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e, y<iyr I Lay Me Down to Sleep.”
In the quiet nursery chambers.
Snowy pillows yet unpressed,
See the forms of little children
Kneeling, white-robbed for their rest.
All in quiet nursery chambers,
While the dusky skadows creep,
Hear the voices of the children—
“Now I lay me down to sleep.”
In the meadow and the mountain
Calmly shine the winter stars,
But across the glistening lowlands
Slant the moonlight’s silver bars
In the silence and the darkness,
Darkness growing still more deep,
Listen to the little children
Braying God their souls to keep.
“If we die”—so pray the children—
And the mother's head drops low
(One from out her fold is sleeping
Deep beneath the winter’s snow),
“'1 ;»ke our souls;” and past the casement
Flits a gleam of crystal light,
Like the trailing of His garments
Walking evermore in white.
Little souls that stand expectant,
Listening at the gates of life.
Hearing far away the murmur
Of the tumult and the strife;
dVe, who fight beneath those banners,
Meeting ranks of foemen there,
Find a deeper, broader meaning
In your simple vesper prayer.
When your hand shall grasp the standard
Which, today, you watch from far;
When your deeds shall shape the conflict
In this universal war,
Bray to Him, the God of battles,
Whose strong eye can never sleep,
In the warring of temptation.
Firm and true your souls to keep.
When the combat ends, and slowly
Clears the smoke from out the skies;
When, far down the purple distance,
All the noise of battle dies:
M hen the last night's solemn shadows
Settle down on you and me,
May the love t.:at never fai!e;h
Take our souls eternally.
— rilariford Times.
MY MANICURE,
“The Northumberland,” New York,
Oct. 1, 18&-. Dear Mr, R. C-:
AV ill you kindly send one of your as-
sistanfs to my rooms Saturday, at 12
11 •> and oblige,
Yours truly, E - S__
‘‘Such were the contents of a letter,
sent by me one memorable Saturday,
to a well known manicure establish-
ment. i was in the habit of having
my nails treated at home every Satur¬
day. Having a large flat, it was not
only convenient, bat eminently proper.
Besides, the manicures were only too
pleased to come ,knowing (hat there
was a double fee to be gotten,
i I bad bad thin manicures and fat
manicures, manicures tender and man¬
icures tough—blonde, brunette, stupid
and fascinating manicures—but had
always found them to be essentially
vulgar, with an eye to the main chance,
fond of flattery, able to give and take
in a game of chaff, in short, young
women thoroughly able to take care of
tliemsclves, and, unfortunately, show¬
ing it in every line of the face and in
every curve of the figure.
80 when at breakfast my man an-
nounced Miss J- , the manicure, I
arose with my paper, crossed over into
the library, dropped into an easy-chair
in the lordly fashion so common to
New York club men. with an absent-
minded “Good morning!”
A tall figure in gray arose, greeting
me in a low tone, and immediately
proceeded to wheel a low chair up to
mine. I held out my hand mechanic¬
ally—a soft hand took it. I can feel
that touch now! I was startled!
Ridiculous! 1, an old society and
club man. who had made love to every
woman who had ever crossed my path.
I, whose love-making had always been
of the eyes and lips, never of the heart,
1 fee! a thrill? Most certainly astou-
ishing! trembled, for
My hand must have
she looked up a moment, with a quick,
but penetrating glance.
For an instant only—down went the
head again over her work.
After awhile I regained sufficient
composure to scrutinize her more
ly. All I could see was a white and
rosy cheek, and a mass of short curl¬
ing auburn liair—not the dyed auburn
which I so heartily detest, but the nat¬
ural auburn of a person of sandy com¬
plexion.
“My very color,” thought I. I be¬
gan to long for a fuller view of her
face. She should look up.
“Do you do much of such work,
Hiss J
■On.y on Saturdays, was tbo t dig-
nttted response. No ehange. Rather
TZ ^
gem manner,
••Can not I have the honor of yonr
company some evening to enner?”
knowing 1 the average manicure’s weak¬
ness.
“That will fetch her!” to myself.
It did, but not in the way expected.
“ I hanks; I never go out at night!”
“But may I not call on you then?”
persisted I.
“I beg your pardon. I don't re¬
ceive, socially, gentlemen whom I meet
in business.”
“I beg yours!” I managed to gasp
out.
“\Y hew! What a cold plunge that
was,” mentally. Completely routed, I
resigned myself to an awkward silence.
Something I had accomplished, though,
and that was a glimpse of a large but
landsoine mouth, tilled with lovely
white teeth, and a pair of bhn eyes
that 1 shall not forget to niv dying
day.
And what a superb hand! Large
and white, with nailsbeautifullv trim-
med and polished. “Badge of her
profession,” was my cynical comment.
And how deftly they wielded the
spiderlike scissors, on which were cn-
graved the initials “M. J.!”
But she was finishing now. I be¬
gan to feel nervous about paying
money to such a superb creature.
She arose, packed up her instru¬
ments and put on her bat, wjjich she
had laid aside.
1 handed her double the usual
charge, my habit always. She took
it calmly, thanked me and passed out,
with a bow and smile, I holding the
door open for her, and speechless as a
sixteen-year-old boy.
1 was consoled by the thought,
however, that I should see her again
the following Saturday. Judge of my
disgust, to find another sent in her
place, who knew nothing of Mis9
fl¬ at all.
The following day I called on .Mrs.
C-. Madame did not even know
Miss J-»g address—she was not one
of her regular operators, but had been
sent to her, her own staff being pre¬
viously engaged. So sorry, had contracted etc., etc. j
Months rolled on. I
bad habit of promenading the
in the hope that Fortune would
kind to me—that 1 might meet her
I never did.
“Delighted to see you, Mr. 8-.
To whom shall I present you? Oh! I
know. My niece. Awfullv clever
Supported her mother and her- !
self for a long time after her father's
death. An uncle left them a legacy a !
month or two ago, sufficient to enable
them to resume their rightful place in j
society. Where can she be!-' Don’t
see her anywhere. Never mind, j
will later.” Thankful for my escape j
from tliis paragon, I left my hostess
to receive her guests, and threaded my
way through the crowd of gay mask¬
ers, at last gaining the shelter of a
friendly door-wav leading into a con-
servatorv, against which 1 leaned with
a sigh of relief. 1 had come to this
“bal masque” of Mrs. W--’s princi-
pally to escape from my own company.
My spirits were not in keeping with
this gay assemblage, and I soon found
my thoughts wandering when-
“How do you do?” a soft voice at
my elbow said. “You do not seem to
recognize old friends.”
I started. Where had I heard that
voice ? There was the self-same tremor
again! Was I in my dotage? Could
not a lady speak to me without my
losing my balance? Truly, it seemed
not.
“You have rather the advantage of
me, with that mask on,” said I, con-
fusedly, almost falling over a plant
standing near. I clutched the door-
frame to steady myself, breaking a
finger nail iu the effort.
Recovering somewhat, I took the
outstretched ungloved hand—striving
all the while to penetrate the disguise,
There was something familiar about
the large white hand, with the well
polished nails, about the curly auburn
hair, but—that was all.
The tall figure was so draped that
it was an utter impossibility to tell
anything regarding it. The eyes
were hand ome, but the mask prevent¬
ed their color from being detected.
“Y'ou have broken a nail,” examin-
ing it critically. “Allow me to trim it
tor >ou,”»ll the while morning my
hand.
“Certainly,” I helplessly slam-
’
Then came forth , „ a pair . of , scissors.
Snip! snip! the rugged edges were
trimmed.
Are those initials engraved on them i
Yes. What arc thev? Ye gods! “M.
J.”!!!
“■My manicure!”
“And Mrs. W ’s niece!”
I married my manicure. We have
two little manicures, whose nails are
personally treated by their mother.—
[Chatter.
Mrs. Hayes’s Goat.
The telling of a joke upon oneself
requires more se.’f-denial than the ma-
jority of persons care to exercise. It
has the advantage, however, of hurting
nobody’s feelings, and of affording a
field for legitimate exaggeration. The
late Mrs. Lucy Webb Haves was
especially fond of recounting her own
defeats and mishaps, as this anecdote,
w hieh she told one evening at a dinner
at White House, will show:
It was at our home in Fremont, one
eve uing in November, when without
an M warning the thermometer began
fa Uing and snowflakes filled the air.
I was alone in the house with my
youngest children and their colored
nurse, Winnie. The men servants had
gone to their homes before dark.
Suddenly I thought of poor Chris-
tdpher Columbus, our long-hair Jd pug¬
nacious Angora goat, out in the pas¬
ture. It seemed cruel to leave him
tkerc without any shelter, so presently
1 went anL * ^keil Winnie to get a lan¬
tern and come •with me.
At the barn we found a great box,
into which we put some straw, and
to e ct l le1 ' we rolled and pushed and
cari ' ie( l that- box across the road and
illto t,ic P astlu ' e -
Christopher saw the light, and came
toward it. We retreated behind the
fence, and tried to coax him into the
P* ace °f shelter. Imagine our senti-
,nents when ho mounted to the top of
t * ie ^ox, a,, d there took up his abode
for the Jn 'ght •
A .Muslin Shrine.
A heavy door of carved timber is
thrust open by the khadim, and you
stand in a Muslin shrine, where only
two colors are required by the artist
who would endeavor to depict it—the
blue of the enrooting sky and the sib
very white of the surrounding alabas.
ter. All is sapphire and show—a
sanctuary without any ornament ex-
its owu supreme and spotless
beauty of surface and material. Three
m *' k >" cupolas crown this place of
P ra }'er, approached bv white steps
from the white enclosure, in the mid-
tlle ot which opens a marble tank, in
tho waters of which the fifty-eight
white pillars of the cloisters glass
their delicate twelve sided shafts and
capitals of subtle device.
Passages from the Koran are in-
scribed over the doorways and e ti¬
£ ia Ued arches in flowing Arabic,
wrought of black marble, deftly in-
k dd ll P on the tender purity of the ala¬
baster. The delicate stone itself has
,iere and there tints of rose color, pale
amber and faint blue, and is carved on
many a panel and plaster into soft
fancies of spray and flower, scroll and
arabesque. In 1857 this divine re¬
treat was used by the European ref¬
ugees as a hospital, and one would
think that tho wildest delirium of the
sick or the wounded must have been
calmed into peace iliere by an Asylum
so quiet and solemn.
Keep Off of White Sidewalks.
If a man wants to avoid being pros-
tiate ^ ^y the heat, he needs to becare-
* ie wa * ks over a white
tlie sun 0,1 * u very hot
'' ca ther people wear white or very
clothing because it repels the
kea G "idle dark clothes absorb it. It
** j u>t so ,kese white pavements.
They never get so hot as dark ones,
and are easier on the feet in conse¬
quence, but they reflect the heat on the
E eison ' vko walks over them. It is
better to walk in the street than on one
of these white heat reflectors when the
sun is shining on it.—[8t. LouisGlobe-
Dcmocrat.
Blowing the Horn for Lost Children.
Distracted parents who lose their
children in the crowds at public resorts
on holidays would be glad if a curious
Berlin custom were adopted. At ihe
Berlin Zoological G.rdcm any little k«per
tlnding a lost ,hild takes the one
and b|ows ,, „ eal ..
ing the note the mother or father in
^ ,, . . andTc’seareh
oncc , llake , (or
„ ended.-[CI,icago Herald.
SUMMER PAGEANT.
Unique Procession of Vehicles
in the White Mountains.
Scores of Decorated Wagons
Compete for Prizes.
The procession of ornamented
coaches and other vehicles is to move
from Maplewood, one mile distant
from Bethlehem, down the entire
length of the street, and then return
to the starting-point to receive the
prizes. These are four in number,
and are ottered, first, for the coach
load of prettiest girls; second, for the
most beautifully decorated coach;
third, for the finest horses and equip¬
ments; fourth, for the coach coming
the greatest distance. There is also a
second prize in each class, making
eight in ail, and the governor of New
Hampshire awards to the successful
competitors the pretty silk banners
which constitute the premiums.
On every road to the north, east,
south and west long lines of carriages
are pouring into the wide Bethlehem
street; and every carriage is crowded
to its utmost capacity with visitors.
The girls are in bright summer cos¬
tumes, and bear banners and pen¬
nants. The young men, in brilliant
tennis-blazers and negligee costumes,
are giving the mountain calls or
“yells”—cries adopted according to
the well-known college custom and ut¬
tered with more energy than music.
Here, for instance, is a heavily loaded
coach, the passengers of which on
meeting another coach cry, in strong,
distinct chorus:
Look-off! Look-off! Who are you?
We re from the Look-off!
How do you do?
And the second coach load replies:
Hurrah for the silver!
Hurrah for the white!
We’re from the Howard!
We’re all right.
A third chimes in with an indescrib¬
able and very ingenious call to which
no pen could do jus .ice:
Bric-a-kex-kex, co-ax, co-ax,
Brie-a-kex-kex, co-ax, co-ax,
Hoi rnoi, Hoi moi,
Parabaloo, Maplewood!
All the coaches and mountain
wagons, and many of the smaller ve¬
hicles, are decorated with bunting or
flowers, often after very artistic de¬
signs; and all the houses, big and lit¬
tle, hotels and cottages, on both sides
of the s reel, are gay with draperies
and festoons, evergreens and flowers,
of every color. Here is a pretty sum-
mer home whose wide verandas are
festooned with apple-green and white
bunting, •while delicate linings of pink
are blushing through them in a pleas¬
ant summery fashion. Another has
all its decorations cf apple-green and
white.
The hotel doors and windows are
prettily draped and a fringe of large
green and white snow-balls made of
tissue-paper is lightly swinging in the
cool summer air. Festoons of sway-
ing balls also envelop the handsome
tally-ho belonging to tin's house. The
rumble is apparently tilled with snow*
balls which arc carelessly dropping
over, and are kept in place by being-
strung, at irregular intervals, on
strong thread, Silvered paper con-
coals the hubs, pole, and whittle-trees.
Eighl fine gray horses step proudly
in their trappings of white and plumes
°f white and green; and, prettiest of
all, sixteen young girls in white
dresses, apple-green sashes, with
sailor-hats trimmed with green, und
large bouquets of pink and white
sweet-peas, tied with green ribbon,
are seated on top of the coach, while
a group ot laughing children is crowd¬
ed inside*.
Another house is out in blue and red
with streamers draped and festooned
from a Maltese cross in the center :aud
the tally-ho matches it in color. These
young ladies wear bine dresses, silver
girdles and large white hals trimmed
with red poppies.
It would be quite useless to try to
describe all the beautiful coaches and
costumes in the long procession; for
there are one hundred and fifty well-
filled vehicles in all and every possible
combination of color. But 1 must tell
you oi’ one unique turnout that
amused every one.
A big hay wagon with pole and
stanchion covered with green and
white cloth is partly til.ed with hay.
Festoons of fruit, corn aud vegetables
:“ 8 “r’or„ t,le, wear ‘ a " long ch,e a &lQ/
and white streamers °" th ' ir I.OIX
In the cart are sixteen . . jolly '
fanners attire, (
in coarse with d
rated hats, carrying rakes, ^
h 00s and
pitchforks, and bearing a banne
scribed with the name
Tally-ho.” The “farmers”
“calls,” as follows;
Huckleberry, huckleberry huckleb err ? Pie-
and
Buckwheat, buckwheat, buckwheat cakes;
and these they delivered with energy I
as the oxen slowly drew the cai'tdowa*
the street.—[St. Nicholas.
Designation of the Teeth, f|
The proper names or designation 0
the teeth may be learned by a child j ■ I
D
five minutes, yei a multitude of g e!1
.
erally intelligent people go thr 0U g h
life with no better method of dcsignat
ing any particular method of the den-1 I
tal family than by opening the mouti, *
and placing the end of a linger tjp 0o
the offender. Beginning at the centre
of the adult jaw, the mouth which j,
fully equipped contains four sets of
eight teeth each; and as these setscof. I
respond, one side of either jaw may
be taken as an object lesson. |
Each set contains two incisors, one
cuspid, two bi-cuspids and three mo- L I
Jars, in the order named, beginning at I
the front. The first incisor is known
as the central, the second as the lateral;
the cuspid, if in the upper jaw. is
familiarly known as an “eye-tooth,”
in the lower j:yv, as a “stomach-tooth.”
The bi-cuspids are simply called the
first and second; while the molars are
known as the “six-year,” “twelve-
year” and “wisdom teeth,” respective,
ly. Add the designations right or left,
upper or lower, and any tooth can be
instantly and unmistakably specified.
A half-dozen other semi-technical
terms in this connection may be fre¬
quently found useful. The labial
surface of the teeth is that toward the
lips; the buccal, that facing the cheek;
the lingual, that next the tongue on
the lower jaw; the palatial, that facing
the roof of the mouth. The approxi-
mal surfaces are those facing neigh-
boring teeth; of these the distal being
tiio-e facing from the centre, the
mesial those looking toward the cen-
tr» of the jaw.
How Edison Became Deaf.
Thomas A. Edison narrated to a few
personal friends recently the primal
cause of deafness in one of his ears,
which reveals an incident in lus early
career as a journalist.
When he was fourteen years old Mr.
Edison wrote squibs for a society
newspaper in Port Huron, Mich.,
called the Spy. On one occasion he
published :t paragraph of an nnpleas-
ant nature concerning a young swell
in the town. On the following day
the young man learned who was the
author of the item, and seaking young
Edison he found him enjoying the
cooling breezes by tl>e shore of the
lake.
\Y ithout a word of warning lie
seized the lad by both ears, lifted him
in the air and dropped him into the
water. Young Edison scrambled out
and discovered that his hearing was
affected.
A surgical examination revealed the
terrible fact that the violent tugging
had broken the drum in one of his
ears and made him permanently deaf
on that side of his head. Said Mr.
Edison in relating the affairs:
U This cured me entirely of any de¬
sire to participate in society journal¬
ism.”—[New York World.
New Zealand .Superstitions.
The New Zealanders imagine that
the souls of the dead go to a place he-
M eath the earth called Reinga. The
path to this region of the soul is a
precipice close to the seashore at the
North Cape. It is said that the 11a-
lives who live in the neighborhood caused
can, at night, hear the sounds
by the passing of spirits through the
air. It is a common superstition with
them that the left eye of every chief
becomes a star as soon as the chief
dies.
Shnnglc, a celebrated New Zealand
king, once ate the eye of a valiant
ehief. thinking thereby to increase the
brilliancy of his own “eye-star.
Sometimes apparently, it was thought
that there was a separate immortality
for each of the eyes of the dead, the
left ascending to heaven as a star, the
right in the form of a spirit, descend¬
ing to Reinga.—[St. Louis Republic.