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TRENTON, GEORGIA.
Cannon on sled runners are employed
by the Russians, __
Italy now has now over ten thousand
miles of solidly built and well equipped
r ailway.
The women of America use four times
as much silk in proportion to population
as the women of Europe.
General llenry R. Jackson has offered
to present the City of Savannah with
the best picture to be bought abroad for
$25,000, and to send thither aa expert
to select it.
The French Government is about to
build a man-of-war of such elastic ma
terial that when pierced by a projectile
the aperture will close up immediately
and the ship cannot sink.
The New York Sun facetiously ob
serves that ‘‘Bismarck is undoubtedly
anxious to preserve the peace of Europe,
particularly that piece of Europe which
is known as Alsace and Lorraine.”
The Detroit Free-Press asserts that
there never was and perhaps never will
be a Panama hat made at Panama. They
are made in a dozen places in South
America and nearly always shipped
through Panama.
A New Jersey Court revoked a legacy
of $30,000 to Henry George, the author
of “Progress and Poverty,” from an ex
centric disciple named Hutchins, whe
wished to give it to aid in advancing the
George theories.
London Nature announces that a new
green bug is causing a steady and in
creasing decline of coffee production in
Ceylon, and that the rivers of the Argen- j
tine Republic have been successfully
itocked with salmon eggs from Den- j
mark.
At grand dinners in I.ondon the guests
have offered them bear’s ham from Rus
sia, sterlets from the Volga, haunch of
reindeer from Lapland and cokis from
Japan. The fashion of game and fruits
from far countries is the result of modern
facilities for transport.
Miss Sarah Burr left about S9O, 000 to
the Mount Sinai Hospital and the
Hebrew Orphan Asylum in New York.
It is unusual for Christians to make be
quests to Jewish institutions, and tht
Jewish Messenger advocates a memorial
to Miss Burr’s memory.
Western manufacturers, according to
the Chicago Sun, propose to ask the Gov
ernment to slackwater 120 miles of the
Allegheny River and then dig out ar.
old canal bed 40 miles to Lake Erie, so
as to save $10,000,000 per year in the
cost of iron making in Western Penn
sylvania.
The Mormon hierarchy is said, by the
New York World to pay Mr. A. Gibson
a salary of SIO,OOO a year to look aftei
the interests of the Utah Zion at Wash
ington. He is a square-shouldered, se
rious-faced gentleman, dignified in man
ner and reticent in speech, and used to
be a newspaper man.
The splendid monument to Maria
Theresa, lately dedicated at Vienna, is
by far the finest and most costly work of
the kind in Europe. The Empress is
represented in a sitting posture, her
right arm extended and her left hand
grasping the sceptre. At the four cor
ners are equestrian figures of her four
great generals—Daun, Laudon, Traun
Khevenhueller, The inscriptions are
t simple—on the front, “Maria Theresa,’
■and on the back, “Erected by Francis
f Joseph I, 1888.”
In a recent address on agricultural
statistics, by Rev. 11. Price Collins, be
fore the Hingham, Mass., Agricultural
and Horticultural Society, he stated that
in 1870 there were 2, (>59,985 farms in
the United States, and in 1880 3,008,907
farms, an increase of a little over fifty
per cent. The States rank, in the esti
mated value of farm products, in the
following order: Illinois, 1203,000,000;
Kew York, $178,000,000; Ohio, $156,-
000,000; lowa, $130,000,000; Pennsyl
vania, $129,000,000; Indiana, $114,000,-
000, and Massachusetts away down to
ward the bottom of the list.
Hundreds of seals are being slaugh
tered off the mouth of the Columbia
river, on the Pacific coast, they extend
ing in great numbers as far south as
Tillamook. The mode of operations is
very simple. From the schooner, which
is the base of operations of each crew,
put off a number of boats, each with
two men, one to row and one to shoot.
The trick is to wound and disabl# the
seal wiihout instantly killing it. A
seal struck iu a vital part doubles up,
dies and sinks. A seal wounded will
stay on the surface till it dies, and a
boat that approaches near enough for an
occupant to get a shot can get to the
seal and haul it aboard before it dies.
If there is any delay, and the seal dies lie
fore it is reached it is lost to its captors
%nd goes to the bottom.
• W. J. Lowns, of Winer parish, La.,
: is a defaulter to quite an amount; but,
strange to say, says the Commercial Ad
vertiser, there is no hard word for him
among the people. For years he has
been Tax Collector, and in each of the
many cases where enforced collection
would work hardship he gave a receipt
in full, and himself became responsible
for the money to the authorities, who
will find it hard to convict a delinquent
whose failings so leaned to virtue’s side.
"" 55 ! ’
Boulanger, the boisterous French
j politician, has sustained a defeat that
! might well serve, says the New York
! Observer , to put a quietus on his aspira
tions. After an exciting speech in the
1 Chamber of Deputies, he read a motion
for a revision of the Constitution and a
dissolution of Parliament. After a series
of short and sharp speeches, the motion
was rejected by 377 nays to 180 yeas.
After the defeat of the motion the
Chamber resolved, by a vote of 335 to
170, that the speech of M. Floquetin re
ply to Boulanger, should be placarded
publicly throughout France.
With becoming pride and patriotism
the Atlanta Constitution boasts that it
has now become almost a matter of ne
cessity for every genuine English states
man to have an American wife. Lord
Randolph Churchill's success is attrib
uted to the popularity and shrewdness
of his American wife, and Mr. Evans,
the liberal member just returned from
Southampton, occupies a similar po
sition. He was compelled to be absent
from England while his campaign was
in progress, and his American wife ap
peared at the meetings in his stead and
carried him through in triumph.
A remarkable condition of things exist
in the once independent republic of
Peru. Since the war with Chili the
country has become bankrupt and its
affairs have practically been placed in
the hands of an English syndicate. She
assigns to this syndicate the right to
work silver, coal, cinnabar, and other
mineral mines, and guano. The syndi
cate is to have free use of existing quays
and railways. It is authorized to con
struct highways in all departments of
Peru; to further commerce in cocoa, cof
fee, wheat, corn, alcohol, bark, wool,
cotton and timber. It is to work all mines,
and has the right to export guano, and
now receives a percentage on all Custom
House dues, discovered or to be discov
ered. It can mortgage all concessions
'up to $20,000,000, and lias the right to
establish a bank at Lima. It may import
free and is absolved from-all takes. In
fact, the country has become an English
possession.
’ The Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle says:
“Mr. Menelas,the well informed Grecian
gentleman who talked to a Chronicle re
porter, said many sensible and assuring
thing about the B'outh. Although him
self a cotton buyer, Mr. Menelas realizes
the value of other crops which our peo
ple could easily raise, and, although a
traveler of the world, he has teen noth
ing more inspiring in his rounds than
the grasses of Moore farm,the corn fields
of Evelyn or the nurseries and orchards
of Fruitlands at Mr. Berckman’s. Few
of our people, for instance, know that
the hay crop of the United States is
worth twice as much as the cotton crop.
Cf the 40,000,000 tons raised in the
United States in 1880 only 14,000 tons
were raised in Georgia, while she should
raise more than enough for home con
sumption and ship to less favorld mar
kets. Mr. Menelas is right. Georgia is
an empire capable of sustaining 12,000,-
000 of people, instead of 1,000,000 as
now. Let us look after the grain and hay
crops and the orchards.”
Many Americans are familiar with the
history of Father Damien, the heroic
young Belgian priest, who in 1878 vol
untarily took tip his abode in the island
of Molokai, whither lepers are taken
from the Hawaiian Islands. He has
since labored to lighten the brief earthly
lot of the wretched outcasts. After thir
teen years of almost miraculous immu
nity Father Damien was seized by the
deadly disease, and now it seems as
though death will soon end his suffer
ings. He continues, however, to minis
ter to the spiritual and temporal wants
of the poor lepers, assisted by Father
Joseph, another devoted priest, who
joined him in 188 G. The following let
ter written from Kalawao, Sandwich
Islands, has just been received in Lon
don by an English friend of the brave
writer: “The disease on me works more
new at the exteriors, and does not give
me so much pain in the limbs. In re
gard to the cure of this, our incurable
disease, I leave that in the hands of
Almighty God, who knows better than I
do what is best for our sanctification
during our short stay in this world. I
feel very happy and well pleased with
my lot. Since the chauge of our Gov.
eminent I have received a great number
of lepers, and probably a great addition
is to follow. I have here under my
special guardianship fifty boys, who oc
cupy pretty well all my spare time. The
brother with me is greatly occupied
dressing sores and other similar occu
pations. Our two churches are pretty
well crowded on Sundays, and every
morning and evening a good number
assist at divine worship. I will have to
bury this afternoon two old lepers in one
grave.”
WEDDED.
Some qutek and bitter words we said,
And then we parted. How the sun
Swam through the sullen mist of gray!
A chill fell on the summer day,
Life's best and happiest hours were done*
Friendship was dead.
How proud we went our separate ways,
And spake no word and male no moan!
She braided up her flowing hair
That I had always called so fair,
Although she s -orned my loving tone,
My word of praise.
An 1I! I matched her scorn with scorn;
I hated her with all iny heart,
Until we chance l to meet one day;
She turned her pretty head away;
I saw two pivtty tear drops start.
Lo! love was born.
Some fond, repenting word I said;
She answered only with a sigh:
But when I took her hand in mine
A radiant glory, half divine,
Floo led the earth and filled the sky
Now we are wed.
A RAINY FOURTH.
*
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
“Our folks hain’t kept boarders
always,” said Mrs. Bartlett, in the meas
ured whine which bad now become her
no:mal accent. ’ye see the Raound
Tower out to sea? Wal, that Tower, and
all the laud raound for eight mile be
longed to the Bartletts when I married
Simon. We was genteel folks in them
days, and now we’re poorer’n Job’s
turkey,and ad through Simon's indorsin’
Squire Tugbee’s paper an’ havin’ to pay
to end o’ money for squire’s folks.”
Mr-. Bartlett had just come in from
gathering strawberries for dessert. Her
gieen gingham sun-bonnet flapped over
her face lUe a flag at half mast, and a
faint smell of the growing sage and cat
nip, through which she had dragged her
skirts,surrounded her like an atmosphere
as she droned on.
But the two young ladies who were
idly swinging in the hammock on the
piazza did not pay much attention to this
resume of the family history of the i’art
lefts. They were tabling between them
selves in a low voice.
“He came this morning,” said Della
Bryce.
“Isn’t it strange that he should have
happened to come here:” observed
Miriam Wayland, smelling at her
bouquet of deep pink roses,
“For the sketching, I suppose,” said :
Della. “I saw a portable easel among
the luggage. And that Mr. Stonebridge
is with him. Do you think Mr. Stone- ■
bridge is handsome, .Miriam?”
“tes, rather. Do you suppose they j
will stay long, Della.”
“They’ll please themselves, I suppose,”
Miss Bryce answered, rather curtly.
Miss Wayland leaned forward until her
cheeks, pinker and more satin-soft than
the roses in her bosom, touched Della’s
crimps of blonde hair.
“Della,” said she, with sparkling eyes
and dimples all a-play.
“Yes, Miriam.”
“Where’s the use in you and me play
ing hide-and-seek with each other in this
sort of way:”
“1 don't understand you, Miriam.”
“Della, you’re a naughty little story
teller. You do understand me. You
know perfectly well--and I know per
fe tly well—that Frank Stonebridge and
Jay Folsom have come here just because
P e are here!”
“Then,” said b'ella, w T ith spirit,
“they’ll have their trouble for their
pains.”
“Della, do you really mean it?”
“Do you really suppose Miriam, that
T am going to marry %. poor young
artist?”
“Is—is it so very dreadful to be poor,
Della?” murmured Miriam, intent on
picking the pinkest and fullest-blossomed
rose of all to pieces.
“Dreadful.” repeated Della. “It’s
worse than being dead and buried out
right.”
“Then, if we don’t really mean to en
courage them,” whispered Miriam, “we
ought to be very, very cold to them,
oughtn’t we?”
That’s precisely what I intend,”*Miss
Bryce answered, picking up the book
which had slipped from the hammock to
the ground, and pretending to be im
mersed in its contents.
And Miriam sighed and went back to
her roses.
Strangely enough—or, at least, it would
be strange, if we did not know, by long
experiences, that the world is full of
just such coiucideuces—Mr. Stonebridge
and his friend Jay Folsom were, just at
that moment, discoursing on a similar
topic, as they climbed up Blaok Rock in
the sunshine, vainly searching for some
particular view which had been en
thusiastically described to them by one
of the “Bartlett boarders.”
“Jolly old place this—eh, Frank?”
said Folsom, letting himself sink on a
shelving ledge of rock. “Hold on! Do
let a fellow breathe! If we don’t manage
to get some capital sea effects here ”
“Drop that, old fellow!” roared Stone
bridge, who had paused a few paces
further down. “Don’t try .bat game on
me! ”
“Eh!” said Folsom.
“Y r ou don’t care a straw for all the
sea-effects between here and Sandy Hook,
severely uttered Sionebridge. “You
came here simply to sun yourself in
Della Bryce’s blue eyes. And 1 came
here simply because I am too supreme an
idiot to accept the hundred-aud-one
snubs that Miss Wayland has seen fit to
inflict upon me. I am like the moth
fluttering around the candle flame. I
can’t be satisfied until I’ve got my wings
hopelessly scorched.
“In the meantime, however,” remarked
Folsom, rather sulkily, “there’s no law
to prevent our doing a little sketching,
is there?”
“Certainly not!”
“Well, then, let’s look around for
bright ideas. There's that quaint old
ruin of a lighthouse, now; what a grand
view there must be from there! 1 should
think it might be reached easily enough
in a row-boat, at high tide. Let’s go out
one of these moonlight nights.”
“Very well, I'm your man,’’responded
Stonebridge, in an absent way, as if he
were thinking of anything in the world
but the subject under discussion
Della and Miriam were prettier than
ever that evening when the boarders
gathered around the tea-table, and
colder.
The former gave poor Jay Folsom the
most frozen of nods as he came toward
her, and began to talk to Captain Gar
rett, who had just moored the steam
yacht White Wings in the adjacent har
bor.
Miriam pretended to be so deeply in
terested in fat little Mr. Me Anight as not
to notice Mr. Stonebridge at all.
The two poor young men had been
hungry enough after their long day’s
tramp, and the fried trout and broded
chicuen on the tea-table had a most ap
petizing odor; but neither of them
cared to eat now.
“The baound Tacwer!” said Mr.
Bartlett, when his young guests made
inquiries about a boat, half an hour or
so later. “Don’t think of no such tiling,
young gentlemen. ’Tain’t nothin’ to
see when ye get there but the old,
cracked walls and arusted-iron stairway;
and it ain’t uoways safe, nyther. Law!
me and A 1 miry we’ve expected to see
that ar’ old ruin topple over into the
water every time the wind (flowed hard
from the east, for a year. They must a
lmilded stou'.e; in them days than they
do now, or it would be a-gone long
ago.”
“But,” said Folsom, tentatively,
“there must be a fine prospect from the
little lantern window.”
“Crickety.” said Mr. Bartlett, sucking
in his lips with a whistle. “Ye can see
all creat on. ”
“\erywell,” said Stonebridge, nod
i ding toward his companion; “that’s ail
we want. We’ll camp there to-night,
i .lay!”
“We will,” Folsom assented.
And in spite of mine host’s assevera
' tions that “it wa’nt safe,” and Mrs. liart
lett’s shrill declaration that “she hadn’t
never heerd o’ no such tiling,” they
rowed out in the last red reflections of
the sunset carrying the national flag at
the bottom of their boat.
“To-morrow is the Fourth of July!”
ssid Folsom, gaily. “We’ll hoist the
grand old flag from the Round
Tower. If you don’t see the bunting
float from there to-morrow morning,
ladies and gentlemen”—to the boarders
who had come down to the beach to see
them off—“yon may know that we have
perished in the deep, deep sea.”
“Good gracious!” cried Miss Daven
nant. hysterically. “Don’t say such
dreadful tilings, Mr. Folsom.”
And the other ladies joined in laugh
ing deprecation.
But neither Miriam nor Della uttered a
word.
“Did you notice that they didn’t
speak?” said Folsom, savagely, afier
they had rowed quite a distance, with
long, eneigetic strokes.
“ > es, I noticed it.”
“They don’t care whether we ever
come back!”
“Not a row of pins!”
And the two lovers looked at each
other in blank despair.
Off in the east cloud-palaccs of violet
mist were building themselves up. with a
darker background of threatening black
ness.
“We shall have a thunder-storm, ” said
Stonebridge. “It will be a new sensa
tion to be in a lighthouse, a mile out to
sea, in a thunder-storm at night, eh.”
Folsom ueither heard nor answered.
He was thinking of Della.
The night of the third of July was in
tensely hot and sultry. No one could
sleep, and at midnight Della Bryce
spoke softly to Miriam, her bed-fellow.
“Mirry, are you asleep?” said she.
“I all night, Della. How
could I, with the distinct thunder roll
ing and muttering, and the air full of
electricity f”
“To-morrow is the Fourth of July,
Miriam— No,” as the old clock on the
solemnly tolled midnight, “to-day is the
Fourth of July. Let’s get up and dress
ourselves, Miriam; we can’t sleep. I
hear the others talking down stairs.”
“Well, suppose we do,” assented
Miriam.
“Do you think there will be much of
a storm, Miriam;” whispered Della, as
the other twisted up her coils of shining
hair.
“I don’t know, dear; I hope not.”
“I wish they hadn’t gone,” cried Della,
flinging herself into Miriam’s arms.
“l ou can’t wish it more than I do,”
sobbed Miriam. “Oh!” as a fearful bolt
of thunder crashed overhead, and a sheet
of blue electric flame suddenly illumined
the room, “if the old light-house should
fall in this wind.”
Tightly clasped in one another’s em
brace, the two girls stole out upon the
wide In the hall below, a
group was congregated under the swing
ing lantern, while the veranda was full
of the sleepless boarders, who had col
lected there, glad to leave their low
ceiled rooms for a breath of fresh air.
“Oh, look! look!” cried young Con
stant Embury, who had ventured further
toward the beach than the rest. “I saw
it in that last lightning glare—the Stars
and Stripes floating over the Round
Tower. They’ve got there all right—
they’ve got there all right! Three cheers
for the Fourth of July—three good
onesl”
And, led by Embury’s prodigibus
lungs, the three cheers rose deafening ly
into the dense blackness of the midnight
air. But the last one was yet in mid
swell, when a livid blaze of light made
every surrounding object as visible as by
daylight, and a crash followed that shook
the old farm house to its very founda
tions.
And wdien the next flash came the
Round Tower was no longer outlined
against the eastern sky.
“It’s gone,” said Bartlett. “I calcu
lated it wouldn’t stand many more
shocks.”
“And the two young artists!” gasped
Mrs. Embury, almost in a scream.
“The Lord have mercy'on their souls!”
solemnly uttered the old farmer.
* * * * * *
“No, no,” cried Della Bryce, des
perately, pushing away the camphor
bottle which Mrs. Bartlett was assidu
ously holding to her nose, “I don’t want
to get well! I won’t get well! If Jay
Folsom is dead, there’s nothing I care to
live for. It's all my fauit! He looked
so wistfully at me when he jumped into
the boat! If I had said a single word, I
know—yes, I am certain —he would not
have gone! Oh, let me die—let me die!”
“Smell the camfire, my dear,” said
motherly Mrs. Bartlett. “There, there,
you’ll be better soon!”
Miriam sat by, sobbing piteously.
“She is right—she is right!” said she.
“It is our fault! Oh, Frank, Frank, if
I could only see you just once more—
just long enough to tell you that I loved
you—that I should never, never know
another happy moment!”
“What?” shouted t. deep voice, above
the beating of the rain on the roof and
the roar of the gradually receding
thunder. “Speak those words again,
Miriam. Let me be quite sure that lam
not dreaming.”
“Keep ba k, Frank!” said Jay Folsom’s
voice. “We have no business here.”
“But I won’t keep back?” asserted
Stonebridge, knocking Mrs. Bartlett’s
camphor-bottle out of her hand, as he
knelt on one knee close to the old
fashioned chintz lounge in the upper
hall where Miriam Wayland lay.
The girl sprang up. pushing the hair
out of her eyes, while Della Bryce uttered
a little shriek.
“Are—are you a ghost out of the
depths of the se3, came back to haunt
me?’’ said she.
“I'm my own solid, individual self, ”
pretested Folsom. “My darling! my
precious Della! my true-hearted gill!
It’s worth being drowned half a dozen
times over, to feel what I am feeiing
now 7 . But we haven’t been drowned —
have we, Frank?”
“Not in the least,” said Stonebridge,
who had by this time got close to
Miriam, and secured one of her little,
cold, fluttering hands in his own, in
the most confidential manner in the
world. “You see, dearest, this is how
it was: We got there ust at dark, and
discovered, to our dismay, that old
Bartlett had forgotten to give us the
key, and the ancient chestnut door re
sisted all our efforts to burst it open.
The windows were like si ts; and so,
afier wandering around the bleak 'edge,
we planted the Fourth of July flag in a
rift in the rocks, and rowed hack,
coming quietly in ty the rear door; and
just as we had fallen asleep the tempest
aroused us ”
“Just in time,” said Folsom, exult
antly, “to come out on the landing and
hear what you two girls said.”
“But we didn’t know ” began
Miriam.
“But you do now,” interrupted
Frank.
“And so do we!” joyfully added
Folsom.
All that Fourth of July it rained—un
interruptedly, persistently.
But to this quartette of happy young
people it was the brightest National
Anniversary that ever dawned.
It is strange what little difference
weather makes, when there is sunshine in
the heart.
WISE WORDS.
Without adversity grace withers.
Light cares speak, great ones are
dumb.
Thanksgiving is good, thanks living
is better.
Silence your opponent with reason,
not with noise.
The saddest thing under the sky is a
soul incapable of sadness.
The very first step toward action is
the death warrant of doubt.
The chief source of self happiness is
the act of making others happy.
Conscience is at most times a very
faithful and prudent admonitor.
Affect not little shifts or subterfuges
to avoid the force of an argument.
Act well at the moment, and you have
performed a good action to all eternity.
A lie has no legs and can’t stand; but
it has strong wings and can fly far and
wide.
The happiness or unhappiness of old
age is often nothing but the extract of a
past life.
The desire of more and more rises by a
natural gradation to most, and after
that to all.
The injury to prodigaltv leads to this,
that he who will not economize will have
to agonize.
It ill corresponds with a profession of
friendship to refuse assistance to a friend
in the time of need.
Culture is not knowledge. A man
may possess carpenter’s tools, and not be
able to build a house.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we
journey towards it, casts the shadows of
our huiden behind us.
What a Ship is Made Of.
“Ship ahoy there, Cap,” said a New
York Mail and Express reporter to a
well known ship-carpenter the other
day. “Do you mind telling the names
of all the different kinds of wood used
in the construction of that ship?” point
ing to a brand-new brig just turned out
of a New England shipyard.
“Not at all. Let us begin at the hull;
the keel is made out of white oak, al
though rock maple, yellow birch and
Southern black gum are sometimes used;
the keelsons are of yellow' pine, some
times of hard wood; the ribs of the
frame are oak,chestnut, or hackmatack;
the stern and stern post always of white
oak; the apron (inside the stern), live
oak; the planking (exterior of the
frame), white oak, or yellow pine j
times; the ceiling (the interior of the
frame), yellow pine; the trimmings and
knees, hackmatack and white or red
oak, formerly live oak, the deck frame
yellow pine; upper deck, white pine;
lower deck, yellow pine; rails ijnd all
finishing timber, white oak; tree-nails,
with which timbers are dowellcd to
gether, yellow locust, invariably; house
or cabin, w 7 hite pine, whitew'ood or fancy
hard woods—the interiors are generally
finished to order and may vary—tho
deck, bowsprit and masts are always
made out of w’hite Norway pine; spars
are always of spruce; steering apparatus
-—wheel—various hardwoods, rudder of
oak; rigging parts in wood—tackle
blocks, white ash or gum; mast hoops,
oak; dead eyes, etc., lignumvite; belay
ing pins, oak or hickory, and the fids al
ways of hickory.”
The Greatest Fortress.
The greatest fortress from a strategi
cal point of view is the famous strong
hold of Gibraltar. It occupies a rocky
peninsula jutting out into the sea, about
three miles long and three-quarters of a
mile wide. One central rock rises to a
height of 148,7 feet above the sea level.
Its northern face is almost perpendicular,
while its east side is full of tremendous
precipices. On the south it terminates
in what is called Europa Point. Thfi
west side is less steep than the east, and
between its base and the sea is the nar
row, almost level, span on which th{
town of Gibraltar is built. The fortress
is considered impregnable to military as
sault. The regular garrison in time oi
peace numbers about 7000,
WHEN THE BABY CAME.
Always in the house there was trouble and
confusion,
Little sparks of feeiing flashing into flame,
Signs of irritation,
So sure to make occasion
For strife anil tribulation—till the baby
came.
All the evil sounds, full of cruel hate and
rancor.
All the angry tumult—nobody to blame!
All were hushed so sweetly,*
Disappearing fleetly,
Or quite completely—when the baby came.
Faces that had worn a gloomy veil of sadness.
Hearts intent on seeking for foituna or for
fame,
Once again were lightened.
Once again were brightened.
And their rapture heightened—when the
baby came.
All affection’s windows opened to receive it,
Pure and fresh from heaven and give it
earthly name.
Clasping and caressing
In arms of love, confessing
That life had missed a blessing—till the baby
came.
Homes that were in shadow felt the gentle
sunshine,
Smiling, as if anxious their secret to pro
claim ;
Grateful songs vyere swelling.
Of mirth and gladness telling,
And love ruled all the dw'elling—when the
baby came.
Hearts that had been sundered by a tide of
passion,
Were again united in purpose and in aim;
In the haunt secluded,
Peace divinely brooded.
Where discord had intruded —till the baby
came.
Little cloud dispeller; little comfort bringer!
Baby girl or baby boj 7 —welcome all the
same!
Even o’er the embers,
Of bleak and cold Decembers,
Some fond heart remembers —when tha
baby came.
— Farmer's Voice.
HUMOR OF THE BAY.
Not a bad riot—A patriot.
Minister of the interior—Victuals.
One for ascent —A penny balloon.
Always carries off the palm —The hand.
Economy is the lather of a fat bank
account.
The man most looked up to—The one
in the moon.
An unatural curiosity—The calf of a
cow-catcher.
As soon as a man commences growing
bald he stops growing hair.
The dishonest butcher is always willing
to meat his customers half-weigh.
“Money is nothing to me,” said the
tattered tramp as he turned his pockets
inside out.
It is curious how sweet a honey bee is
at one end and how bitter he is at the
other. — Life.
The wife who carries on her husband’s
pawnshop after his decease is truly a
“loan widder.”
An African tribe is governed by a ruler
who has no tongue. He is not only the
King, but the King dumb.
Improbable stories in newspapers
ought to be placed under the head of
marine intelligence.— Siftings.
To keep a woman out of sulks the
easiest way is to keep her in silks. Only
a slight difference between U and I.
Jack Goodfellow’s Small Brother—•
“Jack, is there any past tense of due?”
Jack (gloomily)—“Yes, dun.”— Harvard
Lampoon.
When a young man detects the first
evidence of hair oa his upper lip he feels
elevated, when in reality it is a sort of
coming down.
Very few people of the present day
ever saw or can tell what a petard is; but
a politician knows it is something a man
can hoist himself with or by.— Picayune.
I met her in the giddy whirl.
She struck me as a pretty girl;
And now I’ve made her mine for life,
She strikes me as an angry wife.
Bos on Courier.
First Domestic—“ Wat’s all that row
up-stairs?” Second Domestic—“Oh,
that’s nothing; just the master scolding
the missus about my cooking. Omaha
World.
It is satisfactory to learn that Henry
M. Stanley is alive and well somewhere
in Africa, although his postal facilities
are somewhat obstructed.— Providence
Journal.
The girls are all a fleeting show,
Forman’s illusion given;
Their smiles of joy, their tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow.
There is not one true in seven.
— Mercury .^s
When a young man sits in the parlot
talking nonsense to his sweetheart—
that’s capital. But when he has to stay
in of evenings after they’re married
that’s labor.
A leading man among the Chinese iij
New York, now defunct, used to say
that he could tell all his countrymen here
by their pig-tails. He can’t now—dead
men tell no tails.— Siftings.
You say you wonder why
A clever man like I
Am unlucky.
I tried to run a —well
A temperance hotel
In Kentucky.
—Mocking Bird.
A man “stops” at a hotel when he
lodges for one night: he “stays” when
he is well fixed; he “puts up” w'hen he
is given a sky parlor; he is a “guest of
the landlord” when he does not pay.—
Picayune.
Enraged Husband—“ Maria, I can en
dure this existence no longer. lam
going to blow my brains out.” Wife
(calmly) “Don’t attempt it, John.
You have never had any success
in firing at small targets.”— Chicago
Tribune.
She walked into the dry goods store
With stately step and proud;
She turn’d the frills and Jaces o’er
And pushed aside the crowd:
She asked to see some rich brocade,
Mohairs and grenadines;
She looked at silk of every shade.
And then at velveteens.
She sampled jackets blue and red—
She tried on nine or ten,
And then shetoss’d her head, and said
She “gueSs’d she'd call again.”
—Sifting*.