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VOL. I.
One of the most difficult problems to
solve in Great Britain at present is what
to do with the vast army of young ladies
of good family who are looking for em
ployment. _____________
The French Council has taken oil the
I.egion of Honor list 15? persons who sc
outed their crosses fraudulently, and has
suspended sixtv-six others pending a
more thorough examination.
Confederate money and bonds find a
ready sale at good prices in Nashville
and some other Southern cities, records
the New York World. Many of the
purchasers are curiosity seekers, who
buy the bills for relics, but there are
many other buyers who invest in the
notes in the fond hope that they may
some day be redeemed.
The last Chiuese “census'’ was in
1887, and the population was 319,383,-
500 for China proper, or 200 to the
square mile. For the Empire, 382,429, -
572, or an average of 85 to the square
mile. Rhode Island has 255, Massachu
setts 321, New Jersey 101, Connecticut
128, New York lOOto the square mile.
England has nearly 500. China is a very
sparsely settled country by comparison.
According to the St. .Tames Gazette ,
the British Viceroy of India rules more
subjects than the Emperor of Russia,
the President of the United States, and
the President of the French republic,
taken together; he has more real oppor
tunities of usefulness than President
Carnot or President Cleveland, and his
outward state and dignity in his domin
ions are scarcely less than that of the
Czar himself.
One ease of advertising for a wife has
turned out well, moralizes the New York
Mail and Express, and it was an interna
tional match at that. Miss Gold, of Sus
sex, in England, agreed in that way to
marry a Alississippi farmer i allied
Mitchell, and started for this country on
the ship Scholten. In the wreck of that
steamer Miss Gold behaved so bravely
that Mitchell thought she was worth
going to England for, and so they were
married at the bride's home.
Prof. Blaisdell, of Beloit College,
Wisconsin, has given to the Regents of
Mount Vernon a small volume entitled
“A View of the )Var,” which once be
longed to George Washington. One of
the fly leaves bears the following inscrip
tion in Lord Erskine's handwriting,
addressed to Washington: “It has been
my good fortune through life to be asso
ciated with the most talented and dis
tinguished men of Europe; but you,
sir, are the only human being for whom
I ever felt a reverential awe, totally un
like anything I ever felt for any other
of the human race.”
David Dudley Field has been impress
ing upon a Congressional committee
what he believes to be the unwisdom of
going to Europe for our State names
when we are so rich in the musical words
of the Indian. New Y'ork, he said, was
just about the worst name that could
have been selected for an American
State. President Lincoln, he thought,
ought to have insisted that YVest Vir
ginia was too poor a name with which
to admit anew State, when Cumberland
and Kanawha were so available; and in
steadof New Mexico wc should have had
Montezuma. YVherefore he hopes that
hereafter we will have no such misnam
ings when Territories apply for State
hood.
In 1887 the South made a larger corn
crop than ever before. Fortunate as this
would be under any circumstances,” ob
serves the Manufactures Record of
Baltimore, “it was exceedingly fortunate
in view of the extremely short crop in
the YVest and the consequent high prices.
The increase in the South’s 1887 corn
crop over that of 1880 will keep at leaat
$30,000,000 in that section that would
o civus_ i. " l) , ,
.
the planting season returns it becomes of
great importance that Southern farmew
should be urged to plant more largely
than ever of corn. Before another crop ‘
• raised the ... YVest will be almost bare of
is
corn, and stocks will be at su :h a low
point than an unusually heavy crop for
the whole country would be so greatly t
needed to supply the deficiency of , , 1 ou *<
and to meet current wants that prices
would still continue high, even if the
Tictd be verv lame ® ’ It is verv J im
portant, therefore, not only , , for the ,, good ,
of the South in general, but especially
for the prosperity of the farmers that
they would a<rain b raise a larrre f crop.
The South ought , to do . even better .. _ m .
this line than last year, and Southern
farmers will make a serious mistake if
they • do not plant for a large ki'-„ crop'of
corn and i also r- of r oats. . ,,, \\ e believe that
every paper in the South would do well
to urge this matter upon it readers.”
GRAY, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, APRIL 28, 1888.
THE HIDDEN SPARK.
Chance-sown, upon the wandering aii
Borne by a lawless, plumy sail,
The vagrant thistle down the vale
hays tribute on each laborer's care.
Deep-hid beneath the slumberous pine
Long in its acorn lies the oak.
Yet rises at the woodman's stroke
W here now the sun, life-giving, shines.
Through rough, brown clods of qarliest
spring
The plowman thrusts his eager share;
He knows the grain ho buries there
Its ripened, glad increase will bring.
Germ-liidden in the poet’s heart
A secret power, mysterious, sleepi
It wakens, and a nation weeps,
Swayed by the passion of his art.
- .1/e,'-. D. H. it, Goodale, inlndependt
TO THIS COMPLEXION MUST WE
COME AT LAST.
From Illinois, Iona.
Nebraska, and Dakota,
To Michigan, Wisconsin, too,
And lovely Minnesota;
From Lake Superior's copper air
Through Hoosier Indiana,
To Mississippi's Cotton fields
And low Louisiana,.
I furnish wooden overcoats
To many an undertaker.
The banker, beggar, one and
Tl:e batcher and the baker—
Baker
Butcher and the baker.
From gloomy swamps of Arkans
To sunny South Carolina,
1\ here salty marshes waving yiel
Their rice to Pomp and Dinah!
From yellow orange groves Igo
To purpie fields of clover—
From Florida to Ohio,
I skim the country over,
And furnish wooden overco
To many an undertaker,
For banker, beggar, one and I
The butcher and the baker—
Baker
Butcher and the baker.
J watch the farmer, North and South,
His wheat anil cotton growing;
F rom many a little stream to mout
-I view the rivers flowing;
And every year I scan the woods
To catch the dogwood blooming
First herald of the busiest time
F or burying and tombing:
And laugh and joke as round I go
With many an undertaker,
For he and I must follow- soon
The butcher and the baker—
Baker —
Butcher and the baker.
tillLife is but a running race—
The hind ones and the head ones.
Where many a live man sets the pace
For running after dead ones;
But lie at last shall peter out
And tumble down a-dying,
{■Shall need a wooden overcoat
For wherefore are we crying i
For all the world sha'I peter out,
The butcher and the baker,
The banker and the drummer and
At last the undertaker—
Taker
Ah, there! tho undertaker.
—•The Casket.
SAL AND PETE.
PY A1111 IK (’, M. KKEVEIi.
It was snowing up in the mountains,
fail light, feathery flakes that continued to
so heavy steadily Bat knew it was likely to
be a fall before it stopped.
Sal had been to the stoic and postoffice
at Deer Creek and was in a big hurry to
reach home, because she carried a huge.
yellow envelope directed to her father,
and Sal possessed all the natural curiosity
of her “
sex.
Her way led down the mountain trail
to the distant valley where nestled the
little shanty on her father’s claim.
The claim was a poor one. and Sal's
life had known nothing but
and trials. What mattered a snowy
tramp down the mountain side to hers
She was not afiaid of either bears or In
dians, having been surrounded by them
a good part of her early life.
She was twenty now, a sturdy border
lass, and since her mother’s death had
been her father’s housekeeper, and th^.
small frv at home looked up to her with
all the respect due a mo her.
dressed Suddenly out hunter, in her path strode a man
as a a very fine specimen
altogether of the hardy mountaineer.
“Sal! I’ve been waitin’for you.”
“Have you!” said the girl, in a care
less, independent special tone. “I don’t think
there was any need. I’ve been
over these here roads often enough to
know’em. ’
* "But, Sal. I wanted to see you. par
ticnlarlv. You know very well what I
"ant -what I have waited for so long,
and now—”
“Pshaw! You’ve only known waited!” me two
years; dreadful while you've
“ i Jiundeiin long to me, when evo.iv
thing is ready and there ain’t a bit of
sense of your ciingm’ to your father so.
-faint‘cordin to Scripture no how.”
“Seems to me you forget about the
‘Honor tiiy father and mother,’ I’ete.
don't you? TVhat’s the odds if you do!
I know that father cant spare me yet
awhil( , Poor fuller!'
“Oh. yes, all ver pity’s spent on the old
man,” growled Fete, “it’s always to be
*o, I reckon. IIow many years do you
calculate will let you off, sal?” little
oj don’t know, not until the ten
year-old Mary can take my place— about
eight years, I low.”
“‘GreatScott! well both lie dead be
fore that time.”
“Maybe so,” sa d Sal. carelessly.
“You a ; n - t got no heart ’tell.” ex
claimed her lover, angrily. ••You're
jist like flint. Reckon I’d better look
up another girl."
Sal’s face was turned toward home
and away from him. She grew a little
paler, but in all that snow Pete never
could have seen it. She answered,
readily:
“It, will show your sense.’’
“We’ve reached the divide,” he said,
hoarsely; “my way leads off from yours.
Good-bye, Sal.”
That “Good-bye, Pete.” for
was all. Sal hurried swiftly
ward down to the little-shanty, where,
in the windows, she could see so plainly
the children's bobbing heads.
“Oh, Sal!” they shrieked in a chorus,
as slic opened tho door. “Guess who’s
been here?”
“I don’t, know. Where’s father?”
“lie’s down in the valley with the
stranger man, somebody or other from
tho States,” explained Joe, who was
twelve, a very important youngster, in
his own estimation, at least.
“I’ve got a letter for father. I wish
he’d come. Did they expect to go far
in this storm? See how much fiercer it
grows!”
The night crept on and the eagerly ex
pected father did not come. I’d
“He’s been gone so long better go
and see if anything could have happened.
You children keep up the lire, and Mary
can set out the supper.”
Then Sal threw her shawl over her
head and went out into the furious storm
that was increasing in violence every
moment.
“Poor father, maybe, ho had a drop
too much. I do hope he ain’t tried to
reach Deer Creek. Who could the
stranger be the children speak of? Some
prospector, Three likely." lolling in
hours later the men
the bar-room at the main hotel in Deer
Creek were startled by the sudden open
ing of the door, to beiioUl Sal, white as
one dead, covered with ice and snow,
standing “My God! on its threshold. happened, Sal?”
what has
cried more than one.
“Murder!” was the hoarse reply.
“Murder? Where—who—”
“My father—oh, wait!” struggling to
speak clearly, “down near the divide.
Come!”
“Wait, my girl, you'll freeze,” and
John Pohl snatched off the wet shawl
and flung a warm, soft blanket around
her. “You just stay here and let me go."
hands. But she struggled out of his detaining
“Maybe your father was jist lost in
the snow, lass.”
"I toll you he was murdered. I
struck a match. There’s blood all over
his bosom. -Shot!-shotl Oh, who could
have wished to harm my poor old father?”
Her story was true; with great cl i Hi -
c-ulty was he found nearly buried in the
snow, and carried to his home to startle
the terrified children half out of their
senses.
8al was calm; afterward she wondered
at her own control. She quieted the
off wailing children, coaxed the smaller ones
to bed and sat, before the fire in a
dazed, colci way that troubled two of
their kindly neighbors greatly, who sat
back and talked in low tones of the
strange, uncalled-for crime.
“An honester. better fellow never
lived. Poor Tom! Who could have
wished tor kill him?”
It was the boy, Joe, who suddenly
cried out iu startling, convincing tones:
"The stranger, Sal 1 (ho stranger that
wore a fur overcoat and gloves.”
“Describe him. .Joe ?”
“I don’t know as I kin, but he had
dark eyes and a beard, and father seemed
much taken with him. They laughed
and talked about some property back in
the States, and the man had a bottle and
they drank several times, then went out
together.”
-‘Would you know him agin, my boy?"
“Yes.” said Joe, “he had a red scar
near the corner of his eye, his left eye,
1 remember.”
“We’ll find him, if lie’s in the land
°T the living.”
The next day a party of men set out
over and across country in search of the
stranger. In the afternoon others assist
cd at the quiet funeral, and not until
nightfall did Sal remember that letter.
She took it from her pocket and tore
it open and read :
To Thomas Shki.don- on His Heirs:—
You are hereby notified that an estate awaits
you Greenfield, Noland County, State
° f “k /S,
Feb. •.>:>, Mm , Attorneys at Law.
IBS—
“Oh!” said Sal, wonderingly, “what
does it mean? An estate!”
“I know,” said twelve-year-old Joe,
“it's money land. Oh, Sal, if father
had only lived? He hated being poor
worse 1 n any of us. 11
“and “I suppose I’d better write,” said Sal,
tel ’em there's no longer any
Thomas Sheldon, but there’s some six
heirs.”
Sal wrote in a big. school girl hand, a
simple knew statement of the facts, but she
an answer could not be expected
short of two weeks,
In the meantime, the men who had
gone out looking for the strange man
that Joe had described, failed to find
him and returned-disheartened. The
mystery of the murder seemed impossible
to umavel.
Sal still clung to the rude shanty and
anxiously thought about her letter, while
rounding the people in Deer ( reek and the sur
valley offered her plenty of
places to work.
“She’s proud, an she ought to starve,”
said more than one, “but I do pity them
little children.’
One day lucre came to Deer Greek a
tall, hare L ome man who inquired for
Miss Sb-klon.
I be men rc , , ° a0b , ° ther blankl
until raid: F
some one
“ Oh, the Dickens! the fellow means
Sal. J ll jKjint . , you out where , she’s ter
be found.
The supper of mush and milk was on
the little table when tbestrargerknocked
at their door. Sal opened the Moor and
admitted him.
“ l came,” he began, courteously, “in
reply to your letter. Came to tell you
of the big fortune that is yours, as next
of kin to an uncle who recently died,
and to take you all back home with mo
—i! you will go—to such a home as you
could hardly picture, that is all your
own.”
Sal hesitated; she knew the need of
money; she had long known pinching
want, but she loved the mountains and
the valleys where she had lived so long
— and there was Pete.
She hesitated only an instant, the
faces of the children, eagerly expectant,
decided her.
“ We can be. ready anytime—to-mor
row if you’d rather.”
“ To-morrow it is, then; we will stop
at the nearest town, and you can get any
thing you need for the long journey."
He did not linger, but joinc 1 bis guide
to return to Deer Creek for the night,
and learned for the first time the story of
the murder.
“You don’t say! How strange! Who
could have wished liis death? Poor fel
low-, with a hundred thousand dollars
waiting for him. But dog.” Tom Sheldon al
ways was an unlucky
Sal had hoped to see Pete before she
left, but he failed to put in an ap
pearance. “Oh, well, what's the odds? reckon
1
he’s found his other girl by this time.
Come children 1 are you all ?”
Four years later.
Deer Greek was a big mining town
now, and even Sal herself, walking its
handsome streets could barely recall old
landmarks.
If the town had changed, no less had
Sal, in her dress, her walk, seemingly hand
her entire self. She had been a
some lass with a strong, free step. She
was now a very pretty lady, elegantly
and gracefully attired. Joe, tall and
awkward, walked at her side.
“How strange it all seems ‘little
mother’,” lie said, fondly. and “The rude
shanty where we lived where you
toiled so long; and then poor old father
had to be killed—don’t I wish I could
find that man!”
“I’d like to walk down the old road,”
said Sal, “it is less changed than tho
town. It was here I said good-by to I’ete.
I wonder where he is."
but “He he was a rough, good enough good hearted for chap,
wasn’t you, not
half.”
His companion did not answer, and
Joe continued:
“I’ll tell you what, if you’ll sit down
here and wait forme, 111 go down to
v here the old shanty stood and look
a little.” and PaUfclt
The clay was lovely, old
memories stirred anew,
“Oh, Pete!” she thought, “you never
knew how much I loved you. Did you
find that other girl, I wonder?”
As if in answer to her unspoken
thought, Pete stood before her.
“Sal 1 I suppose its really you, though
the folks call you now -Miss Sheldon.’ ”
“Oh. Pete! where did you come from?
I thought--”
“That you’d never see me any more?”
“Yes, and,” trying to smile, “where’s
your other girl, the one you went in
search of?”
“I never found her, Sal. I couldn’t,
having known you. I went in search of
something "What, else.” Pete—wealth?”
“5 es—and your father’s murderer. 1
didn’t find much wealth, I’m an unlucky
chap, as you know, but 1 found him.”
“Oh, Pete'”
“Yes, an’ he owned up to llie whole
found thing. He was on his dyin’bed had when him 1
him—another fellow put
there, I didn’t have that honor. But lie
said that aside from your dad and you
children, he was next of kin, and would
come in for the whole, if you were never
found. He thought from what the
old man said that he had the letter on
his person—that letter you got and kept,
So he jist meant to kill your father
and answer the letter that he was dead
and had left no heirs. He committed
the cowardly deed, but failed to find the
letter, when he«fled. That’s all, but it’s
the truth. I followed him for two years
Torn I found him.”
“Dear, faithful Pe,te! I am glad to
know the truth at last.”
“You re fine fojks now, you dress like
a lady and talk like one, but I’m glad
I’ve seen vou once more anyhow.”
mC U y °" W, ' 8h ’
1 ete > always.
“You don t mean it, Sal, you cant? ,
in . overjoyed tones,
“Yes, Ido. I he children and [ are
homesick for the mountains, and are
coming to stay.” hack and Oil,
“Coming liitlc to lass! me. inspite >.al, of
my own mountain
the fine clothes.”
“You 11 get use to them in time, and
you’ll not find my family troublesome;
they’ve enough money to be independent.
Here comes Joe; see how tall he is ’
Yankee Etude.
Substitute for the Chestnut Dell,
A Philadelphia Call reporter byacci
dent had a glimpse of “the latest” sub
stitute for the chestnut bell. Standing
near him, nt the corner of Eighth and
Chestnut streets, was a group of men,
one of whom was engage! in spinning followed a
yarn, and a shout, of laughter,
immediately by a query of “Where d'ye
get it?” attra ted his attention just in
time for him to see a portion of an iri
nocent, respectable looking necktie worn
by position one of them slip hack into card' its proper
andthus cover a upon
which is inscribed: “You tel! it nice’ - or
any other appropriate slang phrase which
th« the wearer wearer wishes wishes to to place ntacc there, there, a set
of them being sold with the tic.
owner had to explain the intricacies of
the noveltv " for the benefit of his friends,
an( i thev a u started off to make an in
vestment.
sailors During the last ships sixteen years been lost
on British have
sea.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
handle. . _ • things always by the smoot
willingly. Nothing is troublesome that we do
A gracious man assigns inferiority to
no one but himself.
How much pain tho evils have cost
that have never happened.
There is nothing cither absolutely good
or absolutely bad in this world.
Feebleness of means is, in fact, the
feebleness of him that employs them.
When angry, count ten before you
speak, if very angry, count a hundred.
the Extraordinary punishment afflictions arc not always
of extraordinary graces.
Happy the child who sows the good
and the true. Tlio harvest will not fail
him.
Desire is a treo in leaf, hope is a tree
in fiower, and enjoyment is a tree in
fruit.
In an angry moment a ntan may do
what a lifetime of repentance cannot
undo.
Be content to do things you can, and
fret not because you gninot do every
thing.
To look at everything in a gloomy
light is silly, in a roseate line is a de
lusion.
Weak characters never show any de
cision, except when they commit some
act of stupidity.
In some instances jealousy is a sign
love, but it is more frequently proof
overwhelming egotism.
praised, Magnanimity, which is so highly
of pity usually consists of a good deal
and a little contempt.
We are always casting the shadow
our life upon some one, always helping
or fluence. hindering some weaker one by our
A Couple of Tiger Pets.
It was my good fortune to see more ol
tame tigers in India than falls to tho lot
most persons. There are many men
who have shot tigers, but my opportuni
ties for taking care of them and observ
ing them in a state of captivity friend, were Bajah al
most Burdwan, exceptional. has My good the menagerie
of a very
in the gardens of one of his summer
palaces and we used frequently to meet
there and go around and inspect the ani
mals. The Bajah had little difficulty in
procuring which tigers, leopards and hears, of
arc to be found in many parts
his extensive estates, But the best of
his tigers wetc two which had been pto
CurPdfrStn the Thvrvwiee of W f tflw c *
One of these was called Vizcer, and
the other had received the name of
Bheem, because tho natives said he was
Hindoo and would not eat beef. Bo
Bheem lived chiefly on goats’ flesh, while
Vizcer had no scruples as to what he
would not eat. The real difference be
tween them was this. Vizcer was caught
when he was full grown and had for a
kill long whatever time been obliged to hunt for Bheem and
he wanted to cat,
was captured when very young, and had
been brought up by hand on a milk and
rice diet, which had been changed to
cooked goats’ flesh when he grew up.
Bheem had never tasted blood or taken
and life. patted He was by accustomed the to be petted in
fact, beautiful big keepers, and was,
a cat,
Vizcer was a very different character,
lie was a very large and beautiful animal.
It was the custom to give him occasionally
a pig or a goat health to kill, as it is almost which has es
sential to the of a tiger,
fed on wild animals of his own killing,
that he should sometimes taste fro-li
blood, and cat some of the flesh with the
hair on it, Vizcer used to be shut up iu
the inner compartment of his den, whilst
the pig was let down through a grating
in the roof into the outer compartment.
Before the pig had time to understand
the situation, the door of the inner den
his opened, and Vizcer sprang out. With
fore-paws be seized the pig, closed and the
its next moment the huge jaivs over
neck, so that death was instantaneous.
Vizcer never relaxed lii.s hold until he
had drained the blood from his vietim's
body. He would sometimes at once
ham proceed to eat a hind leg, carving the
with his sharp teeth and bristly
tongue as neatly tu a rook could have cut
it with a knife. Vizcer would then com
pose himself to sleep, and in the course
of the following night he would grad
ually consume the rest of the carcass;
after which he would not care to be
fed again for two or three days
Garnett's Magazine.
Changes In a Man's Skin.
A curious case has just turned up in
8an Francisco. Henry Stayab, for this
is the peculiarity. subject’s name, possesses whole weeks a won
derful For his
complexion is of a light ordinary yellow, resem
bling that of his an skin will Spaniard.
Then suddenly that his friends turn to an
Ethiopian black, so can
not recognize him, except by his clothes.
It. has been noticed that when wearing
the light complexion he is jovial and
fond of society, but when black he pulls
his hat do.vn over his eyes, becomes mor
ose and seeks to avoid recognition by his
friends. The doctors are puzzled over
this strange phenomenon.— P'dishunj
Post.
To Next Year.
O longed-for of my weary soul, Next Year!
O year when bachelors secure may rent!
Would 1 could sleep, and wake to find you
here; would live
Then peace again within my
breast!
In his own hands again, in ’Eighty-nine,
Will each man hAld his matrimonial fate.
And girls who fain woull wed must then re
I don’t complain that any have aspired
Mg happy unwed freedom to abate.
No; it's of leap-year jokes will my soutistired—
In Eighty-nine these be out of date
—Itarper's Bazar.
NO. 25.
■FOT WOULD YOU TAKE I-OR HE."
Bho was ready for !>ed and lay on my arm.
In In*.- little frilled cap so lino,
With her golden hair falling out at the edge
Like a circle of noon sunshine.
And 1 hummed the old tune of “ Banbury
Cross,”
And “Three Mon who put out to Sea,”
When she speedily said, as.shoclosed her blue
eyes,
“ Papa, fot, would you take for me 1”
And I answered: “A dollar, dear little
henrt,”
And she slept, baby weary witli play,
But I held her warm in my love strong arms,
And I rocked her and rocked away.
Oh, tho dollar meant, all the world to nr*
The land and the sea and sky,
The lowest depths of the lowest place
The highest of nil that’s high.
The eities, with streets and palaces,
Their pictures and stores of art,
I would not take for one low, soft th
Of my little one’s loving heart.
Nor all the gold that was ever found
In the busy, wealth-finding past,
Would I tako for one smile of my
face, >
Did I know it must be the last.
So I rocked my baby and rocked away,
And I felt such a sweet content,
For the wfc-ds of tho song expressed to me
more
Than they over before had meant.
And the night crept on, and I slept and
dreamed .
Of things far too glad to lie,
And I wakened with lips saying close to my
ear,
“Papa, fot would you take for me ?”
1
PITH AND POINT.
A cold doaler—The ice man.
A stable character—The groom
One of the teachers recently asked a
pupil what lbs. stood for. “Elbows, I
guess,” was tbc unexpected reply.
Minister—“Well, Boby, what do you
want to be when you grow up? ” Bobby
(suffering from parental discipline)—
“An orphan.”—Aew York Sun.
Whatever pleases people's tastes
Is said the bun to take;
Tho baking pan, however, seems- I
To always take tho cake.
— Siftings.
Customer (to boy in cigar store)—• look
“Your five and ten cents cigars a
good deal alike, sonny. What’s the dif
ference between them?” Boy—“Fi*
cents.”— Epoch,
“ Your husband is a sell-made man, I
believe,” remarked a gentleman she replied, to a
Congressman’s wife. “Yes,” pride;
her plumage puffing up with
“yes, ho is the anarchist of his own
fortune.”— Washington Critic.
“I was completely carried away with
your sermon this morning, Brother
Brighton,” saida leading somnambulist
to bis pastor. “Ah, yes,” replied the shep
herd; “so I observed. Into dreamland,
too, wasn’t it ?”—Detroit Free Press.
St. Louis Swain (returning from the
opera)—“ Well, Miss Bhawsgardcn, did
you enjoy the opera?” Miss Khaws
garden—“Ob, very much, indeed; but
1 think, Mr. Swain, that charging you
fifteen cents a pint ”—New for peanuts York Hun. was sun
ply outrageous! University
A lecturer on optics, at the
of Texas, in explaining the mechanism
of the organ of vision, remarked : “Let
any man gaze closely into his wife’s eye
and he will sco Here himself the so lecturei’s exceedingly voice
small that—”
was drowned in shouts of laughter.—
Siftings. opened
When Dublin Cathedral was
after restoration at tho expense of a Mr.
Wise, the Archbishop took for his text:
“Go thou and do like Wise.” Not to
he outdone a clergyman in his diocese,
when opening a church built by a brewer,
said that his text was to bo found He
brews xxx .—New York News.
When wo look on lovely which women, she's dros
And tho style in
We think of far Arabia.
Of “Araby the Blest.”
And for tho simple bids her reason
That fashion wear
A dromedary hustle
And a suit of camel’s liair.
Boston Courier.
One of our bishops when pastor at
Stamford, Connecticut , asked a little boy
inflicted with an impediment of speech
how he would like to be a preacher. w-w-w-would Tho
little fellow the replied: ji-p-poundiug “IT and the
1-1-1-likc
h-b-hollering, b-h-but the s speaking Chris
w-would b-b-b-b-bother m-me!”—
tian Advocate.
Sagacity of Animals.
A St. Bernard dog at Muscatine, la.,
rescued a two-year-old from two angry
fighting boars toward which tho
youngster was unsuspectingly toddling.
A half-grown deer at Orovillc, Cal.,
attacked two young ladies, butting
savagely with its horns. They suc
ceeded in tying it to a tree with a halter,
but their bustles were in a badly de
moralized condition.
The female of a pair of affectionate
marmosets died. It xvas some time be
fore her mate could convince himself that
she was dead, but when he did he re
fused all food, and in three days died of
sorrow.
A sick eat. in a Missouri town walked
into a drug store, and after snuffing
around among the jars and packages gnawed
picke it, 1 out a paper day of catnip she returned and for
open. Every
some of it until cured.
A frog in a New Haven aquarium has
been trained to lie on his back in the
water, feigning death until his master
the arSMfii and ui'rUs off
meat swims with it.
Australia now exports oranges to Eng
land.
