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DEATH AND JUSTICE.
Death doth not claim us with the passing
breath;
Before our Lady Justice ea’m he stands
To bear her grave, immutable commands;
“Wait, I shall tell you presently,” she saith,
■“Wait but a moment's space, my brother,
Death.
While Time, our kinsman, shakes his silent
sands.”
She hold the balance true, with steady
hands
And strong, the little while it wavereth.
Hatred and Envy must lie still and wait,
So, now, must Love and Sorrow stand
aside
In breathless silence, pale and eager-eyed,
Till, through the lips of Justice, speaketh
Fate—
“Death,in thy keeping must the man abide;”
Or,“Ke shall live for aye—his work is great.”
—Graham R. Tomson, in Scribner.
TWO SHIPS.'
Two girls in the kitchen of a plaffi,
old-fashioned house were busy sewing,
the elder rapidly running a machine, the
younger trimming a straw hat with odds
and ends of ribbons, which she tried in
■vain to coax into some appearance of
freshness.
“How does it look, Mattie?” she asked
anxiously, holding it olf a little, and
slowly turning it around.
Mattie looked up from her machine
without stopping its quick motion,
turned one comprehensive glance upon
the hat and said, [impulsively: “Like a
last year's bird’s nest, ” . ■
dear,” said Dolly, flushing all
~' er her pretty, worried face, and toss
ing the poor little hat iuto a corner.
“\\ hat is the use, any way? We may as
well give up and go to the poor house
first as last.”
“I’ll never give up, first or last,” sai 1
Mattie. “Somewhere and somehow I
kuow there must be something better for
us, and we are sure -to lind it sooner or
later; but in the meantime I can’t afford
to waste any of my stlength in pretend
ing. (nr clothes are.ojd and shabby
and dingy, and it’s of no use trying to
make them look anything else.”
Dolly gave a sigh that touched Mat
tie's heart.
“Poor little Dol'y! It's too bad for
you; your’e so sweet and pretty and pa
tient. oust wait till my ship comes iu,
“An’you shall ban siller.
And wear a gooid ring.”
Dolly smiled.
‘‘ r lhat was what father always said
when we wanted anything. I used to
believe in that ship as much ns I believed
in next year, and sometimes I indulge
myself in dreaming about it now and
fancy what it will oriug us.”
Mattie set the list stitches with lips
compressed, and began folding the coarse
shirts on which she working into a com
pact pile.
“Are they finished? - ’ asked Dolly.
“No; I’ll sew on the buttons to-night;
I’m going out to look for our ship.”
Mattie put on a hat older and more
openly ugly than Dolly's and walk A
down the street with her firm, rapid
tread. Once she turned to look back at
the small brown house that was the only
inheritance her father had left to his
wife and girls-a fortune that seemed
indefinitely Sinai er, now that the mother
had gone abo. after a protracted sick
ness that had consu . e l the last dollar
from the sale of the orchard and garden.
The coarse sewing, with which the girls
managed to keep soul and body together,
was certainly better than nothing, and
was considered a respectable resource,
but at best it was working with starva
tion swinging a merciless lash over their
heads.
She went wlie - e many a poor soul had
gone with perplexities that seemed no
body s business—to the minister. No
doubt in that penurious, poverty-stricken
community the good man had perplexi
ties of his own, but that only helped him
to sympathize w,th other people, and
lew households heM any secrets from.
The old housekeeper, knitting on the
porch, welcomed Mattie kindly. 'I lie
minister \va; away; “gone to South
Adams to ’lend a funeral,” but she was
looking for him every minute.
Matt e went to Hie study, and turned
wear ly from the rows of solemn old
books to find refreshment in the papers
upon the table that seemed so much more
mod. rn and human. There was a store
that looked tempting with its spicy bits
ol corner ution, but this was Chan
ter XX.
Ihcn there was a sermon, letters from
a traveler, answers to miscellaneous
quer.es, household hints and c ouomies,
at which Mattie smiled grimly, with tlie
feeling that she could open some depths
of experience in that line herself, and at
last a letter irom a woman addressed to
the editor, complaining that the world
was out of joint and in need of regelat
ing.
“So it is,” thought Mattie, nodding
assent as heartilv_ as. writer had I
been sitting there in the leather-covered. |
chair opposite her. As she read her dark
face flushed, and her breath came more
rapidly. Why, here was a woman in
desperate need of help, and here was
she, asking only the chance to help her,
and they were but twenty miles apart.
Eut then, perhaps, the letter was just
made up and put in the paper; perhaps
there was no .Mrs. E. L. Howe, and at
the thought Matt e threw down the paper
and went to meet the minister who was
coming in at the gate, lie smiled at her
impatience and seated himself very
aimably to read the letter, which would
never have attracted his notice. He
smiled again when he look up at her and
quite agreed w th her that the writei was
probably a liction of somebody’s brain,
created to make forcible the undoubted
truth that there were scores of women
with beautiful homes whose wealth
brought them nothing but bondage, be
cause of the impossibility of obtaining
the help of intelligent, dependable care
taking servants, while there was a great
multitude of WQQgm in need of homes
and driven to all manner of makeshifts
for a mere livelihood, who might, if they
would, supply just this service, with
mutual satisfaction and benefit. The
problem was to bring them together.
“But if the letter were genuine, my
child, ’asked the minister, “what then?’’
“Then,” said Mattie, promptly, “I
would write to the woman and ask her
to let me try. I should like nothing
better than to l»e her housekeeper. I de
light in housekeeping; I’m a bom cook,
and Dolly would be perfectly happy with
two babies to cuddle and sew for.”
The minister looked at her doubtfully.
“I suspect it is only the rosy side of
her work that ths letter writer describes;
there must be a good many disagreeable
things about the position of cook or
nursery maid.”
“There are many unpleasant things
about our present position,” began .Mat
tie, but stopped abruptly.
Not even to the minister would she
have owned that they were actually
pinched sometimes for suitable food.
“Do you think,”she asked, hesitating
ly, “there would be any impropriety in
my writing to this lady to inquire?”
“Not in the least; I will forward .your
letter with a line to the editor. Why
not write here?” he continued.
And with the promptness of despera
tion Mattie seized t’:. s venerable goose
quill with which atone the minister
thought it possible to write his sermons,
and penned upon agieat square sheet a
brief, ladylike letter. The minister's
endorsement was also brief, to the effect
that the writer was a sensible, practical
girl, tolerably well educated, and would,
in his estimation, be a benediction in a
family such as that described in the
communication signed Mrs. E. L. Howe.
The joint letter found its way in due
time to the sanctum of a puzzled and
amused editor, who frowned and laughed
alternately over its contents, half dis
posed to toss it into the waste basket,
but finally put it in his pocket with a
dozen other documents. It might have
remained there indefinitely, for the ed
itor wa3 a young man, and had no per
sonal interest in the domestic problem,
but, dining that day with his sister, his
serene en joyment was suddenly disturbed
by a scries of dull thumps apon the
stairs, followed by piercing screams.
“There!” said Mrs. Lattimer, rushing
away. “She’s let tlie baby fall down
stairs; I always said she’d kiil it! 1 shall
dismiss h r the minute Fred gets back!”
she panted, returning with the baby. “I
never draw an easy breath except when
the children are asleep.
“Oh, by the way, Florence,” replied
her brother, “I've got hold of a solution
for all your domestic difficulties. Never
say I'm not practical again. Here are
two s -rvants for you made to order—a
cook and a nursery maid—natives, sis
teis capable, educated, warranted by
the minister; what more could you ask?”
• “Raymond, what oa earth are you
talking about
“It’s ail here, you can see for yourself.
The fact is, I've been thinking a good
deal about this labor question ; and one
evening I wrote a letter for the nnin,
purporting to have come from Mrs. E. L.
Howe, setting forth her troubles with
servants, anil appealing to the host of
respectable, unemployed women for
help.”
numhug! I read it
witn h sympitlT' g heart, and meant to
write to her myseli—our cases are so
much alike— on,y 1 forgot it.. ”
“Well, here comes a letter from a rus
tic maiden, who speaks for her sister
and herself, and proposes to uuderta.ee
the job. f hes in serious earnest, too,
and I’m quite impiessed by her let;er. I
Just lead it.”
rs. 1 attimer read with a critical not j
to say skeptical air.
“I’d sooner have Bridget with all hot
peppery temper. Deliver me from supe
rior, I’m as-good-as-you-are servants. I
intend to be mistress in my bouse, and 1
want servants and nut companions and
friends.”
“All right, you have my approC-d
there; but I thought the trouble was
you were not mistre s. They obey just
far enouglyto enable them to keep their
places and-draw the r wages, and they
have no conception of any other KinJJ" f
service. Now, if 1 were a housekecoer
I should try those girls; certainly you
couldn’t be worse olf.”
“If you were a housekeeper you would
do just as the rest of us do—bear the ills
we know rather than tempt the un
known. ”
“Perhaps so; I’m profoundly thankful
I’m not a woman, to go on doing a
thing to all eternity because my grand
mother did it before me, and my neigh
bors would think it ‘so queer’ of me to
try any pew way.”
“What are you going to do about the
letter? You really ought to answer it."
“Sc I shall. I shall tell the minister
j I have forwarded the letter to Mrs. E. L.
! Howe, who will correspond with him if
she decides to pursue the matter.”
If the editor's letter, proving that Mrs.
E. L. Howe was no myth, created deep
j and profound excitement in the little
circle of three, what can be said of the
I elect produced by a letter addressed to
Miss Mattie Harper, offering to her and
her sister service in the household of the
writer, with wages and conditions very
j carefully specified? To be sure, it was
signed Mrs. Frederic Lattimer, but of
j course one would use a fictitious name
in a paper. The letter was written in
very plain terms; it said servants, and
not “hired girls,” which was supposed in
Hingham to be a title of greater respect,
and stipulated that the engagement was
only for a month of trial, at the end of
which time, if Mrs. Lattimer be not
pleased, she would pay their expenses
home.
“It’ll come pretty tough on yon,
Marthv Harper, being looked down on
as a servant,” said the kind old house
keeper. “You won't have any ’sociation
with the fam’ly.”
“I dou't care to associate with the
family: we don’t associate with the men
we make shirts for.” said Mattie. “I
shall have Dolly, and Dolly will have
me, and we shall both have the babies.
I don’t think we shall care for much
more.”
It was only at Mattie's earnest entreaty
that the minister forbore to accompany
them to their new home.
“It would look as if we expected to be
received as something more than we are,"
she said to Dolly. “And I want her to
understand that all we ask is fair wages
for fair work.”
So they went alone. A smart looking
maid answered their ring at the door
bell calculated their social standing at a
glance, and left them in the hall while
she went for her mistress. Presently the
girl came back and conducted them to
the kitchen. Mattie's eyes noticed that
the floor was unswept, the range greasy,
and a pile of unwholesome looking tow
els lay on the table; for Bridget had
been gone a week, and a procession of
supplies, each ODe worse than the last,
had held brief possession of her king
dom.
“I am so glad it isn’t a basement
kitchen, and see what a large nice yard,”
she said to Dolly, whose eyes were ready
to o. erflow.
Something came clattering along the
hall, and the door was pushed open to
admit a beautiful boy of four, drawing
a tin h >;so after him.
“• ii, you darling! exclaimed Dolly,
rapturously.
But the boy drew back a little, say
ing: “Where’s Bridget?”
And in a minute the nurse pounced
upon him and dragged him off, calling
him “a little torment, and a bad, naughty
boy.”
Mattie’s first bread, rashly undertaken
with Bridget’s home made yeast, was an
utter failure, and the baby clung obsti
nately to Johanna iu spite of Dolly’s
blandishments, while Mrs. Lattimer,
knowing nothing of housekeeping her
self, had not a particle of patience with
ignorance in others, and clung to her
deep persuasion that noth ng but the
most vigorous putting down could ever
keep those girls from disagreeable as
sumption. But long before the end ol
the month Dolly reigned sweet and se
rene in the nursery, wore her nurse’s
cap without an uncomfortable thought,
and drank in delight from the shaded
park, with its flowers and birds and
fountains, as unconscious of bitter servi
tude as the children she loved and
guarded.
“As for Mattie,” Mrs. Lattimer con
fessed to her brother, “she's invaluable,
and I shall never be able to endure an
ordinary servant again, but if she hadn’t
known her mind better than I did mine
we would have parted the very first
week. That’s one blessed thing your
old journal has done for the labor ques
tion, and if my ship ever comes in I’ll
endow the paper out of gratitude.”
“Ah, I always felt th:t I was born to
be a benefactor,” said the editor.
“Your ship would have come in long
ago if you had called me for a pilot.”
“And which one did he marry?” asks
the saucy girl at my elbow.
Neither of them, my dear. Pretty
Dolly, iu the course of time, went back
to Hingham and married a farmer’s boy,
who had worked his. way through col
lege. and was not ashamed of- his wife
for having made her way in the same
fashion; and Mattie, for aught I know,
is a middle-aged and respectable old
maid, living on her savings, and edu
cating heathen in Africa. For this story
has nothing to do with marrying or
giving in marriage, but with the fact
that a good mnnv ships that are con
tinual!;- at sea might come prosperously
in, if they would join comany with each
other, without regarding the la t that
one might be a nr reliant vessel, and the
other simply a lugger. — Congt ejation
alist.
Implements of the National Game.
The national game of baseball has
taken so deep a hold upon the youth of
th s generation asserts the New York
Trihun-, that to keep pace with the de
mand for balls and bats big factories
have sprung up iu many localities, and
hundreds of working men and women
gain a livelihood turning the bats over
their lathes or sewing the covers by
hand over the inner core of the spheie,
which is now made by machinery. Bats
are shipped to this city by the carload
from Michigan and West Virginia, and
it is estimated that 50,0)a cords of ash
and willow wood were thus used last
winter for this summer’s trade. The
bulk of the bats are used by amateur
players, of course.
Willow is the favorite material for the
popular bat, as its lightness is combined
with a sufficient amount of strenth fot
youthful players, and West Virginia'
turns out the best grade of this variety.
The superior toughness of ash makers it
indispensable for thereat strain which a
professional player Wbjccts it to.' and
Michigan’s forests furnish an inexhausti
ble supply of this tough wood. The
manufacture of balls demands more care.
The better class of halls, those of regu
lation size and weight, as prescribed by
the professional rules, are covered with
horse hide, stretched with double linen
thread, well waxed and smoothed by
machinery. The inner core is of rubber
carefully wound about with yarn by
hand until the correct size is obtained.
The practice ball, or boys’ ball, is cov
ered with sheepskin, and is more cheaply
and roughly made. The core is usually
composed of leather scraps, which are
pressed into a spherical shape by ma
chinery and have no more yarn wound
around them than is necessary to hold
the scraps together until the cover is put
on. The design of cover now in uni
versal use differs widely from the old
“star” pattern. It consists of two strips
of leather cut something like the figure
eight, or even like the heelless sole of a
baby's shoe. These, when laid over the
I sphere, exactly cover it and are more
1 easily sewn together than any other pat
tern, and if the man who invented it
had only patented his idea he might
have been reaping a fortune for hi?
pains.
The City of Quito.
If it were not for the climate, Quite
would be in the midst of a perpetual pes
tilence; but notwithstanding the pre
vailing filthiness, there is very little sick
ness, and pulmonary diseases are un
known. Mountain fever, produced by
cold and a torpid liver, is the commonest
type of disease. The population of the
city, however, is gradually decreasing,
and is said to he now about sixty thou
sand. There were five hundred thou
sand people at Quito when the Spaniards
came, aud a hundred years ago the pup
ulation was reckoned at double what if
is now. Half the houses in the town are
empty, and to see a new family moving
In would be a sensation. Most of the
finest residences are locked and barrud,
.and have remained so for years. The
owners are usually political exiles who
are living elsewhere, and can neither
sell nor rent their property. Political
revolutions are so common, and their re
sults are slways so disastrous to the un
successful, that there is a constant
strain of fugitives lea ving the State.—
American Magazine.
Author (to Editor) —“ Have you ex
amined my last story, Mr. Snippit?”
Editor—“ Y'es. It seems all right with
one exception.” Author- “ What is
that? ” Editor—“ In one place you lost
sight of the eternal fitness of things and
made quite a blunder.” Author—“ln
deed!” Editor —“Yes, sir. The scene
is laid in Kentucky, as you remember,
and yet in one incident you make the
hero's mouth water.”— ldea.
CANNIBALS ON THE CONGO.
-MILLIONS OF THEM IN THE BASIN
OF THE GREAT RIVER.
A Strange Contradiction—The Can
nibals are the Highest Grade Na
tives—Men Preferred to "Women.
The'practice of cannibalism is not a
pleasant subject to discuss or contem
plate. It is certain, however, that the
recently discovered facts concerning the
men eaters of Africa cannot fail to attract
wide attention, relating as they do to a
part of the continent where white enter
prises are rapidly developing, and where
the use of human flesh as an article of
food prevails upon a scale never heard
of in any other part of the world. The
cannibals of the Congo basin undoubt
edly number several millions of people.
They are found along the great river for
a distance of about 1200 miles. They
thickly people the banks of several of j
the largest Congo tributaries and their
villages are seen for hundreds of miles
both north and south of the main river.
They are the dominating peoples in
nearly or quite one-half of the Congo
basin, and they occupy rather more than
one-half of the area of the Congo Inde
pendent State. It is among these tribes,
terribly degraded as they are in one re
spect, yet far superior in intelligence
and in capacity for improvement to
many savage peoples, that traders and
missionaries and the influences of civil
zed government ate now pushing. Can
nibalism is being attacked in its greatest
stronghold by influences to which the :
practice will certainly succumb in time,
just as iu many of the Pacific islands it
is now known only in the history of
former days of savagery.
The facts about the Congo cannibals
have been very slow in coming to the
light. The Manyema, the first cannibal
tribe of the Congo River who were made
known to us, told i>oth Livingstone and
Stanley that they did not . eat human
flesh. When Stanley found at a village
above Stanley Falls hundreds of whitened
skulls arranged in rows around the huts,
he was told they were the skulls of chim
panzees, and that this species of the ape
family was favorite food among the
people. He offered a hundred cowries
for a specimen of a Soko, dead or alive,
but it was not produced. Two of the
skulls were taken to England, where
Professor Hurley pronounced them the
skulls of a woman and a man. They
bore tlie marks of the hatchet that gave
the unfortunate prisoners their death; (
and Stanley said half the skulls he saw
were similarly marked.
The middle course of the Congo from
a point about 100 miles above Nyangwe
to Bolobo, some 1200 miles down the
river, and the tributaries on bo’li sides
of this part of the river are the regions
where nearly all of the Congo cannibals
are found. They are not known near
the sources of the river nor near its
mouth. The traveler from Lake Tangan
yika to Nyangwe on the Congo passes
through a co ntry “surpassingly beauti
ful,” as Livingstone called it, which is
the home of the cannibal Manyema.
When a slave or carrier belonging to a
caravan dies in their country they always
wish to bury the body, offering grain or
vegetables in exehauge. They make
war on the weaker tribes around
them. To one explorer they ;usti
fied cannibalism on the ground that their
neighbors were thieves and ought to
bo eaten. “They come here,” they sad,
“and steal our bananas, and so we chase
and kill and eat them.” The country
abounds with a great variety of animal
and vegetable food, and Livingstone said
there was no reason for Manyema canni
balism except a depraved appetite. It
must not be supposed that all of the
Congo cannibals seek habitually to sup
ply themselves with human flesh. Most
of them, like the Manyema, limit them
selves to eating the bodies of those who
are killed iu battle or who die. Came
ron said the Manyema consider the flesh
of men much superior to that of women.
Although the Manyema are far more de
graded than many other cannibal tribes,
they are noted for their gentleness and
their physical superiority; and their
handsome women are mu h sought after
as slaves by the Arabs, who now sup
port several stations in the Manyema
country, and here as well as further
down the Congo are doing much to de
stroy the practice of cannibalism.
The densely wooded legions between
Nyangwe and r-tanley 1-alls are the
homes of many thousands of cannibals.
The Waregga, the Wasongoro, Meno,
and the Bai-cumu are the best known
among these tierce tribes. A large part
of the territory they inhabit lias not
•been visited, but in some of their vil
lages along the river human skulls are
found lining the streets, and human
thigh bones, ribs, and vertebrae are piled
lip i-i the garbage heaps. “Ah, we shall
eat Wajimi meat to-day,” was the cry
with which they sallied forth here and
there to do battle with Stanley. Stan
ley Falls lie sank in the river the bodies
of two of his meu whom they had killed
to keep them out of the clutches of the
cannibals. These tribes, who a few years
ago swarmed by thousands alon' the
river, have nq*v binned themselves in the
forests, the Arabs having taken com
plete possession of the river banks be
tween Nyangwe and Stanley Falls.
Three years ago when Grenfell and
Yon Francois were ascending the Congo
their Lukolela guide told them that Aru
wimi cannibals captured three of Stan
ley’s Zanzibaris, who were part of the
garrison at the Beigian Station near tlie
mouth of thit river. Two of the un
fortunates had been eaten, but the third
xvho happened to be very thin was re
served for fattening, and during this pro
cess he managed to es- ape to Bangala.
The explorers did not believe the story,
but they afterward learned that it was
true. The Aruwimi is one of the hot
beds of cannibalism. Lieutenant Wester
tells of one King iu this country who ate
nine of his oxvu wives. At Yambumba,
only about thirty miles below the Stanley
camp at Yam bug a, of which we so often
hear, some 8000 people live who orna
ment their cabins with human skulls,
while many gnawed bones of their cap
tives are found in the debris of their
cuisine.
A few hundred miles further down the
river are the Bangala, whose great vil
.ages are estimated by Grenfell to contain
110,000 people. Though among tlie most
noted of Congo cannibals, they are re
garded by the officials of the Congo
-date as the most useful, intelligent and
tractable of the natives, and hundreds of
them are in the service of the State as
soldiers, station laborers and steamboat
hands. Cannibalism among them,
cording to Lieutenant Wester,is a part of
their funeral festivities. Upon the death
of any one of considerable importance,
it has been the custom to decapitate
about twenty slaves to accompany the
deceased person in the other world.
Half of each body is buried by the side
of the dead Mgala. and the other half is
cut up into small pieces and boiled for
the funeral feast. When half of the
water in the great kettles where the food
is preparing has evaporated, the feast is
regarded as ready, and the community
partakes of the banquet, consisting sole
ly of human flesh and vast quantities of
native beer. The Bangala formerly
waged inee-rant war upon their neigh
bors to provide victims for their funeral
feasts, but under the influence of the
whites cannibalism has largely dimin
ished in this great tribe, and in a few
years more it will probably disappear
entirely. These people, who did their
best to annihilate Stanley, and dinned
the word “meat” incessantly in the ears
of the little party as they chased them
down the river, are much elated by the
progress they are making under white
tuition, and they delight to yell “sav
ages, savages, - ’ at the old enemies thev
used to kill for food.
A little below the Bangala tribe Gren
fell and \ on Francois, three years ago,
found thousands of cannibals along the
thickly populated Tchuapa a fluent,
which they ascended for more than
tin ee hundred miles. These tribes, all
of whom speak the same language, did
not pretend to deny their weakness for
human flesh. They share with the
Manyema the peculiarity of preferring
to eat men, and they do not kill women
for food. They repeatedly offered to
give the explorers women slaves in ex
change for men, who they admitted
would he utilized as food. Von Fran
cois says they particularly coveted his
fat Boruki interpreter. Once some pre
sumptuous fellows surrounded the big
interpreter, pinched his arms, patted
him on the back, cried “Mefct! meat!”
and begged the whites to reward.theii
friendship by making them a present ol
the man.
About th’rly miles further down the
river the great Mobangi-Makua, the
largest northern tributary, pours its flood
into the Congo. Both near its sources
and its mouth dwell some of the most re
markable of cannibal tribes. On the up
per course of this great tributary are tho
famous Monbuttu, introduced to us by
Schweinfurth, who are in a state of con
stant war with their neighbors, and
whose principal game is men. When
Schweinfurth visited them human flesh
entered very largely into the habitual re
sources of their cuisine. They had the
greatest contempt for the tribes on three
sides of them, followed them simply as
game, killed as many of the enemy as
they could, smoked the flesh immediate
ly, and bore it away as provisions.
They preserved their prisoners for f uture
use. Schweinfurth collected more than
'2OO skulls of their victims. And vet
these cannibals are in the front rank ot
African peoples. Their friendship is
durable, their pledges are faithfully kept,
they build houses that hold a thousand
people, and their surprisingly developed
industries have been deemed worthy in
Germany of a costly book devoted to the
description and illustration of their arts.
It is a striking illustration of the
world’s ignorance for ages of the Dark
Continent that until within tire past few
years we have not had the slightest con
ception of the appalling extent of canni
balism in Africa. This is because we
have until recently known nothing
whatever of the great Congo basin, to
which the practice of anthropophogy in
Africa is almost wholly confined. —New
York Sun.
WISE WORDS.
Calamity is man’s true touchstone.
Fear is the tax that .conscience pays tc
guilt.
He who fears to undertake is already
defeated.
Everything good in man leans on what
is higher.
The reward of one duty done is the
power to fulfil another.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a
short, pithy sermon to the soul.
No pleasure is comparable to the
standing upon the vantage ground of
trulh.
The poorest education that teaches
self control is better than the best that
neglects it.
There is no fit search after truth which
does not, first of all. begin to live the
truth which it knows.
Purity of heart is that quick and sen
sitive delicacy to which even the very
thought of sin is o,.ensive.
Unle s we can cast off the prejudices
of the man and become as children
docile, and unperverted, we need nevei
hope to enter the temple of philosophy.
Nothing is so narrowing, contracting
hardening, as always to be moving in
the same groove, with no thought be
yond what we immediately see and heai
close around as.
No congress, nor mob, nor guillotine,
nor lire, nor all together, can avail to cut
out, burn or destroy the o fence of supe
riority in persons. The superiority in
him is inferiority in me.
Outward things don’t give, they draw
out. You find in them what you bring
to them. A cathedral makes only the
devotional feel devotional. Scenery re
tines only the tine-mindod.
How mankind defers from day to day
the best it can do, and the most beauti
ful things it can enjoy, without thinking
that some day must he the last one, and
that lost lime is lust eternity !
Shallow things are capable only of the
mystery of darkness. The most genuine
and profound tilings you may bring
forth into the fullest light, and let the
sunshine hatter them through and
through.
Higgins (meeting his friend "Wiggins
in restaurant) —“By Jove, Tom! 1
should think you’d be afraid to eat that
dish. It’s fatal!” Wiggins —“What’s
tho matter? It’s only spare ribs and
apple-sauce.” Higgins—“ \V¥ll, isn’l
that just what knocked out Adam?
Judge.
That unsightly excrescence commonly
called a wart can be removed by touch
ing it several times a day with castor oil.
This is the simplest known remedy.
NEWS AND NOTES I’OR 110 IEN.
Queen Victoria’s favorite co’or is blue
One of the coal weighers in Boston is
a woman.
The bustle must go. Mrs. Cleveland
is ag dust it.
j\ woman has arrived at Long Branch
with i 2 > dresses.
Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt pays her
physician $10,00!) a year.
boston UnUe-sity has women in its
highest governing board.
'I he Empire corsage i- worn be brides
maids and sometimes with good eifeet.
Mrs. Ernest Mart has taught the
peasantry of Donegal to weave woolen
goods.
White gowns must have some trim
ming of metal galloon in order to be
stylish.
In Japan 123 now schools and soeiet es
foi girls and women were established
during last year.
The open-me=h point d’esprit net is
more fashionable just now for a bride's
veil than illusion.
Miss Harriet P. Maine, seventy years
of age, is a clerk in the Treasury Depart
ment at Washington.
Gilt, silver, steel, white or red br.iiu l .
are u-ed to trim boating dresses, usually
in graduated widths.
A novel color combination is reseda
with terra-cotta, and both these colors
are combined with black.
Miss E. T. Wragg, of Charleston. S.
C., is gaining a reputation as the leading
woman engraver of Ameri a.
No heavy trimmings of any sort art
used. Velvets and plushes have nt
place on this season’s bonnets.
Bias folds of crape or foulard arc
chosen in Paris for neckwear in prefer
ence to either linen or ribbon.
For once fashion is patriotic, and
chooses the red, white and blue, either
all together or a combination of any two.
Susan B. Anthony says she is willing
to retire frem active work as a wornai
suffragist in favor of some one younger.
Many of the newest shot stuffs of woo
or silk are of red and orange, and the
result is a brown altogether indescriba
ble.
Mme. Nilsson, the operat’c artist, hat
just recovered from a long and annoying
deafness caused by abscesses in both
ears.
l ace nets in all sorts of colors, dotted
wish gold or silver, are very stylish for
bonnets, and have a very light, coo;
effect.
The Direetoire styles have extended
even to morning dresses, which even for
summer are composed of rich, heavy
materials.
Mrs. Julia Noyes Sticlcney goes with
the National Educational Association on
its California trip as a newspaper cor
respondent.
Vassar College has conferred the de
gree of LL. D. on Mrs. Catherine L.
Franklin, a Fellow of Johns Hopkins
University.
Black and gold is seen in some elegant
combinations on bonnets and hats this
season. Bright blossoms always tiimmiug
such head gear.
Suede color is a tan winch combines
very succe?sfully with gcfld, and is a
favorite color this season in both woolen
and silken fabrics.
Dressy co-tumes of silk are often made
with pinked-out edges, and a piastron
composed of silk scallops in layers com
pletes the corsage.
New Orleans has a bachelors’ benevo
lent association with a good bank ac
count. Its,investment is now a question
with the members.
Pretty frocks for little girls are made
of surah or other soft silks, and deco
rated with smocking and Torchon lace
of the finest quality.
Ribbons from four to eight inches wide
are now used upon hats and bonnets, and
some of the arrangements are astonish
ing, to say the least.
Some of the daintiest summer bonnets
are made of rows of straw insertion di
vided by puffings of black, white, cream
or pearl colored gauze.
Many entire bonnets are composed of a
single large bow of ribbon, with a full
front of gathered velvet, lace or lisse,
and a garniture of flowers.
Some forty-three descendants of Re
becca Nourse, “the pious witch of
picnicked in her honor at Danvers
Centre, Mass., the other day.
Wraps of shot faille beaded in cash
mere colors are newer than beautiful,
and should he chosen only by those who
have quieter garments in plenty.
Mrs. Moses Fraley, the wife of a mill
ionaire speculator of St Louis, wears
four gowns a day at Long Branch, and
never repeats a gown for three weeks.
Mrs. Ormiston Chant says her experi
ence as matron in a lunatic asylum has
been of great assistance to her in pre
siding over woman suffrage meetings.
Large flowers are a conspicuous feat
ure of many summer bonnets. Often
times the crowns are nearly concealed bv
loose petals of poppies, asters,roses, etc.
Belts of Russia leather or tan un
dressed kid, or tine kid in pale gray oi
blue shades, arc now imported. These
have buckles of cut steel, dull silver or
gilt.
Sentimental London ladies,to help the
starving Hindus, are sending out stufl
for their next season’s frocks, to be en
riched with the marvelous Oriental em
broidery.
Pearls have never be<?h so popular as
now, fashion’s demands including those
•f all colors, pink, brown, gray, black
and other shades, except the inferior
yellow ones.
Many new stuffs show stripes of rose
wood and lead color, cream, and peach,
plum anel rose color, brick red and old
gold, and the effect is delightfully soft
»nd harmonious.
Horse hair braids make the daintiest
and lightest of bonnets imaginable, be
ing fine and delicate in weave, they have
a very cool, transparent effect, which is
particularly appropriate to the hot days
of summer.
The British female’s sins against taste
continue to be as scarlet, for Wc are toid
upon good authority that she now gets
herself up for garden parties, picnics
“and sich” in gowns of red cotton, with
out regard to age, color or matrimonai
condition of servitude.