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Th« (Sty ot Mexico is progressing
rapidly and putting oa the best habili
ments of modern civilization. It is pro
jecting the best sanitary system on the
continent, and will eoon be illuminated
frota centre to suburb with the electric
light. ___________
The drink bill of Great Britain for 1885
was less than that for 1884. The amount
of this drink bill is equal to the nation’s
expenditure for bread, butter and cheese,
is not much less than the rents paid for
farms and houses, is three times the
amount spent for tea, sugar, coffee and
cocoa, and six times the amount spent for
linen and cotton goods.
A curious fact connected with some
modern chemical preparations is that they
are liable to be affected by the presence
of certain gases in the atmosphere. The
presence of ordinary illuminating gas
tho air will cause some cosmetics
change to a sickly yellow or a dull brown
color upon the checks and shoulders of
some belles of the ball room.
The song of the shirt can be given to
an instrumental accompaniment now. A
Berlin inventor has attached a musical
box to a sewing-machine, which doles
out its melody as long as the machine is
in operation. What with this and the
sewing-machine itself, Tom Hood’s
famous lyric is becoming decidedly old
fashionod. But its sentiment holds good,
however, the attendant circumstance
may have changed it.
The correspondent of the Cleveland
Leader says that old friends of the Presi
dent whisper that ho will nover marry.
They say the only woman that he ever
really loved has been in her grave more
than twenty-five years. He met her, they
say, when he was a school teacher in a
little town of Now York, when the down
had just begun to come upon his lips,
and she was sweet 18. They loved, but
they were too poor to marry. Cleveland
had decided to go west to make a for-
tun, when his sweetheart became sick,
and, within a few days, died.
Robert Garrett’s small hobby is his
through railroad line to Philadelphia and
New York; but bis big hobby is walk
ing-sticks. “His canes, hats, and patent
leather shoes,” says a Baltimore corre
spondent, “are positively numberless.
People who go into the hallway of his
house, while lie is at dinner, usually con
clude after a brief study of the hat-
rack that he is entertaining a vast con
gregation of his friends, whereas there is
no one there but his mildly eccentric self.
If he should ever be dragged down to
poverty, he can subsist in comfort during
the balance of Iris days upon the sales ol
his old canes and clothes.”
The New York Graphic declares that
“protests agaiust the slaughter of song
birds for millinery purposes have had
very little effect in diminishing the de
mand for ornithological decorations. As
an example of what the ordinary ob
server may sec any day in the week, when
the sky is clear and the ladies are not
afraid to wear their best bonnets, the
following critical analysis of the head
gear of eleven different ladies who rode
np town the other afternoon in a Madi
son avenue horse car is given by an ex
pert from notes taken on the spot. On
the bonnet of the first were the heads and
wings of three European starlings. Num
ber two bad an entire bird (species un
known) of foreign origin; number three,
seven warblers, representing four species;
number four, 3 large tern; number five,
the heads aud wings of three shore larks;
number six, the wings of seven shore
larks and grass finches; number seven,
one-half of a gallinule; number eight, a
small tern; number nine, a turtle dove;
number ten, a vireo and a yellow-breast
ed chab; number eleven, ostrich plumes.
As to the last it cannot be said that os
trich plumes are properly included in tho
category of song birds, nor doos the pro
curing of the plumes involve the slaugh
ter of the bird. Evidently it is time for
Mr. Bergh to turn his attention to this
matter.”
Daffodil**
fhit&SAai sun looks gladly down
Oa gaUaa rows of daffodils.
Ho crowns them with his golden crowi^
Kith golden rays each blossom fills,
And every blighting breeze he stills.
With golden trumpets in their hands,
On pliant stems they lightly swing;
In cheerful, dauntless, gorgeous bands,
Their trumpets to the bre:-ze they fling,
And sound the overture to spring.
Gone is the winter’s dreaded power,
Gone are the cold and weary days;
Now comes the soul-refreshing shower,
Now sheds the sun his brightest rays;
Their golden trumps are turned to praise.
Praise Him, ye trumpeters of spring,
Whose mighty love now life distills!
Hy heart shall with your musio ring
Until your rapture through me thrills.
Ye golden-throated daffodils!
—Caroline Hazard, in Independent.
HIS NEW COAT;
A Now York paper contains a sketch ol
the career of George 31. Pullman, the in-,
veutor of tho Pullman palace cars. He
lived in Albion, N. Y., where he was
born, until he was twenty-five or there
about, and followed his father’s business,
the removal aud raising of buildings. He
was very careful in dress, good-looking,
popular and exemplary in conduct. He
was very ingenious and fond of figuring
out schemes and drawing diagrams of
many kinds, to show then- feasibility.
He was so liberal in his dealings that he
never saved any money, and indeed, in
so small atown,nnturally did not make a
great deal. Several years before the war,
■when the level of the streets of Chicago
was to be raised, Pullman went there and
took the contract for elavatiug the Sher
man house a certain number of feet. It
was thought to lie a prodigious task, and
many persons predicted that it could not
be done. Pullman went to work scientifi
cally however, and achieved his object.
That gave him such a reputation that he
had all lie wished to do. When the min
ing excitement occurred at Pike’s Peak
he hurried to Colorado, aud started a
miners’ supply establishment, which was
very successful. While there he devised
the plan of sleeping cars, sold out his in
terest in the supplies, and returned to
Chicago. He showed his diagram to a
number of experienced persons, and they
all encouraged him in his undertakings.
After working a long while in perfecting
his plan, he had it patented. Thereafter
his progress was rapid aud his fortune
sure. He is a man who likes big opera
tions, being a natural speculator, and
makes ana loses largely with equal
equanimity.
“Is it really true, 3Iax, that you are
going to iiave a dinner-party at the
Grange? Of learned gentlemen? And
papa is to he invited?”
Fanny Leslie flung her little '■etochet
cap into the air, aud caught it again
with the dexterity of a sliglit-of-hand
performer.
Max Lynfield, who was sitting on the
low stone stile that separated the well-
kept grounds of tho Grange from the
weedy wilderness of the Leslie estate,
with a gun balanced on bis shoulder,
and a game-bag slung over his back, nod
ded emphatically.
‘ ‘All the scientific lights of the conven
tion are to be invited,” said he. “Spec
tacles and baldheads will be at a premi
um. Don’t you wish you were a learned
old fudge—eh ; Fan? Of course, your
governor is to be invited. Don’t he
know the most about Egyptology, and
ancient Roman letterings, of any old gen
tleman in the land? Isn’t Professor Tol-
mainc especially anxious to make his ac
quaintance? Aud isn’t Doctor Lebrun
going to bring, in his waistcoat pocket,
a slab of stone chipped off from the nose
of some Assyrian statue or other for him
to identify? What are you looking so
sober about? Jealous because you can’t
make out the company, eh? I’m sorry
for you, Fanny; but you had no business
to be a woman. ”
“It isn’t that,” said Fanny, with ludi
crous solemnity. “What day is.the din
ner to be, Max?”
The seventeenth. Just two weeks
from to-day. But I say, Fan, what are
you in such a hurry for?”
•It’s almost sundown,” said 3Iiss Les
lie, gathering her scarf about her should
ers in a hurried way. “And I have
waisted ever so much time here alrendy.
Good-by, 3tax!”
“Yes; but I say, Fuuny—”
The only response to his appeal was
the light, quick sound of the girl’s foot
steps, as she flitted away over the carpet
of autumn leaves that covered the path,
into the yellow mist of the October after
noon.
“What a pretty girl that is!” Max Lyn
field murmured to himself. “Her eyes are
exactly the color of a hazelnut, and she has
got the sweetest little sugar-plum of a
mouth that I ever beheld! But I don’t
see why she need be in such a huny.”
And he disconsolately picked up the
game-bag which he had unbuckled from
liis shoulder, and strode away, whistling.
Meanwhile, Fanny Leslie had . sped
to the drear}-, old-fashioned stone house,
blotched with mildew and full of a spec
tral silence, where old Mr. Leslie sat,
spectacled and absorbed, among his
books, and Alma, the eldest daughter,
was in the kitchen making a damson pud
ding for dinner.
She looked up os Fanny came flying in.
“I thought you never were coming,
Fan,” said she. “Did you bring tbo
powdered sugar?”
“Here it is.” Fanny flung a little pa
per on the table. “But oh, Alma! the
dinner-party at the Grange is to bo on
the seventeenth, and papa is to be one of
the invited guests!”
Alma Leslie paused in her task of
sprinkling snowy sugar over the crushed,
purple damsons in the plate.
“Oh, Fanny!” said she. . “But of
course he can’t go. He has no coat fit to
ba seen at a dinner-party in Colonel Lyn-
field’s house.”
“Alma, be must go!”
“How can he, Fanny?”
“It will be sucli a treat for him, Alma,
to meet those scientific gentlemen, and
get a glimpse of the world he has so long
left behind him,” pleaded Fanny. “We
must manage it somehow!”
Alma knitted her black brows together.
“How much money is there in the
drawer, Fan?” she asked, abruptly.
“Idon’t quite know—fifteen dollars, I
think.”
“All this proves the impossibility of
our fine dinner-party, Fan,” said Alma,
shrugging her shoulders. “Fifteen dol
lars would just about purchase the cloth
for a new coat.”
Fanny looked gravely at her sister.
“Well,” said she, “that is all I want,
give me the cloth, and I’ll make the
coat.”
“What nonsense, Fanny !”
“It isn’t nonsense at all.”
“You make n broadcloth coat!”
“Why shouldn't I? Didn’t I make a
cloth ulster for myself, and make it nice,
too?”
“But you are not a tailor!”
“I’ll be a tailorcss, which is j st as
good.” '
“You have'no pattern, "Fan. I*
“lean rip papa’s old coat apart and
get the pattern from that, Alma. Where
is it? Is he wearing it now?”
“He has got on that old-dressing-gown
of his," said Alma.
get the coat—that’s a dear—
“while I go down to the store and.buy jaeV’J
the broadcloth. We haven’t a second of
time to loose.”
The next two days were days of cut
ting, stitching, pressing, calculating, in
the big, sunny south room which the
Leslie girls called their boudoir.
Old Mr. Leslie sat among his dusty
tomes and ponderous dictionaries, with a
pencil back of each ear and a pen in
his hand, making notes and scribbling
off paragraphs, all unconscious of what,
was going on around him.
“If I’m to be at that dinner-party of
savantshe said to-Alina, “I must seftile
this question as to the authenticity of the
Eudeic monograph.”
“Certainly, papa,’’ said Alma, iu.au
abstracted way, as she hemmed a-new
black silk cravat, and pondered as to the
practicability of new gloves, and wll leth-
er her father could be induced to wear
them if they were bought.
“Papa,” said Funny, the evening be
fore the eventful day, “we want you to
try on your coat to-night.”
“To try on my coat!” vaguely *epeab-
ed tho philosopher. “What coatf wbat
fori”
Oh, just to see if it’s all right!” said
Fanny, not without a little qualm of ter
ror lest )jer father should discovor the
pious fraud and object to wear home
made garments.
Absently, Mr. Leslie rose up, divested
himself of his faded dressing gou/n, and
put on the new coat.
Alma and Fanny viewed him wiith crit
ical eyes, aud exchanged glances of satis
faction at each other.
“Does it feel quite comfortable, papa?’’
said Alnra.
“Very nice, my dear—.very nice,” said
the philosopher. “Really I didn't know
that old coat looked so nice. Take it
away, daughter, and brush it thoroughly,
and have it ready for me to-morrow,
with a fresh necktie and a clean pocket-
handkerchief.”
And once more he plunged into the
depths of the Eudeic monograph ques
tion.
“Fanny,” raid Alma, in a low voice,
“it’s a success!”
“Alma,” responded Funny," in the
same tone, “I knew that it would be!”
Mr. Leslie went to the dinner-party at
Lynfield Grange, and astonished several
dozen other old gentlemen by the depth
of bis wisdom aud the pxofundity of his
learning, and nobody discovered that the
homemade eoat was not the chief d'euvre
of a New York clothier.
But Fanny Leslie was not -destined fo
hear the last of the coat. Miss Helena
St. Jacquin, who had chanced to surprise
them in the task, whisperod it mysterious
ly to her dearest friend Mrs. Emerson
Fielding. And every one knew, pres
ently, that the Leslie girls had turned
tailorcsses and taken in work by the day.
“It was Fanny,” said Miss St. Jueqiuin.
“I saw her myself, pressing out the seams
of a coat with a prodigious smoothing-
iron—a man’s coat! They tried to shuf
fle it out of sight as soon as possible, but
they weren’t quick enough for me!”
“Well,” said Max Lynfield carelessly,
“why shouldn’t they sew men’s coats as
well a3 woman’s worsted work?”
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty ’.ittle nose.
“I’m afraid,” said she, “we shall have
to leave the Leslie girls off our list for the
charade-parties next winter.”
Max Lynfield rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
“Then you may leave mi off, too!”
said he, and stalked out of the room.
He went straight to the old stone-
house. Fanny was in the garden, gath
ering chrysantheums — great white-
fringed beauties, aud buds that were like
balls of gold, and little briok-red blos
soms full of a strange aromatic fragrance
like Eastern spices.
“Fan,” said he, “if you had wanted
money, you ought have come to me.
Haven’t we been friends long enough to
induce you to put any confidence in me?”
Fanny looked at him in serene surprise.
“But, Max,” said she, “we don’t want
money—no more than usual, that is to
say. Everybody wants money, I sup
pose.”
And she clipped off a stem of rich ma
roon flowers, and laid it lovingly among
the rest of her floral trophies,
Honest Max, who had no idea of di
plomacy, plunged headlong into the sub
ject.
“Then,” said he, “what’s all this story
about your taking in tailor-work?”
“About my taking in tailor-work?”
“Yes. 3Iiss St. Jacquin saw you
working at it.”
“Did she?” Fanny’s cheeks flamed
scarlet. “Miss St. Jacquin had better
have been attending to her own business.
But since she has toid you half a story,
I may as well supply the other half. I
am sure it is no secret.”
And she told Jlax Lynfield the whole
of the simple tale.
“Fan, you're a trump!” said ho. “And
you really made that coat yourself V'
“I really made that coat myself—with
a little help from Alma!” proudly spoke
Fanny.
-% “/.should like a daughter like you—
that is to say, when I develop into an old
gentleman of scientific tastes,” said ifax.
“Oh, you’ll never develop into a scien
tist,’* said Fanny. “You area deal too
activ* and wideawake. You’re not half
wise •nougb.”
At this Jlax’s honest countenance fell.
“I knew it,” said -he sorrowfully.
“ You despise me. You think I am a
dunce."
Fanny dropped all her flowers, in her
consternation.
“Oh, Max,” she cried, “I don’t de
spise you at all. I like you 1”
“That isn’t the question,” said Max,
“ Maxi”
1 'Fanny! No—stay here 1” porting him-
sel'4 with lightning rapidity, in tbo door-
w *y. “Unless you jump down i-jie ter-
r ice, you can’t get away from me. ■ And
I.bn determined to have an answer,” '
He had the answer. And the answer
was “Yes.”
It is very seldom, you see, that a thor
oughly determined young man allows
himself to be baffled.
Mrs. Fielding, the pretty widow, was
deeply annoyed; Miss St. Jacquin raved.
“But, you see,” Mr. Lynfield after
ward said, “I never should have known
how much I cared for Fan, if I hadn’t
heard those spiteful cats criticising her."
And Mr. Leslie wore the selfsame coat
to his daughter’s wedding.
But, to the end of his learned and
scientific life, be never knew who made it.
Savants are not wise in the osffinary
events of everyday life.—Helen Forrest
Graves.
- Lucky Men Who Get Rich,
* ‘Some men do have luck in this world,
for a fact,” said a secdy-looking individ
ual who had taken a fiftoen-cent lunch
on State street, near Harrison, and who
now stood in front of the Palmer House
manipulating his tooth-pick, “but I ain’t
one of them.
“In my time I have invested many a
good thousand dollars in mining stocks
and never made a hit yet. A hit was
what I needed to make about as bad as
anybody ever needed it, but I couldn’t
make one.
“Now just look at 3Iarshall Field. He
hasn’t been suffering for a dollar for a
good while. Yet a few years ago, in
settling with a country merchant, he was
induced to take $300 worth of stock in
tho Chrysolite mine.
“He didn’t want to take the stock and
offered to make a big discount for cash,
but the country merchant was hard up
aud so the dicker was made.
“Field took tho stock, put it away iu
his safe, and iu seven years has drawn
$30,'000 iu dividends.
‘ ‘-I’ve heard, too, though I don’t know
how true it is, that about all the money
ba ever invested in mining property was
bis profits from this first venture.
“He lias a most invariably been lucky,
dad sera' _
for each one
fca^l^to 8 j beserredin onr tarn. God
J^f* 7 ordsred 331 the suits of clothes
i I 71 6Ter Wear down, to the last one ia
j winch you wiU be laid out. God has
i Jlready ordered all tbs food you will ever oat,
j down to tiie last crumb that will be put into
. i J&j® mouth ia the dying; sacranl9nt. I do
I £ ot dinars give ,u3 jiist what we
. J .. . j would Jam. A parent must decide for A child.
» T» ■ raveiis brohght Him child might say: “O, give me sugar an!
and Hi ora in g, and bread ! con ^ e ction.3, and nothing else.” The parent
" t riwm, j: ! would sav- <( 0. thnt vimnMn’f to good ; that
the black servants of the
SKY.
fl figshih the faornfag, and bread conf ootion3, and nothing’ else.”
to toe evening.’’—1 Kings, xvii., 0 j would »y: "O, that wouldn't be 6WU .
ornithology of the Bible is a most In i wool T, t be well, for you. You must taki
resting study^The stork to the “e a ^M ! P^nef first.” The ehthTmigh
irhich knoweth her anDoiuterl Mm* ” a rJif ! : G>ve me nothing but great blot lies o;
common sparro ws,
tTOyidenee. The
igh|
-tivo of the"Divine I ia Kartnente." <r ‘0,” the parent
. — ——*,08 of the desert bv I ?T 0 . that wouldn’t be appropriate;
<**£!•» mctSbatiori-reminding one of ’the that wouidn t bo beautiful.” The parent de-
rjekyssnaja of gome parents fa regard to , / de3 f ? r th® , c! l ild . is f* 5 * for hi 1 ? to
their children. The eagle, suggesting the what is best for him to Wear. Ndw,
riches that take wings and fly away. The r°i, fa 0U C father, and Wo are minors of the
pelican, emblemizing solitude. The bat. a tymily, and ho is going to feed lis hud clothe
finkeof the darkness. The night-hawk the ? 3 l altaough he may not always gratify fair
osslfrage, the cuchoo, the iapwin- ’ the ! lt,rantde wishes for sweets and glitter. Those
os P re y.,py God’s cohimand in Leviticiis’flung I r P T0n3 did n °t bring pomegranates from the
out of the World’s bill of fare. I wish I cotol ElIv6r platter ot King Wb tor Elijah. Thov
tw with Andnbon as ho went through ' - '
and pencil, brin-ing
skotehmgtho fowls of hen von, hi!
nf i “*“6 *eemea Utto songs
of heaven letloose and bursting through the
i a4 theih feathei-s, which
a ”? conveyance at the
same time. Consider the nine vertebrae e£
the neck, considor the fact .tha* cachbird
has to each eye three ayeWfe, the third eyelet
A curtain for emdiiatiiicr
Drought bread and meat; th9 very host thing,
tho very best food. Elijah was going to have
a hard time, and God wanted him to be
stout ana strong, and he gives him stout
rood They. did not bring duke or
pie or custard, but bread and meat, sub
stantial diet. And God .is going to supply
us. He does not promise Us 1 the luxuries
which somefchhes.kili tbs body; tint h* prdrn-*
i*es»*s fbod, aiid you have ” a right to take
courage, God has no hard times in Hi3 his-
tory. His ships never break on tho rocks.
i. Circainstanco3 mpifc
out most auspicious. It
its wings and feather3
arid chestnut. It will be
is where wri rill make a I
___ lit is, in regard to the color I
.’ovidences. A white providence j
conies to 1J13. We say: “That is a mercy.” f
A black r •roridence comes to us. and we say;
“0, that is a disaster.” providence
toasts to.us^’ ’ ‘
pleril
Forglre!
Forgive the hand that harshly strike*
In anger's reckless mood,
Perhaps the heart behind it mourns
Tho action hot and rude;
And though the insult sends the blood
Indignant to the face,
Its pardon to the.injured brings
No sorrow or disgrace.
| Forgive the tongue whose hasty words
Like flaming arrows burn,
Behind it, too, a heart may sigh,
And for forbearanoo yearn;
Since there is none of human kind
That doth not sometimes need
An ill-used neighbor s clemency
For grievous word or deed.
a curtain for grhdriatiiig the light of the day. H,s banks never fail. He not only has the
.v®?” lrds scavengers anti some of food, but Hehas themodeof conveyance; not
Drc ae<itra. ^ Thank God for quaila’ on, y to® bread, but the ravens; ami it in
wmstle and larks carol; and the twitter of ° rd9 f 40 satisfy you ic were necessary, God
ir®, WT 5 n ’ by the ancients culled tho king of would send out of the heavens a great flo-h
buffs, because when the fowlsof heaven went of rare -
toto a contest as to which could fly the high-
est and the eagle swung unt 3 — b
wren on the back of the eagle «
HKSi ai }$ & ° f? 3 , caUed th ° 01 okras.
Consider those birds that have golden crowns
that the food could be flung down t-be sky
_ under the sui£ a L-ora beak to beak and from talon to talorv
the eagle sjyrung up still
. _ ‘Though troubles asFail and dangers afl’right,
mg of birds. Though treasures all fail, and foes all unite.
Yet one thing assures usj whatever betide,
Derials ° a . r ? feather im- Tho Scripture assures us the Lord will pro-
JF ea f 4h » humming-bird serenade vide.”
belted king-flsherstrilfing'iito dart°from s”v I Notice also, in regard to those winged
to water. 8 Hear tto vomo of tho owlTvin ? 1 caterers these black servants of tho sky, 2nd
the keynote to all croakers. Look nt tl?« ) n : ' e £ ai 'd to this whole question brought be-
dor amid the Aid^ bMtlto'-downtbereio fOTe u8 ’ that notfaag Uld Eltjah^ouhl
deer, when, its eves destroyed thenoorcraa- PP aB a surpliii rne rayen did not bring
tore goes tumbling over the rocks icanoot 5?c«sh one morning to last a month, they
tell whether aquai iam or aViary is the best dld ? c t bring enough one morning to last
altar from which to woratopGod Butin , ? utU , tha ,P 0It “orning They brought
my text there is an instance that baffles all i enough.mthe.morning to last until tho evn
theornithologicol wonder. “ ** " ~
praiu crop had been cut
toe mouth by the^rao^Chrnth ; ';P the m.otofag. and bread and ilesh tohim
waiting for something *to cat Vft' \ ia ‘he evening.” toother words, they brought
didn’t be go out to the neigh tori! There J”* 4 enough. Oh I wish we could all learn that
were no neighbors, it *as a wiidorno™ Iess O”-. You know the great straggle of tho
Why didn’t ha go out and pick bertfert i world ‘ 3 / or a surplus. It. is not merely
.There were no berries and if the™ Wl he,n I enough for this week, or this yertr, but it is
*hey would haveSrdriodunbythe’ ! £? r flV.J**™:It b.for a lifetime, ton have
drought. On© morning this man c^God i $oro faith m the Isossau Bank, the Fulton
very nodf 1 hopes of Heaven
are bright. black Providence
that saved was tas white Prorf.
dence tku/t destroyed yoil. It was
the Providence so full of harshness and dis
sonance that brought tho greatest m&rcy to
your a »nl. It was a raven; it was a rnVCJt-
A chlM Is born in your house. Your friendi
send the'r congratulations. The elder chil
dren si aud wjth amazed look at the now-
comer and ask mdav rju^tions genealogical
and chr onologicaL Great brighntosS in that
jiouso. That little orie has its tvvo feet planted
in the v-fery cantr§ df ydur affection,and with !
its two! bonds it takes hold of yoilt 4 Vety soril;
but on« of the three scourges of children;
scarlet! fever, or croup, or diphtheria, blasts
ail taalfc scene. Tue chattering, the strange
querfchpntf. tfae pulling at your dress as von
rOoni; eHl " ' '
/.003, overy-
rair. And
ty my daily
fropriate, because
r for a hundred
donee Cornos, and
that investment
is r addel to mis
sis gone, and
vow you look
?broayM j 2’b° u sk, hate should follow, hard and closs
* 1 With every cruel wrong,
This thought will always cheer the soul—
Itvaunot bo for long;
While on an easier bed he lies,
Who from revenge is free,
Who says, “My heart forgives them all
As God forgiveth me!”
crosS d the
As (tho great
comes/ to the
down /and put* His
ono aijid folds it
that has ceased,
fried 1 of children •
cradle and stoops <
,rms around your little :
is h:art and walks away
and has probably made more money out and another
of silver mines on a smaller investment ^ bavmg dlschar ;
than any other man iu Chicago. A rich
man for luck every time.”—Chicago
Herald.
only partridges
which to bring wiiMt
“ o nearer, ho finds theyare iiorcomertible' I ? owu a . tt8r breakfast and say: “I dou t
unclean, and their eating would bo spirit-
aal death. Tho length of their wings, the
•trcogth of their beak, tho blackness of their
color, the loud, liarsh “cruck oruclc 1 * of Hioit* • .... — -—«—-r — , —-- ~—
• voice prove tiem to be ravens They fly chamber door. “Only this and nothing more,”
, around the prophet’s head, round and round : bufc Ml J ah ' 8 two , ravens, the Lord’s two
and then on a —• _ . . » ! ravens, the ona brin»fn<r hrAnri th<% nt.w
level of bis lip,
come nearer, hcTfmds theyaro not wmeltibll \ a , ft8r breakfast and say:
but unclean, and their Mtincr wrmVi *here the next meal 13 to coino from;”
but go out, lookup into tho sky, and you
will »ee two raveno, not liko the insano
raven of Edgar A Poe, alighting on bis
eu brings tha meat,
barged their tiny cargo, thsir
having
b1 away ^
until the prophet is satisfied kud"theso ijliTck
_ u | resources! When tile city of Rochelle v
wheel away aud other flecks ol" ravens'conia bstieged. and the inuabitanis were dying of | times we calinot understand them. They
* ' ' ' famine, history tells us that he saw washed j come this morning; they alight cn the plat-
fnrm • t.TnxV n'icrJlt. mi tlm a-1 ~e\e* rtf fhn rrri l !.1».
into the bower of everlasting summer, your .
eyes Ijollow and follow,-and you ka ;p looking i
that may; ami wiion once* you thought of l
Head efi cirfcq a weSk, now yon think o f it all
the time, and you are purer dad more tender
tbao^'oii used-to be, anil you are waiting for
■•to break. Oh, how changed! You !
ter man than you were before that
[s; you are a hotter woman. It 13 not j
-icdl for you to sav it: you are bettsr. 1
brought that blessing? It w.13 trouble ;
_’.ast its shadow oa your heart; trouble i
theft cast its shadow on a short grave, and '
trouble that cast its shadow on vonr homo— j
biu.yk-~wm.rad trouble. It was a raven: it was 1
a r> ven. Dear Lord, teach my people that it
Is foot the. dark Providence that is so J
des tructive as till whito Providence, and
that “whom tho Lord loveth He chastonatb,
and scourgoih every one whom He reciiv-
cU.;” and that when trouble comes, it is not
because God has a gruige against you. but
bolcause he love 1 you and wants to bring you
Sparer to Him, and lift you up to higher ra-
dilation and cn grander platform. Oh, chil*
dren of God, get out of your despondencies;
filing your sorrows to the winds. God never
had so many ravens as He has now. Some
times. perhaps, under the cares of life you
tool like mjr !i;tle child of four years, who
qnder a childish per ilexity said ons day: “I
J ’isli I could go to Heaven and sos God and
iclc flowers.” Ah! my dear, at the right
time you wiii go un i pick tho flowers. Until
that time, pray. I suppose Elijah prayed
till tho time. Tremendous work ahead of him,
-tremendous work behind him. And what you
want ask for! I put it in the boldest shape,
and I risk my eternity on the truth of it, j
when I say, as’i of God in the right way for
wbat you want aud yon will get it—if its
Best for you. O, the mercies of God I Ko ne-
HUMOKOUS.
Firm friends—Partners.
Telephone is feminine—it talks back.
Drawing instruments—Mustard plas
ters.
Epitath for a cannibal: “One whs
loves his fellow men.”
Curious transformation—When a hoi’s*
is turned into a pasture.
. “’Ve meet but to part,’ as the brush
in the dude’s hand said to the comb.
Wc should think a shad would b«
pretty confident of a thing when it feels
it in its bones.
Shakespeare somewhere uses the term
“a mad wag.” He probably referred to
the tail of a mad dog.
You might as well try to squelch aa ;
Irishman’s Jove of country as undertake
to convince a young mother that her baby
is not “forward for its age.”
There was a wedding breakfast. The
groom to the little girl—“You have a
new brother, now, you L-now.” “Yeth,”
responded the little one, “ma seth it
ivuth Lottie’s lasth chance, so she had
better take it/’ The rest of the little one’s
talk was drowned iu a clatter of knives
and forks.
lie Got His Customer.
The following story is told of an enter
prising New-York jobber; Tho merchant
iu question, having heard of the arrival
of a country trader who was known to he
a large purchaser and of unquestionable
credit, was resolved to get him to visit
The Hog’s Importance.
The hog is not only of importance at
home, but is beginning to make a re-
spcetable showing in our exports, al
though Bismarck is doing what he canto
w.p him out of Germany. Meanwhile,
jjervaiffs”of^tto wiMernSs tabteare’gone! j V™ne^Wo^nndasnere? I We ^ I"?'™* ‘“T °"
£? —- £“• : ST graded, Goifas j ^ig^ 7 tooffrem G^aUyo^-ffi h Tf*
bountiful. In 1555, to England, there was I RavensTravens! MraPlUiy, aweUknowm i the Mosaic.iaw which prohjS
woman in Chicago, was left her ! use lls
sounded for six months, and
some say for twelve months, calling the
prophet up to get his food, while these raven.,
flung the sounds on the air; “Cruck, crack,
cruck.” Guess where they got the food
from. Some say that they got it from the
kitchen of King Ahab. Some say that they
got It from Obadiah. Some say that these
ravens brought the food to their young in
the nests in the tree tops, and Elijah had
only to climb up and get it. Some say the
whole story is improbable, and that this
flesh must have been tlie torn flesh of living
animals, and therefore unclean,or it was car-
great drought, and in Essex among the rocks
where there has been nothing planted and
nothing cultured, history tells Us there came
tip a. gre&t crop of peas, enough to fill a hun
dred measures, ana there vrere enough blos-
somingvines promising a? much more. Oh,
God is good, God is gracious. If people would
only trust him. I need not go so far. I could'
go to this audience and find 500 instances
this morning in your family histories, illus
trating that God * ”
takes care ot His dear
children. The morning 1 left home to earn
my own livelihood, my father sat oa
tho front seat, and I sat on the back
seat, and I felt sad on leaving home, and my
father had a way of improving circum
stances, and he said to me: “Do Witt, I am
husband * a widow with
dollar and a cottage. She v
and had a mother ninety ye:
care of. Iz was marvQ,'
got of God, in the
everything she is.'
tho 1 *
used
fro*J
his establishment, and, once there, he
felt sure he could secure him as a custom- 1 **y that the word in my text translated
er. He accordingly sent out one of hi, ' A*
drummers, of whom he had quite a num- riaadi^^Aiid the Arabs brought bread and
her, adapted to every taste and disposi- ; flesh ti
tion. The one sent, however, returned admit the Bible to be true. Hew away at _ - . „. ■ .. , _
’ : this miracle until all the miracle is gone- : Y a3 j sp3ut ’ God alwa L 3 provided. Ti
i on with your work of depleting: but, my I ,, ,£ ou wU1 riorer want an :
brother, know that you rob only one man, thiiig. Wi
and that is yourself, of one of the most beau-
**™l. comforttog, blessed, triumphant lessons
of all the ages. I ran tell you who these
purveyors Were. They were ravens. I
can tell you who freighted them with.
E revisions. God. I can tell you who
mnehed them. God. I can tell you who
told them which way to fly. God. I can
tell -you who told them at what cavo to ,
swoop. God. I can tell you Who it was that '
Introduced raven to prophet, and prophet to I
A Correct Map..
“How far is it from the new capitol to
the Colorado river?” asked Hostetter Mc
Ginnis of Gus De Smith.
According to the city map it is a mile,
but I think it is much longer. I’ve
walked it, and it took me longer than it
should take to walk a mile.”
“That discrepancy is easily explained.
The city map doesn’t go out of its way
to take drinkB at all the saloons between
the two places. It .isn’t that kind of a
map.”—Siftings.
without success. No. 2 was dispatched,
with no better result, and again No. 3,
and so on until all had gone and come
back without their man. Tho merchant
now determined to go himself, and find
ing that brandy and water and free tick
ets to the theatre were of no avail, for
the country trader did not take one or
go to the other, he was reduced to the
necessity of employing a ruse, which, as
the sequel shews, was simple as well-as
effcctnal. On taking his departure after
a pleasant interview the merchant took
care to commit the “mistake” of taking
the trader’s hat instead of his own. Next iua ravens
morning, as was expected, the merchant i P ijah ’, 1)0 P° the dove of God s spirit -
• ? . ... , . I iwoopdown the sky, and with outomn
received a prompt visit at his store from wing, pause at the lip of every sou] hung,,
the country trador, who came to look up i E°/ co! ?/ ort - ban J s ot whafc riv61
, , , . , ,’ , , , , P have the great battles of the world beeT
the bat which he supposed had been . fought? While you are examining the map
hurridly exchanged. This was what the ot the world to answer that, I will toll you,
merchant wanted, aud through this j
means sold a good bill of goods and se- f? n > oa ™e Mississippi, on the Kennebec, on
cured a regular customer.-Dry Goods | 8 ‘M*
Chronicle. Hoangho. It is a battle of six thousai ^
— wmaam^. ' J rears - Eleven hundred million troops i
engaged, and the number of the fallen
A Penny Fraud* vaster than the number of those who marc'
Tn tfcn vaor i<3HA e It is the battle for bread, fcentimentalisl
in the > car 1864 there were very few' seated in arm-chair in pictured study, wf
pence coined at the mint, says an Enulish ®j i PP ered , f0et on damask ottoman, toll us
. nugusu this world is a great scene of avarice and
paper. This arose simply from the fact J -
that there was little or no demand for
them. A short time ago this fact seems
to have dawned upon some ingenius per
sons supposed to be the flower-sellers
round the Bank of England. It is cer
tain that the subsequent “bullying the
market” commenced with them. The
story became circulated that through ac
cident cr oversight a quantity of gold
had become mixed with the bronze used
for coining, and that this had been made
into pence, iu that year. Those in the
fraud—for fraud it was—eagerly offered
twopence apiece for as raauy 1804 pen
nies as they could obtain.' The story got
abroad. Everybody endeavored to <ret thine to tax. With the vast ma jo:
.h»
rapidly sold their pennies at three and j Mill Ipav my rent? how shall I „
four times their value. The fact that I
there are comparatively few ponce of i tion of that question, the happiest
that year in circulation materially assist- I _ p - r !^ e ‘> '
ed the deception, aud the “speculators”
did a good trade. It is perhaps needless
to say that there is not an iota of truth
iu the story of the gold.