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TRENTON, GEORGIA.
Chicago is the fifth Scandinavian city
in the world, and Minneapolis the
sixth.
The total vote of these United States
at the Presidential election of 18-1! was
10,051,854. This year it should reach
close to 12,00(1,000.
Belva Lockwood, the Presidential
candidate of the Equal Rights party, is
going to stump the States, and will
charge an admission fee to her meet
ings.
In Brazil some of the Senators hold
their term for life. One of them lias
not shown himself in the Senate for
forty years, and there is now due him a
back salary of $900,000.
A splendid mine of molybdenum, a
metal more previous than silver, has
been found in the Cascade Mountains,
near Tacoma, Washington Territory. It
is worth $50,000 per ton.
Twenty-six members of the United
Presbyterian Church at Bellevue, Pa.,
who favor the use of unfermented wine
in the sacrament, have withdrawn and
organized a church of their own.
The body of a Parisian dude was
feund in the River Seine a few days
ago. The young fellow was dres-ed in
the latest fashion, and round his heart
he had tattooed lliese words: ‘‘Tout
pour Janne Granler" —All for Jeanne
Granier.
A telephone has been fitted up between
the Hospice on the Great St. Bernard
of the Swiss Alps and the valley below,
and the monks are now informed when
travelers start to ascend the pass. If
they do not appear within a proper time
servants are sent to meet them.
Statistics show that about 000,000
are invested in the hotel business in New
York State; that the hotels employ over
seventy-five thousand persons, and that
they entertain eighty-seven thousand
guests daily, at an average expense of
SIOO,OOO a day for supplies alone.
“There are,” says the New York Tri-
Ininc, “about twice as many women as
men in Yucatan, notwithstanding which
fact the whole social system of the coun
try seeni3 to bs constructed for the espe
cial benefit of the masculine third of tlm
community. N. B.— The men made it.”
It is unquestionable that the straw or
felt hats worn by American men during
the summer is an insufficient protection
against extreme heat. Sunstroke is al
most unknown among the natives of
Eastern countries. The coiled turban
upon the head aud the general use of
umbrellas are protection which people
who live in American cities do not
realize.
For quickness in raising money for
business enterprises Hutchinson, Kan.,
seems to outrank some of the large
cities. They called a meeting out there
for such a purpose, and, after the hall
was filled, locked the door. A local
paiter tells that work then began, and in
just one hour and fifteen minutes the
-3um of $221,000 was subscribed.
Sable Island, on the coast of Nova
Scotia, is gradually disappearing, and in
a few years more will be totally sub
merged. During one gale in 1881 a
strip of land seventy feet wide and a
quarter of a mile long was washed away.
In 1775 the island was forty miles long
and two and a half miles wide. It is
now only nineteen and a half miles
long and less than a mile wide.
It is now possible to travel from Lon
don to Samarcand, in Central Assia, by
rail and steamboat in eight days u and
twenty-two hours. It was not very long
ago that a European was unable to visit
Samarcand at all without incurring great
risk of being ki led, and until the build
ing of the Trans-Caspian Railroad the
best time that could be made between
St. Petersburg and Samarcand was one
month.
On April 20th, when off the Westmn.n
Islands, Iceland,the captain of the Danish
mail steamer Laura threw overboard a let
ter written in Danish. On Alay Gtli the let
ter was found in the stomach of a cod
caught by a French fisherman off Reyk
jan cs, about 120 miles distant. The
man showed it to the French Consul at
Reykjavik, who submitted it to the cap
tain of the Lauta. It was much decom
posed, but still readable.
The danger of somnambulism is well
known. A writer in the Century tells
of a piece of good fortune coming from
the habit. A young lady, troubled and
anxious about a prize for which she was
to compete, involving the writing of an
essay, arose from her bed in sleep and
wrote a paper upon a subject upon
which she had not intended to write
when awake, and this essay secured
for her the prize.
If all present indications hold, the
eorn crop will this year amount to 2,000-
000,000 of bushels, which is 700,000,000
of bushels more than last year and 400-
000,000 of bushels more than has been
ccounted heretofore an abundantly pros
perous harvest.
A list of defalcations by the fiscal
officers of States, cities and commercial
corporations and firms for 1881, shows
an aggregate of over $22,000,000. None
of it is credited to New Orleans. A list
for the first six months of 1888, as made
ip by the New York If raid, foots up a
total of something less than $0,000,000.
This is the gentlemanly way of stealing.
Many of these eminent financiers are
living abroad on the fruits of their
skill. ______
Admiral Lord Alcester, in a recent
speech in London, made some remarks
concerning the British ship builders and
gun makers which have occasioned
much dissatisfaction. He asserted that
the British navy was much behind its
neighbors in the quality of its cruisers
and in the number of its modern guns.
He said that two of the latest additions
to the French navy (the Tage and the
Cecilie) were the most dangerous vessels
to an enemy’s commerce that had ever
been launched, and that the French
were building three more.
England, says the New York llerald.
has now many attractions to present to
the stranger in the shape of cathedrals
alone. Restorations and completions
hive been going on f >r many years, and
much of the domestic wealth of the
country has found an outlet in church
decoration and church architecture.
One of the grandest of the old buildings
was Bristol Cathedral, dating as fai
back as 1142 and partially rebuilt in the
fourteenth and sixteenth centuries. The
work of restoration, begun some years
ago, has just been completed at a cost ot
$490,000. Bishop Ellieott points to the
completed work and its cost as proof of
the attachment of the people of England
to the Established Church.
Ten miles of new railway have just
been completed in Persa and the coun
try stands breathless with admiration
over them. The building of the little
road is probably destined to be a famous
reminiscence in engineering history.
This is how it was done: Ttie Shah de
termined to build a railway from Te
heran, his capital, to the Caspian Sea.
Instead of beginning at the seacoast and
bringing forward the rails and materials
on the road as it progressed, he ha l all
the construction material carried on
mules across the desert to Teheran and
began there. Of the total cost thus far
—5500,000 —5.25,000 has been for trans
portation expenses, and the engineering
journals of the world are laughing over
it in all languages. ..
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The “City Directory” for 1883 esti
mates the population of New York City
at 1,670,140. This is, according u> the
same authority, 100,000 more soift? than
this city contained a year ago. When
Brooklyn's three-quarters of a million are
added and a fair allowance is made for
the population of suburban New York in
Westchester County and New .Jersey, it
will be found, the Epoch thinks, that the
Metropolitan district contains a popu
lation but little short of 3,000,000 souls.
It is estimated that the day population
of New York City exceeds by 400,000
that to which it affords sleeping room,
md this is perhaps as good an illustra
tion as could be had of the enormous ag
gregate of people to whom the city is the
center of business and the source of live
lihood.
Here is the ridiculous way in*which
a German cyclopedia, recently published
in Leipsic, describes the social life of a
large city in Eastern New York: “After
dinner the gentlemen at the reception
followed the ladies to the salon and
lighted their cigars. Those who did
not smoke chewed and spat quite reck
lessly on the floor. Many who did not
use tobacco, took small knives from
their pockets, for an American gentle
man always carries some kind of knife,
and car - ed or cut slivers from the chairs;
almost all of them put their feet on ta
bles or chairs. This behavior, which
would insult our German ladies, the
many beautiful American ladies in the
room regarded as a matter of course,
much to the astonishment of the
writer.”
The St. Louis Globe-Democrat says that
periodic recurrence of emotions and pas
sions appear not only in the life of indi
viduals, but in the life of peoples. The
Coreans inherit a tendency to abhor
foreigners, and pe: Radically to kill or
drive them out of tne land. An outbreak
of the sort is anticipated at the present
time. All the foreign consulates are
guarded by soldiers, and an American
man-of-war has gone to assist as far as
possible. Hatred of .Jews is an European
inheritance,and about twice in a century
an outbieak of a murderous sort may be
looked for. It is not coniined to the
rabble, but covers the educated and
upper classes. These things are un
reasonable and unreasoning. They are
in the blood of liered ty, and are purely
emotional, rising to frenzy at times. The
average white American has an emotional
dislike for colored people.
after many days.
tdo not ask remembrance iu your hour 3
Busy and full,
Bearing such gifts to others, rich in powers
For use and rule.
Check not the current of your life, that
breaks
Joyous and strong.
To hearken where some haunting memory
speaks
Like a sad song.
But when the dusk is creeping, and the dew
Lies on the hill,_
When the first star is trembling through the
blue,
Remote- and sti 1.
When from the lilPs steals a breath so faint
It thrills like pain,
And, hushing into peace Day’s long com
plftint,
Night falls again;
O then one moment be the Present fled,
And that sweet summer that so strangely led
In one our ways;
When I was yours in every pu'.sa and
thought
And you, too, seemed
To give back something of the gift I brought,
Or so 1 dreamed!
And know that as it then was with mo,
Sweet,
So is it still;
That a life’s love is waiting at your fast,
Whene'er you will.
— MacMillan's Mayas ine.
OLD BRIL
BY LUCY BLAKE.
The Battle of the Flowers, the first act
in the Carnival drama at Nice, wa. at
its height. Not entirely a bloodless
batt;e, as Harry I rescott’s nose testified,
hit by the stem end of a bunch of box
and bedraggled gilly-fiower.
Saucy, audacious Lady Carriston held
her handkerchief to one eye, but the
other was wickedly unabashed as usual,
and she seemed in a fair way to avenge
her injuries by the vigor with which site
sent volleys of stocks, hyacinth and
narcissus pe’e-mele into the passing carri
ages, the crowd, the tribune, and even
into the lespectable midst of the muni
cipal jury.
In the crowded tribune, lavishly deco
rated with red calico, garlands, and the
flags of all nations, a thin young man,
with a grand pro le, sat with a half
emptied basket of pale Farma violets on
h s knees. In the long procession of
gayly adorned carr ages, lie had eyes for
one only, a dainty little Victoria trans
formed into a fragrant bower of mimosa
and mauve hyacinths. It enshrined an
elderly lady and an exceedingly pretty
g,rl in white cashmere and pale gray
fur, the latter tossing her bouquets, and
avoiding the strokes of those thrown en
revanche , with charming grace and vi
vacty. Although her aim was no surer
than that of most of her sex, many of
her j ansies found their way into the
garrison ot the young man with the
lamed nose, pe.cciving which, he, with
ecstatic de.ight, squandered more than
one gold piece upon roses and violets with
which he raked the Victoriafore and aft.
As a farewell burst of music, and a
cold wind creeping up from the sea, an
nounced that the revel was over, Mr.
Sydney Neal, of the statuesque features,
was in a state of mind to feel no aston
ishment had a rosy cloud descended to
wh sk his goddess away to her native
Elysian fields. As she seemed about to
take her departure from the promenade
like ordinary mortals, Mr. Neal collared
a gamin picking up bouquets from un
der the horses’ h|~is, aud bade him fol
low the Victoriawfit of the throng, and
report the hotel at which it set down its
precious freight.
“Avenue Victor Hugo, No. 53,” an
nounced the young waif, half an hour
later, his eyes big as saucers at th • un
usual sight of a live-franc piece in his
grimy palm.
The Misses Bynner. plain, elderly, aud
eminently prudent in deportment and
style of dress, cudgeled their well
balanced brains for the next th.ee day's
to understand why a well-dressed, dis
tinguished-looking young gentleman
fo .nd the contemplation of their garden
and front windows so particularly en
grossing. Alas! for the carelessness of
street Arabs the world over—this young
valetof Mr. Neal s selection had followed
home the wrong carriage; a discovery
which plunged that gentleman into the
deepest despair. Doubtless, while he
was making a fool of himself staring
the Bynner establishment out of coun
tenance, his diviniiy had spread her
wings and vanished to parts unknown,
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“Aunt Helen, let us do the Corniche
Road to-morrow if it is fine ’’ said Miss
Margery Moore, the object of Mr Neal’s
intemperate admiration.
“Oh, Margery, dear, not during
Carnival week! You have no idea of
what prices these rascally com hmen ask
now% and such tricks they play upon us
poor foreigners. Carnival time excuses
everything, you know. Why, j ady
Bellaby told me her donkey-man made
her pay double fare for going up Monte
Fabbro, and then winked at the donkey
and made him lie down till she promised
to pay three francs pourboire to have
him encouraged to get up. Everybody
says it is very imprudent to go anywhere
till next week.”
“People always have a great deal too
much to say about affairs not their own,
and Lady Bellaby is always fiounderiug
among breakers where other people find
only smooth sailing,” replied Miss
Moore, with decision. “Procrastination
is such a mistake; we have put off th s
trip do ens of times, and I mean to go
to-morrow or never.”
“V ery well; if you insist we will go,
but I think it very imprudent lor two
lad : e3 alone to take such a trip during
the one lawless week of the year.”
*******
Mr. Sydney Neal,feeling that a canter
over the hills in the delicious February,
sunshine might calm his troubled spirits,
betook himself to the remise of Aristide
Joiicceur <fc to engage a horse. At
the door of this establishment, patronized
by the elite of Xice ; Mr. Neal became
aware of a furious palpitation of his
heart and a sudden weakness at his
knees. Issuing forth from the a>stheti
cally furnished saile d’attente he buheld
the vision of his dreams, his goddess
Flora, with a great bunch of carnations
in one hand and a paiasol in th« other.
She gave Mr. Neal a swift,comprehensive
glance which seemed to the credulous
young man to speak volumes; site re
membered him, and was glad that fate
brought them together again, if only for
a brief moment.
“Remember, 10 o’clock promptly, to
morrow morning. .Monsieur Joiic • ur,”
said the young lady, as she stepped out
into the bright snushine.
“Without fail, madam; you may
always trust the promises of Aristide
Jolic i ur, your humble sen ant,’’'replied
the horsey Adonis, with his hand on Ins
stomach and a ravishing smile tilting up
the ends of his wax mustache. “Ah!
these American ladies: they are indeed
angels of loveliness,” the pioprietor con
tinued, as .Miss A. oore and her companion"
disappeared through the massive :■ tone
gateway. “Such grace, such cqirit, and
so well-bred! None of the petty bick
erng over a fair price that people of
other nations permit themselves.”
This eutogy was uttered for Mr. Neal's
benefit, whom the master of the remise
regarded with benignant suavity/know
ing that he had egregiously cheated two
of the handsome young stranger’s
countrywomen, and scenting further prey
in this third representative of the ri h
republic.
“These ladies, Madame Lee and her
charming niece, are go ng to drive to
Mentone to morrow, over the Corniehe
Road.; I hope they will have a fine day.
Paolo shall take them over by the lower
road, and return by the Col du Tigre.
There is stdl snow tip the e , butto
morrow’ssun will malt it, and it will be
safe enough for the return tiip."
“You arc a garrulous, specious old
rascal,” Mr. Neal concluded, men tail;;
“but I’m immensely obliged to you lor
your information.” Then, alter agree
ing to an extortiona'e price for his horse
the following day, betook his departure
in the wake of the fair bearer of the car
nations.
The next morning, at ten o’clock sharp,
a roomy barouche drawn by a well-con
ditioned pair of white horses drew up
before the Hotel des Palmiers. A digni
fied-looking old coachman occupied the
box, wi h a ten-vear-old boy humbly
ensconced among the horse-blankets at
his feet.
Mrs. 1 ee and Miss Moore made them
selves thoroughly comfortable in this
vehicle, and set off upon their drive over
the magnificent highway, for the build
ing of which the world owes a lasting
debt of gratitude to the Corsican hero.
The girl’s eyes and cheeks glowed with
this purest, most healthful of pleasures
—the enjoyment of an exqu site, varying
landscape seen for the first time. The
angry, volcanic crags peering over into
the placid, deep-blue sea; the silvery
pallor of the olives contrasting with the
dark, polished green of the fig-trees;
the daring sweeps of the road leading
along the stony spine of the mountains.
Quaint little villages clinging like a
collection of wasp's uesls to the rocks;
vehicles of all sorts, picturesque and
elegant, passing to and fro. Here, a
tiny, tinkling donkey laden with green
and yellow crockery jars; there, the
four-horse break whisking its load of
cur ous strangers over to taste the fasci
nations of Monte Carlo.
At the first descent of any importance
Jeannot, the little boy, jumped down
from the box and applied a primitive
but effective drag to the wheels—a pair
of old shoes t : ed to stout ropes.
“I believed that young person was
brought along solely for ornament; I
see now that 1 was m staken,” said Mar
gery, with a gay laugh at the shocking
ly bad old shoes. It was so easy to
laugh this brilliant, invigorating morn
i°g- *
After luncheon at Mentone, iu a pretty
garden close to the sea, they began the
homeward journey over the highest part
of the road so appropriately named,
clinging to the serrated rotk as a cornice
follows the irregularities of a dmtated
roof. Always higher, past the vil.age
of Rocca Bruna, said to have slipped
down en masse from a plateau
above to its present position. Past Esa,
with its melancholy cluster of de erted
cottages. Here and there the ruins of a
fortress perched proudly aloft as an
eagle's nest. At La Turbie, the tower
built ages ago for the worship of Jupiter,
Jeannot clambered down again, and.
pulling off: his cap. loosening at the same
time a crop of glossy, dark curls, bade
the ladies good-night. Here, a branch
road led away from the sea, over the Col
du Tigre, with a view over a white world
of snowy mountains. Though carefully
mended and kept, after the manner of
all French roads, t is branch was rarely
used except for return carriages to Nice,
the slope being a long, steep pull lor
up ward bound horses.
The dusk and quiet of evening became
very impressive among these silent
heights, aud Margery drew closer to her
aunt in vntjue distrust of the deepening
shadows. Patches of half-melted snow
began to appear on each side of the way;
not a living creature was in sight, or
sound audible, save for the occasional
whirr of a bird’s wings.
* ¥ * * * *
Alas! for Mr. Neal’s plan for a canter
over to Mentone as d screet outrider to
the object of liis silent devotion, Miss
Margery Moore. The horse promised
him for the occasion wa< brought home
lame, and owing to the press of the
Cain vat season, another animal such as
Mr. Neal required was not forthcoming.
“A power o’ worrit with bosses and
men just now,” sa : d the English hostler
at the Joliccur stables, in reply to Mr.
Neal’s strong language when he found
Ins plan defeated. " “1 would not be sur
prised if the padrone sent out old Brix
with a fare after all.”
“Who the deuce is old Brix?”
“The best driver in the whole Mari
time Alps region,but he is getting pretty
old now. He has driven over the road
between Nice and Mentone for a mutter
of forty years or more, aud knows every
inch of the way as well as he knows the
inside of his snuff-box. He is still safe
as a church, but there is a kind of
prejudice against him because since the
past five years he has been stone blind.”
“Rather a drawback in a Jehu, particu
larly if his horses happened to be
frisky.”
“If I was a party of fidgety old
women,” continued Mr. Toggery, with
solemn emphasis, “i would rather trust
myself with old Brix, bl nd eyes and all,
than with the uual half-tipsy rogue who
tells a pack of lies about the locality, and
goes to sleep on the homestretch—but
you can't make those old women think
so.”
“No, I fancy not.” assented Mr. Neal.
“If you want a good horse, sir, you
are sure to find one at. Martory; go them
by train, ride across the valley and up
over the Col du Tigre—it’s a pretty bit
of country.”
“I might meet her on the way home,”
thought, Mr. Neal, as he took leave of
Mr. Toggery and the remise.
“I wish there were net so many holes
and caves in tlie rocks, ’ said Margery;
“they are such convenient hiding places
for brigands.”
“Try to think and talk of something u
little more cheering, my dear,” said Mrs.
Lee, whose mantle of timidity seemed tu
have fallen on A argery’s shoulders.
At that mome.it there was a sudden
roar like thunder, and a huge piece ot
rock, dislodged from the mountain
above, came crashing down upon the
road. It stopped not fifty yards ahead
of the carriage, malt ng a formidable
barrier where the space was too narrow
to turn back wilh safety.
Tiie ladies screamed, the 'frightened
horses hung back trembling and re-t ve,
while the old man urged them forwards
close upon the great block of stone.
“Margery, is the old fellow mad' He
seems to be trying deliberately to upset
us!” said Mrs. Lee, half under her
breath.
“Mop! stop! not a step further, ot
you will have us all over the precipice .’ 1
cried Margery, seizing the coa hmau's
arm.
Never 111 the day of their death will
those two women forget the horrified ex
pression of that white-haired old manat
Le turned h.s face toward them, anti
said, in awestruck tones:
“Ala lame, for t od's sake tell me what
to do; lam stone blind, and I cannot
sec the danger before us. The good
Lord forgive me for r.sking your lives.’
It was indeed a trying situation; to
advance was impossible, and to turn back
a great danger for a blind man and two
frightened women. >o human being nor
habitation wa; in sight: darkness was
descending, and help hardly passible
from other carriages at so late an hour.
“Oh, that 1 had been willing to stay
quietly at homo during carnival week?”
cried Margery, dolefully.
“llow dared you run such a great risk
in undertaking to drive us down the
mountain when you cannot see an inen
before your lace:’ asked Airs. Lee, in
dignantly, of the now abject old man.
“Lady. I earnestly beg your pardon,
undeserving though 1 am. The fuu.tis
all mine, monsieur • oliorur is not to
blame. My giandson, Paolo, was to
have driven you over to Aientoue, but
last night a gentleman ottered him
twenty Lancs to go to Cannes, instead.
Paolo had a dream last week that No.
303 would win the prize in the Marsac
lottery; twenty francs was reeded to buy
the series containing No. 30J. 1 aolo let
himself be tempted; but I’m worse than
he—l, with my white hairs, who ought
to be telling my beads m a corner, in
stead of driving over the hills as I used
to long ago. But Signoia mia, the de
light of feeling the reins in my hands
ag.t n, and the fresh wind blowing in
my face.”
“So you let Paolo go to Cannes and
you risked our lives tor a paltry twenty
francs —for one of those iniquitous lot
teries, too!” exclaimed Airs. Lee.
“Yes, madnme; I’m a very wicked old
man. Paolo drove away from the
Joticcrcr remise this morning, with this
carriage; on the way to your hotel! took
his place, with tittle Jeannot to guide
me. Tne road after La Turbie is usually
safe and quiet as a country lane, sol
let Jeannot off there, as his mother is ill
in a cottage near by. These horses and
1 have steady kea Is, and are at home on
these roads. Ah, me! old Brix, the king
of drivers on the Riviera, has lost his
crown now, and proved himself an o d
rascal. But, inadame, the demand for
men was great; these Carnival days
make fools or villains of us al. * I have
never piaved the rogue before, and the
biessed Madonna helping me, I will not
do it agam.”
“In the meantime we are to stay here
on the mouuta.n to-night, catching our
death of cold, if no worse fate overtakes
us,” said Margery, hopelessly.
“Is not that the sound ot a horse’s
hoofs f” suddenly interrupted old Brix,
whose ears were sharper tnan those of
people blessed with sight.
Tne old man was rignt, and presently
a horsemau was seen approaching at a
spanking pace r und the brow of the
hul. It was Sydney Neal, who had
ridden across the valley as Air. Toggery
had advised, and by inquiring at La
Turbie, had followed the carriage, in
stead of coming to meet it, as he had at
first planned.
Margery sprang forward to meet him
with u welcome us eager as if he had
been an old and valued friend for years.
Afterward only, rhe blushed a little at
the memory of how she had seLed his
arm »\ith both her hands, and begged
him to contrive some means of rescue.
W ith a man’s nerve, cool head aud
fortunately sharp eyes, it was no very
difficult matter to unharness the horses,
turn the carriage round, by the united
efforts of theiompany, rehurness ond go
back to the first comfortable lodging fot
the night.
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Thanks to the intervention of the big
stone, Sydney Neal was enaoled to as
sume in one short hour the role he so
coveted, that of protector and friend, to
the beautiful girl he had learned to love.
Old Brix escaped the punishment h<
deserved, nay, worse, Neal was weakly
indulgent enough to send the old fellow
a favor, to wear at his wedding with Mar
gery, three mouths later.— f rank Leslie,
A Freak of Nature.
The Cincinnati Enquirer is responsible
for the following story from Stoverton,
Ohio: “A most remarkable freak oi
nature is reported from the farm oi
George Sevingle, who lives near this
place. He has among a flock of sheep a
lamb over two months old which has
the nose and feet of a dog, but is in all
other respects a sheep. Instead'of hav
ing the ordinary teeth of the sheep-kind
the animal’s mouth, both upper and
lower jaws, is filled with long aud sharp
wolf-like fangs, rendering it extremely
difficult to pick grass like the other
sheep, consequently it prefers to chew
and masticate twigs anil shrubs. It is
regarded as one of the greatest curiosi
ties ever seen in this neighborhood.”
We all grumble at the shortness ot
time, but we should scorn to look at the
functionary who would offer to give ui
six months. —Boston Commonwealth.
THE TWO ARCHERS,
Upon the hills above the heights
Of life two archers stand;
One like an angel seeming bright,
The other dark and grand.
Fir-t the bright angel bends his bow—
'l hough wounded, still the victim lives;
Blinded, Ills wound he doth not know,
But loves the pain it gives.
Then the dark angel, soon or late,
Dcth with his strong arm bend his bow;
Swift speeds his arrow, like to fate,
And ends the mortal’s woe.
These are the archers high above
'ihe tides of mortal life and breath—»
The cruel angel archer, Love,
The pitying angel, Death.
—Philadelphia News,
UU3IOR of the hay.
Hard to beat —A wet carpet.
Sic tran-it—Crossing the ocean.
The cream of society—lce cream.
A stitch in one’s side never seams
good.
A girl’s “yes” generally has the genu
ine ring.
Toot terrible—The blast of the ama
teur cornet player.
Lack of opportunity to steal is a pro
lific ease of honesty.
No use before broke—A horse. No
use after broke—A man.
There is some quiet activity but very
little bustle about the dress-reform move
ment. ,
Definition of a secret—“ Something
for one, enough for two, nothing for
three.”
The broker who tries to keep “in the
sw m” has to water his stock to a large
extent.
Coffee is going up and down so much
in the market it has good grounds for
being riled.
The cannon is like a fashionable
woman, inasmuch as it is accustomed to
powder and balls.
Single misfortunes seldom come alone,
and the greatest is generally accom
panied by a sti! i greater.
An electric bout was recently launched
in New York harbor, presumably off the
Battery. —New J.ao<n News.
Young physicians are often angry. At
least, they are sometimes found out of
patients. —Nashville Ameri an.
“Did he eject you?” “No. I w nldn’t
’ve minded mild treatment of that sort,
lie kicked me out.”— New York Hun.
A woman may refuse to tell her age,
but she cannot conceal her rage. That
speaks for itself.— Norristown Herald.
Alother—“Come here, child: I’ll sew
the buttons on myself.” Fanny—“l’d
rather have them sewed on the boot.”
One swallow does not make a summer
—of course not; but one summer makes
an immense amount of swallowing.—
Picayun^.
Suggestion to the theatrical manager
—Go to Castle Garden for your Roman
soldiers; a broth of a boy ought to make
i good stipe.
Talk about the meanness of murder
ing a man for SSO. We know a small
boy that struck his mother for a dime.—
New York Sun.
You can’t always judge of the quality
of a city’s inhabitants by the “sample
men” it sends over the country. — Pitts
burq Cironic!e.
The inventor of the barbed wire fence
got his idea from the autograph of a
Russian Prince traveling iu this country.
■—New York S n.
Teacher (to class) —“Why is procrasti
nation called the thief of time?” Boy
(at foot of cla-s) —“Because it takes a
person so long to say it.”— Life.
The milkmaid known in former days,
If plain was not unbearable,
And often won the poet’s praise;
But the milk made now is terrible!
—Jacksonville Citizen.
“A man can’t be everything; his
lordship is a man of quality, not of
quantity,” said a wit of the third Earl of
Aberdeen on his making a false quan
tity.
A grocer over in Bloomington is sup
posed to be the honestest man in world.
He chases the flies off the beam of his
scales before he allows them to balance.
Mercury.
The meanest man so far on record
lives in New Haven. His wife asked
him to give her a pet, some animal that
would stick by her, and the next even
ing he brought home a leech.
Airs. Truthseeker—'“John, dear, I
read of them making a lot of fish
plates for railroad ‘tracks. What kind
of fish do they use there?” Mr. T.—
“What kind of fish? Guess it’s pike.”
Graphic.
Jack Ilardup (who always forgets to
repay) —“I say, old fellow, lend me sl,
will you? I have nothing but a large
bill in my pocket.” Friend (who has
been caught before) —“Whose is it, youi
tailor’s? ’ — Lite.
“Reviled crabs?” said the horrified
waiter at a Lake Chautauqua eating
house. “Oh, dear, no! We couldn’t
give you anything of that kind, sir!
Won’t you have some angel cake in
stead ?” — Ch ic kjo Tribune.
We are told in a poem that “the hand
that rocks the cradle is the hand that
rules the world.” This is, no doubt, a
pretty sentiment; but the author ought
to know that about eight women out of
ten rock the cradle with their feet. —
Mercury.
Nothing else is so calculated to work
on a man’s sympathies as the sight of a
young man’s painful effort at unconcern
while he is scratching his hr >w with the
hand with which he would have tipped
his hat to a young lady if she hadn’t cut
him dead.— Judye,
“ Mamma,” said a young lady, “what
would be an appropriate present to give
George. You know we are not engaged
yet ?” “ How long has he been calling
upon you?” “ About two years.”
I think a pretty plain hint will be tne
proper thing to give him.” —New York
News.
Such an affable man! I was glad we had met,
For he made a short hoar most pleasant,
He 3poke in a way I shall never forget
On questions concerning the present.
His opinions suited my own to a T;
1 regretted that brief hour's durance
When my coat by the buttons he took, aud
he said:
“ Are you carrying any insurance?”
'—Omaha Herald,