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By R. S. HOWARD. VOLUME V. Hope, Love, Patience. O'er wayward childhood would’st thou hold firm rule, An d sun thee in the light of happy faces ? Love, hope and patienoe, they must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school. for as old atlas on his broad neck places Heaven’s starry globe and there sustains it, so Do these upbear the little world below Ot education— patience, love and hope. iletbinLs I s*e them grouped ia seemly show, The straightened arms upraised, the palms aslope, And robes that touching, as adown they flow, Distinctly blend, like snow em oss’d in snow. Oh, part them never! If hope prostrate lie, Dove too will sink and die. But love is subtle, and will proof derive From her own lite that hope is yet alive. And bending o’er with soul-tre.nslusing eyes, Woos back the fleeting spirit, and hall supplies; Thus love repays to hope what hope flrst gave to love. * Yet haply there will come a weary day, When overtask'd at length Both love and hope beneath the load give way, Then with a statue’s srnde, a statue’s strength, Stands the mute sister, patience, nothing loth, And, both supporting, does the work of both. Samuel Tay ter Coleridge . ‘ EDGETT’S THANKS.” “Ain’t it strange?” said Pohv. The mellow gold of the summer after noon lay like a veil over the artist’s characteristically untidy studio; the tall red hollyhocks reared their crests at the window, and a cat-bird was whistling sweetly in the branches of the Canada plum tree beyond. Mr. Edgett, the artist, had gone on a sketching tour, and Mrs. Molus, the landlady, had promptly availed herself of the opportunity to “clean up things a bit”—a process which was systemati cally frowned-down by Mr. Edgett. when in possession of the premises. Polly was a rubicund-faced, red armed girl of twelve, awkward and clumsy in the extremest degree—but she was, ns Mrs. Molus expressed it. "a regular spider to work.” “There ain’t any grown girls,” said the landlady, “ as you’ll get more worh out of than you will out of Polly.” And us she scrubbed away at tin floor, her fascinated gaze involuntarily riveted itself upon a halLcompleteo sketch of a woman’s head upon th easel—a spirited thing, with wild, bai k ward-flowing hair, eyes full of red savago light, and firm lips apart. "Wherever I go. and whichever wa\ I turn,' said Polly, in despair, “they follow me—them eyes! The thing ain 1 alive, be it?” I hut is high art, Polly,” said : grave voice, close to her elbow. And she nearly upset her cleaning pail in the stait produced by seeing Mr K tgett himself, portfolio, portabh easel, furled umbrella, and all, strapper across his shoulders. II" had found the summer meadov too hot, and had returned before the ex pec ted time. hat are you doing?” he demanded. sharply. “Please, sir, I’m a-scrubb : n’,” said rising clumsily to her feet, and 'topping a stiff bob of a courtesy “Missis she said—” “ Your missis is a fool, Polly!” crisply spoke up the artist, “and you are an other.” .} ' ease < sir, that’s what they always s . aul at the workhouse,” said Pollv, despairingly. hut, nevertheless,” encouragingly aided Mr. Edgett, “you are a good they 6 ?” 1 " art * ie e^eS *°^ ow y° u > do And with a shudder. Polly admitted that they did. That woman, Polly,” said the artist, raying down his portfolio, “is Medea.” ihdn t never live hereabouts, did she?'said Polly, curiously. she murdered her children some centuries ago-did Medea.” ol *y stared herder than ever, in un mitigated horror. I hope they gave her a good, round mrn m jaiJ,” said she. “ I likes little .1 >( n—i does. If I’d all the money I "'anted—” ‘‘]yoil?"’ said Mr. Edgett. and build a great, big house, and 'UKe in an the orflings and work’us ‘ ! (, i 'n, and them as boasted no home, ana-—- " Polly!” lie shrill voice of Mrs. Molus inter (!; Ml at this juncture, and Polly’s ruin' 111 Cn s P ane tumbled into , J -ilgett was a great artist, un , ,i ' *Hy, but somehow his pictures ' not S(? d. And before the glossy : un the maple leaves in front of the i °, Uh ’ turned to scarlet, Mrs. Molus mmed him with considerable ani- Y* iat "there was other parties wait r the room, as could be depended i’f s he’d trouble him to move out things afore nightfall.” 1 * ’• Edgett looked at his lean-jawed **Twith a troubled, lazy gaze, ould you mind waiting a week, MolusP" said he. “ I—l do not t exactly well, and—” should mind it very much,” Mrs. h 0 as acrimoniously answered. “I • I mentioned as the rooms was let, r ‘ ( * m ust beg you to clear out right away.” j Edgett, with throbbing pains n ‘‘s head, and a sick, dizzy sensation t, ' 1 ry movement, packed his lew mill -0 lf ds and color-tubes, and started away, * aih sorry that I must leave here in the forest news. he -ur withhe”! “ rry ' too! ” Ba PPed the dame, “ p . T i,n lj Ps viciously compressed. But I hope soon to hear from mv Um,” m EnKl!uld ' “ and settle all liabili m:/Z 7 0rd8 bitter no parmep,” said the landlady, bouncing back into her hall 86 ’ “ attenuated india-rub -I?dgGtt walked slowly and pain 3rnJ].* ° ng ’ Untll he cached a sweet smeJhng pme CO pse, where the shadowg <ay dense and deep, and the sound of a bidden waterfall filled the air with ten der mysteries. I here s an old deserted mill here somewhere,” he said to himself, “ I know, because I sketched it, one showery day last Juno. It is cool-cool and shady-with the noise of drippino water m one’s ears, and I can rest there. w 11aiout fear of let or hindrance ” * Iwenty-four hours afterward, little , * y * all dust and pallor, came into the drug store in the village. “Come, then, what’s wanting?” said pert assistant, who wore a paper collar and an imitation gold watch chain. “ Wot’s good for ’eadache?” demanded I’olly, “and fever? and light-’eaded ness? I’ve got ten cents here, and—” “Come, girl, clear out of here!” said the assistant, superciliously. “We don’t want any tramps around.”- “I ain’t a tramp!” said Polly, with tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat. “And I want ten cents’ worth of what’s good for—” “ Where is the case?” demanded the druggist himself, a shrewd, bald-headed Scotchman. And Polly led him to the deserted mill in the pine woods, where Eustace Edgett lay, tossing in delirium. Child,” said he. “ do you know what is the matter with this man?” 1 oily shook her head, with her apron to her eyes. “I know he's sick,” said she, “ and hasn’t no one to nuss him but me. He knows me, he do-and he says, ‘ Polly, you ain’t such a fool, arter all.’ He was kind to me, an' he give me a ten-cent piece once—no one ever did afore—and I took it to buy medicine, I did!” “ Has he no friends?” “Notas I knows on.” “He must be removed to a hospital at once,” said the Scotchman. “He is ill of variola—in other words, small pox.” “He mustn’t never be took nowhere where I can’t take care of him!” howled Polly; “ for he was good to me !” When Eustace Edgett’s life-bark Irifted back again to the shores of con sciousness, two facts met him, face to face. One was the certainty that his ife was owing to Polly's faithful care; the other was a black-edged letter from England, briefly stating the demise of iiis uncle, and curtly congratulatine him upon succession to ample wealth. “Polly!” said the artist, lifting his heavy eyes to the place where his faith ful, red-armed little nurse sat darning stockings, by the window. “Sir!” said Polly. “ I’m a rich man at last,” said Mr. Edgett. “Is you, sir?” said Polly, moment arily fearful that the delirium had re turned. “ You shaU have your Utopia,” said Edgett. “ Sir!” said Polly. “The big house, you know,” ex plained the artist, “for the homeless children. And we’ll call it'Edgett’s Thanks.’ In the meantime, Polly, you shall go to school.” “But I don’t want tc go to school,” sail rebellious Polly. “ I don’t need no book-learning to take care of the chil dren !” ‘ But you know, Polly,” urged Edgett, “the house can’t be built all in a day! It will take years and years. For Ed gett’s Thanks must be worthy of its oc casion. And you’ve got to stay some where in the meantime; so boarding school is the place for you. Polly.” Eustace Edgett went to England to assume the mantle of his own responsi bilities. Polly retired reluctantly enough, to a school where “young ladies of de fective education ” were especially fostered ; and the huge, red brick walls ol Edgett’s Thanks reared themselves, by slow degress, as near as possible to the spot where its endower had lain under the roof of the deserted mill, lighting for bis life. And in ten years lie came back again. The playground was musical with the merry voices of little children. A tall, lair-haired young lady stood in their midst, her flaxen curls blown about, her eyes shining like blue stars, with a close fitting dress of deep, blue serge, outlined the prettiest of figures. Involuntarily Eustace Edgett raised his hat. “ I beg vour pardon, ma’am,” said he; “ but is there a girl by the name of Poily Browning here?” “lam Polly!” she cried, blushing to the very roots of her golden hair. “ Oh. Mr. Edgett, didn’t you know me? 1 should have known you in China or Japan!” The artist stared at the willowy figure, the soft, shy eyes, the air of delicate refinement. “ Polly turned into a princess!” cried he. “Well, I’m ready to believe any thing now.” Miss Browning held out her slender hand. “ Welcome to Edgett’s Thanks,” said she, with quiet dignity. “ Will you walk over the buildings now?” Of course he didn’t go back to Eng- JEFFERSON, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 4, 1880. land, and of course he married pretty Polly, and of course they both live at Edgett’s Thanks, with a family of three or four hundred little children. And 1 oily is radiantly happy- -and so is her artist husband. For what greater bliss can there be in this world than to do good and to love? Trapping Wild Pigeons. A lecent letter from Shelby, Mich., says: Probably few persons are aware of the interest taken by a large class of people at this season of the year in the business of catching pigeons for market. The writer arrived here this morning, and finds about seventy-five persons here and in the vicinity, for the purpose of catching these birds. People are here from Illinois, Wisconsin, Indiana, Ken tucky, Missouri, Ohio, New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania and Michigan. Old, middle-aged and young, some of whom have been en gaged in the business in its season for the last forty years. The profits in a good season are reported at from S2O to SIOO per day. About this time each year pigeons arrive from the South in this part of Michigan in very large numbers, where they soon commence building their nests and raise their brood. They frequently collect in such large numbers that the noise of their wings makes a noise like the rumbling of cars. This migration is repeated to this State nearly every year since 1840. In anticipation of their arrival, which usually is very sudden after they commence arriving, these people from the various States assemble here with nets and birds to use lor de coys. Being thus well equipped with the paraphernalia necessary, the ground is looked over and places selected for locating their nets. Chicago is wide awake to the inter ests of the trade, having buyers on the ground even before the arrival of the birds. This business of trapping proves quite remunerative to many of the people here besides the hotel men, as many board at private houses in the vicinity of theii nets, but an occasional sharper here is reported as professing to own or control most of the very favorable and convenient localities for trapping, for the avowed purpose of extorting ex orbitant charges from the trappers for privileges of locating their nets, which the trappers generally avoid. The Antiquity of the Spoon. The use of our common table utensil, the spoon, is widespread, and its inven tion, as it appears, dates from remote antiquity The form that we use at the present day—a small oval bowl provided with a shank and flattened handle—is not that which has been universally adopted. If we examine into the man ners and customs of some of the pi ople less civilized than we—the Kabyles, for example we shall find that they use a round wooden spoon. The Romans also used a round spoon, which was made ot copper. We might be led, from the lat ter fact, Lo infer that the primitive form of this utensil was round, and that the oval shape was a comparatively moderp invention. But such is not the case, for M. Chantre, in making some excava tions on the borders of Lake Paladru, the waters of which had bsen partially drawn off, found in good state of pre servation wooden spoons, which in shape were nearly like those in use at the present day— the only difference be ing in the form of the handle, which was no wider than the shank. The lacus trine station where these were found dates back to the ninth century, and we therefore have evidence that oval spoons were already in use during the Cario vingian epoch, and learned men tell us that spoons of a primitive kind have been found among the fossils of the reindeer age. Road Locomotives for the West. There was recently brought to this country from England a number of road locomotives consigned to Wadsworth, Nevada, where they will be employed in the transportation of minerals and general merchandise. They are to be operated in different parts of tbe State, connecting outlying mining districts with railroad stations. These steam wagons weigh about seven tons each, and are rated at from twelve to four teen horse power. They are fitted to use any kind of fuel, and in case of need the road wheels can be replaced with flange wheels for running on rails. They also have winding drums at tached to the axle capable of holding 100 yards of coiled rope, for hauling loads up st?ep hills. These road en gines, with an engineer and two labour ers, can haul from ten to twelve tons of paying load on any good roads not steep er than one to twelve, and make an aver- age speed of three and one-half miles an hour. A sixteen-mule team, with a wagon carrying from six to ten tons, cannot make an average of more than two miles an hour. The locomotive and its train of wagons does not cost much more than the mule team, and it can haul freight for from five to ten cents per ton per mile, which is about one-fourth as much as the hauling by mule team costs. Someone says dandiuff maybe de stroyed by rubbing the roots of the hair with lemon. The remedy is not as sim ple as it looks. It is easy enough to pull out each particular hair and rub its root with a lemon,-but to get the hair back in its proper place is where the fifteen-puzzle comes in. Norristown Herald. FOR THE PEOPLE. Midnight Sunshine on Northern Fields. A Norwegian scientist, Professor Schubeler, has recently reported the re sults of his investigations to determine the effects of the midnight sun during the Scandinavian summers on the wheat and other crops. The sight of the sun shining near the Arctic circle through the twenty -four hours consecutively for weeks together has attracted many to the North Cipe, but few have reflected on the phenomenon except as a physical curiosity. In the northern parts of Norway its uninterrupted radiation is felt for two months (from June 23 to August 23), and the powerful influence of the almost unbroken sunlight on grain sand fru ; ts, as revealed by Pro fessor Schubeler’s researches and ex periments, is astonishing. His experi ments were made with samples of Onio and Bessarabia wheat, both of which every year acquired a richer and darker hue, until finally they assumed the yellow-brown tint of the hardy home grown Norwegian wheats. Similar color changes occurred in Indian corn and different kinds of vegetables trans planted from foreign countries under the Norwegian skies. In no case did the experimenter find any im ported plant capable of being grown in Norway lose in intensity of color after continued cultivation there, while with many garden plants of Cen tral Europe after acclimatization they seem to increase in size and weight. The conclusion he draws is that wheat corn and seeds imported from a warmer clime, when cultivated under the unin termitted sunlight of a Norwegian sum mer, become hardier as well as larger and better able to resist excessive cold. This discovery is of the very highest moment for the farmers and grain-grow ers of our Northwestern States and Ter ritories, whose losses m some years from slight excesses of cold (when the snow covering for the winter wheat is too thin) are enormous, but which may possibly be avoided by planting seed wheat hardened and invigorated in a Scandinavian climate and by its pe culiar solar influences. There are many reasons for urging this suggestion on their attention, with a view to the de velopment of our great grain-growing resources. Professor Schubeler’s dis covery—the result ofthi rty years’ 'ex perimentation—has been[powerfully cor roborated by similar skilled researches of other investigators, showing that seme plants attain in Lapmark, near or within the Arctic circle, great robust ness and depth of color. These are not, however, the only ac quisitions that plants make by exposure to a ninht and day sun. The aroma and flavor of wild and cultivated fruits, capable of ripening in northern lands, are much greater than when grown under more southern skies. This is particularly observed in the smal ruits which are so grateful in the early part of the warm season, requiring in our latitude but a short period of heat to mature them. Dr Schubeler main tains, a3 the result of his patient and careful experiments, that day and night light unintermitted engenders aroma, as high temperature engenders sweetness; and, while the high flavor is obtained at the expense of sweetness, the latter quality is of minor importance. How ever conflicting tastes may settle this question the experiments of the Nor wegian scientist derive double interest from the recent inquiries of Dr. Sie mens, illustrat’ng the power of the elec trie light when applied to plants and vegetables to quicken and invigorate their growth. Both investigations, though entirely independent, have led to the same scientific result. —New York Herald. Words of Wisdom. Ability and necessity will dwell near each other. A good art’cle is always worth the money you pay. There Is nothing so imprudent as ex cessive prudence. Men may be ungrateful, but the hu man race is not so. By over-sugaring of all good qualities you may turn them to acidities. Success in most things depends on knowing how long it takes to succeed. No man can end with being superior who will not begin with being inferior. Blushing is a suffusion—least seen in those who have the most occasion lor it. Knowledge without justice becomes ci*aft; courage without reason becomes rashness. Tf mortals could discover the science of conquering themselves we should have perfection. Cheerfulness or joyousness is the heaven under which everything not poisonous thrives. A Conclusive Auswer. Dr. Murphy was boasting recently that the climate of Minnesota beats the climate of California or any other State, and with a triumphant air of exultation, exclaimed: “Look at me! behold my beautiful rounded form. When I came here I weighed only ninety-seven pounds, and now I w'eigh two hundred and seventy-five pounds. What do you think of that?” One of the sons of the late Bishop Willoughby, standing by, said: ‘‘Why, doctor, that’s nothing, look at me; I weigh one hundred and seventy-five pounds and when I came to Minnesota, I weighedonly six pounds.” The doctor left. — St. Paul (Minn.) Pio neer Press. Mexico was colonized just 100 years before Massachusetts was. TIMELY TOPICS. The relative status of the chief coffee consuming countries ranges as follows : First, the United States, consuming 323,000,000 pounds; next, Germany, which takes 218,000,000; next, France, with 110,000,000; next, Austria-Hun gary, with 82,000,000; then Holland, with 68 000,000; and finally Belgium, with 48,600,000 pounds. These coun tries take eighty per cent, ot the whole product of the world. England ranks among the third-rate consumers, and Russia, with her 80,000,000 of people, consumes only one-filth of a pound per capita. England’s greatest poet is described in interesting fashion by a clever corre spondent: “Nobody would suspect him for a poet now. His face is strong and his eyes haye a certain brightness, but he is seamed, rather than wrinkled, from forehead to chin ; he appears to be puffy; he is partially bald; he stoops and shuffles; dresses ordinarily and carelessly, and has a generally rustic mien and denotement. He does not af fect, and never has affected, general society, and the fact shows in his bear ing and slovenly raiment.” The corre spondent adds that Mr. Tennyson has made such wise investment of his large literary earnings, that his entire property is probably worth a million of dollars— a remarkable fortune for a poet. The Dukes of Bedford have converted what was an inland sea in winter and a noxious swamp in summer, the waters expanding into meres swarming with fish and screaming with wild fowl, by the labors of successive generations of engineers, into 680,000 acres of the rich est land in England, as much the pro duct of art as the kingdom of Holland, and, like it, preserved for human cul ture and habitation solely by continu ous watchfulness from day to day. The present duke is devoted to agricultural pursuits, and has placed one of his best 'arms at the disposal of the Royal Agri cultural society for experiments des tined to improve the scientific knowl edge of farmers all over the world. A German named Baumgardner has invented an air-ship which is a combi nation of balloon and wings such as Mr - Edison proposes to use alone. From a published description it seems to be a rather unwieldy cratt. there being ten or twelve wings and three cars. The wings are moved by cranks, and an ascent was made at Leipzig the other day. The two assistants whom the in ventor took with him got scared when the machine had mounted above the housetops and jumped out. Baumgard ner, however, continued to ascend until the balloon burst, when he came down very suddenly. He expects to live long enough to try it again. It appears that the German govern ment has taken the matter of smoking seriously in hand, the practice being carried to so great an excess by the youth of that nation that it ha3 been considered to have damaged their con stitutions and incapacitated t. em for the defense of their country. In certain towns of Germany, therefore, the police have had orders to forbid all lads ua der sixteen years of age to smoke in the streets, and to punish the offense by fine and imprisonment. Moreover, a Belgian physician lias ascertained, dur ing a journey of observation and inquiry made at the request of the Belgian gov ernment, that the very general and ex cessive use of tobacco is the main cause of color blindness, an affection which has occasioned very considerable anxiety, both in Belgium and Germany, from its influence upon railway and other accidents, and also from the mili tary point of view. The First English Song Set to Music. The following old English poem is said to have been the first English song ever set to music. It was written about the year 1300, and was first discovered in one of the Harleian manuscripts now in the British museum: APPROACH OF SUMMER. Summer is i-comen in, Ltrnde sing cuccu; Groweth led, and bloweth raed, And spriDgeth the wde nu. Sing cuccu. Awe bleteth after lomb, Lbouth atter calve cu; Bulluc sterleth, buck verteth; Mur’e sing cuccu; Cuccu, cuccu; WeJ singes the cuccu; Ne swik’thow nawer nu. Sing cuceu nu, Sing cuccu. The following is a literal modern prose version: Summer is coming. Loudly sing cuckoo. Groweth feed and bloweth meed and springeth the wood now. Ewe bleatet'n after lamb, loweth cow after calf; bullock starteth, buck verteth (t. e., harboreth among the ferns); merrily sing cuckoo! Well sing est thou, cuckoo. Nor cease to sing now. Sing, cuckoo, now; sing cuckoo! —Boston Transcript. Hat dealers who have been in the business fifty years, say they find less difficulty in fitting the heads of farm ers’ sons than they did a quarter of a century ago. And they attribute it to improved agricultural machinery. Twenty-five years ago, farmers’ boys always wore three or four lumps the size of hens’ eggs on their heads, super induced by practicing with the old fashioned flail. A STRANGE DISEASE. The Terrible Malady Which Attacks the Miner, of St. tiotbard. The Oaeetta Piemoniese gives some in teresting particulars concerning the effects on the health of the men em ployed in the St. Gothard tunnel, of the unfavorable conditions in which they are compelled to work, with special reference to a disease engendered by the presence in the intestines of animalcula having a certain resemblance to trichi na. The general appearance of the St. Gothard miners, particularly of those of them—and they are the n ajority affected by the malady in question, is* described a3 deplorable in the extreme. Their faces are yellow, their features drawn, eyes half closed, lips discolored, the skin is humid and the gait difficult. If they eat with appetite they cannot digest, and when wine is taken in it is invariably rejected. Let. a man be as strong as he may, three or four months’ work in the tunnel njures his health, and at the end of a year, or a little more, he is a confirmed invalid. Professors Calderini, of Parma, and Bozzolo and Pagliani, of Turin, have made s veral visits to Airolo for the purpose of studying th diseas< on the pot. They [state that s vent, or eighty per cent, of the men ar< su ff .ring from this complaint, to whi i tney give the name of anemia ankglos. >ma, a term de rived from the worm found in the in testines of a miner who died in the Turin hospital last year. A somewhat similar malady, arising from the presence of the ankylosloma in the in testine, is endemic in Egypt and Brazil. Thirty per cent, of the cases are, classi fied as “severe;” and among the men who have wrought in the tunnel a year or more, ninety-five per cent, are affected. For boys of from fourteen to sixteen, many of whom, I can per sonally testify, are employed in the tun nel, the professors stigmatize it as “a veritable hell,” continuous labor in its pestiferous atmosphere being almost certain death for the young. Professor Buzzolo is of the opinion that ten hours spent in the tunnel are sufficient to bring about a condition of body favora ble to the development of anemia an\y- ■ lo stoma. The disease, though it has probably prevailed more or less for years, his only shown itself to an alarming extent during the last six months. Several causes have contributed to produce this result. The distance of the points of attack, as the extremities of the gal leries where the pei'forators were at work, have been called, from the re spective entrances (on the north side nearly five miles) rendered ventilation extremely difficult —an evil which has increased by the occasional freezing of the compressers. The air thus insuffi ciently renewed was further vitiated by the perpetual explosions of dynamite of which the consumption has been at the rate of 660 pounds a day, the smoke from 400 to 500 oil lamps, and the ex halations from the bodies of 400 men and forty horses. Add to this that a like number of men and horses have been working night and day in each sec tion of the tunnel for years, that there an entire absence of sanitary appli ances, and that the temperature has averaged from eighty to ninety-five de grees Fahrenheit, and we have a stale of things inimical to life and health as can well be conceived. Of this the mor tality among the horses affords ample proof. They are kept in a great tunnel only eight hours out of twenty-four, yet they die—generally dropping down dead as if struck by a bullet—at the rate of twenty-five per cent, per month; that is, the average duration of equine life in the St. Gothard tunnel has been exactly four months. Born to be Drowned. The Seattle (W. TANARUS.) Intelligencer of a late date says: A fatality to be drowned seems to hang over the members of the Love family, old and well-known resi dents of Portland, Oregon. Away back in Illinois, one of the brothers, when a boy, fell into a well and was drowned. Some years ago another brother, who had-eome to manhood, was drowned in the Columbia slough. About a year ago still another brother, William Love, was drowned in the slough, in nearly the very same spot where his brother was drowned years before. About a month ago Albert Love, a son of William Love, went to work on the steamer Calliope. A few days ago the Calliope went down the river to raise the sunken steamer Maria Wilkens, and while walking along the guard of the boat he fell into the river. Of the sev eral men working around the steamer none could swim. Before assistance reached him the young man sank in sight of his relatives and friends. May-Poles in Sweden. In few villages in England can a May pole now be seen, and probably in none of them is it ever put in use. In Swe den, however, there are May-poles still in plenty, and there is around them no lack of rustic merriment. Only, as the snow may not have vanished by May day, the al fresco friskings are wisely postponed until midsummer. In Dale carlia especially the old custom is kept up, as the lately faded flowers and wreaths of withering leaves that hung about the poles in August plainly showed. Terpsichore may doubtless find elsewhere apter pupils than among these thick-shoed peasants, still a May pole dance in Dalarne must be a pretty sight, if but for the gay dresses and bright faces of the girls who take a part in it .—All the Year Round. PRICE—S 1.50 PER ANNUM. NUMBER 52. Past, Present, Future, I said onto the past, ‘‘Give back thy t retires. For they are mine—are mine by conquest w >u; Give back the lost, the lovoJ, the gloiious pleasures Which round tlio day-dreams of my child hood clung !” The past, it answere t me with voice oi gloom, " Invoke me not! My joys an in the tomb.” If aid unto the piesent, “ Mock me not! Thou art my boon companion. Dwell with me, And wo will make sweet lile a sunny spot, When naught but things ail puie and bright shall be.” The piesent sighed, “ My joys can never last; My numbered hours are gliding to the past!” I spake unto the luture; but a light So gloiious circled round that shadowy brow— Hope’s gorgeous iris—so divinely bright That I could only kneel, and whisper low, “ May every moment of tho luture be Sacred and dedicate, my God, to Thee!” Youth's Companion. ITEMS OF INTEREST, Ships are frequently ou speaking terms, and they lie to. —Bcslon Tran script. Sitting Bull has given his tomahawk to a Canadian missionary, who has pre sented it to a college museum in Ottawa, Ont. America now has nearly a hundred varieties of American grapes under cul tivation, and more than eight hundred varieties of pears. The annually revived and touching story of an old gander having fallen in love with a cow, comes to us this time from Lancing, Ky. Agriculture is to be made an obliga tory study in all the elementary schools of France. This is a recent action of the French senate, and was adopted by a majority of 254 votes. The London Times estimates that there are 52,000 blind persons in Great Britain and Ireland. Nine-tenths of these, it think?, could have been saved from their affliction had the highest special skill been called to their aid in time. Brass pins are whitened by long boil ing in copper vessels containing block tin. The process of making white iron pins is still a secret. There are eight pin factories in the United States, with an annual production of about 7,000,- 000,000 pins. Juvenile Theology.—Mother (at tea table) : “ Jack, who helped you to those tarts?” J ack (aged seven): “The Lord.” Mother: “The Lord? Why, what do you mean, Jack?” Jack: “Well, I helped myself, but father said yester day that the Lord helps those who help themselves.” The French academy of sciences has awarded a prize of SSOO to Boutmy <fc Foucher for their improved and safe method of manufacturing nitro-glycer ine. For the pa3t six years there has been no death in making nitro-glycerine at their works at Yonges, and the health of the employees has been excel lent. Near the village of Dubno, province of Vladimir, Russia, a number of dogs attacked a woman anu tore her to pieces. A peasant, who happened f o see the woman struggling with the infuriated dogs, and who tried to save her, was nearly killed himself. He was rescued by the combined efforts of seven peas ants. These dogs belong to a rich man, who takes a barbaric pleasure in keep ing the peasants in dread of them. “ The Schoolmaster Is Abroad.” This well-known and oft-quoted phrase has a noble origin. It is taken from the following sensible bit of eloquence ot Lord Brougham, the eminent English orator: There have been periods when the country heard with dismay that the soldier was abroad. That is not the case now. Let the soldier be abroad— a less important person in the eyes ol some, an insignificant person, whose la bors have tended to produce this state of things. The schoolmaster is abroad! And I trust more to him, armed with his primer, than I do to the soldier in full military array, for upholding and extending the liberties of the country. The adversaries of improvement are wont to make themselves merry at what is termed the march of intellect, and here, as far as the phrase goes, they arc in the right. The conqueror moves in a march. He stalks onward with the pride, pomp and circumstances of war, banners flying, shouts rending the air, guns thundering dnd martial music pealing, to drown the shrieks of the wounded, and the lamentations of the slain. Not thus with the schoolmaster, in his peaceful vocation. He quietly advances in his humble path, laboring steadily till he has opened to the light all the re cesses of ignorance, and torn up by the roots the weeds of vice. His is a pro gress not to be compared with anything like a march, but it leads to a far more brilliant triumph, and to laurels more imperishable than the destroyer of his species, the scouige of the world, ever won. Such men —men deserving the glorious title of teachers of mankind —I have found laboring conscientious lv, though, perhaps, obscurely, in their blessed vocation, wherever I have gone. Their calling is high and holy; their re nown will fill all the earth in after ages, in proportion as it sounds not far ofl in their own times,