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A UDERS0N & WALLIS, Proprietors
A Quarrel,
Jbero'a a knowing little provsi-b,
from the sunny land of Spain;
[Jin [ Northland, meaning clear as i" and Southland, plain.
j3 its
Lock it up within your heart.
1 Neither lose nor lend it—
tt y ff o it takes to niato a quarrel;
Ono can always end it.
itj it well in every way,
Still you'll find it true.
Jn a fight without a foe,
Pmy what could you do ?
If the wrath is yours alone,
Soon you will expend it.
Two it takes to make ft quarrel;
One can always end it.
Lei’s suppose that bolh are wroth,
And the strife begun,
jf one voice shall cry for “Peace,
Soon it will be done;
If but one shall span the breach,
He will quickly mend it.
Two it takes to mnke a quarrel;
One enu always ond it.
■Mary E. Van Vyke in Young People.
BROUGHT TO LIFE.
STORY OF OLD PLANTATION DAYS
IN A CREOLE COLONY.
■Fifty dollars a month is not much
la Irtnight salary, but I had arrived only a
before, and had no acquaint
Ices in the country; therefore I could
lit presume to ask for better terms.
Ir two pupils, M. liabut assured me,
[ere very well-behaved children; the
Erl was just fifteen, already a young
Ljy, and the ten-year boy was equally
brat study. After all I was only re
■uired to give five hours a day to
leaching; the rest of my time was al
bgether my own, to be devoted either
k work or sleep, as I pleased.
I “And remember,” he said “your pa
lilion is at such a distance from the
Lraily residence that you chn feel per¬
fectly at home there and perfectly
uiet. Of course everybody will treat
fou with the consideration due to
;our position in the household. oid J'op
rill observe that my poor infotfieifls
lead is a little weak, but she is the
;indest of souls.”
I accepted the situation.
Ombrevilie is situated on the
■leights of Moka. The mule itself
■walked quite cautiously up the ascents,
■'nd as r was cafefiu to keep the anl
■URU St a WHia uu ciio Oem-ciila also, 1
■came to the conclusion that I might
■just as well walk. I got down.
■Without troubling himself ’ further
■about my wishes, my black who guid
led the vehicle soon begun to urge his
I animal rapidly along the road, which
[made I long steep a sharp slope. turn at the bottom of a
When I reached the
I turn both vehicle and negro had disap¬
peared. I was ail alone, I reckoned
that there was scarcely another league
I to travel, and as it was not quite sev¬
en o’clock, I would be able to be in
time for breakfast.
It was in April. A threatening
Btorm had been growling all the day
before on the other side of Le Ponce
summit; on either side of the road the
trees drenched in torrential rain, shook
down showers of water from the leaves
with every breath of wind; the water
of the ditches to right and left ran
with a loud murmur under the shadow
of the high grass; the air was fresh
and all impregnated with sweet smells;
the sun still hung at the edge of the
forest curtain; it was a delight to
walk. From the bottom of my heart
I thanked the intelligent black who
had imposed this pleasure upon me,
and I continued on my way.
As I walked on I began to dream,
''bat future did this new land hold
' D reserv e for me? I had not come to
lt with aD J idea of making fortune
a
-(although a young man of twenty
fiv e. I had acquired enough
common
sense to save me from such allusions)
—but only to earn a good living, ami
a ! by enough to enable me, when an
man, to return to France and sleep
at last under the shadow of ray own
village spire.
I had Meanwhile, after half-an-hour walk,
reached a point at which three
different roads forked off from the
wain one. One of them, I knew must
ead to Ombrevilie—but which? I
Evoked the Triple Hecate, aat down
,lpon a r °ck, and waited.
A negro passing on the run, pointed
° at t0 rae which road to taka Soon I
cau ght sight of the lofty chimney of
6 su g ar -mili then the house itself,
—
, buried
i a thick grove of mango
tre es, and, as I feared being late, I
quickened my step. Under the veran
dak, already crowded, I saw people
rushing back and forward—running,
and n 0 one noticed me as I ascended
* front steps except a big fat n egress
touching at the entrance, who sobbed
* a d cried with renewed despair at my
coming. There was on the sofa at
'dl length, lay a young girl—almost a
child . jj er bright hair, all
Reaming *ck of the with water, fell over the
sofa, and had dripped up¬
on the verandah until a little pool had
formed upon the flags. She waB whit¬
er than a piece of marble; the violets
of death were on her compressed lips;
4
®he Comnoton Star.
her lifeless arms lay rigidly straight
by her side, and M. Rabut, on his
knees beside her, was kissing one of
her hands.
'Drowned, my dear sir, she got
drowned,” said a good old lady of about
sixty years of age, who came to me,
holding out her hand in the friendliest
manner imaginable, But you have
walked here,” she continued; “you
must be tired. Of course you will
take something? Myrtil !”
“Mamma 1 oh, mamma!” exclaimed
M. Rabut, raising his head. 'You
see, #» ho said to with sob,
me, a you
see she was out bathing; the river sud¬
denly rose, and-”
His bead fell forward again over
the little white hand, to which his
lips clung.
“Myrtil ! Myrtil !” again cried the
good lady, “bring a glass Of Madeira
to the gentleman. Or perhaps you
would prefer someshing else?”
I questioned the family. The girl
had not been twenty minutes under
water. And yet they had done noth¬
ing-bad not even tried to do any¬
thing.
I gave my orders briefly—they were
obeyed.
They had laid her on her back. I
lifted her head so that it leaned side
way on the left. Her teeth were
clenched. How cold Her lips seemed
when I pressed my own upon them i
The poor father, senseless with grief,
allowed us to do as we thought best,
and the grandmother walked
to and fro, busy, fussy, always calling
Myrtil, and declaring “the breakfast
will never be ready, and here are all
the people coming !”
And a carriage in fact suddenly
drew up before the front door steps,
Two young girls descended with a
hapqi feviit’ho#*a#tKqjr buiBt of laughter. I can'see
the 3 eto&l stofylH!; therew
%nas r*- T i™ twined out , and each others^ waist; ith
aoc
and eyes big with terror—silent and
motionless.
Half an hour had passed. What !
was not tiiat a flush we saw, mounting
to tiie. colorless eh eel*. Oh! how fer¬
vent a prayer I uttered that moment
to the good God! And it seemed to
mo *ne arm ,i held vhad* uecomo less
rigid.
At that moment a horseman came
up at full gallop.
« Myrtil! Myrtil!—take the doctor’s
horse to the stable!” cried the good
lady, descending the steps to meet the
physician. “Ah, doctor, I knew it !—
your powder could notr do me any good.
The whole night, doctor, I was in pain
Ah ! how badly I slept!”
The doctor came directly to us.
“Good ! young man !—very good in¬
deed ! That is just what should have
been done.
“Come, come!” he cried in a joyous
tone, after a few moments had passed.
•We are all right now—we shall get
off with nothing worse than a fright!
Why you old coward, have I not al¬
ready told you so. Here ! let me see
a happier face on you ! And he gave
M. Rabut a vigorous slap on the
shoulder.
Then suddenly turning to me, he
asked;
“But you—where are you from! 1
don’t remember ever seeing you here
before.
■1 came from Brittany, doctor, by
way of Paris and Port-Louis.
■ Look l—look !”—he bad already
turned his back upon me “she is
opening her eyes!”
M. Rabut involuntarily seized my
hand, and dragged me to the sofa.
She opened her eyes. They were
blue-^-the eyes Lai ways liked best.
“Helerie! my own Helene!” mur
mured the poor father, stooping to
kiss her forehead.
“Gentle ! you]” exclaimed the doc¬
tor, pulling him back, Let her have
air, if you please?” without let
M. Rabut drew back,
ting go my hand.
Myrtil returned from the stable.
“Myrtil ! Myrtil !—well, how about
that breakfast? Is it going to be
ready to-day, or to-morrow ?”
• * ilafoi ! I’m ready for it!” cried
the doctor. “That gallop gave me a
ferocious appetite. Madeira
“Why, Myrtil!—serve the
to those gentlemen !”
This time Myrtil obeyed.
It four in the afternoon when 1
was
left my pavilion to return to the house.
M. Rabut came to look for me on the
verandah. Come,” he said, “you can
see her now. bei.
He brought me close to her
Her dear blue eyes still had dark cir
cles about them; but the blood was
circulating under the clear akin; for
she blushed at my approach. hadn
This is he, my Helene; if it i
«•
for him” and his voice
been
choked. I am
“Don’t fret any more, papa
only sorry about my locket, Do you
they will ever be able to And it.
think contained her mother
The locket,
hair.
COVINGTON, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1885.
It was barely daylight when I
reached the river. The negro who
had taken her out of the water had
shown me the evening before the pre
cise spot where the current had
ried her car¬
away, and also the place
where he had found her—about fifty
yards further down. It was a long
narrow basin, shut in by great jamro
ses, whose tufted branches met above
and stretched from one bank to the
other. The pale light, flickering
through the leaves, made gleams here
and there upon the water like the re
flection of molten lead; beyond the
darkness was complete; it looked per
fectiy black there.
I dived and brought up three flat
pebbles ! But breakfast would not
be ready until ten o’clock; I had plen¬
ty of time.
By eight o’clock the bottom of the
basin had no mysteries for me. There
was not a single cabot-fish that I had
not disturbed beneath his cock—not a
single camaron that I had not com¬
pelled to crawl backward into his hole.
But the locket was not there—accord¬
ingly it must be further down, I left
the basin and followed the course of
the stream—interrogating ail the
roots, exploring all the boulders, ques
tioning every tuft of grass. I was
about to pass on, when I saw a little
serpent, like a thin silk string caught
upon the root of a wild strawberry
plant, wriggling in the current. I
seized it—it was the locket!
She would not come down to break¬
fast; but M. Itabut told me she would
certainly come down to dinner. She
was still a little weak, but that was
all.
Man is a selfish creature; the medal
lion remained in my pocket.
While they were laying the table
that# evening I stole softly into the
difing-room. When B*V father lad
tiernapkil?, led her tq he^se^t, sheWunma jwd she bfetf
little
“What is this? Another of your
attempts to spoil me, papa?”
But the astonished look of M. Rabut
must have convinced her more than
hSs denial.
| §he opened the little box.
“My locket! , *, T ketf’she cried,
patlTu^ it fieri m ‘ and Oss&igHt
to Tip
over and over again.''I watched every
kiss—I looked at her out of the cor
ner of my eye. Finally, her eyes met
my own—she understood. But the
little mysterious beauty did not even
say “Thank you.”
And the long and short of it is, dear
sir, that I never gave Helene, who be¬
came my wife, a single lesson.
Ah, yes, parbleu I 1 taught her
how to swim.
The Chinese at Table.
Chinamen consider the stomach the
source of intellectual life, and there¬
fore the fattest man goes for the wisest
one. They affect to believe that for
ei^ners come to China to eat because
they have not enough to’eat at home.
It is considered a mark of refined po¬
liteness to treat a guest or a visitor to
a meal at any time of the day. Only
those Chinamen who have families
take their meals at home; the rest eat
at hotels. They usually have two
substantial meals a day—one an hour
after getting up in the morning, the
other between three and four o’clock
in the afternoon, The well-to-do class
take tlirefe or f< ur meals a day. Often
the father aione eats meal, while the
test of the family have to be satisfied
with rice. Poor families usually get
their meals from street venders, The
well-to-do ones employ cooks, the lat¬
ter getting their degrees and diplomas
like men of science. The Celestials
use no tablecloths, napkins, knives,
f or ks, spoons, dishes, plates or glass
Witve instead of napkins they use
.
packages of thin soft paper, which also
serve them for handkerchiefs. After
using they throw them awa: Each
guest has a saucer, a pair of sticks,
a package of paper The and Chinese a mi||te women cup
with salt saucer.
never dine with the men. Everybody
smokes during the eating of a formal
dinner, and the dinner is crowned by
story or or „ B e„„ „J %T±Z
general interest is „ lsc „«ch
dinners; but a gastronomist who knows
all about the preparing of food re
ceives attention.
A Generous Little Boy,
“Bobby,” said his 'mother, “there
two pieces of cake in the closet
are G;acie. Die
one for you and one fox
on the lower shelf is for you.
one closet and pres¬
° ^ broke for the
entlyre ur J np i 7
''
“You salt , I ■ on the up .
<
shelf was for me, da y • h0
nor
asked of his mot (r.
“No Grmcie’s.
The “Well, piece I’m on TVl’ll I minima * but I
Gracie’s. But i ii tell ten you vou what
ate light shone m
I’ll do,” anti a generous
the clear little boy 3 M
Grade comes home 111 en e her a part
„f mine.”— f^k Tunes.
! CHILDREN'S
GOLD Ilfs
Growing Together.
it merry heart and smiting fact!
Are better far than sunny
A noble life turd forms of graoe,
Liko leaves and flowers, grow well together.
-JV. Pranktin Cnrttr,
The t'nlm Tree,
The palm tree grows very erect,
[ sometimes eighty feet in the air. The
natives celebrate its 360 uses! Did
y° u ever know such a useful tree?
And what is very remarkable, it grows
33 well in the hot and sandy desert as
5t does by the cool springs of Elim.
The weary caravan crossing the desert
rejoices when they see before them a
grove of palms, and they lie down be¬
neath their shade with delight, and
drink of the spring that generally
8 ushe3 from its roots. You know it
l)ears delicious fruit—dates, and the
camels Lad upon the date stones. It
gives us the nice fans, which we con¬
sider a great luxury in warm weather.
There are 1,000 species of this tree.
In cold weather it gives us Are. We
use it to make hats and slippers; it
gives tools and aprons to the work
man > diairs and beds for the weary,
■ ^ £ ives U3 shutters and blinds, and
Iaill P 3 and oil. It makes us books and
P a P er » bows and arrows, lines and
net3 > 3ails and cordage, food and medi
cilies - 11 ma,f es the palanquin ir. which
the eastern traveler is carried—hi 3
goods are packed in bags and baskets
of palm, hi3 dinner is cooked and
served in vessels of palm, and his very
roof is roofed, curtained, and carpeted
w ‘ tdl ^*‘ ve Arab and his camel
the palm and the spring, and they
wish no more. The palm grows from
within, outward. This is th# reverse
| of other trees. The travelers call the
t free and its fountain tlie choicest gift
pf God.~iWif.
Two Sorts of Courapj).
Commodore Garrison was once cap¬
tain of a steamboaf on the Mississippi,
and while selling tickets omfday, hap¬
pened to rouse the ive -of a passionate
0 j d . n)SBi who drew his pistol a^d, pre
sen ting it p,P the narow window, full
in the captain's face," seo^nfl^ime, fired. .The cap
snapped. Be tried a and
again failed. Garrison’s own pistol
lay within reach, but, instead of tak¬
ing it up, he quietly openel a drawer,
took out a box of percussion caps, and
handing it to his would-be murderer,
said;
Take a new cap; yours don’t work
well.”
The furious man stared at him a
moment, then burst into a laugh and
held out his hand.
Another kind of courage is exempli
lied in a story told of a young New
York inventor who, about twenty
years ago, spent every dollar he was
worth in an experiment which, if suc¬
cessful, would introduce his invention
to public notice and insure his fortune
and—what he valued more—his useful
ness.
It failed. The next morning the
daily papers heaped unsparing ridicule
upou him. Hope for the future seemed
vain. He looked around the shabby
room, where his wife, a delicate little
woman was preparing breakfast. He
was without a penny. He seemed like
a fool in his own eyes; all these years
of hard work were wasted. If he
were out of the way, she could return
to her friends. He went into, his
chamber, sat down and buried his face
in his hands, with a desperate resolve
to end it all. Then, with a flery heat
flashing through his body, he stood
erect.
It shall succeed!” he said, shutting
his teeth.
His wife was crying fiver the papers
when he went back.
“They verv cruel, , „ she , said. .,
y are
■
, , , ,
them understand,” he replied cheer¬
fully.
It was a fight for six years,” he
said afterward. “Poverty and sick
ness and contempt followed me. j
had nothing left but the dogged deter¬
mination that it should succeed.”
It did succeed. The invention was
» g"»t - The inventor
is now ii priisperotts am! happy man.
•die sore you re right, he says to
younger men, “then never give up.
The Champion Lazy Boy.
Mrs. Fi?.7.1etop, not being satisfied
with the progress made by her son at
the University of Texas, called on his
teacher.
“Professor, how is my son Johnny
coming on in his studies?” she asked,
anxiously.
-i have great hopes of him, mad
ame , great hopes.” gill
.. F ar „ so to hear that.”
“Yes, madame, he is phenomenally
tev. I don't think I eve, saw . l.v
who was so phenomenally lazy.”
“1 understood you to say that you
...
j thjnk if he eve r be
gins to s - mly he is too toy ever to
AFORTUNE IN OSTRICHES
Description of an Interesting
California Industry.
Sow the Big Birds are Raised, and the
Profit They Bring.
“Hello 1 what are you doing?” was
asked yesterday of an old Cincinnatian
who was on ’Change, but who for sev¬
eral years has been a resident of Low¬
er California.
“Got a new business. Lots of mon¬
ey in it 1 am running an ostrich
farm and have done so well that I’m
thinking of importing a couple of liun
hred more birds from Cape Town.”
“Where’s the money?”
“Why, in the feathers, man. They
retail at several dollars a piece, and
the demand for them is continually in¬
creasing, and will so long as women
possess vanity. »»
“How many feathers will an ostrich
yield ? >»
“That depends. Some of them as
much as fifteen pounds at a clipping;
others not more than three. The long,
white plumes that the ladies all over
the world prize so highly grow on the
ends of the wings of the males. A
good bird in his prime will yield from
twenty to forty of these feathers, be¬
sides a few black feathers from the
wings. The tail feathers are not so val¬
uable or beautiful. The heu yields fine
plumes from her wing tips, and they
are generally spotted and flecked with
gray, and are called feminines. Those
which in the male birds are black are
gray with her. »»
“They are sorted, I suppose?”
“Oh yes, according to their quality
and purity of color. The pure whites
from the wings are called ‘bloods,’ the
next quality ‘prime whites,’ ‘firsts,’
‘seconds’ and so on. ‘Bloods’ bring
from |200 to $250 a pound in the
wholesale market, and then from this
figure run down as low as a few dol¬
lars to the pound.”
“What are the birds worth?”
“A healthy bird a week old is worth
$50; at three months, $75; at six
months, $150. You can begin to pluck
the feathers when the bird is a year
ami tney wm yieiu aboUc $3o worth a
piece. h
« When do you pair them
« Not until they are about five years
old; then each pair yields about eight¬
een to twenty-four eggs each season.
These pairs are kept in inclosures by
themselves, because the males are very
Jealous and they take sudden fits and
fight ferociously, frequently tearing
each other’s eyes out, pulling out
feathers and sometimes breaking
legs.”
“Do they kick hard?”
“Why, a blow from one of their legs
has been known to break a man’s leg,
while the claw, above an inch long, of
the front toe will tear the flesh from
head to foot. The wound from this is
said to be poisonous.”
“How about raising young ostrich
e.s. »»
“That’s done by hatching the eggs
with an incubator. The chicks thrive
and do well. Ostriches pair about the
beginning of March and the female lays
her eggs toward the end of April.
Her nest is a hollow basin that she
scrapes out of the sand. She lays
about two dozen eggs and arranges
them in the nest in the form of a tri¬
angle, with the point in front of her.
Some of the eggs do not get hatched,
and these she breaks to feed to the
young ones that are hatched for the
first few weeks they are out of their
shell. It takes six weeks to hatch the
young birds and in three years they
attain their full size. They live a great
deal together, and it is not uncommon
to see the nest of a large family to
gether, the .. grandfather and , grand- .
mother in the middle and the younger
generations gathered round about,
“What do you feed these young os¬
triches hatched out by the ineuba
tors ? ’
The principal food is lucerne and
thistles and herbs that grow in the
! country. Old birds will feed on ma
' d . . h , hs and , plants, , . „ the , leaves of
ure s ru
which they will strip off with their
beaks. 1 bey are also fed on Indian
i corn ’ °I which they are very fond.
“Are they vicious when breeding?
“I es; especially the male, which has
been known to attack and kill a man.
They are a fearless animal at such
j times. When the females leaves the
nest the male sits upon the eggs and
i while she is sitting lie walks about in
a lordly manner in order that no harm
may come .”—Cincinnati Enquirer.
j The Fnrmer’s Regret.
An Iowa farmer who recently fell
Into the c'utches of a lightning rod
man, remarked to a neighbor a day or
“Bill. I wish’t Bd a been struck by
the lightnin’ itself before I saw that
I I “Why so. John ?”
“I'd a got off right smart easier,”
» chimgo Ledger
.
VOL. XII. NO, 4
The Culprit Cadets.
A cadet has been writing his remin¬
of military life at West Point,
the New York Sun. He winds
with this good story:
One beautiful June morning during
days all the cadets, ex¬
those under fire from the acade¬
board, were in their quarters
of them occupying a room in the
division overlooking the plain,
engaged in a discussion as to the
of an inspection of quar¬
that morning, They finally
as it wa3 examination time, no
would take place, and
blankets and pillows were
on the floor, the uncomforta¬
dress coats were cast aside, and
trousers soon followed suit.
were lighted, and all necessary
for the passing of a hot
comfortably were consum¬
mated. So busily were they engaged
in conversation that they did not hear
the tap of the inspecting officer on the
doors of the rooms near their own.
Suddenly a sharp rap came upon the
door, which opened to admit, not the
company’s regular inspecting officer,
but the commandant of cadets him¬
self, accompanied by no less an
august personage then Gen. Buell.
Both cadets from force of habit
sprang to their feet and stood at, at¬
tention, only wishing that the floor
might open and swallow them. One
was dressed in a shirt and a single
sock, in which costume he had one
sock the better of his comrade.
The pipes had been horridly thrown
under the clothes press, but tire tell¬
tale smoke was wreathing their heads
in rings. Gen. Buell was, at best, a
solemn looking, taciturn man, but, on
this occasion he had hard work to pre¬
serve his dignity. The commandant
was furious, and took pains to impress
upon the General that one of the cul¬
prits had once been suspended from
the Academy, and that the other was
by no means an angel. The next day
separate reports for smoking, not
being in full dress during call to quar¬
ters, and for having bedding on the
floor were made out in the command
-pit's name against r each ™-‘— offender,
Tackling a Devil Fish.
Some years ago some devil fish ap
peared in a harbor where several
schooners were lying, and the
sailors, who were Swedes and had nev¬
er seen one of the fish before, saw
them playing around in the harbor,
and thought it would be a good joke
to spear one. So they took a light
skiff and a pair of old whale harpoons
and ropes that belonged to schooner
and started out, and were joined by
the other boats. In a short time one
of the boats got alongside of a sea-bat,
and a rouser it was, too. When they
struck it you’d have thought the
whole bottom had been hit, and a sec¬
ond later that boat was rushing up the
harbor at a rate she had never went
before. It was a blind lead, though,
and the fish had to turn, and the skiff
was jerked around so quickly that she
half filled, and one man was tumbled
overboard.
Up the channel they went, some
yelling for the boat and others to cut
the line as it was evident that she
would fill in a moment; but it happen¬
ed that the only man who had a knife
had been dropped overboard, and as
they couldn’t get the line untied, they
had to let it go. They said afterward
they were about to jump overboard
and let everything go, when the fish
changed its course and headed right
for one of the schooners. They had to
jump then, anyhow, and, a3 they went
overboard, the fish dived under the
vessel, and the skiff struck her side
with a crash, and was knocked all to
pieces. The end plank, as they found
out later, to which the line was made
fast, went off with the fish. The men
were picked up, and two days later
the devil fish floated ashore. It meas¬
ured eighteen feet across, and was
estimated to weigh a ton .—New York
Sun. •
“What Are We Here For.’
number from Calabash was
cjjsg-usteti with the manner in which
time had already been wasted without
electing a Senator; md rising slowly
to his feet with majestic dignity, his
pi erc ing eye swept the assembly with
a withering look, as he thrust one
hand in the bosom of bis coat, waved
the other high in the air, raised him¬
self on tiptoe, and in tones of exalted
pitch that startled every drowsy mem¬
ber, thundered out:
“In heaven’s name, Mr. Speaker,
what are we here for ?”
The little man from Blossom Coun
ty, who was doubled up in his seat
writing a letter to his wife, opened
on. Lik, a .pnng j.Cknif.. a.ti stood
on his pins in an instant, with both
hands jabbed into his pockets to the
elbows as he answered the conundrum
with his usual bjuntness:
“Six dollars a day and mileage! ’
Chicago Ledger.
Comfort. V.
thou o’er tha olear heaven o1 the smA \
Been temposts roll?
thou watched all the hopes thou would’#*
have won, by one?
Fade, one
till the olouds ure post, then raise thin*
eyes to bluer skies.
thou gone sadly through a dreary night,
And found no light;
guide, no star, to cheer tlieo through die
plain— 1 Mfl Lmw m mn/iaij
No 1 trend save pain?
Wait, and thy soul sliall see, when most forlorn,
Hiso a new morn.
Host thou beneath another's stern control
Bent thy sod soul,
And wasted sacred hopes and precious tears?
Yet oalm thy fears,
For thou canst gain even item the bitterest
part A stronger heart!
Has Fate o’erwhslmed thee with soma sadden
blow?
I.ot thy tears flow;
But know when storms aro past, the heavens
uppear More clear;
puro, more
And hope, when tarlhest from ttieir shining
rays, For brighter days.
Hast thou found life a cheat, uud worn in vain
Its iron chain?
Hast thy soul bent beueath os r th's heavy bon d
Look thou beyond;
If life is bittor, there forever shine
Hopes ’.trt«: mgraiiiyiue! A #I l'I«£ « *
1 t
Art thou alone, nnd does thy soul complain
It lives in vain?
Not vainly does he live who can oifdure,
O, be tlrou sure,
That he who hopes and suffers here can earn
A sure return.
»
Hast thou found naught within tliy troubled
life strife?
Save inward
Host thou found all she promised thee, Deceit,
And Hope and clieatj,
Enduro, and there shall dawn within thy breast
Eternal rost.
HUMOROUS., >,
A bad jury in a law-suit—Perjury.
An epitaph for a boatmah: Life la
oar.
When a butcher gambles he should
play for large steaks. !U
The net to catch a man matri¬
monially—the brunette.
Is it proper to speak of an insane
Chinaman as cracked china ?
‘I like your Impudence,” as a pretty
. ptri said when her b«*u kleuoA bar.
If a man is struck Iiy a woman’s
beauty, is it actionable as an assault ?
Corn is the worst used of all cereals.
No matter how fruitful it is, it is only
grown to have its ears pulled.
A lawyer who climbs up on a chair
after a law-book gdts a little higher
in order that he may get a little lore.
A policeman attacked by cholera
morbus lost so much rest that he was
forced to go 6n duty again to recuper
ate.
“Circumstances alter cases,” said an
unsuccessful lawyer, “and I wish I
jould get hold of some oases that
would alter my circumstances.”
Boy (who doc3 not appreciate
sermon#): “Well, I’d just like to know
what preaching’s for, anyway ?’ Small
sister: Why. it’s to give the singers
a rest.'
It takes off the edge of enjoyment
of love’s young dream when you learn
from your jeweler that Miss L— - -
has been in to learn the value of the
last ring you gave her.
_
Sir David Brewster’s Cat.
Margaret Maria Gordon, writing
from Nice to the Nome Chrquicle, say#:
“My fathei, Sir Davi^ Brewster, had
a strong dislike to catsq he said that
he felt something like an electric
shock when one entered the room.
Living in an old mouse-rlddafr house,
I was at last obliged to set up a oat,
but on the express condition that it
never was to be seen in his study.
I was sitting with him one day. and
the study door was ajar. To my dis¬
may pussy pushed it open, and, with a
most assured air, walked right ,up to
the philosopher, jumped upon his
knee, put a paw on one shoulder and
a paw upon the other, and then com¬
posedly kissed him! Utterly thunder¬
struck at the creatures atidacity, my
father ended by being so delighted
that he quite forgot to have an elec¬
tric shock, He took pussy into his
closest affections, feeding and tending
her as if she were a child.
“One morning, some years after¬
ward, no pussy appeared at breakfast
for cream and fish; no pussy at din
ner, and, in fact, months passed on
and still no pussy, We could hear
nothing of our pet, and we were both
inconsolable. About two years after,,
I was again sitting with my father,,
when, strange to say, exactly the same
set of circumstances happened. She
was neither hungry, thirsty, dusty,
nor footsore, and we never heard any¬
thing of her intervening history. She
resumed her place as household pet
for many years, until she got into a
diseased state from partaking too free¬
ly, it was supposed, of the delicacy of
raw flesh, and in mercy she was oblig¬
ed to be shot. We both suffered so
much from this second loss that we
never had another domestic pet. *»
