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VOL. I. The Good and tho 111. peak a hod word and it echoes forever Upward and downward the length of the earth) peak a good word and its music will never Wander away from the place of its birth. J rite a bad sentence and nothing can ban- ish The freshness of words wo Would gladly undo; rrite a good thought and in air it will van¬ ish; The good we must ever and always renew. ALICE’S FORTUNE. BY HORATIO ALGER, JR. I “Sister Theodosia,” said a foe He Voice from tho bod. I The Sister of Charity, a mild-faced Woman of middlo age, answered tho jfcumraons of tho dying man, and ap¬ proached tho bedside. I The dying man was Ilcctor Moritz, a who had fallen from a house which ho was building, a few days bc- and so injured bimsclf that he could not recover. He lived j ist out¬ side tho village of Si. Bubo, with his little girl, Alico, now seven years old. Hri syfe had died three years before, but Alice, child as she was, could make coffee and cook an omelet as skilfully as if she wero twico as old, and had acted as her father’s little housekeeper. So it happened that, being aloue, an unusual affection had sprung up between Alice and her father. Tho Sister of Charily approached tho bedside. The sick man’s face expressed anxiety, and his eye turned from the nurse to his little girl, who was pale and grief-stricken, yet had self-control enough not to betray her emotion lest it should distress her father iu his lust momouts. “What can Ido for you, M. Moritz?” asked Sister Theodosia, in a gcntlo voice. Ilis glance wandered to his little girl once more. “Alice,” he gasped, “provided for.” “Do you meau that you wish Alice provided for?' 1 asked tho sislor, striv¬ ing to interpret his broken words. “Already provided for—money there,” and he pointed vaguely down¬ wards. “Poor man! Ho b waudering in mind,” thought the sister,—for lie was pointing to the floor; but sho thought it best to appear to have uudcistood him. “Yes,” sho said gently, “have no anxiety.” He looked at her wisfully, and then, seeming to think ho was un¬ derstood, he fell back upon tho pillow’ from which he had lifted his head, and a moment after expired. When Alice realized that her father was really dead, she gave way to exces¬ sive grief—so excessive that it soon wore itself out, leaving her pale nud sorrowful. Sister Theodosia took her into her lap, and pressed her head against her bosom in sad compassion, for little Alice was now without father or mother. In duo time Hector Moritz was bur¬ ied, and the next thing to he complet¬ ed was, how should Alico be disposed of? Hector Moritz left two near relatives, both cousins. One of these was a thriv¬ ing tradesman in the next town, a man who had prospered, partly through hb selfishness, which was excessive. Tho other, also residing in the next town, was a poor shoemaker with a largo fam¬ ily, who found it hard enough lo make both ends meet: but was, withal, kind and cheerful, beloved by tho children for whom lie could do so little, and pop. ular in the village. There two cousins met at tho funeral of Hector Moritz. “I suppose Hector diod poor,” said M. Ponchard, the tradsman, a little un¬ easily. “This house is all he owned, so far as I know,” said tho notary, “and it is mortgaged for nearly its value.” “Humph! that is bad for tho child,” said M. Ponchard. “I suppose you wilt tako her home, M. Ponchard?” said tho uotiry bluntly. “Wo all know that you are a prosperous man.” Tho tradesman drew back. “If lam prosperous” he said, “I have had to work for my money. It is all I can do to provide for my own fam¬ ily. I cent support other people’s children.” “Then you won’t do anything for the child?’ “I didn’t say that. I’ll give her twenty-five—nay, fifty francs, That’s all I ought to do.” “And how long will fifty franc3 sup¬ port her?” said the notary disdainfully, for he detested tho meanness of the rich trade-man. “That is not my affair. Sho need not starve. She can go to the alms¬ house.” “Who speaks of the almshouse?” spoke up M. Corbet, the poor shoe¬ maker. “M. Ponchard suggests that Alice go to Up almshouse,” said the notary, THE ENTERPRISE. t “Not while I have a homo to oilor her," said the poor cousin warmly. “flut, M. Corbet," said the notary “yon aro poor. Can you afford, with your many children, to uudortako an additional burden?” “I never look on them m burdens— they are my joy an! comfort,” said M. Corbot. “I cau’t give Alico a luxuri¬ ous home, but such as 1 have sho i3 wol- como to. I am suro tho good God will not let mo star ve, if I undertake tho care of my little orphan courin.” “He’s a fool!” thought M. Ponchard contemptuously. “Hu will always be miserably poor.” But tho notary grasped his hand, and said, — “M. Corbet, I respect you. If you aro not rich in mouey, you arc rich in a good heart, and that is tho best kind of riches." So, no opposition being made, little Alico went homo with the poor shoe¬ maker. As for tho cottage, that was loft in tho hands of tho notary to sell. As already intimated, tjjoro was a mort¬ gage upon it lo nearly Us full valuo, so that it was not likely to bring much over. Wiiat littlo thcro should be would go to Alice. Several mouths passed without any opportunity to sell the cottage. Dur¬ ing that time Alice remained at the house of M. Corbet, treated, I was about to say, like one of the family. This, however, would not be strictly correct. Sho was not treated like one of the family, but better than one of the family; in short, like a favored guest, for whom nothing was too good. But unfortunately at this juncture, M. Corbet fell sick, and having al¬ ways been compelled to live to the limit of his small income, had nothing saved up for the rainy day which had come upon him, aud so tho family were soon in a bad strait. Tho notary heard of it and was stirred with compassion. “If only Alice had something,” he said to Sister Theodosia, whom he met one day at a sick bed; for tho good Sister of Charity spent her time in tending the sick without compensation, “if only Alice had some small property she might come to tho relief of her poor relation.” “And has she not?” asked Sister Theodosia. “Nothing that I know of beyond the house, and upon that there is a mort¬ gage to nearly its full value.” “But her father upon his death-bed told me that she was provided for.” “Did he, iuleel?” asked tho notary, surprised. “Did he say anthing more?” “No, he was unable to; but ho pointed to the floor. I am afraid he was out of his head, and meant noth¬ ing.” “Stop! I havo an idea,” said the notary suddenly. “Can you lcavo for a few minutes, and go with mo to tho cottage?” “Yes, I can be spared for half an hour,” said Sister Theodosia. Together they went to the cottage, which chanced to be closo by. “Now,” said the notary, when they were once inside, “to what part of tho floor did M. Moritz point? Can you remember?” “There,” said tho sister. ‘Very well; we will soon see whether there is anything in my idea. The notary procured a hatchet, aud succeeded after a limo in raising a plauk of the fi >or, Bister Theodosia . looking on, meanwhile, with surprise. But her surprise was increased when on the plauk being raised, a box was discovered underneath. “Help mo lift it,” said the notary. With the aid of tho hatchet, he re¬ moved the cover of the box, and the two uttered an exclamation of surprise whon underneath they found a large collection of gold coins. On the top wa3 placed a sheet of note paper, on which were written those words, in the handwriting of the deceased : “The gold in tliia box represents the sav¬ ings of many years. It is for my daughter, Alice. For her sake I have lived frugally, and I hope it may save her from want when I am gone. Hector Moritz.” “How much is there?” asked Bister Theodosia. “There aro two hundred and fifty Napoleons, These make five thousand francs. Truly, M. Moritz muit have been frugal to save so much.” “Then little Alice is an heiress," said Sister Theodosia. “It is as you say.” “I am very glad, Now she can pay her board to M. Corbet, and he will lose nothing by his kindness.” “I will go tonight and tell him.” The poor shoemaker was Blill sick, and his money had wholly given out, so that the family had had no supper. “I am sorry you are sick, my friend,” said the notary. “Yes, » > laid the poor shoemaker, ! ighlng; “it is unfortunate.” * M. Corbet, you aro a good man, qpd truly charitable. But I have good news for you-” CARNESVILLE, GA„ MONDAY, MAY 12.1890. “Good nows! Well, it could ncvai come nt a better time." “You thought Alico was poor.” “Aud sho is not?” “On tho contrary, sho is an heiress.” '•What do you meau)'' “Her father loft five thousand franc3 for her fortune.” “Is that tru:)’’ a«ked tho slioomakor and his wife, bewildered. ‘■Yes; aud theroforo it is only fitting that sho should pay her board. How long has she been here?” * Four mouths. ” “Seventeen weeks, as father’s executor, I am going to allow you eight francs a week, and you shall undertake to provide hor with a homo and clothing. For sovcntcen wocks, then, that sho has been here I owe you ono hundred and twenty-six francs. I pay it to you at once.” “But it is too much,” said M. Corbet, surveying (lie gold with stupefaction, for lie had never seen as much before. “It is right.” “We are saved!” said his wife, thankfully. “I will go out aud buy somo bread. Childreu, you shall havo some supper." At this there was a shout of joy from the children, aud tears of gratitude flowed down the cheeks of tho poor shoemaker, who pointed to Alice, and said;— “She has brought mo good foriuno.” Beforo the money was half oxpendod, the shoemaker had recovered, and went to work again. Tho eight francs a week he received for Alice proved a gecat help to him, and enabled him to procure more comforts than before. From that time M. Corbet prosperod, and wn3 oven able to savo up monoy, aud all through his unsolfish kindness to little Alico, through whom he be¬ lieves good fortune has come to him and his .—Yankee Blade. Squatter Life in Old Hulk*. In coming across the Hoboken Ferry attention was called by an old Jerseyite to a point on the shore of our neighbor¬ ing Stale. “I often think,” he said, “that many men are like rats, aud love to live in holes and ruins. Up there is a mass of canal boats and river craft, which havo been wrecked beyond all possibility of restoration, and which will bo there until they have rotted away or have been destroyed by the local authorities. Yet, all of those old hulks that aro habitablo are tenanted by squatters, who havo converted the do- caying interiors into quiet, cozy and comfortable quarters. The/ pry no rent or taxes, but vote with great regu¬ larity. Though tho site would seem dangerous, so far as childron aro con- corned, mishaps seldom occur. The young ones aro simply water rats. In summer they are iu tho water four and five times a day, and nrs so tough aud hardened that they plunge in a 3 early as March aud as late as November. It is hardly needful to aid that they aro strong and healthy.” A bystander who heard tho old Jerseyite remarked: “Hoboken dies not monopolize tho business of utilizing wornout hulks for human habitation. Brooklyn in this regatd leads the United States. Thero are homes of this class in the great basins around Gowanus and on Newtown Crock. I think that tho water population of the City of Caurches must be close oa to a thousand. They havo a simple system of repairing the walls and roof of their houses; that is to say, tho s dss and tho docks of their boats. They throw to¬ mato cans into a bonfire until tho solder h melted aud the cau is con- verted into a big sheet of metal. This they nail over any hole, and keep on nailing others until the shell is a verit¬ able tin-clad.’ ’— N. Y. Star. Ironing Hats. “I haven’t had my hat ironed sinco I bought it two mouths ago,” I hoard a gentiemau say as he handed it to tho attendant of a well-known hat store to havo it dressed over. “You seem to have a comraou idea that ironing spoils a silk hat,” replied the hat man. “That is a great mistake. No ono wears a silk hat over a year, whilo the majority of men change with tho spring aud full styles. You might iron a hat every day for six months without svearing off the nap or injuring it unless you should burn it in ironing, which rarely hap¬ pens. Tho leading lint store proprie¬ tors do not care to disseminate much information on this subject because they sell hats with a guarantee to iron them for you at any time free of cost. If it were not for tho common idea that ironing hurts the hat the stores would be clogged with the mere business of ironing hats .”—New York Press. And Not Half Try. Alonzo—Oh, Bessie, I wish I had ability enough to make something of myself. Bobby—Pupa says you have for mak¬ ing a fool of yourself.— Binghampton, Republican. “HOSPITAL BIRDS.” They Do Not Sing, Dut Eat and Drink Heartily. Peculiar Patients Described by a New York Doctor, “Did you ever hear of tlio hospital bird?” remarked a doctor at Bollcvuo to a New York Nats reporter the other day. “Is it a canary or tho lark thnt sings in heaven with its nest upon tho ground?” queried Iho latter. “Neither. The hospital bird is the term wo apply to tlio follows who winter in hospitals and come out of their comfortablo ucsts with tho regularity of tho ilowois that bloom in tho spiing. They manage to be well lodged and fed during tho win¬ ter, aud the clmngo for tho better that comes with tho spring is simply won¬ derful. No matter what tho discaso is, when it is of a medical character, it commences to disappear. ” “But cau’t Doctor Newcomo, the examining surgeons, tell what man should te admitted to the hospital aud what mnu is feigning disease?” “Certainly, but when the hospital bird is admitted ho is sick. It may ho that ho has boon suffering from whiskey or an empty stomach, from cold and ex¬ posure, from tho grip or from any ono of the thousand ills to which flesh is heir. With the exception of rheuma¬ tism there is hardly a discaso in the present advanced stage of medical sci¬ ence that can be successfully simulatad. With rheumatism you have only tho pa¬ tient’s word, except it be of the inflam¬ matory character, to depend" upon. It is not, as a rule, that tho patient does not (fome lioucstly into tho public hos¬ pitals that is the evil, but thnt once iu they slay thcro long after thoy aro cured, occupying beds that should ho at the disposal of others. S.'cing that they aro well cared for and havo noth¬ ing to do thoy make up their minds to stay in as long as thl^ are altowod. These are the kind of patients who tell that wild, weird talo of tho black bot- tie. “Tlio story goc3 that wlicu the at¬ tending physiciaui at-"Bjllovue have a hopeless case or are tired of treating a troublesome patient, they toll the nurso to givo him a dose that will send him to sleep for an eternity, under the pretense that it i3 medicine. Of course, there is not an atom of truth iu this fairy (ale, but what is done with men suspected of being hospital bird; at Bellevue is to send them to the Charity Hospital on Blackwell’s Island or tho Homce ipathic Hospital on Ward’s. In these institutions the food, oxcept where ordcrod by the physician, is plain and coarse, and all patients who are considered able to work for their keep are made to do so. Follows tint we havo had in Bellevua for montln bc- camo cured aud dcmtndcd Iheir dis- charge from these inititutipm in throe d ays. “Although it is extremely difficult to simulate a disease in order to gain ad¬ mission to a public hospital it is quite easy to delay recovery and simulate the existence of sympti mjf-that have long since disappearol. Iur such eases it U quite common to exhaust tho resources of all the disgusting drugi in tho dis¬ pensatory on the hospital bird who ob¬ jects to flying.” “But can lie not bo discharged?” “Certainly he can, hut should tho physician ordering tho discharge mako a mistake he will find, perhaps, his re¬ putation ruined and himself hold up to public censure iu tho newspapers. Naturally ho docs not care to tako tho risk as it is nono of his funeral. “In this respect it is that tho private hospitals suffer more from tho hospital bird of (ho more respectable kind. It is simply wonderful the enso with which doctors grant to private patients, who havo no money letters of admis¬ sion to institutions like St. Luke’s, Iho New York, S*. Joseph’s llosp tal and others. The attending physicians do not wish do discredit the certificate presented, which in many cases aro granted only to get rid of an impecun¬ ious patient. “A great many deserving people com¬ plain of the character of tho food sup¬ plied to patients sent by the Commis¬ sioners of Charities and Correction to the hospitals on Hand all's and Ward’s Islands. It is certainly not equal to that furnished in Bellovui. The reason h simply this: These hospitals receive nearly all cur hospital birds, and if tho bill of fare approached too close to Delmonico’s we would be over.un. With all the care raken to make the outside betier than the in3idetoatramp and a bummer, there is not an hospital from Maine to California in which they do not manage to winter every year at tho expease of tho charitable.” Germany lias fifty manufactories of imitation butfor. The Way Ho Looked at It. A nomadic member of tho tribo of Cherokces, which resido In North Caro¬ lina evon now, hnd wandered far into tho districts of Eastern Tonnossoo. There, as ill luck would have it, ho fell in with a palefaco hunter of soma ro- uown, nouo other than tho vcrilablo Job llunnicutt, of rattlesnake fume. Uumo was scarce. The door had fled to tho valleys below and tho turkeys truly nud veritably roosted high. Ono cold day iu January tho two hunters, worn down to skin and bouo, ended up a hard day’s hunt with a turkoy and a pheasant as tho result of tho day’s lnbor. Tho Indian, disgustod with his hard luck, announced his in- tentiou of returning across tho bordor that uigbt, nud a division of tho gumo appeared necessary. Job declared ho knew how it could bo done. “You take tho pheasant and I’ll tako tho turkey,” lie said, blandly. Tho redskin objectod by grunting. “Well, you old hog,” growled Job, with well simulated nugor, “if that don't suit you, blamo it, then I’ll lako tho turkey and you tako tho pheasant!” But tho ludian was not to be outdone by any of tho white man's linguistic play on words, though ho senreoly un¬ derstood the ingenuity of Job’s arrange¬ ment. “Hihl” ho snorted at last; “you nevor say turkey to mo nary time.”— N. Y. Uvrall. Cnniue Intelligence. A gentleman residing on tho upper part of Summer avonuo i3 tho ownor of a very intelligent G >rdou setter pup, who answers to the name of Juno. She is a sprightly, wide-awake, liani- scmoly-marked creature, keenly alivo to tlio duty of looking after the care of her master’s house aud grounds. About 10.30 o’clock, as her master was preparing to rotire. for tho night, his attention was attracted by tho barkiug of tho dog. Hurrying on a few gar¬ ments, he descondod to tho first floor, when the faithful watch dog met him and, seizing his hand, pullod him toward tho staircaso loading to tho laundry in tho basement. Seeing that something was evidently wrong, tlio gentleman hastily descended the stairs behind Juno, aud following her lo a cl os ;t discovered that a pilo of papers iu one corner were on fire and blazing up toward tho ceiling. It took but a minute to beat cut the flames and placo the hou3o beyond the roach of danger, and then Juno, the faithful dog, cams in for a large share of petting, caress, ing, and extra feeding from her master and mistress. —Newark Advertiser. Tlmo to Interfere. Sam Bolus svas a great, hulking six- footer. Ho had thrcatcnol Dick Ily- aus, who was half his size, so often that ho felt tho time had come to sub¬ stitute acts instead of words. Dick would persist in walking across Ham’s meadow instead of keeping to the king’s highway. One day Bain’s patience gavo out, and seeing a couple of his neighbors watching him, he chased Dick down the road until ho caught him. Then tho trouble hog an. Dick was cornered aud had but one thing to do, and he did that so effectually that iu a twinkling he had big Sam on his back, while ho sat astride on his chest and used nature’s weapons svith might and main. Ham wriggled and twisted, hut found ho couldn’t help himslf, whilo tho laughter of the bystanders did not add to his comfort by any means. Finally lie roared in desperation: “Why don’t you part us? Don’t you soe we’ro killing each other.?” A Variety of Tongues. “Have you ever noticed," said a worldwide travelor, “what a variety of languages one may hear in a day’s travol about New York, and that in an inci¬ dental way, Without socking tho special localities where foreign tongues aro sure to he spoken? Itecontly I spent a day on tho business streets, in tho ho¬ tels and on the elevated road'. In the evening I went to a theatre. During that time I heard conversations in French, German, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Portuguese, modern Greek, Chinese, Bohemian and the rarely spok- Gaelic—this last between two weather¬ beaten hut rosy-cheeked old men, who wero speaking the variety used by tho Welsh, and which is said to bo the pur¬ est remnant of the Keltic used before the invasion of Britain by the Anglo- Saxons.”— N. Y. Sun. A Diplomatic Youth. Chicago Father—You say you lovo my daughter. Eastern feuitor—Yes, sir, passion¬ ately. Chicago Father—How did you stand On the World's Fair question? Eastern Suitor—If any other city than Chicago had got it, I foel that it would have been a national calamity. Chicago Father—Take her. CHILDREN'S COLUMN. BINOINO A hi. T! IK WAT. In the farmhouse door grandmother stands With lovellt fuco and outstretched hands, Wliilo up the road with flying feet Gomes little Marjle, Hushed and sweet; In through the guto sho trips so gay, Singing all the way, singing all the way “Grati’ma,” she cries, “I never missel* Ono word in all the spelling list. Tomorrow I’ll be nt the head, An' teacher praised me when I read, So I came home from school today Singing all the way, singing all the way.” Grandmother kissod the little one, Then wistful watched t he sinking sun, Where, hack of clouds and changing skies, A wondrous city seemed to rise. She’s always glad, that woman gray— Singing all tho way, singing all the way. —George Horton in Chicago Herald. A TRUE INCIDENT. A lady living iu tho vicinity of New Vork, had two pets, ono a large cat with a beautiful striped fur coat, gray eyes, white face, and elegant whiskers. Tho otlior, a small canary bird, An- tagouislio by nuturo, yet being raisod together, thoy became true friends. Tho cat enjoyed tho singing and watchod tho movements of Dick as ho jumped from porch to perch with tho greatest interest. One warm day the lady raised tho window to admit tho balmy air whou tho cage had not boen properly fastouod. Birdie sought its freodom instantly, flew out nud lauded on the grass plot. Quick as thought tho cat sprang for it, spreading her large paws so as not to hurt it, and held it unti* her mistress (who was lamo) came down a flight of stairs to tho relief of both. Whon Dick was within his gilded cago safo and sound, n happier “trio” could not bo found than mistress, cat and bird.— N. Y. Witness. A MARVELOUS ESCAPE. “It was in 1882, on tho 27th of Juno; you willsco, says M. Louise Ford, in St. Nicholas, why I havo no trouble in remembering tho date. “It had been an exceedingly hot day, not a cloud to bo soon, with tho sun beating fiercely down, and not a breath of air stirring. Wo sat out on tho porch after suppor, trying to find a coo! place. The clou Is svero beginning to gather, aud it looked as if there might bo a shower, 'iho tliroo littlo oucs went early to bed, aud in spite of tho op¬ pressive boat wore soon fast asleep. “It couldn’t have boon far from eight o'clock alien I heard a sound which I first thought was thunder. The others noticed it, too, and, as it grow louder, a terrible rushing sound came with it, and wo looked at ono anothor in silonce for a minute, and then ran to where wo could look out westward. “My hoart almost stoppod boating, whon I saw coming toward us with terrific speed a black, funnol-shapo 1 cloud, tho rush and roar accompanying it growing louder ovory minute. “•Run for the cellar!’ I cried. My wife ran and so zed tho buby, and I caught up the two other childreu from tho bed. There was no time to lose. “The ono who first roachod theceilar door—it was ono of the older children —had j mt tiino to seize the knob, nothing more, when—crash! such a terrific noise! 1 folt myself lifted in tho air, aud thought my tiino had come. Tho next thing I knew, I felt the splash of cold water in my fuco. I must have lost consciousness, but the water revived me, anil in a moment I know where I was* I had come down head first into the well! ~- “Tbo water was some ten feet deep. 1 was thoroughly at homo iu tho water, though I wasn’t used to diving iu that fashion, and I managed to right myself and come up head first. “The well was not moro than three feet across, and tho pump had been broken short oil and carrio 1 away, loav- ing a two-inch iron pipe standing straight up in tho middle. “I was very nearly out of breath when I came to tho top of tho water. My hands touched something floating on the surface. I thought it wa3 tho cat; lrnigine iny surprise whon I found it was" Charlie, our live -year-old boy? “Ha svas terribly frightened, and as amazed as I svas, to find himself not alone in tho svell. Tho wonder was that svo were not both of us impaled on that iron pipo; how wo escaped it I cannot understand. “Tho cyclone had passed on, and a terrific, steady wind was blowing. I could hoar it roar abovo our heads; and by the flashes of lightning I could soo that rain fell in torrents. Wo were both so wot wo didn’t mind the littlo extra water that splashed down upon us, and as soon as possible I raised Charlio to my shoulders, and by aid of the pipe managed to work my way up to tho top of the well. This took some little time, and the wind and rain had nearly cease 1 when I set my feet on solid earth again, and found we wore unhurt. Tho Archbishop of Paris has ismed ft decree forbidding cremation, NO. 19. Tho Strength of the Hills Is HU. The Strength of the Hills, inexorable power What might more stern than their graffiti breasts ? Sky-ward in tbeir pride the mountain) tower, Tossing pine-plumes on their stately crests Gray cliffs gleam out from the cliasmi where Sudden the hill-tops wore wrenched opart Leaving the rock In its sternness bare, Strong and silent, the mountain's heart, Above their purple grandeur, lie Whose strength is theirs, unbounded free, Sits in resistless majesty.— Dear heart! Thy grief Jehovah wills, His is the awful strength of hills. The St rength of the Hills, beneficent power Cradling the light on their tender breasts, Gently as mother-germs cradle the flower, Softly as dew on tho violet rests. Hose-lights transfigure the mountains when Noiseloss the cloud-drifts above them part, Halning the sun on their foreheads bare, Light and love to the mountain's heart! Throughout their blossomed beauty, He Whose strength is theirs, protecting, free, Whispers his boundless sympathy.— () Friend, a Father reigns above, The strength of the hills is rest, is love. —Jessie l'\ 0 * Donnell , in Housewife. HUMOROUS. Railroad corporations aro roticont— thoy koop their owu counsol. Whoa a man is under a cloul tho silver lining is generally on tho other aide. “You mako mo tired,” said the wheel to tho whoolwright, as ho unflinchingly hammered away. Bometimos tlio oflico scoks the m n f but generally tho man knows when the office is on his track. Do not regard with suspicion tho man who ndopts an alias. It is a proper ambition in nuy ono to dosiro to make a namo for himself. I’m sure there’s little I would give for The man who from his cares would fly, For When you have nothing left to live for, You still havo something less to die for. Mamma to Maud—Your tastes aro really becoming quite too expensive, my child, ltomomber that fino feathers do not always mako fino birds. Maud—No, mamma; hut you’ll admit thoy make tine bonnets. “No U3C,” said an impecunious debt¬ or to an importunato creditor, “you enn’t get blood out of a turnip." “I know that,” responded tho creditor, “but unless I got this money, I’ll havo gore from n beat.” , Husband—Wouldn’t that tramp eat those pototoosl Wife—No. He said I put too much salt on thorn, and if ho should eat them ho would have to call at tho next house and ask for a drink of water, and he didn’t want people to think he was drunk tho night beforo. . Famous Amazons of Dahomey. Tho Republic of Franco is at war with tho King of Dahomey, and a French newspaper published tho infor¬ mation that a buttlo had beon fought,in which eight combatants wero killed and many wounded. Tho interesting fact in the dispatch lay in Iho last lines: “Among tho deal were found some o! tho fcnralo warriors of tho King ot Da¬ homey.” Who are these Amazons? About one-fourth of tho females are said to bo married to tho fetish, many even before (heir birth, and the re¬ mainder are entirely at the disposal oi tho King. Tho most favored are select¬ ed as his own wives, or enlisted into tho regiments of Amazons, and thou tho chief mon aro liberally sup¬ plied. Tho Amazons form tho flswor of tho army. Thoy aro msrshale 1 iuto regi¬ ments, each with its distinctive uniform and badgos, aud they tako tho post oi honor on tho flanks of tho battle line Their number has boon variously esti¬ mated at from ono to six thousand. Their weapons aro blunderbusses, flnt muskets aud hows and arrows, They aro in part recruitod in a remarkable manner. If a woman in Dahomey has an acrid temper, or if her husband wants to got rid of her, ho honors him¬ self by presenting her to tho King, who, if she has the requisite physical qualifi¬ cations, turns her over to his army offi¬ cers to he drillod as an Amazon. It is said that at tho death of the King a horrid scene ensues. The wives,’ after the most extravagant demonstra¬ tions of grief, attack and murder each other, and remain in an uproar until order is restored by the now sovereign, —Philadelphia Press. Freezing Procoss in Tunnelling. Tho freezing process is being effect* ively used in the cutting of the St. Clair tunnel under tho Detroit River. "Whenever water is met with the freez¬ ing mixture is projected by pipos, and the water and friable debris become solidified, and the work can bo pro¬ ceeded with. The tunnelling is pro¬ gressing at the rate of seven feet per day at each end. The shields are being used, in the hard blue clay, by digging out the centre with pitks, and then pushing them forward eighteen inche| at a time by hydraulic rams.