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VOL. I. The Right Will Right ItseU. When overcome with anxious fears, And moved with passion strong, Because the right seems losing ground And everything goes wrong, How oft does admonition say: “Put trouble on the sbelf; Truth will outlive the liar's day, And Right will right itself!” By all the triumphs of the past, By ali the victories won, The good achieved, the progress made Each day from sun to sun; b spite of artful ways employed By perfidy or pelf, Of one thing we can rest assured, The Right will right itself! mvliaken in our faith and zeal, ’Tis ours to do and dare, To find the place we best can fill, And serve our Maker there; For he is only brave who thus Pnjs trouble on the shelf, And trusts in God, for by III aid The R’ght will right Itself. — [Jvscphiue l’ollaid in the Ledger. WHAT THE WOMEN HID. BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES. It was one of those June days when the wild roses dye all the woods witli deepest pink and the farmer begins meditatively to decide which of his fields wilt first he ripe for the glitter¬ ing scythe. Mr. ChipflcUl sat by the window, with his farm calendar and account* books piled upon the low wooden sill, a stumpy pen in his hand and a cone- shaped glass inkstand on the table be¬ fore him. A close prisoner within his house from acute rheumatism, he yet ruled his domain with a rod of iron, and boasted that everything on tho farm went by clockwork, the same as if ho were able personally te supervise it. He was a smali, sallow man with bead-like black eyes, close-cut hair and a grim, Napoleonic jaw. By the opposite door sat Mrs. Chip- field, a clean gingham apron tied hur¬ riedly over her charming costume, while Joanna, her red-cheeked sister, leaned over the hack of her chair. The minister stood in the middle of the room, a paper in his hand. “It’s a very commendable purpose, Brother Chipfield,” said lie. “These poor creatures have long needed a chapel in their midst, and it’s an out¬ rage longer to neglect it. How much shall 1 put you down for?” “For nothing at all,” said Mr. Chip- field. “Eli?” said the minister. “I c'.n't afford no such luxury as domestic missions,” said Mr. Chip- field. “Times are hard. Farm pro¬ duce is low. No, you needn't put my name down at all, parson.” Mr. Clover turned to Mrs. Chip- field. “Generally,” said he, “the ladies are more generous. What will you give me, Sister Chipfield?” “I haven’t a cent to give,” faltered Mrs. Chipfield, with au appealing glance at iter husband. “Chipfield buys every yard of calico I wear and gives me every cent I send out for yeast.” The minister looked very grave. “And you, Miss Joanna?” said he. “I’d give you a hundred dollars.Mr. Clover, if I had it, cried Joanna, blushing to the roots of her shining, chestnut brown hair. “But the poor¬ est beggar in the city streets ain’t poor¬ er than I am.” “Ilnmph!” said Mr. Clover, “where shall I find Mr. Zephaniah Gedney?” There was a moment’s silence. Mr. Chipfield stared straight out of the window. Mrs. Chipfield turned her face away. Joanna Gedney was the one to speak at last. “4Ve don’t know,” said she. i “He went away this morning. Seth told him he wouldn’t have him idling round the rlacc no longer.” “I suppose lie would have worked if he could find something to do,” said Mr. Clover. “This ain't no house of refuge for all the drones in creation,” said Mr. Chipfield, with the Napoleonic jaw set square and firm. “Them that won’t work, neither shall they eat.” Mrs. Chipficld's apron was at her eyes. Joanna bit her lip. The minister gathered his papers to¬ gether and departed, not greatly en¬ couraged bv tho success of his mission in this especial household. ‘What are you standing there for, Mary?” said Mr. Chipfield, harshly. “Ain’t that there churning sp’iling? Go and drive the red calf outen the truok-garding, Joanua, as quick as you can!” “Seth,” cried liis wife, with a sud¬ den accession of courage, “I wish you’d do like Squire Staples, and give me an allowance, that I cou'd maybe save out of.” “And 1 wish,” valiantly added Jo¬ anna, “that you’d pay me fair wage* for what I do in this house over and above my board’s worth. 1 declare, I f»4 JiwttWw » paper Hut row I'* THE ENTERPRISE. Seth Chipfield snarled like an ill- conditioned dog. “IJocnuse Squire Staple* is a fool,” said he, “that’s no season I should be one. And as for yon, Joanna Ged- ney, if you don’t like stayin’ in my house on these terms, you can leave it. It passes me wliat use yon wo¬ men can have for money. You’d only waste it if you had it. I can’t trust neither of you with no sum bigger •ban a dime!” Joanna’s eyes flashed. “You’re a mean, stingy miser, Seth Chipfield!” said she. “Mary is tied to you. She can’t go and leave you, but I can, and I will! And if you want a drudge in your kitchen after this, you can hire one!” Joanna Godncy was as good as her word. She left the house that even¬ ing, blit on the morrow she was obliged to return to her sister’s aid. Seth Chiptielil’s ailment had suddenly taken an inflammatory turn. He was confined to his bed, helpless as a log. “It’s a judgment on him,” said the girl. “Oh, Joanna, don’t talk so!” said meek Mrs. Chipfield. But through all his pangs and tribu¬ Seth adhered to his financial policy and dealt out t:ie funds, penny by penny, as they were needed. “Women liain’t no business idees,” said he. “You need to treat ’em jest like they was children. Mary wouldn’t know what to do with a big sum of inonov, if she had it. As for the farm, if Peter Prickett can’t come to look arter it, I s'pose you’ll have to send for Zephaniah again.” “Zephaniah’s clerking it, down at the now store,” said Joanna, who just then came in with a howl of chicken broth. “What new store?” “One that they’ve opened down at the crossroads.” “A pretty clerk they’ll have,” snarled Seth. “I’d advise ’em to get ready for bankruptcy, an’—owl there’s no need to scald a fellow’s throat with your boiling hot 6tuff, Jo¬ anna! Who’s been fool enough to open a store at Hawley’s old stand? Whoever it is ’ll make a dead failure, that’s sartain I” “They say it’s doing a good busi¬ ness,” observed Joanna, stirring the broth around to cool it. “Don't you never believe ‘they say!”’ growled Seth. The next day bad tidings came to them. The Necker Banking Com¬ pany, in which Chipfield’s little sav¬ ings were invested, had "clo ed its doors. The Wilding Iron Syndicate, to join which he had mortgaged his farm, had doserted its shafts, left its derricks standing like skeletons against the mountain 6ide and dis¬ solved into thin air. Setli heard the news silently. “Mary, ’ said he, “give me the old pistol that belonged to ’ r .t-uncle Jeduthnm. I may as well c.ean and oil it, lyin’ here with nothing to do.” “I won’t give it to you, Seth Chip- field!” said hi* wife. “I can read your eyes, if I can’t trust your voice; and you shan’t have Great-uncle Jedti- thum’s pistol!” Setli turned his face aside. A tear, salt as the Dead Sea and hitter as gall, crept down liis wrinkled face. “If a man’s ruined,” said he, “the best thing he can do will bo to die! Oh, what a fool I’ve been—wiiat a fool!” Joanna Gedney watched him in- tentlv. “I guess likely yoji wish now,” said 6he, “you’d subscribed somethin’ to Mr. Clover’s mission, and laid pipes to the. well to save Mary carrying water up the hill, and bought her the black silk gown she wanted—” “Don’t! Joanna!” pleaded Mrs. Chipfield. “Yes, I do,” said Seth. “There, now—1 wish it like all everlasting! The old farm will have to go, Mary. You and Joanner ’ll have to go out service, and me— Well, there’s always the town-house for me. I’ve brought it on myself!” “Setli,” cried Mrs. Chipfield, “don’t take on so! The farm won’t have to go. Me and Joanna will take care o' that. And there ain’t no question of the poor-house for you. Tell him, Joanna—toll him what we've done!” “It was my plan,” said Joanna, “hut Mary site joined into it, and Zephaniah he backed us up. It’s our store down at the Cross Roads, Seth, and I bought the goods down in Phila¬ delphia, and hired the house and Zephaniah in to clerk it. And doubled our money a’ready, Setli, all you used 60 often to declare women hadn’t no business ideas; we’ve done a capita! business in cali- coes at.d crockery and canned things and Yankee notions. Add we’ve paid Lgck ali we borrowed of Squire ples, and got a nice little sum mens? in tiw bmk ftWr-wr CARNESVILLE, GA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6.1800. money, Seth, that wo don’t have to go begging to no man arter. And you needn’t fret about the mortgage and the Wilding Company and (lie pooi- house, for Mary and me will take eaiQ of you I” Setli Chipfield gave a little gasp. “You—ain’t—jokin’— bo — you?’ said he. “I’ll show you me oank-hooks, if you want,” said Joanna, briskly. “Ah, Seth, you never had no respect for what you used to call our money faculty, hut Mary and I know what colors women liked in their gowns, and what the best brand in flannels was, and which pattern in bowls an ! tea saucers was fancied most at Hill Hollow! Wo ain't a bad pair of mer¬ chants; give us plenty o’ money and discretion combined to use.” Mary Chipfield looked wistfully at her husband as Joanna went away to produce the vouchers for tier words, in the shape of leather-hound bank¬ books. “Seth,” faltered she, “you ain't mad with me, ho you? But Joanna, she planned it a’l out, and 1 was so put to it for a little money to spend _it “Mad with you?” repeated Setli. “I’m mad with myself. I jest wish I could undo all (lie last ten years!” lie lay quite silent for 6omc time. Then he spoke up. “If I had jest a hundred dollars left outen the ruin,” said he, “I know what I’d do with it.” “What?” asked Mary, who was si¬ lently rubbing his pain-swollen joints with liniment. “I’d send for the parson, and give it to him for that ’ere mission. When a fellow lias turned his hack on the Lord he can’t expect the Lord to look out for him.” “There needn’t be no ‘if’ in the matter, Seth,” said his wife. “Me and Joanna will draw out the money you want any time you say.” “Yes, that we will,” acquiesced Joanna, eagerly. Seth Chipfield lifted his eyes re¬ morsefully to her face. “Y’ou ain’t following my examplo,’* said he. “I wouldn’t let you have nothin’ to subscribe.” Joanna laughed cheerily. “We’ll iet bygones he bygones,” said she, “if only you’ll own up,Seth, that women can manage money.” And Seth “owned up.”—[Saturday Night. __ A Market for Old Postage Stamps. There is an asylum for orphan girls in Loci i, Switzerland, which finds a market for- all the old postage stamps sent to it. Nearly everybody far and near acquainted with the fact sends to the asylum his or her second-hand stamps, and, for the information of those who are ignorant, a circular is issued calling for the contribution of stamps and also setting forth the uses to which they are applied. Hare stamps, of course, go to dealers or col¬ lectors, while the commoner sorts arc applied to decorative purposes, being used to ornament; ereens, shades, etc., and even, so says the circular, to paper rooms. Over a million of stamps were re¬ ceived by the institution from ail over the world in 1888, and a considerably larger number last year. The stamps are assorted hv the children and put up in packages of 50 or 100 each. Those collected in 1889 were sold for 120C francs or $240, and those of last year for $260. This may not seem much to Americans, hut money goes further in Switzerland than here. Persons, therefore, who want to put their old postage stamps where they will do the most good should send them to M. .1. Nougier, Dir.cteur tie l’Asilo ties Bil- lodes, Locle, Switzerland. Glimpses of the Sultan’s Treasures. In a letter from Bucharest, Colone) A. Loudon Snowden, United Slates minister to Greece, Servia and Rou- mania, gives the following account of an experience in the far East: “On my way here I stopped over in Constantinople for a few days, visit¬ ing the objects of interest in that re¬ markable city. The Sultan designated an aide-de-camp, who conducted us to such places of especial interest as the gene, al visitor is not expected or per¬ mitted to see. The treasure house of the Sultan, which contains the ac¬ cumulations of centuries, is simply in¬ describable. Here are stored dia- monds, emeralds, pearls, and other precious stones, such as exist in no other place in the world, and iu quan¬ tities beyond calculation as to value. The palaces on the Bosphorus are mar¬ vels of beauty and splendor.” Heavily Handicapped. “Always pay oash as you go. That’s my principle,” said Seedie. “Humph! That accounts for your slowness, I presume," rewerkeu fit* mf»d—£A''goir, A FLOATING ISLAND. Remarkable Freak of Nature in a Vermont Lake. CV/er 100 Acres of Moveable Land, With Trees For Sails. The floating island in SadawgaLakc, in tho town of Wliittingham, Vt«, is one of the most remarkable freaks of nature and ono of tho greatest curiosi¬ ties in the world. The island contain* over 100 acres, and it actually floats upon the top of the water. There is no doubt about it. It is not attached to the nmiu'attd or any part of tho lake. The fact, that it really floats on the water was made evident last year. At that time a stone dam was built at tho outlet of the lake over six feet high, which raised the water a little move than six feet. When the gates wore shut and the water for the first time began to rise in the lake, there was great curiosity to see whether the island would be submerged or rise with the water. It took about 48 hours for the water in the lake to rise to the top of the dam, and it was then discovered that the island presented exactly tho same appearance that it did when the water was six feet low¬ er. There is no part of the island that, has ever been more titan two or three feet above the surface of 1 lie water. Therefore, if it did not float when tho lake was raised six feet by this new dam, it would have been entirely sub¬ merged. Since the water was raised this great mass of land lias floated about mor e readily than it previously did. Por¬ tions of it, containing from one to three acres, have been broken away from the main island, and go «wim- ming around independently. There are four such pieces. Three of them arc close together, and already 50 or 60 rods to the northeast of the main island. Sometimes they aire live or six rods apart. Then again they will he all in a cluster, the smaller ones float¬ ing around faster Rian .the larger ones, as the wind carries them more easily. The great main island, which con¬ tains over 100 acres, moves about slowly. The prevailing winds are from the south and west, and after it lias blown hard for a day or two the main island is found to have changed its po¬ sition several rods. Sometimes it will he near the east shore, aVd then again it moves over toward the west. It never lias come nearer titan a quarter of a mile of the north shore. There is a small forest of tamarack trees growing upon this remarkable i land. Some of them arc more than twenty-five feet high. They are in a thrifty condition, and are of large size at the butt. Smaller trees of the same kind are rapidly growing up beside them. Tito wonder is how the roots of these trees are nourished. The lake is situated in marshy surround¬ ings on the southwest side, and it is supposed that there is vegetable mat¬ ter enough in the water to keep the grass in healthy condition. Cran¬ berry hushes grow in great luxuriance. In some places they are so thick that it is difficult to pass through them, and the berries, which are of (he wild sort, are gatheiod in large quantities by tho natives that live about the islands. Alder berries and a great variety of native weeds grow on all parts of the island. The surface is spongy, and in many places soft, hut there are other parts of it where it is comparatively solid. There is no difficulty in getting upon the island, although in some places persons who visit it have to be careful that they do not sink through it.— [Boston Globe. Making Hucksters’ Yells I’leasnnt. A suggestion to persons whose sleep is interfered with by the shouting of hucksters is made by a correspondent of the Washington Star. He advises that they cut two small squares from a soft handkerchief and in the centre of caclt place a hit of spermaceti. Draw the four corners together and work the linen-covered wax into each ear, turning and working it until the orifice is completely closed, “Then as your cheek presses the pillow, fan¬ cy yourself in the depths of a forest, silent, except for the rumble of a dis¬ tant waterfall, and if you do not fail into a long, unbroken sleep, rest as¬ sured there is something wrong, either with your circulation or your con¬ science. ” An Unsatisfactory Miniature. Count de Geese—Do you tall that a good portrait of me? Why, that is the face of a dead beat! Miniature Painter (calmly)—-In¬ deed? Then, sir, you will have to pay for it ju gdvauce,—[Jewelorj’ Week* iy. Slept for Four Months. it rick Meehan, 22 years old, an in- inato of tlio insane department of tho Philadelphia Hospital, lias just awak¬ ened from a sleep of four months, recognized those about him, and asked for tho attendant who was with him when lie sank into liis slumber, says a Philadelphia dispatch to tho Boston Herald He came from Ireland a few years ago. He became mentally dis¬ eased, was sent to tho hospital Febru. ary last, was soized with “La Grippe” in March, the attendants found great difficulty in keeping him awake, and finally ho fell into a deep sleep, Tho lack of nourishment became evident by decreasing weight, a deathlike pal¬ lor and pinched wan features, accom¬ panied by acorpselikc rigidity, together with an apparently general suspension of animation. Efforts to pry open the set jaws for tlie administration of food proved futile. A silver tube was inserted through tho nose and down into the throat. A quart of milk iu four doses was first given, after that eggs whipped >n milk and a varying liquid diet was administered, together with medicine. The first month passed without inci¬ dent. Meehan slept on immovable when pins were inserted into his flesh, electricity applied and other heroic measures of sleep disturbance tried. Three weeks ago the first change was noticed. The muscles of the jaws relaxed, and shortly afterwards his eyes opened. Motions made as if to strike him did not cause any tremor of the lids, however, and a fly walked across the pupil without effect. On June 30 there were movements of the lips and other signs of returning consciousness; then motion returned and the patient turned his head. Food was now administered through tho mouth direct. Two weeks ago lie moved and mum¬ bled some unintelligible sentences. Speech was restored a day or two ago, and the first sentence he spoke was to ask for his clothes, and then for the attendant who had been with him when lie went off four months before. liis clothing was placed at his bed¬ side, and last, week lie arose, dressed and walked about the ward, still, how¬ ever, in a half-awake condition. Full consciousness lias now returned, mus¬ cular action lias grown stronger, and rapid recovery is now certain. The patient cannot yet take solid footl and there is uo change in his mental con¬ dition. Exercise in Heart Disease. The fact is well known that Oertc), the distinguished German writer, has warmly advocated for certain forms of functional heart trouble, not rest, but active exercise, such ns mountain climbing. In pursuing this practice, however, the utmost care is found to bo necessary, and tin distance to ho covered is of cottr-e regulated for each patient; and, as its object is to strengthen the heart muscle and pro¬ mote the circulation, and as only healthy arteries can stand the strain, > such treatment is, of course, contra¬ indicated in atheroma. Formerly the detection by physical diagnosis of a heart murmur was regarded as a grave fact, an adverse conclusion being at once arrived at, without sufficiently considering the other signs and symp¬ toms. Such cases, it is found, often do well with exercise and out-door life. Again, in fatty degeneration the heart in the young person can stand a moderate amount of exercise and un¬ doubtedly he strengthened, hut it is in infiltration or fatty overgrowth that the judicious use of exercise does great good—the general diet in such case to be regulated, and the general obesity which usually exists to he re¬ moved by a depleting diet. Some German physicians in their oily prac¬ tice recommend stair climbing when mountain climbing is not feasible.— [New York Tribune. A Vermont Custom. One of tho oldest things I have heard lately was told me yesterday hy Silas Fletcher of St. Albans, Vt. It seems that the Green Mountains divide Vermont into two nearly equal, though irregular, portions, The law makes the range the dividing line between the two Congressional districts, hut there is no similar provision as to the two Senators. Nevertheless, there is always a Senator from the east side and one from the west. In the same way the Governors alternate, being in¬ variably chosen first from one side and then from the other, It is this custom that prevents the renomination of a Governor.—[New York Star. A Timely Hint. Clara (11 p. m)—“Do you know why you are like an old fire-cracker, Mr. Crawl?” Crawl—“No; tell me.” Clara— “It’s about Urge you went off!”— fJudgo, CHILDREN’S COLUMN. TUB CBICKET. Dainty Allis, here’s a cricket, Trim and nimble, bravo ami bold, Caught a chirping in the thicket. When the year was growing old. He’s a patient little hummer, Though he only knows one som tie’s been practising all Summer, And he never sings it wrong. He was piping under hedges. After all 111 - birds had flown, Trilling loud from stony hedges, Making merry, all alone. If tho bearded grasses wavered Underneath the lightest foot, Ills sharp murmur sudden quavered Into silence at Ihe root. Now the erickct comes to bring you Cheery thoughts in time of frosts; And a Suninn rsong he’ll sing you, When the Summer sunshine’s lost. You'll he listening till you’re guessing Pleasant meanings in the sound, May the cricket’s good-night blessing Bring the happy dreams around 1 Many and many a year hereafter You will hear the same blithe tune. For though you should outlive laughter C.ickets will still chirp in June. If some future summer passes Homesick, in a foreign land, There'll be speech among tlie grasses That your heart will understand. As you listen hr the wildwood To that merry monotone, It will bring you back your childhood, When you arc a woman grown. THIS IS ltow IT HAPPENED. Some hundreds of thousands yeavs ago tho waters of tho ocean rolled over the spot where the City of Paris now stands. Under tho ocean waves lived and died millions and millions and millions of tiny soa-slt ‘11 animals. By and by, after a great, great many years, the ocean waters no longer rolled over this spot and the very, very big piles of dead shells were left for the sun to shine on, the winds to blow on, and the ruins to fall on for many centuries more, till tho shells hardened into rocks. Then, after hundreds and hundreds of years more, nicti came and began to build houses. They dug into the earth and found the sea-shell stone, with which they built the beautiful houses and churches and palaces for which Paris is famous. Isn’t it a wonderful thing to think of, that this great and magnificent city is almost all made of sea-sliolls?—[De¬ troit Free Press. CUB AND KITTEN. There is a seven months lion cub at the Zoological Gardens that is being raised with a black cat, says the Cin- cinnnti Enquirer. Tho cub is very much attached to pussy. They play and frolic together every morning, and before any visitors come they are let out for a romp iu tho grounds. Pussy hounds off for tho woods, tho cub following at break-neck speed. Pussy runs up a tree after a bird, and that dumfouiid* the cub. He takes it philosophically, however, and lies down at Ihe foot of the tree walehing her. When the keeper goes to get them lie pounds the tree with a club and down comes pusiy and runs for the carnivora, followed by the cub. A few days ago a beautiful white rabbit got out while the cub was playing round the stone floor of the carnivora. The cub gave chase, and the stupid rabbit of courso stopped right iu the cub’s paws. “1 expected to see the cub tear the pretty, long-eared thing to pieces,” remarked Sol Stephens, “but ) no, lie only smelled of it, pawed its long ears and played with it, much as a cat does with a mouse, letting it hop a few steps and then bouncing after it.” The rabbit was at last rescued. “DANCING BIRDS.” In liis “Pioneering in South Brazil," Mr. Brigg-Witlier relates that one morning in the dense forest liis at¬ tention was roused by the unwonted sound of a bird singing—songster* being laic in that district. His men, as soon as they caught the sound, in¬ vited him to follow them, hinting that he would probably witness a very curious sight. Cautiously making their way through the dense undergrowth they finally came in sight, of a small stony spot of ground at the end of a tiny glade, and on this spot, eomo on the stone and some on the shrub, were as¬ sembled a number of little birds, about the size of tomtits, with lovely blue plumage and red topknots. One was perched quite still on a twig, singing merrily, while the others were keeping time with wings and feet in a kind of dance, and all twit¬ tering an accompaniment. He watched them for some time, and was satisfied they were having a hall and concert and thoroughly enjoying themselves. Then they became alarmed and the performance abruptly terminated, tho birds all going oft in different diree- lions. The nat.ves told him that these little creatures were known as tho udanctu? birds.” NO. 35. Insight. On the river of life, »r 1 float along, I ace with the spirit's night Tlmt many a nauseous weed of wrong lias root in a aeed of right. For evil is good that lias gone astray, And sorrow is only blindness, And the world is always under the sway Of a changeless law of kindness. The commonest error a truth can make In shouting its sweet voice hoarse, And sin is only the soul’s mistake In misdirecting its force. And love, the fairest of all fair things That ever to men descended, Grows rank with nettles and poisonous tilings Unless it is watched and tended. There could not be anything better than this Old world in the way it begun, And though some matters have gone amiss From the great original plan; And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you, it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under. —[Ella Wheeler Wilcox. HUMOROUS. A remedy for sea sickness—Travel by rail. “Spars” of course como in very handy in a sea light. An energetic woman with a broom in her hand sweeps everything before her. The expenses of an electric company may ho summed up as current ex¬ penses. In Texas it i* unlucky to find a horseshoe, if a liorso happens to be at¬ tached to it. Bobby—How did you manage to get the bowl of cream? Tommy—Told ma I saw the cat put iter noso in it. Miss Do Pride—“I wouldn’t marry h’m if ho wore tho last man on earth.” Rival Bello—“Indeed you wouldn’t. I’d take him myself then.” Mamma—Good by, deario; what shall 1 buy for my little girl? Uolen —Some bunions, pleaso. so I cau tell wlten the weather is going to change. Husband—“Am I never to have my own way?” Wife—“Certainly, my dove, when we are both agreed you can linvo your way, and when wo dif¬ fer Ill hnve mine.” Miss Lentils (in Boston)—“I have just discovered a poem in this maga¬ zine which 1 can’t understand.” Miss Beans—“Oh, how nice. Let us organ¬ ize a club immediately.” “I always was a rnigltly unlucky chap,” complained a Joliet convict to a visitor. “Indeed!” “Yes, I got nabbed the first piece o’ safe-crackin’ I undertook, an’ now my number is 1818. Just think of that 1” “There are times when it is a deal of satisfaction to give a young fellow a lift to help hi in along,” remarked tho father of several marriageable daugh¬ ters. [lie had just hoisted an objec¬ tionable suitor off die front stoop.] Owing to tho mild winter there was a saving of a ton and a half of coal to every coal stove. Owing to Ihe late spring the wear and tear of overcoats and lliiinels lias offset tho saving of coal. Nature always makes tilings even. Wlmt a family saves on feed¬ ing the children green apples must be paid out for Jamaica ginger and mus¬ tard plasters. I’ersian Civilization. I have been much surprised to hear even well educated Englishmen, in re* cent discussions in Persia, speak of the Persian nation as if it were completely wanting iu civilization and were ages behind Europe in manners, customs and ideas. Such a false impression of the characteristics and social condition of our good friends, tlie neighbors of our Indian empire, is, I think, due to ignorance, and I fear also to insular prejudice. Persia lias not progressed as Europe lias done, hut Persian civ¬ ilization and Persian art had reached a high degree of development when England was covered with tangled forests and its inhabitants were half clothed savages, whoso highest skill was shown in the slaughter of wild animals with the rudest of weapons. Persian civilization lias not retro¬ graded, though Persian art is certainly stifled by (lie introduction of cheap but inartistic articles from the com¬ mercial Wostf" In Persia a polite eti¬ quette is as strictly observed as in any country in the world, and though in some trifles the manners of a Persian gentleman may appear strange and even amusing when observed in the West, it is safe to say that nothing which a Persian gentleman would be likely to do when mixing up in West- ern society would in any way shock the delicate feelings of ‘ that -society. In this respect it is fortunate that tho recent journeying* o'f the Shah arid his suite were sufficiently extended to give a practical and widespread contradic¬ tion to the numerous absurd st rles which had been current concerning the disagreeable peculiarities of tho Per* sian manners and customs—[Nia^ teo»m Century.
