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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.