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BT J. W. RILEY.
I put by the half-written poem,
While the pen, idly trailed in my hand
’’wu 8 j n, ~“ Bad 1 words U> complete it,
W ho’d read it. or who’d understand?”
But the little liar© feet on the stairway,
And the faint, smothered laugh in the hall,
And the eerie-low lisp on the silence,
Cry up u> me over it alt
8° I gathered it up—where was broken
_ ™ tear-faded thread of my theme,
Telling how,'Rs one night I sat writing,
A fairy broke in on n»y dream,
A Httfe inquisitive fairy—
MyOwnlltUogiti, with thairaM
vi the sun in her hair, antHhe dewy
Blue eyes of the fairies of old.
’Twas the dear little girl that I scolded—
“ For was it a moment like this,”
I said—“ when she knew 1 was busy,
To come romping in for a kiss?
Come rowdying up from her mother,
And clamoring there at my knee
ror ‘ One ’ittle kiss for my dollv,
And one ’ittle for me!* ’*
God pity the heart that repelled her
And the cold hand that turned her away .
And take from the lips that denied her
This answerless prayer of to-day!
Take, Lord, from my mem’ry foiever
Tnat pitiful sob of despair.
And the patter and trip of the little bare feet,
And the one piercing cry on the stair!
I put by the half-written poem,
While the |K*n, idly trailed in my hand,
Writes on,Had I words to complete it,
Who’d read it, or who’d understand?”
But the little bare feet on the stairway,
And the taint, smothered laugh in the hall,
And the eerie-low lisp on the silence,
Cry up to me over it all.
—lndianapolis Journal,
FRED AND MAUD.
To say that Harvey Foster was in a
bad temper, was to put the mildest form
of words to express the savage mood in
•which he found himself one winter’s
evening, as he shot through the main
street of the town of L—, on his way
homeward. Everthing had gone ex
actly contrary to his wishes all the
week.
Entirely ignorant of the fact that
Harvey Foster was a man of standing
in L—, pretty Josie allowed the minor
fact, that he was insultingly free in his
addresses, to influence her so strongly,
that her dignified reserve taught him
the lesson he needed; and when he
sought her for his wife, she refused the
honor.
To add to his discomfiture, the heiress,
Miss Maud Chester, whom he had held
in reserve, that his ambition might win
a wife if his love would not, hat. coolly
informed him that she was engaged to
Fred Ilvlt.
Now, if there was one man above
another who was utterly detestable in
the eyes of Harvey Foster, it was Fred
Holt. They had been rivals at school,
where both stood well in talents, appli
cation and social position; and Fred was
ever a little in advance in every study,
carrying away the contested prizes far
more frequently than it suited Harvey
he should.
And now, when Maud had been ever
gracious to the son of the wealthy
banker, Silas Foster, she answered his
love-suit by the tidings that his life-long
rival had won her promise to be his
bride.
“ And the worst of it is, it will be just
the match to suit his uncle,” muttered
Harvey, savagely. “No fear of him
disinheriting Fred now.”
For Harvey knew that Fred depended
entirely upon the good will of his
mother’s brother, James Rutherford, a
wealthy and eccentric bachelor, for his
income.
Harvey Foster, at odds with love,
would like to see his rival refused, dis
inherited, humbled as he felt himself
humbled, since neither love nor money
would aecept him.
He strode over the pavement in a sav
age mood, and started suddenly to see
Josie Ormstead coming out of ashop a
few steps in advance of him. In her
hand were several packages, and her
face was pale and anxious.
In a moment Harvey was at her side.
“ Let me carry some of your parcels,”
he said, lifting his hat as he spoke.
“ Thank you, I have only a few steps
more to go,” answered Josie, hurrying
forward nerviously.
“ You need not be afraid of me,” Har
vey said, noticing her nervous manner.
“ I will not annoy you! Why will you
not believe my respect is as great for
you as my love ?”
And before he knew exactly where bis
words were leading him, the young man
was renewing the offer he had made be
fore.
At the door of a small lodging house,
Josie stopped and faced him.
“ You have spoken so before, Mr.
Foster.” she said gently; “ and because
I believe you sincere, I will tell you
what I have kept secret for six months;
I am already married!”
“Josie! Be quick! Why do you
stand there ?” cried a voice in the nar
row hallway, and a man stepped into the
bar of brown thrown across ihe open
door by a street lamp.
“Fred Holt!” muttered Harvey,
startling forward. “Married! and to
Fred Holt?’
It almost consoled him.in his own dis
appointment to think of the hold he had
upon his rival. Engaged to Maud
Chester, and married to Josie Ormstead!
Fancy the proud face when she knew
she had been deceived for a girl who
worked. And sweeter still was it to
Harvey Foster to think of the wrath of
James Rutherford when the news
reached him.
But in his triumph, Harvey Foster
had resolved to be very cautious, tc
have strong proof of his rival’s marriage
before venturing to accuse, to either his
uncle or his betrothed. He had noticed
the number of the house in the glare of
the street lamp “No. 28 Ralph street.”
This was the entry he made in his note
book, in case his memory proved treach
erous. It seemed as if fortune favored
bis plajw.
The North Georgian.
VOL. 111.
Only the next day, happening to go
into a large fruit and flower shop, he
saw Fred Holt selecting the contents of
a large fancy basket of choice fruits and
rarest blossoms. Nodding carelessly to
Harvey, he wrote the address upon a
card and attached it to the pretty
basket.
“ You will send this at once,” he said,
and then left the shop.
And Harvey, taking the place Fred
had just vacated, read the card: “Mrs.
F. Holman, No. 28 Ralph street.”
What proof was needed now? It was
not in nature of Harvey Foster to
work openly in any scheme. A blow in
the dark suited him better. Feeling
sure of his position now, he hurried
home to write two annonymous letters,
which would, he fondly hoped, disin
herit and utterly confound his long suc
cessful rival.
One of the venomous missives found
Maud Chester in her pretty boudoir,
trifling with some embroidery, and
dreaming sweet dreams of her love and
Fred Holt’s devotion. She was a hand
some, dignified girl of nineteen, full of
all womanly sweetness, unspoiled by her
great wealth. She loved Fred Holt with
the whole strength of her young heart,
and she was sure that her love was re
turned.
Wondering who her unknown corres-’
pondent could be, she opened the paper.
The same straggling hand met her eyes.
Only these few lines were written?
“I' you would have a proof of the
falsity of one you believe true, go at
8 o’clock this evening to the second floor
of No 28 Ralph street, and you will find
Mr. Fred Holt and his wife.”
“Anonymous!” the proud girl said,
her lips curling and her eyes flashing.
“ It is a falshood I”
She threw the note upon the coals as’
she spoke, and watched the flames curl
and blacken the paper till it flashed out
of sight up the chimney. Then, with
11 the color stricken from her face, she
ook up her embroidery.
Had Harvey watched her then, he
would have thought that that poisoned
arrow had missed its aim. But it was
not so. The work was thrown aside, the
piano rang out under her restless fingers,
a novel was opened, a room was put in
order; but while the calm face betrayed
no secret suffering, the girl was tortured
all day by the words of the anonymous
letter—
“ Fred Bolt and his wife! ”
And -tLII. ftße aiviving to l.ido
from any eyes the tortures she endured,
James Rutherford was storming up and
down his library, holding the second of
Harvey Foster’s communications in his
hand. In the same awkward hand
writing the same facts were stated, the
same hour and place to verify the
writer’s words.
But the peppery old bachelor made no
recretof his wrath. To have listened to
him, one would have supposed that mak
ing mince-meat of his disobedient
nephew was the least he intended.
It was with a chuckle of satisfaction
that Harvey Foster, secretly hidden in
a narrow outway, watched a tall, stately
figure, leave a carriage at the bead of
Ralph street, and walked to the door of
No. 28.
In the quiet of the street he heard a
clear voice ask the servant who opened
the door:
“ Does Mrs. Holt live here?”
“Yes, ma’am; second floor.”
“ Is her husband at home?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am; you will find them
both there.”
then Maud Chester entered the house,
just as a short, panting man dashed up
the steps, and, not pausing to make any
inquiry, also entered.
In the passage, Maud Chester, turning,
as rapid steps followed her, faced James
Rutherford.
“You here!” he said. “You have
heard, too, then, of the trick this un
grateful hound has played upon both of
us?”
“ I have heard,” she answered, in a
cold voice, “ that your nephew’s wife
lives in this house. I wish to ascertain
if it is true.”
“ We will soon see! we will soon see!
Second floor. Here we are. Now,
then!” And the old gentleman’s raps
proved the excitement under which he
was laboring.
A very pale, sweet woman opened the
door, her eyes showing that she had
been weeping very recently.
“Does Mrs. Holman live here?” the
old gentleman asked.
“That is my name, sir.”
I “ Can I see your husband?”
The soft eyes, full of deep trouble,
, were lifted inquiringly to his face.
“ Is it on business, sir?”
“ Very important business,” was the
very dry response.
“ Because the doctor said to-day he
i must not have any mental excitement.
I He is so very much worse to-day; I—l
am afraid he is dying!” And she broke
: out sobbing.
“ Dying!”
i “Dying! An accident?”
“No, sir; it is fever from over
work.”
“ Josie —Josiel”
ver Fred Holt spoke he spoke then
fr- • i the inner room, and the little
wi r e, seeming to forget her strange
vi.-iiors, answered, quickly—-
'• I’m coming, Fred.”
She went at once to the room from
whirli the voice came, and again the
two. listening intently, heard Fred’s
' voice.
I “ Bring the last cordial, Josie. Ten
dr I am sure he knew me; but
! bei.. faint.”
A moment later, the same cheery
■ voice spoke again.
“Drink this, old fellow. See!—see!
hert Josie! Don’t you know Josie?”
TDn another voice—oh! so very
i faint!—said —
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! “ Josie—little wife 1”
I A moment of utter silence followed,
and then Josie said—
“ There is a gentleman and lady in
the other room, Fred, who want to see
Frank. Will you see them?”
And Fred, appearing incompliance
with this request, found his uncle vig
orously fanning Maud Chester with a
newspaper to bring her out of a faint
ing fit.
Before he could frame a question, his
uncle said quickly—
“ Get some water!”
He obeyed. Then, when Maud’s blue
eyes opened with a bewildered stare, the
old gentleman continued—
“We were sent here to see your do
mestic felicity, and we seem to be mis
informed.”
“ My domestic felicity?” cried Fred.
“ Read that,” said his uncle, hand
ing the anonymous note. And Fred
complied.
“ Humph 1 yes,” he said. “So you
came to see Mrs. Fred Holt. Well,
that lady has made me a happy man,”
and his eyes flashed merrily upon Maud.
“ But I will introduce you to my cou
sin’s wife. Mrs. Frank Holt.”
“ Maud,” he continued, with gentle
gravity, “since you have come here, it
will be an act of Christian charity to re
main for”—and his voice sank very low
—“ we are afraid the poor little woman
will be a widow before morning.”
“Poor fellow!" said James Ruther
ford. “ What is the trouble?”
•' Over work. He thought he could
increase his small salary by toiling over
fine engravings in the evening, and he
broke down. I never knew of his mar
riage till last week, when he wrote me a
painful note, begging me to care for
ins wife if he died. I came here at
once, and was fortunate enough te win
poor little Josie’s sisterly confidence
and affection. Maud, if the great, trou
ble we fear comes ”
“I will be her true aister, Fred!” in
terrupted Maud.
Here was a deep silence for several
minutes. Then Josie, very pale still,
irept softly into the room.
“He is asleep,” she whispered. “ The
doctor said if he slept he would live.”
And when she broke into hysterical
weeping, Maud held her close in loving
arms, whispering that she must let her
Ray and comfort her, for Fred’s sake.
Nearly 11 o’clock came, and still Har
vey Foster waited, half frozen, in the
dark courtway, to see the discomfiture
of his rival. Then his patience was re
warded by seeing Fred and his uncle
iiome out of No. 28, arm-in-arm. evi
dently the best of friends, enter Miss
Chester’s carriage and drive away.
Cottage Hospitals,
One of the greatest boons to the rural
population of England, of late years, has
been the establishment of cottage hospi
tals. The first institution of the kind was
at Savernake, in Wilts. In 1867a poor
farm laborer was injured by machinery,
and had to be carried miles to a doctor
and then forwarded ten miles further
to a hospital. The case so impressed
the Vicar of Savernake that the idea oc
curred to try and establish a cottage
hospital. He found warm and generous
coadjutors in Lord and Lady Ailesbury,
the chief landowners of the parish. Lord
Ai.esbury gave a large sum and a site in
a lovely situation, and in due time the
thing was done. During the past year
211 cases have been treated with every
comfort, convenience and attention, at
a cost per bed off 3 75 a week, and the
mortality among them has only a dec
imal fraction more than 8 per cent.,
against 9 per cent, at Guy’s, 10 per cent,
at St. Bartholomew’s, and 16per cent, at
St. Thomas’, the great London hospitals.
In case of amputation, the advantage is
enormously in favor of the cottage hos
pitals, in consequence of the purity of
their air.
Not Her Motto.
A Woodward avenue policeman was,
the other day halted near the City Hall,
by a two-hundred pound woman
with a parcel in her hand, and
she requested to be directed to the store
where they sold mottoes. He asked
which particular store she wanted, and
she explained: “Well, I can’t tell.
My old man came to town yesterday,
and I wanted him to buy the motto of
: God Bless Our Home.’ He got in
somewhere where they told him stylish
folks no longer hung up that motto,
and the old idiot went and brought
home this one.” She unrolled the
parcel and held up a card on which
was rudely painted: “ Don’t ask for
credit—our terms are cash.” “You
need’nt grin,” she said, as she rolled up
the card again; “ I’m heavy on foot,
and the walking is bad, but I’m going
to walk this town till I find the man
who got this thing off on Samuel for
‘ God Bless Our Home.’ ”
The Festive Sport.
In a vacant lot on Peterboro street is
& strip of ice about a foot wide and
thirty feet long, and yesterday a lone
boy with a pair of big skates was making
himself believe that he was having
heaps of fun. A passing pedestrian
couldn’t see it in that light, and he
leaned over the fence and called out:
“Sonny, what are you doing?”
“Skating,” was the reply as the
youngster cut a pigeon wing and got
his breath again.
“Isn’t that a pretty small spot to
skate on ?” queried the man.
“Oh, it is plenty big enough to fall
down on!” was the cheerful answer.
“Over seven boys bumped their noses
here till they had to stay out of school,
and one fellow struck on the back of his
head this morning and hollered so loud
that we had to sit down on his stomach!
Watch me glide.”
TRUTH, JUSTICE, LIBERTY.
Catting Oranges and Apples.
To cut the orange, make two parallel
cubs, through the skin only, leaving a
continuous land about an inch wide
round the body of the orange. Remove
the rest of the peel. Cut through the
band once, just over one of the natural
divisions, and gently for:e the whole
open, and ou;, leaving each section de
tached from the others, but still fast to
the band of peel.
The epple is cut by setting the blade
of a narrow, sharp-pointed knife
in the oblique position of the in
tended cut, and pushing it, point first,
directly to the core. When all the cuts
are so made, the apple will come apart
in a very pretty manner. Care munt be
taken not to let the knife slip through
the apple, into the hand.
Here is a good though not a new way
to cut an arple so that it will look whole
and unmarred while in the dish, but,
when pared will fall to pieces without
being cut with a knife:
Take a ! fine needle and a thin strong
thread; insert the needle at the stem of
the apple in such away that the point
will come out again away from the stem
and a short distance from the, first in
sertion ; pull the needle and" thread
through very carefully, so as not to
break the skin or eularge the holes,
leaving a few inches of thread hanging
at the stem. Then nut the needle back
into the second hole, thrust it in the
same direction as before, out
the point still farther from the stem,
and again null the thread through. Go
on in this way straight around the apple,
and, when the thread comes out at the
stem, pull it by both ends very care
fully, until it has cut entirely through,
and comes out of the apple. If pared
now, the fruit would fall in halves;
but, by working the thread round under
the skin as before, at right angles to the
first cut, and again pulling the thread
quite through at the stem, the apple
will fall into quarters.
After a little practice, the cutting
can be done so skillfully that only a
very keen eye will be able to find out
how it was accomplished.
A Waste of Money.
The New York Awn, in an article on
worthless and catch-pen.ny advertising
sheets, says:
In few departments of business, too,
has there been more misrepresentation
pul <! —i ghf swindling than in that of
advertising. The flush times for that
sort of thing were eight or ten years
ago, when worthless sheets, with only a
nominal circulation and no influence,
scoured the city to obtain advertise
ments, hesitating at no falsehood, and
consenting to almost any terms, so long
as thfey got what they were after. An
enormous amount of money was obtained
from advertisers in this way. much of
which might about as well have been
spent in sticking up pesters in dark
cellars.
The New York Evening Pott, com
menting on the same subject, says:
The revival of business is bringing
this sort of sheet into existence again.
A day or two ago we had three or four
of these new publications laid on our
table at one time. We venture to say
that we gave these new-comers more at
tention than they receive from nine out
of every ten persons who happen to see
them; but a very hasty glance disclosed
to us their utter worthlessness, and
forthwith they were pitched into the
waste basket. Yet each of these sheets
had a goodly array of advertisements,
and it was probably solely for the sake
of the advertisements that they were
printed. The amusing part of the matter
is that the tradesmen who paid for the in
sertion of these advertisements undoubt
edly believed that they would thereby
make their wares known to the public.
The error in their calculation is that
these sheets themselves are not public.
As nobody reads them because they
contain neither news nor opinions of
any worth, it follows as a matter of
course that advertising in them is a
pure waste of m®ney ft is rather worse
than this, because a man who advertises
once or twice and gets no return from it
is disposed to believe that advertising is
not necessary; and having leached this
opinion he is at once deprived of an in
dispensable means, when intelligently
used, of increasing trade.
Hunting in Spain.
A Spanish country gentleman does
not, as an English squire, shoulder his
gun, whistle his dog, take a lad to carry
his game, and trudge off' for an after
noon’s sport. It would be unsafe in
this country, for the sportsman could
get no bag in the open fields; he must
hie to the fields far away, and, if known
to be rich, he might be “sequestrated,”
as it is called; that is, taken prisoner,
by some wild hill gang, and a ransom
be demanded for his release. In common
justice, however, let me say that, after
wandering over the wildest and worst
parts of .Spain on foot alone, I have
never yet been molested. Your space
would not allow me to dwell here
upon game laws, preserved lands, and
the like, in Spain ; suffice it to say that,
as a rule, the greater part of the country
is unpreserved, and the genus poacher
de es not exist—l mean, poacher legiti
mate. Here is a summary of the game
laws of Spain: 1. Land-owners may
shoot over their own property all the
year round. 2. Shooters over public
grounds must not shoot in the close
season. 3. The close season is from
April 1 to Sept. 1 in northern, and
from March 1 to Sept. 1 in southern
Spain. 4. No guns may be fired in
snowy or misty weather. 5. Angling is
allowed all the year round, but net-fish
ing is forbidden to all from March Ito
July 30. 6. Decoy birds and nets for
birds are only allowanle for flights of
quails and stockdoves.
A Few Hints Worth Preserving.
1. Child two years old has an attack
of croup at night; doctor at a distance;
what is to be done ?
The child should be immediately un
dressed and put in a warm bed. Then
give an emetic, composed of one part of
antimony wine to two of ipecac. The
dose is a teaspoonful. If the antimony
is rfot handy, give warm water, mustard
and water, or any other simple emetic;
dry the child and wrap it carefully in a
warm blanket.
2. Some one’s nose bleeds and cannot
be stopped.
Take a plug of lint, moisten, dip in
equal parts of powdered alum <and gum
arabic, and insert in the nose. Bathe
the forehead in cold water.
3. Child eats a piece of bread on
which arsenic has been spread for killing
rats.
Give plenty of warm water, new
milk in large quantities, gruel and lin
seed tea; foment the boweis. Scrape
iron-rust off anything, mix with warm
water, and give in Targe draughts fre
uuently. Never give large draughts of
fluids until those given before have been
vomited, because the stomach will not
contract properly if filled, and the ob
ject is to get rid of the poison as quick
y as possible.
4. A young lady sits in the draft and
comes home with a bad sore throat.
Wrap flannel around the throat,
keeping out of draughts and sudden
changes of atmo“pheres, and every half
hour take a pinch of chloride of pot
ash, place it on the tongue, and allow
it to dissolve in the mouth.
5. Child falls backward into a tub of
water and is much scalded.
Carefully undress the child, lay it on
a bed, on its breast if the back is scalded,
be sure all draughts are excluded; then
dust over the parts scalded with bi-car
bonate of soda; lay muslin over it;
then make a tent by placing two boxes
with a board over them in bed, to pre
vent the covering from pressing on the
scald; cover up warm.
6. Mower cuts driver’s legs as he is
thrown from his seat.
Put a tight bandage around the limb
above the cut, slip a cork under it in
the direction of a line drawn from the
inner part of the knee to a little outside
of the groin. Draw the edges of the
cut together with sticking plaster.
7. Child has a bad earache.
Dip a plug of cotton wool in olive
oil, warm it and place it in the ear.
Wrap up the head and keep it out of
draughts.
My Rules for Living.
I am no doctor or pill vender, yet I
have had a good long life and a happy
one. May I not, therefore, just give
my simple rules for health in the hopes
that some traveler on the up or down
hill of life may look at them and be
benefitted by them. I have practiced
them for many years and they have
done me good; they may do good to
others. They are inexpensive and may
be easily abandoned, if they cause any
harm.
I. Keep in the sunlight as much as
possible. A plant will not thrive with
out the sunbeam; much less a man.
11. Breathe as much fresh air as
your business will permit. This makes
fresh blood; but it is never found in
the four walls of your building. Be
neath the open sky, just there, and only
there, it comes to you.
111. Be strictly temperate. You
cannot break organic law, or any other
law, with impunity.
IV. Keep the feet always warm and
the head cool. Disease and death be
gin at the feet more commonly than we
think.
V. Eat white bread when you cai -
not get brown bread.
VI. If out of order see which of
the above rules you have not observed,
then rub yourself all over with a towel,
saturated with salt water, and well
dried and begin upon the rulesagain.
VII. Look ever on the bright, which
is the heaven side, of life. This is far
better than a medicine.
These seven simple rules, good for
the valid or invalid, if rightly observed,
would save, I apprehend, a deal of pain,
prolong life, and so far as health goes,
make it worth the having.— Boston
Traveler.
A Remarkable Burial Place.
After ascending the tower and e&.
joying the View we had still an hour to de
vote to the Campo Santo near by. The
cloistered cemetery,constructed 600 years
ago, is a vast rectangle surrounded by
arches. After the loss of the Holy
Land, we are told, the Pisans caused
over fifty ships’ loads of soil to be
brought hither from Mt. Calvary, in
order that the dead might rest in what
they conceived to be holy greund.
It was in this Campo Santo that the
earliest Tuscan artists were taught to
emulate each other’s power, and here
the walls are covered with remarkable
representations of historical subjects
and sacred objects. The original of
many pictures with which we are fa
miliar in engravings are to be founu
here, such as “Noah Inebriated,”
“jluilding of the Tower of Babel,”
“The Last Judgment,” etc. The tomb
•tones of those buried here form the
pavement of the arcades. The sculpt
ures ana monuments and bas-reliefs in
the Campo Santo are nearly innumer
able, the whole forming a most strange
and weird collection, to which we had
devoted the early twilieht hour, and
which did not fail to reave upon the
imagination a sense of gloom quite in
lescribable.
Very pretty vails of black lace are
made of thread dotted with chenille, or
i with little sprigs darned in, and are
bordered with a fine plaiting sprigged to
I match and pointed upon the edge.
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\VI!!:i::: SHALL WE BURY THE PAST
BY OLA HEED M'CHBXSTIB.
Where shall wc bury the past?
Snail we bury it in Jx‘tbe'B sea,
W here no echo may ring of its beautiful years,
To gladden our hearts or awaken our tears?
Shall *f‘ go to our dreams with no thought of
hours,
And cherish no wreaths of its fast-faded fioweraT
Shall we lav it aside with ne'er a prayer,
To sleep in oblivion? Oh, no; not there!
Where shall wn bury the past?
Shall we lower it down in the tomb?
While the breathings of woe peal its requiem
there— .
Though !t. crushes our hearts, breathe there tne
last prayer!
Shall the dew drops of sorrow fall over it now,
And the cold v. ii of <l(»th overshadow its brow?
ihough it’s stolen our yi/nng life’s fragrance and
bloom—
Ah, no! we eannot ower it into the tomb.
Where shall wo bury the past?
Shall we bury it in memory’s cell?
It has tan. lit uh <>f life by its mystic power;
It has taught us that death's wave may come anjr
hour;
It has taught us sweet lessons of patience and
Jove:
It has taught us to long for the mansions above.
Though it oft crushed our hearts, yet they rose
prayer 1
In un mory’s cell—we will bury it there.
Cam den. Ohio
PASSING SMILES.
Do not allow yourself to speak ill of
the absent one if it can be avoided; the
day may come when some friend will be
needed to defend you in your absence.
The single act of sin, like the solitary
seed, unfolds itself in ever-branching
stems of wickedness, which tyrannize
over the soul, and terrify the drowsy
conscience into silence.
A man will wipe on a towel as filthy
as rot at his office, and smash the fur
niture at home if he has to us? one
which is the least bit soiled. This in
one of the inconsistencies of the race.
Shall I see my little NUbel
When the sun sinks in the Weal!
Wijl she lay her auburn treaaep
Just above my sealskin vest!
Keep the arm-chair for us Mabel;
Wo can sit, and purr, and rock;
And bo sure, my darling angel,
To set back the old man's clock.
—Elmira Telegram.
Oub little four year-old being forbid
den by his mother to eat any more
pickled beets because they might injure
him, asked: “ Mamma, if they make me
sick and I die, will I turn into a dead
beat?:”
A man always looks foolish when
peering into a mirror. A woman never
does. It is her unquestioned privilege
to look at herself as often and as much
as she will. Bless her she sees some
thing in the glass worth looking at
A young man, of Cleveland, 0.,
deeply in love with a Jewish maiden
whom he wished to marry, recently re
nounced his Christian faith and em
braced that of his betrothed. It is not
difficult to determine beforehand who
will “ run” that family.
“ Father, did you ever have another
wife besides mother?” “ No, my boy;
what possessed you to ask such a ques
tion? ” “Becase I saw in the old family
Bible, that you married Anna Domini,
1836, and that is not mother, for her
name is Mary Brown.”
Joshua Woodbury made record in
the year 1761 that he had just set out two
apple trees “ for posterity’s sake.” The
trees still stands on a farm at Cape
Elizabeth, Cumberland County, Me.,
and this year bore two barrels of good
apples.
The senior Greek professor in his lec
ture to the jurors the other day, speak
ing of the marriage of Venus and Vul
can, remarked “ that the handsomest
women generally marry the homeliest
men,” adding grimly, “ there’s encour
agement for a good many of you.”—
Amherst Student.
Fight your own batties. Ask no
favors of any one, and you will succeed
five thousand times better than one who
is always beseeching some one’s patron
age. No one will ever help you as you
help yourself, because no one will be so
heartily interested in your affairs. Men
who win love do their own wooing.
This is a cat story from Bath, Me.:
Two kittens were sentenced to be
drowned in the presence of their mother,
whereupon the animals suddenly disap
peared. Two days later the housewife
jokingly said: “If pussy would keep
her kittens from under my feet they
would be safe.” Pussy went out and re
turned with her kittens.
When a man has nothing to do and
doesn’t even know how to do that well
he is apt to sing, “ The World is All a
Fleeting Show,” but it is a pretty sub
stantial old world after all to the man
who has a plan in his head and in his
heart the pluck to make his dream a
reality.
Isn’t it time to Stowe away Uncle
Tom’s Cabin? Or will it run for Eva?
—Ex. You will Degree with us that it
is a play, and as long as play-goers
B-Stowe “ Marks ” of approval it’s
hardly right to perform an au-Topsy on
it. How ’Feelia boys? ’Eva head and
give us some Chloe-sing remarks.—
wheeling Leader.
Lady of the house—“ln the name
of common sense, Molly, how many
pounds of meat have you brought from
the market? I said to bring only two
pounds.” Molly—“ Yes, madam, you
said two pounds, but I understood four
pounds, so I told the butcher six
pounds, but he understood eight
pounds, so I brought ten pounds.”
How sick Clara Morris will feel when
she comes to hear that Mlle. Sara Bern
hardt is having a villa built at Sainte-
Adresse! It is an aggeo eration of
of pavilions and angles of the most
coquettish description. The walls of the
rooms are to be decorated by some of the
master painters, and in the garden there
will be the ruins of an ivy-clad temple
—dedicated to Vesta, Plutus, Eros or
Apollo, the god of the arts.