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THE WELCOME BACK. Sweet is the hour that brings us home. Whore all will spring to meet us. "Where hands are striving as we come To be the first to greet us. When the world has spent its frowns and wrath And care been sorely pressing, •Tis sweet to turn from our roving patb And find a fireside blessing. Ah, joyfully dear is the homeward track. If we are but sure of a welcome back! What do we reck on a dreary way, Though lonely and benighted. If we know there are lips to ehide our stay And eyes that will lieam love-lighted! I What, is the worth of your diamond ray To the glance that flashes pleasure— When the words that welcome back betray We form a heart's chief treasure! Oh, joyfully dear is our homeward track, If we are but sure of a welcome back! ■ • CONQUERED. It might be said of oid Sam Sladger I that his counting house was his temple. F his desk was his altar, his ledger was t his Bible, and his money was his god. I Next to his money be loved his only I child, his daughter Julia. One could hardly realize that Julia ; was his daughter, or even that she bore ; the unromantic name of Sladger. She was beautiful, well bred and accom plished, and was sweetly winning in K manner. Old Sam had determined that Julia should wed his (riend Aiderman Choz zle. who was worth a mint of money, and would be mayor at no distant day. It was an excellent match from every point of view except one—Julia’s. Julia would have nothing to do with Chozzle, much less would she marry him. The matter was often debated between father and daughter, if that can be called a de bate, which was all command and low voiced argument on the one side, and all tears and silent obstinacy on the other. Had Chozzle had no favored rival in the field it is possible the poor girl might have been bullied into accepting him. But there was a rival. He was an artist. He was very poor. He was a complete failure in his profession. He was ex ceedingly romantic, and his name was Vandeleur de Vere. Any one must see at once that these were quite eood and sufficient reasons for any young woman falling in love with him.’ At any rate they were quite sufficient for Julia. At last Chozzle became too much for Julia, even thoush she wasn’t married to him. Her life seemed all Chozzle. Her father served him up at breakfast, at dinner, and between meals. At last this incessant Chozzle diet, as it may be called, became intolerable. So Julia went out one fine morning and married Vandeleur de Vere, according to a prear ranged plan. “Now, if there was one man old Sam objected to more strongly than another, it was Vandeleur de Vere. He branded him, with fine scorn, as 'one of them good ior nothing, ascetic fellows’—by which he was understood to mean the great aesthetic brotherhood in general. When, therefore, he received a letter from his daughter, putting him in possession of the stale of affairs, imploring forgive ness for herself and ‘darling Van,’ the old man’s feelings may, to use a novel phrase, be better imagined than de scribed. In their rooms in a back street, Mr. and Mrs. Vandeleur de Vere awaited the outraged parent's reply with a good deal of anxiety. They did not expect that he would come around all at once— that would be too much; but they did hope that he would, after his first'fit of passion, accept the inevitable, and his son in-law. But they were soon undeceived—not quite so soon, however, as might have been supposed, for two days elapsed be fore a letter made its appearance, bearing on the cover the stiff, awkward writing of Samuel Sladger. When it did come, the young couple found it very brief and to the point. It was addressed to Mrs. V. de Vere. and ran as follows: “Madam:—Your favor of the 4th instant to hand, and contents noted. As you have made your bed. so must you and your vaga bond lie. You have not broken my heart by your wicked and disgraceful conduct, but you have closed it against you forever. I am a man of my word: that you know well. 1 east you off; I disown you as a daughter, 1 forbid you or your M. de Vere to set foot in my house under any pretense whatever, and I tell you now, once for all. that you shall never have even one penny piece, or the value of it, from me. It will be quite useless to write to me, as all your letters will be re turned unopened. Samuel Sladgeb.” Writing to the obdurate old man under these circumstances was certainly a for lorn hope, but the young people did write—more than once, and each time the letter was returned unopened. To do Julia and her husband justice, they bore up under their misfortunes pluckily. Van painted by the perch, rood and acre, but the pictures would not sell. By the time all Julia's trinkets had been turned into money, and actual starvation was staring the young couple in the face—for dealers and art shop keepers wouldn’t even look at poor Van s productions now—the landlady who was getting anxious about the rent, which was rapidly falling in arrears, volun teered this—to Julia—very mysterious piece of advice. “If you can’t sell ’em.'’ and she indi cated the blushing canvass, “why not spout ’em?” “I—l beg your pardon, 1 don’t quite understand,” replied Julia, looking a I good deal bewildered. The landlady, in a tone of ill concealed pity for her lodger’s ignorance, explained that “spouting” the pictures meant pledging them at a pawnbroker's for whatever he could be induced to lend upon them. Julia shrank from the idea at first, and Van was indignant when it was sug gested that he should pawn his works of genius just as if they were flat irons or Sunday suits. But Julia had grown more practical of late —was beginning to come out of her shell, as the landindy said—and soon reconciled herself to the notion of obtaining small advances upon her husband’s pictures. T1 e work of pledging them was by no means a pleasant one. Only a few pawn brokers here and there could be induced to lend anything upon Van's priceless art treasures. And those who lent any thing at all lent very, very little, grumb- ling that “picture* were a drug in the market,” and suggesting that they were prepared to make really liberal advances upon any articles of solid commercial value. In their keen struggle for life both | \an and Julia became smart and artful !to a degree which surprised even them selves. Van very soon got to know the sort of pictures upon which most money could be lent, and was lavish in the use of his brightest colors. But to Julia must be given the idea of Van’s produc | ing endless copies of his most popular 1 piece— a red-cloaked maiden walking in a gamboge corn field under a brilliant ' ultra-marine sky. Vai soon dropped into the knack of “knocking off’’ these I masterpieces at a terrific rate. He worked I upon some half-dozen at once, first put i ting on six brilliant skies, then calling into being six ficldsof waving grain, and then introducing into each the simple | maiden in the excruciating scarlet cloak. For many a week did the young peo | j pie live upon the pro eels of their gaudy rranufacture, but there came a time when there was scarcely a pawnbroker in New York who had not in his keeping one of Van’s outrages upon nature. But it gradually became harder to part with them, or any picture at all, and the young people were getting terribly anxious about the future. “Van, dear,” said Julia, for the thou sandth time, “we must have money somehow. I'm getting desperate. I wish, oh, how I wish 1 could earn some I But what can I do? I was never taught anything useful. 1 can play decently, it’s true, and I can sing; that’s one thing I can do leally well. But where can I sing? I have never sung in public. I have no recommendations nor introduc tions. I shall never make anything by singing.” “I’m afraid you're right, darling,” said her husband, gloomily, as he clinked the few half dollars remaining in his pocket. “You could never make a pub lic appearance unless—” and here he smiled at the quaintness of the idea— “unless you make it in the public streets, like that girl we saw with a crowd round her the other night, don’t you know? How delighted your amiable parent would be if he knew it. Wonder what he’d do!” Julia was always ready to laugh at a qnaint conceit, even in the midst of their poverty. But she did not laugh now. she started as Van spoke, and turned quickly away from the table. Van rose also, went to his easel, began misrepre senting nature, and in that pleasing oc cupation very soon forgot about old Sladger and the cantatrice of the pave ment. AU that day Julia was exceedingly quiet and thoughtful. “Van, dear,” said Julia, suddenly, when they had been sitting talking for some time after tea, “I’m going out.” “All right,” said Van, “I’m ready. Where do you want to go?” “Oh, not far! there are several little things to buy. I can get them quite as well by myself. You needn’t come.” “Needn’t come! But I don’t like your going out alone at night, dear. Beside, why should you go alone?” “For a woman’s reason. Because I want to. Now, don’t be angry, Van. You must let me have my own way. I won’t come to any harm I promise you.” And Van gave in, of course. But he had a fresh remonstrance to make when he saw Julia wrap herself in a faded old black shawl, and put on a bonnet which had long seen not only its best but pretty nearly its worst days. “What on earth are you putting on those wretched old things for?” he in quired. “We are poor enough, good ness knows, but you have some respecta ble clothes left, anyhow.” “For the sake of economy. I don’t care how I look about here,” and with that she hurried out. “Julia walked rapidly, looking neither to the right nor left. She feared if she pro ceeded slowly, or hesitated, the courage to carry out the resolution she had made might ooze away. At last she arrived near her father’s house, a handsome corner building. It was about!) o’clock, and old Sam and his guests, for he was giving a dinner party, were in the brilliantly lighted dining-room. Sam Sladger had changed a good deal since his daughter’s departure from home, He looked aged and haggard. He missed her sorely, and yearned to have her back with him: but he had stuck stubbornly to his determination to have nothing further to do with her. He had found, too, to his bitter an noyance, that the opinion of nearly all his friends was that he had treated his daughter with undue harshness and severity, not to say actual cruelty. He feared that Vandeleur might be driven by poverty to resort to any shady means of getting a living that might present themselves, and be was filled with a vague terror that he might thereby find himself—the respected Sladger- —in- volved indirectly in some scandal brought about by his son in-law. The old man then was not happy. But on this particular evening he was less unhappy than he had been for a considerable time, for among the guests was one of the “.nobs” he worshiped. “Well, as I was saying,” remarked the aristocratic gentleman, continuing a conversation, “there was quite a scene, i Regular excitement; everybody upset. I don’t say there was anybody in par ticular to blame. But a scene is a thing I really cannot stand; and so I’ve never been to the house since.” There was a murmur of applause at this very spirited and aristocratic way of treating the affair, which had hardly died away when Sladger’s face suddenly became ashy pale. He listened with feverish eagerness,for it was something he had heard which had caused the blood quickly to leave his cheeks. Yes, there was no mistake. Tremulous and low at first, but growing louder and clearer now, a woman’s voice singing a simple ballad could be heard. There was nothing much in that to other hearers, but there was a good deal in it to oid Sladger. It was his daugh ter’s voice. Surely he could not be mis taken. Making some trivial excuse for going to the window, he raised the cur tains and looked out. There before his very doorstep, was a small crowd; one of those crowds which spring up in New York as if by magic; and in the center of it was a young woman wrapped io a faded and old black shawl, with a patched and shriveled bonnet on her head In spite of this it was clear from her general appearance and the timidity of her manner that she was not a woman accustomed to get her living by singing in the streets Some in the crowd were sympathetic, others were mirthful, and, others again, merely looked on and lis tened, and wondered vaguely. Old Sam knew her in a moment. He had not mistaken the voice. It was his daughter he saw before him He looked out at her for some moments, unable to decide bow to act. He must not have a scene, and he must have his daughter. He cursed himsalf for having held out so long This sort of thing must be put a stop to,at all hazards. His daughter sing ing in the streets! It would certainly come to be known and talked about. The scandal would be too great. Leaving the dining-room with as com posed an air as he could assume undei the circumstances, he went quietly to the hall door, opened it and passed out. As he did so the song came to an end. Stepping up to his daughter who looked at him with steady eyes, he said aloud: “Very well done, young woman—very well done! You must be tired. Come in and take a little refreshment!” And then, in a tone that reached only her ears, “For heaven’s sake, Julia, come into the house and stop this horrible masquerading! You’ll disgrace me for ever! Don’t hesitate or make a scene. I wouldn’t have a scene here for any thing. I’ll take all back I wrote you. I dare say your husband's a very good fellow—in his way. I’ll make friends with him too. You shan’t want for money, either of you.” And so saying, the old man drew her into the house. What passed between father and daughter then, is, perhaps, hardly worth relating, but a reconciliation must have been effected, for the young couple and the old man are now on the friendliest terms. Strange to relate, Sam has come to be fond of his son in-law, for Vandeleur has made a name as the founder of a new school of art, by his friends and admir ers called ihe Mystic, and by his de tractors culled the Moonstruck, and which, whatever its claims to considera tion, is talked and written about a great deal, and that is the main thing, after all. Julia says she has no secrets from her husband, but, all the same, Vandeleur has never learned what became of his wife when she donned the old bonnet and shawl, or how it was that Sam Slad ger’s heart warmed so suddenly to his runaway daughter and her husband. A Tall Snow Plow. Engine No. 912, of the Union Pacific road is being fitted up with one of the largest and most effective snow plows in the country. The plow weighs four tons, is twelve feet wide and sixteen feet high at the wings, and can throw snow forty feet on either side of the track. This gigantic snow shovel is balanced on the front of the pilot plat form, being securely braced by bars run ning along the frame behind the cylin ders, and bolted to uprights reaching to the back of the plow. The shear or edge is some eight feet beyond the pilot platform, and just escapes the rail. This plow is shod heavily with iron. The engine’s balloon stack is replaced by an open straight stack, as it was found by last winter’s experience that a balloon stacked engine stood a poor show behind plow killed thirty-six head of cattle a snow plow in a heavy drift. This last winter in a cut where they had wandered and were shut in by drifts. The engineer and fireman behind that machine do not find life so rosy as it might be. The engineer cannot see ahead, so he goes it blind, and as 912 weighs forty-five tons, when she strikes a drift, if there are any cattle or China men around, they are sent flying six ways for Sunday, as the expression is. And the beauty of it is they never know what hurts them. Both runner and fireman generally get wet, and may be out two days in that shape before getting any rest. Railroad men don’t view any prospect of taking 912 with favor.—Den ver Tribune. ‘Japan Village Shops. Japanese villages are full of shops. There is scarcely a house which does not sell something. Where the buyers come from, and how a profit can be made is a mystery. Many of the things are eat ables, such as dried fishes, one and a half inches long, impaled on sticks; cakes, sweetmeats composed of rice, flour, and very little sugar; circular lumps of rice dough, called mochi; roots boiled in brime; a white jelly made from beans; and ropes, straw shoes for men and horses, straw cloaks, paper um brellas, paper waterproofs, toothpicks, paper mouchoirs. tobacco pipes,hairpins, and numerous other trifles made of bam boo, straw, grass and wood. These goods are on stands, and in the room be hind, open to the street, all the domestic avocations are going on, and the house wife is usually to be seen boiling water or sewing, with a baby tucked in the back of her dress. A lucifer factory has recently been put up in one place, and in many house fronts men are cutting up wood into lengths for matches. In others they ate husking rice, a very la borious process, in which the grain is pounded in a mortar sunk in the floor by a flat-ended wooded pestle, attached to a long horizontal lever, which is worked bv the feet of a man, invariably naked, who stands at the other extremity. Chinese Secret Signals. The Chinese wood sawyers have a sort of sign language of their own, in which the signs are made with sticks of cord wood. When a Chinaman has taken a contract to saw a pile of wood he places several sticks on the top of the pile in a peculiar position, which informs all other Chinamen that the contract has been let, and thus the owner of the wood is kept free from the annoyance of having a dozen Chinamen a day ring ng his bell and asking for a job. Should the wood pile belong to a man who is not good pay, several sticks of the wood are arranged by some Chinaman who has been victimized by the party, in such a manner that no other Chinaman will ask for the job of sawing it. Any one who has had a pile of wood lying in front of his premises for several days without some Chinaman apply ng for the job of sawing it may know that he is down in the black list, and will just pitch in and saw his wood himself.— Purlland (Jr, ‘jonian. QUEER WEDDING CUSTOMS. PHASES OP MABBXAGS IW DIFFBB EHT LAIDS. The Australian who Woo. his Hrhle with n Club—The Asiatic who Hays Iler. Steal* Her, and Flffht*. “In Australia the native lover woos It s sweetheart with a club, in some parts of Asia ho has to buy her of her par ents, in other* he has to steal her,” says Myers Delay, an Englishman who has traveled in almost every land, especially in the out-of-way places, and who re cently arrived in New York from China. “The Australian, when he would wed, makes up his mind as to which woman shall be his bride, and then hides in the bushes in the vicinity of her dwelling place. It is not necessary for her to know that there is a lover looking for her, especially with a stout cudgel, or may be she wouldn’t be won as frequent ly as she is. As soon as she comes near where the anxious swain lies hidden,and if she is alone, he pounces out uprfti her, promptly and effectually knocks her down with the club, and car ries her off before she comes to. If ho does not. get her to his hut before she recovers, there is likely to be a lively tight in the bush, for the Australian damsel is generally a vigorous one, and she may have reasons of her own for objecting to the lover's efforts to win her. The would-be bridegroom may then be obliged to club her again, and as this is considered to be rather a reflection on the ardor with which his earlier effort was made, he generally puts as much soul and muscle into his first love tap as he can summon. “When a resident of the capo, or Kaffir land, yearns for a life partner, he has an interview with the father of the lady. If the old gentleman thinks well of the youth, and that he would do honor to him as a son in-law, he says: “ ‘Well, can you give me two hundred cattle for my daughter?’ “That is, it may be two hundred or it may be more or less, just as the old man values his daughter or appraises the stock owning or getting capacity of the prospective son-in-law. If the young Kaffir is determined to wed the maiden whose hand he seeks, he will always reply that he can fill the bill as to cattle, no matter if he hasn’t enough on hand to make a good sized dish of hash, and never expects to have. He’ll fix that. There are plenty of Kaffirs who have cattle galore. and he gath ers together a few congenial fricnds.and they stroll over to some convenient kraal of a neighboring tribe, and walks away with the requisite number of cattle to make the bridegroom happy. 4>f course the owner of the cattle usually raises very strong objections to this exchange of property, and there may be a number of woolly heads broken before the ex pectant bridegroom secures the herd. If hegetsthem all right to his kraal, that settles the mutter. The man that lost them knows that other tribes have cattle, and that he may want to marry some body himself without having the neces sary stock on hand to win the bride. Then he will forage on his neighbor in the same way. Thus is Hymen’s torch kept lighted in Kaffir land. “In some parts of Central Asia the bridegroom has a tough time in getting and keeping possession of his bride. In the first place, he has to steal her, and if she don’t object to being stolen the couple may get to the wedding place with whole skins, for if she don’t object sheis not .compelled to give any alarm, and the whole village wid not be at their heels unless they are discovered by acci dent while making off. If she gives an alarm the bride stealer must make his way hindered with the struggling damsel and followed by a crowd of yelling neighbors. The wedding place is the hut of the young man’s parents. And there he must take his bride before he can claim the right to her hand. If she has not lungs enough to summon rescu ers nor muscle enough to get away from the lover before the hut is reached then she can make no further protest against the mar riage. The bridegroom can’t claim a bride until he has a hut of his own to take her to, and in taking her from her father's house to his own he has another gauntlet to run. The bride’s friends, whether she be a willing bride or not, have the right to assemble and attempt to rescue her while she is en route. The bridegroom throws his bride across his back. She is always covered with a scarlet garment. He is surrounded by a number of youths living in the village, and all the bride’s young lady friends in her village, armed with stones and clubs, batter and pelt the bridal procession and fill the air with fiendish yells in their efforts to keep the bride among them. The buttle is waged in earnest, and both bride and groom are always covered with blood and bruises, even if they succeed in reaching the boundary line of safety. This they usually effect. If a bridegroom fails to get away with his bride lie is compelled to pay a ransom in cattle or other gifts to her parents be fore she will be delivered up to him. “In other places in Asia the question of a man’s title to a bride must be set tled by a fierce fight between the friends ' of the contracting parties. If the bride- : grooms friends are victorious, he has his j inamorata as a trophy. If his friends are victorious, he must pav such price as the victors demand. All over that country some ceremony of violence or physical powers must pre- I cede a wrestling. In certain districts there must be a wedding match between the bride and groom. If the man wins, the woman must surrender herself to him. If she wins, she has the Option of .accepting him or not. Some native tribes compel a foot race between the bride an 1 bridegroom to decide the question of marriage, and others require a long chase on horsebeck. “They have interesting marriage cere monies in Norway and Sweden. The i custom among the Swedish peasants is exceedingly droll. When a girl is to be married in Sweden she is dressed in her bridal garments, and is placed in the middle of a room. As she stands she is surrounded by a circle of bright lights. The groomsmen then enter, each carry ing a lighted lamp. The villagers have assembled about the cottage in the mean time, and the doors ana windows are thrown open. Through them who ever wishes may enter, and the most liberal criticisms of the bride are made. Men and women walk about her and talk freely to one another about her ' appearance, her character, her prospects, etc. tine will hear-some young fellow say: “Weil, she’s to be married at last, ch? About time, I think. It’s the first offer she has had since 1 jilted her.*’ “ ‘Yes,’ some one else will say, ‘and I pity the man who marries her.' “ ‘But don’t, she look o'.d. though, another spectator will say; ‘and won’t she make the poor follow stand around?' “Women wearing masks and different disguises will always bo present for the purpose of making remarks both pointed and insulting, but everything is borne patiently and in good part by the bride and groom. The chaffing is kept up for an JJliour or two, every one but the friends of the parties are ordered to quit the house, and the ceremony is per formed.”—Note York Sun. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL Attention is called by the Coal Trade Journal to the fact that the value of water as an aid to blasting, when used in connection with explosives, is rapidly becoming recognized in this country, as well as in the larger mines and quarries of Europe. On a clear night, about 3,000 stars are visible to the naked eye. A like num ber in the opposite hemisphere makes a total of about 0,000 that can be seen without a glass. The telescopic stars, unseen by the unaided eye on account of their remoteness, are classified as high as the fourteenth magnitude; and their number is vastly greater, being reckoned as high as 20,000,000. Imitation black walnut can now be manufactured very cheaply. One part of walnut peel extract is mixed with six parts of water, and the wood is coated with the solution. When the material is about half dry a solution of bichromate of potash with water is rubbed on it,and then your walnut is ready. In this way excellent walnut can be made from poor pine, and it is said to defy detection ex cept upon very close examination. The Mobangi, a large and important tributary of the Congo, and probably the lower portion of the River Velio, has been explored by Rev. G. Grenfell in his little steamer Peace from the Congo in a mean direction of north by east for a distar ce of between four hundred and four hundred and fifty miles, including the turnings of the stream. It is na,vi gable for vessels of considerable size, and its mean depth Js stated to be twenty five feet. The icebergs of the Southern ocean are magnificently colored. The general mass has an appearance like a sugar loaf, with a slight bluish tint, except where frosh snow resting on the topsand ledges remains absolutely white. On this ground-color there arc parallel sroaks of cobalt blue of various intensi ties. The coloring of the crevasses, caves and hollows is of the deepest and purest azure blue possible. It seems a much more powerful color than that in the ice of Swiss glaciers. The intensity of the blue light received from the bergs is such that the gray sky behind them ap pears distinctly reddened —assuming the complementary tint. Al night the bergs hove a slight luminous glow, suggesting that they are to a small extent phos phorescent. No date can be assigned to tho firs*- bread, specimens having been found among the remains of the mysterious people who lived on the Swiss lakes be fore the dawn of history. The bread of the lake-dwellers was made from wheat, barley and even poppy seeds, and was baked between red-hot stones. By Chi nese writers Ghing-Noung is reputed to have been the first who taught men— about 2,000 B. C. —the art of husbandry, and the method of making bread from wheat, and wine from rice. The baking of bread was known in patriarchal ages -see Exodus xii, 15—-and became a pro session at Home in 170 B. C. Barley bread was used in England in the time of James 1., potato-bread is now eaten in Ireland, and powdered codfish is made into bread in Iceland. The Treasury Waste Paper Room. Down in the basement of the treasury department, at Washington, is a room in which about a dozen girls sit and sort over the waste paper which has accumu lated from the work of tho day before by the 2,500 clerks in the room above. All of lhe waste paper of the department is transferred to this room by the sweep ers at the close of each day. Then the girls go over it carefully, piece by piece, and they frequently make very valuable discoveries. Not long ago 110,000 worth of bonds were found in a waste basket in the office of the comptroller of the currency, and there was a great howl about it at the time, but in the end no body was punished for the gross candess ness; but such large sums as this seldom find their way into the sorting room. The principal discoveries arc penholders and stationery which has been accident ally dropped into waste baskets. Sometimes a valuable document disap pears in an unaccountable manner from the files of the department. The rooms are ransacked, and every one connected in the division becomes well nigh crazy. As a last resort the waste paper room is appealed to. In nine cases out of ten, if the paper has been disposed of in that way, the girls will find it. They have become remarkably expert in sorting over this rubbish. A girl will take a mass of it in her hands, and, in less than the time it takes to tell it, her sharp eyes will have seen al),the different niece*, and if there is even a scrap that looks though it might be valuable, it is carefully laid aside for future examina tion. Experience has convinced the treasury officials that these girls annually save many timestheir salaries to the gov ernment. The sale of waste paper is one of considerable importance, and the revenue each year is, in the course of business, turned back into the treasury, where it properly belongs. A Serenade Beneath thy tatties, Gsautoous mail. Mai l of the starry eyes; Ere he begins his serenade Thy fathful lover sighs. Fair Ilian shows tier silvery light; The casement pray unbar, And I will tou h for thee to night, Sweet love, the light guitar. I’d sing besides, but ask me not, My own, my gut ling star, This night, at least, for 1 have got A touch of light catarrh. , —Boston Courier. THE HOME DOCTOR Dyspepsia. A most important part of the treat nent of every case of nervous dyspepsia s to secure and enforce thorough re*t. The conditions existing being those of nervous irritation and exhaustion more or less profound, rest becomes one of tho necessities of the case. Too often ner vous dyspepsia occurs in persons who tro carrying heavy loads in the way of business cares, anxiety or grief, or who suffer exhaustion from some form of emotional disturbance, and sr, is next to impossible to restore such persons to A normal condition healthwise without re lief from the causes which have operated to produce the difficulty. While plenty of exercise should be taken regularly each day, the intervals between exercise should be employed in more or less ab solute rest. Lying out-of-doors, in a hammock or on a cot, for hours at a time, during pleasant weather, is a means for restoring nervous tone and vigor.— Lain of Life. Cara or the Fars. “Picking the cars” is a most mis chievous practice; in attempting to do this with hard substances an unlucky motion has many a time pierced the drum and made it as useless as a bursted rub ber life preserver; nothing sharper or harder than the end of the little finger, with the nail pared ought, ever to be in troduced into the ear, unless by a phy sician Persons arc often seen endeavor ing to remove the “wax” of the ear with the head of a pin; this ought never to bo done; first, because it not only en dangers tho rupture of the ear by being pushed too far in, but if not so far, it may grate against the drum, excite in flammation, produce an ulcer which may finally cat all tho parts away; second, hard substances have often slipped in, and caused the necessity of painful, dangerous and expensive operations; third, the wax is manufactured by na ture to guard the entrance from dust, insects and unmodified cold air, and when it has subserved its purpose it be comes dry, scaly and light, and in thia condition is easily pushed outside by new formations of wax within. — Phrenological Journal. Hestless Children. Mothers often complain that their children arc wakeful and restless at night. They seem well during the day, but, as soon as they go to bed and fall asleep, they moan, cry, grate the teeth, rub the nose, and roll and thrash nearly all night long. As a rule, such symptoms are thought to be caused by worms, and the unfortunate victims are freely purged with “worm medicines," with a view of curing their nocturnal “tan trums.” Now, in nine cases out of ten, the whole trouble is caused by indiges tion and constipation. The child goes to bed with its stomach full of indigestible food. The quality and quantity of food it has taken during the day has been unfit for its powers of digestion, and therefore acts as a constant irritant to its entire system. The irritation of its stomach and bowels by indigestible food excites the brain and spinal cord, and through these the whole system is kept in a state of excitement. “Hence, then, it is proverbial in early life that the stomach being delicate and susceptible to any disturbance, we should be most careful to select a proper diet, to con sider the quality of food that is sup plied. io measure the capabilities of the digestive system, and to deal with them accordingly.” A Page from Baby's Diary. To day I saw papa sticking knife aud fork into a chicken, and tho chicken never moved. So I took a fork near me and stuck it into kitten, lying on my lap; the naughty Kitten sprang on the table and upset the gravy-dish over the cloth. Everybody jumped; some caught tho kitten, some the dish, some wiped the cloth. I never saw so much excitement. I never created so much excitement as that kitten did. Now, if they had fixed that kitten on a chair ns they fixed me she never would have jumped on the table. Everything was taken away from me then, so 1 played with a button on my bib; the button came off, and I, try ing to find out how it tasted, swallowed if. From that moment everybody left the table in a great hurry. Mamma took me up, turned me on her knees, face downward, and stuck a finger in my throat until 1 thought I should choke to death. After she hud half killed me she began to cry, and screamed: “Send for the doctsr!” Everybody looked nt me as if they expected me to do something; but I was so scared that I couldn’t do anything. Then the doctor came, and he laughed, and as I couldn’t laugh I cried. My mother asked ever so many questions of the doctor, but he only shook his head and smiled, saying it would be all right in tho morning. I never heard any more about it, sa 1 sup pose I was all right in the morning. ll'du/hood. Grecian Burial Customs. A correspondent at Athens gives an account of many curious burial customs peculiar to Greece, which lately camo to his notice. A piece of linen as wid* as the body, and twice ns long, was doubled, and a hole large enough tor the head cut out of it. In this the body was wrapped and then dressed in uew clothes, and more especially new shoes. Beneath the bead was placed a pillow full of lemon leave*. In the mouth was placed a bunch cf violets, and around the temples a chaplet of flowers. These are used only for the unmarried, and must be white. Both head and feet were tied with bands made for the pur pose, which were unloosed at the edge ol the grave when the coffin was about to be closed. A small coin ?a relic of the fee to the ferryman) was placed in the palm of the hand. At Athens a soe is dropped into the coffin. Tho greatest attention is given to this point. In re moving the body the feet always go first. A priest came on three succes ive days to sprinkle the room, fumigate it, and repeat certain prayers, as for that period afier death is was sappjsed to be haunt cd. After burial women are hired to keep a light burning over the grave until the body is supposed to be decomposed. To assist this, the bottom of modern Greek coffins is of lattice work. Every Sa irday the poor of Athens place on the gravi s of the r friends eatable: c; the sort they used to like.