oe TRREEEX PRAYERS, Beneath a creas, beyond the town, . Sore a Shin for Faelt Ahem Rei ree simple ens knelt them down, And from their hearts devoutly pray'd. One, dreaming of created things— The pucple sea, the perfect sky Bright, happy birds, with painted wings, Glad buds that bloom before they die. The waving weods—the scented air Clung to her heart, and through her sighs Was heard the gentle maiden's prayer : “Oh give me beauty for my prize |” A hidden furnace scemed to glow Within the second maiden’s breast: She heard the stirring trumpet blow, She saw the warrior’s plume and crest. Ambition dazzled in her eyes That life's reward-—a deathless name; Then from her heart eame stifled cries: “If 1 may live, oh! give me fame?" The third fair maiden knelt apart, Her eyes—a heaven star’d with tears, Her white arms folded on her heart, She faced a mystery of years, A sudden rapture seemed to lift Het very 0} to peaw n ahove; teal i “Be mine," she yed, “this priceless gift: Let me be od one I love I" I———— eo —— BEWITCHED BY A FLIRT. “Yes, there was no denying it; Mar- cella Hamilton was despandent over a letter she had just veceived from Leonie Summers, She was eoming to West- field, the communication said, that . among the enjoyment of other pleasant things she might make the acquaint- ance of that serious Ernest Forster, so soon to become her cousin. There was the difficulty. Although Marcella had not seen Leome for some years, she knew she was faultlessly beautiful, Pred in the school of fashionable life, elegant in appearance and endowed with an mdomitable spirit of flirtation that wis never at rest, Miss Summers pos- sessed irresistible fascinations; there- fore, was it any wonder this plain little country lass feared to have her lover exposed to the witcheries of this eap- tivating woman? Marcella could not be called beauti- ful; yet when one caught a glance from those great blue eyes of hers it was next to impossible not to wish for an other, When she laughed there was such a cluster of dimples around the little rosebud mouth, and such a gleam- ing set of pearls displayed between the full red lips that the observer could nct find the slightest fault with her charm- ing face. Some complained that she .acked repose, that her figure was foo full, her color too fresh, her manners toc uupelished; yet in spite of all these defects she had won the love of the dignified Emest Forrester, and was soon to become his wife. Marcella had passed her seventeenth summer. What were her accomplish- ments? She could simg, for she loved music and her voice rivaled the night. ingale’s; she could dance all night and feel no fatigue, she could row a boat equal to an expert, and she could ride her pony Brown Bess whom no other woman could mount; besides, she was a skilled little housekeeper. These constituted all her acquirements, Ermest Forrester was an honest per- severing man, without the slighiest touch of romance about him. He pos- sessed a large fortune. Innumerable were the traps laid by scheming mam- mas for hiscapture, but hs only lsaghed at the machinations of his beslegers and went on lus way unmoved. Every. body said Marcella’s motives were mercenary when it was known that she was the recipient of Ermest’s smiles, Even she could not tell how it came about that she was betroth to him. She had hithetto looked upon himas a good fellow, whom, as she would, of course marry some time, she mught as well take as any other; but now, when the thought of her beautiful cousin and the knowledge of her own inability to equal her in attractions came to her, her eyes were opened, aad she felt that Emest Forrester was rather more ne- cessary to her than she had ever before reali While Marcella, not very wall pleased, was pondering over her diffi culties Ernest came to her, Never had he looked so manly, so noble, never had his keen eyes flashed out such in- telligence, and never had Marcella felt 80 deeply and truly in love with him, “She has * he said, while a Jeiniend expression settled on his “Who has come?” asked Marcella. “How do you know?” } “Where were your ears that you did not hear the carriege? 1 have come to aia IE ; i f : iif i oi ti en she knew better than to leave a single stone unturned that could avail ber in her search after a handsome settle ment. If Ernest Forrester despised her as a silly flirt, he hated her as a learned woman. What right had she, whose waist he could crush with a grasp ol his hand, to set up for a classical | scholar, and even to correct him with whom no one in the village ever thought of being on an equality? ‘“‘She is a walking encyclopedia,” he said to Marcella the next day, ‘‘an imperti- pent, egotistical little thing! Don’t ask me if I llke her! Another evening like the last would kill me!” “Do you ride, Mr. Forrester?” in- quired a soft voice at his side, coming so unexpectedly upon him that he for- got his dignity and, gave a great “Ride? Why-—yes—I—ride, of course; but I fear our horses are too spritted for you.” wt . As he said this he glanced with con- tempt at her delicate hands and wrists, “I should like to try them, although I am not a very good rider,” rejoined Leonie, “For my sake, gratify her,” whis- red Marcella, imploringly, in her overs ear. ? “Well, then, dearest, for your sake I will,” returned Ernest, also in a whis- per, but there was an expression on hls face that told of no great unwillingness to comply with Marcella’s request, Leonie looked splendidly in her rid- ing habit, and as she stood there ig the fading sunlight, drawing on a pa tiny gloves and glancing defereptially at Ernest Marcellas began to conclude she had better not throw her lover too much intothe company of her beautiful cousin, ; “Why, what kind of grooming do you call ‘this, Marcella?” said Leonie as she pointed to the head of Brown Bess, whose mane had been braided into a band. Holding her whip under her arm, she proceeded, with the alr of a jockey, to examine the points of thehorse she was about to mount. “Youn will find ber a little frisky at the start, I'm afraid ¥ said Ernest as he arranged the bit at Leonie's sug- gestion to give her a tighter rein, If there was anything in which Mar. colla excelled it was riding, but as there was no horse in the stable she would ride except her own Brown Bess, she remained at home, and Er- nest had the little eqnestrienne to him- self, never dreaming of the tears in the eves of his betrothed as their hor- ses disappeared in the distance, For a time the riders ambled along in silence, Mr. Forrester dividing his admiration between Leonie’s superb management of Brown Bess and the fairy figure so gracefully sitting in the saddle, The exercise of the ride had sent a glow to the girl's cheek and a sparkie to her eye; she seemed to be mutely supplica- ting him to think more favorably of her than he had yet done. Leonie reined up her horse beneath the shadow of a grove that skirted the road, and sat gazing at the supset that was filling the heavens with golden glory. “What a placid scene!®’ she exclaimed. “I don't hike it. I never could be re- conclled to its monotony!” “What then would you have, Miss Sommers?” : *‘Storms, wildness, strength th both in man and the elements!” Asshe spoke, her glance, as if uneonsciously, rested on Mr, Forrester’s massive form, Catching his eye, her face flushed, and, turning away, she exclaimed: © ¢ is a sensation within me that wars with the calm phases of nature! ’ Leonie sat half rectining on the pom- mel of her saddle, gazing absently upon the landscape, seemingly unobservant of the furtive glancés cast at her from the eyes of her companion, She was the first to break silence. With a light laugh she cried. ‘“How st it must seem to you to hear me in this wild way; but I have become 80 sick of the world,” « lle pn ht a. ! Can you Know of life, living here, a8 you do, in qui- etude, where friendship is more than a mere name, where love bey ends in the heart and not in Tossing the reins to her astonished companion, she glided to face Ermest wore as could bring her more suffering, but to be the witness of Leonie’s triumphs, to see with what rapture her lover liste to every word that fell from her 1i- val's lips, to know that the warm fection and fond carelessed that of right belonged to her were lavished upon one whose only alm was to con- quer anotber heart to swell the num ber of her victories was more than she could bear, One evening, feeling par- ticularly unhappy, Marcella sought refuge in an arbor in the eu, where she could indulge in her grief unseen. The place was so thickly covered with creeping vines that the moon's rays could not penetrate it, and she felt safe in her solitude, She threw herself prostrate on a seat and was weeping bit- terly when she was startled by the sounds of footsteps. Risipg from her recumbent position, she had scarcely time to shrink into a dark corner, when Ernest and Leonie came in and, brushingsier dress as they passed her, seated themselves almost at her side, “To think I could ever have disliked ou, darling!” were the first words that Srnest spoke. ‘Do you know that on your arrival I was quite indignant at your intrusion!” “And now?” sald Leonie, “Ah! now I feel that I am beginuing to live,” “Sometimes I fear I have wronged Marcella,” “Marcella never loved me; you see yourself how coolly she resigns her claim upon me.” The wretched Marcella shrank tremb- lingly away in the darkness, while every word they uttered was burtung itself into her brain, “I should have been glad to know shie regretted me,” said Ernest; “put 1 have often thought her undemonstra- tive affection could not mabisfy my ving for exclusive love, which I feel now more than ever.” arcelly Lah fainter and fainter, and, while these cruel words were yet on Ernest's lips, she fell headlong ivto his arms, frousing herself and spring- ing from as if their clasp was contagion, she exclaimed: “Don’t touch me! Go-<both of you! Go, I sayl® Was this the undemonstrative Mar- cella whose passiveness Ernest had just bewailed? Standing forth in the moon- light with both arms extended to re- pulse them, she appeared Hke a young lioness robbed of her prey. Ernest's faco was of an ashy pallor, He attempted to approach her, but she motioned him away, as he exclaimed: “And you professed to love me! Know, Ernest, there is not a man on earth I despise $0 much as you! Now, leave mel” He obeyed without a word and left the rivals together, “You silly girl!” eried Leonie, Marcella turned her white face upon Ber cousin, “Do you think,” Leonie continued, “that your lover cares for me beyond the whim of the moment? Do you im- agine that the affection of a wouth can efTace Lhe love of years?” “He was all I had!" cried Marcella “You knew itand yourould not spare me his heart when it would jose all its yalue to you when won. Do you think I do not see how it bores you to keep up the farce of affection?—that I do pot know you are even now scheming to free yourself from the net your own hands Lave spread? You have been cruel, and we were so happy!” “You will be happy again,” said Leonie, “Never,” answered Marcella, “You amuse me, fair cousiu. 1 have the best of reasons for knowing that Ernest's affection has never strayed from you. You are right in saying I am weary of him, He is a good sort of a man, though a little out of his eles ment just now, 1 grant you. I overs heard him on the evening of my artis val making his comments on me and have scattered his wits for him in res venge, Fo for rel am to be soon. Every day 1 am expec 1m lover, and, if you will merely alos a - all possible occasions, Ernest will come back to you in all humility, or you shall declare me no true prophet.” Leonie’s lover arrived in due time, Marcella, who had partially recovered from the shock of Ernest's desertion, had again become the bright gem of Westbrook society. It was no hardship for . Holey to ol Leonie’s command to act the olny cavalier to this village beauty, and 4 report soon circulated that he was pay+ his addresses to her. rumor first reached him, FS half clinging to an ‘mmense old stump, i in the mud, was Marcella rom her neck and waved it in the air, Suddenly Ernest started, and throw- ing off his coat. hat and boots, said, ealmly: “Iam going down in the flood to her. You have ropes; chooses the best; pass it under my arms and over m shoulders, There—that's it. Now, trust myself to youl” He walked to the e of the river, and sprang far out into the angry flood. The torrent bore him along hurling him owt of sight again and again. Then on a curling wave Er- nest was borne down upon the stump, and the anxious watchers saw him clasp his arms firmly about Marcella, Steady hands gu the rope anght; the pair were quickly drawn to the shore, Ernest, with Marcella tightly locked in his embrace, coming trium- ‘Phantly through the foam. Strong and tender arms received her, E for a moment stared in bewilderment at the cheering crowd, but his memory returned quickly, and the first words Le spoke were: *'1s she safe?” Brave, heoric Ernest Forrester! Mar- cell, after that fearful night, declared that a heart like her darling’s wes worth possessing, even if it took a flood of mighty waters to wash away its errors, A ————————— Varieties of Beggars, Each city has its own style. The Venetian chil? is noted for persistence in simple asking with a whine, The Florentine has quite as great staying qualities, with a more artistic whine and more eloquence in his toms, and can show sores to better advantage thaa the others. The Florentine is an artistic vagabond who begs by rule. He makes no mistakes, He jis got up with special reference to begging, and he is as keen at it as a Wall street broker is at his trade, Ile looks hun- gry, he acts hungry, he shivers as natu- ly as though he was perishing with cold, and when you pass by without responding to his appeal he looks at yon with reproachful eyes half full of tears, as though you had committed the un- pardopable sin of which he was the vietim, The young Roman beggar attempts to wheedle you out of a copper hy sheer, good-natured impudence. He will commence with a whine of famine, but, being looked squarely in the face will abandon the role of the starving sufferer and take on that of the buf- foon. He will limp and whine for a minute and then burst out into a laugh and turn a handspring, He follows you as long #8 either of the others and is quite as annoying, but he does it in a different way, The Roman beggar has, it must be confessed, a certain financial ability which cannot be too much admired, He never begs of an Italian, for he knows it will avail him nothing, the etiquette being as it was in the old days of highway robbery in England, the highwayman never stopping one of his own profession. The Nithest they go in this with each other is, the beggar will come into a restaurant where an Italian is taking an economical break: fast on coffee and bread, and modestly ask for what sugar he does not use in his coffee. In restaurants so many lumps of sugar are given for each por- tion of coffee, and it is the thing to put any surplus there may be in the pocket. As this is Inconvenient good-natured man will give the extra lumps to the fortunate g F F 2 fils ! d i 2 oy - R £ FESE i pit Trick in Hine Makiog, Of all countries whieh go largely into wine-making France is foremost, and owing to the abundance and variety produced, through the variety of soil and climate, it has been called the vine. yard of the earth. About seven-eighths of the territory is wine-bearing, and next to the ordinary business of agri- of industry. lt gives employment to 8,000,000 persons. The quantity of wine annually produced is 2,000,000,- 000 gallons, and this is worth $350,000,« 000, These wines differ widely oné from another, and each has a fame of its own, Of them all the products of the Champagne couniry are the best known and most w distributed. This has always beem considered as bearing off the palm; it has always been the favorite wine of the crowned heads as well as of other historical per- sonsges, i The province of Champagne is divi- ded into five departments, but it Is only in the Department of Marne that the champagne of commerce is made, And Marne is sub-divided into’ five de partments, of which Rheims aud Eper- nay are the true center of the manufac- ture. So when we see ‘“Rlieims” and “Epernay” on the bottles, we know just where they come from; and, for 4 still clearer picture, it may be stated that the vineyards of Rheiins are situa ted around the slopes of a wooded mountain, while those of Epernay oc- cupy an undulating plain. The vintage begins in September. The grapes ure subjected to three pressures, and the Juice being collected into large vats, if is allowed to stand twelve or eighteen heurs, ‘till the sediment is deposited, It is then drawn off into barrels and left to ferment. By December the wine being clear, it is again drawn into vats, and ¢ e perfect article is made from the products of several different vine- yards, the operation of mixing begins, After this is accomplished it is again drawn into the barrels allowed to stand till spring. It is then bottled and car. ried into the cellars und laid on its side and the secondary fermentation begins, It lasts through the summer and du- ring this time there Is often so much bursting among the bottlés that the loss sometimes amounts to twenty-five per cent, After the fermentation and break- age cease, the bottles are overhauled, and those that are whole restacked. After resting eighteen monihs they are taken out and shaken, whereupon any little sediment there miay be comes to the top; and the cork being taken out; the froth that pushes up brings the sedi- ment with it, so that it can be re- moved. One thing more and the wine is ready for market. Into each bottle is intro- duced a little melted rock candy, mix. ed with a trifling quantity of brandy, The quantity of sweetness introduced depends on the country to which the wine is to be sent, Russia requires least, and England and the United States most. The bottles are now re- corked, the air excluded by means of tin foil or wax, and the champagne, now three or four years old is ready for use. Twenty-five millions of bottles are annually put up, one-sixth of which comes to the United States, Next in importance come the wines of the Gironde, The capilal of this de- partment is Bordeaux; hence Lhe wines are often called by that uname, The Gironde Is divided nto five wine-pro- ducing districts, of which Medoe is the most celebrated. it is a long, narrow piain containi 45,000,000 acres of vineyards. Eight million gadions of wine are annually prod + These wines are all red, and are what are called clarets. One-fourth of them are the exquisite. high class wines, such as Chateau Morgaux, Chateau Lafitte, and Chatcau Latour. These command an enormous price, even in France. Comparatively little pure Medoc reach- es this country, as the popular taste in America likes it reinforced with spiritu- ous bh, The amount of mixing that goes on at Bordeaux is prodigious. Her export is twelve times as much as entire growth of Medoe, and one-half of these are bought as genuipe without a FOOD FOR THOUGHT. La i on Order ip heaven's first Jaw, Silence pever yet betrayed any one. A good smile 1s the sunshine of wis- dom, Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet, . v FA quiet conscience makes one so Let.uot the sun go down upon your wrath: ‘Cotiscience 16 man’s most faithful friend. The worst. men often give the best adviee, The worst of slaves is he whom pas- sion rules, A man may smile, and smile, and be a villain, * Who will adhere to him that aban- dons himself ? Charity comes too late that comes for the asking, Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen. To rule one’s anger is well ; to pre- vent it is better, To know how to wait is the great secret of success, Have the courage to wear your old clothes until you can pay for your new ones, Some philosophers tell us that selfish - ness is at the root of our best loves and affections, Slumber not in the tents of your col. umns, The world is advancing, you should advance with it. Une distinguishing mark of man steady advancement is the increasing vigor of his warfare against evil, Age is not all decay; it is the ripen- ing, the swelling of fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husks, He who does not respect confidenc: will never find happiness in his path, The belief in virtue vanishes from h and Mapy speak the truth when they sa; that they despise riches and prefer went, but they mean the riches and preferment possessed by other wen. Believe nothing against another but on geod authority, nor repeat what may in any way hurt another, unless it be greater hurt to another to conceal it. Borrow is the porchway to joy, the pathway to maturity and peace. No one has ever become good and great who has not met and mastered sorrow, Nothing impairs authority more than a too frequent or indiscreet use of it. If thunder itself was to be continued it would excite no more terror than the noise of a mill, It is more honorable to the head as well as to the heart, to be misled by \ our eagerness 1m the pursuit of truth, than to be safe from blundering by con- tempt of truth. Why is it that a blessing only when it is lost cuts as deep into the heart as a sharp diamond 7 Why must we first weep bafore we can love so deeply that our hearts ache ? Our brains are seventy-vear clocks, The angel of life winds them up once for all, then closes the case and gives the key into the hand of the angel of the resurrection. The delays of good and dutiful in. tentions. which ultimately Isad to the defeat of them, cause more regret and repentance in men’s lives than an) other class of causes, It does not follow that you must do a mean thing to a man who has done g mean thing to you. The old proverd runs, “Because the cur has bitten me, shall 1 bite the cur ¥”’ A deep, true love will lift a soul out of the shadows of selfishness and the mud of fleshlinesss when all othe: powers combined have failed to extri- cate it from the slough. There is this difference between Lap- piness and wisdom--he that thinks himself the jest man is really so, but he that himself the wisest is generally the greatest fool. It is the pleasant word, the hearty word, that helps; and a man who has these at command, is sure to be a helper to others in the highway of life, along which so many ave travelers, 1f a naan does not make new acquaint- ances.as he advances through life, he says Dr. Johnson, ‘should keep his friendship in constant repair,” Though there have been some emi- pent instances 10 the contrary, an ab- sent man is generally a very weak or a very affected man; Le is, at all events, a dis man in company. 1 Christianity is being like-minded with Christ; ering Him our sanctifica- as well as our redemption. It is to live to Him here that we may live with Him hereafter, Don’t waste life on doubts and fears.
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