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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.