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THE RIVER OF 1IKE. Oh I a wonderful stream Is the river of time, An it runs through the realms of tears, With a laultless rhythm and a musical rhyme, And a broader sweep and a surge sublime, And blends with the ocean of years. How tl'« winters aro drifting like flakes of snow, And the summers like buds between, And the year in the sheaf—so they come and they go On the river’s breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glides in the shadow and sheen, There’s a magical isle up the river of Time, Where the softest ofalrs are playing, There’s a cloudless sky and a tropical clime, And a song as sweet as a vesper chime And the Junes with the roses are staying. And the name ol that Isle is Long Ago, And we bury our tieasures there, There are bri ws of beauty and bosoms of ■now, There are heaps of dust, hut we loved them so! There aro trinkets and tresses of hair. There are fragments of song that nobody sings, And a part of an Infant’s prayer; There’s a lute unswept and a harp without strings, There are broken vows and pieces ol rings, And tbe garments that she uted to wear. There a'-e hands that are waved when the fairy shore By the mirage is lifted In air; And we sometimes near through the turbu lent roar, Bweet voices we heard lu the days gone be fore. When the wind down the river Is fair. and he saw no reason to change his opinions as he knew ht r better.” ‘ So that is Mr. Lance Leveling!” exclaimed Oriella, with tha faintest mockiag curl of her luscious lips, when lunce was over and Maud had accom panied her to the choicrst room upon the “seaside” - of May Croft. “Yes; and do own up, Oriel, that he is flue-looking,” “I cannot, dear I detest men with dark brown eyes and j ist a little curl to the hair. They are always insuffer able conceited. How Btupid that he should be here just when I had antici pated having such a delicious little visit J” “Well, he is here, and you’ll have to make the best of it,” strid Maude, in her heart secretly glad that it had all happened. “We cannot send him away.” “Oh, of course not; but perhaps he will have the good grace to cut his stay short, seeing that we abhor each other, and it would be much pleasanter for me to have him away.” “But how do you know that he ab hors you ?” “I saw it in his eyes,” said Oriella, calmly. All of which being overheard by Mr. “And now I hat you have painted my ‘ideal woman,’ would you mind depict ing your ideal man ?” ‘ Ob, he is tall, r< al tall and slender, witn piercing eyes and white Hair and beard, and an enormous bank ac count.” “I see the money question still pre vails,” said Lance, with slight sa„- c sin. Oriella opened her beautiful big eyes very wide. “ VV by, of course it does. The ambi tion of my life is to marry rich. But I’m tiling you, I’ll come again to read ju3t after dinner. We understand each other now, don’t we ? We may as well be friends.” Lance smiled, and held out his well hand to her. It was nearly winter before May Croft was desolated by the departure of its guests, and Maude Sanborn went up to town with Miss Gladmyr without being able to discover that her two cousins admired each other one whit more than when they first met. Stiff, as Oriella remained in New Yoik for the season, instead of returning to her home in Baltimore, they two saw a great deal of each other, and grew, slowly, more and more confidential Levering, who sat at his open window friends, uutil when, in March, sorne- A Masked Wedding. Oriella and Lance Levering have been married five years the first of this April and they have not yet decided which of them was fooled upon that important occasion. One of them must have been, that is csrtain, since their very marriage was but an April-fool- day joke. Oriella declares it was Lance who was the fool, because he had always been adverse to blondes Ikiul uesp'TSed-fi.irts, and bad frequently asserted that if the was the only woman in the world he would not marry her. All of which Mr. Levering now un- blushingly explains by saying that he was only averse to blondes before he saw Oriella, that his abhorrence was a general rule, never applied to individ ual cases, and that if Oriella had been th9 only woman in the world he never would have had the chance to marry her. At this his wife laughs with soft mockery. And then Lance goes on to say that Oriella was the fool, for she had never admired him ; she had re peatedly declared her intention to mar- ry no lilajrwTio could not count his wealth by hundreds of thousands, and she was already— But 1 am telling their story too rap idly. Here it is in detail: Lance Levering—proud, ambitious, handsome, with all those transcendent al views of marriage so common to men who have been too much admired and t indulged by women, too easily success ful with them—and Oriella Gladmyr— a radlant£Londe, and a reputed accom plished flirt—met one summer at May Croft. Tne owner of May Croft, Ned Sanborn, was a distant cousin to them both, and Ned and Lance were fast friends; so were Oriella and Ned’s wife, Maude. Of course the two had heard of each other, and always in glowing terms, until Lance had come to dis miss the subject with contempt, saying that he detested blonde women and despised flirts, and had no desire to ever know or see the beautiful Miss Gladmyr : and Oriella had openly de clared that Lance—judginjf from tbe .^ftfwui^ahinet photograph of him finding in its rich plush frame upon her cousin’s dressing table—was hide ous, and that she knew he was cold, conceited, and in every way ihor- ltrhly detestable. And it seemed as d and Maud, who were deter- thelr favorites should know other, never would be ringing the two together, onths of mai oe jvering, happened unexpectedly ent to Newport to spend at May Croft, assured by reports that Miss Gladmyr Saratoga. And that same hty'iat at lunch, just Ned and Maude and their guest, for once alone, Oriella Gladmyr walked in upon them with he| gay laugh and her beauty just as Jlazzllng as if she were not robed in the severest of travel ing dresses, and had not been danoing until day-dawn through ail the pie ceding six weeks. ► In his heart Lanoe had to admit the beauty, however nuuoh he disliked the type; but her style offended him in every particular Immediately. She was a coquette, audacious, independ ent. r self-possessed, impassionate, hly worldly, he told himself; just next an open one m Miss Glad myr’s room, caused him to resolve to stay his full two weeks. He did abhor her, but he was piqued by her, too, and had not the slightest intention of sacrificing his pleasure in any way to hers. Being a man of charming manners, however, he did please Miss Gladmyr in many ways; and as to dancing to gether, they found that it was bliss, so thoroughly were their movements in rhythmic harmony. They drifted through the two weeks, preserving a sort of armed neutrality toward each other, and then, the last day of his appointed stay, Lance was brought home with s» veral broken bones and tbe prospect of remaining at May Croft for an indefinite period. He had b< en thrown from his horse while atten pting to rescue some ladies from a carriage drawn by a runaway learn. It war a week alter the accident that Lance and Oriella came to an understanding with each other that established friendship between them. He found Miss Gladmyr a delightful reader, but, for reasons best known to himself, he bated to let her read to him ha’f as long or as often as would have been agreeable to him. Oriella saw this, and frankly told him of it. “You are very silly not to make tbe most of any generous impulses I may have,” she exclaimed, lightly. “I am not often given to benevolent acts. As for my falling in love with you—if that is what you fear—why, set your mind entirely at rest. You’re not at all a well-looking man, according to my standard of masculine beauty, and Maud tells me that vou are not—well, what I call rich, and except that you dance divinely, and have the manners of a gentleman, and—just now—sev eral broken bones, there’s nothing in teresting about you that any young woman should fall in love with you.” “Thanks, Miss Gladmyr,” laughed Lance when she had ended her gay little mocking speeeh, “for being kind at all to so uninteresting an old fellow as myself.” , , Not at all. You know it is awful for Maude to have you on her hands in this way, and decency compels me to help her care for you in any way I can. i cannot do much, but nearly every one likes to hear me read, and since you enjoy it, too, why you and Maude must make the very most you can out of my small charity.” “I intend to after this,” Baid Lance, coolly. “You do read well.” “Yes; it is my one accomplishment. Once I dreamed of making fame and fortune by it. Now I know an easier way to get the fortune.” “Yes?” questiouingly. “Yes; to marry it. I never intend to marry any man who cannot count his money by the hundreds of thous ands.’’ “Indeed! Do you tell me that for fear 1 should fall in love with you?” “Oh, no,” retorted Oriella, nonchal antly. “I know there is not the slight est danger of such a thing. You need no warnings. You dislike me too much.” “On the contrary, I do not dislike you, Miss Gladmyr; but I do not ap prove of you.” “It’s all the same thing. Your ideal woman is a sweet, shy, clinging con ventional little creature, who has never been tested in the crucible of the world’s fires. I am—oh, almost everything your ideal woman should not be!” Lance laughed again. They were nearer being friends than ever before. thing of importance befell Oriella, she made Lance the first sharer of her secret. “B9 sure and be at Mrs. Chaudelor’s dinner—you said there was some doubt about it—because I want to introduce you to Mr. Jarvis Jerome. I have at tained my ambition at last He is al most a millionaire, and has asked me to marry him. Of course, I gracefully and gratefully said I would. 1 want you to congratulate me. O. G.” Those were the hastily-scribbled lines she sent Levering; and Levering thre v them into the fire with a mut tered curse. “What do I care that she has en gaged herself to Jaivis Jerome?” he questioned of himself, fiercely biting his lip until the red blood sprung to his pearly teeth. And then he wrote his regrets to Mrs. Chandelor, and packed a satchel and wtnt out of town for a week. When he got back he went straight to see Oriella and congratulated her. “Oh, don’t talk about that now. It’s old!” cried O iella, impatiently. “Why, I’ve been engaged a week. I want to tell you about Maude’s April- fool-day party. It is the fifth anni versary of her wedding, you kuow. We’re to go down to May Croft—there are about forty invited—and to have at King and Queen of Folly, and a Jester, and all manner of fun. You’ll go ?” “Yes,” promised Lauee, and he went. And while the carnival was at its behest some one proposed that just before the unmasking took place the host and hostess be remarried. A young clergyman, a chum of Ned San born’s was among the guests, though not among the maskers, and a wed ding would be just the imposing finish needed to the revel. In a minute a place was cleared at the end of (he long salon, and arrangements made for a grand ceremony; and presently the bride in her white satin domino game in on the arm of a gorgeous cour tier, followed by another white satin domino, and some dazzling April fairies wreathed in crocuses and glitter ing with rain drops. The cortege tdvanced to its place, and the two satin dominos stepped for ward and quietly assented to the cler gyman’s questions, and were pro nounced man and wife. Then the sig ual was giytn for unmasking, and— Lance Leveriug and Oriella Gladmyr stood looking into each other’s eyes, her face growing white as that of a corpse. As Oriel’s color died Leverin^’s grew—to a dusky, passionate red that darkened face, nec k and brow , hut presence of m nd did not quite desert him. He caught Miss Gladmyr in his strong arms and swiftly carried her across (he hall and into the opposite room. “Oriel! Oriel! Don’t look like that,” he cried, kneeling boride tbe sofa on which he had placed her. “For God’s sake forgive me I I had no idea it was you—Ned wanted me to change dominos with him to play a joke on Maude. It was only a juke—all a joke! Oriel, will you speak ?” “Bring Maud here—it was all her fault. 8he made me change dominos with her for a joke on Ned J” said Oriel, beginning to recover herself, but keeping her eyes averted from his anxious ones. “But I want you to tell me you be lieve me! That you forgive me,” he insisted. 8he turned her gaze fully upon him now. “Of course, I must know it was a joke, that you had no idea of what you were doing. 1 have implicit failh in you.” Then she commenced to laugh, her pretty, mocking, musical laughter. “Just, to think of you marrying me! There is Maud at the door—let her in.” He hesitated a moment. “I want to say something first. I am mad, no doubt, but I must say ff ! You are my wile, Oriel—just for now, uutil the joke can be undone—Out— I—I wish T could keep you my wife forever.” He uttered the words hurriedly but with a vehemence that was like the throbbing of a mighty sea, and all his eager, mad, soulful lore burned in his eyes bent pleadingly on hers, Oriella knew he meant it. And as swiftly as a flower unfolds its fair face to the hot kiss of the sun, she lifted her golden head and leaned it on his breast and let him register his marria, e vows upon her lips in fervent caresses. And then—a minute later—Ned and Maud were in the room, overcome wi h remorse md anxiety. “But it is all right,” announced Levering, coolly. “We are married and we only await the congratulations of our friends. Come, Oriel, you are equal to the occasion ? Shall we go back into the parlor, and be congratu lated, and let the nine days’ talk take its way ?” Oriel put her hand on her husband’s arm with perfect contentment, and Maude and Ned looked on half dszed with the unexpectedness and niceness of it all, and society enjoyed the bit of romance and gossip the affair furnished them, and Mr. Jarvis Jerome was the only sufferer; for a happier couple than Mr. and Mrs. Lance Levering I have never seen, and the only su> ject upon which they are known to disa gree is as to which of them was the April fool on the eventful night of April 1, 1877. The Proper Time for Work. The habit of writing and reading late in the day and far into the night, says The Lancet, “for the sake of quiet,” is one of the most mischievous to which a man ot mind can addict himself. The feeling of tranquility which comes over the busy and active man about 10.30 or 11 o’clock ought not to be regarded as an incentive to work. It is, in fact, the effect of a lowering of vitality consequent on the exhaus tion of the physical sense. Nature wants and calls for physiological rest. Instead of complying with her reason able demand, the night-worker hails the “feeling” of mental quiescence, mistakes it for clearness and acuteness, and whips the jaded organism with the will until it goes on working. What is the result? Immediately, the accomplishment of a task fairly well, but not half so well as if it had been performed with the vigor of a refreshed brain working in health from proper sleep. Bamotely, or later on comes the penalty to be paid for unnatural exertion —that is energy wrung from exhausted or weary nerve centres under pressure. This penalty takes the foim of “nervousness,” perhaps sleeplessness, almost certainly some loss or depreciation of function in one or more of the great organs concerned in nutrition. To relieve these mala dies—springing from this unexpected cause—the brain-worker very likely has recourse to the use of stimulants, possibly alcholio, or it may be simply tea or coffee. The sequel need not be followed. Night wovk during student life and in after years is the fruitful cause of much unexplained, though by no means imxplicable, suffering, for which it is difficult, if not impossi ble, to find a remedy. Surely morn ing is the time for work, when the whole body is rested, the brain relieved from its tension, and mind power at its beet. A New Bleaching Process, At the last meeting of the British Chemical Society an interesting paper was read on a new process of bleach ing. The basis of the new process consists in generating the chlorine Which is the bleaching agent by tbe electrolysis of dilute hydrochloric acid or a chlorine salt solution. A low bat tery power gave the most satisfactory results in the experiment. The method adopted consists in passing the doth to be bleached, for example Turkey red cloth, through sea water between two rows of carbon rollers, the upper row being connected to one pole, and the under row to the other pole of the battery. The rollers are caused to rotate slowly, and thus pass the fabrio from one end to the other. Hypochlorite is formed, and on subse quent immersion in dilute hydrochlo ric or hydro-fluorio add the doth Is effectually bleached. Humor in Poetry and Prose. A shoddy mill—A bogus prize fight. It is impossible to cheat an Arab in a horse trade; in other words you can’t gum Arabic that way. Repartee. “Shall I marry the man that I love?” Sang Pnilits, sweet Phillis the fair; And the music went soaring above A.8 If’twere her lavorite air. And a voice calling out from the sky, From the singer she hoped fco entrance. Quite startled her with the reply— ‘She will if she once gets the chance,” Shall I marry the girl that 1 love I” lie sang on a subsequent day Sang high in his attic above, When he thougnt the fair Phillis away, \ surprise came up from below, An auswer his ardor to cool, ’Twas a little emphatic “No, no; Not unless the girl, too, is a fool.” A young would be wit in Lewiston, Me., who attempted to chaff a half-in toxicated lumberman, was greeted with: “I mind my own business. I know what you are. We make No. 3 clothes-pins out of such stock as you up our way. You git!” When the Frost is on the Punkin. When the frost is on the punkin and the fod der’s in the shook, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttiu’ turkey cock, And the clackin' of the gutneys and the cluckin’ of the bens, A ad the rooste r's hallylooyer as he tiptoeson the fence; O lt’B then’s the times a feller is a feeling at his best, With the rlsiu’ sun to greet him from a night of gracious rest, As he leaves the house bareheaded, aud goes out to teed the stock, When tbe frost Is on tbe punkin, and the fod der's In the shock. They’s somepln’ kind o’ hearty like about the atmosphere. When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall Is here of course we miss the flowers and the blos soms on the trees, And the mumble of the hummin’ birds and buzzin’ ol the bees; But the air's so appet.zln’, and the landscape through the hi ze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the early autumn days 18 a picture that do painter has the colorin’ to mock: When the frostis on the punkin, and the fod der’s In the shock. The husky, rusty rustle of the tossols of the corn, And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; The stubbie la the farrits, kindo’ lonesome like, but still A-pretcUin’ sermons to us of the barns they groweJ to All; i’he strawstack in the medder and thereaper In the shed; The bosses in the stalls below, the clover overhead ; O it set my heart a-cllckln’ like the tickin’ of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fod der’s In the shock. When the young man stepped up to the soda-fountain engineer with his country cousin, he said he would take the usual thing, giving the engineer a peculiar wink. You can bet the engi neer was dazed when the country girl said; “Well, that’s good enough for me; I’ll take the same,” and gave him the s.ime kind of a wink. The worthy doctor, like so many in his profession, believed firmly that each climacteric period of a man’s life is fraught with peculiar danger. They happened to be talking of a man who had just been guillotined. “What age was he, eh ?” broke in the doctor, “Thirty-five.” “I knew it. I told you so. Every seventh year is a dan gerous one.” ■ ■ - ♦ ♦ — ■ ■■ Weather Wisdom. Some time ago a New Jersey man of science gave the New Yoi k Karmers’ Club the following weather facts and probabilities: 1. When the temperature falls sud denly, their is a storm forming south of you. 2. When the temperature rises sud denly, their is a storm forming north of you. 3. Ttie wind always blows from a region of fair weather towards a region where a storm is forming. 4. Cirrus clouds always move from a region where a storm is In progress towards a region of fair weather. 5. Cumulous clouds always move from a region of fair weather towards a region* where a storm is forming. 6. When cirrus clouds are moving rapidly from the north or northwest, there will be rain in less than twenty- four hours no matter how cold it may be. 7. When cirrus clouds are moving rapidly from the south or southeast, there will be a cold rainstorm on the morrow, if it be summer; aud if it be wluter, there will be a snowstorm. 8. The wind always blows iu a cir cle around a storm, and, when it blows from the porth, the heaviest rain is east of you; if it blows from the east the heaviest rain is south; if It blows from the west, the heaviest rain is north of you.