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Yesterday aud To-Daj.
YESTERDAY.
It it so wide, this groat world vaulted o'er
By the blue sky clasping while ehoro to shore.
And yet it. is not wide enough lor uial
I love you so—it cannot hold my love.
There is not space in oarih or heaven above.
There is not room for iny great love ami me.
TO-DAY.
It is so wide, this pre vt world vaulted o'er
By the sad sky clasp'ng dark shore to shore,
It is too wido— it is too wide for me!
Would God that it wero narrowed to a grave,
And 1 slept quiet, naught hid with ine save
The love thut was too great—loo great for mo,
—Frances Hodyson in the Century.
A Painter's Vengeance.
Thirty years ag<? the Belgian paint
er, Antoine AVicrtz, was astonishing
the artistic world by the powerful but
•extravagant productions which are now
exhibited at Brussels in the Museum
which bears his name.
Though his brush was generally oc
cupied with classical subjects, or weird
allegorical designs such as the "Con
test between Good and Evil," he occa
sionally consented to paint portraits.
This was a favor, however, which he
only accorded to those whose physiog
nomy happened to interest him. It
may be added that his inclined
rather to the grotesque and eccentric
than the beautiful.
One (lav he received a visit from a
certain M. van Spach, a notary, who
had been seized with a desire to have
his features perpetuated by the cele
brated artist. Maitre van Spach—a
dry, wrinkled, keen-eyed old gentleman,
with an expression of mingled shrewd
ness and self-importance —was one of
the wealthiest men in Brussels, and as
avaricious as he was rich; a character
istic which had procured him the nick
name of "Maitre llarpagon."
AViertz was aware of his visitor's
failing; nevertheless lie acceded to bis
request without demur. The fact was,
he had been conquered at tirst sight by
the old scrivener's picturesque head.
That head was a perfect treasure to an
artist, with its bald cranium, wrinkled
forehead, shaggy brows overhanging
the small piercing eyes, hooked nose t
and thin-lipped mouth, which shut like
a trap. AYeirtz was lascinated, and
while his visitor was pompously ex
plaining his wishes, the artist was tak
ing mental note of every line and feat
ure.
"How much will the portrait cost?"
was the notary's cautious inquiry.
"My terms are ten thousand francs,
monsieur," was the reply.
The lawyer started, stared incredu
lously, shrugged his shoulders, and
took up his hat.
"In that case," he answered dryly, "I
have only to wish you good morning."
Alarmed at the prospect of losing
this promising "subject," whom he had
already in imagination transferred to
canvas, Wiertz hastened to add:
are my usual terms; but as
your face interests me, 1 am willing to
make a reduction in your favor. Sup
pose we say five thousand ?"
But M. van Spach still objected, urg
eng that such a sum was exorbitant for
"a strip of painted canvas."
At length, after much bargaining
and hesitation he agreed to pay three
thousand francs for the portrait—
"frame included;" and this being set
tled, he rose to take leave.
"When am I to give you the first sit
ting ?" he inquired.
"There is no hurry," replied the art*
tist, who had his own intentions re
garding this portrait. "I am somewhat
occupied just now, but will let you
know when I have a morning at liber
ty. Au revoir!"
The moment his visitor had left the
studio Wiertz seized palette and
brushes, placed a fresh canvas on his
easel, and dashed in the outline of the
portrait from memory. He painted as
if for a wager, while the summer day
light lasted; and, thanks to his marvel
ous rapidity of execution, when eve
ning came the picture was all but fin
ished.
He had represented the old notary
seated at a table, strewn with papers
and parchments, his full face turned
toward the spectator. The head was
brought out in masterly relief against
a shadowed backround, and painted in
the artist's best style; bold, free and un
conventional, showing no signs of its
hurried execution. The likeness was
striking in its fidelity, giving not only
the features, but the character and ex
pression of the original, so that the
canvas seemed instinct with life.
The following morning Weirtz gave
the finishing touches to his work, put
it in a frame, and dispatched it to Van
Spa h; instructing the messenger to
wait for an answer.
He rubbed his hands with pleasure
as he pictured the old gentleman's de.
light and astonishment, and anticipat_
ed the sensation which this tour de
force would create in artistic circles.
In due time the messenger returned
with the picture in one hand and a
ncttt in the other. Wiertz hastily dis-
®lit tlilllwim Journal.
DEININGER & BUMLLLER, Editors and Proprietors.
VOL. LVIL
missed him, opened the letter, and read
as follows;
"Sir—l beg to return your extraordi
nary production, which 1 cannot sup
pose is intended for my portrait, as it
bears no resemblance A me. In art, as
in everything else, I like to have my
money's worth lor mv money, and 1 do
not choose to pay you the sum of three
thousand francs for one afternoon's
work. As you do not consider me
worth the trouble of painting seriously,
I must decline any farther transactions
with you, and remain, sir.
Yours obediently,
PETER VAN SPACH."
When tho artist recovered from his
astonishment at this remarkable epistle,
he burst into a fit of laughter which
made the studio ring.
"His money's worth—ha! ha! Maitre
Harpagon has overreached himself for
once. He could have sold it for live
times what it cost him—the benighted
old Philistine."
He placed the rejected picture once
more on the easel, and regarded it long
and critically, only to become more
convinced of its merit. He knew that
art judges would pronounce it a chef
d'auivre. His amusement began to
give place to irritation at the indignity
to which his work had beeu subjected*
and vague projects of vengeance rose
before him as he paced the door, with
bent head and knitted brows.
Suddenly he stopped short, his eyes
sparkling with mischievous satisfaction
at an idea which had suddenly occurred
to him. lie took up his palette, and
set to work upon the picture again,
adroitly altering and retouching.
In an in redibly short space of time
it underwent a startling metamorpho
sis. While carefully preserving the
likeness, he had altered the face by ex
aggerating its characteristics; giving a
cunning leer to the deeply-set eyes, a
grimmer curve to the thin lips, and a
scowl to the heavy brows. A stubby
beard appeared on the chin, and the
attitude became drooping and decrepit.
Then the notary's accessories vanish
ed. the background becoming the wall
of a cell, with a barred window; while
the table, with its litter of parchments,
was transforme 1 into a rough bench,
beneath which might be discerned a
pitcher and a loaf.
AVhen this was achieved to his sat
isfa- tiun, the artist signed his work,
and gummed on the frame a conspicu
ous label, with the inscription, "Impris
oned for Debt."
Then he sent for a fiacre and drove to
Melchior's, the well-known picture
dealer in the Rue de la
whose window oilers such constant at
traction to lovers of art.
"I have something to show you,"
began AViertz. "I have just finished
this study, which I think -is fairly suc
cessful. Can you find room for it in
your window?"
"Find room for it? I should think
so!" exclaime 1 the dealer, enthusiastic
ally. "My dear fellow, it is first rate!
I have sjen nothing of yours more
striking and original— and that is say
ing much. AVhat price do you put
upon it?'
"I have not yet decided," replied the
painter. "Give it a good place in the
window, and if a purchaser presents
himself let me know."
The picture was immediately instal
led in the place of honor, and soon at
tracted a curious group. All day
Melchior's window was surrounded;
and next morning the papers noticed
the wonderful picture, and sent frtsh
crowds to gaze at it.
Among the rest was a friend
Maitre van Spach, who could hardly
believe his eyes on recognizing the
worthy notary in this "questionable
shape." He hastened at once to inform
him of the liberty which had been
taken with his person; and not long
afterward the old lawyer burst into the
shop, startling its proprietor, who at
once recognized the original of the
famous picture.
"M. Melchoir," began the intruder.
"I have been made the victim of a
shameful practical joke, by one of your
clients. It is my portrait sir, that hangs
in your window; it is I, sir—l, Maitre
van .Spach—who am held up to ridicule
in that infamous daub- -pilloried for all
the world to see as an imprisoned
bankrupt! If the thing is not
I shall apply to the police."
At this threat the picture dealer
merely smiled.
"1 must refer you to the artist, mon
sieur," he returned, coolly. "The pic
ture belongs to him, and I cannot re
move it without his permission."
To Wiertz's house went Maitre van
Spach, in a wiiite heat of rage and in
dignation. On entering the studio, he
found the painter lounging in an arm
chair, smoking his afternoon cigar.
"Ah, is it you, Maitre?" was his
bland greeting. "To what fortunate
circumstance am I indebted for this
visit? Pray take a seat. Do you
smoke? You will find those cigars
excellent."
"Monseiur," interrupted the notary,
cutting short these courtesies with
scant ceremony, "let us come to the
point. There is at this moment in
Melchoir's window a picture—a carica
ture—which maleos mo the laughing
stock of tho town. 1 insist on its
being taken out at once—at once, do
you understand?"
"Not quite," replied the otuef, im
purturbably. "It is truo there is a
picture of inineatMelchior'sbutl really
don't see how it makes you ridiculous."
"You don't see? But that picture is
my portrait, sir—my portrait!" criod
his visitor, rapping his cane upon the
floor.
"Your portrait?" echoed tho other,
with a look of surprise.
"Of course it is, as any one else can
see at a glance. You—"
"But—excuse nie" the painter inter
rupted "you said yesterday that it did
not resemble you in the least. See—
here is your letter to that effect."
A r an Spach colored and bit his lip.
He felt that he had been caught.
"Such being the case," continued
Wiertz, "and the work being returned
on my hands, 1 have a perfect right to
dispose of it to the best advantage."
The notary took a turn or two across
tho room to recover his composure.
"Co i e," he said, at length, forcing
a smile, "let us try to arrange this ri
diculous affair amicably. I will give
you the three thousand francs at once,
and take the horrible thing out of the
window—"
"May a moment," interrupted his
companion, as he flicked the ashes from
his cigar, and carelessly changed his
position. "You must be aware that
the picture in its present shape is ten
times more valuable than a mere por
trait. It is now a work of imagina
tion and invention, and I may own
that I consider it one of my most suc
cessful canvases. I could not think of
parting with it for less than fifteen
thousand francs."
The notary gasped.
"Fifteen thousand francs! You are
joking."
"Not at all. That is my price; you
may take it or leave it."
There was a moment's pause; then
the visitor turned on his heel.
"I leave it, then! Go to the deuce with
your picture!" he retorted, as he left
the room, banging the door behind
him.
"He had not gone many yards from
the house however, when he stopped
short and reflected. So long as that
ill-omened canvas remained on view
in Melchior's window he would not
know a moment's peace. The story
would be sure to get wind, and even
his friends would join in the laugh
against him. He would hardly dare to
show his face abroad. At any sacri
fice this scandal must be stopped.
But—fifteen thousand francs! He fair
ly groaned as he reluclantly retraced
his steps toward the house.
"Monsieur AViertz," lie began, in a
conciliatory tone, "I have considered
the matter, and—l agree to your terms.
1 will take the picture fur the sum
you named."
AViertz threw away his cigar aud
rose.
"Monsieur, you are very kind. But
it happens that I, too, have been con
sidering, and a brilliant idea has oc
curred to me."
The notary shuddered. He dreaded
AViertz's "ideas" and he had a presenti
ment that some fresh disaster was in
store for him.
"AVhat is it?" he asked nervously.
# "As my picture seems to have made
a sensation, 1 think I will advertise it
to be rallied for at five francs a ticket,
and that all the town may have a
chance of seeing it, I shall hire a com
missionaire to carry it through the
streets for a day or two. Not a bad
notion—eh ?"
Maitre van Spach was speechless
with consternation.
"You—you would not do that?" he
stammered.
"Why not? I am confident the plan
would succeed—so confident that I
wouldn't give it up for less than thirty
thousand francs— money down."
The unfortunate notary burst into a
coM perspiration, and wiped his fore
head with his handkerchief. To see
himself trotted round Brussels on a
porter's back, labelled "Imprisoned for
debt!" It was like a horrible night
mare.
"Here." he exclaimed, desperately,
taking out his pocket-book—"here is a
check for the amount. For Heaven's
sake let me have the picture, and I
will say no more about it."
Half an hour afterward the detestar
ble canvas was in his possession; but
it was not until he had cut it out of
the frame and burned it to ashes that
he felt himself safe from some fresh
manifestation of the painter's venge
ance.
Meantime, Wiertz cashed the check,
and after deducting the sum of- ten
thousands francs —the price he had
first demanded—forwarded the rest to
the charitable fund of the town in the
name of Maitre van Spach.
MILL!IICIM, PA.,'THURSDAY, JUNK 28, 1883.
INDIAN SCALPS,
Price* for Them In Colnitlnl Mine*
A Bl|i Premium *ll Heart Indiana.
The taking of scalps came to be n
recognized part of colonial warfar v
Hannah Dnstin, who escaped from
Indian captivity In 1008, took ten
scalps with her own hand, and was
paid for th m. Captain Church,
undert iking his expedition against
the eastern Indians, in 1705, after the
Deerfield massacre, announced that he
had not hitherto permitted tho scalp
ing of "Canada men," but should
thenceforth allow it. In 1722, when
the Massachusetts colony sent an expe.
dition against the village of "praying
Indians," founded by Father Rasle,
they offered for each scalp a bounty of
£ls, afterward increased to £100; and
this inhumanity was so far carried out
that the French priest himself was one
of the victims. Jeremiah Bunistead,
of Boston, made this entry in his alma
nac in the same year; "Aug. 22, 28
Indian scalps brought to Boston, one
of which was Bombazen's (an Indian
chief) and OHO fryer RaileW Two
years after, the celebrated but inappro
priately named Captain Lovewell, the
foremo: t Indian fighter of his region,
came upon ten Indians asleep round a
pond; he and his men killed and
s< alped them all, and entered Dover
New Hampshire, bearing the ten
scalps stretched on hoops and elevated
on poles. After receiving an ovation
in Dover they wefit by water to Boston,
and were paid a thousand pounds for
their scalps. Yet Lovewell's party
was always accompanied by a chaplain,
and hal prayers every morning and
evening.
The most painful aspect of the
whole practice lies in the fact that it
was not confined to those actually en
gaged in lighting, but that the colonial
authorities actually established a tariff
of prices for including even
non-combatants—so much for a man's,
so much for a woman's, so much for a
child's. Dr. Ellis has lately pointed
out the striking circumstance that
whereas William Penn declared the
person of an Indian : o.be "sacred," his
grandson in 17C1 offered $134 for the
scalp of an Indian rnan.sl3oforthatof
a boy under ten, and sro$ r 0 for that of a
woman or girl. The habit doubtless
began in the fury of retaliation, and
was continued in order to conciliate
Indian allies; and when bounties were
offered to them, the white volunteers
naturally claimed a share. Put there
is no doubt that Puritan theology
helped the adoption of the practice.
It was partly because the Indian was
held to be something worse than a
beast that he was treated as being at
least a beast. The truth was that he
was viewed as a liend, and there could
not be much scruple about using inhu
manities against a demon. Cotton
Mather calls Satan "the old landlord''
of the Americ an wilderness, and says
in his "Magnalia:" f'These Parts were
then covered with Nations of Bar
barous Indians and Infidels, in whom
the . rrint-e of the Power of
the Air did work as a Spirit; nor
could it be expected that Nations
of Wretches whose whole religion
was the most Explicit sort of
Devil-Worship should not be acted by
the Devil to engage in some early and
bloody Action for the Extinction of a
Plantation so contrary to his Interests
as that of New England now."—
T. W. Hiyyinson, in Harper's.
ITelmholtz showed that a wave of
thought would require a minute to
traverse a mile of nerve, and Hirsch
found that a touch on the face was
recognized by the brain and responded
to by a manual signal in the seventh of
a second, lie also found that the
speed of sense differed for different
organs, the sense Of hearing being re.
sponded to in a sixth of a second; while
that of sight required only one-fifth
second to be felt and signaled. In all
these cases the distance, traversed was
about the same, so that the inference is
that images travel more slowly than
sound or touch. '• It"still reniained t
however, to show the portion of this
interval taken up by the action of the
brain. Professor Donders, by a very
delicate apparatus, demonstrated this
to be about seventy-five thousandths of
a second. Of the whole interval, forty
thousandths are occupied in the simple
act of recognition, and thirty-five
thousandths in the act of willing a re
sponse. When two irritants were
caused to operate on the same sense,
one twenty-fifth of a second was re
quired for the person to recognize
which was the first; but a slightly
longer interval was required to deter
mine the priority in the case of the
other senses. These results were ob
tained from a middle-aged man, but in
youths the mental operations are some,
what quicker than in the adult. The
average of many experiments proved
that a simple thought occupies one
fortieth of a second.
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE.
The Speed of Thought.
UY TilE LIGHT OF THE MOON.
POP* i'ntr f.mtn KtnrUf n Myatlc Influ
ence mi .tinit.
The statement that the moon affects
the human body may at first sight
3eem nonsense, but the fact is, when
we examine it a little, it does not ap
pear so absurd after all. The moon
certainly exercises an influence over
fluids on the earth, and the human
body is about three-fourths water. It
is said that if wo put a human body
Into an oven and make it perfectly dry
it will go down from 150 to about 40
pounds.
People who are, born when the moon
is lising are more subject to her influ
ence in after life than others. They
frequently have the habit of walking
in their sleep, and about the time of
her fulling th\v are greatly subject to
dreams. Another curious thing is that,
if near-sighted, their eyes grow more
dim at the opposition and the change.
It is also well known that there are
animals—horses, lor instance- which
are moon-eyed; that is, their sight is
better or worse through the month, ac
corning to the condition of the moon.
The same is said of some dogs.
A whole volume might be filled with
the literature of tlie moon—not only
the astrological notions attached to
her, but the curious myths and legends.
Nothing is better known than that the
insane are affected by her beams at
certain seasons, and yet there are some
doctors who deny it. The famous
English physician, Forbes Winslow.
who made an exhaustive investigation
of the subject, in summing up the vari
ous theories as to how the moon acts
upon the demented, says it is impossi
ble to ignore the evidence of such men
as Pinel, Daquin, Guislain and others.
The astrological idea is that the planet
acts on the moist matter of the brain.
Some of the French psychologists
thought that the insane were observed
to be more troublesome when the
inoon was full because the light would
naturally make them so, preventing
them from sleeping. But this is a
very poor explanation, for, although
the moon is at her full every month
the nights are not always bright—
there may be a week or more of cloudi
ness--but the restlessness and excite
ment among the lunatics is seen to be
just the same, an 1 to exist by day as
well as after dark. Mr. Winslow*B
suggestion was as follows: "May not
the alleged changes observed
the insane at certain phases of the
moon arise not from the direct but the
indirect influence of the planet? It is
well known that the rarity of the air,
the electric conditions of the atmos
phere, the degree of heat, dryness,
moisture, and amount of wind prevail
ing, are all more or less modified by
the state of the moon. In the general
ity of bodily diseases what oblivious
changes are observed to accompany
the meteorological condition referred
to? Surely those suffering from dis
eases of the brain and nervous system
affecting the mind, cannot with any
degree of reason be considered as ex
empt from the operations of agencies
that are universally admitted to affect
patients afflicted with other diseases."
lie gives an instance further on of a
lady of much intelligence employed as
a matron in his establishment for in
sane ladies during some five years, who
informed him that the period of the
full moon invariably created a great
agitation among the patients.—Balti
more News.
Queer Shops.
There are very many more boot and
shoe shops here than in any other town
I have ever seen, writes a London cor
respondent. In the business streets
one may count them by dozens,and they
;tll look thriving. The continual rain
and damp of London probably account
for the innumerable shops for the sale of
India-rubber goods, there must be at
least twenty here for one to be met at
home. But the climate cannot explain
the remarkable prevalence of shops
where nothing is sold but .artificial
teeth! These crop up on every side
and excite our constant remark. We
wonder whether people step in and
buy a tooth or two or a set of teeth, as
one selects a hat or an umbrella;
whether regular dental operations are
carried on within; also, whether such a
branch of business can possibly be pro
fitable when carried on by so many
traders.
Begged Pardon.
An Arkansaw man borrowed a
newspaper and sat on the end of a cross
tie, reading. A train came along but
he was so deaf that he could not hear
the whistle. The engineer "slowed
up" and gently shoved the man aside.
"I'll be blamed," he exclaimed, "if
you ain't the imperlightest feller I
ever seed," and just then discovering
that he had been removed by a locomo
tive, continued, "Beg pardon. Didn't
know you was in the neighborhood."—
Arkansaw Traveler.
Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advance.
The history of spurs is lolli curious
nnl entertaining. The earlie t form
of spur was a single goad or sharp
p u'nt.
The dashing young knights of the
feudal Umcs had a great love for deco
rating th-ir spur.* with jewels.
In the tournuin nts they used spurs
with mottoes on the slianks. One such
had "A true knight and I" on one side,
and "Anger me and try" on the other.
By and* nt custom, tlie chorister
boys in the cathedrals can claim "spur
money" if anybody enters the sacred
edifice with spurs on:
If you Iti ing in spur or lint,
b a pence you pay—be fa lire of that.
The whip was not so knightly as the
spur; it however took part in several
old customs.
In the ancient city of York was a
day called whip-dog day, on which the
boys were accustomed to go around
and whip every dog they met. This
originated in the following peculiar
fact. A priest once celebrating mass
dropped the pix, which an unreligious
dog snapped up and swallowed.
The profane beast was hung, and for
years his species was subjected to tor
ment for his outrageous impiety. That
was, of course, in the good old times-
Another humane game connected
with tli© whip was this: A rooster
was tied to the branch of a tree. The
players were blindfolded and presented
with long whips. They were then led
to a little distance, and commenced
lashing in all directions, the fun con
sisting in the smart cuts they gave one
another. The one who struck the roos
ter first, and made him cry out, won
the game.
The old game of whip-top is as old
as history. In Dryden's translation of
Virgil's JEneid we read:
As young striplings whip the top for sport
On the smooth pavement of the empty court.
Two hundred years ago men played
whip-top as eagerly as the boys, and in
some villages a "town top" was pro
vided for the amusement of the poor.
rugnnclons Fonies.
Ponies are common in India, but the
quaintest of them all is a little fellow
run to seed and called the tattoo. A
correspondent of the London Field fur
nishes the following description: It is
a pony with few redeeming qualities
to set off against a whole stableful of
vices; but among his very questionable
virtues may be reckoned his pugnacity.
So great is this, that it would be quite
possible to keep Indian tattoos, like
cocks, for fighting purposes. If decent
ly fed, groomed, and but moderately
worked, they will become as high
couraged as game cocks, and as ready
to rush at one another, and to do battle
to the death, as birds in the pit. A
chestnut pony of this sort—a child's
pony, too—has been known to bite off
the ear of another pony for his break
fast, and to assimilate a very consider
able portion of the tail of another
tattoo in the course of the afternoon.
When hard worked and ill fed —as he
generally is in a native stable—the
tattoo's pugnacity, for which one can
not but give him credit, is turned into
a stubbornness that would astonish a
donkey. Nothing will move him, not
even a rope round his fore leg, backed
up by profanity and Mows. A stoic
might admire the animal when in this
mood if he did not belong to himself.
But perhaps after the five fat natives
within the box on wheels, to which
the tattoo is attached, have given up
all hopes of moving for that day and
have betaken themselves to the chew
ing of betel nut as a solacing and phil
osophical employment of the hour, the
cunning and malicious tattoo will
make a sudden and unexpected dash
forward with the reins about his heels,
when may be witnessed the edifying
spectacle of five fat baboo 3 laid upon
the road at equal distances, just like
the eggs and the basket, as in athletic
performances. The tattoo's mind, such
as it is, is, in fact, against every man
and every man's hand is against him.
But although morally bad and physi
cally unlovely there are good points
about the brute after all. It may take
time to" discover them, still there are
hopes for the tattoo of the future.
The growth of the nails is more rap
id in children than in adults and slow
est in the aged; goes on faster in the
summer than in the winter, so that the
same nail which is renewed in one
hundred and thirty-two days in win
ter, requires only one hundred and six
teen in summer. The increase of the
nails of the right hand is more rapid
than those of the left; moreover, it dif
fers for the different fingers, and in
order corresponds with the length of
the finger, consequently it is fastest in
the middle finger, nearly equal in the
two on either side of this, slower in
the little finger and slowest in the
thumb. The growth of all the nails on
the left hand requires eighty-two days
more than those of the right.
NO. 26.
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The Nails.
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Scatter Seeds of Kindness.
Tliere wag never a golden sunbeam
That fell on a desolate place,
H it loft some trace ol" ita presenoe
That lime could nover efface.
Not n sound of ineSahle eweetneaa
'lhat ravished the listening ear,
Th t slumbered in silence forgotten
For many and many a year—
But a word or might awaken
Its magical power anew,
Long alter the sweet-voiced singer
Had laded from earthly view.
Nor a heirt lhat was ever so weary,
Or tainted with sin and despair,
But a word of tender compassion
Might find an abiding-place there.
Yet count loss thousands are yearning
. For sympathy, kindness and love,
And souls are groping in darkness
Without one gleam from above.
There was never a sunbeam wasted,
Nor a song thnt was faung in vain,
And aouls that seem lost in the shadow®
A Saviot's love my reclaim.
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Though your deeds may never be known,
The harvest will ripen in glory
If the seed bo faithfully sown;
And life will close with a blessing,
And fade into endless day;
L : ke the golden hues of
That lade in the twilight gray.-
John C. Blair.
PUKGEST PARAGRAPHS.
Breaches of promise—Those your
tailor didn't bring home.
llow and where the gallant grocer's
clerk makes love—Across the way.
A Brooklyn boy can imitate with
his mouth the sound of a lawn mower.
His father is going to try and imitate
a thrashing machine.
Genius having succeeded in making
a sti amboat out of paper, it won't be
long before an inventive man will pro
duce a railroad eating-house beefsteak
made of pasteboard.
A "pocket guide" for instruction in
the art of swimming has been pub
lished. When you fall overboard and
don't know how to swim, all you have
to do is to tread water and read your
guide.
"Is that about the right length, sir?"
asked the skillful barber as he finished
cutting his customer's hair. "I like
the sides and back," was the response;
"but I wish you would make it a little
longer on the top."
The Apache Indian, it is said, can
march from thirty to forty miles a day
without becoming tired. It is really
a pity that the Apache cannot be
civilized, for he would be just the
fellow to accompany his wife on a
shopping excursion. •
And now doth the small boy knock
a picket off the fence to use for a
bat, and when he gets a swift ball on
the end of it he lays it down and rubs
his hands against his sides and looks
sadder than the"before using" portrait
of anti-loan advertisements.
Well, there is one thing sure," said
Mr. Job Shuttles, as he closed a discus
sion on the wrongsidedness of every
thing in general; "there is no justice
in this world, and it makes me blue to
think of it." True, Job," said Patience,
"but the reflection that there is justice
in the next, ought to make you feel a
great deal bluer."
Unmoved.
The man or woman who tries to get
a reputation for eccentricity is natur
ally outraged at people who won't be
astonished. Baudelaire, a French lit
erary character, was one of these, and
on his first coming to Paris he visited
another literary person, M. Du Camp,
who asked him whether he would have
Bordeaux or Burgundy. "Both," was
the reply, and he drained a bottle of
each at a draught, looking at his host
to see what impression it made upon
him. Du Camp was unmoved. Bau
delaire soon visited Du Camp again
with his hair dyed green. Du Camp
paid no attention to it. At last Bau
delaire cried in fury: "Don't you
notice anything peculiar in the color
of my hair?" "Nothing whatever,'
was the reply. "I have seen at least
fifty people with green hair to-day.
If you had dyed yours a bright blue
that would have struck me as uncom
mon." Baudelaire bounced from his
chair, flung himself from the room,
and declared to a friend that Du Camp
was the most disagreeable man in
Paris.
Soon after the Chinese legation
was established in its present quarters
at Washington a beggar called on Pro
fessional business. To his amazement
he was ushered with elaborate bows
and gestures into a luxurious room
where an attache kindly asked how he
might serve him. A collection was
then taken up for his benefit among
the members of the embassy, and he
was invited to refresh himself with a
lunch of delicate confections. As a
matter of course his singular experi
ence was known to every beggar in
town within twenty-four hours, and
the legation has been besieged ever
Bince by unprepossessing visitors.