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A COLLEGE GARDEN REVERIE.
“ L’homme propote, etc.”
Yonder—* atone throw from this Beet of mine—
The grey old college rises through its leaves,
Bright with tht arrowy glinting summer-shine,
Sweet with birds’ Anting ’neath the shadowed
eaves.
How fair, familiar and unaltered still,
That glimpse of roof, tbat sunlit gable end I
Those gay flowers, gemming tbat dtep window sill,
That ivied archway and tbat cloister bend 1
There slopes the lawn away beneath its trees;
There peep again the college walls beyond;
There, ss of old. in white rn*j«.tir as
The hwsuh move, oaring up' the lilted pond.
The giuy-hoatd gaiainiti-r, wiiii hi" ewiugiiig soytiit-
Lo! how ho shakes I lie is too old to mow,
It seems but yesterday I saw him blithe
And young. Ah, well 1 we all must older grow.
It seems but yesterday that here we walked
And sat and smoked, my own best friend and I,
Gay bappy hearted lads, and fondly talked.
And planned our futures and their honor high.
How both would win a fellowship: and he
Should plead and question, wearing wig and gown,
And I should don the sober suit, and be—
Quickly, of course, a shining light in town.
Then came the gold-green June, that somewhat hid
Our wig-and-miter-dreams, and made them
nought,
How fleet and fair the sweet flower season slid 1
How of the present was our only thought 1
How the eld place was changed, and sudden made
Vocal with maiden voices sweet 1
Bright with gay gleams shot down the happy shade,
Flashed through the fair white hands and fairy
feet.
And one there was who drew us to one spot,
And made ua meet—no more in friendship fair,
In love or her, our own love was forgot;
And where she was, there we two always were.
So hate rose up between my friend and me,
poor pretty girl! She could not love us both.
« Ugh 1 win your miter and your wife,” sneered he,
I gibed, and called “ Judge," and made him wroth.
< • • • • •
O friendship, fleeted like this fleeting shade!
O this way planned, O that way acted life !
He lives and grinds In Oxford: I in trade.
He won his fellowship, and I, the wife.
— Temple Bar.
Little Stories from the Scandinavian.
Translated by H. Hanson.
THE UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN.
It is justly said that God, parents and
teachers can never be repaid for the
kindness they have bestowed on any
one. But alas 1 in this world it goes
too often according to the well-known
problem, that a father can easier sup
port six children than six ohildren one
father. Here we have such a narration
about a father who, while living, gave
all that he owned to his children and
expected them to support him after
wards in his old age. Bnt when he had
lived a while with his eldest son he be
came tired of him, and said : “Father,
last night my wife gave birth to a son,
and where your arm chair stood the
cradle must now stand. Will you not
move over to my brother’s ? He has
got more room than I have.”
After a while, the second son also be
came tired of him, and said : “Father
yon always liked a warm room, and I
have the headache from it; would you
not like to go to my brother, who is a
baker, he can stand it better.”
The father went, and after he had
stayed some time, the third son said :
“ In my house we are always running
in and out, so you can never get your
afternoon sleep; would you not rather
go to sister Elma, who lives outside the
city gate ? You will be more quiet with
her.” The old man looked at the clock
and said : “ Very well, I will go and try
and live with my daughters.” Worn n
have generally a tenderer heart than
men. But, after he had stayed a while,
the daughter became anxious to get rid
of him also, and pretended to be very
much frightened whenever her father
had to pass down the high stairway,
either when going to charoh or any-
vrhoro and nnid • “ At sister Mn-
more mercy towards him than his six
ohildren bad shown; there he can sleep
undisturbed. *
THE NOBLE-HEARTED SONS.
Tht re lived once in Stockholm an old
man of nearly a hundred winters. He
was a tailor by profession and had
twelve sods, who all had served under
Charles XIL Once they got a few
days’ leave of absence from their regi
ments to go and see their old father,
whom they found on their, arrival with*
out bread and nearly starving. “Fa-
ther has no bread,” said one of them,
“yet he has given to Sweden twelve
warriors!" Our dear father must be
helped; but how?” “Can’t we find
somebody who would be willing to lend
us a little money?” asked the youngest,
who had a good deal of faith in God
and good-hearted people. “Try to
borrow money, when we have nothing
to give in security 1 What good will
that do?” asked another. “Have we
nothing at all?” asked the youngest;
“ my brothers, I will show you that we
have. Our father is a tailor, and has
carried on his trade a great many years,
and is now about to die of starvation.
This is sufficient proof of his honesty.
We, his sons, have served for many
years in the ranfcs of the Swedish army,
and no one can yet show a stain npon
our honor. Let us give this, our honor,
as security; I think we might borrow a
little money on such a pledge.”
This idea won their general approval.
The twelve brothers wrote and signed
the following letter: “ We, twelve
Swedes, sons of a tailor who is nearly
one hundred years of age, deprived of
the necessary means of support, pray
the directors of the national bank for
the sum of two hundred dollars, to be
used for the support of our old and
helpless father. We pledge our honor
as security, and promise to pay the
above named sum to the bank within
one year. This letter was handed to
the directors. The sum asked for was
given to them, and the letter torn to
pieces; furthermore, the directors prom
ised to take care of their old father as
long as he lived. Scarcely had this
happened before it was made known
through the entire city, and rich and
poor paid visits to the old white-headed
man, and none went empty handed.
The tailor was thus placed in good cir
cumstances, and after his death left a
small capital for each of his sons, a
reward for their filial loye. *
THE LITTLE FLOWER.
How to Keep the Children Pure
“ Will you not use your influence in
trying to deter large boys from contami
nating the minds of small boys?
Things which shonld be told in a whole
some manner and as solemn truths are
distorted into vile shapes, and perma
nent injury is done to children’s minds.
Would it not be better for the body to-
be poisoned than the mind, that parents
might see the'h&rm dose, and thereby
b6 i nabled to use cures and antidotes ?
But I am sorry to that • thiuV the
trouble lies deeper than with th« h;«*
boys. I have been looking around, anu
am quite sure that it does. A jury
might acquit them with the verdict,
more sinned against than sinning. It
is the men that I am coming at, for just
so long as they meet in groceries, on
street corners, and in shops, telling
stories unfit for thenars of their moth
ers, sisters, wives and daughters, just
so long big boys will listen and think it
cunning to emulate the filthy example.
Is it not a terrible thing to look into a
young man’s face and think of the im
purities his mind must be loaded with
unless be h£s strength to east off
the unclean thing and be a nobleman ?”
No subject more vital in,.its bearing
on the morals of the young coaid have
place in this column, says the New York
Tribune, in reply to the above letter.
There are parents who recognize among
the duties they owe their children that
of instructing them with respect to ’he
origin of life. This is left shrouded in
impenetrable mystery, and all manner
of lies are told m reply to the questions
which at a very early age ohildren will
ask. The mother leaves tLis matter for
her daughter to be told about by any
ohance schoolmate, who, with the few
grains of truth she may communicate,
is more than likely to sow tares that
never can be weeded out. The inno
cent-hearted boy learns from his rough
companions what his own father or
mother should have told him with per
fect simplicity and inge uousness, and
learns a great deal that they would never
have had him to know. Truth is sacred,
truth is pure and never corrupts any
one. It is the vile admixture of false
hood with it that contaminates. Every
fact in human physiology can be so
communicated to a pure mind that its
delicacy shall not be in the least of
fended. The time to make these facts
known is wb i n the desire to inquire
into them manifests itself, and the best
teacher is the parent. As between hus
band and wife, so between parent and
child there is no plaoe for shame.
Where virtue reigns shame cannot
One day, two yonng girls went to
town. They were both daughters of a
gardener. Eaoh of them carried a bas
ket full of fruit or flowers. As they m ^y^ith fls parent will instinctively
went along, one of them became dissat- revo | t f rom whatever is vulgar and base
r\t haw hool/Ar • rhfl - > , j • U.
come. . , . ..
A child thus taken into sacred inti-
isfied at the weight of her basket; the
otner went easily, singing all the time.
“ I cannot understand why you sing,”
said the first to her sister; “you are
not any stronger than I am, and your
basket is just as heavy as mine.”
“ The reason is, ” said the other,
smiling, “ that I have put a little
flower in my basket, which keeps me
from feeling its weight. Do you like
wise.”
“ That must be a very costly flower,
said her sister, “ but I should like to
own it very much; please tell me its
name.”
“The little flower,” said the other,
“which makes the heaviest burden
easy, is calLed—Patience.”
Tricks on the Dignified.—It is a sad
sight to see a dignified gentleman go
up to a counter on which there iB a
glass case to pay for something. _ He
espies lying on it, as he fondly imagines,
n. fatherless ten-cent stamp. He
drops his glove on the Stamp, pays his
bill, and picks up his glove, pinching
that part under which the currency is
lying. The glove comes up, but the
stamp doesn’t. He walks away hur-
where else, and said : “ At sister Ma
ria’s you need not go down any steps,
as bSmj lives on the first floor.” The old
man aOu^tted that she was right, in
order that everything should go on
,uietly and peacefully, and went to his
cond daughter’s, VrLvjhe had stayed
couple of days, he /became a burden
her also, and she gave him to under-
atfnd, through a third person, that hoc
ko'ifse, Lciug Lou uesr the wilier, was too
daujp for a man who suffered with
rheumatism; but her sister who was
married to the sexton of St. John’s
graveyard had a dryer and healthier
house.
So he went to the house of his young-
eat daughter, Laurina. He had stayed fled. They don’t like them,
a very short time When her son said to
him: “ Mother told Aunt Hilda, yes
terday, that for you there were no bet
ter quarters than such as father was
digging in the graveyard.” When the
aged parent heard these cmel words,
hu heart broke, and he fell back into
his arm-chair and died. St. John’s
graveyard received him, and showed
and obscene. At every period in the
d- velopment of the young life the
parent should be before everybody else
m preparing and fortifying his son or
daughter against the dangers which lie
in his or her path. There is nothing
that so strongly binds a child to virtue
and honor and chastity, as perfect and
unrestrained intimacy between it and
the father and mother. We are careful
about the sewage of our houses, about
ventilating them, and see to it with
diligence that every nook and oomer is
kept neat and sweet. Let us carry the
same thing into character and open all
the doors and windows of the soul by
total frankness and transparent sim
plicity, that the pure air and sunshine
of heaven may nave access to them
and keep them pure,
One word more. If home is made so
attractive that boys and men prefer it
to the corner groceries, an ounce of pre
vention will be found better than many
pounds of cure.
The Too “Expressive She.”—A
funny incident, which lately occurred
in the gaB office in Chicago, is described
hv the Inter-Ocean. The wife of “
person who oould have taken ifc” “I
beg your pardon ma’am,” said the
stranger, “bat I am no thief. I have
not got yohr pocket-book,” “I’ll have
yonr aneeted and searched” cried the
irate lady. “ As you please,” responded
the man. And as the manat tried to
open the door to oall a -policeman she
discovered her pnrse in her left hand,
The sti anger smilingly listened to a
profuse and prolonged apology.
Capture of a Herd of Elephants
A. ts-Ticspuiiueni of Liuul and Water
tells of the capture, in the Mysore dis
trict, India, of a herd of elephants,
numbering forty-nine head. An irri
gating canal winds through a dense
jungle, at some points approaohinga
small river, at others stretching away
from it into tho jungle. In one place a
bend of the canal forms, with the river,
an inolosure in the shape of a horse
shoe, containing about fifteen aores of
wooded ground. To this plaoe ele
phants resort during the monsoon,
orosing the canal at three or four points
where the banks have become trodden
down by constant use, In order to
trap the entire herd, two lines of chains
were s retched across the river at' the
ends of the horseshoe, and a trench
was dug on the river bank to oat off
escape on that side. The elephants
having crossed into the inclosnre, the
fords were barricaded with coooanut
trees, the canal deepened at those
places, and two deep trenohes cut from
the canal to the river. Fires were kept
up at night on the banks of the oanal.
Meanwhile a deep, circular trench was
dug, and two parallel trenohes were
also dug, leading from the horseshoe to
this small inclosure. Drop gates were
made to prevent the animals leaving
thiB keddah when once they had en
tered it,
A large force of men were now di
rected to drive the herd into the Ked
dah. The first ittempc failed, the ele
phants stampeding back into the horse
shoe after a few of them entered the
inolosure. A second effort was crowned
with success. First came a female with
her calf; then seven other females, and
after a while on came the entire herd
with a rush, males, females, and calves
of all sizes, “ like a herd of rather large
pigs, jostling and pushing one another
through the gate-way.” When the last
was in, down went the gate, and they
were all secured. The oatching of the
elephants one by one was the work of
several days. “ The men ride in among
them on tame beasts, and put ropes
round their legs and necks, after whioh
the tame elephants drag them out in
spite of all resistance, and they are
chained one by one tc trees to be trained
at leisure. They do not mind the tame
elephants mixing with them at all, even
with men on their baoks, bnt they ob
ject strongly to the men on the ground,
who have to pnt on the rapes. The
clever way in whioh the tame elephants
help is wonderful: they move olose up
to the wild ones, and understand how
to put ti eir legs so as to shield the men
from all kicks; they take hold of the
wild ones’ legs and trunks with their
own trunks, and are invaluable.”
gets outside of the shop he swears and
stamps his heel. &nd looks discontented,
and kicks at the boy who wants to know
if he’ll have " the fifth edition.” It is
oruel to play such tricks on thedigni-
—Pereire got a little tired of return
ing the bows of an uncomfortable polite
man in his establishment, and finally
gave the polite man this conundrum,
at point blank range: “Sir, what
would become of the hours if the min
ute-hand stopped to bow to the second
hand every time they met.”
hand. Having occasion to wrif^ her
signature, she changed her pocket-
book to hex left hand, then started to
go out. Noticing that her right hand
was empty, she missed her pocket-
book, and turning to a roughlooking
individual who had been standing by
meantime, exclaimed angrily: “Fu
thank you for my pocket-book, fir.”
Tw,o or three of the book-keepers
rushed out, expecting to see the man
try to escape, but he stood still and
calmly answered: “I haven’t it ma’am.”
“Yon certainty have vl laid it down a
moment ago hero, and yon are the only
—In Brington church are two sepul
chral stones, one bearing the date of
1616 over the grave of the father of
Washington, the emigrant, in whioh
his arms appear impaled with those of
his wife. The other stone covers the
remains ef his unole, and presents on a
bass the simple family shield with the
crescent appropriate to a younger
brother. We have before us a tran
script of this shield, and from it we are
constrained to believe that tli.% United
States flag as seen now very certainly
took its origin. In this shield are five
horizontal stripes, of alternate gules
and white, as are those of the national
flag, while the three stars in the upper
pwwillftvity of
this may not
who care very
rge Washington had a
or not, but then again there
may be others who will not think any
the less of the father of thegreat repub
lic because his ancestors fought against
Cromwell and his Ironsides to keep
Charles’ head upon his shoulders.—St.
Louis Republican.
—A prominent Detriot universalist,
some months ago, married a red-headed
widow’with four ohildren, and last
week remarked to a friend, “1 was
blind when I believed there is no hell.
I see now.”