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Otic Pickets Comitg fjetdk
W. B. MIHCEY, Editor.
VOL. II.
A correspondent of the Chicago lit r-
ald urges that tho ordinary doctrines of
law bo taught in public schools.
The people of France have $200,000,-
000 invested in the Panama Canal, and
the chances are they will never get back
a cent.
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“Pine straw bagging,” says the FI;ri-
da Dispatch , “is pronounced, after a
thorough test, to be superior to jute in
every respect.”
The French chemist" who discovered
oleomargerine has now invented a pro¬
cess for treating steel by which steel
bronze and bell metal can be made at
fabulously low prices.
The new public library building in
Boston is designed to accommodate the
most complete collection of books in the
United States. It will have shelf room
for 2,000,000 volumes.
The fact that the city population ol
this country had increased from four per
cent, for the whole in 1800 to twelve
and a half percent, in 1850, and twenty-
two and a half per cent, in 1880, wa 8
made the basis for gloomy prophecies of
disease, poverty and anarchy.
Indianapolis is to have a soldiers'
monument that will be 265 feet high,
and is expected to cost $350,000. It
will be constructed of limestone from
Indiana quarries, and, if the hopes of
its designers and builders are carried
out, will be the finest and costliest sol¬
diers’ monument in America. The work
will take three or four years to complete.
The little town of Brookline, Mass.,
which is nearly surrounded by Boston,
is valued for purposes of taxation at
$407,454,0*8, which is more than one
and a half times as much as the valuation
of the whole State of New Hampshire.
It is the wealthiest town of its size in
America, and mainly because it has the
reputation of being a taxpayer’s para¬
dise.
A correspondent of the Philadelphia
Press writes from Washington: “The
question of pure lard would appear to
be interesting the country just now to
an unusual extent, as about two hun¬
dred petitions have been presented in
Congress_asking for the passage of a law
to tax adulterated lard, as was done in
the case of oleomargarine. The petitions
are being sent from the granges in
various States.
Belgium, Austria, Italy, Denmark,
Germany, and several Swiss cantons,
have prohibited the public exhibition of
hypnotic or mesmeric performances.
France will probably soon follow, as the
measure is recommended by the French
association for the advancement of sci-
ence. Thcre is a growing conviction
that the practice of abnormal phenomena
tends to make them normal or permanent
characteristics of the patient.
There is much that is picturesque,
doubtless, in the war now in progress
in Egypt, observes the Washington
Star, but not a great deal that is of in¬
terest to Americans, except as the results
may effect the fortunes of Emin and
Stanley. So strong is the influence of
propinquity and kindred that the sink¬
ing of a tug on the Potomac with two
laborers on board would stir more deeply
the hearts of the newspaper readers of
Washington than the brilliant fight at
Suakin in which 400 Arabs were killed.
The shipment of 10,000 Chinese
coolies to Siberia will mark, asserts the
San Francisco Chronicle, a new depart¬
ure in the relations between China and
Russia. For a long time the frontier
has been rigidly guarded and no Chinese
have been able to settle in Siberia,
while China, on her part, has prevented
any European miners from working the
rich gold deposits on the Amoor river.
Many parts of Southern Siberia offer a
a good field to the adventurous Chinese
who have been cut off from this coun¬
try and Australia.
Says the New Y’ork Ilerald: “It is
one of the oddest of geographical ca¬
prices that in the course of nature the
stnpof land in Central America, only
about one hundred and fifty miles wide,
should separate the two oceans. You
would naturally suppose that either the
Atlantic would have worked its way to
the Pacific or the Pacific to the Atlantic.
The early explorers believed that this
must be the case, for they sailed on and
to find the expected outlet, but were
-t compelled to go round Cape
ill Wbait nature refused to do we
for ourselves. Since the Panama
lx' been practically abandoned,
ecessity lor undertaking to
Bvvsthmus by the Nicaraguan
JASPER, GEORGIA, THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 2,8, 1881).
MARTHYS KISS.
When I wont a-courtln’ Marthy,
I was poor as poor could be,
But that didn’t sot her ag'in me,
For she had faith in me;
She knew I had grit an’ courage,
An’ wasn’t the kind to shirk,
An’ she was ready an’ willin’
To do her share of work.
I remember our weddin’ mornln’.
An’ how she said to me:
“You’re poor an’ I'm poor, Robert,
That’s easy enough to see;
That is, as soma folks reckon;
But our hearts are rich in love,
An’ we two'll pull together,
An’ trust in the Lord above.”
Then she reached up an’ kissed me,
An’ said, as she did this,
“There’s always more where that come from,
An’ there’s help sometimes in a kiss.”
I tell you what it is, sir,
I felt as strong ag’in,
After that kiss she give me,
An’ I jest laid out to win.
An’ I did it. We’ve money a plenty,
An’ the comforts it can give;
We've a home, an' wa’ve goc each other,
An’ a few more years to live.
Whenever my hands got woary
I’d think of the woman at home,
An’ somehow’t would make work easy
An’ light, till night’J come.
I tell you that kiss of Marthy’s
Was better than bags of gold.
There’s riches some folks can’t reckon
An’ things that don’t grow old.
I shouldn’t ha’ been without it,
The man that I’ve got to be,
An’ Marthy shall have the credit
For the help she’s been to me.
—Eben E. Rexford, in Yankee. Blade.
IN BORROWED FEATHERS. ,
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It was a rainy evening, and Hattie
Murray’s well-worn blue merino gown
was drops — liberally liberallv besprinkled besnrinkled with with bright hrierht
as she came into Daphne Walters’
room at the “uld l ed House.”
That was the name by which it went,
although the red j aint was loDg ago
washed olf its crumbling shingles.
It had been a hotel once in the old
post-revolutionary days, when four horse
stages hatted went rumbling by, and cock-
travelers trotted past with saddle-
It was now a cheap boarding-house,
kept by Mrs. Sandison, where most of
the girls boarded who worked in Lis-
combe’s Silk Mills,.halt a mile down the
river.
_ Hattie Murray did not live there, be-
cause her lather owned a dreary sheep
farm on the flats beyond, and she helped
over in the rain for an evening chat with
tfie girl wlio stood at the next loom to
hers.
She was a blue eyed, yellow-haired
girl, teeth like and a French doll, with pretty
them; and a slender simpering way of showing
as were the wages
she earned, she always contrived to be
showily attired. She worshipped dress
as a Parsee worships the sun.
Daphne of Walters was quite a different
sort person—olive complexioned,
with sombre, glittering eyes, and a dim-
pie lip nestling close to the corner of her
9 -
She wore a brown serge gown, which
Hattie was quite sure must have be-
the longed cheap to “Mrs. Noah;” and in place of
imitatiou jewelry which
sparkled all over Hattie’s trim person,
her plain linen collar was fastened by
a bow of narrow brown ribbon.
She looked up with a smile, and
pointed to a wooden chair close to the
table beside which she was working.
dripping “Why, Hattie,” said she, “you are all
with rain!”
“Oh, it’s nothing!” cried Hattie,
flinging off her hood and shawl. “What
are you working at? 'That old thing?”
with a contemptuous upward tilt of her
pretty little nose.
cashmere Daphne dress, looked down at the garnet
which she was re-trim-
smiled ming with bows of fresh red ribbon, and
a little.
“It may be old,” said she, “but it is
the best I have got.”
“You are not going to wear that to the
husking dance?”
“It’s that or nothing,Hattie,” Daphne
answered, I afford composedly. “Do you sup-
pose can white silk toilettes or
wine-colored plushes out of my ten dol-
lars a week?”
Hattie’s face clouded over.
“It’s a shame that old Liscombe pays
us such starvation wages!" pouted she.
“But that’s just what I’ve come over to
talk to yon about, Daphne. I’ve been
to New Y’ork to-day, in the cheap ex-
cursion steamboat.”
“I noticed that you weren’t at the
room.” said Daphne. “Rosa Bucknor
took it.”
“Such a time as I have had!” cried
eager Hattie. “And such a lot of new
ideas as I’ve picked up! Put away that
dowdy old cashmere, Daphne. You
won’t look twice at it when you hear
what I vc seen. I’ve been to the
Holton Street Bazar.”
“Well, what of that?” calmly ques-
tioned Daphne.
“Have you never heard of it?”
“No.”
Hattie lifted her hands and eyes in a
protesting think,” manner said toward she, the ceiling.
“To “that anyone
can be so ignorant of what is going on!
Well, my dear, it’s a place where you
can buy—or hire, if you stylish like that better
—the prettiest, most dresses you
ever saw for a mere have song.” been into the do-
“You must
mains of the ‘Arabian Nights,”’ said
Daphne, drily. place,”
“It’s a second-hand explained
Hattie, “where fine ladies dispose of the
thiDgs they have worn only a few times,
and one can get superb bargains.”
“WE SEEK THE REWARD OF HONE8T LABOR.
Daphne shrugged her shoulders.
“Wc should look fine, shouldn’t we,”
said she, “in dresses that had been worn
by fine ladiesf”
“We could sltor them over.”
“No, thank you!” said composed cash-
Daphne. “I prefer the old garnet
mere, with the knots of new ribbon.”
“Oh, but,” pleaded Hattie, “you
don’t know! There’s the loveliest yellow
moire-antique—perfect, only for a wine-
stain on the front breadth, and that
could be covered up by changing the
draperies at the back. You are such a
brunette, Daphne, you’d look superb in
yellow! And it cost a hundred and
twenty dollars when it was new; and you
can buy it now for thirty-five, paid in iu-
stallments of five dollars a \Veek.”
“Why don’t you soy thirty-five
dred?” said Daphne. “I am as able to
pay one price as another.”
“Or you can hire it for one night, with dol-
boots and gloves to match, for ten
lars, and you to pay the expressage both
ways,” added Hattie.
Daphne shook her head resolutely.
“How should I look,” said she—“I, a
poor factory girl—wearing yellow moire-
antique? Did you ever read the fable of
‘The Daw in Borrowed Feathers,’ Hat-
tie?”
“I’ve hired a dress to wear!” defiantly
cried Hattie—“a beauty!’’
“The more goose you!” ecstatic Hattie,
“Pale blue,” said
“trimmed with crystal fringe and loops
of crystal cord. Hudolph Tuxford likes
blue." 1 heard him say so once.”
Daphne colored a little, but said noth-
ing. __ “And I supposed,of would
course, you Hat-
send for the yellow moire,” girl went “ there on be
tie. “There wouldn’t ,r a
dressed like us.”
“No, I should think not!” said
Daphne. dollars isn't much for party
“Ten a
dress!” urged Hattie.
“But you awe the jeweler for that set
of cameos yet,” reminded Daphne.
“And you haven’t paid the la9t instali-
ment on that imitation sealskin jacket
that you wore all last winter.”
“There’s , u „ lv „ no „„ hurry about that,” said
Hattie, with a toss of her head, “No
girl crirl can cau exnect expect to to get cret settled settled in in life if
she has no enterprise si‘lent. at all.”
Daphne “ was '' She sewed busily
on.
“You won’t take the moire dress?”
“No.”
“It would mike you look like an
Eastern Queen!’’ deal like
“I would a great rather look
an American factory-girl!” said Daphne.
And no --------- amount of r persuasion .could
induce her to abandon th s position,
Hattie went home, almost crying with
vexation.
“And Madam Leroux was going to let
me have the blue silk a dollar cheaper,
if I got a customer for the yellow moire,”
****** * *
“You are really going to this country
husking hall, fill Hudolph?” cried Miss Tux
ford, scorn ly. Adele!”
“I am really going,
Miss Tuxford raised her pretty blonde
eyebrows, as she stirred the chocolate in
her decorated china cup.
“Is there any especial attraction?” she
asked, archly. !
“If you’ll come with me, Dell, I’ll
show you retorted plenty of pretty girls,” laugh-
Mr. Tuxford.
“Am I to have a sister-in-law from tho
country?” asked Adele.
“I haven’t quite made up my mind
yet, Dell,” composedly answered her
brother. “Upon the whole, however, I
am rather inclined to fancy the idea of
settling down m this quaint old red-
brick house that Cousin Arial Tuxford
has left me. The girls around here are
charming and original, even if they
haven’t had boarding school educat-
tions—and, you sec, they have not been
brought up to expect seasons at Newport
and summers at Bar Harbor.”
“Tome,” said Adele, “the place is
inexpressibly dreary.”
“4 ou had better come with mi to the
husking-ball,” sa ; d Hudolph, laughing,
“There’s a young mill-owner, that re-
minds one of Edgar Ravenswood, in a
modern-cut suit of clothes, and-”
“Nonsense”’said Adele.
But she made up her mind to go, all
the same.
j She with was flirting, Liscombe, in a pretty, the dignified of
way, Harry son
j tho silk-mill owner, Ravenswood” and the idea original the of
the “Edgar suddenly she at lifted
husking-ball, when
i up her eyes from behind her jeweled
fan. "
“Who is that little creature in the
blue dress, Mr. Liseombe?" said she.
“And the incomprehensible satin boots
that don’t fit her? and the bine glove9
that are not a match for her around. gown?”
Harry Liscombe looked
“Oh,” said he, “I see whom you mean 1
She is one of our mill-girls. Isn’t she
pretty?” “Oh, she’s pretty enough; but that
dress'.” Adele burst into a soft, well-
modulated tit of laughter. “It's one of
my old toilettes that I gave to my maid
Lisette a month ago. And I suppose
Lisette has sold it to one of those second-
hand harpies that are always preying has
upon society, and this poor creature
by some chance stumbled upon it. Upon
my word, this is too ridiculous!”
Old Mrs. Potts, who sat against daughters, the
wall with her two stiff,elderly dance,
who never got any invitations to
heard it all.
She told Miss Maurice, who made a
funny story of it to amuse the doctor’s
daughters, and in less than fifteen
minutes it was through the ballroom
like an electric current. People were
looking, smiling, whispering, whispered Dor-
“Come away, Hattie,” “Every is
cas, her elder sister. one
laughing at your second-hand dress.”
Hattie colored to the very roots of her
frizzed yellow hair.
“My second hand dress'” she faltered.
“And how do they know it is second-
hand?”
“It used to be Miss Tuxford’s,” said
Dorcas. “She gavo it to her maid. Her
maid sold it to your Madam Leroux
and—Oh, do come away, Hattie! I feel
so ashamed! See how people are star-
ingl” ended of
So Hattie Murray’s evening
pleasure ; and as she slipped like a guilty
creature out of the room, she saw
Daphne Walters’ 1 eing led to the head
of the second cotillion by Mr. Tuxford
himself,
“In that old red gown, too!” slic said
to herself, as she burst into hysterical
tears and sobs out in the dressing room, of
That evening was the turning Tuxford’s point
heart Daphne’s destiny. Rudolph entangled under
somehow became
the dark meshes of her long eyelashes which -
in the loons of the garnet ribbon
brightened up her last year's cashmere
dress—and the haughty Adele had “a
mill-girl” for a sister-inlaw after all.
And a sister-in-law, too, of whom it was
not necessary to be ashamed. For, as
admitted herself, Daphne had the
dignity would of a princess. lady,” acknowl-
“She be a true
edged Adele, “whatever her station in
life!"
But poor, pink-cheeked, faxen haired
Hattie? She stands still before her
loom, watching the whirring wheels, the
revolving bands, but her restless little
heart is ever chafing at her destiny.
“Daphne rolls by in her carriage,”
thought she, “while I— Oh, if it hadn’t
been for 1 hat hateful second-hand dress
—for the mocking laughter of those tine
ladies!”
® nt Murray was wrong.
Daphne had conquered through her own
noble nature, which spurned aught like
deceit j— or false app icaninces. T It ‘ was not *■
that had conquered; it was
Truth .—Saturday Night,
WISE WORDS.
Women teach us repose.
Silence is the rest ol mind.
The world itself is too small for the
covetous.
Nothing great was ever achieved with¬
out enthusiasm.
All is not lost when anythiug goes
contrary to you.
Laziness travels so slowly that poverty
soon overtakes him.
Some people only understand enough
of truth to reject it.
What we ought not to do we should
never think of doing.
‘ ll< r noe ls wlt of fo °' 3 an(l one
of lhew.se.
The , saddest tiling , unaet the ... sicy is i»
soul incapable of sadness.
Few persons live to-day, but are pre-
paring to do so to-morrow,
j n yomh, ’grief one has tears without grief,
j n 0 ’ lt j a „ e without tears
cause .j™ it bore bitter fruit, but because it
bore no fruit.
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, best intentions, may be said to be a thor-
oughfaro of good resolutions,
A cynical Frenchman once said there
are two parties to love affairs the purty
who loves,and the party who consents to
he so treated,
Others proclaim the infirmities of a
great man with satisfaction and coin¬
placence, if they discover none of tho
like in themselves,
Writing Famous I‘oe,ins.
Gray’s immortal “Elegy” occupied
him for seven years,
Bryant wrote “1 hanatopsis in the
shade of a grand old forest a fitting
spot for such a theme,
Cow per wrote one of the drollest and
quaintest English ballads, “uohn
pin’s Hide,” when he was under one of
those terrible tits of depression so corn-
mon to h’m.
General Lyle wrote his beautiful coin-
position, “Antony and Cleopatra,”
wli ch begins, “I am dying, Egypt, death,
( Iy> n g>” on premonition the night before his going
He had a that he was
to die the next day.
The noted poem, “The balls of Ni-
agara,” was written by its author, J. G.
C. Brainard, the editor of a small paper
in Connecticut, in fifteen minutes. He
wrote it under pressure in response to a
call for “more copy.”
“After the Ball,’ the little poem
which has made tho name of Nora Perry
known in the world of letters, was jotted
down on the back of an old letter, with
no .idea ol the popularity it was to
achieve in the pages of a noted maga-
zine.
Thomas Moore, w..nc _ writing ‘ Lalla
Hookh,” spent so many months in read-
ing up Creek and Persian works that he
became an accomplished found difficult Oriental
scholar, and people it to
believe that its scenes were in not penned retired
on the spot instead of a
dwelling in Devonshire.
Poe first thought of “I he Bells” when
walking the streets of Baltimore on a
winter’s night, lie rang the bell of a
lawyer’s house—a stranger to him
walked into the gentleman’s library,shut
himself up and the next morning pre-
sented the lawyer with a copy of his
celebrated poem.
The “Old Oaken Bucket” was first
suggested to the author, Samuel Wood-
worth, in a barroom. A friend with
whom he was drinking said that when
they were boys the old oaken bucket
that hung in his father’s well was Wood- good
enough for them to drink from.
worth immediately went home and wrote
the famous poem,
“Old Grimes,” that familiar “little
felicity in verse,” which caught the
popular fancy as far back as 1823, was a
sudden inspiration of the late Judge
Albert G. Greene, of Providence, R. L,
who found the first verse in a collection
of old English ballads, and, enjoying
its humor, built up the remainder of the
poem in the same conceit. — The Library.
A beetle can draw twenty times its
own weight. So can a mustard plaster.
$1-00 Per Annum, In Advance-
HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS.
' A Dainty Dtsli or Apples.
A dainty and unusual dish with apples
is the following: Stew half a dozen large
apples as tor sauce, and while still warm
stir in a bit of butter aud sugar to taste
—say one cupful. three Let this get cold,
then stir in eggs well beaten and a
little lemon juice. Put a little butter
into a frying pan. and when it is hot add
a cupful of bread crumbs and stir until
they color toa nice brown. Then sprinkle
a part of these bread crumbs upon the
bottom and sides of a buttered pudding
mold, fill tho mold with the stewed
apple, sprinkle the remainder of the
bread crumbs on top and bake twenty
minutes. Turn out of the mold and serve
with a sweet sauce if liked.— Neu> York
World.
Goslings in Tempting Form.
Gosliugs prepared iu this of salt way pork are ex¬ in
cellent. Put one ounce
dice in a saucepan, and set it on the
fire. When the pork is melted put it iu
the gosling, cleaned and trussed in tho
same manner as a chicken, and brown
it. Put one ounce of butter in a sauce¬
pan; thoroughly mix with it one table-
spoonful of flour and set it on the fire.
As soon as the buiter is melted put the
gosling in it, with one quart of peas
that have been blanched for two min¬
utes—that is, boiled tor two minutes;
then plunge in cold water or broth a
bunch of senvming, composed of four
stalks of parsley, one of thyme, and one
clove aud one of bay leaf, with salt
pepper. Simmer until cooked. Remove
the fat and tho seasoning and serve hot.
If the broth or water boils away, add a
little more.— Brooklyn. Citizen.
Cheap Food is Rash Economy,
it is ialse economy that induces peo¬
ple to use cheap butter, cheap meat,
cheap Hour and other cheap articles of
food. In nine cases cither out of damaged ten cheap
articles of food are or
adulterated, and arc dear at any price.
They are seldom really what dangerous they purport to
be, and if not to use,
generally prove unsaiisfuctory to tho
purchaser or consumer. Of all cheap
things, cheap articles of food should be
most care ully avoided. Bread that is
heavy or sour has passed the bonds of
redemption. Butter that has become
rancid cannot be regenerated by that the ad¬
dition of coloring. ho chemical Meats are be
tainted can by pro ess and
restored to their original condition,
the secret of infusing freshness into stale
vegetables and decayed fruits remains stuff un¬
discovered. To use low-pri. cd for
food is not only extravagant and foolish,
but criminal. l!iws It physiology is a flagrant and violation hygiene,
of the of
and a reckless defiance of disease and
death. Beware of low-priced articles of
food .—New York Graphic.
How to Makn Rice Calces.
Wash a pint of rice and remove all
Bpecks and imperfect grains, boil it in
three quarts of hot water twenty min¬
utes, drain, anti as the water will be
found very nutritious use in soup making.
Add to the rice a pint of warm milk,
half a teaspoonful of salt and two ounces
of melted butter. Beat up separately
the whites and yolks of two eggs, add
the yolks to the rice and stir thoroughly.
Sift into the mixture half a pintof the flour.
Next add the beaten whites of eggs,
and if the batter is yet too thick, thin it
slightly with a little more milk. In
order to make the cakes light, beat the
batter thoroughly. Grease the griddle
slightly after each batch of cakes. Serve
them on hot plates and send hot platc3
with them to the table.
If the cakes are closely covered when
sent to the table they wdl be somewhat
heavy from the steam that may rise
from them and cannot escape. The cake
cover should, therefore, have a hole iu
its centre.
Household Hints.
To remove spots from marble use a
paste of whiting and benzine.
If the cover is removed from soap
dishes the soap will not get soft.
A sty on the eye will sometimes yield
to an application of very strong black
tea.
Trv a wineglassful of strong borax
water in a pint of raw starch for collars
and cuffs.
Wheu flatirons become rusty, black
them with stove polish, and rub well
with a dry brush.
After washing a wooden bowl place sides, it
where it will dry equally on all
away from the stove.
To make good whitewash use skim
milK with 1 imp instead of water, and it
will be more durable.
Silver can be kept bright for months
by being placed in an air-tight case with
a good-sized piece of camphor.
Fruit stains on white goods can directly be re¬
moved by pouring boiling water
from the kettle over the spots.
Hive syrup is good for croup or in¬
flammation of the lungs. It must be
kept in a cool place, for if it sours it is
very poisonous.
Do not keep ironed clothes on bars in
the kitchen any longer than is necessary
for thoroughly drying. They gather
unpleasant odors.
If you want poached eggs to look par¬
ticularly nice cook each egg in a muffin
ring placed iri the bottom of a sauce-
pan of boiling water.
Use squares of dull colored felt,
pinked at the edges, under statuary or
any heavy ornaments that are liable to
mar a polished surface.
Equal parts of white shellac and alco¬
hol are a permanent fixative for crayon
and charcoal sketches. Spray it on
evenly with an artist’s atomizer.
EAr cleaning brass use a thin paste of
plate powder, two tablespoonsful of
vinegar, four tablespoonsful of alcohol.
Rub with a piece of flannel, polish with
chamois.
NO. II).
BETTER THAN GOLD.
Bettor than grandeur, better than gold •
Than rank and titles a tnousand told,
Is a healthy body and mind at ease,
And simple pleasures that always please;
A heart that can feel for another’s woe,
And share its joys with a genial glow;
With sympathies large onough to enfold
All men as brothel's, is better than gold.
Better than gold is a conscience clear,
Though toiling for bread in an humble
sphere,
Doubly blessed with content and health,
Untried by the lust or the cnres of wealth;
Lowly living and lofty thought
Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot;
For mind and morals, in nature's plan,
Are the genuine tests of a gentleman.
Better than gold is the sweet repose
Of the sons of toil when their labors close;
Better than gold is the poor man's sleep,
And the balm that drops on his slumber
deep,
Bring sleepy draughts to the downy bed,
Where luxury pillows its aching head,
But he his simple opiate deems
A shorter route to the laud of dreams.
Better than gold is a thinking mind,
That in the realm of books can find
A treasure surpassing Australian ore,
And live with the great and good of yore;
The sage’s lore and the poet’s lay,
The glories of empire pass away;
The world’s great dream will thus unfold.
And yield a pleasure better than gold.
Better than gold is a peaceful home,
When all the fireside characters come;
The shrine of,love, the heaven of life,
Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife;
However humble the homo may be,
Or tried with sorrow by heaven’s decree.
The blessings that never were bought noi
sold,
And center there are better than gold
HUM OK OF THE DAY.
A land of distress—Wales.
On strike—A parlor match.
A shepherd's crook—A sheep stealer.
The seaboard—Salt pork and hard
tack.
With the builder it’s either put up or
shut up.
In the matter of fans the Chinese take
the palm.
The “nimble shilling” must be made
out of quicksilver.
Now say the bees after the hive is
prepared for them! ‘•VVe’il make ihittgof*
hum Were. ”
A spirit thermometer is best for cold
weather purposes, because there is always
a drop in it.
Shrewd inquiries are being made as to
whether the cup of sorrow has a saucer.
Can any one tell?
Jay Eye See will probably remain on
the turf instead oi going under it,—
New York Herat /.
When it comes to a question bet ween
pies and pizin it is hard to decide.—
Richmond Despatch.
Uncle Sam may laugh at Canada, but
he can’t catch a nation by cachiunation,
— Detroit Free Pres .
If he who hesitates is lost, the man
who stutters must have great di/liculty
in finding himself.— Sornercdli Journal.
’Tis a human act to kill canines
By electric shocks, we own— •
But then it gives a wicked taste
To the sausage of Bologne.
Bobby—“What did you say, pa?” Pa
—“.Never mind.” Lobby—“1 don’t of-
tener than i have to, do I?”— Binghump-
ton Republican.
He who fights and runs a Way
May live to fight another day;
But he who never fights at ail,
Yet swears ho whips, has lots of gall.
Tennyson compares men to trees, and
perhaps he is right about some men, who
are ail limbs, whose boughs are awkward,
and whose general York reputation is some¬
what shady.— New Ban.
Little Boston Girl (as the hair-brush
is reached for)—“Mamma, the consecu-
tveness and the prevalency of these in¬
terminable castigations are slowly sap¬
ping my very life!”— Time.
The United States Post Office Depart¬
ment is pretty well supplied with should regula¬
tions, there is one more we like
to see adopted about this time—“Post
no bills.” —Burlington Free Press.
He said in tones of sorrow,
No “friends in need” for me!
The friends that want to borrow
I do not wish to see.
—Boston Courier.
He Misunderstood.—Robinson—“How
does it come that you are always in the
courts!” Lawyer—“That’s my busi-
ness.” Iiobinson—“Oh, well, 1 wouldn’t I
get so touchy about a little thing if
were you.”— Time .
Baker—“What is the price of flour
to-day?” Assistant—“Somewhat tell high¬
er.” “Well, go down and the fore¬
man to chuck in more yeast. Thank my
stars, old Hutch can't get up a corner on
wind .”—Philadelphia Record.
“Why, Mrs. Del ancey, what is the
matter with your daughter used Florence? done
She looks completely right, up Mrs. and
for.” “Oh, she’s ail Van
Tyke. She has just graduated from a
finishing school .”—Springfield Union.
He knew that she loved him, for when it was
late
And high over the earth stood the moon,
(U he took up his hat and strolled out to tbs
She asked. “Are you going so soon.”
—Merchant Traveler.
When Chaplain McCabe was in Kansas
on a tour endeavoring to raise $1,-
000,000 for missions, a little boy heard
his appeal, and thinking of the large
sum he had to raise, determined hud to help ■
him. The first chance he early in, ofj
the week he gathered a basketful
chestnuts, whith he sold for five with conts.J
He sent this to Mr. McCabe the
note: “If you want any more let me ■
know.” —Chicago Herald.
