I warn you I have little experi ence as a cook.” “You can learn.” “Perhaps I may not cook to suit your taste,” she persisted. “That is my affair.” Had he been aware of the plot form ing in the lady’s fertile brain, he might not have felt so confident in re gard to the quality of his bread and butter; and he retired for the night unconscious of the discipline to be meted out to him. So the following morning Mrs. Burns received her wages and was sent off. At ten o’clock the market ing was brought home. At the usual dinner hour Major Flint made his ap pearance. The table was laid with more than usual neatness. Major Flint congratulated himself on this fact as a personal triumph on his part. But he hardly felt so complacent when the dinner came up. The beef was terribly overdone ; the vegetables, on the contrary, were not half cooked. In short there was nothing fit to eat on the iaole. This Major Flint rather angrily remarked. “I dare say ; I am not a very good cook,” said nis wue. With his appetite only half satisfied he rose from the table. The following morning breakfast was delayed more than half an hour and when ready it was scarcely eata ble. Major Flint was quite out of humor; but in reply to his remon strance his wife said: “I warned you that I might not cook to suit your taste.” And so matters deteriorated rather than improved. The tea and coffee prepared by his wife were nauseating to him, while the bread was not only sour, but hard and clammy, requiring considerable effort to masticate it. And what rendered it all the more exaspera ting was that, no matter how inferior in quality or distasteful to himself,dbis wife piofessed her inability to dis cover any fault in what was prepared for the table, protesting that it just suited her tastes. The following day Major Flint seated himself at the dinner table, his mind filled with various emotions. He was growing thin, he felt sure; not a decent meal had he eaten for three days. “This woman will be the death of me, as sure as fate!” he said to him self, gazing at the iood placed before him. Here was the rich juicy steak that he himself selected and sent from the market, after all his instructions As to how it should be broiled, shockingly overdone—in fact, almost burned to a crisp, his wife, meantime, partaking of it with great apparent relish. “What a taste that woman must have!” he said to himself. “I have made vou an extra cup of tea, to-day,” said the lady opposite, handing him a cup of tea with his desert. Hitherto Mr. Flint had been very particular in regard to his cup of tea at desert, insisting that it should be brought to the table both strong and hot. Had the tea been prepared to his taste, it would have soothed some what the riotous emotions within ; on the contrary, it was miserably weak, quite lukewarm and bratlsh. He took one sip at the tea and then set the cup down forcibly on the table,his face expressing his disgust. Madam glanced up at him from un der her long eyelashes, sipping from her cup industriously that her facial musole might not betray the amuse ment she felt. “I knew yon wou hink the tea excellent,” she said. « This was too muoh. His rage and disgust fairly boiled over. “Tea, madam, teal” he roared. “You call such abominable stuff tea, do you ? Excellent, Is it? Excellent!” “It is exsellent,” said madam, sweetly, taking him at his word and ignoring the exclamation points ut terly. “Mamma taught me to make tea when—” M»jor Flint had stood fire for three whole days, but flesh and blood could endure )t no longer. Not waiting to hear more he eeized his hat in both hands and started for the street. Taen, as if forgetful ef something, he rt- traced his step, and, thrusting his head in at the open door, he shouted— “Can you tell me where Mrs. Burns went when she left here ?” “1 think,” said madam deliberately, “if my memory serves me rightly, I heard her speak of stopping with her little girl at Mrs. March’s till she se cured a situation.” The major departed, James Bruce’s Beefsteak. Many of the events hejdescribed were so extraordinary that they were im mediately discredited, greatly to the inj ury of the book—so much so that copies of the work were found on sale soon after publication as waste paper. Later travelers, however, substantiat ed Bruce’s claims to veracity; and Bruce undoubtedly was firm on that point. “What I have written I have written,” are the concluding words to his preface, and this was his invarl • able reply to every sceptic. Once he startled a doubting friend by a practi cal exemplification of the statement that the natives of Abyssinia eat raw beef. Tne friend, who was at dinner with Bruce, had said that such a cus tom was “impossible.” Bruce rose from the table and left the room without a word, returning shortly afterward with a piece of raw beefsteak, peppered and salted a la Abyssinia. “Now, then,” he said to the gentleman, “eat that or fight me.” The steak was eaten, the traveler adding, “Now, sir, you will never again say it is impossible.” College Ptaronymics. A few years ago one of the students at Bowdoin College bore the euphoni ous title of “Spud.” He was a fine scholar, and after graduation was chosen an instructor in the college. Of course his student name still clings to him. He knew it, and didn’t like it. He was very dignified, and his professional chair did not diminish the gravity of his demeanor. One day some boys playing ball near the door of a recitation room in which “Spud” was conducting a Latin exer cise, annoyed this expounder of sub- iectives and the intricacies of indirect discourse, and calling a sophomore to him, he said : “Please go to the door, Mr. A., and say to those players that I desire them to cease their play or make less noise.” A. went to the door, stuck his head out, and shouted in stentorian tones : “Here, you fel lows! Spud says dry up!” Another professor at the same college bore the nickname “Kaigar,” from two com mon Greek words. In fact very few professors in any American college escape familiar or opprobrious nick names at the hands of the students. One of the Happiest hits of this sort was at the expense of a certain Yale professor who was called “Old Spon dee”—a spondee, in metrical versifi- ation consisting of two long feet. Too Much Horse. Gambling on horses has become a great national vice which has devel oped itself within a tolerably recent period. Years ago it was the trotting horse which commanded the most at tention in this country. Every gen tleman who owned a buggy, and every boy who drove a wagon was in terested in the great trotting matches of those days when Flora Temple was in her glory. But the modern race horse i9 an English invention, and was not in favor here at the North un- t’l after the civii war was over, al though many Southerners did patron ize that form of sport. But our paper- money era brought into existence a class of wealthy men who deliberately undertook to nautralize the race-track in the United States, with all its at tendant wickedness. The Belmonts,the Lorrillards, Jeromes, Keenes, Trav erses, and other rich meu openly pa tronize the jockey and the book maker. The result has been that we now have racing every day for over six months in the year. The voice of the pool auctioneer is never silent, and literally millions of dollars are wager ed daily on that most treacherous of all kinds of betting, the contests be tween horses. Every one knows that in no game of chance are the odds so heavily against those who put up their money as in horse racing. The winning of the Derby and the Grand prix of Paris by American houses last year added immensely to the popular ity of the American race-track. The trouble is that there seems to be no way of curing the infatuation of those who make it a business of gambol on horse-races. The laws of j are openly violated by mfl names stand high in the co| and financial world; nor seem to be any effectual pro| press or pulpit.—From Monthly forNovember. Facts and Fancies. —Regarding peach disease—yellows —Professor Goessman, of the Massa chusetts Agricultural College, fo.und that poor soil favored its spread. By treating trees to a dressing of super- phosphata and muriate of potash, a] plied around the base and well br< casted, he restored them to good health. The cause is due toImpov.ejiv^.^w*- ishment. —Ashes should never be thrown upon manure heaps, nor mixed with any kind of manure, as the caustic potash liberates the ammonia, which is very d.fflcult to save. Therefore spread ashes immediately upon the land, whether grass or cultivated. —Jay Gould has given the Philadel phia ship builders, Cramp & Son, the contract for his fast yacht. —Tbe Baroness Burdett- Coutts-Bart- Will Read Either Way, Our young friends have heard of palindromes—words or lines that read and spell the same backward or for ward. The following sentences, printed in the London Truth, simply make sense read word by word either way: “Solomon had vast treasures—sliver and gold—things precious. Happy and rioh and wise was he. Faithfully served he God. “She sits lamenting sadly, often too much alone. “Mania noble and generous often, sometimes vain and cowardly. “Carefully boiled eggs are good aud palatable.” Ahead of Jno. Beell. The ex-King Cetewayo still sticks to beef as the chief article of his diet; oar beef he considers good, but not so good as that of his own oountry, for there Is too much fat about it. The other day fourteen pounds had been prepared for his breakfast and that of his three chiefs. The latter ate thir teen pounds before Cetewayo made his appearanoe, so a fresh supply had • to be oooked. room, absorbed all th^< gases in the 100^., the air of will have become purer, btic the utterly filthy. The colder the water* the greater is its capacity to contain these gases. At ordinary temperatures a pail of water will eon tain a pint of carbonic acid gas and several pints of ammonia. The capacity is nearly doubled by reducing the water to 82°. Hence, water kept in a room a i time is always unfit for use. Fori same reason the water from a pu^ should alwavs be pumped out in morning befote any of it is used, pure water is more injurious than pure air. The Match Monopoly in Fraj The annual reports of the Flinch Match Company are very chary of details respecting the financial results of the monopoly , although they enter into very minute and unnecessary particulars of the manufacture of stock. All that can be gathered from the re port of 1881 is that the deficit in the profit aud loss account was reduced during the year from 11,631,377 francs to 8,614 889 francs. The general result appears to be that the consumption of matches in France during the year still amounted to only 26,000,000,000, while the com pany, under its contract with the Htate, has to pay a per centage on a minimum quantity of 40,000,000,00(1. The oompany has never yet pail a dividend, and the prospeot of the share-holders ever receiving one is very remote. “George,” asked the teacher of a Sunday school class, “who, above all others, shall you wish to see when you get to heaven ?” With a faoe brightened up with anticipation, little fellow shouted, “Gerllah I” V