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wrr AHD HUMOR.
«4n Manv a woman who does not know
the multiplication table can “fig¬
ure” in society. who works hard
to waTst during the evening.
They are relatives of my husband.
• •Yes,” she said, “I always obey my
£ husband but I reckon I some
to say about what his commands
shall be.''—Boston Post.
“Mamma, what is a furrier?” asked
little girl. “One that deals m furs,”
a “Then is a currier one
was the Swiff reply- incurs,” the next ques¬
that was
tion. “When I
horse, no one offered to make him
good.” from the Emerald isle
It was a lady an’ Pat has
who said: “Shure, me son the fever
been Ivin’ flat on his back wid
these four weeks, as silent as a moke,
yellin’ ‘Water! water!’ all the time.
A certain rich man says of his wealth:
“This is often what I have sometimes often sigh¬ lied
ed for, even cried for, should
for, and nearly died for. W hat
I let it slide for?”
A gentleman who had just returned
from Europe was asked how he liked
the trip across the ocean. “Not a bit,
was the reply. “I felt utterly retched
the way over.”
The differennee between a circus ad¬
vance agent and a druggist seems to be
this: The first spends much of Ms
time in the posting of his bills, and the
latter in boasting of his pills.
An exchange print several items un¬
der the head of “True Fish Stories.”
It might happen that way. Once in a
century. But not oftener. And they
have not yet made their appearance
this century.
“What is the infinity of silence?”
asked a philosopher I of should a married. think man. it
“I don’t know; but
would be what a man had to say to his
wife, when she caught him trying to
kiss the hired girl. 1 ’
A young lady writes to a paper ask
ing how she can get rid of her beau.
Dm she ever try dropping a red-hot
file down the back of his neck? This
will frequently discourage a failed. young man
when all other means have
A coin used among the Malays repre¬
sents a value equal to about the one
thousandth part of a penny. If such a
coin were introduced into this country,
many more people who attend church
would contribute to the missionary
cause.
“I believe,” said a petulant wife to
her husband, “that everything I say to
you goes into one ear and right out of
the other.” “Yes, dear.” he replied
pleasantly; “It doesn’t take a great
while to get any thing you say through
my head. ’
“It is something I can’t understand, i’
said Mrs. Wiggles worth, laying Frenchman’s down
the paper, “why with every M. Here’s
first Ferry name and begins M. Wilson an and M. Grevy,
M.
and a dozen more. Must bother the
postmaster terribly.”
Greenland has no cats. Imagine
cats in a country where the nights are
six months long. A scientist says that
cats born 7,300 feet above the sea are
-deaf. The altitude at which they are
born dumb is what the people would
generally like to know.
When watermelons make a man sick
he goes to the doctor. Not so with the
newspaper. When the paper makes
him sick he goes to the courts. There
is one similarity, however, in the two
cases. Recovery is doubtful in both
Instances.— Carl Pretzel's Weekly.
“O, Grannie, Grannie!” exclaimed a
Brooklyn which boy, glancing reading. up from “Java the
paper he was
has been visited by a shower of fire.”
“Dear me,” returned the old lady, not
exactly catching the full import of the
communication, “dear me, you don’t
toll me so? Well, I thought the coffee
this morning tasted a little burnt.”
The craze on electrical study is be¬
ginning conductor?” to bear asked fruit. lad “Are of you tho
a a omnibus
guard. “I am,” replied the courteous
official. “What is your name?” “My
name is Wood.” “Oh, that can’t be,”
said the boy, “for wood is a non-con¬
ductor.”
“How old would you think my daugh¬
ter was,” asked a mother of a lady
friend at one of of our summer resorts;
“would you think she was 18?” “O,
yes.” was the candid reply, “I should
think she was 18—about ten years
ago!” by” They “never speak as they pass
now.
Rollo, “Does a goose lay eggs?” in inquired
one brisk morning breezy
March. And Rollo’s father, sitting be¬
hind the stove, eating quinine with a
: poon, and trying to shake his whole
skeleton out of his pockets, made re¬
ply: thing. “Yes, my son, ague slays ’ ’ every¬
It has slain your father.
A painter was bragging of his won¬
derful command of color to a friend one
day. His friend did not seem to take
it quite all “do in. “Why,” know there exclaimed but the
painter, three painters you in the world, sir, are who
understand color!” “And who are
they?” at last asked the friend. “Why,
sir, I am one, and—and—and I forget
the names of the other two!”
The Earl of Shaftesbury tells an
amusing story. He says that in his
part of the country (Dorsetshire) prediction the
people have a strong for
giving Hebrew names to their children
by baptism. little Sometimes, far. In the however, churchyard they
go a too
of his own pans h there is a tombstone
on which the words were engraved,
“Methuselah Coney died, aged twelve
months.”
hotel Heavy before tragedian, chicken: seated at a “Prithee, railway
a roast
landlord, dwells there within the pre¬
cincts of this hamlet a machinist.*”
Landlord: “A machinist? Yes, sir.”
Tragedian: bird of “Then springs. take Bid to him him wrench this
awunder many these iron limbs, and then,
for our regal*’men t, to chisel slices from
dins its unyielding lad. bosom, for do we It quick¬ would
asms. pray you,
ly, Your peas you need not carry, for
thoM, with desfroos mansgemyat, wt
i' fbnig would go beyond an ad¬
vertisement we met with It lately of a
Yankee auctioneer. offered for sale
a “sweet pensive retirement” on the
banks of the Hudson, and after describ¬
ing ness,” the and “streams the “fruits of sparkling of the tropics bright¬
in
golden beauty,” worthy mentions the that “the
stables are of steeds of Nim¬
rod or the studs of Achilles, and its
heronry was built, expressly for the
birds of Paradise, while sombre in the
distance, like the cave of a hermit,
glimpses are caught of the dog-house.”
A Cincinnati German in the furniture
trade was accosted the other day by a
New-Yorker with: “Well, Mr. Schmidt,
they ment?” say you “Yaw; have dot made ish so.” an assign¬
“You
assigned to your brother, didn't you?”
“Yaw, he vhas my brudder.” “Didn’t
anybody raise objections about this
family know. arrangement?” Vhen brudder “Vhell, fails I doan’
my he as¬
signs to me, und vhen I fails I assigns
to him. Dot makes fair play, eh? 1
doa’n go much on some mans who goes
pack on his brudder.”
in A gentleman carriage, was riding “all with a lady
an open of a summer’s
day,” and awkward accidentally—men’s arms
are such things, are ever in
the way—dropped No objection an arm around her
waist. was made for
awhile, and the arm gradually relieved
the side pf the carriage of the pressure
upon it. But of a sudden (whether
from a late recognition of the impropri¬
ety beau of the coming, thimg, or the sight known) of anoth¬
er never was the
lady star flashing ed with volcanic energy, and
with a eye exclaimed: “Mr.
Brown, I can support reply, myself!” “Capi¬
tal!” was the “you are just the
girl I have been looking for these five
years—will you marry me?”
A Japan Newspaper.
the Halting Tokio our Nichi-Nichi karamus Shinbun at the door (Twice of
Daily News), we went in. But tho
feature of the Shinbun office was its
type case—for there was only one of
body Ghost type. Benjamin And such Franklin, a type what case!
of a
ease! Suppose we measure it. It is
divided for utility in two sections
sloping toward an alley five feet wide.
Each section is four feet wide by thirty
feet long—4x60 feet. There’s a new
case for you. This is divided into small
compartments or boxes, into which the
type is laid in regular piles, several
piles in a box—with faces all toward the
compositor—mostly boys, big and little.
Each holds a wooden “stick” with brass
rule. The type are all of a size; the
“stick” is not set to the measure of the
column, which is twenty ems pica, but
to about half the measure—it being the
business of the other workmen to im¬
pose the lines in columns, take proof,
and make up forms. Now, then, the
type-setting. Armed with sticks, and
rule, and copy, the dozen compositors
read the last in an earnest, sing-song far
way, each rushing to some box or
.near for the needed letter—then back
ten or twelve feet to the second one—all
are on the lively move—rushing and
ski ipping to and fro, right and left, up
and down, chasse, balance to partners,
swing the corners, up and back, sing¬
ing tho copy, catching one letter here,
another there, prancing and promenade, dodging,
humming and skipping—a
cotillon, Virginia reel, racquet, and ail
hands-around upon the same floor at
the same time, and the same dancers in
each—a perfect maze of noise and con¬
fusion—yet out of confusion sight bringing be
printed “How order! It was different a characters to
seen. many anyhow?”
are there in this case, we
asked our guide. Then our guide asked
the printers, and none could answer
better than to say: “Nobody thousand.” knows,
sir; nobody repeated knows—many the question
Later on we same
to a more intelligent person, who said:
“At least 50,000.” That will account
for the remarkable size of the case, and
the racing to and fro of the compositors. all the
Just why they intone their copy
while was not made so clear—other
than the remark that it was the custom.
Tokio monopolizes the Japan only newspaper other
business—there being Japan one where
point—Kofu—in Eastern
newspapers are printed. The masses of
the people are able to read in their own
way, but comparatively Chinese characters. few can grasp In
the full flow of
point of illiteracy, the statistics place
this nation at only 7 per cent—or next
to Bavaria, which is the lowest on the
list.— Correspondence Davenport Demo¬
crat.
A Russian Princess.
Karoline Bauer tells the story of the
Princess Natalie Kuraklin. She was an
imposing and captivating beauty, with
the temper of a fiend, and became the
most admired and feared woman at fhe
court of the Emperor Alexander. Her
husband idolized her, and, unfortunate
' ly, allowed her complete control over
himself. To indulge her love beyond for pleas- his
urc aud luxury he went
means, and then sold one estate after
another. Once, when he handed her a
little packet of bank-notes he had won,
as a sort of peace offering, Natalie
seized them and threw them into the
fire, to eure the General as she said, of
club gaming and late hours. Another
night, when she was adorned in full
splendor for a court ball the General
Kept her waiting. At last he came,
greatly excited, with a red f- -e and
flashing eyes. She supposed the excite¬
ment was caused by wine and told him
so in vehement words. “No, dear dar¬
ling,”. he protested, “I had the most
important business to attend to, con¬
cerning yourself and our Alexander.
Look at these ruble notes—you will not
throw them into the fire.” “I will
though!” she exclaimed. And as she
spoke she snatched the notes from his
bands and threw them into the flames.
He shrieked in despair and rushed for¬
ward to save them—too late! There
was seen a bright blaze, and—“Nata¬
lie,” he said in a hollow voice, "you
have just destroyed our whole fortune—
£60,000. I hope if I should not return
alive from the Caucasus that you may
never have a bitter repentance. To
day or's I received orders from the Emper¬ in the
own lips to join the army
Caucasus to-morrow. In order to se¬
cure your and our child’s future, 1 to¬
day told our last eetate tp the Crown,
and everything now is ashes, !”
Gen. Kurakin was killed in ou at hi*
first engagements in the Cauoasus, and
Natalie became the most (warUrns of
— 1 111 * • '
BULL BUB.
The Famous Battlefield as it Appears To
Day.
This first battle of Bull Run stands
first in the alphabet of great American
battles. Greater battles have been
fou ght hereabouts; a greater battle, in¬
deed, on this same ground. But the
first has fastened itself on us. There
is a savage fascination about it which
we who lived on that day cannot es¬
cape. And yet it was not yesterday.
I saw lounging against a lamp post
here at Manassas, not an hour ago, a
handsome young Southerner pulling at
his moustache. I approached and ask¬
ed him of the battle. He had been
born since it waa fought. So you see
it was not fought yesterday, this battle
of Bull Run, when the cannon shook
the earth even to the shores of Oregon.
And do you know the North played the
air of “Dixie” in this first battle? Itis
so. The South had not yet learned it,
but played “The Girl I Left Behind
Me.” Let us look in upon this battle¬
field as we look upon the face of one
whom we knew well nearly a quarter
of a century ago. By a wide, well
kept country road, through cornfields
hickory and clumps of oak, chestnut, kinds walnut,
and half a dozen other of
scrub trees, some of them badly shot to
pieces, sluggish, we were driven toward the mud¬
dy, crooked and ugly little
stream of Bull Run. In this drive of
four miles we met one man on horse
baek; we passed one man on a horse
and a barefoot negro boy on foot* driv¬
ing a little flock of sheep. Overhead I
saw squirrel a single either raven; hand; not a but bird, the not crick¬ a
on
ets and grasshoppers in the cornfields
and clumps of wood on either side of
us chirped end and sang incessantly. miles turned
At the of four we
through a gate to the right into a field;
cows were scattered here and there
around the crescent of the hill; on the
crest of the hill stood a long, frame
farm house; back of this house a little
brown stone monument to the dead
soldiers; in front of it, in the door yard,
erly a grave stone. The house which form¬
stood here battle. had been The torn lady to buried splint¬
ers during the
in the grave in the dooryard was killed
here. She was the mother of the kind
old gentleman who now inherits this
place. The battlefield was his mother’s
farm. It is now his. and he shows you
over it. He was teaching school down
at Alexandria at the time his mother
was killed here—a school teacher for
forty years. He and his sister live in
this old gray house together; no one but
these two old deaf people for many a
mile about. The loads peach of trees fruit are in break¬ the
ing down of the under battlefield, little
heart a way
down on the slope of the hill below the
grave in the dooryard. the tangled Long strings
of fat turkeys tread grass
through the orchard, chasing the grass¬
hoppers. Below this orchard, half a
mile away and curving hidden around in a
muddy crescent, but by Bull a young Run.
growth of trees, creeps the
On the morning of the battle, the
broad cornfields on the other side and
away out yonder, miles away over the
foothills, the Federal bayonets gleam¬
ed by tens of thousands. Beauregard’s They were
marching for rear, or
rather for the Midland line, by which
he had come up from the South. He
had come out from Manassas, four
miles away, to stop this movement, as
all the world knows. The North was
not to be stopped. Hence the battle
here." But this is trenching the line. on You history
and we must draw can
see where the South retreated to where
stood Jacksop, “like a stone wall.”
Back of this house, where the old
schoolmaster lives with his oldest sis¬
ter, about a hundred yards, and almost
at the top of the gently sloping hill, on
the outer edge of the tall, rank corn,
and is against place where a young -Jackson growth of pines, down
the got
to pray. And here it was he sat on his
horse, was wounded, held his men in
stubborn line that day, while the storm
of battle singular beat against On them, the front and of so won this
his name.
sloping hill that lies here, between thi3
house and the during place the where battle, Jackson the dead sa
on his horse
lay thickest when and the fight tall. was But done. I do
The corn is rank
not see, as some pretend to, when look¬
ing over the field of Waterloo, that the
blood of brave men has put any partic¬ The
ular mark of vitality upon it.
truth is, if some one did not point nothing out
to you all this you would know
whatever of the battle of Bull B.un.
Nature covers up all such scars; time
heals the wounds on the breast of onr
common mother, as well as our own.
Wander about here for a week, as 1
have done, and, save for the one little
brown stone monument here, the old
earthworks at Manassas and some
scarred old trees, I have picked soldier’s up one
bullet and one button from a
coat; that is all. But on the earth¬
works near Manassas, under a I peach found
tree, while picking head. up peaches, Think of it,
an Indian arrow
and follow these two facts: What oth¬
er battles, what other races had fought
for the fields of Virginia ages and ages
before?
Not many people come to visit this
battlefield. I have seen a thousand at
Waterloo for a single visitor here.
The great trench where the dead
were buried on this sloping hill, imme¬
diately under where Stonewall Jack
son sat his horse during the battle, is
still a trench. This is a sore that re¬
fuses to heal. It has become a little
drain or rivulet. The bones of the
dead were mostly taken away at the
close of the war, and this opened the
trench anew. This portion of the bat¬
tlefield is a pasture now. A little line
of trees has grown along the banks of
this trench. Under these rank young
trees, a good many sleek chewing; spotted the cat¬ cud
tle stood yesterday
and lazily switching flies. You never
hear a sound of any kind around here
•t all, no coming and going of carriag¬ bat¬
es, as at Waterloo and other great
tlefields little of Europe. red in the Th# blush trees of are early turn¬
ing a There is hazy gray atmos¬
autumn. a the
phere ever all here which makes
stillness seem more still; In the aweary ghost of
of the smoke of war. corners
the old Virginia worm fences the wild
berry grows blood. rank and The red, as earth if drip¬ Is
ping r*d*## with very
if the bosom of mother earth
bleeds perpetually for her brave dead
who fell in the batlie her*.—/o «$wm
MUkrin Vhkog* Time*.
MISSING r.ivigs
College professors salary in the United States
get an average of $1,580.
The dirk, as well as its name, is of
Celtic origin. It was the side arm of
the Highland 19 men.
Mr. Herbert Spencer says that Thomas
Carlyle’s conversation during his last
years “was one long damn.”
Not a case of hydrophobia has oc¬
curred in Berlin for three years. But
every Berlin dog is muzzled.
It is said that the name Dakota is an
abbreviation of the Indian word
“Pa-ha-oota,” meaning "many heads”
or “plenty.”
Gen. Albert Pike, nbw considerably
over 70, lives quietly in Washington,
somewhat infirm, and occasionally suf¬
fering clear and from his gout, but his mind is still
memory and appetite are
good.
Boston papers lament Hon. John D.
Long’s they lack of taste in dress. His hat,
aver, is always bad, and his clothes
never fit and are apt to be of incougru
ous patterns. If only his dress were
equal to his address!
Aunt Jane Walker of Brighton, Me.,
is a spirited old lady of 73 years. She
saw a raccoon a short distance from the
house, and as the dog refused to tackle
him she armed herself with a club and
soon “polished him off.”
Janies Pryor, lately deceased, was the
last of the famous London-Cambridgo
coach-drivers. He used to drive the
“Rocket,” and came of a family that
had driven coaches on that road for
more than two hundred years.
Wagner’s than music holds a good Mine. deal
Adam more writes some people the Paris suspect.
to papers that
she hears in Wagner's musio “tho
tramp of Bismarck’s soldiers, their songs
of triumph, and tho groans of the van¬
Col. Will S. Hays, of Louisville, who
was very well known fifteen years ago
as the writer of sweetly sentimental
ditties, has Joined a negro minstrel
troupe, and will travel about the country
singing of aged his Kentucky own songs darky. in the make-up
an
Murdock Macrae, the Scotch shoe¬
maker, who was successful in the litiga¬
tion against the American millionaire,
Winans, who endeavored to interdict
him from grazing a pet lamb at the
roadside, is very him destitute, since the
costs awarded were swallowed up
in legal expenses.
The late King Fordinand of Portugal
made it the business of his life to collect
from every country in Europe books,
pamphlets, and prints of all sorts and
descriptions which had been forbidden
by the government or the police, and ho
left a prodigious and perfectly marvel¬
ous collection of the forbidden literature
of Europe during the last thirty years.
Among the epithets applied to Mr.
Gladstone in parliamentary life are the
following: “Peddler,” “Rogue,” “Iago,” “Torpedo,” "Old Collars,” “Man
of Cunning,” “Vain Old Veteran,"
“Tree-Chopping Sam,” “Mock Mehdi ”
“ThreeCourses,” “Favorite of Heaven,
“Fiend “Posture,” of Disgrace,” “Figurehead,” “Sight for “Wizard Angels,"
of
Wily Tongue.”
The youngest performer in the Lon¬
don theatres is the infant that takes
part in the baby song in the last act of
“My Sweetheart.” It is 18 months old,
ana is the fourteenth child of a working
gunmaker in Edinburg. It is put to
bed every afternoon at 4, is brought to
the theatre at 9, and is in bed again
half an hour said, later—earning than its father. for this
duty, it is more
A gentleman walked into the dining¬
room of one of the Boston clubs in the
early part of last week, and, there being
twelve at table, he refused to make tho
thirteenth, having some scruples on the
subject He was the subject supersti of some
pleasant bantering upon the
tion, which he accepted side in good table, part and
He took his dinner at a
later in the evening drew up to the
main he table. apparently Of all the had gentlemen the pres¬
hold ent life. Two days later strongest he died
on
without warning.
Turkish Women.
Small parties of Turkish women are
encountered picking their way along
streets of Galata in charge of a male
attendant, who walks a little way be¬
hind. if of the better class, or with out
the attendant in the case of the poorer
people, carrying email Japanese lan¬
terns. Sometimes a lantern will go out,
or doesn’t bum satisfactorily, and the
whole party halts in the middle of the,
perhaps, crowded thoroughfare, and
clusters around until the lantern is re¬
adjusted. The Turkish lady walks with
a slouchy gait, her shroudlike abbas
adding not a little to the ungraceful¬
ness.
Mattel’s are likewise scarcely to be
the improved by wearing two pair of shoes, being
required large, slipperlike overshoes left the
by etiquette to house bo she on is vis¬
mat iting; upon and entering in the the of s'trietly ortho¬
case a
dox Mussulman lady—and doubtless,
we may also easily imagine, in ease of a
not overpreposscssing countenance—the
yashmak hides ail but the eyes. The
eyes of beautiful, many Turkish ladies are between large
and and peep from
the white gauzy folds of the yashmak
with an effect upon the observant
Frank not unlike coquettishly ogling
from behind a fan. Handsome young
Turkish ladies with a leaning toward
western ideas are no doubt coming to
understand this, for many are nowadays
met on the streets thickness wearing yashmaks of
that are but a that single obscure trans¬ feaU
parent gauze, time producing never the a de¬
ure, at the same
cidedly interesting and taking effect
above mentioned. It is readily teen be
quite that the charitable wearing of yashmaks in the must ; of
a custom case
a lady not blessed with a handsome
face, since it enables her to appear in
publio the equal of her more favored
sister in commanding whatever homage which
is to be derived from that mystery
is said to be woman's greatest charm,
and if she hss but the one of redeeming the
feature of a beautiful pair eyea,
advantage is obvious. In street oars,
steamboats, board and all partitions public conveyances, wall off
or canvas a
small compartment for the exclusive use
of ladies, where, hidden from the rude
gase of the her frank, yashmak the and Turkish smoke lady cigar- can
ramove
reties.-~£te»fljgr/er /sfinmrjf.
The Great Mosque at Cordon.
Th « Great Mosque was begun in 788
b y Abdu-r-rahma, who determined to
build the finest mosque in the world;
enlarged , bm even his in splendid the tenth edifice was gi-eatly iliore
century,
was an era of Islam good feeling between the
church fore this and is those built, days. Christians Bo
Moslems mosque amicably was occupied differ¬
and
ent parts of the same basilica, and
when the Caliph wanted to enlarge he
bought out the Christians. Leo, Em¬
peror of Constantinople, sent one hun¬
dred and forty precious antique columns
for the new it; building, and when and Cardova Greek artists
to decorate was
conquered that by time the the Christians, religions I believe held
for some two
worship in this edifice. It occupies the
whole of a vast square. The exterior
walls, six feet in thickness, and from
thirty to sixty feet richly high, carved with portals buttress¬
ed towers and to
the difterent entrances, is the finest
specimen of this sort of work existing.
Nearly a third of the great square is
occupied by the open Court of Oranges,
" it will bo remembered, of
the abode,
Irving’s wise parrot, who knew more
.than the ordinary doctor of law; still a
delightful grove of oranges, with great
fountains, where the pious and the idle
like to congregate. From this there
were nineteen doors—all now walled
up except three-opening directly these into
the sacred mosque. With all
openings, added to the entrances on
the other three sides, to admit light freely
light and air, and to permit the to
play on its polished columns, what a
cheerful and beautiful interior it must
have been! And what a bewildering
sight it is yet! The roof is low, not
above thirty-five feet high, and orig¬
inally it was all flat. The area is
about 894 feet east and west, by 556
feet north and south, and it the is literally original
a forest of columns. Of
1,200; 1,096 still stand; the others were
removed to make room for the elab¬
orate choir erected in the center, which
destroys the great sweep of pillars It is fit and
much of the forest effect. to
make a body weep to see how the Chris¬
have abused this noble interior.
It would have been more excusable if it
had been done by early everything; Christians, but to it
whom we pardon by late
was not; it was done and a poor
kind of Christians. These columns, all
monoliths, and all made to appear of
uniform height by sinking the longer
ones in the floor, were the spoils of
heathen temples in Europe, Nimos Asia, and and
Africa. . Many came from from Seville and Tar¬
Narbonne, some Constantinople,
ragona, numbers from
and a great ancient quantity cities from of Carthage Africa.
and. other
They are all of choice and some of them
of rare marbles, jasper, porphyry, verd
antique, and all were originally highly their
polished, and many still retain
lustre. They might, with a little labor,
be made again to shine like gems.
From the carved 1 capitals of these col¬
umns spring round Moorish arches,
painted in red and white, which, seen
in any diagonal view, interlace like
ribbons, ami produce a surpassing and
charming effect.
This mosque was called Zeca, the
house of purification; Jerusalem, it was equal and its in
rank to A1 Aksa in
shrine of pilgrimage was second the.traveler only
to the Kaaba at Mecca. If
chooses to walk seven times around the
lovely little chapel in the center, once
the holy of holies, he will tread in a
well-worn path in the stone made by
tens of thousands of Moslem pilg rim ‘
feet. This chapel and the Mihrab are
brilliant with and mosaics, ornamentation. and fine carving I
in stone, stucco
have heard some critics contrast the
lowness of this edifice with the spring¬
ing aspiration of the Gothic cathedrals,
and say that it oppressed them; but it
is one of the wonders of the world.—
Charles Dudley Warner, in November
Atlantic.
A Terrier’s Trophy.
A vender of patent stand medicines pitched
his threc-leggou upon tho corner
of Market and East streets yesterday
afternoon, and by continued loud yell¬
ing and waving aloft of his wares,
sought to stem the tides of humanity
drifting to and from tho ferry, and cause
a sort of whirlpool accomplished, about he his stand,
which, being was con¬
fident that he would find little difficulty
in disposing of his medicine as fast as
he could pass it out to eager outstretched
hands. He was assisted in his laudable
exertions perched by a large his white shoulders. rat, which The
animal was attracted upon attention, and by list
cnin ig to the speaker’s words one was as
sure d in a very few minutes the rat
would be tricks, “put such through” dancing a series of music mar¬
velous as to
and picking out letters and numbers
fi’om an assortment of toy blocks such
as children with.
about him nearly half a hundred peo¬
ple, the vender ceased his flow of elo¬
quence by remarking that the exhibition
would begin. By way of an overture to
the performance a bundle of hand-bills,
in which the medicine and its colors, qualities
were described in lurid were
scattered around, and two large bottles’
were placed in conspicuous position# of the oa
tho stand Then for the the inspection medicine merchant cu
rious.
whistled softly, and the rat bounced
over his shoulder on the stand, where it
stood as if awaiting orders. for the Everyone
was on expectant toe next act,
when a catastrophe occurred through
the agency of the omnipresent small
boy. In his eagerness to visit the great
•at act a ragged urchin fell against one
of the props of the stand, and in conse¬
quence it was tilted and would have
fallen to the He groand didn’t had catch not the its bottles, owner
caught the it rat though. They went to
nor
earth, the bottles with a crash and the
rat with a squeak. series, and The in another squeak was
only one there of a shout from the mo¬
ment was a au¬
dience. The next thing the medicine
vender beheld was a little Scotch terrier
prancing toward the ferry with the
trained whit# rat la his mouth. With a
howl of sufficient rage he jumped alacrity, after the it, terrier but
not with a#
whisked out of sight among the home
can. He then returned to the stand to
hunt for the owner of th# terrier, in¬
tending to make him pay for the loos oh
the rat This, also, was a futile task, 1
and finally, with vender many folded impnoatkm# his stand on
terriers, ths ration up
and departed, a sad and man,-* 1
Jm Frmcun (MU,
She Bans the Bell.
Pussy sat on the kitchen wit
with pnrrod. her eyes looked half shut, apdf sleepy JfUrred indeed; and
She veiy
but she was more sly than sleepy. She
was an Angora cat and very handsome.
She had long, silky white fur and
fringed ears and a bushy tail like a
squirrel. She often curled it over her
back just as a squirrel would.
Pussy was in the kitchen a great deal,
and she saw the cook make custards
and puddings and cake. She wanted
some, meant to have some. She noticed
that whenever a certain bell was rung
the cook left the kitchen and stayed out
for several minutes. The bell cord was
within her reach if she stood upon her
hind feet. It was not where the cook
could see it.
Pussy slyly pulled the cord with her!
forepaws and rang the bell. The cook)
went to see what was wanted, and pus-f
sy devoured a custard in groat haste.)
When the oook came back she lay in a|
corner and seemed fast asleep. Shel
played this trick over and over hid again. and
But after awhilo some one
watched while the cook was out, and
saw Pussy ring the hell.— Our Little
Ones.
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