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SUNDAY MORNING.
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IF I SHOULD DIF. TO-NIGHT.
(Authorship Disputed.)
If I should die to-night,
My friends would look upon my quiet face
Before they laid it in its resting-place,
And deem that death had lere it almost
fair;
And laying snow-white flowers against
my hair
Would soothe it down with tearful tender
ness,
And fold my hands with lingering caress,
Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night.
If I should die to-night,
My friends would call to mind, with lov
ing thought,
Some kindly deed the icy hands had
wrought;
Some gentle word the frozen lips had said.
Errands on which the willing feet had
sped.
The memory of my selfishness and pride,
My hasty words would all be put aside,
And so I should lie loved and mourned to
night.
THE POET “ANON.”
By C. B. De Camp.
JOHN r. HOUGH owned me
chair factory, itud devoted his
life to tile promotion of its pros
perity. He was fifty-five years
old, square-headed and firm of Up, and
esteemed as one of the most successful
citizens of Dorhampton. He had be
gun life on a farm, saved money until
he had sufficient to begin a smuil busi
ness of chair-mending, and from the
first he had prospered. In addition
to the chair factory lie possessed a half
interest in the opera-house, and was
one- of the chief shareholders in the
Dorhampton street railroad. The name
of John I’. Hough was synonymous
•with success. He was a man who hud
made himself wliat he was legitimate
ly. before the eyes of his fellow-towns
men ; his ai.triument was In a measure
the town’s attaint lent. He was re
spected, admired.
He lived In a large white house with
a cupola, and every week-day morning
he walked to the chair-factory, situated
on the edge of Dorhampton, and
walked home at noon to his dinner.
He hod a wife and one child, a son,
twenty-two years old, named Herbert,
whom he had sent to the best college
that his son knew of. Mrs. Hough
was a large woman with a plain, florid
face. She would have been singled
out by a stranger from among the
women of Dorhampton as the wife of
John I'. Hough.
On Sundays Mr. Hough attended
church with his wife, and after a
hearty dinner, if the weather was flue,
he walked out alone into the country,
©ftenest in the direction of Kramer’s
woods, a considerable tract of timber
two miles from town. He looked about
him as he walked; at the trees, at the
sky, at the wide meadows ovei‘ which
cloud shadows swept. Once he stopped
to watch a calf frisking about it*
mother. Again he paused to listen to
chirp of a bird on the telegraph wire.
He stood with Ills head on one side,
his large hands hidden in the pockets
of his smooth gray overcoat. Reach
ing the woods, he proceeded slowly,
stopping often, nml sometimes seating
himself on a log. lie followed the
flicker of a red squirrel’s tail; stooped
over a pale forest flower; stroked a
cushion of delicate moss at the base
of a decaying stump.
On one occasion a tree, recently
fallen, engrossed his attention for a
long time. He observed the withering
leaves, some of them brown and brit
tle, others with a green patch of per
sisting life at their base. He followed
the far sweep of the branches, and sur
veyed the screen of roots higher than
his lint. Finally lie seated ldmself on
a short stump near by and took from
liis pocket some sheets of notepaper.
Ho held a pencil tightly near the lead,
and put it frequently to Ids lips. Then,
recrossing his legs, he wrote, on the
uncertain support of his knee:
Alas, you have fallen, O king
Of the forest! No longer will ring
Tile song of the birds in your branches.
He erased writing for a time atul
compressed bis lips. He scratched out
“branches” and wrote over it “leaves.'’
Then he proceeded:
The winter's cold storm when It heaves
Through the forest will miss your
strong might
That resisted it all through the night.
Through many a gale you have stood,
frond monarch of all In the wood.
But at last the buffet of Fate
Hag brought you to this fallen state.
He read over what he had written,
and resumed his contemplation of the
uprooted tree. Then lie put the paper
and pencil iu his pooket and walked
home, his eliin sunk on his cravat.
In the evening, after his wife had
gone upstairs to bed, be spread out the
notepaper under the sitting-room lamp
and wrote, with occasional erasures:
So man, who has riches and might.
(Believes himself strong for the tight.
He has weathered the gales of life
And expeets to last all through the
strife.
But. alas, the time comes when he. too.
Will find that his triumph Is through.
'And he. of whom people have thought
There was no one so powerfully
wrought.
Will be swept from his place by a
breath.
The breath that we mortals call Death.
I He copied the lines on • sheet of
If I should die to-night,
Even hearts estranged would turn once
more to me,
Recalling other days remorsefully;
The eyes that chilled me with averted
glance
Would look upon me as of yore, perchance,
And soften, in the old familiar way;
For who could war with dumb, unconscious
clay?
So I might rest, forgiven of all, to-night.
Oh. friends. I pray to-night.
Keep not your Liases for my dead, coid
brow—
The way is lonely, let me feel them now.
Think gently of me; 1 am travel worn;
My faltering feet arc pierced with many a
thorn.
Forgive, oh hearts estranged, forgive, 1
plead.
When dreamless rest ia mine I shall nol
need
The tenderness for which I long to-night.
foolscap, writing in a tall, back-slanting
hand, quite different from the short,
square characters on the notepaper. In
making the copy he used a pen with
a porcelain handle, which he dipped
in an Ink-bottle covered with led
leather. He had taken these from be
hind a clock on the mantel. At the
top of the sheet lie wrote, "On a Fallen
Tree,” and at the bottom, beneath the
last line, to the right, the word "Anon.”
He placed llie paper if an envelope,
which he adilPPßsed in the same tall
back hand tq the editor of the Dor
bamptou Bugle Call.
Some time in the week following Up
lines "On a Fallen Tree” appeared on
the editorial page of tli'e Bugle Call.
Mr. Hough bought two copies of the
paper that day, putting one of them
In the inside pocket of his coat. When
alone that evening he cut out the
verses with the scissors from his wife's
work-basket, und slipped them into an
old wallet which contained many other
clippings of verse signed "Anon.”
Once the Bugle Cull directed atten
tion editorially to these anonymous
contributions. It asked, “Who is our
poet?” But the answer was not forth
coming. There was considerable in
terest in the question,and the unknown
author was sometimes referred to as
the “sweet singer Anon.” Several of
the Dorhampton women of known lit
erary bent were suspected of having
written 1 lie poems, but they disavowed
the authorship of them. The contri
butions to the Bugle Call increased In
number.
Herbert Hough brought a college
friend with him when he returned
home for the mid-year vacation. Mr.
Hough rarely took his eyes off Her
bert. He noted the careless way liis
son threw a leg over the arm of a
chair; the independent manner lu
which he thrust Ills hands Into his
pockets when standing before the fire.
He listened to debates between Her
bert and bis friend concern itffc the
value of certain studies, and his firm
lips parted and his tight jaw dropped.
Whenever Herbert said "Political
Economy” or “Renaissance," his father
would curve the toe of his boot up
ward and his face would express pro
found attention. Herbert and his
friend talked a great deal about lit
erature in an esoteric way, praising
and damning the lilc-work of authors
whose very name the elder Hough liad
never heard mentioned. Upon Herbert
remarking that a certain classic writer
“made liim his father said. “1
should think they'd know better than
to teach you about him.”
One evening, shortly after the young
men had arrived, Mr. Hough, on re
turning from the chair-factory, tossed
a copy of the Bugle Gall on the sitting
room table. It was folded with the
editorial page outward. After supper,
when they were seated about the table,
lie regarded the newspaper both ex
pectantly and uneasily. lie also
watched liis sou. Herbert was moving
around the room restlessly, hands in
pockets. At length lie approached the
table and picked up the paper mechan
ically.
"Now, Stove." he said to his friend,
"if you are good I'll read you some
moving journalism. This Dorhampton
paper is really better than a comic
weekly.” He glanced over the edi
torial page until liis attention was sud
denly arrested. He read for a moment,
and then burst into a shout of laugh
ter.
“Oh. dear!" he gasped. “This is bet
ter than 1 expected. Now listeu to it.
This is printed not as a joke, but
seriously." H t > begau to rend:
bird, little bird, are you cold.
I'p there on the telegraph wire?
"'bile 1 atu wrapped in an overcoat
And have a Warm lire?”
The reading was interrupted by an
explosion of laughter from Herbert's
friend.
"Do you wonder why I wear a hat.
While you have naught oft your head?
Are you thinking that when the night
comes
You are homeless, but 1 have a bed?
“Or is it perhaps for a mate
lhat you twitter so softly and sweet' 1
Cheer up. little bird, the Sprite's
coming,
\\ hen birdies with lovers will meet.'*
“This." said Herbert, in a choking
voice, “is called. What Say, Little
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
Bird?* and it is signed ‘Anon.’ Well. I
Bhould hope so.” He threw the paper
to his friend, and lay helpless from
laughter in a chair.
“Oh, say, dad,” he cried, when be
could regain his voice, “you ought to
get out an injunction against that
sort of thing. That’s criminal.”
Mr. Hough was sitting in the shadow
beyond the circle of lamp-light, one big
hand smoothing his leg.
“Don't yon think—don’t you think it
is good?” he asked.
“Oh, dad ” Herbert was at a
loss for words. “Well, it’s natural
that you shouldn’t see it the way we
do, because you have never bothered
your head about poetry and that sort
of thing. But this stnff is so rotten
that It’s good. That’s about the size
of it.”
Herbert took the paper from the
tabie and cut out the poem with bis
penknife. "I am going to make a great
hit with this when we go back," he
said.
An hour or so later the young men
left the house. Mr. Hough sat long in
the shadow, liis hands on his knees.
“Are you coming upstairs, John?”
called liis wife from above.
“After a hit, mother.”
He opened a small safe in the corn* 1 !
of the room and took from it the wal
let. It was almost filled with clippings
from the columns of the Bugle Call.
He pulled the clippings out, and with
out examining them thrust them into
the dying coals of the grate fire. The
paper turned black slowly, and a spiral
of smoke rose from it.. He knelt on
the fender and blew the blackening
paper into flame, and as he blew a
tear rolled down to the corner of his
lips.—Harper’s Weekly.
CAVE-DWELLERS OF ENCLAND.
Troglodyte* Ar Not Vet Extinct In the
I'nileil Kingdom.
Although there Is nothing Inherently
improbable in the circumstance. It is
not generally known that the race of
the troglodytes is not yet extinct, and
that there are at present quite a num
ber of cave dwellers in modern Brit
ain. This is the title of an entertain
ing contribution in the Windsor Maga
zine by "York Hopewell,” who de
scribes and illustrates a number o 2
these modern cave dwellings. The in
hnbitants are by no means half-sav
ages. At Kinver Edge, near Birming
ham, are two rows of modern villa resi
dences, formed mainly out of the “itn
tnemorlal caves hollowed out of the
hills,” witli stone front projections.
Thesedwellings are said to be “far more
comfortable and luxurious than the
less original residences to lie found in
more pretentious neighborhoods." The
rooms are "spacious and rainproof,”
and the people of Envllle, we read,
"as the village formed by these bouses
is called, are justly proud of their
quaint homes, and speak with patriotic
affection of Holy Austin Rock, the
stone from which their dwellings are
hewn.”
There are several remarkable cave
dwellings at Knaresborough, in York
shire, the "proprietor” of which has
adorned the various levels of his hill
side cave home with battlements and
calls It Fort Montague. At Areley
Kings, in Worcestershire: Seaton, near
Exeter; Seaham, on the Durham coast;
Stourtnn Castle; Castle Hill, Dudley;
and elsewhere are other homes of mod
ern troglodytes; and at l.ndaig, near
Oban, is a cave fitted up and for a long
time used ns a place of worship. The
writer of this Interesting article avers
that “it is no exaggeration or perver
sion of the truth to say that there are
many eaves in the Fnitod Kingdom
which are much better fitted for human
habitation, and would tie far healthier
and roomier for a family (assuredly
“roomier”), than are some of the mod
ern jerry-built erections that our
crowded towns and villages are so fa
mallnr with at the beginning of the
twentieth century."—London Daily
News.
Cowi, Their f ile*-* ami Dinllke*.
“Cows have their likes and their
dislikes,” said the milkmaid to tin
summer hoarder who was curious tc
see every part of the farm.
“For instance, a cow admires a horse,
and will s uir.d and watch one for a
long time. Site is sort of timid about
him. but site admires hint just tin
same. She has a contempt for a mule,
and seems io he amused by bis antics.
Hogs she tolerates, that's all. And
sheep, she hates. She will not eal
grass where shop have been. Sin
bates dogs. too. but will tolerate the
shepherd dog, because site knows she
simply has to, and that the shepherd
dog will not bile her.
“Cattle go wild at being let into a
fresh pasture." added the milkmaid
"It seems to go to their heads. Each is
afraid that the other has got a better
feeding place than herself, and tries
to drive her neighbor away.”
“Then there is a good deal of human
nature in the cow. after all.” mused
the summer hoarder, who had studied
a year qr two at a university, and was
given to philosophical reflections.
"Well. I should smile,” answered the
milkmaid. "A single eotv with a calf
will boss a. whole herd of steers,” and
swinging her pail over her arm, she
went down to the milking pens.—New
York Tribune.
lowest Kind of landless Chain.
The latest form of the endless chain
Is that devised by a contributor to the
English newspapers who incloses with
his articles a polite letter and twe
dozen stamps. If the article is found
to he unsuitable he wishes the editor
to use one of the stamps in forwarding
it. with the lettef and remaining
stamps, to the next one on a list ot
twenty-four other editors, who is re
quested to do the same, and so on un
til stamps aud editors are equally ex
hausted.
SOML CELEBRATED
AMERICAN OUTLAWS
• Harry Tracy Only One of a Class
Who Have Achieved Noto
riety in This Country.
Leading London papers for over a
month have been receiving loug cable
dispatches from this country about
Harry Tracy. He was an internation
al character before bis death. But he
Is only one of the celebrated outlaws
whom this country lias produced.
Quantrell was the first of the modern
outlaws. He began on the Southwest
ern border before the war. His orig
inal band, formed in 1859, was com
posed of eight men. But in six months
it had grown to thirty men, of which
Cole Younger, of the dreaded Younger
brothers, made one. Cole's brother got
in later, and it was not until the pres
tige of Quantrell had been dimmed
that this precious pair gained wide no
toriety.
Quantrell graduated several delecta
ble pairs of outlaws from bis band.
Of these the best known were of course
the James boys. One day when Jesse
James was sixteen years of age and
liis brother Frank was eighteen, some
militiamen conceived It to be for the
good of the community that they
should publicly chastise tile brothers.
They caught the boys on their moth
er’s farm in Clay County, Kentucky,
and whipped them well.
The immediate effect of the punish
ment was to cause tne James brothers
to enlist under Quantrell, from whom
presumably they learned much that
stood them well in the many pursuits
of which they were the object. The
whole world heard of their daring ex
ploits, of their many escapes, often
when capture seemed to be certain; of
the raids carried on by them long after
Quantrell had retired from the field
and the Younger brothers had ceased
to lie notorious, how it was found im
possible to capture tlipm until the day
when Hod Ford, a relation and in their
eoufidtiice. shot Jesse from behind
while (lie latter was dusting a picture
on the wall of liis home.
The Southwest breathed easier when
Jesse James fell, for his death put an
end to the long career and pursuit of
his brother Frank, as wcil as himself.
Frank James settled down in St. Louis
and to his great credit led thereafter a
respectable life.
But the attitude of Billy the Kid
more nearly approximates that of
Tracy than did that of Jesse James.
Billy, whose right name was William
Bonne, whose deeds and misdeeds have
supplied subject matter for more than
one penny dreadful, was a New York
waif, who. while still young, was taken
to Indianapolis, where lie was raised.
He ran away from home one day. and
ever after gave himself up to that
thirst for notoriety which character
ized him. His first “enemy” was John
Chisum, Ills employer, whom he swore
to kill for a trifling matter of a dispute
over wages.
In the East he. at his age. would
probably have been clapped iuto jail
along with Jesse Pomeroy and other
youngsters with a thirst for blood, but
on the edge of Death’s Valley men
rather believed in the right of the ven
dettist to create bis own laws. He be
came the most feared man in the
Southwest, and he was careful to fos
ter his reputation.
His vanity was great, arid it con
stantly fed upon itself, until almost no
risk was too great for him to run. He
walked into towns, killed his men. r.no
openly defied arrest. General Lew Wal
lace met him while the authuv of "Ben
Ilur” was Governor of New Mexico,
and arranged to have him testify at
a coming trial, lie submitted to arrest
and was placed in jail heavily hand
cuffed at his own request. This was
either vanity or a desire for obvious
reasons to contribute to the desperate
character of his reputation.
None of the jailers was in the secret
of liis arrest, yet oue day he announced
that he was tired of Jail life.
The handcuffs dropped front nis
wrists, the doors opened, and he rode
away. They said it was hypnotism,
but later, when ho was actually cap
tured in earnest by Sheriff Garrett and
confined to Lincoln County Jail, New
Mexico, after being sentenced to death,
it was not hypnotism that got him
off.
Nine men stood guard over him. and
there was not a moment when at least
one was not watching him. When he
was sentenced he told the Judge he
would never hang, and it was so. One
day he caught the sentinel who was
supposed to watch him off liis guard.
It was at meal time on the day before
that set for the execution.
The cue man at dinner with him
leaned over to pick up something. Billy
brained him instautly with his man
acles, and picking op the dead man's
revolver, marched bokily from the jail.
Again he began bis roving life, defying
pursuers right and left, and yet appar
ently not taking even ordinary precau
tion. Some time afterward he was
shot and killed by Sheriff Garrett, who
had sworn to take him dead or alive.
Another career similar to that of
Sraey’s was that of Newt Vorce, who
got into a shooting scrape with Deputy
Sheriff G. B. Hollingsworth near Deer
Trail. Col., in ISS7. The shooting of
the Sheriff and of another man named
Amos Cnntly fired his vanity, and he
started out as a professional “bad
man.” killing right and left. A posse
got after him, and he kept dodging
them in the vicinity of Deer Trail. He
.■night have got away many times, but.
like Tracy, he preferred to circle round
and round like a fox.
He terrorized the community at night
and hid by day, but at last he was lo
cated in a dwgout not ten miles from
the scene of his crimes. He was
smoked out and captured and sen
tenced to fourteen years in prison for
murder in the second degree. He was
pardoned in 1892 by Governor Routt.
It was not long before he was at his
old tricks again. He was convicted of
assault with inteut to kill in Novem
ber. 1803. was given another sentence
of ten years, and is still in jail—New
York Times.
America ItoMiing England of Trade.
John Bull is naturally proud of his
colonies, and if there is one thing he
does boast of it is his inter-colonial
trade relations with the mother coun
try, which he confidently hopes will
prove no mean factor in his future com
mercial rivalry with America. If re
mained for a straggling Englishman,
who the other day found himself curi
ously wandering about the .Erie Basin,
in Brooklyn, to discover to his amaze
ment the fallacy of such a theoretical
assumption. It happened thus; In a
dock he noticed a fine-looking steamer
bearing the nuiqa of Ripley and bailing
from Loudon. His patriotism impelled
him to go alongside. In the course of
liis Inquiries he found that she was
bound for Australia with a mixed
cargo. On asking wbat the mixed
cargo comprised he was shown, to liis
astonishment, bicycles, barbed wire,
pianos, organs, paper, machinery,
drosses, clothing, coal. etc. His con
sternation arrived at its climax when
lie was told by the chief officer that he
had come from Newcastle in ballast:
Newcastle. England, mark you. and ir
ballast, to take a load of goods (produc
ible in England) from America to a
British colony!
Care of the Eye*.
An authority on the care of the eyes
emphasizes the fact that in this day
of reckless misuse of the eyesight flit
rules laid down must consist of warn
ings regarding things to be avoided,
says Woman’s Life. His advice is in
the main as follows:
First—Do not use the eyes in poor
light. Second—Do not have the body
in the way of the light, nor the light
directly in front. One is almost as bad
as the other. The light should fall
without interruption from one side.
Third—Do not use the eyes much when
recovering from illness, or when very
tired. Fourth—Do not use Hie eyes till
they become wat y. or •fow signs of
indistinctness of vision. Fifth—Do
not work with head bout over. This
tends to gorge the vessels of the eyes
with blood, and produce congestion.
Sixth—Do not read lying fiat on the
back or reclining, unless the hook is
supported in the same relative angle
ami position as when erect. This is
so difficult to do that It Is better not tc
attempt it. Seventh—Do not go a
single day without glasses after you
should put tli -m on.
Things That Kefvli Mr. Itcfirl.
Peter Beffel. a carpenter and contrac
tor, of Racine, Wis.. can no doubt lay
claim to having met with a larger num
ber of accidents in Ids lifetime, and
still live to tell ic, than most persons In
the world.
Beffel is about fifty years of i:ge.
Thirty odd years ago his misfortunes
commenced when both hands were ter
ribly ripped by a buzz saw. Recover
ing from tliis, both of liis ankles were
broken by a fall from a house. Next
in order several ribs were broken. then
his left arm and later the right arm.
llis head was cut open and jaw broken
by a fall.
I* or a time his misfortunes ceased.
Less than two years ago both of his
legs were broken at Milwaukee, and be
was crushed about the body so that
few bones were whole. It took over a
year to get around. Shortly after he
fell from a step ladder and was injured
dangerously internally. Now he again
lias a broken arm, having been injured
at Kenoslia.
Beffei said that he did not believe lie
had a whole bone in his body.—Mil
waukee Sentinel. 0P
Frcal:* of Etiquette.
In the domains of royalty the rigid
observance of ancient customs is not
altogether without its humorous aspect.
Iu the Spanish Court it is the custom
on the birth cf a royal infant to place
the offspring of royalty upon a silver
and thus tender the child to its
ather. who exclaims: "It is a Prince.”
or Princess, as the case may be. In
ltussia the Czar, when going out for
a drive, must on no account permit
any one to know beforehand what
road lie intends to take: as the drive
progresses the driver is directed where
to go. In both the Russian and Aus
trian courts no dish must be placed
a second time at Ibe royal table, even
though it bad not heen touched the
first time it was served, says the Lon
don Tatler. Our own court is freer
than any other from such customs,
which are usually retained at the sacri
fice of common sense. The sound
common sense which is as character
istic of King Edward as it was of his
mother has always been opposed tc
antiquated ceremonials at court.
Paris fit'll has about GOOO wells in
daily use—a constant menace to public
health. . .
SEPTEMBER 28
CROWTH OF CATCHWORDS:
Many Familiar Phrases Had Peculiar
Refi;i linings.
Nearly ever)- one lias at times been
puzzled to account for the origin of
words and phrases they hear used in
the conversation of those with whom
they come in daily contact. Some of
these are peculiar in their etymology
and give no indication of tlieir parent
age. The word ‘hurrah,” for instance,
is a token of joy in use for centuries.
It is the battle-cry of the old Norse
Vikings as they swept down to burn
and murder among the peaceful Brit
ish. “Tur nie!” was their war crv.
which means "Thor aid"—an appeal
for help to Thor, the god of battles.
"It’s all humbug!” Perhaps it is.
Humbug is Gie Irish "uiin bog.” pro
nounced humbug, meaning bogus
money. King James 11. coined worth
less money from liis mint at Dublin,
bis twenty-shilling piece being worth
two pence. The people called it “uim
hog.”
It was a Roman gentleman of 2000
yutrs ago who first asked "where the
slice pinches." He had just divorced
his wife, and liis friends wanted *n
know what Was the matter with the
woman. They declared she was good
and pretty. "Now,” said the husband,
taking off his shoe, "isu’t that a nice
shoe? It's a good shoe, ell? A pretty
shoe, eh? Anew shoe, eh? And none
of you can tell where it pinches me.”
"Before you can say Jack Robin
son” arose from the behavior of one
John Robinson. Esq. He was a fooi.
He was in sucli a hurry when lie called
on his friends that he would be off l>e
fore he had well knocked at the door.
"There they go. helter-skelter!” Mint
phrase was coined at the defeat of the
Spanish armada. The great fleet of
the Spanish invasion was driven by
storm and stress of the English attack
north to the Helder River and south to
the Skeldcr River—the Scheldt.
Do you know why a hare is called
"Fuss”? This is not a riddle, but just
an example of how words get twisted.
The ancient Norman knights who came
over with William the Conqueror pro
nounced the word “le puss.” The puss
he remains to-day.
"Go to Halifax.” That town was a
place of special terror for rogues be
cause of the first rude guillotine invent
ed there by Mammy-- for chopping off
felons’ heads. Halifax law was that
the criminal “should be condemned
first and Inquired into after.” Coven
try had a queer law in old times by
which none but freemen of the city
could practice a trade there. Stran
gers were starved out. Hence the
phrase of shutting a mail out of human
company—"sent to Coventry.” "Spick
and span” comes from the "spjkes”
and “spanners”—the hooks amFstieteli
ers for stretching cloth new from ihe
loom.
To "dnn” a man for debt comes from
the memory of Joe Dun. Imiliff of Lin
coln, who was so keen a collector that
his name lias become a proverb.
“News” is a queer word—the initials
of north, east, west, south, which ap
peared on the earliest journals as a
sign that information was to be had
here from the four quarters of the
world. The sign was N E W S. and
gave us our word "news."—Chicago
Chronicle.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
There are occasions when it is un
doubtedly hotter to incur loss tl.au to
make gain.—Plautus.
Trials come into the lives of trff of us,
but they remain trials only so lotu as
we choose they shall.-Sleviu
Seek to cultivate a buoyant, joyous
sense of the crowded kindnesses of
God iu your daily life.—Alexander
Maelaren.
We are all clever enough at envying
a famous man while he is yet alive,
and at praising him when he is dead.
—Mimneruius.
A holy life iias a voice; it speaks
when the tongue is silent, and is c iihi#r
a constant attraction or a perpetual
reproof.—Hinton.
A contented mind is always joyful;
joy like tliis is but religion. The rich
and poor alike having contentment,
enjoy perpetual rest.—Stewart.
If you arc to get the tire of God’s
holiness and power and love burn tug
in your heart, you must take more
time in His fellowship.—Andrew Mur
ray.
The real past was dark and bloody
and dirt) , and it is made to seem as
good as ttie present only by the joined
magic of guorauce and poetry.—Arthur
Brisbane.
Each wish to pray is a breath from
heaven, to strengthen and refresh us;
each act of faith, done to amend our
prayers, is wrought in us by Him. and
draws us to Him. and Ills gracious
look on us. Neglect iiorliing which
can produce reverence.—Edward R_
Pusey.
What God bestows, He never iu the
truest sense of His bestowing takes
away, lu the memories which are the
richest treasures of our maturer years,
ile giveth ns truly as in the first gifts
which are poured upon us iu the tree
morning of life before we have learned
how to prize them or to use thein.-
Henry Wilder Foote.
To Carry Two Hundred Ton*.
There has been built lately for the
Kaiser Dock, at Bremerkaveu, the larg
est crane iu the world. This crane
consists of a four-legged tower sup
porting a revolving centre post, to
which is attached a horizontal jib, one
arm of which carries a counter-bal
mee at the extreme end, and the other
ud a crab capable of traveling from
• s extreme end to the edge of the tow
er. It is competent to carry a test load
f 200 tons.