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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. ___ 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.