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TELL ME, YE WINGED WINDS.
Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know some spot
Where mortals weep no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell
Some valley in the west,
Where free from toil and pain,
The weary soul may rest?
The low winds dwindled to a whisper low,
And sighed for pity as they answered “No,
Tell me, thou mighty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
The bliss for which he sighs. —
Where sorrow never lives,
And friendship never dies?
The loud waves Jolling in per etual flow,
Stopped forawhile and sighed to answer —
0.
And thou' serenest moon,
That, with such a lovely face,
Dost look upon the earth,
Asleep in night's embrace ;
Tell me, in all thy round
Hast thou not seen some spot
‘Where miserable man
May find a happier lot?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And = voice, sweet but sad, responded —
“No''
Tell me, my secret soul,
Q, tell me Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place,
From sorrow, sin and death?
Is there no happy spot
W here mortals may be blest,
Where grief may find a balm,
And weariness a rest? :
Faith, Hope and Love, best boons to martals
given, :
Waved their bright wings, and whispered —
**Yes in heaven?’
el A as———— —
My Sister's Lover.
The month of May, and through my
half-epen window came stealing a soft
wind, filled with summer warmth and
summer fragrance. The trees in the
garden were full of blossoms. The
early roses were in bloom, but of all
this I saw nothing, My gaze was fixed
upon two figures slowly walking down
the garden path—a man and a woman.
The man was tall, and strong, and
masterful, yet tender as a mother with
her first-born, gentle as a girl in all the
little acts and courtesies of life. The
woman was young and very beautiful,
with a figure slender and swaying like
a reed as she walked, and dark, lus-
trous eyes, which brought to many a
man his heart's undoing.
I fancied the light in them now, as
she lifted them to Geoffry Branscombe’s
face. He was her guardian, and he loveed
her. She was bud my half sister, five
years my senior, and so I was notentitled
toher confidence. Indeed, only a little
month ago I had returned from school,
with my education completed, in the
then 1 had been very ill. Over-study,
the dector had said, but I knew better.
To my own soul I could whisper the
humiliating truth, ceuld pour out the
cruel confession, with a sort of savage
pleasure at the self-inflicted torture,
It was my heart, rot the body, that
suffered-—-the heart that had forever
conscious keeping.
in her eyes, the new radiance of her
beauty, as it burst upon me on the day
of my retain,
And what could be more natural than
that things should be as they were?
Did not guardians always love their
wards, and wards their guardians,
I had never read a book which treated
of such a relationship in which such
was not the sequel of the tale, And
yet—and yet, did it make it easier for
me to bear.
I turned my gaze away from that
other picture, and lifted myself up from
the depth of the great chair in which I
lay, until I could e¢atch a glimpse of my
own face in the mirror opposite,
What a contrast | My eves, the only
beauty I possessed, looked many times
tod large for the thin, dark face; and
my haic, which had been the rival
beauty to my eyes, was close cropped to
my head.
The§ had cut it off as [ lay delirious
with fever, and crying that its weight
hurt me,
I sank back, with a groan. At that
fnstant my sister, returning, entered
the room.
“‘Mabel,’’ she cried—* ‘Mabel, darling,
1 am so happy !”
And rapidly crossing the floor, she
sapk down on her knees beside my
chair, i
The constrast was too great,
had I seen her half so beautiful,
“Don’t tell me—don’t!” 1 hastily
exclaimed and lifted up my hand, as if
to ward off a blow, “I know,” I con-
tinued. *'I congratulate you; but don’t
say amy more.’’
“You know dear ?'’ she answered, a
look of surprise sweeping over her face,
“How is that possible 7"
“Don’t ask me. Only, I know, I"
But I could say no more, My weak-
ness conquered my strength, and I burst
inte bitter weeping. ,
“Poor child! Dear little Mabel
she whispered, tenderly,
me 80 well that you hate to lose me?
But you will not really lose me dear.,
‘When 1 am married’
“Hush |” I interrupted. “I won't
hear any more,” and, sobbing bitterly,
buried my face in my hands, i
Of ¢ourse no heroine would have done
Never
but eighteen years, and could only look
forward to a long, long life of lonely
misery—for I loved Geoffry,
He had not meant to make me love
him—I know that; but when I had
come home for my Chistmas holidays,
Alice had been away on a visit, and so I
had seen him every day. We had ridden
and driven, and walked together, and,
as 1 have sald, his manner held uncon-
scious and inherent tenderness toward
things weaker than himself which had
charmed my heart into recklessness,
pouring forth its unheeded treasures at
his feet,
My excitement in representing all
this, and seeing the seal set upon my
misery, brought its own punishment.
For a week my life was again despaired
of.
Then, because I did not wish the boon,
strength came slowly back. Every day
he came ; every day he sent me flowers,
or fruit, or some sweet message ; but it
was all an added torture,
At last, when I grew betler, the
physicians said I must have change,
and so they sent me to the seaside, to
visit an aunt who had a house at Worth.
ing.
I was glad to go. Had I stayed at
home I should have gone mad. Alice
and Mr. Branscombe went with me to
the train. I bade her good-by, and the
train was just about to start, when he
put his head in through the window.
“Yon will let me come and see you,’
he said, and 1 had only time to answer ;
“No, no, you must not come !"’
Only time for this, and to note the
swift look so like pain, which swept
over his face ere he moved away, and
my last glimpse was of them both
standing side by side, as they should
Notwithstanding my injunction to
the contrary, he came. I had been in
my new home a fortnight, and some of
the color was stealing back into my
cheeks, when one afternoon, as 1 sat
alone, dreaming, as I dreamed all my
idle hours away, I saw the face which
a moment before had floated in my
fancy.
For a moment I was happy, supreme-
ly, ecstatically happy, and springing up
I held out both hands with a rapturous
ery of welcome, then I sank back cold
and stern again.
But that ery had brought him
beside me, and my hands were so tightly
close
brown eyes looked into the very depths
of mine, that I trembled and was still.
Merciful heaven !| what was it that 1
read there ? Could it be that he loved
and that he had wooed and won
Alice for her gold ?
I should have said before that my
| sister was an heiress, 1 had no dower
but Geoffry
Branscombe, I would have sworn was
if not, his eves had
me he loved.
I don’t know just what came me
in that hour, that moment, but though
I realized or thought I. realized, his
baseness, yet I could not snatch from
my lips the cup whose sweetness slaked
their thirst. I held it there and
drank.
We spoke no word of love, but every
day found him by my side. I was no long-
er listless ; I was brilliant even merry. 1
laughed and sang, as one might laugh
and sing at the feast of death,
And so a fortnight passed, and still
he lingered ; but his return was fixed
for the morrow. On that last evening
we wandered down upon the beach,
silvered by the moonlight. Standing in
its rays, be turned and faced me clasp-
ing kis hand over mine as it lay uponhis
arm.
**Mabel,” he said, **I love you, child |
You are but achild, and I am a man who
has outstripped you in the race of life
by twenty years. But will you give
yourself to me, dear ? Has it beén my
own blind fancy which has given birth
to the sweet hope that 1 alone might
make your happiness ?"
He paused then, waiting for my
answer, Only a minute passed, but I
had awakened from my dream. I had
not thought his baseness ever could
find words ;: had not thought my sister
would know his perjury,
Only a minute, but I had torn out
my heart and trampled it beneath my
feet. I turned upon the man with hot,
fierce passion ; I forgot that I had led
hing ; I forgot my own baseness, my own
love. What burning, scathing words
1 used, 1 know not, but when I had fin-
ished he offered me again his arm, from
which I had withdrawn my clasp, and
we walked back in silence to the house,
Yet, as he left me, still without
a word, I felt strange to say, only
my own guilt, He had not borne
himself like one convicted of a wrong.
The next week I went home, Alice
| was the first to meet me, and that night
I she erept into my room, and knelt
down beside me as she had done once
before,
“Darling 1” she whispered, ‘‘next
month I am to be married, and
to
AL
are to be only
maid,” :
“I cannot!” 1 answered, “Don’t
ask me, Alice! It would kill me!” =
“Do you really love me so well, dear’?
But you will not refuse me this? 18
would mar all my happiness, Mal
and I am so happy. When you havi
seen Harry—when you learn to know
and love him for himself-—you will une
derstand. ”’ :
“Harry 1” 1 gasped. ‘“Who is he ?”’
“Harry— Harry Stretton ; the man 1
am to marry, Why, Mabel, you told
me you knew it all. Is it possible you
did not know ?”’
And then she told me of the engage-
ment which had been entered into dur
ing her Chrismas visit—an epgagement
finally ratified and approved by her
my
It had been this she had been about
to tell me—this 4 had refused to hear.
Oh, the burning shame with which I
listened at last! And then a wild im-
pulse seized me to tell her all the truth.
She should know how mean, how piti-
able I had been, even though I bought
her hate and contempt, as doubtless I
had bought Geoffry’s,
I did mot spare myself as I told the
story. In silence she heard it through,
and then she sealed my lips with the
kiss of love and pardon.
All night I battled with my misery
and remorse, Alice expected her lover
the next day, I felt I dare not meet
him, ’
In the afternoon she came into my
room.
“Some one wishes to see you in the
library, dear,” she said. “Will you go
down ?**
She spoke 80 quietly that I suspected
nothing, and asking no questions went
down stairs, and crossed the ball to the
room designated,
I thought it empty for a moment as |
closed the door behind me, but at the
sound some one stepped from the win-
dow recess—some one who advanced
one step and then stood with wide-open
arms waiting to close about me,
No need for me to tell the story,
hid my face upon his breast, and felt
his kisses rain upon my hair. Alice,
my noble, darling sister, had told it all
Did I deserve my happiness? Per-
haps not, but it was mine—mine at
last, as was the great noble heart of
my sister's guardian.
Alice had her wish—1 was her only
bridesmaid ; but after the ceremony
was ended which made her Harry Stret-
ton’s beloved wife, I took her place be
side the altar, no longer bridesmaid but
bride. Henceforth my sister's guar-
dian was mine.
as 1
Domestic Animals.
Their Intelligence, Affection and
Reasoning Faculties.
pet at Lawrenceburg,
catches rats and eats them,
“1
turtie,
A
Ind.
-A Shetland pony, recently foaled
in Pennsylvania, was nineteen inches
high and weighed fifteen ponnds,
—A keeper at the Philadelphia roolog-
ical gardens used carrier pigeons to
bring him reports of baseball matches,
Now that the strike is over he will
again make use of the telegraph wires,
~A California hen, while engaged
with her brood of chickens in plowing
up a garden, recently, was charged upon
by a full-blown rat. The old representa-
tive of the ‘‘poultry show’ immedi-
ately established herself as a cordon
around her flock, and awaited the on-
slanght, The rodent, sorewhatchecked
by the bold front presented by the
“garden destroyer,’’ crouched for 1 mo-
ment, and then made a dart for one of
the chicks, In an instant the old hen
opened het cackle battery and com-
menced battle, She flew at her enemy,
and striking it with her bill, grabbed it
by the back and threw it in the air,
The rodent came down with a thump
upon the walk, but before it could re-
gain its feet the hen repeated the per.
formance, and kept it ap until ‘the rat
was only able to crawl away a few feet
and die in disgrace, After contemplat-
ing her fallen foe for a few moments
the old hen called her brood around her
and walked off,
Sc RA A ———— si
Facts and Fancles
Tur manufactured products of Geor-
gis this year will aggregate fully $400,-
000,000,
D. McPuenrson of Lancaster, Ont.
controls 64 cheese, factories, turning
out 22,000 to 25,000 Boxes per month.
Tue cotton crop in the United States
in 1883 is 6,940,756 bales. ;
| Cukor who
Tue creditors of Jay
held on to their laine. fave
$1551.02 for each $1000 due ¥ Ricdved
another small dividend is expected.
Tumry Indian pupils left the Care
lisle training school last week for the
different. reservations to which they be-
long. “They will engage in the mechani-
cal pursuits in which they have been
educated,
Tur cancellation of Governments
this year will probably reach $1 casa,
000, No other country van dhowy
lar record,
:
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Agricultural,
Plowing Under Clover.
tA New York State. correspondent
Writes to the Gentleman ;
plowing clover for wheat is still large-
( ountry
difference that now the top is mostly
it off and saved for hay, and only the
with what foliage cannot be
One fact about
generally be known, It is that so long
as the clover is standing the soil will be
as hard as a brick, and almost unplow-
able ; but if plowed within three or
four days after the clover has been re-
moved the soil will turn up with com-
parative ease. I have noticed two in-
stances of this within the last month,
and itis a fact which I bave never be-
fore seen recorded. That the mass of
clover foliage should dry the soil rapidly
is not strange. The ‘inexplicable part
of it is that after this foliage has been
removed, without any rain, the sol
should become friable and comparative-
ly moist. It may be that the process of
drawing water from the subsoil, which
with full foliage is at once evaporated,
goes on with little interruption for a
time after the foliage is removed, The
surface roots will thus be made very
sappy, just as the sap exudes from the
stumps of vigorous trees cut in spring
after the flow of sap has begun. Prob
ably the effect in helping the plowing
by removing the summer foliage would
not be the same with plants not having
the long deep roots of clover, The ex-
periments of Voelcker have shown that
clover makes the best preparation for
wheat after the second crop of hay is
removed, The soil is then richer in
fertilizing material than at any previous
stage of clover growth. It is its bene-
ficial effets on the subsoil that makes
clover 80 good a preparation for
Other foliage
wheat,
» plants, with roots near
the surface, are of little value.”
—T1, 8B. Gold, of West Cornwall,
says that the worm which pro-
gapes in chickens
He Las
is impossible to raise
Conn. ,
fuces is propagated
in the ground, grounds so
fected that it
out of zen chicks when allowed fo
range on it, while ad
entirely free from the malady,
«iver Baker, Fulton county,
Georgia, thrashed from twenty-nine
and one half dozen sheaves of ‘Straw.
berry’’ cats twenty-nine bushels; from
fifty dozen of “*Red Rust-Proof’' oats,
fifty bushels, and from fifty dozen
Sart” oats, grown on one and one
jumrter acres, fifty bushels,
—Lrop reports from Russia are favor-
able. The great wheat growing coun-
try of Russian Poland expects an aver-
we crop. The important country to the
nort! s+ Black Sea, from Odessa to
the A oi. 1 freshed by
rains, and gives promise of a good yield
if wheat,
Th séarcity and high price of black
walnut timber should induce farmers to
cultivate this ysiunble tree. (Young
men espec pay attention to
the enitare of black walnut, Thereare
always places on the farm where they
can be grown, which are not occupied
by other products,
—A prominent Californian, who bas
fifty acres in the raisin grape, says when-
ever grapes become unprofitable for
raising he can make money by feeding
them to hogs, He contends that grapes
will fatten hogs faster than any other
known food—from two to three pounds
per dar,
—The annual mouiting season of
fowls is now at hand, which is some-
times acritical periods with them. This
transformation of the feathery covering
is a great drain upon the system. They
should be fed liberally at this time with
a varied supply of food, and allowed an
extended range to wander over,
wOver 80 000 head of cattle and many
thousand sheep are now feeding on the
plains of Wyoming Territory, and many
more of both species on those of the
State of Texas, and yet there are many
who hestitate to admit that the grass
crop is the most important natural pro-
duet of this country.
—Rye production in Russia is about
600,000,000 bushels, and in some years
goes above 700,000,000 ; Germany about
300,000,000 ; France, 75,000,000 ; Aus-
tro-Hungary, 100,000,000 ; total of these
countries, 1,075,000,000 bushels. The
average annual wheat production
in these countries is about 700,000,000
bushels,
A writer in tie Oviindry Gentleman
recommends the soaking of the wood
composing a sanrer house in crude
petrolenm, saying it will make any com-
mon wood nedrly or about as durable
as cedar, besides imparting to it a
rich brown color. It would be an
excellent idea to apply the same
rvative to trellises, ete. on
trae oi
FF
ili~
one
ER
joining fields are
of
hof th
has been timely
s & 2
ally should
4
a
ments planting.
not grow ; addifg that #¥here the win-
this are too severe for it when trained on
on the ground. Plants should be set
within four of five feet of each other
and plenty of old manure given,
hd
we Tribune correspondent says that |
young borses should never have shoes
imposed upon them until it is well
proved that they cannot do without
them, He predicts that the day is not
far off when gome humane benefactor of
his kind and horse kind will produce
a breed of horges having such firm,
tough feet, in addition, to all other
good qualities, that shoeing will be un-
LECessary.,
— A great many farmers, says Seed
Time and Harvest, believe that the
breed of hogs is determined by the
amount of corn in the crib, It is true
that the best bred hogs require the
most liberal feeding. In fact, it is one
of the advantages of a good breed that
it will make better use of the greatest
amount of feed than a poor animal, but
a starved pig of the best breed is the
worst kind of a scrub,
—The Chicago Inter Ocean claims
that hay ean be shipped profitably from
the West because the improved method
in baling overcomes the disatvantages
of being far from market,
improved presses and wire are used
baling hay, and a'third more weight is
Eastern States, where
presees and wooden hoops are used.
-One advantage
trees by roadsides is found in the fact
that they
insects. It
is believed that the
If this theory be true,
tual. Ashes are still
considerable
always
valor.
amount of potash is
required. — American
land, states that the
farmers i
animposity
n that section does not
duction would be little for such
purpose,
“book farming”
which are liable
only” in the
farmers {
if they
methods.
—heep prefer
great variety of
100
and new methods,
to throw
shade, It advises
0 walch
succeed adopt the improved
upland pastures and a
grasses, It
influence than climate on the fineness
Fat sheep yield hegvier and
coarser fleeces, than those that are poor
THe fine fiocks East when
taken to the Western prairies 4n
same latitude, will in & few years change
their character,
of wool,
in flesh,
but the
will not be retained.
Sweet or upland berbage is the best for
fine wool.
The Germantown Telegraph says:
“Peach leaves are poisonous, and often
prove fatal when by animals,
The leaves are said to contain prussic
and a number of instances are
and size of sheep will increase ;
fineness of the wool
eaten
acid,
them. Instances have occurred. in
cherry. It has been said
poison until they have wilted ;
cases have been known in which the
green leaves have proved poisonous and
fatal to animals.”
Herbs for winter use should be
gatheraed when the plants are in flower,
Just as the flowers begin to fade is con-
sidered to be the best time to harvest
them. The herb garden was formerly
of greater domestic importance than in
these days of patent medicines, but
whether this change is an advantage to
health may well be questioned. To dry
herbs it is best to tie them in small
shed, — Washington Tribune.
~The Michigan Farmer gently re-
marks that “a farmer who bas tried the
no-roadsside-fence plan, declares his
pious soul to have been greatly vexed
because of the trouble and damage
caused by any transfer of stock from
parts of his own farm, or the passing
droves in the highway, and also that in
crop rotation the want of a fence com-
pelled him to omit pasturing fields
when such forage would have been of
great advantage to him. He thinks he
cannot quite spare the fences yet."
A Parvenu Princess.
Mrs, Parvenu had recently furnished
her new house, and it was gorgeously
done. Everything was in style, and
the carpets were woven in one piece to
fit each room. Mrs, Parvenu has a
daughter, and of her she was talking to
a visitor, “Ah, Mrs. Parvenu,” said
the lady, ‘‘your daughter doesn’t go
out much ¥’ “No, not a great deal.
It tires the poor dear so much." “‘In-
deed! Isn't she well #° “Oh, yes,
well enough ; but, you see, at 50 many
of the houses where she must call she
has to walk over the seams in the
carpets, and {t hurts the poor dear’s
feet and makes her so tived,”"
Mrs. Emily Foter, the Prosident of
the Working Women’s Protective As-
sociation, testified as to the working of
Living to Purpose.
Everybody ought to have an honorable
ambition and a supreme desire to be
and do something in life, It is better
to aspire and fail than to have no as-
pirations at all. There are far fewer
who, having a laudable ambition, fail
to make their mark than of those who
drift through existence aimlessly, with
no definite purpose in view, There are
persons who devote half their lives in
trying to solve the problem of their
existence and the other half in longing
for some friendly hand or propitious
circumstances to give them a shove in
the right direction. Much has been
said and written of neglected lives and
wasted opportunities, and yet the sub-
ject is by no means threadbare, It is
one of those accomodating matters
that will admit of *‘line upon line and
precept upon precept.” To live to pur-
pose-—high and noble purpose—is an
ambition worthy of all men, and wo-
men, too. How to work out destiny
80 that it may inure to our and
the
£ WD
Men like the stars move in dif-
in place is highly important. Fidelit
will enable any |
Lew
Should one of the small and com-
insignificant heavenly bodies
it would
pains and
brilliant planets,
suffer for its
doubtless
become the
Bq with individuals,
They often
aim because of a failure to apprehend
It is not necessary
useful that
or senalor, or
A man might
be either of these and vet possess no ex-
traordinary i
Yet, if he adorn $s the place by eminent
il certainl
is fellows,
honored and life
one should be president,
fo an
intellectual or moral weight.
fitness for it y command
and make the
best of his opportunities. A o
might be a better and more u
mistable
seful man
place and
power are not always atlended by the
characteristics and principies which
Je humanity to love and respect.
of the position in
Pos-
of a
A clown and a preacher
ipodes of character
may be
iti Wer.
us
is the secret
yeti 8 nan
useful
with
to make the best of
and
fault
honored
The palpable
most of
our
opporiunities and asuire t rast tions fi
Jt VULLIeS ANC aspire L0 po itions for
An
remembersd is that char.
ing. without
indation of r to
important
thing to be
is everyth and that
| Sa
the fu Liaracter
orts to inspire the of
a good
mild 1 , all eff
fide nee
honorable distinetic
fully abortive,
vor. others in our capacity
mn will become paine
- i - a
Ing.
There are many bright minds of both
sexes engaged in corresponding and re-
opaque as a cobblestone, They seem to
dip their pens in bilge water or siush,
and then our olfactories suffer to the
extent that we concentrate our nasal
protuberances over their work. All
men are not perfect, but how so
many weak brethren creep into the
realms of journalism and shake their
quills at an intelligent public is more
than the writer can understand,
over the country are filled
with the trashy writings, so called
society’s doings, what this or that great
man eats for d nner, or how the wife
and daughter of that snob was decor.
ated, which emanate from the rum-
heated brain of some worshiper of the
mammon of high eating and drinking
whose clouded wit and benumbed ideas,
added to a befogged and clouded imagine
ation, presents the public with a
melange of chaff signifying nothing.
What does the great mass of the people
care what Fitznoodle, Miss “Fitz,” or
the little ‘Fits’ are doing, here, there,
or anywhere? This catering to the
love of seeing their names in print, of
the snobs of the waried fashionable
centres, is a trifling matter, but the
press of the country are yearning for a
higher standard of correspondence and
reporting. There are, we will admit
many writers of the class mentioned
who possess to an eminent degree all
the requisites to commend them to the
intelligence of the country, but, as we
have stated, there is a large class who
are below the standard of even medioo-
rity, and of this part of the fraternity
it is time they were sent to the wall. —
Thoroughbred Stock Jowrnal, Philadel
hia
Sn MR.
r. Errington is expected to return
to Rome from London in October, to
resume his former relations with the
Vatican, ji