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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. ____ “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. , _ 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. * " ll0 19 3 , 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.