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.
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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.
