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[ Memory and Hope.
„| 0 ry of sunlight and flowers,
r.°r , , and dazzle of sky,
® “ of ocean cloud
tbc w ind sleeps and the never
’ lowers,
Sweet By-and-By 1
wvoursoft nutlet me never deny
TW T dorly mingled of shadow and shine,
' and fair to the eye,
Fresh to t lie spirit Syne.
Days of Lang
oh for the rapture of moonlighted bowers,
Kissra that tremble and vows that reply;
011 ‘... ,h C loves of the heart to be ours,
Sweet By-and-By!
yetwUli tliose visions these ever must vie,
Friendships that hallow and souls that
entwine. bosom tbat tie,
Fellowship 3 dear in your
Days of Lang Synel
Oh for thy magic unfolding of powers,
Silvery tongue with brave truth for ally,
*rt that impassions and wisdom that dowers,
Sweet By-and-By 1
Berei too, arc thoughts springing noble aud
high, soul how they sparkle and
Gems of the
shine!
yours are the counsels that shall never die,
Days of Lang Syne.
ENVOI.
Friend, may it be that we ever shall sigh,
Sweet By-and-By.
Thine are the lees, and for you waa the wine,
Days of Lang Syne.
When Jason Went Courting.
Jason was five and forty. He
was a tall man and very loan, and had
little reason to pride himself upon his
good looks. His usual costumo con¬
sisted of an old hat gone to seed, a
hickory shirt, and pantaloons, almost
knee-high below and reaching to his
srmpiis above, hold in position by ono
susponder. It was rumored that he
was possessed of a pair of shoes, but
never wore them. As for a coat, he
bad never owned one in his life—a
blanket serving his purpose in cold
weather.
It is not, however, a case of laziness
or unthrift with Jason; on the con¬
trary, he wa3 very industrious and
successful in gathering a full share of
this world’s goods around him.
Jason was not a miser, nor was
he a misanthrope. He was a very
liberal and jolly fellow, full
of fun and fond of laughter.
His home was a big, rambling log
house on the edge of the timber bor¬
dering Magnolia Creek. Thenobehad
lived alone since his sister married and
wont away to a homo of her own.
Jason had never liked the life lie was
leading, but he could not make up his
mind to marry, for, strange to say, in
spite of his own outward appearance,
his ideal of a wife had always been a
high one.
But there' may have been another
reason for his remaining single so
long. The loneliuess of the old place
weighed more and more upon hitn and
the idea of marrying look possession
of him as never-before, when Mandy
Ray returned to Magnolia Creek, a
widow.
They met one night at a candy pull¬
ing party. He had not felt so young
and happy for ten years; and the
more he thought of it tho more he
wondered if it had been on account
of losing Mandy, long ago, that he had
found it so hard to choose a wife.
“It sorter seems like in a dream,
now that she is back again, that I used
to think a heap of Mandy,” he mused.
“It’s a wonder I never in all these
fears thought of it before. It seems-
too, now when I think of it, that I
didn’t feel right well the day she mar¬
ried. But who would have thought
that it was because—well, because she
married that feller?”
Jason smiled sadly, but bis face
sobered presently as he thought* of
other things connected with the olden
times.
“I had mother and sister Nice them
days, and I was took good care of. I
reckon (hat’s the reason I didn’t know
tvhat was the matter with me. But
I’m all alone now.”
There was a moisture in his eyes,
and he bowed his head iu his hands.
His thoughts went back lo Mandy
once more.
“She seemed to be awful glad to
see me the other night. I wonder
what she would say if I went to see
her.”
Jason thought (he mat(er over long
and deeply, and the more he thought
of it the more he felt impelled to pay
the widow a visit.
By evening his mind was made up.
It was with boyish eagerness that he
determined to go.
He went to the pasture to catch Pete,
his fovorite mnle, but that sagacious
animal refused to be caught. Gentle
or harsh words were the same to Pete
just then, and even an ear of corn
could not tempt him to come within
reach.
In the light of later events Jason
thought the mule was endowed with
second sight; bnt just then he Was
angry and excited. After a long
ehase, the mule permitted himself to
& ?»»?!) t.
THE ENTERPRISE.
CARNEHVILI.lv FRANKLIN (;0.. GA„ FRIDAY. JANUARY i9.1892.
Jason mounted upon hU steed was
a sight to behold. But little did ho
care about his appearance*, he was
simply himself, exactly liko the Jason
everybody knew, and nothing more.
It was about sundown whou Jason
rode up to tho house where Mainly
was living with her parents. 8ho
was sitting out on the gallery, sewiug
busily; she looked up, and when she
saw who it was, sho smiled ami
blushed prettily.
“Come in,” she said.
Uo started to dismount, when tho
mule suddenly became frightened at
something, and began to jump and
plunge wildly. Jason regained his
seat in tho saddle, aud tried with all
his strength to hold back, but the
mule was too strong for him, and al¬
most before he knew it, they were
going homeward again at break-neck
speed.
Mandy ran to the gale to seo what
would happen, aud when she saw that
Jason was sitting securely in Ihe sad¬
dle, but unable to turn the mule to
the left or tho right, a mirthful smile
overspread her pretty fnce.
“How funny. But I hope he won't
get hurt,” she murmured.
Then sho returned to the gallery
and picked up her sowing, but the sun
had gone down then, aud the
twilight shadows were gathering fast,
so that instead of resuming her work
she folded her hands idly on her lap
aud sat there dreaming.
“It doesn't seem so long since I was
a girl on Magnolia Creek,” she mused-
“Jason was just about the same
then as lie is now; but I reckon I hare
changed. I UBed to think that he
thought a good deal of me, them days,
(hough he never said so in so many
words. I wonder what he was com¬
ing here for this evening. I’m foolsh,
maybe, but somehow 1 think he cares
for me still. If he only knew,”
—here her thoughts were rudely dis¬
turbed by some one ca ling within the
house, come to supper, Mandy.”
Iu tho meanwhile Jason and the
mule had made good time toward
homo. They were almost there when
Jason managed to turn the mule
around, aud then they began the jour-
ney anew, It was tedious work, for
the mule was unwilling to go, and the
kicks and blows the rider administered
had but small effect.
“YVhat’s got into you to-night, any
way?” Jason inquired of the mule.
The mule stopped in the middle of
the road.
“Git up, Pete,” said Jason coax-
ingly. “I’m going a-courtm’, Pete,
and I want to go now while I know
what I want.”
Whether the mule understood what
Jason said or not would be hard to
say, but ho certainly started off again
at a brisk trot.
Just below where the road crossed
Magnolia Creek was a small lake
wherein the water, during the dry
season, was a little ever one foot in
depth. When the mule and the rider
came in sight of this small lake, the
former took it into his head to turn
aside from the voad and go into the
water. Jason did not seriously object
to this, thinking that perhaps his long-
oared steed was thirsty, and that by
humoring him a little he would be
more willing to go afterward.
Pete did not drink, however, but
waded into the middle of the lake and
stopped. Then he began to bray so
loud that Jason became etartled aud
1101 vons.
The moon was just rising and illu¬
minated tho east, but the little lake
was still in deep shadow. Bohind anil
bu either hand were the dark woods,
w },ere the fireflies darted hither aud
thither like miniature flashes of light¬
ning, but in front and above, the
bank of the creek rose clear against
the moonlit sky.
Jason looked up and his heart al¬
most stopped beating with fear.
Plainly outlined against the sky he
saw an animal the like of which ho
had never soen before. He suddenly
remembered he had heard some hunt¬
ers S ay, a few days before, that they
had seen the tracks of a Mexican lion
not many miles away. Straightway
he thought that he recognized iu the
animal fieforo him the shape of the
lion, as it had been described, and
when he heard it utter a roar which
drowned even the loud braying of
Pete, lie was certain that he was right
in his surmise.
Jason did hot stop to see what
would happen bnt slid off the mule’s
back into the muddy wator, aud rsn
as fast a* hi* leg* w>uld carry him.
Eveu in his excitement his errand
was not forgotten, for be thoughtfully
shaped bis course so that it would
bvinr him to Mandy, and be succeeded
in reaching his destination about 9
o’clock, wet from the water aud dew,
and scratched and torq by briars and
bramble?-
Equal Rights to all, Special Privil eges to None.
Mauily was setting out on the gal¬
lery as if site had been expecting him,
and when ho camo to tho goto sho
spoke to him cheerily.
“I was determined to come, Mandy,
and I have got here at last. Was you
looking for me?’’ ho asked, as ho
sea oil himself on a chair bosido iter.
“Well, maybe.”
“What made you?”
“Oh, just because—”
“Pshaw I Yon was a-looking for
somebody else, Mandy.”
“Jason 1”
“Well, you she, Mandy, there ain’t
hardly ttobody lu the world that looks
for nte, these days, and t could hardly
believe it wheu you said so.”
Jason tried to gaze into her eyes,
hut she kept them hidden from him
by looking down on iter folded hands.
“I’m awful lonesome, Mandy,” Ja¬
son continued. “ Mother is dead and
Sister Nico is done married, and the
old place don’t seem like home any
more.”
“I atn sorry for you,Jason,” Mandy
murmured, still persistently looking
down.
Jason had become nervous and ex¬
cited by tiiis time, and could find no
more words to say. Ho moved about
uneasily iu his chair, aud presently lie
got up and walked to the edge of the
gallery.
“Well, I guess I better bo going
home and not keep folks out of bed
all night,” lie said. “Good night,
Mandy.”
“Say. Jason, you are the biggest
fool I ever saw,” cried Mandy, laugh-
ing merrily,
“lknow it.” muttered Ja<*
ing toward the gato.
“Good night, Jason."
Ilo opened the gale slowly and wont
out; but he had not gone far when he
cante to a sudden halt, and stood ir¬
resolute for a moment.
“I’ll ask her if it kills me,” he
cried, and turned and walked back to
Ihe gate.
“Say, Mandy, won't you come out
here for a minute?” he said, as he
grasped the gato post for support.
A happy smile played around Han¬
dy’s pretty face as she stepped off the
gallery and went to him.
“I came to ask you -something,” ho
said, when she was near to him, “and
I'll ask it or burst.”
“What is it?” she inquired very
gently.
“I want you. I love you. Will
you have mo?’’
“Yes,” she whispered—[New Or¬
leans Times-Deinocrat.
A Western Wonder.
The greatest wonder iu the State of
Iowa, or perhaps any other state, is
what they call “Walled Lake,” iu
Wright county, 12 miles from the Du¬
buque and Pacific railway anil abou’j
150 miles west of Dubuque city. The
water is from two to three feet higher
than the earth’s surface, In mosf
places the wall is 10 feet high, 15 feet
wide at the bottom and five feet wide
at the top. Another fact is the size of
the stone used in its construction: the
whole is of stone, varying iu weight
from three tons down to 100 pounds.
There is an abundance of stone in
Wright county; but, surrounding tho
lake, lo (lie extent of five or ten miles,
there are none, No one can form an
idea a9to the means employed to bring
them to the spot, or who constructed
the wall. Around the entire lake is a
bell of woodland half a mile in width,
composed of oak with this exception,
the country is a rolling prairie. The
trees, therefore, must have been placed
there at the lime of building the wall.
In the spring of 1856 there was a great
storm, aud the ice on the lake broke
the wall in several places, and the
farmers in (hat vicinity were obliged
to repair the damages to prevent
inundation, The lake occupies a
ground surface of 1000 acres, with
depth of water as great as 25 feet.
The water is clear and cold, soil sandy
and loamy. It is singular that no one
lias been able to ascerlaiu where the
water comes from, aud where it goes
to, yet it always remains clear and
fresh. —[Detroit Free Press.
A Student of Human Nature.
Mrs. Slimpurse—Why in tho world
did you tell Mrs. Do Fashion we had
summered in Europe?
Mr. Slimpurse—You don’t suppose
I’d confess to her that we’d been econ¬
omizing in Frogtown, do you? Not
much.
Mrs. Slimpurse—But, dear me,
she’ll tell others, and before long ail
sorts of people will be asking us about
Europe, and we haven’t cither of us
ever been east of Sandy Hook.
Mr. Slimpurse—Don’t you fear.
Tell people you’ve just got back from
Europe and they’ll change the subject
quicker than a wink, for fear you’ll
start lo falkiug abont it,—[New York
Feebly
SHIPPING CATTLE.
How Bullocks Are Transported
Across the Ocean.
Many Like a Sea Voyage and
a Sniff of Salt Air.
Boasts shippod from this city to
Europe are all bullocks. Mott em¬
ployed by the owners in tho West loos
after them all the way from tho plains
to the stockyards on tho other side.
Each man lias the care of thirty head
of cattle. Much oould bo written
about these nten, their trials, their
hardships, their desperate predica¬
ments. Wonderful stories thoy toll to
any porsou who will listen to them.
They are nil hardy follows and aro
mostly from tho West. Thoy work
their way to New York with tho cat¬
tle, then across the ocean, back to New
York and across tho continent to tho
plains. Thoy are always on tho go,
never have any money, and generally
die with their bools ou.
Upon reaching Jersey City from the
West the cattle are takon from the
close cars into an immonso box-like
pasture. Hero they are allowed to
roam at will for twenty-four hours.
This giwes them oxorcise aud a chance
to breathe. They arc well watered,
well fed and examined by a specialist
upon the diseases of cattle, who weeds
out the unhealthy ones.
After this first twenty-four hours
the cattle are driven upon bargee, put
back into the box cars or aboard rail¬
road floats. The floats are taken in
tow by powerful tugboats and towed
down the Hudson into the East River
to the dock of tho steamship which is
to carry them to England. The floats
are tied to the steamship with stout
ropes and then the work of transfer¬
ring the animals begins.
Broad gang planks with high rail¬
ings on either side aro set in plnco
over the ship’s side. Those planks aro
“ribbed” to keep tho cattle from slip¬
ping down. Aboard the steamer the
cattle are driven to (heir compart¬
ments. These aro large enough to
hold three, and on some vessels four,
bullocks abreast.
The cattle are carried on tho spar,
main aud steerage decks. A large
steamship like those now used carries
from 1000 to 1500 head. The com¬
partments are just largo enough to
let the animals lie down or roll about
a little. The boasts are tied in these
immediately they are driven aboard
from the float. A stout rope is put
about the animal’s horns, then passed
through a hole in a 8 .inch board at
the head of the stall and knotted on
4 he other side. Fresh straw is put
in tiie stalls every day, and the animals
are well fed and woll watorod during
the voyage.
“It is amusing,” said the captain of
one of the vessels tho other day, “to
watch the eattle during an ocean voy¬
age. Like human beings some of
them seem to enjoy tho trip aud the
salt air. Others appear to be timid
and frightened. Some of them get
deathly seasick, others are good sail¬
ors. The creatures seem to be able
to scent a storm from afar just as
they do out on the plains. Their ter¬
rified bcllowings during a gale aie
enough to try the best of nerves. The
animals seem to know when tho ship
gets the worst of it in a gale and to
understand and appreciate Us danger
and their own. I have never boon on
a wrecked cattle ship, hut friends of
mino who have say that when they
abandon the ship (lie cattle set up a
terrible bellowing. Some break from
their stalls, plunge into ocean and fol¬
low the ship’s boats, swimming until
they become exhausted.
“Despite contrary reports the cattle
are very well protected during the
trip from the elements. Iron decks
are raised over their bodies, but even
these offer but little resistance to the
furious seas that often sweep ovor the
steamer, carrying decks, fittings and
hundreds of head of cattle overboard.
“Disease among the cattle while at
sea is difficult to attend to. It Is next
to impossible to separate tho diseased
from the healthy. The only thing to
do is to shoot down those afflicted.
Pleuro pneumonia kills off a great
many at sea.
“When the cattle reach the other
side they have but twenty-four hours
to live. It is the law tbat they must
be slaughtered within that time afler
leaving the steamer. The English
passed this law to keep the shippers’
prices down,claiming that the shipped
cattle all suffered with pleuropneumo¬
nia, and that if permitted to live
longer than that time among the home
animals they would spread this dis¬
ease by contagion. So the American
cattle are put on barges from the
steamer, taken up to the [New slaughter
houses and killed.” — York
Recorder.
Flight of the Wild Geese.
Of all tho migrating birds nono tto
more interesting than these great and
far journoyors, which aro, with the
exception of the wild swan, tho big¬
gest of thorn all. Ono of tbeir mys¬
teries is the wonder how they contrive
to live—as they do—till November, In
tho upper regions of Baflin’s Bay, and
oven up to latitndo 80 dogroes, or
thereabout; for the waters on the
shores where they live mast all be
frozen hard and fast by that time—
and uuder such conditions how do
they got tho marine plants on which
tlioy largely exist?
Ilowevor that may bo, hero they
come, sweeping southward through
the cold autumnal sky, either in a
straight line, or (ns is qnito often the
case) in two groat lines, diverging to
a point at tho bend, und Hying goner-
ally very high. That ono object at
the pointed bond of the columns is al¬
ways an old gander. Ilis loud honk,
honk, heard faintly down tho wiud as
a veritable voice from tho sky, leads
tho fanner or tho pedostrian to look
up and to search the gray sky for a
sight of the well known V shapod
lines of those sky voyagers “who bring
tho cold weather following after
them.” Tho loader’s frequent call is
answered by tho mombers of his largo
company, In a half gurgling, indes¬
cribable sot of notes—as if the leader
had asked, “How aro you all getting
on, thero behindP”—and his followers
w-ero responding, “All’s well—all’s
well.” They fly over the continent in
a direct line. They take the most
direct route—bo it over laud or water;
and they aro likely to alight for rest
or food on sonic water, be it on the
shore or inland, at a time when they
are not likely to be soon. But their
too sociuble calls and noises betray
them—and in such places as the ponds
and coves about Long Island’s Mon-
tank Point, whore tlioy always pro.
ferred lo stop for a good sociable
time, they have been so mercileBBly
pursued by sportsmon that they aro
less seen there now than they once
wero. They delight, like tho wild
sivati, in such feeding grounds as are
afforded by tho bays and sheltered
waters—half fresh and half salt—of
tho extensive tract on the North Carol¬
ina const known as Alberntarle Sound;
r region where they linger long and
stay Into, and woulu perhaps, but for
the hunters, remain, many of them,
ail winter,— [Hartford Times.
Where They Put tho Poultlco.
There is a time to keep silence, but
It evidently was not the right tiino in
the case of a boy mentioned, who
lives in an Ontario town. lie got a
sliver in his foot, and, in spite of his
protestations, his mother decided to
pluco a poultice over his wound. The
boy vigorously resisted.
“1 won’t have no poultice,” ho de¬
clared stoutly.
“Yes, you will, Eddie,” declared
both mother and grandmother, firmly,
and, the majority being two to one,
at bedtime the poultice was ready.
If the poultice was ready tho boy
was not, and lie proved so refractory
that a switch was brought into requi¬
sition. It was arranged that the grand¬
mother should apply the poultice,whiio
the mother was to stand with the up¬
lifted switch at the bedside. The boy
was told that if he “opened his moulh”
lio wonlil receive that which would
keep hirn quiot. As tiro hot poultice
touched the boy’s foot he opened his
mouth.
“You—” ho began.
“Keep still,” said ids mother, shak¬
ing her stick, while the grandmother
busily applied (ho poultice.
Once more the little fellow opened
hiR month.
“1_”
But tho uplifted switch awed him
into silence.
In a minute more the poultice was
firmly in place, and tho little boy was
tucked in bed.
“There, now,” said his mother,“the
old sliver will bo drawn out and
Eddie’s foot will he all well.”
As the mother and grandmother
moved triumphantly away a shrill,
small voice camo from under Ihe bed¬
clothes:
“You’ve got it on llie wrong fool!”
—[Rehoboth Sunday Herald.
A Queer Pet,
In a country town in northern
Pennsylvania Ihero lives a little old
man who sells milk, carrying it from
house to house morning and evening
in a small hand-cart. There is nothing
strange about that, but his companion
on these daily trips is the very
strangest you ever heard of—an old
gray goose, who follows him about in
the most dignified manner, and stand*
watch over ihe cart, letting no one go
near it in bin master’s absence. His
name is Major, and his master says
that he is just as useful a* a dog would
be.—[Harper’s Funny Peoplo.
OFFICIAL OllGAK
T3 B CX 1-
FRANKLIN COUNTY ALLIANCE
CHILDREN'S COLUMN,
six rr.ET.
My little rough dog aud I
Live a life that is rather rare,
Wo havo so many good walks to take,
And so few bad things to bear;
So mticb that gladdens and recreates,
So little of wear and tear.
Sometimes It blows and rains,
Hut still the six feet ply;
No care at all to the following four
If tho leading two know why,
’Tit a pleasure to havo six feot we think,
My little rough dog and I.
And we travel all one way;
TIs a thing we should never do,
To reckon the two without the four,
Or the four without the two;
It would not be right if anyone triod,
Because it would not be true.
And who shall look up and snv,
That it ought not so to be.
Though the earth that is heaven enough for
him,
la less than that to me,
For a little rough dog can wake a joy
That enters eternity.
— [New York Advertiser.
A MIUTH-PBOVKlNO GAMS.
If you want a mirth-provoking
game send ono person out of the
room and toll hint lie is to guess tho
nanio of tho game from tho actions of
(ho guests. Lot him lu, and when he
sits down they sit. If lie walks to a
corner of the room, thoy accompany
him; where ho looks, they look; what
ho says they repeat, Sometimes it
takes a really clever person a quarter
of an hour to guess that tho name of
the game is “imitation.”—[Brooklyn
Citizen.
C'KUSBRATKO DWARt’S.
Early in tho last century a brother
and sister attracted groat attention
for smallness of staturo. They woro
of Polish birth and wero pooplo of
groat accomplishments and elegant
manners. When tho brother, Count
Berowlaski, was one year old, he
measured 14 inches iu bight. Five
years after lie had gained but 3 inches*
but at the ago of 20 he had reached to
88 inchos and at 30 tho measurement
was 6 inchos more, and then growth
ceased.
The sister, Anastasia, 7 years
younger, could stand under her
brother’s arm. The count liveii to be
almost 100__[Detroit Free Press.
PAPER BAGS.
“Here's your teal” cried Robin,
rushing into tho kitchen, “And—O
mamma—”
“Hero’s your coffee!” cried Dakie,
tumbling in at Robin’s heels. “And
—O mamma, can’t we have tho bag*
to bang ofl?”
“I suppose so,” laughed mamma,
aud she brought out tho tea and coffee
canisters, and filled them, and gave
the empty bags to tho boys, who blow
them us full as they could hold again
of wind.
“Hold on!” cried Caleb. Caleb
was the chore-boy, and he had come
in aftor a drink of water. “Mr. Wil¬
ley, dowu to the Lower Village, glvoe
half a cent apiece for paper bags.”
“Poll! What’s half a ceut?” asked
Robin, scornfully.
“It’s half a cent,” said Dakie,laugh¬
ing, “and two halves mako a whole
one. Pin going to save mine, Caleb,
all I gel.”
“Well. I ain’t,” said Robin. “It’s
more fun to lire ’em off.”
So ho fired hia off. It made a pretty
loud noise, but that was the end of
it; and Dakio put his away, and
mamma smiled, and Caleb went back
to his work.
Robin laughed a good deal at Dakie-
Ho called him “Paper Bags.” But
Dakie didn’t mind. “I’ll pay hirn off,
pretty quick,” said lie to Caleb.
But it was not until the morning of
Robin’s birthday that Dukio did “pay
him off.” The afternoon before.
Caleb went to the Lower Village and
Dakio went, too, while Robin was
playing ball with Davy Gay. And in
the morning when 7-year-old Robin
came to his breakfast thero was a lit-
tie round object, wrapped in paper
and tied with thread, beside his plate.
“Why, what’s this?” he asked.
“Paper bags!” shouted Dakie.
But it wasn’t, exactly. It was t
nice morocco-covered bait.
“Why, it’s ever so much prettier ’r
Davy’s!” cried Robin. “Where’d yoe
got it, honest, Dakie?”
“Paper bags,” laughed Dakie,
again. “Oh, never!” said Robin.
you
“Yea, I did,” nodded Dakie; “and
there was enough to buy a treat oi
candy for us, boside. I saved all J
got just the way I said, but I didn’t
know there’d be so many.
Mamma smiled. I suspect maybt
ehe’d been helping Dakie save a little,
slyly.
••Well, I’m going to, after this,’
said Robin. “And when your birth¬
day comes, Dakie Thayer, you’il seel’
But Dakie hasn’t soen yet, becaust
ids birthday hasn’t come. — [Youth’s
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Down On the Farm.
When a boy I used to dwell
In a home I loved so well,
Far »»vay among the clover ami the bees,
W here the morning glory vino
Round the cabin porch did twine,
And the robin redbreast sang among th
trees.
There were brothers young and gay,
A father old and gray,
And a mother dear to keep us from all harm|
Thero I passed life’s golden hours,
Running wild among the flowers,
In mv boyhood’s happy home, down on tht
farm.
Chorus
Many weary hours have passed
Since 1 saw the old place last,
memory still steals o’er me like a charm,
Every old familiar place,
Ev;ry kind and loving face,
In my boyhood's happy home, down on th*
farm.
And today as I draw near
The old homo I loved so dear,
A stranger conics to meet me at the door.
’Round the place there's many a change,
And the faces all seem strange—
Not a loved one now to greet me as of yore,
My mother dear is laid
’Neath the elm tree’s pleasant shade.
And the golden summer’s sunshine bright
and warm;
In the old familiar place
I can see a stranger’s face,
In my father’s old arm-chair, down on the
farm.
Chorus
Many weary years have passed
Since I saw the old place last,
But memory still steals o’er me like a charm;
Every old familiar place,
Every kind and loving face,
In my boyhood’s happy hours, down tho
farm.
—[Buffalo News.
HUMOROUS.
All men aro not homeless, but some
are home less than others.
Tho parting words of your harbor
are generally; “Which side, please?”
Most men feel twico tho love thoy
profess, and express twico the bit.
tei-iieg8 they feel.
The chicken thief’s recollections of
his scamp life are mostly associated
with pickot duly.
A wooden dog-kennel should be
built with the bark on and ho lighted
by a bay window,
Tho difference between an oditor
and ids wife is that his wife sets
things to rights while he writes things
to sot.
Tommy—I’aw, what are “wings of
the wind?” The wind docs not have
real wing*, does it? Mr. Figg—No.
That is merely a poetic expression for
side-whisker*.
A gffl in Norway must bo able to
bake broad before sho can have a
beau. The ono who takes tho cake as
a cook is considered the flower of the
family.
Stranger (on European tailway)-
Evcr been in America? Fellow pas¬
senger (stiffly)—I visit the country
sometimes on business, sir. I am the
editor of a Now York paper.
Relative — Woll, I sincerely hope
you will be happy with him, Mandy.
Is he a steady young man? Miss
Mandy—Steady? My goodness, Aunt
Judy, lie’s been coining to see me for
more Ilian eleven years!
Jones—I tako no more pleasure in
life. The world is full of thieves and
rascals. I don’t really believe there
is an honest man loft in tho world.
Smith—Cheer up. When a man ac¬
knowledges his own frail lies lie lias
already taken a step in the direction
of reform.
Poetry anil Ornithology.
Lord Tennyson’s “sea blue bird of
March” has long since been identified
on tho authority of the poet himself,
as neither the swallow nor the wheat-
ear nor tho blue titmouse, as various
readers have suggested, but simply the
kingfisher. It has already been pointed
out that the phrase bears a close re¬
semblance to the “sea purple bird of
spring,” by which tho Spartan lyric
poet refers to tho halcyon; bu Lord
Tennyson states that be derived the
phrase directly from his own remem¬
brance of tho kingfishers, who were
wont to make their first appearance
about the Lincolnshire rivers in the
month of March. In answer to a cor¬
respondent, the poet has lately con¬
firmed this solution of a much-dis¬
cussed question, with the ^interesting
addition tbat were lie rewriting the
poem he would substitute “darts” for
“flits by” and “sea shining” for “sea
blue.”.— [London Nows.
Philadelphia’s Nylghai.
There has been a new'arrival at the
Philadelphia “Zoo.” The stranger ia
a little fawn-colored antelope from
India, whose species boaqjs the pe¬
culiar name of nylghai. The bashful
ti tle nylghai has the very distin¬
guished honor of being the first of his
family ever born in captivity. Tho
nylghaia are very valuable animals,
natives of India having nearly exter¬
minated them for their hides.—[New
t)rl<$»s Ximes-Democrat.