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VOL. I.
Life find Death.
When life was life In days long hence
And death was death, as all men knew,
Then no one asked the why or whence,
And each to either gave bit due;
Then one beside the other grew.
But science came with mystic band
And bound the old within tbe new.
For life and death go hand in hand
And now we feel the subtle sense
Of llfe-ln-death, that thrills us through.
And long with hearts and sou s intense
Tbe coil of fate to swift undo.
To pierce die secret of the blue
Far uie.bcs of the skyey land,
And hope and dread our spirits woo,
For life and death go baud iu hand,
Wc strive to reason—vain pretense;
We search, yet find no bidden clue,
l’hc veil of Isis meets us d.lise
And no one knows the false or true;
Like ships adrift without a crew,
AVe blindly seek an unknown strand,
But see no beacon blaze iu vie v,
For life and death uo hand in hand.
ENVOY.
Prfice, wise beyond your years are you,
Yet doubt 1 if you understand
The diff mice between tbe two.
For life a: d death go hand iu baud.
PAT _ , 113 PRESUMPTION. _______
“iiuii i”
A little white face turned wearily
nil 1 a gler.ni < f interest shot into the
tired eyes as they caught sight of
Pattv outside the window. P.ittv was
short and fat and her face covered
with freckles, but to the little invalid
she . seemed picture of beamy, , , r for
a
she belonged to the great outside
world of which tho He. girl oi.lv
‘
caught , . occasional . , glimpse from j, , her
an
window . , . I lie big red brick hoqutal. ,
in
“Ilullo,” she said, returning ", Pui.v’n
. greeting . weak little
vigorous in a
vo ce.
“c>ce. , . f hnv , • brought . ,, you some
flowers,” continued Patty, landing up
her hands full of buttercups and
daisies. “I got them at a picnic; but
how r s' all I get them up to you? AY ill
they let me climb up to the window?”
Patience nodded and Patty, tying
the flowers in her handkerchief,
climbed lightly up, clinging to light¬
ning rod and wind w si!!, and holding
by ono hand emptied tho contents of
the handkerchief into Patient’s lap.
The sick child gave a cry of gladness,
and gathering them up held them to
her face.
“They’re lots prettier in the woods
and meadows,” said Pattv. “They
just peek up among the green leaves so
cute. 1 wish you could see them.”
“1 wish I could,” said Patience, her
face full of longing. “1 never was
in the woods in all my life.”
“Oh, my!” gasped Patty, “how
sorry I am for you. I with I could
take you there, but wc haven’t any¬
thing but our baby carr age, and you
could not double your feet up in that,
'cause you're lame.”
Just then the matron cntcre L giving
Patty such a fright that she nearly fell
off the window ledge, but the matron
smiled when - he saw her, and s opped
to look at the flowers.
“Her name is Pattv,” exclaimed
Patience, “and she lives next door
She feels so sorry for me because I'm
lame that she has saved me these
flowers. She says if they had a car¬
riage she would take inc to the woods,
too.”
“AVell, I don't know about th.it; if
they had a carriage they would he like
ail the rest of tho folks—never a
thought for any one but themselves.
I often think that if the people who
have carriages would remember the
sick in tho hospitals how many weary
days would he brightened.”
“Patty, Patty,” e.ied a shrill voice,
“ma says to conic homo and take care
of the baby.” And she slid down to
the ground pondering the matron's
words. Patty lived so near the hos¬
pital that she caught many gli npses of
the suffering within those high brick
walls, but else had never been able to
show her sympathy for the little in¬
mates except by an occasional cheery
nod and a “Ilullo” when she caught
sight of a face at the window.
Patience had been there so long that
slie felt very well acquainted with
her, aud her tender little heart was
filled with plans to take her to the wood.-
as she sat Lobbing the baby up ar.d
down in bis crib. Sho lived in the rear
of one of the great avenues,and as she
watched the carriages roll past she
wondered why it was that it was only
those who had none who wanted to
take sick people to drive.
Just then a carriage came by that
Pattv had often admired. The stately
horses,with their clanking silverchains,
the immovable coachman iu high
top boots, and the soft silken cushions
against which Mre. Muchmore leaned
would be just the thing for Patience’s
laige back, Fatty thought.
looks siejv her^oU’.” she com-
mented, as MrjL Mnehinotp’ j dissatis¬
fied eyes rested ou her ami the baby
for a moment aud then turfied lan¬
guidly away. “I shouldn’t wonder a
bit if she would do it if she only
■thoimht of it. I believe I’ll ask her.”
Tl111 ENTERPRISE.
The Idea wm so fascinating that
Patty could think of uelbing else,
She had always wautod to make a call
ou somebody and h"re tvas her chance,
Sho remembered having heard some-
whero that people who called must
have calling card9, and she 6et about
making ono. A sheet of notnpaper
was cut in two and Miss Patty Haw-
kins was printed upon it iu her very
best letters. Then her mother’s best
hat and lace mitts were borrowed.
Sh« did not stop to ask for them, so
sure was she that the object of her call
would make her willing to len 1 them.
The baby was cross that afternoon
and would not go to sleep, and Putty
was in despair for fear 1 or visit could
not bo made. But at last she was free,
and summoning all her courage she
mounted the massive stone steps, card
in hand, and rang the bell. The tall
fool man who opened tho door stared
in astonishment at the queer little
figure before him. The fat, freckled
face surmounted by the tall hat
crowned with waving feathers, and
the mansions lace mitts, brought a
smile to his usually severe couii o-
nance.
“Is Mrs. Muchmore to home?”
asked Patty, sc euely handing him the
card.
ri,ton,M " fts slbout to makc rc ^‘
that MrS ’ AU,c!,, ‘‘°T ' vas
when tnc voice of her mind at his
c * b(nv Rto i’l Kl ' " ,m ’
“ DonH scik1 her awa v ’ 1 10 m,s ;
-
tress is in one of her worst spells, and
if anything 3 can bring n her out of it a
of ll,at >-° u,, « 01,(3 wil1 '”
So Thomas gravely led the wav to
-
Mrs. Muchmoro’s room, Pattv s card
on his salver, aud followed bv Patty
^
“Miss Patty Hawkins,” he an¬
nounced, throwing open the door.
Mrs. Muchmore raised her languid
eyes, and then sat up in surprise.
‘•Ah, Miss Hawkins, are you we 1?”
“Yes’m, so as to be about,” an¬
swered Pattv, remembering the oft
repeated phrase of an old woman who
visited her mother.
Thomas placed, her a chair and de¬
parted with a grin. Mrs. Muchmore
hesitated for a moment aud then
asked, “ s there anything special you
called to see me about ?”
“Yes’m,” answered Polly. “It is
about your carriage. I should like to
borrow it.” Then, seeing the lady’s
jook of as’onisliment s .e hastened to
add, “It’s for Patience—she’s lame,
you know—I can walk. If your man
is too busy to go, my pa can drive
real good. He drives tbe grocery
wagon lots of times.”
“I do mt think I quite understand
you,’' faltered Mrs. Muchmore. “I
do not know who Patience is.”
“Why, she’s the little girl over to
tho hospital.”
And Patty, forgetting that she must
■hold her head very still on account of
her hat, which was very much too
large, nodded toward the building.
Down dropped the bat to her shoulders,
comple cly hiding her fat face. She
hastened to put it back, crimson with
embarrassment, stealing a quick
glance at her hostess. But no one
could have told from Mrs. Muchmore’s
face but that she was accustomed to
have her visitors’ hats extinguish them
like a pair of snuffers.
Bv a few words she succeeded in
making Patty fee! at case and was lis¬
tening with interest to the story of
Patience.
“Tell her when you see her again
that I shall he very glad to take her to
the woods tomorrow if it is pleasant;
and my man if never too busy to drive
me,” she added, with a smile.
Patty, full of excitement, ran home
to her mother, forgetting the borrowed
hat
“AVhy, Patty Hawkins!” she cried,
angrily, giving her a little shake,
“where have you been with my hat?”
“Fvc been to call on Mrs. Much-
more,” answered Patty, eagerly, “and
she asked me to coins again.”
‘-AVell, you are the most presump-
tionc-t child I have ever heard of.”
And Mrs. Hawkins, forgetting hei
vexation, burst into peals of linging
laughter. “Asked you to come again,
did she? Ha, ha, ha! with that hat’
ha, ha, lia! And those mitts, ho, ho,
ho. If you ain’t ihe very funniest
looking figure I ever sec. You’re
enough to make tine most melancholy
woman in the world go into hysterics,
ha, ha, lia!”
“S' c didn’t laugh at all,” cried
Patty, the tears starting to her eyes,
“and she’s going to tako Patience to
ride.”
True to her word, Mrs. Muchmore
called for Patience the next day, and
it seemed to her as she sat by the child’s
side that she lookeif at'the trees, tho
field and tiie river for the first time,
for she saw them through the eye* of ,
tho little invalid, whose pleasure was
too deep for words. .
Git’s most like heaven,” she
CARNESVILLE, GA„ FRIDAY, NOVEMBER T. 181)0.
once, in answer to a question from her
new friend. “No, ma’am, 1 uever
saw anything so beautiful before, I
got hurt when I was a little bit of a
thing, and I never could walk slr.ee.
Oh, no, I dou’t mind it so much now,
because I can sit in a chair by the win¬
dow. It is hard to stay in bod all the
time.”
That was only tho beginning o‘
many drives for Patience, and before
tho summer was over she went for a
week to Mrs. Muchmoro’s cottago by
the lake and Patty was invited to go
with her and amuse her. When she
had once begun Mrs. Muchmoio found
it hard to know where to stop, and the
little inmates of the children’s hospital
began to think of her as their good
fairy.
“ What a pleasure it must be to bo
rich,” said a friend to her one day.
“Yes,” answered Mrs. Muchmore,
“but 1 never found it out until this
summer and I shall never cease to bo
grateful to Miss Patty Hawkins for
helping me to see the real blessedness
in it.—[Congregationalist.
The Man and 1 he Smasher.
While wc were waiting at Trenton
for the Long Blanch train a lot of
baggage had to he transferred. The
manner in which it was handled ex¬
cited the indignation of a score of pas¬
sengers, but no one w'anted a “scene”
and no protests were unde until the
last trunk was reached. It was an
ordinary zinc trunk, well strapped,
ami stout enough to go around the
world with fair usage. The man on
the truck ended it up, gave it a twisl
and a fling, and it struck oil end with
a crash and burst open. The owtiei
had been quietly surveying operations,
and as the climax came he stepped for¬
ward and asked:
“How much will it tako to repaii
that trunk?”
“BInmcdfino,” was the reply, fol¬
lowed by a chuckle.
“Then I will post you in your busi¬
ness,” quietly remarked the passeu-
ger.
He was a solid, broad-shouldered
mail; with one grab lie bad the bag¬
gageman by the hip and shoulder and
held him aloft as if he had been a
bundle of hay.
“What’s the damage?” he asked as
he prepared for a heave.
“Here — stop — hold on—don’t!”
shouted the terrified destroyer of bag-
K»ge.
“What’s the damage to my trunk?’
“Five d-dollars, and I’ll pay it.”
“O.:, you will? very well.”
His victim had scarcely reached his
feet when he fished up a $5 bill. His
face was whiter than flour, and he
trembled so that he had to sit down.
“Don’t forget that a passenger’s
trunk has all the rights of a passen¬
ger,” said the man as lie turned away
to light a cigar and walk up and
down.
“Who is he?” I asked of the man
on my left.
“Don’t you know? Why, that’s
Muldocu, the wrestler and trainer.”—*
[Detroit Free Press.
“Hit Me, Too.”
A certain genial old Bostonian, who
is a gentleman of leisure, likes nothing
better tlifln to watch the sports oi
children and contrive pleasant sur¬
prises for them. Tho Transcript tells
this story about him:
At one time, while loitering neat
the border of the pond in the Public
Garden, which is not far from his
residence. Mr. B—observed several
small boys on tbe curbstone, in stoop¬
ing postures, paddling the water with
their hands. The temptation to tap
the back of one of these bending ur¬
chins was’great and Mr. B— did tap
one briskly. The boy straightened up
like a flash, looked around and called
out:
“AA r hat did you strike me for, sir?”
“So that you might rise r.nd tako
this piece of money, my lad,” said the
old man, handing him a dime.
The boy, entirely appeased, grinned
broadly. And instantly all tho other
boys flocked up to Mr. B-, each
one shouting at the top of liis voice:
•‘Say, mister, hit me, will yer, mis¬
’
ter?”
She Read Him at Once.
“Is it trwue that you can—aw—
wead ebarwacter in the hand, Miss
Flitters?”
“Oli, indeed, yes, Mr. Smartie. I
am quite an adept.”
“AV-well wead mine, w-won’t
you ?”
“AA'hy certainly. Hm! Your hand
is very soft, Mr. Smartie.”—[Bazar.
A Decided Coolnessi
“1 noticed a coolness between Miss
Roseleaf and Mr. Treatley last night.”
' “Is that so? ’ And they're engaged,
i 00 .”
“Yes; they were eating ice cream
when I saw them.”—[Mumey’s AVeek-
OLD AND NEW.
Former War-Ships and Those of
Today Compared.
Manifold Duties Required of
Modern Men-of-wars Men.
Tho old sailing frigate and tho great
line of battlo ships, with towering
mnsts and enormous squares of can¬
vas, their long rows of guns, tier upon
tier, their crews of seven hundred
men, have disappeared iu tho mists of
the past along with tho heroes of
Cooper and Marryat. The smallest
vessel of our squadron, with her six
guns, her powerful engines, and all
the appliances of defence and offence,
that steam and electricity, in short,
that modern scienco contributes to the
safety and efficiency of a ship and a
ship’s company of tho present time,
would destroy a whole fleet of “saucy
Aretliusas.”
With the change in the ships, a
change in tho life and tho training of
a sailor has come, a change so g eat,
that one of Nelson’s old sea-dogs, or
even Jackie of our late war, wou.d be
dumbfounded at the manifold duties
required of a modern man-of-war’s
man. Jack must be a soldier nowa¬
days as well as a seaman. Ho must
understand the intricate mechanism
of the revolving cannon, tho delicate
sights and complicated breech appara¬
tus of the heavy guns with their hy¬
draulic mountings, tho management
and care of his magazine rifle and his
self-eccking revolver, as well as how
to go aloft in a gale ol’ wind and “pa~s
the weather ear-ring,” to pull an oar
in a boat, or to knot and splice a
rope.
In a man-of-war’s crew of today,
many of the men must bo specially
trained for the peculiar kind of work
falling to their share iu tho general
tout-enseu ble of modern scientific ap¬
pliances that aro necessary to insure
the efficiency of the ship as an instru¬
ment of warfare, and to provide for
the comfort and welfare of those
serving on board of her. For ex¬
ample, the Yorktown, which at the
time of the writing of this article is
probably the most thoroughly equipped
with the newest appointments of any
of the vessels of our new navy now%
commission, comprises in its crew of
180 men—exclusive of her line offi¬
cers, surgeon, engineers, and pay¬
master—several expert electricians to
run the dynamo and keep in order the
electric appliances; machinists—one
of whom is a boilermaker, and the
others qualified for duties connected
with tiie running and repairing of the
complicated engines, tho distilling of
the drinking-water, tho heating ap¬
paratus, and the many uses that steam
may be put to; an apothecary, several
so-called yeomen as assistants to the
paymaster, engineers, etc.; besides a
blacksmith, tailor, painter, carpenters,
tailmaker and others.
An Insect that Is Bought and Sold.
The cochineal is of interest to us
because of its use in making scarlet
dyes. It is found in the woods in hot
countries, particularly iu certain parts
of Mexico and South America, its
habitat being the plants of the cactus
family. The female is the most im-
poi taut member of the cochineal house¬
hold, as she is the color-producer.
She is wingless, of a deep brown
color, and her body is covered with a
whitish powder. This little insect
fastens itself to a branch of the cactus,
and thrusting its beak into the mass it
stays there usually for life, sucking
the juices of tho plant. It increases
in size rapidly and soon it is hard to
tell it from a seed or berry.
When the female is full of eggs she
stops feeding, incloses herself iu a
white downy film which she spins for
herself, and dies. But it is now that
her usefulness really begins. Just be.
fore the eggs arc laid the cochineal is
fu.lest of the coloring matter which
forms so important an article of com¬
merce. Tho whole plant seems then to
be laden with its purple harvest, and
the myriad insects are brushed off' upon
pieces of cloth spread to catch them.
Then they are speedily killed by hot
water or on hot plates, and when
dried are ready for the market.
How many of these little cochineal
bugs do you suppose are required to
weigh a pound? Seventy thousand!
“AVell,” says some bright lad, -‘if it
takes so many to weigh a pound the
stock of cochineal dye-stuff must be
quite limited.” No, the cochineal in¬
dustry is au extensive one. Large
plantations of cactus ave grown es¬
pecially, to raise the cochineal bug, and
it is said that in a single year there
have been imported into the United
States aiefne nearly 2,00(^000 pounds
of these dried insects, valued at a
round jniHiou of dollars. Emr-
land buys an equally large amount,
and France deal* in them quite as ex¬
tensively. As many as 1400 tons of
cochinc.il have beon exported iu the
past when this industry was at its
height, but the use of uniline dyes lias
lessened tbe trado considerably. The
most rcoent statistics of cochineal im¬
ports show that the quantity annually
brought to this country amounts lrom
600,000 to 600,000 pounds, valued at
i? 150,000 to $200,000. — [American
Agriculturist.
Picturesque Hellgolanders.
The national costume is not yet dis¬
carded in this Arcadian isle, but it is
generally reserved for holidays and
Sunday. Women look demure in red
petticoats fringed with yellow, dark
jackets, aprons of snowy white, and
black pokc-bonncts. As a fact, how¬
ever, the bonnet is seldom seen except
on dowagers, tho head-gear of young
women being a light-colored shawl,
worn Spanish fashion.
The mon wear top boots, bluo trous¬
ers, white linen “jumpers” and sou’*
wester hats. But even they are seen
more often in a quiet conventional
dress of some serviceable stufi'. A
bride’s toilet is surpassingly strange,
the chief feature being a tall bat or
crown, elaborately ornamented with
pins, and which falls a fringed man¬
tle. Even her personal finery,however
is secondary to the trappings of (lie
bed, which is decked by herself and
her friends in the bridegroom’s house.
The whitest of linen, plenty of luce,
and doubtless a mountain of feathers,
go to make it sumptuous. Guests are
bidden by the lovers together, in per¬
son. After the marriage ceremony in
the church, the party repair to the new
home, aud partake of a national cake,
eaten with a sauco of syrup and
melted butter, When the merry-mak¬
ing is over, the whole party go in pro¬
cession over every street on the island.
More eating and drinking and dancing,
and at last homo.—[Scribner.
A Curious Liltle Railroad.
“You fellows down here can talk
about your railroads, but I have struck
the biggest tli'ng in tbe way of a rail¬
road in the West that I ever saw in my
life.” He was a big Wall street oper¬
ator who had just returned from a
trip over the Illinois Central, and lie
was telling his experiences to a group
in Delmonico’s.
“It’s a little, single-track, narrow-
gauge road, and I discovered it in a
rich farming portion of Central Illi¬
nois. It is owned and run by the
farmers, and all the hands from en-
gin er down are farmers’ sons, Tho
stations are tho farm houses a’ong the
line, and there’s one through train a
day—all freight, with ono passenger
car hitched on.
“There is no telegraph or block sys¬
tem, for there can be no collision.
Nobody knows when a train is coming
until it is in sight. The rails are laid
on ties placed on the virgin prairie,
and there is no roadbed and no grade.
“Notwithstanding all this it carries
lots of freight in the way of produce
from the farms to a branch of the Illi¬
nois Central, and it pays the farmers
who own it well. It lias no name,
and you won’t find it in Poor’s Man¬
uel.”— [New York Sun.
Absurd Russian Superstitions.
The mo*t absurd superstitions are
rife in Russia. At Serpookhov, near
Moscow, an official announcement was
recently placarded at the street corner.
The common people are unable to
read. They requested a man, who
looked like a priest, to decipher for
them the contents of the bill. He un¬
hesitatingly and positively declared
that it contained the warning that the
city of Serpookhov would be swal¬
lowed in the ground. In less than an
hour the news spread throughout the
place, and the people abandoned (heir
work and began streaming out into the
fields in largo crowds. All the facto¬
ries were deserted by the laborers. It
was some time before the frightened
crowds were restored to reason and to
i heir regular pursuits, but the origin¬
ator of the trouble could not be found.
Fell 95 Feet and AVent to AVork.
George Holloway was sent to the top
of the large brick chimney ninety-five
feet high at the glass works in New
Albany, Ind., the other afternoon to
tear down the structure. Hardly had
he reached tho top when he slipped
and fell into the stack, and ricocheting
from side to side, struck the bottom
almost without a scratch. lie was at
work again in i n hoar-—[Indianapolis
(Iud.) Journal.
Liberal Courts.
First Criminal: •‘Courts is mighty
unreasonable. ”
Second Criminal: “Yet I alters
found ’em open ter conviction.”—
Epoch
I’lIILDHEJi’S COLUMN.
THE El.r AND THE UUMU1.S 1IEK.
“Oh, Bumble lice I
Humble Heel
Don’t fly so near!
Or you will tumble uie
Over, I four!”
‘Ob, funny elfl
Funny elf!
Don’t be alarmed I
I’m looking for lmney, elf.
You shan’t be harmed.”
“Then tarry,
Ob, tarry, Bee!
Fill up your sack;
And carry, oh, carry me
Home on your back I ”
—Oliver Herford, in St. Nicholas
THie LONGEST !>'V.
It is quite important, when speaking
of tho longest day iu tho year, to Nay
what part of the world we are talking
about, as will bo seen by reading the
following list, which tells tho length
of the longest day in several places.
IIow unfortunate are tho children iu
Tornea, Finland, where Christmas
Day is less than three hours in length.
At Stockholm, Sweden, it is eighteen
and one-half hours in length.
At Spitzbergon tho longest day is
three and one-half months.
At London, England, and Bremen,
Prussia, tho longest day has sixteen
and one-half hours.
At Hamburg, Germany, and Dant-
zig, in Prussia, the longest day has
seventeen hours.
At Wnrdbury, Norway, tho longest
day lasts from May 21 to July 22 with¬
out interruption.
At St. Petersburg, Russia, and
Tobolsk, Siberia, the longest day is
nineteen hours and the shortest live
lio urs.
At Tornea, Finland, June 21 brings
a day nearly twenty-two hours long
and Christmas one loss than three
hours in length.
At New York the longest day is
about fifteen hours, ami at Montreal,
Canada, it is sixteen hours.
TRAINING A PRINCE.
Many years ago Miss Iliilyard, the
governess in the royal family, seeing
the Prince of Wales inattentive to his
studies, said: “Your royal highness is
not minding your business; will you
be pleased to look at your book and
learn your lesson?”
liis royal highness said ho would
not.
“Then I shall pat you in tho cor¬
ner,” said the governess.
His royal highness again replied
that he should not learn his lesson,
neither should ho go into the corner,
for he was the Prince of AVales; and,
as if to show his authority, lie kicked
his little foot through a pane of glass.
Surprised at this act of bold defiance,
Miss Hillyard, rising from her scat,
said: “Sir, you must learn your les¬
son, and if you do not, though yon
are tho Prince of Wales, I shall put
you in the corner.” However, threats
were of no avail; the defiance was
repeated, and that, too, in the same
determined manner as before — liis
royal highness breaking another pane
of glass.
Miss Hillyard, seeing her authority
thus set at naught, rang the bell and
requested that his father, his royal
highness Prince Albert, might be sent
for. Shortly after the Prince arrived
and having learned the reason why his
presence was required, addressing the
Prince of Wales, and pointing to a
stool or ottoman, said; “You sit
there, sir.” Prince Albert then went
to his own room and returning with a
Bible in his hand, he said to his royal
highness, the Prince of Wales: “Now,
I want you to listen to what St. Paul
says about the people who are under
tutors and governors.”
And having read the passage to him,
ho added: “ t is undoubtedly true
that you are the Prince of AYales, and
if you conduct yourself properly you
may some day be a great man. You
niay be king in the room of your
mother; but now you arc only
a little boy; though you arc the
Prince of AVales, you are only a child
under tutors and governors, who must
be obeyed, and have those under
them to do as they arc bid.
Moreover, I must tell you what
Solomon says, and he read to him the
declaration that he who loveth his son
chasteneth him betimes; and then, in
order to show his child, he chastised
and put him in a corner, saying:
“Now, sir, you will stand there until
you have learned your lesson, and
until Miss Hillyard gives you leave to
come out, and remember that you are
under tutors and governors, and that
they must be obeyed.”—[Christian at
A York-
Accounted For.
“Living iu the Country 1 :now?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you miss the noise and bustle
of tho city?”
“No. I have two children.”
NO. 44.
Sing, Sweet.
8iiijr, Sweet, Sing!
TLougli our happy Java iuny bn waning*
For far and nway tlio heavens arc Kray,
Aud tomorrow it may be mining—
Mo, slug, Sweet, sing!
Sing, Sweet, slngl
The aim on tbe hill is dying;
Though failed) the rain it is still nil In vai*
To bo eternally sighing—
So, sing, Sweet, slngl
Sing, Sweet, sing!
For, as long ns a hope is living,
There aro pleasure* to leel, and sorrows to
heal,
And the blessed joy of giving —
So, sing, Sweet, slngl
Sing, Sweet, sing!
(live tho joy in your henrt. an outing,
That others may hear and take courage,
dear;
For your song may quiet their doubting-*
Then, sing, Sweet, sing!
Sing, Sweet, Bing!
The birds In the woods are mating;
Oh, trust and be pure, and, I tell you—sure-*
Our God will bless our waiting—
Oh, Sweet, Sweet, sing!
—[Ella lligginson, in West Shore.
HUMOROUS.
As good ns a mile—eight furlongs.
Como into port with a bow—ocean
steamers.
Acknowledged as the “last” man—
the shoemaker.
Add fuel to the flames—stokers on
ocean steamers.
“Allow mo to introduce myself,”
the burglar said whou lie jimmied the
window.
A truo word is often spoken in jest;
but wo always like it to be about some
oilier fellow.
Every young lady should belong to
mi archery club. Skill in drawing »
beau is very desirablo.
Elderly Coquette: I have givon
many a man the sack. Gas de Smith:
I suppose so. You lmvo had enough
time.
The paper having Hie largest circu¬
lation in this country is published at
Washington. It is called the Ono Dol¬
lar Bill.
“I see that your Chinese servant
has managed to pick up a good deal of
English.” “Yes, lie walked away
with my dictionary.”
Thresher’s nine-year-old explains
that sometimes lie doesn’t have to go a
yard before he gets a rod. Ilis father
gets the rod, and doesn’t spare it.
“Won’t you plcuso play us some¬
thing, Mrs. Ilammerandbang?” asked
McBrick. “I should like to ever so
much,” she said, looking at her watch;
“but, really, I lmvc no time.” “So I
have heard,” replied McBrick; “but
wc will overlook that, you know.”
When love was strong and love was young*
And she was yet to win.
He used to praise with flattering tongue
Her pretty dimpled chin.
Now, though she’s still his heart’s delight,
As in the bygone years,
When home he’s going late at night,
It is her chin he fears !
He Didn’t Bear.
, Colonel Chapman was a moneyed
old felow who made friends among
many of the young fellows of his
town, lie rarely hesituted to let one of
them have a little money any time he
should happen to need a few dollars
temporarily, and so good was his
judgment of human nature that ho
rarely made a mistake. Ono day he
was approached by a young man of
questionable honesty. He pretented
to be very busy at bis desk, but the
young fellow did not notice it.
“Colonel,” lie began, “Pd like to
borrow $10 from you for a few
days.”
The old fellow did not look up.
“what’s that?’ he said brusquely,
"I didn’t hear you.”
“I would like,” said the young man,
reconsidering his proposition, “to bor¬
row $20 of you for a week.”
“Great Scott!” exclaimed the old
man, rising, “I suppose if I had not
beard your last request you would be
asking me for $40 now.”—[Chicago
Herald.
Trees 650 Feet Tall.
Prof. Fred G. Plummer, the civil
engineer of Tacoma, says: “I have
been all over (bis country and have the
best collection of the flora to be found
anywhere. AVIiat do you think of
these trees C50 feet high? They are
to be found that high in the unsur¬
veyed townships near the foot of
Mount Tacoma, and what is more I
have 6eeii them and made an instru¬
mental measurement of a number
with that result. There are lots of
trees near tho base of Mount Tacoma
whose fo iage is so far above the
ground that it is impossib'e to tell to
what family they belong except by the
bark. Very few people know or
dream of the immensity of our forest
growth. 1 wish tbit some of our
laVge trees could be sept to the AVorld’s
Fair at Chicago. We could send a
flag pole, for instance, 800 dr 400 feet
long.”****-[Olympia (Wash.) Tribune.