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A WINTER GARDEN. All through the winter on her window-sill I see a little garden smile and bloom, As though a waif of summer in the room Fin is refuge there safe front the bitter chill; The sunbeams love to linger there and fill The blos-om-urns with delicate perfume; There, for a space, the sun forgets tho gloom Of barren field and snow-enshrouded hill. And sh“ who tends it has a gracious mien, Her hair is white as is the moonlit snow, — A feeble woman, like the year, grown old. Ah, this is "Winter, in whose heart the green Of springtime and the blossom's ruddy glow Bleep warmly! Age wherein youth grows not cold! — F. D. Sherman, in American Majazine. CHANCE OBSERVATION, TV CTTABLES A. TLACF. One clay, while studying sun with my telescope, which was a fine and powerful instrument, it occurred tome to lit my terrestrial eye piece to the tube and amuse myself looking around the country. I had frequently tested the power of my glass by reading the time on a church clociv in a neigh Soring town, and count ing l ghtning rods on distant buildings and in various other ways, and I never tired of making fresh tests. ( nth s day I hid been through my routine, and, while sweeping the glass slowly around for fresh oojects of inter est, I saw, through a vista in a distant piece of woods, two men carrying a ■Small, but seemingly heavy trunk. 1 knew the woods perfectly, having become familiar with every square yard of it in my gunning expeditions. The sight of two men carring a trunk in the woods was singular enough to ex cite my curiosity. 1 speculated on their pioba' le errand, and, remembering that there was a railroad station not far from there, 1 decided that they were on their way to intercept a train. As I watched, the two men, putting the trunk down and using it for a seat, began an animated conve-sation, which, I judged, was an argument. My opinion was based on the r gestures and facial expressions, which I could see plainly. One of the men was much taller than the other, much better dressed, and hid much finer features. The other, who vas of low stature, but very powerful look ing, owing to a great breadth of shoul ■tiers and depth of chest, was dressed like a laborer. I could see these men so plainly that it seemed strange that I could not hear their voices; and I felt so much like an eavesdropper, that when they started simultaneously and looked in my direc tion, I instinctively shrank back to avoid observation. They must have heard some noise which startled them, lor they rose quick ly, and stood in attitudes which be tokened expectancy. They stood thus, alert, watchful and apparently listening, for a few instants, and then resumed their seats, as if what had disturbed them was no longer an object of anxiety. The tall man soon io=e, in a decisive sort of way, and the other, rather re luctantly, as I thought, walked away. I concluded that the tall man had sent him back for some forgotten piece of baggage. It seemed natural that the re lations of the two men should be those of master and servant; but I could not understand the equality indicated by the mutual labor of carrying the trunk, or the apparently familiar air of discussion. No; I was mistaken in my surmise; the servant, if he were such, had not gone more than a few steps; for here lie was again, bearing a pickaxe and spade. The tall man, in the meantime, had been walking about as if selecting a spot to bury the trunk, for he pointed to a large hollow beside a granite boulder, wheie the servant began digging, after having cleared away the leaves which had gathered there. While the servant was digging, the master sat on the boulder, wat hiug him at work, and smoking a cigar which I saw him take fiom a pocket cigarette .case and light. When the hole was ready, the two men lifted the trunk into it, and the short one covered it with the earth he had thrown out. and then carefully covered the place with leaves. The spot selected was a good one for ihe purpose, as the hollow merely looked .a little shallower than before. After the short man had carefully con cealed the tools beneath a pro ect ng part of the rock, and tilled the crevice with leaves, the two held a short conver sation and separated, goiDg in different directions—the tall man toward the rail road station, and the other in the direc tion from whi h they had come with the trunk Just as the men disappeared, I heard steps coming up the observatory stairs. I drew a long breath (as one does after having finished a chapter in an interest ing book), and, turning from my glass, saw a servant bringing me a telegram. It Lore the announcement of a near re lative’s death: and it drove fiom my mind all thought of the occurrence which had just engrossed my attention so thoroughly. As soon as I could get a train, I was on my way to a distant city, ■where I had to represent my family at the funeral of my late relsUve. Circumstances connected with busi ness pertaining to my relative’s estate detained me somewhat more than a month. Jroon after my return home, I heard of a robbery which had been committed in the neighboring town of , a month or mot e before, .dr. Hammond, a wealthy gentleman, who owned a tine place on the bank of the river, had been robbed of several thousand dollars’ worth of jewelry, silverware and other things, among which was a very fine collection of precious stones, both cut and uncut. No trace of the stolen articles had been found: nor had any clew to the identity of the burglars been discovered. Finding, by comparing dates, that the robbery was committed the night before I left lit me. 1 jumped at a conclusion: The men in the woods, whom I had seen making the strange burial of a trunk, were the jobbers,and were burying their plunder on the day following the rob bery. Thinking it a duty to inform Mr. Ham mond of what I had seen. I drove over to the npxt day, and called at his licuse; although personally we were un known to each other. I was ushered into the parlor by the servant, who took my card to his master, and I waited some time for his appearance. While think ing over what I should say by way of in troduction to the story I had come to tell, I was startled by seeing before me,in the doorway, one of the very men I had seen bury the trunk! It was the tall, well dressed one. Before I had recovered from the shock of surprise caused by the sight of him, j he advanced with the ease of a well-bred host and welcomsd me, calling me by name, and putting the matter beyond a doubt that this was Mr. Hammond him- i self. “I am very sorry to have kept you wait ing so long Mr. Brainard,” said he, seat ing himself near me, “but I have been busy with some men who have been out hunting for my missing gardener, who disappeared so mysteriously the day I e fore yesteiday. You may have heard about it.'” There was no doubt that this was Mr. 1 Hammond, the owner of the house; but what should I say to him? Tell him that I had seen him in the woods that day helping to . bury the treasure of which he had been robbed? No; that was too absurd.” Not being able now to speak of the motive for my call, I decided to answer his last words, and trust to the drift of the conversation to help me. So I an swered rather awkwardly “No, I had not heard ot your gar dener’s disappearance; but I heard last night for the first time of the robbery that occurred here about a mouth ago.” “Yes; that was as mysterious and in explicable as the disappearance of the gardener: but the latter occurrence has so engrossed my attention for the past two days, as to put the former almost out of my mind.” “What sort of a looking man was your gardener?” I asked, not knowing what to say, but wishing to say something. “A rather striking-lookiDg man on account of his powerful physique. He was not a tall man, being a trifie under the average height, in fact; but from his hips up, he was one of the strongest looking men I ever saw. Here, 1 can 6tiow you, much better than 1 can de scribe, how he looks.” Rising, Mr. Hammond walked to the corner of the room, and returned with a photograph of his house. The gardener had been taken in the view, and there he stood—the very man whom I saw in the woods, burying the trunk. I could not mistake that figure and face. A small head surmounted the shoulders. The face was plainly distinguishable in the picture and I could, without diffi culty, identify it as tho one 1 had seen through my telescope. Mr. Hammond probably noticed my critical examination of the picture, for he broke the silence which lasted during my long scrutiny, by asking: “Bid you ever happen to see him, Mr, Brainard?" “Yes,” said T, “and under circum stances so peculiar that to tell you about it was the sole object of this call.” “Indeed!” “I did not know until now,” I con tinued, “that he was your gardener, or that he had disappeared; but the day after the robbery at your house I saw this man,” tapping the photograph with my finger as I spoke, “with another man, m apiece of woods not far from here, (arring a trunk containing some thing heavy, and I saw this man dig a hole and bury the trunk.” “Another man do you say? Whati sort of a looking man?” asked Mr. mond, quickly. “By no means so striking in his indi viduality.” I replied. “He was taller than the gardener, I should say—” “And his face; did you see that? Could you recognize him?” “No,” said I, answering the last ques tion only, “I saw the whole affair with my telescope, from my observatory in by the merest chance, I was looking round the country with my terrestial eye piece, when I happened upon this scene in the woods.” It may have been my imagination which made me think Sir. Hammond breathed more easily. “What you have told me does much to clear up the mystery both of the rob bery and the disappearance of the gar dener. Strange, that we should not have thought of the relations these two events might bear to each other! But we had never suspected John in the slightest degree. To be sure, we have had him only a few mouths; but he has been sober, industrious and apparently trust- worthy in every way. We were much puzzled by the fact that the entry was made without violence. After what you have toldC'ie, it is very easy to see it all.” I did not know what to think of Mr. Hammond’s coolness in the matter. Was it all feigned; or was I dreaming that day? I began to doubt that I had seen the gardener, even; yet here was his likeness in my hand and here was the other man I had seen, sitting before me. Perhaps there might be some reason why Mr. Hammond wished these ewels to disappear, and perhaps, after having used his gardener to secrete them, he had quietly sent him away, knowing where to find him when he wished. ‘•By the way, Mr. Brainard, do you think you could go to that spot in the woods?” “Yes. indeed; I am familiar with every square foot of that ground, and have been many times at that very place. If you like, I will show you just where it is.” “The very thing I was about to re quest. If not too great a tax on your time and kindness. I would like to have you go with me, and show me where the rogues buried my jewels. Ah 1 Mr. Brainard, you do not know how much I feel the loss of those. No one but a col lector can appreciate that part of it.” His eye fairly sparkled with enthusi asm as he spoke of his collection, and tried to make me understand that the beauty and rarity which his specimens possessed were seldom equaled even in public collections. “Of course,” said he, “there will be no chance of recovering anything; but you know we might find some clew at the spot where the things were buried, which would lead to the>apprehension of the robbers. Can we drive there?” “No; the shortest and best way, as it seems to me, is to take a boat and drop do - , n the river to the nearest point and vra k from there.” We did so imme liately, and when we i,rri\ed at the place where I intended to ! lea the Mr. Hammond ex claimed : “Why, this is the very spot where the boat was found, when we were search ing for the gardener! It was the finding of the boat which led to the theory that John had come down here to bathe, ha 1 been taken with cramps and drowned. I have not favored that theory atall. John was not the sort of man to be drowned while swimming.” I was almost persuaded by the man’s manner and his evident willingness to go to tho that he wtts innocent of deceit “I am afraid this means that you will neverseeyour collection again. Mr. Ham mond,” 1 said. “The disappearance of the gardener, and the finding the boat here, are proof enough, to my mind, that he came here and dug up the treasure and went off with it.” “Of course, of course; I don’t expect to find anything here; but we may find a clew.” When we arrived at the opening in the woods and saw the bowlder on which I had seen Mr. Hammond sitting that day, the scene of a month ago came back so vividly that again I felt sure that this was the man whom I saw. I could not understand his self possession. Was he doing all this for a blind. He looked with much interest when I pointed out to him the top of my ob servatory, just peeping out over the trees, in the distance, and said: “How fortunate that you were study ing sun spots that day, Mr. Brain aril; but for that, it would have all been a mystery still.” Then turning to the rock, he Con tinued : “Is this Vtie place?” “Ye 3,” said I, somewhat surprised that he should have asked; for 1 was very sure that I had not told where the trunk was buried. Trying uot to show that I was sur prised, 1 said; “Let us look this place over carefully, before disturbing any of the leaves or earth.” We did so, and found nothing. “Now, we will see if the trunk has been dug up. I think if it had been,the place would not have been so carefully re-covered.” I then looked for the tools under the rock,and found them without difficulty. I went to work immediately, and began to scratch away the leave*, prt paratory to digging, when 1 saw something glitter among the leaves. “Ha! A clew.” I exclaimed, stooping to pick it up. It was an old-fashioned watch key— a large, oval piece of chalcedony, set in gold. Holding it up for Mr. Hammond to see, I said: “This rtiay lead to the discovery of the robbers, and possibly to the recovery of your property. He was silent. Looking up from the key in my hand I saw that he was deathly pale, and trembling violently. “Bo,” I thought, “at last, your self possession deserts you.” Feeling sure that the key belonged to him, and that he had dropped it there, I said: not belong to the gar dener, "So," he answered, altnost, a whisper; “that belonged to my father, and to my grandfather before h m.” “Oh! Then it was among the stolen jewelry? Jtoc rogues dropped it, when *liey buiioßer dug up the trunk.” At “No; it was not among the stolen things,” Mr. Hammond replied, in a measured sort of way. There was some thing about the tone of his voice, which had a sadness in it, I thought. Not liking to watch his discomfort, I began digging energetically. 1 had not dug far, when the spade struck some thing soft and yielding, yet with resist ance enough to stop the spade. I struck it again; and this time 1 uncovered what appeared to be cloth. Yes, it was cloth; and the next stroke showed it to be the sleeve of a man's eout, with a ghastly hand protruding from it. I jumped back with a cry of horror. At the same instant a similar exclama tion escaped Mr. Hammond’s lips. “This is work for the coroner,” said I. “And the hangman,” added Mr. Ham mond, in a whisper. My first thought was of the missing gardener; and I believed I was in the presence of the murderer as well as the murdered. (_ ould it be possible? If so. why had he come here and let the dis covery be made? Moreover, what mo tive could have induced him to kill the gardener ? These thoughts flashed through my mind, rapidly. Second thought caused me to look more clo-ely at the dead hand. Perhaps this was not the gardener after ali. No, it was not; most certainlvq this hand never did any work; the fineness of the skin and the appearance of the nails plainly showed that the hand was not that of a working man. Without further thought of coroners, I began to dig again, though very care fully new, and finally using my hands. Very soou I uncovered the unfortunate man’s face. Creat heavens! was I awake, or dream ing some horrible dream? Here, lying partly buried in the earth, were the face and form of Mr. Ham mond. Here was Mr. Hammond dead and buried. Here was Mr. Hammond, standing looking into his own grave, and trembling like an aspen. With an effort I convinced myself that I was awake and not dreaming. This wonderful likeness accounted for my cruel misjudgment of Mr. Ham mond. Yes; I could see that this man was older looking than Mr. Ilammond, now that I examined his face. Death had changed it somewhat, but I could swear to the identity of this man, and tho man who sat smoking a cigar on the rock. “Who is he;” I asked, feeling sure Mr. Hammond could answer me. “My brother.” “Killed by the gardener?” I said. “Yes; I fear so, and all for those miserable jewels. I must tell you a very sad story. Mr. Brainard, in order to ex plain this to you. My poor brother, here, was even more fond of jewels than I, and had a remarkable collection of his own, although mine excelled his in many particulars. Our mother, who, —yes, I must tell you—died insane, had the same passion for jewels, and I think trans mitted it to us. I have no doubt that my brother, in his mania to add my specimens to his own, bribed my man— whom he may have sent here months ago, for this purpose—to assist him. I feel sure that John killed him to get the jewels, as well as the bribe.” Mr. Hammond's unfortunate brother was buried in the family lot, after a coroner’s inquest, which found that he j came to his death by the means of some blunt instrument, in the hands of some one unknown to the jury. No one. save Mr. Hammond and my self, ever knew the motive of the mur derer. Nothing was ever heard of the gardener or the ewels. Detectives, privately employed by Mr. Hammond, reported that a man answer ing to his description sailed for Eng land, in an English barque which never arrived. Probably she foundered at sea, carring down with her the gardener and Mr. Hammond’s jewels.— Yankee Blade. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. The only color that can be determined by the sense of touch is blue. Persons who have had smallpox are peculiarly liable to tuberculosis. During the last year the output of the Walter A. Wood works, at lloosack Falls, N. Y., was 55,0U0 complete har vesting machines. A single shad produces 10,000 eggs, and only about 50u0 are hatched natur ally. By the artificial method 0800 are successfully hatched. A single attack of yeilow fever, how ever mild, mostly protects from future attacks. There is reason to hope that such protection might be gained by in oculation. Two hundred dollars per month is the amount of royalty said to be received by the inventor of the cement-like substance with which manufacturers of corncob pipes fill the interstices of the cobs. White birch is the favored wood in the manufacture of toothpicks, the wood be ing delicately white as well as sweet tef the taste,anti there is a constant demand for the goods at a little less than $2 a case of 150,000 picks. The abutments of a bridge over a river in Austria have settled twenty feet in the river bed since 188(5. As the settle ment progresses the masonry of the bridge is built wp correspondingly so as to maintain the same road level. The heavy rain which generally ac companies a thunderstorm has also the effect of cleariug the air by dissolving the noxious exhalations collected in it, and by mixing the purer air of the upper regions with that of the lower. San Francisco tanneries now turn out an annual product of over $1,000,000 value; there are twenty of them, using 4001) cords of wood in tanning vOO.OOO hides. The value of trunks manufac tured in that city is SBOO,OOO yearly,and the value of the fourteen glove factories per annum is $250,000. Experiment in transplanting the beau tiful Alpine flower, edelweiss, into the other mountain ranges of Europe shows that the tiower changes its character in a new home. In the mountains of Bo hemia it lias become a new species, bear ing red blossoms instead of the beautiful pure wnite blooms of wit/.erland. Notwithstanding the immense growth of the shoe business in the West, it is not probable that eastern manufacturers will suffer very much from competition. Every year there has beeu a great in crease in the number of cases sent out by New York. Boston and Philadelphia houses, and last year's business wa3 par ticularly good. Sulphate of copper is recommended for keeping posts and timber from de cay. Telegraph poles in Norway are said to be preserved by boring inch-holes about two feet from the ground, and fill ing with the sulphate of cooper crystals, afterward plugging the holes with wood. T«he crystals generally dissolve and per meate the wood, turning it a greenish color. A new Persian industry is the manu facture of hoar frost glass, which is covered with feathery patterns resemb ling those naturally produced upon win dow panes in cold weather. The glass is first given a ground surface, either by the sand-blast or the ordinary method, and is then coated with soft varnish. The varni-h contracts strongly in dry ing, taking with it the particles of glass to which it adheres, and this reproduces very accurately the branching crystal of frostwork A single coat gives a delicate effect, and several coats yield a bold de sign- Why Prescriptions arc Mysterious. “Why do you write prescriptions in those hieroglyphics ” I asked a doctor. “To save the patients a lot of worry. If I were to write this in plain terms so that you could read it, you’d be scared to death. You don't know what it is and you take it with a certain curiosity. If you knew all about it you would per haps throw it away or think it couldn’t do you any good or something,” “Or find out that I’m paying seventy five cents for five cents worth of drugs.” “Sometimes. But druggists have got to keep these things; they cost a good deal of money sometimes, and some of the n don't keep long and have to be thrown away. Some of them are very rarely used, but they have to be kept in stock. Besides if 1 wrote the prescrip tion out in ordinary terms some people would be afraid the drug store clerk would know what’s the matter with them, and they think the hieroglyphics keep it secret. Y"es, there are many reasons for not writing prescriptions plain. — San Francisco Chronicle. Bowie-Knives. The “bowie-knife'’ was invented by Rezim Bowie, who was bdrn in Tennes see, but it was never intended by him to be aught else but a hunting knife. Dur ing a chase after wild cattle in the Atta kapas, a cow, with which he was en gaged in combat, caught his knife with her horn, and, drawing it through his hand, very nearly cut his thumb off. On his return home he had made by his own plantation blacksmith, a knife with a piece placed across the hilt, so as to pre vent a recurrence of the acident. His friends saw and liked the knife, and he had many made and presented to them. It obtained its name from the fact that James Bowie, a brother of the inventor, very nearly met with a serious accident on account of his gun failing to co off during some hunting expedition. Rezim then gave him his knife, remarking: “Take old Bowie, Jim; she never fire." THE EMPRESS OF JAPAN. APPEARANCE AND DAILY HABITS OF THE EMPEROR S WIFE- A Handsome Woman of Unusual Intellectual Attainments How She Occupies Her Time. Frank G. Carpenter says in a Tokio letter to the New York World that the Empre-s of Japan is just about as old as her husband (thirty-eight years). She is a full head shorter than the average American woman and has a slender figure, very straight and very dignified. Bhe appreciate) her position and walks like an Empress. It is now more than a year since she adopted foreign clothes, and her jet-black hair is combed in for eign style and a foreign waterfall sits upon her shapely crown. Bhe has a fine complexion, much lighter than the or dinary Japanese, and she ha 3 that drooping of the lower lip which is a mark of Japanese beauty. The only pictures that are now procur able of her are those in her old court dress, but these give a fair idea of her features, and her face is decidedly aristocratic. “She does not,” says the Court Chamberlain, “paint her lower lip nor blacken her teeth, as was the former custom of Japanese wives, and she wears now a stra ght bang of hair across her forehead.” Her first European costumes, so a society lady of Tokio tells me, were ordered from Germany, but the Germans d.d not feel competent for the task and sent her measure to Worth at Paris. The clothes were made and shipped back to Berlin, and the German dressmakers there exposed them as their own and all of the capital of Germany was called in to inspect the clothes which the Empress of Japan was about to wear. Such au action would hardly be possible in the case of a European queen, and I have heard it condemned with much indignation here. At present I am told that the Empress buys her clothes, as far as possible, in Japan. She is a thorough little Japanese queen, and she is anxious to do every thing to advance her own people. “She is,” in the words of the Court Chamberlain, “especially interested in Japanese women, and she tries to pro mote their advancement in every way. She is very charitable, and she is espe cially patron of the Red Cross Society and of the Tokio Charity Hospital. She often visits the hospital and her influ ence is given for the good. At the late eruption of Bandaisan she sent money at ouce to relieve the sufferers from the volcano, and she is especially interested in the education of Japanese women. There is a female school attended by the girls of the nobles, which is known as the Empress’s school. She watches very closely over this, and one of the pict ures upon its walls consists of some poetry written by her. The Empress of Japan is a fine Chinese scholar, and she is one of the best poets in the Empire. Many of her poems have been set to music and have been used as national songs, and quite a number of them have been published in the Japanese news papers.” “Tell me something of the daily life of the Empress,” said I. “She has,” replied the Court Chamber lain, “an establishment of her own, and it is quite a large one. She has her maids of honor, ner private secretaries and the ladies of the court to deal with. Her morning is occupied by the reading and writing of lette.s. She attends to the supervision of her various charities through others chiefly, and in the after noon she devotes herself to social duties. She receives at this time the wives of the Ministers and the Princesses who may call upon her, and if they come at the proper time these sometimes take tea with her. She sometimes invites these ladies to meetings to discuss mat ters relating to the charity hospital, and she has a Grand Marshal and a Chamberlain. She is, you know, the first Empress of the new order of things, even as the Emperor is the first Emperor. She wears but little jewelry, though she has some diamond rings and bracelets. She is a fine horse back rider, and often takes a turn on one ot the horses of the imperial stables. Sho wears a European riding habit and sits her horse well.” The Emperor, the Empress and the Crown Prince make up the royal family, or at least the three most important mem bers of it. Each of the-e three has, as I said, an establishment of his own inside of the palace grounds. The Crown Prince is heir-apparent to the throne. He is the son ot the Emperor by Mme. Yanagiwara. and not by the Empress Ilaruko. The Mikado of Japan has the right to twelve wives in addition to the Empress, and the children of these, in case of the failure of issue by the Em press, have the right to the throne. They are all legitimate and noble, and it is to these wives in times past that the noblest of the court families of to day date their origin, Very little is known about them outside the royal pala e. These wives do not appear at the Court ceremonies, and I am told that each has her little establishment inside of the palace grounds. They are a part of the constitution of the royal family, and in the directory of Japan for this year I find that the Emperor has had by them nine children, though all with the exception of three of these have died. Children thus born have nothing to do with their mothers, and the young Prince was brought up apart. I asked the Court Chamberlain about this de partment of the palace. He would say nothing, and said it was not proper for him to discuss such a private wuifcoi of the Emperor’s. King of Forgers Now a Book Agfut. One of Wall street’s most interesting figures the other day was George Bid well, whose forgeries for $5,000,000 and upward on the Bank of England and other English moneyed institutions gave him the title of the “King of Forgers.” Bidwell’s mission among the bankers and bank officers now is as the advance agent for his book, containing a confession and history of the great London Bidwell went among all the great firms with a subscription paper and got the signatures of some of the biggest bank ing firms in the neighborhood. In the majority of cases the firm’s signature is the one that is attached to checks and drafts, and the singular feature of thus intrusting the ki ig of forgers with the official signature of the firm was com mented upon. THE WAY OF THE WORLD. There wro beautiful songs that we never sing And names that arG never spoken, There are treasures guarded with jealous care And kept as a secret token, There are faded flowers and letters dim AVith the tears that have rained above them, For the fickle words and faithless hearts That taught us how to love them. There are sighs that come in our joyous hours To chasten our dreams of gladness, And tears that spring to our aching eyes In hours of thoughtful sadness. For, the blithest birds that sing in spring NVill flit the waning summer. And lips that we k ssed in fondest love AA’iil smile on the first new comer. Over the breast where the lilies rest Iu white hands still forever, The roses of June will nod and blow, Unheeding the hearts that sever, And l ps that quiver in silent grief, All words of hope refusing. A\ T i!l lightly turn to the fleeting joy 3 That perish with the using. Summer blossoms and winter snows, Love and its sweet elysian, Hope, like a siren dim and fair, Quickening our fainting vision; Drooping spirit and failing pulse, Where untold memories hover, Eyelids touched with the seal of death, And the fitinl dream is over. HUMOR OF THE DAY. “Bound in calf”—Veal. Caught on the lly—Trout. Two physicians are a paradox. The burning question—Smoke. Fireside companion—The poker. A loan fellow—The pawnbroker. Uu popular preserves—Jim-jams. A writ of attachment—A love letter. (dd maids know what a mis-spent life means. The oldest and most inveterate smoker in history is \ esuvius. It is the astronomer who most fre quently rises to observe. When a man doubles his fists you can hardly say he has four hands. There is a resemblance between books and real estate. Both have titles. The man who lives from hand tc mouth should not have far to go for his dinner. To make a Eussian name—imitate the “tchug” of a bull frog, give one sneeze and say “ski.” Honor and respect the usy bee. Once full, he makes straight for home. —New York Newt. A young New England baby was named William after his father, w'lro was bilious. —Harper's Bazar. The manufacturers of perforated chair seats have combiued. Their object can be seen through, and will be sat upon. A barking dog is the most courteous of all animals. He makes liis bow to every passer-by.— Bing/u.mton repub lican. .Money can slip through a pretty small hole sometimes. A Brooklyn man lost a considerable sum lately through a pew rent. All the street cars have a sign “no smoking,” and yet any conductor will help a womau to a light.— New York World. A good many of the cashiers who are settling in Canada are those who have neglected to do any settling over here.— New York News. Woman (to tramp)—“How’s the soup?” Tramp—“’Tain’t quite strong enough, ma’am. I wish you would wash a few more dishes in it.” Waiter—“ You want frogs, eh?” Guest—“ Not zee whole animaile, I want zee. vat you call him— zee drumsteeks. —Philadelphia Record. Brown—“ Did you dispose of that last lyric you wrote?” Young Byrou—“O yes, I got it off on the publishers for a song.— " Yankee Blade. Duluth people say that that city is growing so rapidly that, sitting down in .the suburbs, with the city against the skyline, you can see it grow. “It requires only two things to run a successful campaign, ’ said the politi cian. “And what are they?” asked a bystander. “Dollars and sense.” Tramp, picking up a five cent piece— “A bloody nickel, hum! Wasn’t nothin’ but a Jonah all my life. Anybody else but me ’a pick'd up that nickel and it ’a been a quarter, sure.” (Sighs). Shakespeare was slightly mixed in his “seven ages.” It is the “whining school boy” whom the maternal eye has detected in some flagrant act of dis obedience that “shifts into the slippered l pantaloon.” Leader of the Boggsville male quintet to editor of the Boggsville lJerald— “What can we do to interest the public in our organization?” Editor (withoui looking up)-—“Disband.” BurlingM Free Press. A baby girl in Missouri has been named Rainbow. Sixteen years hence, when she is caught in a summer shower, she should feel very much at home, although she would then be a little rain deer.— Norristown Herald. They say the German Emperor Is spoiling to pitch in; He sharpens up his spurs and longs To make the sawdust spin. “Who wants to pit a cock against The Bantam of Berlin?' 1 —Burlington Free Press. 1 Lawyer—“So that is the entire list oil your debts?” Insolvent Manager— “ Oil no; there are mauy other little items.'! Lawyer—“ Don’t you want me to ad® them in detail?” Manager—“Ao; jui® say, for further particulars see sms® bills. ” — America. An exchange wants the name of th! man who invented the wheelbarrow® but what many more persons crave is tb® name of the man who lets his wheel* barrow stand in.the middle of the sid«# walk after dark. The latter is mow deserving of death. —Norristown HeralM “Did that lady buy anything?” askej the jeweler of his new boy, as the la® in question left the store, apparently * a temper. “She did not. She ask# me for an old gold breast pin, and® asked her if she took this store for a jufv shop. Then she went out.”— Jewel I ,SP Weekly. Mrs. Amelie Rives-Chanler is havic? a SIOOO gown constructed by a fashiO 1 able Aew York dresunaker.