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BY TOE SEA. BT J. B. CHBTSTAL. My bln# —yed pet, with golden hair, I# Hitting on my knee, And gazcH eagerly afar, Across the beach, beyond ttaa bar, Where rolls the restless sea. She puts her little hands in mine, And laughs with childish glee To see the foaming billows splash. As on the shore they freely dash, Then glide back silently. Bnt. wbile she laughs so merrily. My heart is faraway; And, as I look upon the shore. Where loud and long the breaker* roar- My sad soul seems to say ■ •The sea is like a human life’ Jt breaks upon the shore Of time, with a resistless might. And, when the goal is just in sight, Dies—to return no more. ‘And, all along the shore of time, Full many wreck doth lie; The pangs of many a mad carouse, Of blasted hopes and broken tows. Of happy days gone by.” Yet, while I muse In mournful mood, And gaze upon the sea, My blue-eyod pet, with golden hair, Whose heart has never known a care, Whose voice is music in the aiz Still sits upon my knee. Her head is resting on my breast— Her eyes in slumber deep: The same rough sea, whose breakers roar And madly, fiercely lash the shore, Has lulled my child to sleep. FACTS AM) FANCIES FOR THE FAIR. Girls, Naomi waa 580 years old when •he waa married. If a girl wants to get married she gen erally says so to her popper. Drawers of water are not reliable foi winter wear. Two make a pair except in scissors, pantaloons and stairs. Ladies are very much taken with Bob Ingersoll, because he makes such a big bustle. Of late it has become fashionable among the ladies at Rome to attend trials in courts of justice. She certainly had a pretty foot, but after all it didn’t make half so much im pression on him as the old man’s. ~ A WOMAN inmate of an asylum for the insane, at Maysville, Cal., imagining that she was imprisoned by enemies, and that pen and ink were denied her, made a statement of her case in needle work on a piece of cloth, and threw it out of the window. The hair is worn plainly parted and waved in front, coiled into a knot be hind, surrounded with a braid which is placed rather low so that no vestige of the back hair may be seen in a front view of the face. All ornaments, whether feathers, flowers or jewels, must be placed at the back of the head so as to be unseen in a front view. All womankind is busy digging up plants from the door-yard bed and “ pot ting” them in the various windows of the house. They give the rooms such a tasty and elegant appearance, you know, and it is so delightful when you want to look out of doors to tip over tw T o or three Slants into your best girl’s lap. Wed* ings and such have sprung from little accidents like that. Man is fearfully and wonderfully made. An unmarried woman about thirty-seven years of age, is also fear fully and onederfully maid A young lady of our acquaintance calls her fellow “Honeysuckle,” because he’s always hanging over the front fence. “ Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold,” Sang the wife—but Jack replied, ‘‘Turn your switch the other side.” The bashful young lady who fainted when the butcher spoke of a leg of mutton, has recovered sufficiently to stuff herself with a breast of veal. It has been noticed by a Philadelphia youth that the wide belts now worn by the fashionable females are just the width of a gentleman’s coat sleeve. When a girl begins to find fault with her lover, she is only given him a fair warning of what their future life may be. The latest fashion in ear tabs is to have black velvet caps for the ear with the monogram of the wearer embroid ered in sky colored silk on the sides. Dainty little hanging flower baskets, to hold cut flowers, are of ground glass in the shape of an open umbrella, sus pended by the handle. The swallow is a favorite bird in jewelry this season and appears in cufl buttons, pins aud earrings, and also in woven stuffs and on bonnets. talk about a woman being at lost for an expedient. She’s never at loss for anything but a man. If she’s in a crowded street car and wants to scratch her head, she simply changes the loca tion of a hair pin. Mary Dean, wffio made her entree into Indiana six years ago in a Bloomer costume, with a revolver displayed athei belt, and became a public speaker on wo man’s rights, now retires to a prison as a thief. Thou art not my first love, For I loved before we met, And the mem’ry of that summer dream Is pleasant to me yet. But thou! thou art my la3t love, My dearest and my best, My heart but shed its outer leave* To give thee all the rest. Black satin suits have jet girdles and A square opening filled in with jet at the throat and at the back of the neck. The girdle is pointed on both edges in front and finished with a great bow, with long ends, at the back. Short skirts of pale blue, rose-pink, scarlet, olive green and cream white flan nel of the finest texture, embroidered with white or colored silk, are the fancy this winter for underskirts, while, the walking skirt is of scarlet, dark blue, or black satin or mohair quilted. Oh 1 stav with me, my corest stay, And like a dream my waist shall*fade away, Oh! stay with me, My corset stay; And like a pipe stem I shall waist away, Shall waist away. —Keokuk Gate City. When little Bob asked his sister’s beau for a cigar, his future brother-in law snubbed him with the remark: “Young man, a strap would do you more good.” Next night Bob’s sister and her young man got their hands, chins and clothes smeared with coal tar while lingering at the front gate, and little Bob, when questioned on the subject, said he couldn’t tell a lie—“itmust have been a tramp,” Opera cloaks in the shade known as queen’s hair, almost covered with gold embroidery, and fringed in chenille and Sold, are new and can be worn with resses of almost any color. Take her up tenderly, Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair; Handle her carefully, Talk to her prayerfully— She’s cross as'a bear! Handkerchiefs are hemstitched in dice patterns nearly all over, the center being a small square of fine cambric. Some are worked with wreaths of ivy and others with rosebuds and leaves. The Decorative Art Society has some pretty whist counters decorated by hand. On one side are golden bees, clover blooms, butterflies and swallows; on the other figures are painted. Will flowers and the coarser garden blossoms are especially popular now. full-bloom cabbage roses, pinks, ragged robins, marigolds and other like hardy flowers being in great demand. “The only jokes which women like to read are those which reflect ridicule upon men.” “Yes,” says a contemporary, “on taking up a paper a woman invariably turns to the marriage column ” A Little Plain Talk. A reporter, under the nom de plume of “Elie Adams,” in the New York Mercury , relates the following plain side of news paper life, of which the public generally are so entirely ignorant. It illustrates fully how bigoted, deceitful and ego tistical are the true characters of ma v y men who, all their lives, appear to the world around them as something little less than angels; During the last ten years I have had considerable private experience with clergymen. My position as a journalist has given me opportunities not vouch safed to the general public. And I must confess very frankly that in a ma jority of cases I have been greatly dis appointed in them, or rather I should say that I was, until I came to thor oughly understand them as a class. Now I would not for several worlds be misun derstood on this subject. Ido not make sweeping assertions, nor do I make any assertions without abundant proof. For the benefit of the reader I will narrate a few episodes in my own experience, and lie can draw his own conclusions. At the start I want to remark that we ex pect advance agents, showmen, mer chants, etc., to request flattering sen tences in type; nothing is more natural than such desires on their part, for they deal strictly in earthly things, making no pretensions in their profession or business to lay up treasures in heaven. But ministers are assigned quite a differ ent position by the great public. \\ hile on the leading paper in , I frequently saw communications which came to the office of that journal from one of the most prominent clergymen of that city. They were invariably in his own handwriting, which I knew well, and were intended for the local columns, giving reports of various services held at his church. They always spoke of him as the eloquent Rev. Dr. , and the way he used complimentary language in regard to his particular labors for the meek and lowly Savior was certainly bewildering, to say the least. This min ister was one of the best known of di vines in that city, and was considered by the general public as a very good man. He is dead now, and I trust is where he has acquired some modesty. We used to erase all of his flowery language about himself and then print his efforts. On one occasion, after delivering a most telling and affecting speech at a temperance meeting in Philadelphia, a' leading minister of that city came to the table at which I am writing, and in quired if I represented a certain news paper. Upon receiving an affirmative reply, he at once asked me for a compli mentary notice. I was naturally dis gusted, and I exclaimed: “ Mr. , did you come here to make those people,” pointing to the audience, “better? to do good to humanity, as one might infer from your address, or did you come to get a little eneap newspaper notoriety?” He left. “Say, Old Man!” An anecdote of the late Mr. Otis, of New London, Conn., who left a million of dollars to foreign missions, is as fol lows : He was at one of the New London fish markets on the wharfs, clad in his custo mary overalls, and, as ever, unassuming in his deportment, when the captain of a sinking vessel rushed ashore, and seiz ing Mr. Otis by the shoulder, shouted: “ Say, old man, quick. Do you want a job?” Mr. Otis look at him a little surprised and turned away, whereupon the per sistent captain followed him up and again demanded: “Say you, don’t you w r aut a job to pump out my vessel?” As Mr. Otis remained silent, the exas perated captain exclaimed: “ Well, old chap, if you are too lazy to work, you will die in the poorhouse.” The man in the overalls ivas then the owner of more than three million dollars. Problem in Algebra.— Let Mr. B. stand for x; a mad bull fanning his coat tails with its horns equal y ; an eight-rail fence, two and a-half seconds distant from life be the emergency. The question is, -will x plus y he equal to the emergency. A dollar and a half pair of ear muff's for the first correct solution. Cloudless Thunder-storms in Arizona. [Ar izon* Ccrretpondenc* Chicago Tribuma. | Well, here we are, in the midst of almost a cloudless thunder-storm. One who has never been in the mountain valleys in the heated season can hardly realize how it can lighten, thunder and rain so suddenly ana with little or no preparation; yet a little ugly cloud comes from somewhere, almost in a minute, and it is big with tempest. Ido think this country is capable of more light ning and thunder in a minute than any other place in which I have ever been. That little cloud has spread out to about the size of two big carpets, but it is a full grown thunder-storm. It is about 3 p. m., thermometer 105, with the sun shining brightly; but, in about ten yards further, it will sink behind that point of the mountain. What a mag nificent bath this is! These drops are not falling so thickly as I have seen them, but they will average just about as large where they touch you as your thumb-nail. What a picture, if this trembling beauty, in the little space in tervening, and the side of that mountain, drifting off into the ravine up toward the sun, could be carried to the canvas! Is it possible that there are nothing but drops of water falling through a trembling sheen of golden light? A shower of diamonds could not glisten more. Angels could not toss brighter jewels from their cabinets. I know that those are only stinted, murky green shrubs clinging to that desolate hill-side; but they are the tinted background of a picture no artist hand dare profane. How it trembles, while nameless hues are drifting, changing ere you have had time to think how beautiful. 1 And this companion picture, brimful of wordless beauty. Why is the human easel so tame? That is the same old mountain which I descended not thirty minutes since—an old, rusty, rocky dome, but that shadow of Neptune was not there then, with that girdle of rainbow about his loins. If raindrops are brighter, here rainbows are more real, solid beauties. It cannot be a shadow only. See! it leans up against that old giant cactus, and its dismal ribs glow with shadings I dare not try to name. Now it trembles on the prickly branch of that juniper, and all its berries are changing crystals. That bolt of electric fire which just spent its fury on that old crag, and sent those bits of stones down the hill, has started an owl from his hole in the rocks, and his somber wings are less profane while bathed in hues like those. Even his dismal “twoo-hoo” is modified as it comes to us through such a sheen. That frightened deer has just sprung into Elace where all this rainbow hangs upon is horns. Never was a dear little deer wrapped in such a garb before. But let me shut my eyes before this picture fades, and thank the Maker for this lit tle patch of storm. Excessive Use of Narcotics. \ Says a writer: In the increasing use of certain narcotics which are employed to relieve pain and induce sleep there is, it seems, if we may accept the testi mony of high authorities, good ground for serious apprehension. Dr. Richard son, who had much to do in bringing chloral into general notice, has recently published .in the Contemporary Re vieio an earnest warning against the habitual and careless use of all such medicines. “ This growing practice,” he says, referring especially to the practice of taking chloral, “ is alike injurious to the mental, moral, and purely physical life.” He points out in detail the serious consequences of the habit, and continues; “ To my mind, and I wish to be as open to conviction as any one can be, I fail to discern a single opening for these lethal agents in the service of mankind, save in the most exceptional conditions of dis ease, and then only under skilled and thoughtful supervision, from hands that the danger of infusing a false movement and life into so exquisite an organism as a living, breathing, pulsat ing, impressionable human form.” If this warning is needed in England, it is likely, in view of the special liability of our excitable American temperament to excess, to be still more needed here. There is danger in the habitual use of all stimulants and narcotics. Whoever becomes enslaved to any one of them — to alocohol, opium, chloral, absinthe, to bacco, or even, I believe, to coffee and tea not only suffers from the serious physical derangements which they directly cause, but also loses, a certain portion of the strength and independence of character which it is our chief business here on earth to’cultivate. He runs a great risk of falling into a more or less confirmed condition of mental aberration; he for feits, according to the degree of his en slavement, his self-respect as well as the respect of other people, and he suffers a degradation of manhood which renders him less and less capable of the regular and steady exercise of all the higher faculties which belong to a well-balanced mind and faithful life. Angels Don’t Chew Tobacco. A Methodist minister, the Rev. Mr. H , was a good man, but rough in his ways, and very fond of chewing tobacco. One day he was caught id a shower in Illinois, and going to a rude cabin near by, he knocked at the door. A sharp looking old dame answered his summons. He asked for shelter. “ I don’t know you,” she replied, sus piciously. “ Remember the Scriptures,” said the dominie. “‘ Be not forgetful to enter tain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unaware!?.’ ” “You needn’t say that,” quickly re turned the other; “no angel would come down here with a big quid of tobacco in his mouth!” She shut the door in his face, leaving the good man to the mercy of the rain and his own reflections. Some of Hermann’s Tricks. [London Xew.] M. Daudet’s new novel and the tricks of M. Hermann, the Viennese conjuror, are amusing the idle part of Paris. M. Hermann, unlike the “ mediums” who perform tricks and call them miracles, does miracles and calls them tricks. M. Jules Claretie is responsible for the ac curacy of the following tale: Hermann was engaged in the difficult task of amusing that monarch “ who lives the life of a wounded rabbit in a hole”—the Sultan. The scene was a boat moored in the Bosphorus. “ Will you oblige me,” said Hermann to the Grand Vizier, “by throwing your watch overboard?” The Vizier looked doubtful, but the Sul tan nodded, and thew'atch sank glittering through the sea. “ Now,” said Her mann, “ will someone kindly give me a fishing rod?” A rod was brought, a line, and a hook, which the conjuror baited before the eyes of the Padishah,, as a Pushtoo contemporary calls the Sultan. He soon had a nibble, struck, and after an exciting interval had a line fish in the landing-net. Hermann opened the fish, and took out the Vizier s watch, still keeping capital time. Repressing a strong inclination to refer to the ring of Polycrates, we go on to prove that Her mann can juggle as well for the wily Muscovite as the gallant Turk. While amusing the leisure of the Autocrat of all the Russians he broke a large and magnificent mirror. The superstitious potentate winced, for to break a mirror is unlucky, and a curtain was thrown over the glass. Hermann went on with his tricks for a while, then suddenly ex claimed, “ I forgot the glass; look at it.” The curtain was removed, and there was the mirror whole and unharmed. Complying with the Directions. Putting her head into the postoffice window, she shouted at the astonished custodian of the mails: “Advertised! ” “ Marm,” said he, after partially re covering his self-possession, “what do you wish?” “ Advertised !” she repeated louder than before. “ What name, marm?” Again came the same reply, “Adver tised!” but this time supplemented with the demand, “ An’ how long wid yez kape a body slitanding here while yez be garruping loike a moon calf in a sta ble? Wud yez iver give me me letther, I soy?” “'But, what is your name, my dear woman ?” “Och, don’t yez ‘dear woman’ me, yez ould sinner! Don’t yez mane to aboide by your own directions entoirely, yez ould bald-headed divil? Didn’t yez put intil the papers ‘Persons calling for let thers will plaze say ‘advertised?’ And haven’t Oi made meself hoarse with say ing advertised! advertised! advertised! Give me me letther, Oi say! That iver Bridget McShaughnessy should have been trifled wid by the loikes of yez?” The letter was’ forthcoming ere she had done, and the postmaster sank back into his chair with a sigh of relief, while Bridget left the office with a very red face and a perfect cataract of r’s es caping from her face. An “Anti-Fat” Spring. While surveying in the mountains northeast of Anaheim last year, Maj. Wm. P. Reynolds encountered a man who had worked for him in former years. He failed to recognize him, however, un til the stranger explained who he was. He was then a man of about two hun dred pounds weight, whereas he weighed three hundred and forty pounds when in the Major’s employ. The secret of his reduced size was freely given. A ■hort distance up the mountain was a spring, the waters of which contained some mineral anti-fat properties. Did the Major want to lose some of the superfluous flesh which incumbered him? He did. He drank the water, and in ten days his weight had been reduced twenty-five ponnds. He continued drinking the water until from two hun dred and ten he was reduced to one hun dred and seventy pounds, his present weight. This was accomplished without any violent, action on the part of the water. Maj. Reynolds will obtain water from the spring and forward to the Smithsonian Institute at Washington for analysis. The spring is about sixteen miles from Anaheim, easily accessible, and if analysis establishes the fact that there is nothing to be apprehended from the water, many obese persons will avail themselves of the opportunity to try nature’s remedy. The Way an Indian Girl Puts It. [lnterview with Miss La Fiesche of the Omaha Tribe.] “ You never heard but one side. We have no newspaper to tell our story. I tell you the soldiers do things with the prisoners or the dead as horrible as any Indian could think of. Then your peo ple are almost always the aggressors. I’ll tell you a case I know of. Two voung white men met an Indian wflth a basket of potatoes. One of them said he would like to have it to say when he went back to the East that he had shot an Indian. The other dared him to shoo t this one. He drew a revolver and shot him. The Indian was an Omaha. Oh, I tell you, if he had been a Sioux or Cheyenne you would have heard from it. But we knew we would gain noth ing, and nothing was done.” “ Well what do you propose to do? ’ “I propose that you white people treat us on a platform of plain honesty, and let us be citizens. We now are farmers and are doing well. We want to stay there and want assurance that we can live like other farmers. We have deposed the chiefs and want to be just like any other citizens of the States.” The young lady is a daughter of White Eagle, the old head chief, and no blood but that of the Omahas flows , in her veins. Bathing the Human Form. Says an exchange: “As in most things, so in washing, there are two ways of doing'it. Some people take a bath who have but a dim idea of washing themselves, and are vexed and annoyed when told the result is not happy. It is a well known fact, but rarefy remem bered, that the skin is one of the great safety-valves of the human machine— that the millions of little perspiratory tubes with which it is pierced throw out from the inner body an average amount of thirty-three ounces of greasy refuse and worn-out material in an hour in the shape of invisible perspiration and in the same time often as much as two or three pounds in visible perspiration. Should these tubes or pores be allowed to remain choked with their own secretions the re fuse is thrown back into the other great corporeal scavengers—the lungs, stomach, liver or kidneys. Thus it stands to reason that a careful and general cleans ing of the skin is absolutely necessary to the life and well-being of the individual at least once in twenty-four hours, and few people who rejoice in tlie comfort of cleanliness will feel that it is secured under this amount of washing. And we would also here point out the fact that the mere passage of water, especially cold water ( e . g. y what is ordinarily called a sponge bath), does not cleanse. In fact, it rather has a tendency to close the pores, which, like delicate flower* shut up to a cold current of wind or water. We therefore recommend, as warm or tepid water tends to open the pores, to use that with the course of soap scrubbing (not an unreasonable friction) which should precede the universal sponging. This last may be done with cold water, which certainly invigorates and braces the system when followed by a reactionary warmth. Should this not occur, it is unwise to use it, and warmth must be substituted, especially in the cases of children, who by ignorant mothers are often forced into cold water (from which they have not a sufficiently active circulation to recover) as part of that much abused system of ‘ hardening,’ which nine times out of ten ends in ‘ hardening’ the child off the face of the earth, or checking its growth. “ ‘ Hardening,’ it must be understood, should be strengthening, not ‘ roughing,’ and many people with the best " inten tions think, very erroneously, that to make a child strong consists in causing it to undergo more physical hardships than they, with their perfectly matured strength and age, would dream of doing. “ As people in conclusions generally rush to extremes, it might be well here to remark that we do not at all recom mend codling; but no wise mother will put her young children in quite cold water in winter time, nor with a cold, and, above all will never allow them to be washed and bathed in a draught, on the same principle of consistency that plenty of fresh air is good, when it is not damp or foggy, but draughts are most injurious ” Discovery of Columbus’ Anchor. A curious relic of one of the expedi tions which sailed to the West Indies under the command of Columbus has, it is stated by a Martinique journal, been recently discovered. On the 4th -of August, 1498, a small squadron of three vessels, under the orders of Christopher Columbus, was anchored off the south western extremity of the island of Trini dad. Late at night, Columbus, it is re lated by Washington Irving, suddenly saw a wall of water approaching toward the fleet from the south. His own ves sel was lifted up so high by incom ing wave that he feared it would be either submerged or dashed on shore, while the cable of one of the other ships parted under the strain to w r hich it was subjected. The crews of the vessels gave themselves up for lost; but after a time the wave which it is surmised must have been caused by an exceptionally large body of water coming suddenly down one of the rivers flowing into the Gulf of Faria, ebbed back again. This sudden rise of the w r aters of the gulf is men tioned by Columbus’ son Ferdinand, who adds that the fleet suffered no damage save the loss of one anchor. It is this anchor which has now been found; and strangely enough, it was dug up from a depth six feet below the surface of the ground, at a spot 372 feet from the nearest point of the coast line. The land, it is well known, is gaining upon the sea along the shores of Venezuela, so that where once ships rode at anchor, gardens are now planted. The anchor itself is of simple form and comparatively rude manufacture, the stock being eight feet long and round, with a ring at one end one foot in diameter, to which to nuke fast the cable, and with flukes five feet long, the whole weighing 1,100 pounds. Ancient Baths. Some of these baths were for the in discriminate service of old Romans, the Senators and the people and contained above sixteen hundred seats of marble. The walls of the lofty apartments were covered with curious mosaics. The Egyptian granite was beautifully in crusted with the precious green marble of Numidia; the perpetual stream of hot water wns poured into the capacious basins through mouths of bright and glossy silver, and the meanest Roman could purchase with a small copper coin the daily enjoyment of a scene of pomp and luxury which might excite the envy of the kings of Asia. From these stately palaces issued a swarm of dirty and ragged plebeians, without shoes and without a mantle, who loitered away whole days-in the street or Forum to hear news and to hold disputes, and who spent the hours of the night in obscure taverns and brothels in the indulgence of gross sensuality. Paris has 41,000 tobacco shop, ten times that cumber of drinking booths, and a few churcheat