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VOL. I.
Too Young for Lore,
Too young for love?
Ah, say not so!
Tell reddeuing rosebuds not to blO'
Wait not for spring to pass away—
Love’s summer months begin with JI#y,
Too young for love ?
Ah, say not so!
Too young? Too young?
h, no! no! no!
Too young for love?
Ab, say not so,
While daisies bloom and tulips git
June will come with lengthened day
To practice all love learned in May.
Too young for love?
Ah, say not so!
Too young? Too yonnr
Ab, no! no! no!
-[Oliver Wendell Holmes, In diantic
Monthly.
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THE STORM AT SEA.
BY MARY C. FRESTON.
It was a still, calm niglit at cca.
The waters scarcely murmured as the
good bark Swallow glided through
them. Almost it would seem as if
they slept, but here and there a waver¬
ing reflection of tlie moon which ever
and anon escaped from the fleeces that
sailed about her, told that the unquiet
heart of the ocean was pulsing still,
albeit silently.
Harold Jerome stood leaning silent¬
ly over the rail, seemingly lost to his
surroundings, dreaming of the land
he bad left or the land to which he was
returning—a stalwart, manly figure,
cut clear against the mingling sea and
sky.
And yet lie was not. thinking of any
spot on which his wandering feet had
trodden, nor was he fondly dwelling
on the home to which lie was bound,
as his eyes traced the broad plain of
waters; lie was listening, heart and
soul, to the voice that was caroling
forth so sweetly tlie words of a song
familiar to his youth.
Youth 1 Had he lost it in the alien
countries he had visited—on the banks
of the Rhone, in tha Scottish hills of
heather, in the shadows of the snow-
clad Alps, in tlie valleys beside the
Rhine? Nay; but the white hands of
the singer yonder had torn it from his
heart ere he had gone roaming.
So strange that they should meet
again after all the long years of tlieir
severance and meet on board a vessel
bound for the land in which they part¬
ed; yet so they had met, two days be¬
fore, and looked in each other’s faces
with the blank, uurecogniziug gaze of
sh-angei s.
“She has wholly forgotten. Low,
sweet and clear her voice is—one is re¬
minded of the German legends of the
Lorelei,” said Harold bitterly to him¬
self,- as out on the night rang the
strains of “Larboard Watch.”
Far up in the shrouds a sailor took
np the refrain and sang it softly, be¬
low his breath. In England a bonuie
lass had sung it for him many a time
and oft, and her healthy, rosy face
arose before tho mental vision of the
sailor as be sang so softly.
But the face of tlie woman sitting in
the fading and flashing light of the
moon was the only object visible to
Harold Jerome. Although bis eyes
were turned to the waters be saw it as
it looked in tlie hour of tlieir parting
—white and set end scornful, because
he had said words which might not
be forgiven and doubt had crept in
where love and faith had stolen first.
“It was a very little thins that part¬
ed us,”he whispered very low at last;
“a lover's unreasoning jealousy, as I
knew later. I knew it when it, was
too Jato, my lost Lucille, and oh, how
perfectly you have forgotten!”
He turned and looked at her; fair
still, for all the years that had passed
since she had loved him; stately,calm,
perhaps a thought too cold, but still a
gracious woman; surrounded by her
friends, clad in a long robe which
looked almost white in the uncertain
light, with her darkly crowned head
against the back of her steamer chair,
she looked one who had set her foot on
ail remembrance which could living
regret; and from her lips rang the
old, old song; “Larboard Watch
Alloy!”
“She has forgotten: why is she
still reserved?” lie asked himself as lie
watched her. “I would be tempted to
fling myself on my knees before her
there and pray her for at least a kind¬
ly thought, but that I know that love,
burning out once, leaves only ashes
behind which any breeze may scatter
and no power warm.”
The captain and first mate presently
passed close by him.
“Those clouds mean storm, sir,”
the mate was saving; “best be pre¬
pared to meet it.”
“Yes,” answered the captain, scan¬
ning a rolling mass in the southwest
with anxious eyes; “we’re in for a
gale, or I'm mistaken; but we mustn’t
alarm the passengers,”
Then they passed beyond hearing
and Harold turned again to tlie sea.
No longer like a sheet of silver,
hrH h-H l“j M f Q »■ m
with wavering reflections hero and
there, it was suddenly growing dark
and sullen looking, and faint flecks of
foam marked the rising of the bil¬
lows.
Old traveler that he was, accus¬
tomed to danger by land and sea, he
read the portents in that cloud and his
face paled a little through its bronze.
Far oft' ho saw the curling foam-
crests, even before a sharp breath from
the stormy demon struck on his cheek;
then there was a hurrying of the sail¬
ors hither and thither, a slight heaving
of the vessel, a total disappearance of
the moon behind the rolling bank of
cloud, and then the passengers were
sent to the cabin and Harold Jerome,
laying his strong hand on the rail,
stood calm in the gathering might of
the tempest.
The hours wore on, and with them
the gale that tore hungrily at the
Swallow, seemed to increase; ever
and anon, from the darkness of the
sky, came a keen flash of light, fol¬
lowed by crashes that were deafening;
rising like demons that have” burst
their chains, the roaring, maddened
billows swept the vessel from stem to
stern, bearing all loose objects with
them—bearing in the weird, faint
dawn, a human life.
Harold Jerome did not join the other
passengers below; through all the
hours of the long night he worked
with the captain and his men, striving
to"baffle the tempest; his hand it was
(hat fell upon the wheel when the man
there sank back exhausted; his hand
it was which struck the firmest blows
when cordage had to be severed and a
broken spar sent out to the waters, and
his strong hand it was which tore back
one victim from the hungry jaws of
the sea as once it swept the deck.
And day dragged on and still the
suddenly born tempest raged and tore;
the engines refused to work, the fires
were out, the wheel was broken; the
Swallow, with her human freight, was
at the mercy of the waters.
In the dimness of a pallid and sor¬
rowful dawn, through which strug¬
gled a faint reluctant sun, the vessel,
with a crashing jar, rocked on the
sharp teeth of a reef.
Then there was despair on the broad
deck of the Swallow, for hope was
over; save for the frail promise of the
life-boats, they were doomed!
With white, despairing face the pas¬
sengers gathered on the deck, waiting
to be l owered to the boats, and Haiold
Jerome found himself at last beside
Lucille.
He held out his hands to her and
she placed hers within them and clung
to him like a terrified child; and so
standing, with hand elapsed in hand
for the first time in years, the two
who had loved long before waited
their turn to descend to the boat.
Once the captain touched Lucille on
the arm and mo ioned for her to ad¬
vance, but she shook her head and
pointed to a mother who was standing
near by clasping her infant to her
breast. So the mother and child ivere
lowered aud the life-boat set free. It
pitched a moment on tiie waters and
went down before their eyes.
Lucille, with a cry, covered her face
with her hands and Harold drew her
into the shelter of his arms, unre¬
proved. of peril, with the
In this hour
shadow of death over them, it seemed
that the old love lived again—nay, had
never died.
The last boat was lowered—filled;
one place remained and Harold drew
Lucille toAvards the A'cssel’s side.
“My love,” he said, at her ear, “we
may not meet again on earth; I go
Avith tlie ship’s officers on a raft Ave
have prepared. But I would have you
know that, through ali the years since
our parting, I have loved you as I did
in those happy days when Ave thought
we would be always together. Now
farewell, my dearest, In life or
death, on earth or in heaven, my life’s
love is yours and yours only.”
They were at tlie ship’s side as he
finished. For answer she put up her
lips and met his kiss. Then she clung
to him witli passionate strength.
“T Avill not go—I Avilt not go!” she
cried, her voice ringing out through
the surge of the wind. “Let another
have tlie place reserved for me—some
one who has love on shore. My love
•is here. I Avait for the raft.”
“Nay, that would be folly, my Lu¬
cille,” cried Harold, and he strove to
loosen her clinging hands that he might
pass her over the ship’s side.
Eve he succeeded, the ropes that held
the lifeboat parted, slie shot from the
side of the SivalloAV, was caught on a
Avave and borne away, away, while
Harold looked down sadly in the face
below him and caught a smile like sun-
light there.
“My love,” he said, “my precious
one, you have chosen death.”
“With you,” she answered, and his
heart bounded at the surety that love,
on either side, had never died.
CAHNESVILLE, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 3.1890.
The raft was already constructed,
they had but to launch it, which they
did at once, and Lucillo Hlnncoe found
herself on tho wido waste of waters,
with a pale sky above her and winds
tearing by, and realizing that death
might be in every wave that billowed
toward her, she did not shrink; her
hand was in Harold's, her head lay
restfully upon his shoulder; she could
die so content.
There, between the sky and sea, all
that had seemed great enough to part
them in tho old days was explained
away aud found a very trifle.
“To have lost all those years of hap¬
piness, and now to meet only to touch
hand with hand and did” was the
thought in Harold’s heart, as their
frail support was ever and anon swept
by a mighty wave.
But death was not to come to them
there; the God who cares for the spar¬
row turns not His eyes from the cast¬
away at sea.
In tho noon-hour of the following
day a stately vessel sighted and picked
them tip; aud a fortnight later, Lucille
and Harold, whose severed lives the
storm had once more linked in love,
were made man and wife in (he parlor
of a New York hotel.
The Deadly Single Instance.
“How a single incident may become
representative!” exclaims tlie Chicago
Advauce. “General Sclienek is popu¬
larly supposed to have spent the larger
part of his evenings with Dukes and
Duchesses, Marquises and Marchion¬
esses, teaching them the great
American game, and yet I believe the
evidence is that it was only upon one
evening, and only as an accident of
that evening, that the American Minis¬
ter at the Court of St. James’ said a
word as to the game of poker. Andrew
Johnson is commonly supposed to
have been a drunkard. The common
supposition had its origin in the fact
that at the time of his inauguration lie
was intoxicated. lie was; but it was
tlie last as it was the first time. He
was suffering from a serious and an¬
noying disease.
At the recommendation of a friend
lie took a strong dose of brandy just
before the public exercises of tho in¬
auguration. Tlie charges of his politi¬
cal enemies that he was drunk were
true. Drinking was not his habit.
So a Minister, from a single incident,
gains a reputation which is not pleas¬
ing. For the sake of keeping an ap¬
pointment, he may drive a horse so
hard as to produce listing injuries;
this incident m iy be the cause of a
reputation that he delights in fast
horses and is also cruel. Beware of
suffering yourself to be the subject of
a conspicuous and publicly known ex¬
ceptional incident; do not allow your¬
self to draw references from a singlo
incident.”
Much to Answer For.
Americans have taken the hammock
to their hearts, and a summer bereft
of one would be dreary and unroman¬
tic to those who wish to bask in the
light of Hymen’s torch. As an aid to
flirtation it is twin sister to a fan. II
a young couple ever trust themselves
to the support of the same hammock
at tlie same time, Cup.d has his oavii
way thereafter. The pair must of
necessity he brought into such sweet
proximity that every particle of form¬
ality and reserve is melted away. One
may ivithdraAV from his fair one on a
bench, may hold aloof while seated on
the same grassy bank, and may hitch
hit) chair away, or closer, as his feel¬
ings may dictate.
But in the same hammock one can
do none of these things. He can only
submit to fate and propinquity and be
led delightfully to the momentous
question. The hammock has come tc
take tlie place once held by the narrow
sleigh. Fate aud the weather have or¬
dained that the days of tlie cutter’s
existence arc ended, but a kinder fate
has supplied the hammock. It is
fashioned much like a spider’s Avcb.
But who Avould not willingly he a fly
Avhen the Aveb holds a charming maid¬
en? And Avliat man is there Avith soul
so dead who is not glad that the ham¬
mock has come to stay?
Hack Rabbits Strict Vegetarians.
The festive jack rabbit is a strict
vegetarian, and will not touch grease
of any kind, nor will he tackle vegeta¬
bles that are seasoned with grease.
Orchardists in Colorado take advan¬
tage of his fastidiousness, and protect
their trees from his incisors by rub¬
bing the body of the tree with a bacon
rind.
Not Very Bad.
On a famous yacht, the other day,
the host offered one of his guests a
drop of whiskey, and as the two
drained their tumblers, the entertainer
remarked, “That’s not very bad is It?”
“No,” said the other man, solemnly;
“no whisker is very bad,”
A SHERIFF’S NERVE.
Stories About a Remarkably
Crave Wyoming Official.
Locking Himself in a Jail Corri¬
dor with Five Prisoners.
think that the bravest man I ever
knew,” said the colonel, “was one of
the worst. His name was Kit Castle,
and for some years, so long ago that
my hair grows grayer when I think of
it, he was sheriff of Utah county, Wy¬
oming. Kit had his own peculiar code
of morals like a good many other
Western men of that day. Ho bor¬
rowed money in the most reckless
fashion, but he always paid it back to
tho last cent. lie never broke a prom¬
ise. But lie would cheat at cards at
every opportunity. lie couldn’t help
it. Everyone knew that he cheated,
but no man was ever bold onough to
say so in his face, for Castle was not
afraid of anything that walked or
crawled, and he was a dead shot every
time his big linger pressed a trigger.
He. was over six feet in height, a lion
in strength, and a tiger when in a
rage.
“He started out alone on horseback
once when he was sheriff to capture
two horse thieves, lie was gone for
a week, and people began to think that
Kit had got tho worst of a hard fight,
when he rode into town one evening
and stalked up to a bar.
ti. Where are your men, Kit?’ some
one asked with a laugh, thinking they
had slipped him.
“The sheriff pulled from his belt
three revolvers and laid them down.
Then he went out to his horse and,
unfastening two pairs of spurs from
the saddle, came back and threw them
jingling and ringing oil the bur coun-
ter.
“ ‘One of them revolvers is mine,*
said Kit, slowly. ‘All the rest is sou¬
venirs’—‘sooveneers,’ lie pronounced
it. ‘I had 60 miles to ride back, and
I hadn’t the time to lead two horses
with the corpses of two horse thieves
tied on tlieir backs.’ That was all ho
ever said about tlie fight.
“Perhaps a more villainous set of
scoundrels was never collected than
the prisoners whom Casilc always had
in tho county jail. The jail Avas of
stone and was in the rear of tho court
house. Inside the place Avas lined
Avith sheet iron, and along the end ran
the heavily barred cells.
“One evening the sheriff Avcnt into
the jail to see if his prisoners were all
right for the night. One of them bad
gotten out of his cell and had then re¬
leased four other desperadoes. When
Kit opened tlie door into the jail the
men started for him Avith a rush. Kit
had time to spring through the door
and close it, and his prisoners Avould
have been as secure in tlie iron walled
corridor as in their cells. But the
sight of tlie five men maddened him
and lie throw the door shut with aloud
clang, looking himself in the room
Avith tlie others.
“ Drawing his revolver he leaped at
(lie men flushed with anger. He was
too enraged to shoot them. He Avant-
cd to punish them for daring to at¬
tack him. Iiis strength and energy
Averc tremendous, and lie hurled tlie
two men into one of the iron corners.
Pushing them and knocking them
about, lie heat them over the head
and shoulders and arms with (he butt
of his revolver until they screamed at
the top of tlieir voices in tlieir helpless
agony. Then, bis teeth shut close to¬
gether in his great jaw, ho picked
them up one by one and pitched them
into tlieir cells, securely fastening the
bolts.
“Such daring and recklessness as
bis could belong only to a man who
did not know the name of physical
fear. lie Avas a born fighter, and as a
soldier in a battle would have been re¬
morselessly lierco. But he had one
enemy stronger than he. Whisky
snapped liis life when he was in his
prime.”—[Atlanta Constitu ion.
An Odd Bird.
A curious wader is the thick-knee
or Norfolk piover, a bird of tlie wilds
and downs. The two stone-colored
eggs are laid on (he Avaste, in the
midst of which they so exactly resem¬
ble actual stones it wou'd he almost
impossible to detect them from a little
distance. The only Avay to find the
eggs is to watch the movements of the
old birds from some distance with a
field-glass, as the hen-bird, on laying
the eggs, runs for some distance be¬
fore rising, thus luring the intruder
into the belief that the spot from svhich
she rises is the position of the eggs,
uniess Avith his trusty binoculars he
has watched the progress of tlie
maneuver#. Another curious habit of
the tbick-knec is to croncli along the
ground. Perhaps, like the ostrich, the
bird imagines tjiat he is not seen,—
Interesting Relics.
A rusty musket and an ancient sil¬
ver watch were found at the bottom
of tho Mcrrlmac river a few days ago
which suggest an interesting history.
The musket was broken at the grip
and otherwise showed marks of dam-
age. The hammer was down and
there was no bullet inside. The watch
is tho more interesting relic of the
two; its exterior and interior arc fine¬
ly engraved, but only tho latter can be
seen, as the action of the water 1ms
worn away most of the outer engrav¬
ing. It is a hunting scene, showing
an Indian on snowshocs armed with a
knifo and a hatchet, awaiting the
charge of a inooso that had turned at
day.
The inside of tho outer ease bears
this inscription: “Presented to Joshua
Armstrong on his 21st birthday by his
loving mother, Prudence Armstrong,
April 10, 1620.” The inscription of
the maker is as follows: “.John
Bowles, Astrologer to his Majesty, 106
Threadneedle Street, London.” The
discovery has given rise to many
speculations; it is possible the place
was the scene of a tragedy, as it was
a famous stamping-ground of the In¬
dians, and is near where they buried
tlieir dead and Hie squaws cultivated
maize. The dates show that the watch
might have been on the spot when the
Indians held the laud, and the action
of the water upon it indicates that it
has laid at the bottom of the river
for many generations.—[Springfield
(Mass.) Republican.
Oil the Look-Out.
Brazilians have more than their share
of curiosity. Loving to see and be
seen, they lounge in their balconies or
hang over tlie sill, that they may show
tlieir interest in every animal or hu¬
man being that passes. If a mansion
is situated at some distance from tho
street, there is a pretty little summer¬
house near the gate, where tho family
may sit and sec what goes on outside.
During business hours, in the busiest
streets may be seen groups of men
standing and gossiping. The door¬
ways of the stores will be blocked by
merchants staring into tlie street. If
a customer enters a storo, tlie mer¬
chant receives him with a nonchalant
air, as if he cared nothing for money
in comparison witli a lazy life. Often
the merchant answers that he has not
the article the customer wishes; if the
customer discovers it, tlie merchant
smiles and arches his eyebrows. Or
the merchant, opening a case and mo¬
tioning the customer to soarch for
what he has asked,returns to tlie street
door and looks out. The curiosity of
the Brazilians is morbid.
The Opal.
While most gems owe their tint to
tlie presence of some foreign coloring
matter, tlie many-liued and beautiful
opal differs. It is opaque, deriving its
beauty from the marvellous property
it possesses of decomposing the rays
of light, and thus reflecting from its
polished surface all the colors of the
rainbow. It needs, therefore, no bril¬
liant, but appears to best advantage
Avlien alone. It is at present among
tho most prized of gems, and has held
its place for years. Marc Antony
once offered £170,000 for an opal the
size of a hazel nut; but the owner,
Nonius, a Roman Senator, preferred
exile to parting Avith his treasure. In
spite of their value, opals are unsafe
investments, for time and exposure
dim tlieir lustre, Avliile their sensitive¬
ness to heat is go great that the warmth
of the hand has been known to crack
them. The finest stones come from
Hungary; and among the Austrian
crown jewels are gems of greater size
than that Avhicli tempted the Roman
Emperor.—[London Court Journal.
Forks,
The earliest distinct mention of the
established use of forks occurs in a
curious passage of Coryates’ “Crudi¬
ties,” a .singular book of travels pub¬
lished ill England in 1611. Tho author
says: ‘Here I will mention a thing
that might have been spoken of before
in the discourse of the first Italian
towns. I observed a custom in ali
these Italian cities and toAvns through
which I passed that is not used in any
other country I saw in my travels,
neither do I think any other nation of
Christendom doth use it, but only in
Italy. The Italians, and also most
strangers that are travelling in Italy,
do always at their meals use a little
fork when they cut their meat.”
A Profitable Error.
Last May a man handed a ten-pound
note, as he thought, to a book-maker
to bet on a certain horse, and his state
of mind may be imagined when, after
the horse won, he discovered that he
had accidentally bet a thousand-pound
note instead of a “tenner,” and had
won sixty thousand dollars instead of
six thousand dollars,
CIIILDIIEN'S column.
-rim Bine arm tub stab.
! can semi but a httte tight
So far.
Says the star
But it shall be pure and white.
I’m a little bit of a thing,
% s Said a bird,
I heard,
But as clear and sweet as I can I'll sing!
ri niors wavs ok eating.
Tho woodpecker has a throe-barbed
.oiiguo like a Fijian’s spear, with
which it draws out tho worm which it
lias excited by its tapping. The clam
feeds with a syphon, ami tho oyster
with its beard. The tapeworm has
neither mouth nor stomach,but just lies
along and absorbs tho already digested
food through Us skin. —[Banner of
Light
.iapank.sk, children k it f,ling limns.
I saw a lot of little children with
their parents approach tho temple*
writes a traveler from Japan to tho
Detroit Free Press, and tho children
would throw pennies—sometimes
wrapped up in paper—into the sanc¬
tuary and then bow their heads, witli
palms together, without words, but a
silent Avish that the good Tcnjin would
help them in tlieir school.
Livo sparrows wore for sale at two
sen each, and fond mothers bought
them, and placed them in the hands
of their half-timid babies, who let tho
birds free; this is an offering to Ten-
jin, who loved children and who was
humane to all animal lifo.
What prettier and simpler lesson of
kindness could be taught them?
SPARROWS TIE A CLOCK’S HANDS.
The town clock stopped at 4.80 one
morning recently, and Mr. Williams,
on going to ascertain tho cause, found
that the hands had been securc'y tied
by strands of twine and grass, says
the Sarnia Observer, The mischief
had been done by a pair of English
sparrows, who had selected tho angle
formed by tlie hands as a suitable
site for a nost. Tho movements of
tho hands interfered witli tlieir plans,
and the birds evidently put tlieir wits
to work to devise a remedy that would
secure tho stability of tho nest.
Their first scheme was to wind tho
shaft on which tlie hands arc pivoted
round and round with grass and cords.
That failing, they tied the hands to
each other and to tho framework in
such a manner thnt it took considerable
time and a great deal of labor on Mr.
Williams’ part to remove the obstruc¬
tions. The engineering skill displayed
by the birds in accomplishing their ob¬
ject showed that they possessed reason¬
ing powers of no mean order, besides
an amount of industry and persever¬
ance in gathering the necessary ma¬
terial within the few hours at tlieir dis¬
posal that is almost incredible.
THE SWALLOW’S NEST.
The sweetest little anecdote I ever
came across is told of Abraham Lin¬
coln. When he was quito a young
man, following his profession as a
lawyer, lie often traveled long dis¬
tances in carrying out liis business.
Sometimes lie and three or four other
young lawyers would have cases in
neighboring towns, and would make
up a merry party, starting early in the
morning, and after the court rose,
riding home in the long evenings and
supping together.
On their return one evening, just be¬
tween the lights,the party of young men
spied lying on a wooden pavement
tAVO little bird lings Avhich had either
fallen or had been blown but, of tlieir
nest. Casting but a casual glance at the
half-fledged things,the young men were
about to ride on, Avhcu they observed
Abraham Lincoln dismounting. “Hal¬
loa! what’s up?” cried one of liis
friends. “I want to try and find the
nest out of Avhich those poor little
c reatures fell, and put them hack into
it,” replied young Lincoln. “Folly 1”
cried the others, “Avhat’s the use of
bothering about tAvo little half-fledged
birds. There are p enty in tho world.
Mount your horse, Lincoln, and push
on; avo shall be late, as it is, for sup¬
per, and the evening is closing in.”
But Abraham Lincoln did not mount.
Finding that “chaff” and enlrea ics
were equally useless, his friends rod*
on, leaving him hunting patiently un¬
der the eaves of the small sheds scat¬
tered about for the nest.
It was quite an hour afterwards
Avhen he rejoined the party, Avho Avero
assembled round a lurge supper table
in the largest hotel in L--, and who
greeted him with a perfect hurricane
of jest and good-natured raillery. But
in a serious tone Lincoln replied;
“Gentlemen, I could not have closed
my eyes tonight if I had not given
those little birds to tlieir mother.”
Silence fell upon the laughers, and the
after years, Avhich tried and tested
Abraham Lincoln’s character, told a
grand talc of hi? big, Joying heart.—,
NO. 39.
Fate.
Why toll 'gainst fate- fate triumphs at the
last;
What is to be Is fixed as is the past.
Success in some brief scheme but blinds our
eyes,
And lose or win, ’tis fate gives or denies.
The past was once the future— the iconoclast
Ne’er brcalhed who undertook to change the
past.
Yet all would mould the future; groping
man
Aspiring to recast the eternal plan!
Uncertain means unseen—some clearly see
That which to most is shrouded mystery,
Ami see ’tis fixed and changeless as the past;
What they see not is none the less forecast-
If aught is destined, naught is left to chance
Events rest on each other—the omniscient
glance
Notos what will bo as plain as what has
been,
Nor can change coma to that which is fore
seen.
—[J. It. Graham in Boston Transcript.
HUMOROUS.
Well backed up—The camel.
Claws in the will—Fingers of the
lawyers.
A horse may pull with all his might,
but never with his mane.
Mirrors are for the indolent; they
encourage idle reflections.
It is when a fellow is broke that lie
most feels the need of change.
The course of true love never did
run smooth, and it would not bo half
the fun if it did.
“Which is the best position in which
to sleep?” asked a patient. “I usually
lie down,” replied the doctor.
A penny saved is a penny earned ;
but tho pocket piece you carry ten
years accumulates no interest.
Wibblo—They are now making
policemen’s clubs out of paper.
Wabble—Rapping paper, I presume?
“What makes you write your arti¬
cles in rod ink?” “Oh, I’d like to
make sure of tlieir being red some
time or another.”
Judge—Well, officer, who is this
prisoner? Officer O’Hooloy—Blaze,
ycr Honor, I captured tlie moiqbut his
name cschaped me.
Ella (spitefully)—Their marriage
was nothing but a trade union. Sophie
—A trade union ? Ella—Yes; she
traded tier money for his title.
Daughter—Father, I believe I wa„
born to marry a nobleman. Father—
Yes, but, daughter, try to look on tho
bright side of life—perhaps you’ll die.
Professor (to class in horology) —
“If a cheap watch were brought you to
he repaired, how would you begin?”
Bright Student—“By asking the own¬
er to pay in advance.”
Not to bo Described.
An anatomist o.ico t >ld me that I
could not, tell him wliicli Avas my right
hand. I immediately held out my
right hand, but ho objected. He said
that he did not, say that 1 could not
show or extend my right hand, but
that 1 could not, tell him Avliich was my
right hand—that is, that I could not
describe it in Avords, so that one who
had never hoard of tlie distinction avo
make between tlie right and the left
hands would be able to find it. I
thought that Avould be easy enough also
until I took time to think the matter
over, then I gave it up, for on the out-
sido of the human body there is noth¬
ing to distinguish tlie right hand from
the left. No one can describe it in
Avords so that ail ignorant person (one
not, knowing the distinctions we make)
can find and locate it.
The Left Hand ami Health.
In connection with the subject of
the quality of tho brain there is one
point of great importance about Avhich
I can only say a few words, Avritea
Dr. Brown Sequard in tho Forum. It
is that wo have a great many motor
elements in our brain and our spinal
cord which wo neglect absolutely to
educate. Such is the case particularly
witli the dements Avliicli serve tho
movements of tho loft hand. Perhaps,
hoAVcvcr, fathers and mothers will be
more ready to develop tlie natural
powers of the left hand of their chil¬
dren, giving them thereby two poAver-
ful hands, if they accept that, as I be
lieve, the health of the brain and
spinal cord would improve if all their
motor elements were fully exercised.
Getting Satan Behind Her, to Push.
Armand— Come! Fly with me, I
implore you?
Camille—Never! Sir, you insult
me.
Armand—What! You will not go?
Camille—I will resist you with all
strength of my woman’s nature.
If you would tear me from this place,
you must first drug me and render me
unconscious. You will find a bottle
of chloroform on the bureau over
there.—[From an unpyoduced drama
py Dumas.