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mt JNMttgmntrjt ithmitor. U 0. SUT T ON, Editor and Proper. The United States government is the •greatest printer and publisher if ‘iv world. The number of publieao nts is sued annually amohnts to slyout 2,500,- '00(1, of which about *OO,OOO are bound VtiUunes. I , 4 Mr. Osborn, the only cocoanut ‘planter .in the United Sttites, hj* recently ro ■ceiwrl by ship from Africa 150,000 co •coanuts. These tire to he planted this yt-tir along s '/trip of sea coast many miles in length toward the southernmost point of Florida. t - So well is the law enforced, savs the 'Mobile Register, that, ‘"while there are some Southern, communities where the practice of y iug concealed weapons still majority, including our own city, Tire troubled with only a few offenders of this kind.” Queen Victoria has received * present from the United States of a quarto volume, bound in •ealskin, with linings of damask satin and a hand-painted in scription. The work is regarded as a triumph of American book-binding, and •copies have been presented to the German ■emperor and the emperor of Russia. 'ltie queen’s copy lias been placed in the library at Windsor Castle. There is a marked contrast between the temperature at the surface and in the depths of the mines on the famous Corn stock lode, Virginia City, Nev. While severe winter weather is prevailing out side the heat is so intense in the lower levels of the mines that «the workmen, •who have no clothing on but overalls and heavy brogans to protect the feet, can work only for short intervals. The introduction of large quantities of bogus butter and “oleo oil” in England has roused the dairymen of Great Britain to ask for legislation t hat shall insure the sale of the stuff upon its merits and for just what it is. Last year there were ex ported from this country nearly 40,000,- SOO pounds of bogus butter and oleo oil, ■and England received a share of it. There has been laid before the council of 'the British Dairy Farmers’ association and referred to a special committee a bill providing that all imitations of butter ■“shall be called by names clearly and entirely distinguishable from the word ‘huttec’ and from any compound modi fication or derivation of the word;” that all manufactories of bogus butter in Great Britain shall be registered; that bogus butter shall not be colored in imi tation of real butter, and that the bogus products shall be sold under their right names. The possibilities in the way of the utilization of steam, it may be assumed, are pretty well ascertained. It has been of inealcuable value in bringing civiliza tion to its present poiut; but we do not expect any new developments from it. But the possibilities of electricity no one can gauge. New phases of its usefulness are being demonst rated with great rapidi ty. The power to send messages by in duction from fast moving railroad trains is the latest valuable discovery that is entering upon common use. This is done •by throwing the words through the air, as it were, to the wires which take them to their destination, and the process is reversible. Mr. Edison says that they can he thrown thus nearly six hundred feet, and through balloons, at an eleva tion of a little over three thousand feet, twenty-five miles. There is so much of the unknown quantity still about electricity that it would be a rash undertaking to define its limits as a ser vant to man. In a recent lecture Professor Sumner expounded his views on the subject of socialism, which he regards as one of the most important questions of the present day. He is opposed on economic grounds to every form of socialism except that where co-operation is voluntary. The co-operative commonwealth, which ig the system that modern socialistic re formers are advocating, where every one would be compelled to co-operate, he re gards as a tyranny and a system that could never under any circumstances be established so long as human nature re mains what it has been in the past his tory of the world and is to-day. The progress of the race within the last cen tury has been greater than in any 1,000 years previously, owing to the invention of labor-saving machinery and the dis coveries of modern science. He says that modern civilization has make proba bly 50,000,000 of the 1,500.000,000 peo ple on the globe to-day comparatively well off, and adds that the socialists want towip mit what little progress has been made because the whole work of civilization has not been accomplished and made them all well off. Things mustbeleftto adjust themselves natur ally, he thinks. Mr vkrnon. Montgomery p<> <; v mi ukpay, \i»ril is, itw«. V* Is Wttinated that one-half of al American men above the age of thirty !t:v partially bald; and. «« ’ . i'ter istic is one of most likely to be tynn-inO'-od trora father to son, it is fair ‘.a suppose that a few generations lienee adult Americans with hair on their pate 3 will be rare. The excessive mental ac tivity of our people is believed to be the chief cause of this baldness; bn* t 1 e'eat cal authority advise* hg&iftst wearing the hat so euediftiiously, as many men do, and *iie wearing at any time of an un venlilated hat, A comparative table of the strengths of the merchant navies of the. world, which has just been published In Fritrics, shows that Great Britain jVossesses 22,- 500 trading Vessels, with an aggregate •nriftage of 11,200,000. Os these vessels 4,64!) are steamers, with a tonnage of 5,010,000 tons, or rather more than half the grand total of burden. The United States makes a very bad second, with 6,600 sail and 2,700,000 tons. Norway has 4,200 vessels, with 1,500,000 tons, and Germany, which comes next, has 3,000 sail, with a total of 1,400,000 tons; France, Italy and Russia bring up the rear, each with less than 3,000 vessels. The powerful and enduring influence exerted upon American “heirs” by stories about enormous estates in England to which they are entitled is again shown by the fact that 300 of the Lawrcnce-Town ley “heirs” held a meeting in Detroit and indignantly rejected as unworthy of be lief the statement procured from ottr minister to Great Britain that there is ill England no Lawrencc-Townley estate, nor nuy known family of that description, nnd that there is a Townley estate which has been held for a long time by its pro* prietors, who arc protected by law, and against whom no one offers any claim. Owing, however, to this statement, the lawyers appear to have changed the name and location of the property, although its value remains at the old sum of $800,000,- 000. Once it was the Chase estate, then the Chase-Townley, and the Lawrence- Townlcy. Hereafter it is to be the Per egrine Edward Townley estate, and th “heirs” are to be represented by William 11. Stewart and S. H. Blake, of Toronto. The vigor of the association which the “heirs” have formed affords a remarka ble example of the credulity of persons who probably exercise prudence and common sense in their private affairs, but who really believe that they can get possession of this “estate,” which lies on the surface of the moon, and in no other place. The luxurious New Yorker is apt to know very little of the miseries of his fellow townsmen,says a correspondent of the Cincinnati Enquirer. Two men were smoking one afternoon in the Union League club. One was William Waldorf Astor, who had just been elected a vice president of that wealthy organization, and the other was Tom Saunders, a fel low member. Their cigars suggested to them the cigarmakers’ lock-out. Their weed was of domestic brand, and Astor suggested that it would be interesting to find out by whom, how and where those very cigars had been rolled. Dr. Ham mond was present, and he declared that, if all the relations of mind to matter were perfect, it would be actually possi ble to see in the smoke that was curling upward views of the manufacture of cigars. His theory was scarcely dernon stratable or refutable;but it was possible to see the scenes in all tangibility, and the next day was devoted to the freak of doing so. By tracing the cigars from wholesaler to retailer, thence to the man ufacturer, and finally to the original worker, the investigators finally got into an upper tenement in Marion street,which is a thoroughfare of poverty. Therein jived a family of Polish Jews, whom the stoppage of employment had already plunged into abject want. They got some dollars from their visitors, and tha fc is all the knob there is to the story, un less something of a climax of interest was reached in the knowledge that the cigars for which the millionaire had paid twenty-five cents apiece had not cost in wages and materials more than four. Os the Earth. He was mashed on fair Finetta, From the moment he first met her; So exceeding Her high breeding, And her proud patrician way; Ar.d he soon upon her waited, His fond love reciprocated; And this sappy Was as happy As the brightest summer day. But one day the youth benighted, Out to dinner her invited, And tis bootless, Idle, fruitless. To attempt his grief to tell, When -lie ordered -alt-cod shredded, Liver, abbage, pork chops breaded. Mashed potatoes, Htewed tomatoes. And dams fried ia crumbs as well! “St B DEO FAC 10 FOE TITER." I.HriS iR TOO BRIEF. is too brief it seems to me— To fight, fall out or disagree; To fret the heart and waste one’s time In warring words or angry rhyme; To mourn fond hopes before they flee. To sit with folded hands—to see The nether side continually t Reproach a stijile- (s mirth it crime! Life is too brief. Calm, kind, serene and peaceful be, And, growing passe gracefully, Accept time’s kindly frost and rime, The heart lie merry as a chime; Nor lianish joy and jolit.y— Life is too brief. —Robert O. Fowler, in Detroit. Free /Vein. — MV I liIEND MKHUTRIEIi. I. I was at one time employed in a gov ernment office. Every day from 10 until 4 o’clock I became a voluntary prisoner in a depressing office, adorned with yellow pasteboard boxes and filled with j the musty odor of old papers. There t breakfasted on Italian cheese ttnd apples which I roasted at the grate ; t react the morning papers, even to the advertise ments; I rhynied verses, and I attended to the affairs of state to the extent of drawing, at the end of each month, a salary which barely kept me from starv ing. I recall to-day one of my companions in captivity at that epoch. He was called Achilla Mcurtricr. and certainly his fierce look and his tall form seemed to warrant that name, lie was a great, big fellow, about forty years old, With out too milch chest Or shoulders, but who Wore felt hats with wide brims, short, but ample coats, large olairl trousers, and red neckties under rolling collars. He xVore a foil beard, long hair, and was very proud of his hairy hands. The chief boast of Mcurtricr,otherwise the best and most amiable of companions, was to trifle with an athletic constitution, to possess the biceps of a prize-lighter, and, as he said himself, not to know his own strength. He never made a ges ture even in the exercise of his peaceable profession that did not have for its object to convince the spectators of his pro digious vigor. Dill lie have to take from its case an empty pasteboard box, he ad vanced toward the shelf with the heavy step of a street porter, grasped the box solidly with a tight hand, and carried it with a stiff arm as far as the next table with a shrugging of shoulders and frown ing of brow worthy of Milo of Crotona. lie carried this manner so far that he never used less apparent effort even to lift the lightest objects, and one day when he held in his right hand a basket of old papers I saw him extend his left arm horizontally as if to make a counter poise to the tremendous weight. I ought to say that this robust creature inspired me with a profound respect, for I was then, even more than to-day, phys ically weak and delicate, and in conse quence filled with admiration for that energetic physique which I lacked. The conversations of Mcurtricr were not of a nature to diminish the admiration xvith which he inspired me. Above all, in the summer, on Monday mornings," when he had returned to the office after our holiday, he had an inexhaustible fund of stories concerning his adventures and feats of strength. After having taken off his felt hat, his coat, and his vest,and having wiped the perspiration from his forehead with the sleeve of the shirt to indicate his sanguine and ardent temper ament, he would thrust his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers, and, stand ing near me in an attitude of perpendicu lar solidity, begin a monologue some thing follows; . “What a day, my boy! Positively no fatigue can lay me up. Think of it. Yesterday was the regatta at Joinville-le Pont. At 6 o’clock in the morning the rendezvous at Bercy for the crew of the Marsouin; the sun is up; we jump into our rowing-suits, and seize the oir and give way—one-two, one-two—as fur as Joinville; flier, overboard for a swim be fore breakfast; strip to swimming draw ers, a jump overboard, and lookout for squalls. After my hath I have the appe tite of a tiger. Good. I seize the boat by one hand, and call out, ‘Charpentier, pass me a small ham.’ Three motions in one time, and I have finished it to the bone. ‘Charpentier, pass me the flask.’ Three swallows, and it is empty.” So the description would continue— dazzling, Homeric. “The hour for the regatta—noon, the sun just overhead. The boats draw up in line on the river before a tent gaudy with streamers. On the hank of the mayor, with his scarf of office, gendarmes in yel low shoulder-belts, and a swarm of sum mer dresses, open parasols,and straw hats. Bang! The signal gun is fired, the Mar souin shoots forward of her competitors and gains the first prize, and no fatigue. We dine at Creteil. How cool the even ing in the dusky arbor; pipes glow in the darkness, and moths singe their wings in the flame of the omelette au kirsch. At the end of a dessert served on decorated plates we hear from the ball-room the call of the cornet. Take places for the quad rille! But already a rival crew, beaten that same morning, has monopolized the prettiest girls. A fight! teeth broken, eyes blackened, ugly falls and whacks below the belt; in a word,a poem of phys ical enthusiasm, of noisy hilarity, of ani mal spirits; without speaking of the re turn at midnight on crowded platforms, with girls whom we lift into the cars, friends separated, calling from one end of train to the other, and fellows playing a born upon the roof.” And the evenings of my astonishing companion wen- not less full of adventure than his holidays. Collar-and-elbow wrestling in a tent under the red light of torches, between him, simple smateur, and Dubois, the iron-man in person in! ciinses neat the mouth of sewers with dogs ns fierce as tigers san guinary encounters at night in the most dangerous qrarters with ralliaus and nose-enters were the most insignificant episodes of his nightly career. Nor do l dare relate other adventures of a more intimate character, from which, ns the writers of an earlier day would say in noble style, (t pPu the least timorous 'would recoil with horror. However painful it maybe to confess nil unworthy sentiment. T am obliged to say that my admiration for Meurtrier was not uhmixed with regret and bitterness, perhaps with envy. But the recitation of his most mnrvoloug exploits had never awakened in me the least feeling of in credulity, and Arehille Meutricr easily tookMif* place HI niy mind among heroes and demigods, bet weed Rtflnnri tttnl l’irithous. At this time I was a great wanderer in the suburbs, and I occupied the leisure ol my summer evenings by solitary walks in those distant regions, ns unknown to the Parisians of the boulevards as the coun try of the Uaribhrcs, and of whoso som ber charm I endeavored later to tell in vCtse. A u (veiling In July, hot ami dusty, at the hour when the first gas lights were beginning to twinkle jn tile misty twi light, I was walking slowly frmtt V«ugi rard, through one of those long and de pressing suburban streets lined on each sidc'by houses of unequal height, whose porters and portresses in shirt sleeves and calico sat on the steps and imagined that they were taking the fresh air. Hardly anyone passing in tho whole street; perhaps a mason, white with plaster, :1 ftelgeanl ft" ville, It child carry lng home a four-pound low liirgfcr than himself, or a young girl hurrying on in lint and cloak with a leather hag on her arm, and every quarter hour the half empty omnibus coining back to its place of departure with the heavy trot of its tired horses. Stumbling now and then on the pave ment, for asphalt is an unknown luxury in these places, I went, down the street., tasting all the charms of a stroller. Home times I stopped before an enclosure to watch through the broken b lards tho fading glories of the setting sun, and tho black silhouettes of flic chimneys thrown against a greenish sky. Sometimes through an open window on the ground floor 1 caught sight of an interior, pictur esque and familiar; here a jolly looking laundress holding her flat-iron to her check; there workmen sitting at tables and smoking in tho ground door of a cabaret, while an old Bohcniian, standing Isfose them, sang something about liberl \*i accompanying himself on an old guibr. ! uddonly T stopped. One of these personal pictures lmd caught my eye l>y its domestic and charm ing simplicity. She looked so happy and peaceful in her simple little room, the dear old lady in her black dress nnd widow’s cap, leaning back in an easy chair covered with green Utrecht velvet, and sitting quietly with her hands folded on hyr lap. Everything around her was so old, and seemed to have been preserved, less through a wise economy than on account of hallowed memories, since the honeymoon with monsior of the high complexion, in a frock coat and (lowered waistcoat, whose oval crayon ornamented the wall. By two lamps on the mantel shelf every detail of the, olil fushionod furniture could be distin guished, from a clock on a fish of artifi cial and painted marble to the, old and antiquated piano, on which, without doubt, as a younggirl, with leg of mutton sleeves and with her hair dressed a la Grecque she played the airs of Komag nesi. Certainly a loved and only daughter, remained unmarried through her affec tion for her mother, piously watched over the last years of the widow. It was she, I was sure, who had so tenderly place'! her dear mother, she who had put the ottoman under her feet, she who had placed her near the inlaid table and ar ranged on it the water and two cups. I expected already to see her coining in, carrying the evening coffee, the sweet, calm girl, who should be dressed in mourning like the widow and resemble her very much. Absorbed lay the contemplation of a scone so sympathetic, and by the pleasure of imagining that humble poem, re mained standing some, steps from the open window, sure of not being not iced in the diAkv street, when 1 saw a door open and there appeared oh! how far he was from my thoughts at that moment— my friend Meurtrier himself, the formid able hero of tilts on the river and frays iri unknown places. A sudden doubt crossed me. I felt that T was on a point of discovering a mys tery. It was he indeed. His terrible hairy hand held a tinv silver coffee pot, and he was followed by a poodle which greatly embarrassed his steps—a valiant and classic poodle, the poodle of blind clarionet-players, a poor beggar’s poodle, a poodle clipped like a lion, with hairy ruffles on his four paws, and a white mustache like a general of the gymnase. “Mamma,” said the giant in a tone of ineffable tenderness, ‘ ‘here’s your coffee, I am sure that you will find it nine to night. The water was boiling well, and I poured it on drop by drop.' “Thank you,” said the old lady, roll ing her easy chair to tin* table with an air; “thank you, my little Achilla. Your dear father said many a time that there was not m v equal at making coffee—he was so kind and indulgent, the dear good man but I begin to believe that you are even better than me.” At that moment, and while. Meurtrier was pouring out. the coffee with all the delicacy of a young girl, the poodle, ex cited no doubt, by the uncovered sugar, placed his forepaw* on the lap of his mistress. “Down, iWoitbf*” she cried, with n benevolent indigiiftl'ioYi "Did miyom ever sec such a troublesoWV '(tthnnl '■ l.ook here, sir! you know very well .'ltd! your master never fails to give you (be hot of his cup. By the way." said the widow, addressing her son. “you have taken tho poor fellow out, have you not ! “Certainly, mamma,” lie replied, in a tone that was almost infantile. “1 have Jllst been to the creamery for your morn iitg (tillit,; mid I put the leash and collar oif Medor and biok liitn with me.” Reassured on this pHnf, Important to canine hygiene, the good ti. u TOi,‘ drank her coffee, between her son nnd hei dog, who each regarded her with an inexpres sible tenderness. Il was assuredly unnecessary to sec or bear morn. I bad already divined what a. peaceful family life, upright, pure and devoted, ibf frjoftd Meurtrier had under his chimerical gffsC'Mtades. But the spectacle with which chanM Ini' I favored me was at once so droll and so on•< hlng that I could not resist the temptation so watch for some moments longer; that in discretion sufficed to show me tho whole truth. “Yes, this type of roisterers, this athlete, this despot of bar rooms and public lonises, performed, simply and courageously, In these lowly rooms in tho suburbs, the sublime duties of a sister of charity. This intrepid oarsman had never, made a longer voyage than to con duct his mother to church every Sunday. This trainer Os Dull 'logs was the submis sive slave of a poodle. 4 • 111. Next morning on arriving at the Office I asked Meurtrier how lie had employed the previous evening, and he instantly Improvised, without the least hesitation, Jtn qCcottnt of a sharp encounter on the boulevard, where lie bad knocked down with a single blow o’s lint list, having passed bis thumb through the ring of bis keys, a terrible street rough. I listened, smiling ironically, and thinking to confound him; but, remem bering bow respectable a virtue is which is hidden even under JNI absurdity, t struck him on the shoulder, find said with conviction: “Meurtrier, you life tt hero. 11 —From the French. Poppy Pul turn. It is probable that very few owners of flower gardens are aware that the pop pies cultivated merely for ornament will produce opillm. When the flower petals have fallen, leaving (lie seed capsule bare, if an incision be made 111 I bat body, a sticky juice will exude. This juice is opium. It varies in certain chemical qualities, according to the country in which if is cultivated, arid the variety of plant from which it is produced. Although the plant will grow in al most anv climate, it is in India that if *» ! most satisfactorily cultivated, the opit/nf revenuo of that country being derived from two sources, those of Malwa and those of Bengal. When the land has been plowed and harrowed, the poppy seed is sown at the end of October, or the beginning of No vember. Hix pounds of seed are sufli cient for the third of an acre. As soon as if begins to germinate, as it. does in a week after sowing, the land 1b divided by furrows Into rectangular beds, about I eight feet in length by four lit breadth. These channels are Used for Irrigation, as the plants need frequent watering, some times requiring it until tin' crop is ma tured. About seventy live ‘ days after germination, the flower appears, audits four petals are gently removed, on the ! third day after their expansion, to be pasted together with tho leaves destined to form the outer shell of the opium cake. In course of eight or ten days, the capsules are lanced at, night, and the juice which has exuded from the incisions is scraped off in the morning, with a small scoop, and transferred to a metal or earthen vessel. This process is three or four times repeated, at intervals of two or three days, and the result is erode opium. The bower petals and the plant leaves and stalks have also a con siderable value for packing purposes; the thicker portion of the stalks are used by the peasants for llre-wood. The crude opium, having been gathered, is stored by the cultivator, and watched, that it may remain free from mold or taint. At the end of March, or the beginning of April, when the weather is furiously hot in Bengal, the cultivators, carrying their opium, obey a summons calling them to meet the deputy agent of their village. There the opium is tested, paid for, and taken into the possession of the government. Finally the opium paste is made into cakes, dried, pocked in boxes, and removed to Calcutta, for sale by auc tion.— Youth'll Comjnui ion. Sky-High Millionaires. The young Vanderbilts I mean Cor nelius and William K., the present heads of the family have “gone at. it” aH if they meant to double the fortunes their father left them right speedily, writes a New York correspondent of tneCirn in nutti Commercial thuette. Indeed, I don’t see how they can help it. Cor nelius Vand'-rbiit is forty now, and he in worth, 1 suppo . at least, $80,000,000, perhaps more. This, at compound in terest, should double every twelve years, which would make it no less than SOIO.- 000.000 when Cornelius is seventy-six. It would increase» good deal faster than that at the inter'-t which he is to-day receiving on Ins stock and bonds, but there will come panics, reverses, per haps, and he cannot safely count on making more than $460,000,000 in thirty six years. Cornelia first vice president of the New York Central rail road and head of finance; William K., is second vice-president and master of tanrsportation. There are 531 of the Passamaquoddy Indians new in Maine, all of whom are farmers. VOL. I. NO. it. AN EASTERN apologue. .Melik, (ho Kultnn. lin'd nVO> *•"» N‘»ld.«l at noon on.his di van. Hosin'" Mw> fountain lingered near %) Jamil, the bMAf. and the vizier— Old Yusuf, sour and’ hard to please. Then Jamil sang in wordfc UUn chase: Slim is Butheina—slim is she As the Houghs of the Araka troel “Nay,” quoth the other, teeth between “I>>nn, if y, i will —I call her leu» Sweet is Butheina -sweet as wine, With smiles that like rod Hobblee shine 1 “True- by the Prophet!" Yusi/f said; “She makes men wander in the headt” Dear is Butheina- aht more dear Than all the maidens of Kashnaoorl “Dear," came the answer, quirk as thought— “ Pour—and yet always to bo bought’ IHo Jamil ceased. But still life’s page Shows diverse unto Youth aud Ago: And—lie the song of ghouls or gods— : Time —like tlio Hultan, sits, and nods. —Austin Dobson. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Business in astronomical circle* is look: Ing up. The latest instance of absence of round —The dude. The heaviest mash on record was when truth was crushed to earth. —Mew York Journal. If, seems a little strango that when we I afe tired we can best rest easy by retiring. — Merchant- Traveler. In Missouri they call a brass-band eon \ cert a success when the leader escapes with his life. Turk. Lemonade may help a man along fairly well, but it is the “slick” in it that causes him to stumble.— l.i<'e. “All moil a r <! born free and equal," but. thedifHculty is that some are bom equal to half a dozen others. Life. The “fresh” young man finals consider able difficulty in earning bis salt because ire needs so much of it. -Mew Yorh J&ur nal. A student of human nature says any thing can be sharpened. IV. a lead pencil in a woman’s hands and see. -fling ha niton. /iep uhlicu n. The end of the week comes rolltogjrouud Anil brings the only chance, Fat Mary Ann to take the time To mend her hubby’s pants. Kaleidoscope. Architecture is called “frozen music,” Iml some bui Id iogs look as il the orchestra bad been struck with a heavy frost when they were tuning their instruments.— Botr ton Bulletin. FATIKNf’K I’KIIHOr*IKIKb. Ho nevor npoko /i word; But with a Kink of cUwpf'Ht I'hfihi unholy Ho sat, like IVittomo, on nil olloinan, Watching for his wifV to put her l»onnofcorr Lynn Hem. “Mr. Smith,” asked the professor of natural history, “which animal exhibits the greatest susceptibility lor attaching itself to the human race?” Smith re flects: “Ah er r rer I think the leech, professor.”- Nan York Mail. “Does your wife talk in her sleep?"' asked one married man of unotlier one •lay when they they were emuparing notes. “I don’t, lie awake to ee, ' re plied the heartless husband; “but she talks all the rest of the lime, so I rather guess she does. Somerville Journal. “Ahl” remarked a young ral, uh the steel trap closed on his leg, “I wasafraid we would have a cold snap before morn ing.” “True,” said a wise cat, who hap pened along, “and we may now look for considerable activity in the fur market.” And, sure enough, tile- lur began to My at once.- Ilrookl'/n Sajlc. HHJC WOI) Ml. Deep In her eyes of bon die blue I s/iw the love light slime ; “Bweet love,” i softly (inked, “will yon Be mine? ’ Hhe raiHOfl her hear! am! hrenth«:fla' X Mel’ eyes Wl(ll tears m e wet. And blit hi ugly she made reply, “You lx.it. Money’s Worfli. “Does it ever occur to you,” said a cash bookkeeping- man to bis friend, “bow much more you are get! ing for sir money now than when we L m . o.i $1 f. a week, twelve or thirteeo years ago? Look at it. You had to dre -■> then pretty nearly as well as you do now. I will venture to say you eouldu t get a pair of trousers then that suited you for less than $lO or sls; you get the same thing now for $8 to $lO, and yon ran get for $5 trousers that would have eost at least $lO then. The suit you had to pay $lO to SSO for then costs you SBO to day. Yot. can buy all the New York papers if you arc a newspaper man and read news wholesale —for twelve or fourteen rents, and the bundle left nothing of a quarter then. As for books—well, there weren’t any books that cost less than $1 in 1872, and now a dollar bill covers a fairish library. Just look at the way good ready-made shoos have come down in price, and as for shirts and pood under clothing, you ought to find out what they cost -before the panic.’ ” “Well," rejoined the non-cash bookkeeping man, wiio promptly gave up these conundrums in price, “what 1 want to know is what be comes of the money I am unconsciously saving?” “You had better go, home and look around and try and remember how bare houses were before 187f> brought in art decoration, for one tiling; and for another, notice that you see ten dress coats where there was one a dozen years ago. You are living better for the same money, my boy. That is all.”— Chilailf.lphw Tress. Queen Marguerita. of Italy, makes reg ular visit to the charitable asylums named in her honor,