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Fitzgerald Leader. FITZGERALD, GEORGIA. — PUBLISHED BT— b:nai»i» so tv. The governing body of New Y'ork city is authorized to expend a million dollars every year in establishing small parks in the crowded districts. A railroad superintendent in Penn¬ sylvania has issued an order prohibit¬ ing the throwing of rice on railway premises. His act is regarded as a coveit attack on matrimony. A writer in an English paper sug¬ gests, as an explanation of the pres¬ ent commercial depression of contem¬ porary native art, that cheap black anil white reproductions cause the public to acquire a disgust of the originals. It is gratifying to the American Cultivator to note a decided increase in the popularity of wooden sailing vessels in our ocean traffic for bulky cargoes which suffer no deterioration from slow passages. Such vessels can be employed in that traffic with safety and economy. We have forests of oak and maple,locust and tamarack, hard pine and cypress for ship build¬ ing purposes. In n recent address on athletics be- fore the students of Harvard, Presi¬ dent Elliott said his preference was for sports that required no remarkable muscular power or weight, and that it was his belief that competitions re¬ quiring them would ultimately be suc¬ ceeded by recreations in which agility and alertness of mind and body are essential. President Elliott paid his respects to cycling as an almost ideal form of recreation. Dewey County, South Dakota, which is larger than the state of Delaware,is offiieally declared to have no inhabi¬ tants, and no votes were cast in it at the last election. In Delano County, which is as large as Long Island, five votes were cast last November. Scobey County has twelve voters. Twelve votes "were cast in Platt County, six for McKinley and six for. The Bryan largest county in the state is Butte County, with an area of 2335 miles, and the smallest is Todd County, with an area of> forty-five Square miles. Louisville’ is the biggest tobacco market in the world with seventeen vast warehouses that will hold at one time 40,000 hogsheads of tobacco of 2000 pounds each. She is the great¬ est whisky market in the Union. She is the largest market of cement in the United States. She is the foremost vinegar market in America. She has the biggest plow factory and vehicle factory in the Union. And she is the nearest to the centre of population in the United States, and almost a fourth of the population of the whole Re¬ public is in a radius of 300 miles of Louisville. The rejoicings over Professor Koch’s alleged discovery of a remedy and antitoxin for the rinderpest have turned out to be premature, His invention is now proved to be of no practical use whatsoever, and so disheartened are the British authorities in South Africa over the dismal failure of every effort to arrest the progress of the plague, that they have now abandoned all fur¬ ther precautions against its spread as being of no avail. North of Cape Colony not even one per cent, of the cattle have survived, and is pretty cer¬ tain that the Cape Colony, so rich in farming industry, will be subjected to similar devastation. The birth of a second daughter to the Czar of Russia suggests the possi¬ bility of a female successor to the pres¬ ent ruler, and calls attention to a state of affairs that is enough to make old John Knox—if he is still cognizant of affairs on this mundane sphere—turn in his grave. He, it may be remem¬ bered, complained bitterly in his day about what he was pleased to term “this monstrous regiment (meaning govern¬ ment) of women,” in allusion to the fact that Elizabeth and Mary were reigning in England and Scotlaud,anil Catherine de Medici was all powerful in France—in direct contravention, in the opinion of the great Presbyterian, of the divine ordinations. But what was that, asks the New Y’ork Tribune, compared with the present situation, when a woman is about to celebrate the completion of a sixty years’ reign over the greatest empire in the world, when another is Regent of Holland, during the minority of a female sovereign, and a third holds the reins of government in Spain, while a little girl,the Grand- Duchess Elizabeth, is talked of as the possible heir to the throne of Austria, and the baby Grand-Duchess Olga of Russia may possibly live to be Em» press of that country ? THE GREEN LANES OF THE PAST. I earo not to Razo at the years comlnR on, Thick-mantled in mist and with doubts overcast, But would rather stray back to the days that are Rone, tho AlonR the Rreen lanes of past— Across the cool meadows of memory, where The birds ever sinR, and tho wild waters fall. children And the laughter of *is borne on the air. And love sbinoth over It all. The painter may picture the future In dyes That rival the rose and tho rainbow, and still It may leave him at last but a guerdon of sighs, failed to fulfill; And a hope that it The poet may sing of the splendors su¬ preme, ages', far-coming Of the opulent and vast— I question him not, yet I ask but to dream On the old quiet hills of the past. The past is my own—there is nothing un¬ certain In all its wide range, and my title is clear— While the future, at best, is a face on the That curtain, fades as my feet draweth near; Then give me the blossoms, the birds and the bowers, And every loved scene where my soul Like ciingeth fast, an evergreen Ivy that mantles the towers And feeds on the dews of the past. —James NewtonMatthews, In Ladies’Home Journal. 0303003300300300000001 NORA’S BLONDER. _ © BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES. 00300000000000000000000000 F Miss Matty Rice m had yawned once since breakfast she had yawned a score of times; and even pretty Eveleen was growing drowsy T-- BJ over her embroid- ~ ~n. 8 Jj yl try For by it the window. hope- was a a ruj JJfiffll 0; lessly rainy day in H mid-October, with fc f ,TW 'n'v AiJ ®ky veiled in dark gray mist, the tinted leaves float¬ ing down into matted layers of dim color around the columns of the piazza, and the tall dahlias nearly prostrated by the steady downpour. No walks, no gathering of ferns, mosses, berries, in the still, delicious woods; no dreamy rambles to the mountain tops —and, worst and saddest of all, noth¬ ing to read. “And I won’t be deluded into work¬ ing worsteds,” said Matty, “nor yet into crewels and Kensington stitch. Eveleen, what is that delightful book that papa was reading aloud out of last night?” “Do you mean the ‘Recreations of a Country Parson’?” said Eveleen, com¬ paring two shades of rose-colored wool. “If that’s the name of it—yes.” “He took it to the city with him,” said Eveleen. “I saw it sticking out of his coat pocket when he was run¬ ning lor the train.” “How provoking!” sighed Matty, clasping her dimpled hands above her head; “when it’s the book of all books that I should like to read on a day like this.” ‘ ‘Mr. Winton has a copy of it,” said Eveleen, threading a worsted-needle with the darkest shade of “But what goodwill that do me?” said Matty, disconsolately. “Borrow it,” suggested Eveleen. Everybody borrows everything in a place like this; anil I’m sure Mr. Win- ton would be glad to oblige you.” “But how?” urged Matty. “The hotel is at least half a mile away.” “Send Nora.” “Nora, indeed! I don’t suppose Nora ever did an errand in her life,” said Matty. “Then it’s high time she began,” laughingly suggested Eveleen. “Write a note!” “I’d rather send a verbal message, ” said Matty; “and I wouldu’t send at all if I wasn’t dying to read the end of that essay that papa began last night. ” Nora, deep in the energetic occupa¬ tion of blacking the kitchen stove, was summoned upstairs. “Nora,” said Matty, impressively, “I want you to go to the hotel. You know where the hotel is?” “Sure an’I do, miss,” said Nora, with wide-open mouth, and eyes of in¬ tense attention. “And ask for Mr. Winton, and tell him that Miss Matty Bice sends her compliments, and would like to borrow the ‘Recreations of a Country Par¬ son. ■> >> “Yis’m,” said Nora. “You’re sure you understand?” “Yis’m, an’ why wouldn’t I?” promptly retorted Nora, rather nettled by this implied aspersion on her pow¬ ers of comprehension. “And come back as quick as you can.” “Sure an’ it’s me that will,” said Nora. And presently the two sisters caught a glimpse of her beneath the folds of a rusty water-proof cloak, with a mam¬ moth umbrella held over her head, disappearing behind the huge leaves of the rhododendron hedge. “I hope she won’t be long,” said Matty. she?” said “Why should serene Eveleen. And she went on composedly with the pomegranate blossom that she was embroidering, while Matty sat down to the piano, and tried to pick out the notes of some dreamy refrain, which had haunted her ever since she heard it at the opera last winter, with Patti smiling on the stage, and the full or¬ chestra thundering out its strains. And Nora, plunging down the ravine, like anything but a wood-nymph, plashed her way to the hotel, going a quarter of a mile out of her road on account of a spotted snake, with and stop¬ ping for a good chat a fellow - Hibernian who was on his way to the postoffice. "There,” said Nora, as she turned away from Teddy O’Hara, “an’ sure I’ve forgotten the name as clane as if I niver hail heard it.” “Whosename -wasit,nlnnna?”consol¬ ingly demanded Colonel Ross’s coach¬ man, whose soft nothings had put the message completely out of Nora’shead. “There was somethin’ in it about the ‘Rectory of a Country Parson,’” said Nora, twisting herself into the letter H, with the violent attempt at recol¬ lection to which she forced herself. “There ain’t no rectory hereabouts,” said Teddy. “Sure it ain’t built yet! But the parson he’s up on the hotel steps, I seen him there as I came beyant. A tall young gentleman, with a high vest—for all the wurreld like Father Rockwell—an’ spectacles as "gintale as ye plaze. Is it a message you’ve got for him, Nora, inavour- neen?” “I’m to borrow him!” said Nora, fixing her dull, glassy glare on Teduy O’Hara’s astonished face. “To—borrow liim?”repeated Teddy “Yis, sure!” Nora answered, dog¬ gedly. Teddy uttered a whistle. “It’s the quarest loan as - iver I heard of,” said he. “An’ if it’s a fair question, who is it wants him?” “Miss Matty Rice’s compliments,” repeated Nora, with parrot-like promptitude, “and she wants to bor¬ row the parson.” Teddy exploded into a laugh. “Sure, an’ if it was leap year,” said he, “I should think it meant some¬ thing. I niver heard such a message in all me born days before. But I must make haste, or the mail will be off.” Away trudged Tecldy, while Nora kept on to the hotel, all unconscious of the curious transformation that had befallen her luckless message. “Is the parson here?” demanded she, shaking her umbrella, and stamp¬ ing the mud off her feet on the steps of the mountain hotel, which was still well-filled with guests who had lingered to see the splendors of the October frosts among the woods. The hotel clerk, who had just come out to glance at the barometer, stared at her; the young ladies on the wide veranda giggled; the stout old gentle¬ men, who were walking up and down the boards to gain their daily two miles of exercise, stopped short; and a spectacled, grave-looking young man, who was talking with a lady just beyond, glanced around, as if he fancied that he were personally inter¬ ested. “Do you want the—clergyman?” said the hotel clerk, doubtful, yet polite. “Is it a stone-mason or a chimney- swape I’d be manin’, d’ye think?” re¬ torted Nora, beginning to imagine that she was being made game of. “I am the clergyman,” said the spectacled gentleman, stepping cour¬ teously forward at this juncture. “Is there anything I can do for you?” “Miss Mattie Rice’s compliments,” said Nora, without in the least abat¬ ing the shrilliness of her voice, “an’ she wants to borrow you. ” “I beg ,? your pardon,” said Mr. Fontaine, but—-I’m not quite sure that I understand you, my good woman. ” “I’m speakin’the English language, sure,’ said Nora, somewhat affronted. “She wants to borrow you.” “Bjit what for?” said he, ignoring the titters of the group which was now fast gathering on the veranda. “To amuse herself will this rainy day,” said Nora. “You’re to come back wid me, p’lase. I was to bring you. Miss Matty Rice’s compliments, and--” “Really,” said Mr. Fontaine, “this is very strange.” “The Rices live in the little Swiss cottage by the Haldino Falls,” sug¬ gested the hotel clerk. “Gentleman goes up and down to the city every day. Keeps a little pony carriage, with---” “You’re to come back wid me, please,” interrupted Nora. “ ‘The Rectory,’ or ‘the County Parson.’ Miss Matty Rice’s compliments, and Mr. Fontaine, hurriedly surveying the sttuation in his mind’s eye, decid¬ ed that it was better to obey this strange behest. And putting .on his water-proof wrap, and arming himself with a light silk umbrella, he accompanied Nora McShane, to the great buzzing and whispering of the group on the ver¬ anda. Miss Bice was listlessly watching Eveleen’s embroidery, as the door bounced open and Nora rushed in, ex¬ claiming: “Here lie is! I’ve brought him!” “Brought whom?” said Matty, in surprise. “Tho country parson,” said Nora. “There wasn’t no rectory. I inquired for it, but it wasn’t built.” “What on earth is the girl talking about?” said Matty, in amazement. And then Mr. Fontaine walked in, holding his hat in his hand. “I am the clergyman,” said he. "Can I be of any use?” Matty colored a deep cherrv-pink. “Oh, dear, I am so sorry!” she fal¬ tered; “but there is some dreadful mistake here. I sent Nora to the hotel to borrow a book, and she has brought me back—a man!” “A book?” said Mr. Fontaine. “Yes,” said Matty, trying harder and harder to keep back her laughter as the comic side of the circumstance forced itself upon her. “ ‘The Recre¬ ations of a Country Parson.’ Mr. Paul Winton has it.” Mr. Fontaine began to laugh. So did Matty and Eveleen; and in five minutes they were the best friends in the world. Mr. Fontaine stayed to lunch, and they never knew how that long, rainy morning whiled itself away, until at last the blue rifts of sky spread banners above the pine trees on old Sky-Top, and every shining drop was transformed into a tiny rain¬ bow. Mr. Fontaine came often after that. So did Mr. Paul Winton, the owner of the genuine “Country Parson.” And when the family dosed their cottage, and returned to the city, the two young men discovered that the journey to Philadelphia was not such a very long one. And there is every prob¬ ability that the lacking rectory will be built in the spring, and that the conn- try parson will bring a pretty young wife there; at least so says popular gossip. TVftt+f «<T)nnv ofivn "NTnvo t” V«» ..*»*** j V a-ium | wvwp , v».v. u. Rice, “it was 1 her doing. And she shall have a home with me always.” “But blunders don’t always term- innte so successfully,” Eveleeu gravely remarks. Matty shakes her head. She will not concede this to be a blunder at all. Only—a coincidence.—Saturday Night, Living on a Dollar a Week. Four of the students of the local Young Men’s Christian Association training school are experimenting in cheap methods of cooking, says the Republican, of Springfield, Mass. About two months ago Dr. McCurdy, in one of his talks to the physiology class, spoke of the work done by Ed- ward Atkinson in experimenting with different kinds of food in order to find out which is the cheapest and at the same time the most nourishing. One of the class became interested and read extensively on the subject, Not being satisfied with what others said he bought an Aladdin oven and with three other fellows begin to experi¬ ment on himself. The Aladdin oven is an invention of Edward Atkinson, the well-known economist, whose idea was to cover an oven with asbestos in order to keep in the heat and in this way to save fuel, space and fame. With his oven the our young men began the experiment which they now de- clare to be the “greatest thing out,” They put whatever they want for breakfast into the oven the night be¬ fore, regulate the heat according to directions, and when they get up in the morning breakfast is ready. After breakfast the dinner is put into the oven, while the same is done after dinner for the supper. This long and slow method of cooking renders the cheaper cuts of meat tender and palatable, so that although they have lived well and have eaten even more than usual their expenses have only been $1 each a week, which not only includes the food, but the fuel and the hire for the oven. One of the mem¬ bers of the faculty and his wife were entertained a few days ago with fine success. The guests politely pro¬ nounced the dinner to be the best cooked one they had ever eaten. Weight of the Earth. The weight of the earth has been fixed by the calculations of astrono¬ over as 6,069,000,000,000,000,000,000, or six thousand and sixty-nine trillion tons. Our planet weights as much as seventy- eight moons. If the kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland be considered to extend downward to the centre of the earth—3963 miles—its weight would be 3,733,000,000,000,000,000 tons. The earth weights 1625 tinths as much as the Enited Kingdom. Further, its weight is fifty-two and a half times as much as Europe, eleven and a half times as much as Asia, seventeen and a half times as much as Africa, and thirteen and a third times as much as the Americas. J. Holt Schooling, en¬ deavoring to make these figures clearer, imagines the Coliseum at Borne, peopled with ghosts of 87,000 persons, who have been counting since A. D. 79, at the rate of 100 tons per minute. They would not have made a perceptible impression on the total. If the in¬ habitants of a hundred million stars, each with a population of one thousand five hundred millions, were to begin to count, they would finish the task in seven hours. A Great Catalogue. It is said the great catalogue of books which the British Musium has in process of compilation will be com¬ pleted within a year or two. This work will contain a list of nearly all the books'that have ever been pub¬ lished. One hundred anil ten years ago the museum completed its first catalogue. It consisted of two volumes folio in manuscript. In 1819 this cat¬ alogue had grown to eight volumes. A new edition was commenced in the thirties. Only the first letter was printed. The rest were written. It was completed in 1851 and consisted of 150 folio volumes. In 1875 the list had grown to 2000 and five years later to 3000 volumes. The new edi¬ tion commenced in 1881 will be printed and is to consist of 600 volumes, con¬ taining a list of 3,000,000 titles. A Curious Invention. The Government of the United States has an interesting machine used for counting and tying postal cards in¬ to small bundles. There arc two of the automata, capable of counting 500- 000 cards iii ten hours and wrapping and tying the same in packages of twenty-five each. In this operation the paper is pulled off the drum of two long “fingers” which come from below and another finger dips in a vap of mucilage and applies itself to the wrapping paper in exactly the right place. Other parts of the machine twine the paper around the pack of cards and then a “thumb” presses the spot where the mucilage is and the package is then thrown upon the carry- belt ready for delivery. The Shah of Persia. The Shah is brusque of speech. He is also a magnificent shot, and can hit a copper coin tossed in the air. Ho goes off on rough hunting trips and bags big game. He is the beet gun shot in Persia. He is neither a iool nor an imbecile, and is a man of swift action. ^ ns E «ssfaM' i "* *i , » « H 5 ? m ft. ■Ml m \ m l .til,_A "►'I Egg IIills on nn Acre. As there are 4860 hills on an aore when crops x are planted x three feet apart x each way, it is easy to see that the maximum crops of corn or potatoes are very much nbove the average. One bushel of potatoes to thirty hills would give 167 bushels per acre. One bushel of corn to 481 hills would give 101 4-5 bushels of corn. It should seem as if these yields might be attained by any but they are nob.—Boston Cul¬ tivator. Shading and Fastening a Coop. The device shown in the accompany¬ ing illustration can be applied to al¬ most any form of chicken coop, whether already , , built , ... or , , be constructed. , , , A nttl ; row b ° ard llftlled on eud P 1 ! 0 ' > ects ’ fls sbown 111 the sketcb ’ In tlle i» Y 4 v. CHICKEN COOP ATTACHMENT. projection, two three-fourths-inch holes are bored, and a pin fitted to en¬ ter them. The board front is then hin d at t £ where it can ^ faste ned as an aw ing for prot ection against the gun and showerSf and fastened down at night to preTent the entrance of animals.—American Agriculturist. The Bean XVee»il. There is no way to prevent the bean weevil from, depositing its eggs in the young green beans. What can be done to lessen the evil is to destroy the lar¬ vae in the beans after harvesting, says Vick’s Magazine, and thus prevent any great increase of the insects. Those making a business of raising beans are careful to destroy the larvae or grubs, and this is done by placing the beans in tight casks or compartments and there evaporating, or volatilizing, car¬ bon bisulphide; another method is to subject the beans for an hour to a tem¬ perature of 145 degrees—this can be done without injuring the vitality of the seeds. Geese on tile Farm. Geese in the market will sell for from fifty to sixty cents, but the kind of geese sold are really worth no more. There has been but little of geese on farms, and it is seldom that they exceed eight or ten pounds in weight. The Toulouse and Emb- den geese are fully twice as large as the common geese (one being once ex¬ hibited weighing fifty-two pounds alive), and a pair would flock lay the foun¬ dation of a paying in a few years. The fat goose is a luxury enjoyed only by those who know something of them, and it brings a good price. Turkeys sell higher, but the profits are no larger than from geese. There is a great loss of young turkeys each year, while geese seem to thrive on a grass plot or a pond that cannot be used for any other purpose. As geese will breed until over twenty years old, a flock of the large varieties once ob¬ tained will return an income every year, which would be satisfactory com¬ pared with the capital invested—The Silver Knight. Good Water. The idea that a flock of sheep will get along almost any way, so far as water enters into the consideration, has cost breeders more money than many of them are aware of. That numbers have passed through the en¬ tire summer without water is true, and that those accustomed to daily access to water can be deprived of it for sev¬ eral days without apparent serious in¬ convenience is a fact that may have been demonstrated; but aside from these facts every man of experience knows tliat sheep not only relish water, but that a full and regular sup¬ ply is necessary to their . comfort and thrift, from which alone is to be ex¬ pected the maximum profit. The best source is a good running stream. The less this is affected by drouths and freshets the better. A stream is bet¬ ter than wells, from the fact that it is always accessible, of better tempera¬ ture in hot weather, and seems in every respect more inviting. With this is associated the added care and labor to keep within ready reach of the flock a constant and liberal supply of water. The troughs about it should be kept full, so as to avoid the extreme variation ip the temperature of the water where the pumping is done only at such times as the animals are al¬ lowed access to it. Wind pumps, with trough so arranged that the surplus water is returned to the well, seem about to reach the limit of conveni¬ ence and desirability in this direction. Ponds, both natural and artificial, though loss desirable than the above- mentioned sources, are a frequent de¬ pendence. Though a great conveni¬ ence, and furnishing water in many instances better than none, these should be the last resort of the flock master, aa the stagnant water, under the heated temperature of the summer solstice, becomes not only unfit to drink, but at the same time a breeding place for myriads of animalcules, causing or aggravating disorders and diseases when taken into the stomach of animals.—Wool Growers’ Quarterly. The Horse’s Feet. From the birth to the death of the horse, says a fellow of the Royal Col¬ lege of Veterinary Surgeons, the hoof requires attention, if it is to he kept in a healthy condition. It is before tha hoof is shod that the feet are generally neglected, and the animals suffer ac¬ cordingly, because they are young and immature, and the bones and other tissues are soft and could be easily dis¬ torted to suit the conditions under which they are kept. The feet of foals and growing horses should therefore have attention given to them, since neglect at that period often sows the seed of continuous trouble. The hoofs should be kept clean by being “picked out” as often as possible, to prevent any dirt or hard substance being buried in the fissures of the feet. They should be examined from time to time (say every six or eight weeks), to detect any defects of shape that might be taking place. If the feet are not growing level and symmetrical, they should be ren¬ dered so by rasping away the horn which is not naturally worn down. If that is neglected, t-lie animal will soon have the fetlock joint bending over towards the outside. On no pre¬ tence whatever should the front of the walls be interfered with, for the glazed coating of its surface protects the horn beneath; it should therefore be left untouched. It would be as well to disabuse people’s minds of a very popular fallacy, viz., that wet soft ground; and even manured yards, are the best places to keep your horses—and some would even have the frogs and soles pared thin to al¬ low the moisture to penetrate more easily. No greater mistake is made than that, for the preservation of the hoof depends to a great extent, on the soil the animal was reared on. The best-footed horses are brecl on dry soils, and that is undoubtedly the kind of ground best adapted to the healthy growth of horn. Young horses require plenty of exercise, and unless they are allowed it, the growth of the horn, etc., is sure to be defec¬ tive. Then the question arises. When ought a horse to be shod? The an¬ swer is, when the work required of the animal wears the horn away faster than it is formed or grown, or in other words, so long as the horn of the foot can stand the wear required, it will not need protecting, (shoeing). More¬ over if the horses are not shod so early, they will not be worked so hard, and fewer would be ruined in their youth, as is often the case at the pres¬ ent time. A Watering Pail or Sprayer. Where one .has a tub or barrel of water or liquid dressing at hand to put upon the rows of growing crops the most expeditious method of applica¬ tion is with an old tin pail having its bottom perforated. One can thus dip up a pailful anil walk quickly or j I -y-, NOVEL SPISAYEK. slowly, as needed, along the rows, let¬ ting gravity do the most of the work of watering. Such a plan, however, frequently results in wetting the clothes or feet. Where much of such watering or spraying is to be done, have a pail made with one side extended down¬ ward as shown, to protect the carrier. Hanging from the side of the pail a curved piece of tin or sheetiron will answer the same purpose.—New York Tribune. Electricity For Plant Life. Agricultural experts at the Massa¬ chusetts Agricultural College, Amhur.st, Mass., who have been carrying on sys¬ tematic experiments with the applica¬ tion of electricity to plant growth, re¬ cently announced that they had proved that plant life is appreciably affected by electric currents. The tests have been made on series of seeds sown on damp filter paper, excluded from the light, one series being so placed as to encounter a brief and mild electric current once an hour, the other not to have that aid. The electrified seeds germinated rapidly. Nearly all tho agricultural colleges are now taking up the experiments. It was only a few weeks ago that news was received of favorable results in this direction by European scientists. About English Prisons. Absolute uniformity touching diet, discipline and clothes prevails in Eng¬ lish prisons. In the last twenty years the British have out down the number of these restraining institutions from 113 to fifty-eight. This does not nec¬ essarily denote, however, a higher tone of morality.