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'llatlc <Co until 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*.