April 15, 1892.
EASTER.
BY HEZPKIAH BUTTERWORTH.
The morninglight on Jordan falls,
The silver Kidron rippling lies ;
*Tis morn on Zion's golden halls,
On Salem’s towers and olden walls,
Where watch the weary sentinels
The far light in the skies.
The odorous lamps no longer thrill
The chambers of imperial towers,
But to a garden, lone and still,
There comes a form, and perfumes fll
Her way along the voiceless hill
Of resurrection flowers.
She hears the birds sing 'mid the palms,
The early camels’ bells afar;
She clasps the spices in her arm,
Her resinous treasures, gifts and balms,
With sighs and broken chords of Psalms,—
The penitent of Magdala!
What wondrous scenes await her there |
The riven tomb, the angels white!
“Mary 2” She hastes the word to bear ;
The brow of Olivet is fair,
The Levite 1ings the bells of prayer,
The new world wakes to light.
Mary! No woman ever bore
Such tidings to the world as thine ;
Mary, who stood the cross before,
And met the angels at the door
Of Jesus’ tomb—forevermore
Hope's messenger divine!
O faithful feet from . Galilee,
For thee the Easter lillies bloom.
So ever hearts that truest be
In faith and love and sympathy,
To Jesus’ lifted cross shall see
The angels at the open tomb.
THE EMIGRANTS WIFE.
BY M. B. MILLER,
The little Episcopal church of Llio-
way, in one of the Southern States, was
gorgeous ihis Easter eve with its floral
decorations. The girls belonging to
the congregation had been at werk
from early morning, and with vines
and evergreens from the adjacent for-
est, and a profusion of flowers from the
gardens intown, they had succeeded
in turning their pretty little church in-
to a bower ot fragrance and beauty.
“Well, at last we've finished,” Ciara
Grant said, as she descended the ladder
after adjusting the mottoes over the
central arch, *‘and I declare, girls,”
with an admiring glance around, “I
don’t believe the city churches ean
make a prettier show. But we've,
worked for it. my stars, how we have
worked! No one can say we are not
zealous in church matiers,”
“Not inchurch decorations, certain-
ly,” Alice Newton said, with a smile,
She was a sweet-taced, thoughful-
looking girl about eighteen. “What
between a desire to surpass other
churches and be complimented on our
taste, besides our natural love for pret-
ty things, I think we are makinga
very creditable exhibition, very credit-
able, indeed.”
“That's just like you, Alice,” Clara
Grant grambled; “you're always taking
a wrong view of things. Why do you
attribute these decorations to such
mean motives? Why don’t you go
down to the heart of them ?”
“Well, what is the heart of all
this ?”7 with a sweep of her hand to-
wards the wreaths and crosses.
“You eught to be ashamed to pre-
tend iguorance,’”” Clara cried wrathtu!-
ly ; “you are in one of your preverse
moods and I declare you are actually
impious. The heart of them, indeed!
Isn’t it Easter and ought we not re-
joice at the resurrection, and show
that we rejoice ?’
“Certainly ; I am the last to deny
that, but why bound our rejoicing by
church decorations ? Can a few flow-
ers and wreaths express fitly and fully
our great gladnass 7”
“Goodness knows what you want,”
laughed Clara. “When you mount
one of your crotchets and canter oft, I
don’t pretend to keep up with you.
But don’t forget to bring the lilies to
morrow lor the christening font. We
decided to have nothing but lilies on it,
you know, and you are the cnly one
who bas any in bloom. You see we
have left the tont untouched until to-
morrow, and you and I must be here
at least an hour before the services be-
gin, to arrange it.”
“Very well. I shall have five or six
sheaves of lovely white lilies in bloom
to-morrow and some white violets,—
they will be quite as suitable as the
lilies for the font.”
Easter morning dawned,—an ideal
Easter, so fresh and bright and beauti-
ful it was !
Dressing in haste, Alice ran down to
the garden and filled a large basket
with white, golden-hearted lilies, with
the dew still on their silken petals.
“You are in a great hurry,” her
mother said, as she hastily rose from
the breakfast table.
“Yes, Clara and I have to decorate
the christening font before services
begin. You know it must be all
white, and there were no white flowers
brought in yesterday.”
“You have lilies enough there to
make it beautiful,”” Mrs. Newton said.
“Yes I think so,” Alice said, bend-
ing over the flowers lovingly. “Surely
lilies are the most suggestive flowers
that can be used in church decorations,
particularly for a font. They are as
pure and sweet as the infants that are
brought there to be ehristened.”
Alice walked leisurely towards the
chureh, knowing that she had ample
time for the work which lay before
her. She paused to admire the land
scapea moment, when her arm was
gently touched. Turning hastily, she
saw a little girl about twelve, with a
thin, sallow face, but wonderful black
eyes that were fixed hungrily on the
lilies in her basket.
“Please, ma'am,” the child said in
quick excited tones, “aren’t those beau-
tifol flowers lilies 2”
“Why, yes,” she said, kindly hold-
ing the basket that the child might
examine them ; but where have you
come from my child, that you have
never seen a’ iy ?”
“No, I never saw one before,” draw-
ing in her breath in a kind of ecstatic
sigh ; “Mother has told me so much
about them I knew them as soon as I
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| gates.”
i those words, forgot the christening
i‘font, her waiting (riend, and her Easter
|- duties.
saw them. Oh, aren’t they beautiful,
and don’t they smell sweet ?”
She clasped her hands, and her
————| splendid eyes, full of delight and won-
der, were riveted on the flowers. But
suddenly the expression changed to
one of profound grief. :
“Qh, if mother could see the hlies
once more! Poor mother !”
The tears ran down her cheeks as
she spoke, and she wiped them away
with her check aproo.
“Where is your mother ?”7 Alice ask-
ed. “Your are a stranger here ?’
“Yes'm ; we've come all the way
from Kansas in a wagon. Papa, he’s
from Alabama, and mother; too. She
was taken ill after she was caught out
in a big blizzard that blew down our
house. She longed so to get back to
her old home, so papa sold out, and
we've been traveling, oh! I don't
know how many weeks, Mother be-
came worse yesterday, and we stopped
outside of town, and papa got adoctor.
He says she’s very low,” witha chok-
ed sob, “but I reckon if she «could see
these lilies it would do her some good.
She was always wanting them in Kan-
sas, but we were too poer to buy
flowers.”
“Sick, poor, and a stranger at your
Alice, as she remembered
“Take me to your mother,” she said
“What is your name, my child ?
“Christine—Christine Bruce. Oh ! I
am so glad mother will see the lilies,”
clapping her hands and laughing with
delight.
“Yes, she shall have as many as she
wants,”
As they walked towards the out-
skirts of the town, the child told her
simple, pitiful tale. Her father had
been once in good circumstance, and
her mother, from Christine's account
was an educated woman whose family
in Alabama had been wealthy. Mis-
fortune came to the settlers, and pov-
erty and sickness followed.
“There's the wagon, and ‘there's pa-
pa,’ Christine cried suddenly, pointing
to a canvas-covered emigrant wagon,
and a man sitting on the tongue, with
his face buried in his hands.
“And oh ! I forgot to buy the bread
he sent me for, and he hasn't a wouth-
ful for breakfast. Oh, papa!” running
to him, “I forgot your bread, but I'll
run back forit. 1 was so taken up
with some lilies thatllady has brought
for mother!
“Is that you, Christine?’ the man
said, raising his head. His face was
thin and worn, and his eyes had the
vacant look of one whose thoughts
were leagues away ; but Alice noticed
that neither face nor woice were those
of a common laborer. His clothes, as
well as those of his daughter, were of
coarse homespun, but they were
clean.
“Never mind about the bread, child,
a mouthful would choke me ; but your
mother wants her tea, and you'd better
make it immediately.”
“Yes, papa here’sa good lady come
to see mother, and oh!” her eyes shin-
ing, “she got the beaufifullcst lilies in
that basket, and she’s going to give
some to mother.”
The man rose from his seat, and
witha courteous move nicnt took off his
hat.
“You are very kind, Miss,” he said,
“I'm afraid my poor wife has gone too
far to notice flowers. If she could have
seen them a month ago!” His voice
choked. “She bad a sick longing for
some of the lilies from her old home,
but I could as soon have gct her the
moon as lilies in the part of the coun-
try where we lived.”
“How is your wife aow ?” asked
Alice, kindly.
“The doctor has just left here; he
says she can’t last many hours. O
my God!” throwing up his arms,
“how can I bear to give my Milly up ?
Go up there, Miss ; I can’t look at her
yet, or I'll break down, and she’s so
afraid to die ! Oh, that's the worst of
atl. She wonders in her mind a good
deal of the time, and it breaks my
heart to hear her talk.”
Alice climbed into the wagon. A
mattress was spread on the floor, and
on it lay a ¥oman with a white, ema-
ciated tace looking like a corpse, Her
eyes were closed, but as Alice bent ov-
er her they opened suddenly, and the
girl shrunk bank. There was some-
thing appalling 1n the brilliant eyes, so
like Christine’s set in that thin face.
Eyes in which seemed concentrated all
the life of a body already dead or dy-
ing.
Alice answered the unspoken ques-
tion she saw in that look—inquiring,
startled.
“Your little daughter met me, and
and told me how ill you were, and how
much you liked lilies. See, I've
bought you ‘some’ holding the fra-
grant blossoms to the sick woman's
face.
“Lilies I"” she cried hoarsely, clutch-
ing them with her hot hand. “Oh
I’ve dreamed of them so often, so often,
but I mever expected to see one until 1
went up to His garden—the Master's
garden. you know, where there will be
no sickness nor sorrow. But will they
let me in, do you think ?’ Her eyes
grew wild with terror. “Oh! I'm so
scared.” Her voice sank into a mur-
mur, and she przssed the flowers to
her lips convulsively. “Mother,” she
whispered, I will wear lilies to morrow
with my bridal dress, they are so white
and pure, and see, they have golden
crowns like the saints in the pictures.
‘Consider the lilies, they toil not neith-
do they spin. Bat I have toiled,” her
voice rising, “I have spun, and what
has it come to?’
She lay silent for a few minutes,
holding the fiowers to her bosom, and
and when she spoke again it was in a
changed voice and she seemed by an
effort to regain a consciousness of her
surroundings.
“I'm very ill,” she murmured, “and
my mind wonders, I suppose. You
brought me those lilies, I know,” to
Alice “Thank you for them. Will you
hang them where I can look at them
all the time ? My hands are too weak
to hold them, and they are so sweet
and precious to me.
“David,” as her husband aad child
brought the tea to her, “you see His
messenger has come to me—the lilies I
mean. I am notafraid any longer to
cross the river. Somehow, the mes:
sage came to me in the flowers I love
best I'm not strong enough to tell you
all they say, only that I'm not afraid.
Pat ove in my hand that I may hold it
as a sign. Safe, safe, thank God!”
She dozed a little, and suddenly, with
a start, her eyes opened and her lips.
smiled.
“Beautiful, beautiful,” she gasped
“great ranks of snowy lilies whispering
to me. What are they saying?
What—"" The ecstatic, expectant look
in her beautiful eves dimmed, and with
a deep-drawn sigh her soul had flown
to hear the meaning of her vision at
the foot of the great white throne.
Alice, with streaming eyes, left the
husband and child alone with their
dead promising to send hélpto perform
the last offices. When she had done
that although it was late, she took her
way to the church.
As she entered, her eyes fell on the
i font, brown, bare and undecorated, a
san to the bright adernments around,
ond glancing at Clara's face, she saw
euch indignant surprise that sbe al-
roost quailed before the impending
storm.
“I must say your conduct is dis
graceful unpardonable!” Clara cried,
when church was over. ‘Just look at
that,” pointing to the font with tears
of vexation in her eyes. “All our
pains and work yesterday thrown away
and people laughing at us. Where
have you been what were you doing,
and where are the lilies your inother
said you started from home with ?”
“Come with me, Clara,” Alice said
“andivou will see.” As they walked
towards the emigrant’s wagon, she told
her friend the outlines of the sad
tale.
She was touched to the heart, and
the sight of the poor, emaciated body
laid out decently and covered with li-
lies from head to foot, almost over-
came her.
“I put them all about her,” the
man said to Alice. “She was the best
woman in the world, and pious. too.
But she was awl(ully afraid to die, and
no one dared to tell her how near the
end was. Somehow those flowers
seemed to bring her a message from
the other world. I don’t understand it
Miss, I suppose you don’t; but when
you brought those flowers, you did the
kindest act one human being could do
to another. ‘God forever bless you.
You came like the Easter angel we
read about to me and mine.”
“It was better than decorating the
font,” Clara said, as the two girls re-
turned from the funeral that evening.
“Ah me! and I was so furious with
you for neglecting what I thought your
duty, and I have learned a lesson.
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draw the top shirr string to fit the frame
allowing the hem to arrange itself into
a graceful puff; draw the other shirrs
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piece for the rufile. This allows a
whole breadth extra to full. Sew the
three pieces together and “pink” both
edges. Shirr about one itch from the
top and sew to the bottom of the shade.
A handsome spray of flowers and a lace
ruffle over the silk one adds to its beau-
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these. If the frame is not large enough
a small wire may be looped around it
making any size desired.
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An Unkind Inference.
Mrs. Gramercy. “As you wished to
see him on business, I'm very sorry my
husband’s out of town and not likely to
return for a few months.”
Mrs. Maiaprop. “It’s provoking, of
course, but I suppose I shouldn’t allow
myself to feel disappointed. You would
be surprised to knaw how many persons
are away from home just now taking
the gold cure.”
A New Fad.
From the Boston Courier.
Miss Smilax. “What a fine collec-
tion of goldfish yon have, Mrs. Tangle-
tongue!”
Mrs. Tangletongue.
prize my herbarium.”
Miss Smilax. “Those where the gold
shade off to red are especially beautiful.”
Mrs. Tangletongue. ‘Yes, I think a
great deal of those tainted ones.”
“Yes. I greatly
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my head for months and could get no
relief. ‘Was advised to use Ely’s Cream
Balm. It has worked like magic in its
cure. I am free from my cold after us-
ing the Balm one week, and I believe it
is the best remedy known.—Samuel J.
Harris, Wholesale Grocer, 119 Front St.
New York.
The Blind Who Won't See.
From the Boston News.
Great Expert's Assistant. “There
must be arsenic in this medicine you are
analyzing. This looks like it.”
Great Expert. “It does, rather.”
Assistant. *‘It must be arsenic .”
Great Expert “No, it can’t be. [
am analyzing the medicine for the man-
ufacturers, not for the public.”
THE EASTER HFN.
Oh, children, have you ever seen
The little Easter hen,
Who comes to lay her pretty eggs,
Then runs away again?
She only comes on Easter Day,
And when that day is o'er,
Till next year brings it round again,
You ne'er will see her more.
Her eggs are not like common eggs,
But all of colors bright, —
Blue, red, purple, with spots and stripes,
And scarcely one that’s white.
She lays them in no special place,
On this side and on that;
And last year, only think ! she laid
One right on Johnny's hat.
But naughty boys and girls get none,
So, children, don’t forget,
But be as good as good can be,
It is not Easter yet.
Tempting Dishes.
Good Things for the Table That Makes the
Mouth Water.
Creamed Lobster.—The meat of one
good-sized Lobster, cut, not chopped, in-
to inch-long bits one cup of milk, one
cup of buster, two heaping teaspoonfuls
' of corn starch rubbed into a tablespoon-
ful of butter. Put the milk and cream
together, add a pinch of soda to prevent
curdling, and make scalding hot in a
farina kettle.
ing, season the lobster to taste with salt
and cayenne peper ; stir it into the hot
milk, edd the corn starch and butter
‘and bring all to a boil, stirring all the
while. When the milky part has be-
come dike thick cream, remove the kettle
and set aside the contents to cool: Just
before lunch, butter scallop shells if you
have:them, if not, an ordinary pudding
dish, and fill with the mixture. Sprink-
le fine bread crumbs over the top, dot
with bits of butter, set in the oven and
baketo a delicate brown. Eat while
very hot. MARION HARLAND.
German Coffee Cake.—One quart
milk, eight ounces sugar, eight ounces
butter, a little salt, two ounces yeast,
lemon flavor flour six eggs. Make a
soft-sponge of the milk, yeast and flour;
let it rise. Then add all otherr ingred-
ients. Make a stiff dough, adding all
flour required. Let rise again, roll out
put on a pan and let it rise again. Brush
it with egg, sprinkle sugar and chopped
almonds on top and bake. The al-
monds may be omitted if desired.
A coffee charlotte russe is out of the
ordinary line, and is made by soaking
half a box of gelatine in half a cup of
cold water. Toone pint of thick cream
add onesmall cup of sugar and one cup
of strong, clear coffee. Beat all till
thick with an egg-beater ; then stir into
the cream, beating all well, Line a
mould or pudding dish with lady fingers
or sponge cake slices, pour in the mix-
ture, and set upon the ice.
In our use of coffee as flavoring we
generally use one-third coffee, as we pre-
fer a very decided flavor; butit is a
matter of taste. Especial pains should
be taken to avoid a muddy appearance
of jellies and the like.
Marbled Layer Cake--Black Part—
One cup of brown sugar. one-half cup of
butter, one cup of sour milk, two cups
of flour, one cup of chopped raisins, one
teaspoonful of soda dissolved in a little
warmy water, one, teaspoonful of
molasses, the yolks of three eggs, one
teaspoonful each of cloves and nutmeg.
White Part—One cup of flour, one-
half cup each of corn starch, sweet milk
and butter, one cup of granulated sugar
two teaspoonful of baking powder, the
whites of three eggs. Bakeall in four
layers, and put together with icing.
Turnips a la Creme —Make a pint of
white sauce out of any kind of stock or
out of plain milk. Flavor with Wor-
cestershire sance. Boil four turnips and
cut them in dice. Pour the sauce over
them. Scrve.
Ham Omelet—Make an omelet of four
eggs, two tablespoonfuls of milk, a tea-
spoonful of salt and a liberal dash of
pepper. In a frying-pan put a table-
spoonful of butter. Stir until smooth,
then add three tablespuonfuls of milk, a
generous ounce of finely chopped lean
boiled ham, ‘a saltspoontul of dry mus-
tard and a dash of cayenne. Spread the
mixture over the cooked omelet, fold
and serve.
What Is Poety.
A Dejnition by the Poet Stedman.
Whether sung, spoken, or written, it
is still the most vital form of human ex-
pression. One who essays to analyze its
couostituents is an explorer undertaking a
quest in which many have failed.
Doubtless he too may fail, but he sets
forth in the simplicity of a good knight
who does not fear his fate too much,
whether his desert be great or small.
In this mood seeking a definition of
that poetic utterance which is or may
become of recod,—a definition both de-
fensible and inclusive, vet compresed
into a single phra:e,—I have put to-
gether the following statement: e
Poetry is rhythmical, imaginative
language, expressing the invention, tastt
thought, passion, and wnsight of he hu-
man soul.—The Century for April.
Brown Got There.
Trom the Atlanta Constitution.
“Brown got his last article in a maga-
zine.”
“Impossible! It was written and
spelled so badly no man could make it
out.” :
“All the same, he got there. They
advertised it as an article by a new au-
thor, written in twenty different lan-
guages, and sent him a check for $50.
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——Now approaches the day of doom
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They Followed Copy.
And the Result Was that there Was no Wedding
Breakfast.
From the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.
«‘Horrors, what an obscure hand you |
write |” said the literary editor to the |
new space writer, as he turned in a bit of |
poetry. .
“Oh, it’s plain enough,” interjected
the poet, hastily. “The rhymes and
the meter will help the compositor out,
and there'll not be the least bit of trou-
ble if they just follow the copy.”
And the manuscript went hastily up
‘the tube to the composing room.
*‘Sa-ay, what dod-ga.ted chump bas
been sendin’ in his Chinese laundry bill
for copy 7’ wildly yelled slug 10, wip-
ing a sudden burst of prespiration from
his forehead and glaring at his take.
«J can’t make head or tail out of this
thing !”’
«Well, Chinese or no Chinese,” cried
the hurrying foreman, ‘‘make whatever
you can outof it and snag it up in
mighty short order, for we're late now.
And the type fairly jumped from the
case into the stick.
“Good Cwmsar!”’ gdsped the proof
reader, clutchiug at his brow. ‘Are my
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eyes failing or is this a premonition of
nervous prostration ?” Then he rubbed
hiseyes and stared. ‘By the Gods!
either I’ve got the blind staggers or
slug 10's on a royal toot.”
at that instant a scream came down the
spout: “Rush that proof along for heav-
en’ssake? We're late!”
The proof reader groaned, galloped
down the eolumn, hesitated, and then
desperately thrust the slip into the tabe,
huskily murmuring: “I compared ii
with copy and that’s as near as I can
get to Hebrew these days.”
That night the new space writer hur-
riedly wrapped up 2nd addressed a copy
of the issue without a glauce and drop-
ed it into the mail, with this brief note:
“Jy Onliest Sweet and Dearest Marie
—1I send you a number of the Sunday
supplement containing my little poem.
our face was an ever present inspir-
ation to me when I wrote, and happy
thoughts of you inspired every sentence.
Here you will find expressed what I
have ever felt toward you, but have
hardly dared to voice before. Till
death, &e.”
Miss Marie Cortlandt Van Clifton
glanced through the tender note, blush-
ed with pleasure, and hurriedly opening
the paper read :
T0 MARIE.
When the breeze from the blacbottle’s bluster-
ing blim
Twirls the toads in a tooroomaloo,
And the whiskery whine of the wheedlesome
whim
Drowns the roll of the rattatattoo.
Then Sg in the shade of the shally-go-
shee,
And the voice of the ballymolay
Brings the smell of the state poppy-cod blum.
mered blee
From the willy-wad over the way
Ah, the shuddering shoe and the
blanks
When the pungiung falls from the bough
In the blast of a hurricane’s hicketty-hanks
Over the hills of the hocketty-how !
Give the rigamarole to the clangery-wang,
If they care for such fiddlededee ;
But the thingumbob kiss of the whangery-
“blinketty-
ang
Keeps the higgledy-piggle for me.
L’ENVOL.
It is pilly-po-doddle and allgobung
When the lollypop covers the ground.
Yet the poldiddle perishes plunketty-yung
When the hearty jimmy-coggles around.
If the soul cannot snoop at the giggle-some
cart,
Seeking surcease in gluggety-glug
It is useless to say to the pulsating heart,
“Yankee-doodle ker-chngget-chug!”
The new space writer and Miss Marie
Cortlandt Van Clifton are not engaged
now.
Italy Cablegrams That She Will Attend he
World's Columbian Erposition.
WasniNgion, April 3.—C. F. Car-
racietti, secretary of the Italy- American
board of promotion of the Worlds
Columbian exposition, was shown a
cablegram received here yesterday an-
nouncing that Italy would take part in
the World's fair if indemnity is paid
for the Italians killed at New Orleans a
year ago.
“J have tried every available means
to keep the World’s fair matter separate
from the lamentable New Orleans inci-
dent, and found the Italian government
ready to uphold this separation ; there-
fore, I cannot believe that the dispatch
is a true expression of the feeling at
Rome. The last communication I re-
ceived from Italy showed clearly that
the tendency of Italy was to recede
from the position it had taken inthe
World's fair matter, and that prominent
part at the exposition which the memo-
ry of Columbus demands. Italy will
be here, but not upon grounds of trade
and barter as is suggested in the tele-
gram, but without any other prompter
than the consciousness of fulfilling a
dutiful mission.”
Ho ! my sisters, see the banner
Waving in the sky,
Are you broken-down discharged ?
Courage ! help is nigh.
On that banner read this legend :
“Suffering women, hail !
Pierce's favorite Prescription
Ne'er known to fail.”
The success of this remedy is wonder-
ful. It’s record is unparalleled. It has
cured thousands of cases of female weak-
ness, irregularities, and all diseases pec-
uliar to the sex. It can always be de-
pended on to do exactly what is claimed
for it. All the proprietors ask iz a trial.
That will convince the most skeptical
ot its wonderful virtues. Price ($1.00)
refunded if it fails to give satisfaction.
Guarantee printed on every bottle-
wrapper.
\
X
To Bless a Meal for Russia.
The Rev. T. De Witt Talmage offi-
ciated at the blessing of a shipment of
280,000 pounds of Asnerican flour last
Tuesday, that was sent to the Russian
sufferers on the Red Star line steamship
Conemaugh. These 2.000 sacks, filling
eight cars were the gift of thousands of
people all over the Union who sent their
contributions to the Chrw.cain Herald
and this shipment will be followed by
others till at least 1,000,000 pounds
have been sent to Libau, the Russian
charge of the authorized committees
operating under the instructions of the
United States Embassy.
——That tired feeling” is entirely
overcome by Hood’s Sarsaparailla,
which gives a feeling of buoyancy and
strength to the whole system.
The World of Women.
It is now considered bad taste for la-
dies to kiss in public.
Peroxide of hydrogen diluted with
| ammonia wiil bleach the hair.
Flounces of lace are seen on the new
changeable silks, surahs and challies.
A good salad and a fine cup of black
coffee will redecm a very bad dinner.
Naphtha is good for cleaning kid
gloves, but keep it away from the fire,
The whele-back coat is certainly one
of the most curious spring develope-
ments.
Yokes of embroidery are fashionably
united with the new long basques and
round waists.
The Russian blouse is not effective
unless a belt be used to draw it in close~
ly to the figure. :
The latest of souvenir spoons repre-
sents “Uncle Remus,” Joel Chandler
Harris’ fau iliar darky.
_ Plain and printed pongees are now’
displayed and make pretty and service-
able summer dresses.
Cavalier or “Highwaymen’s cuffs’
are more popular than ever with the
leg 0’ mutton sleeves.
The new silk bengalines are very
handsome and are much nsed for visit
ing and promenade costumes.
Ordinary sticking plaster makes a
good remedy for corns, as it keeps them
sott and prevents the rubbing.
—The latest stationery shows very de-
cided colors, among them being shades
of pink, heliotrope and blue-gray.
Wash white flannels in cold water
with suds made of white soap, and they
will not shrink much nor look yellow.
Flower hats will be universally worm
during the early summer, and for thea-
tre wear or at summer festivals they are
lovely.
Striped ginghams are trimmed with
embroidery and ribbon, and are made
up after the Russian blouse or in plain
round or surplice waist,
By putting a puff’ ot velvet or cloth
in the sleeves of adress a thin woman,
with long arms, can improve the ap-
pearance of those extremities. !
Promenade dresses of fine French
cloth, in such shades as tan, blue, ecru
and dark green, are trimmed elaborately
with beaded passementerie or jet. =
Mr. Pullman’s daughter Julia selects
the names for all of his sleeping and
palacecars and he is said to pay her
$1,000 a year for the exercise of ingen
uity.
Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox is what
might be called a medium blonde; her
hair, which is unusually frizzy, is gen-
erally worn in a Psyche knot; her
eyes are gray.
Braided robes are not now as much in
demanded as embroidered robes, which
come in beautiful spring shades and are
embroidered in floral patterns, wheels,
circles and crescents.
A single long stemmed flower droop~
ing over the side of the spiral-shaped
vase imbedded in moss is frequently the
only floral beauty to be found upon the
fashionable lunch table.
Irish point lace and embroidery is
used on sum mer shallies, silks and the
imported ginghams, and ribbon enters
largely into the ornamentation of such
dresses as well as lace or embroidery.
Spurgeon’s grave in Norwood Ceme-
tery is marked by a simple marble slab.
bearing the inscription “C. H. Spur-
geon.”” Mrs. Spurgeon has suggested
that the “ Waiting’’ be added, and the
suggestion is to be carried out.
A yellow one can be made most
charmingly with sleeves and yoke of
white, and black velvet rosettes; and a
white or pale blue may be made most
delightful symphonies if combined with
moss green or golden brown.
An afternoon dress for a young girl,
made in pink cotton crepe, shirred into
a belt at the waist, and with yellow lace
rufiles at neck and wrists,full sleeves and.
a soft surah sash, makes a gown that is a
rival for one costing ten times as much.
Miss Louisa Macdonald, the recently
elected principal of the New University
College for Women, at Sidney, N.S.
W., is only thirty-three years old. She
has 8 splendid record as a classical schol
ar and a student of classical history, and.
has a reputation as an archzologist.
The cotton crepes this season are the.
most bewildering and dainty of all the
low-priced materials. There is a crink«
le and a clinging effect combined that
is irresistible. Made up in the fancy
summer styles now prevalent, it sis a
matter of grave conjecture whether ox
not the passing gown is of goods costing
$1.50 to $2 a yard or only 25 cents.
The bats for children are shown in
greater variety than ever. Those with |
the easily- bendable Leghorn brim and
the full Tam o’ Shanter silk crowns are
the most favored. An exquisite hat in
this style had thedeep brim of white
chip. The silk crown, loose and full,
was of a faint violet tint, loops of white.
and violet ribbon peeped out from be
neath the crown, and violet tips gave a.
charming effect to the front. These.
hats are made Gp in all combinations of
color.
FOR INEXPERIENCED ENTERTAINERS,
Place the largest knife and fork to
the right and left of the plate, the fish
Knife and fork furtherest from the plate;
thd oyster fork may either be laid to the
left of all other forks or one the oyster
plate, while the soup-spoon lies cross
wise between the plate and the middle
of the table, to the right of the knives.
A knife is unnecessary with salad.
The fork may either be ixid by the
others or be placed on the table when
the salad is served. Put a plate at each
place, not in a pile in front of the ear
ver. If the servant uses a tray the
guests may take the full plate, while
the the waiter deftly removes the empty
ones. In some good houses no tray is
used in passing filled plates, The salad
should either be passed for each guest to
help himse f, or brought in served on
plates. Attea you may have a tea-
spoon by each plate if you need it, but
the spoon for the tea should be in the
saucer, and a spoon for any sweet or
desert may lie on the plate that hold the
saucer containing the portion. Ringer-
bowls ure necessary for a breakfast fruit
course. A fruit napkin is only neces.
ary at dinner when the fruit served is
of a kind that would stain the white
napkin. For winter fruit small doilies
alone need be used.