LIFE'S HARVEST,
Ho ! reaper of life’s harves
Why stand with rusted blade
Until the night draws round theo
And day begins to fade?
Why stand ye idle, waiting
For reapers more to come?
The golden morn is passing;
Why stand ye idle, dumb?
Thrust in your sharpenedmsickle, *
And gather in the grain;
The noon is fast approaching,
And night will coma again.
The Master calls for reapers,
And shall He call in vain?
Shall sheaves lio here ungathered,
And waste upon the plain?
Mount up the heights of wisdom,
And crush each error low;
Keep back no words of knowledge
hat human hearts should know.
Be faithful to thy mission,
In service of Thy Lord,
And then thy just reward,
ERO NI
TOM BLINKER'S SECRET.
Tom Blinker was a joval, light-
hearted, commercial ‘gent,’ who, afler
traveling some years for a London firm,
had started in business as a commission
agent in Dilcbestér. Unfortunately he
failed—or at least he did not succeed,
which is nearly as bad, and at the date
of this story he was pretty heavily in
debt. But his creditors were disposed
to deal leniently with him, partly
because he was known to be in the
main honest, and partly because he had
intimated that when Lord Montarling-
ton returned he would soon be ina
position to discharge his liabilities,
Lord Montarlington had a large estate
in the neighborhood, and was nathrally
very much respected and looked up to
in the town. He had been absent from
England three years on a foreign tour,
and Tom Blinker had not come to Bil-
chester till shortly after his lordship
had started on his travels.
But the lordship’s return was so long
delayed that Tom's ereditors began to
grow impatient, and Tom himself
seemed to lose heart. There was no
disguising the fact that he had reached
the end of his tether, and nothing short
of a miracle could avert bankruptcy
and ruin. Daly impressed with this
unpleasant fact and also bearing in
mind that two or three of his largest
creditors had threatened to take pro-
ceedings against him immediately, Tom
wended his way to the Blue Bosr one
evening in a very depressed condition.
On reaching the parlor of that ancient
hostelry where a convival club of which
be was a preminet member was wont to
bold its weekly meetir he was sur.
prised at besnz greeted with a chorus
of congratulatiens and good wishes,
or
58,
“It’s all right, Tom.
boy.
Cheer up, old
Keep your courage up, Tom!"
were ome of the reassuring exclama-
tions which greeted him in a cordial
tone, for Tom was a pleasant, good-
natured fellow, and most people wished
him well, though few would lend him
money.
“Why, what’s up?” be naturally de-
manded.
“What's up! Haven't you heard
Lord Montarlington has coms back?’
said Mr. Beans, the grocer.
**You don’t say sol” ejaculated Tom,
with a start,
**His lordship’s solicitor has just
arrived from London, remarked one of
the company. “I heard him order
dinner and a bedroom, and say he
would drive over to the castle in the
morning.’
“There's acompanion for you, Tom,"
said Mr. Deans, jocosely, “You'll go
over to the castle first thing to-morrow,
of course? His lordship must be dying
to see you.”
**A very good suggestion,” returned
Tom, rising from his seat with rathera
desperate air. “It’s a plaguey long
drive alone, Did you hear the name
of the lawyer Jakes?"
“Pennington, I believe,” was the
answer. “‘and he is in the blue parlor.”
“I'll go and introduce myself, pals, if
you'll excuse me a minute,” said Tom,
who had completely recovered his
equanimity and easy affability of
manners. “Meanwhile, Mr, Chairman,
if you will order glasses round at my
expense, you will do me proud.”
After this Tom Blinker made a very
effective exit, having succeeded in
turning the tide of public Sympathy in
his favor. Mr, Beans and others, who
had somewhat openly intimated their
disbetief in his bona fides a moment
before, now looked foolish in their turn,
while those who had remained neutral
began to sing hus praises, When Tom
returned after a short absence, he was
regarded by every one with increased
respect,
“It's all night,’ he remarked, confi.
dentially, as he resumed his place, “I
introduced myself w the lawyer, and
we arranged to drive over to-morrow
together. He is a most pleasant gentle.
man, [ never met him before,”
Early next morning the neighbors,
with mingled admiration and envy,
witnessed the departure of Tom and
ihe Jaye: Lom she door of the inn,
om 1 be . ribbons, havis
borrowed Mr, Beans little iy
trap the preceding evening, in order,
as he said, to do the thing in style,
The grocer was proud of his turnout,
and was only too glad to oblige Tom,
now that his prospeets had
improved. Tom Blinker looked very
spruce indéed when he drove to the inn
to pick up the lawyer. He was a good-
looking man, with white teeth, a florid
complexion and a genial expression,
Dressed in bis best, with a flower in his
posing appearance, and it was observed
that Mr. Pennington, the lawyer,
treated him with marked courtesy,
*“This is really a very civil attention,
sir,” remarked Mr, Pennington, who
was an old-fashioned, elderly gentle-
man, of a nervous disposition, and they
bowled along the hard country road
toward their destination,
“Don’t mention it, sir; you're
welcome, I'm sure,” said Tom Blinker,
affably,
**I wouldn’t abuse yonr good nature
for the world. You are sure I am not
taking you out of your way?” persist-
ed the lawyer, glancing at his compan-
10n with mild curiosity,
“Certaily not, sir. As I told you
yesterday, I had arranged to drive
over,” replied Tom.
**They told me at the hotel, when I
happened to mention your name, that
you were well acquainted with hislord-
ship,” said Mr. Pennington, who
evidently did not quite know what to
make of his obliging companion.
As the lawyer spoke, Tom gave the
mare rather an awkward flick with the
whip, *which caused ler to bound for-
ward with unpleasant velocity, Mr.
Pennington then awoke to the fact that
Tom Blinker's skill at driving was
hardly equal to his politeness; indeed,
it soon became evident that the mare
had the trap and its occupants pretty
well at her mercy, Tom appeared
cheerfully indifferent to the circum-
stances, and took ditches and sign-posts
and mile-stones flying The lawyer,
however, was far from comfortable,
and soon forgot his curiosity in his
personal fears, He ceased to ask ques-
tions and devoted himself to holding
on to the handrail, regardless of Tom's
conversation, which continued in a
lively vein, in spite of the most startl-
ing episodes. Great and unspeakable,
indeed, was the old gentleman's relief
when the castle at length came in sight,
the little mare having done the distance
probably in the shortest time on record,
“Here we are,” sud Tom, pointing
with his whip. “The entrance lodge is
down the road to the right.”
“Pray don’t let me take you a yard
out of your way, sir,” said the lawyer,
preparing to alight; “I can easily walk
the rest of the distance.”
“Don’t mention it. As I am so near
I may as well look in and pay my
respects to his lordship,’ said Tom, in
an off-hand manner. “The mare will
be glad of a rest; she has brought us
along in grand style.”
A remark of a mildly sarcastic nature
came fo the lawyer's lips, but he did
not utter it, for fear of giving offense
to a friend of
lordship. A few minutes late Tom
drove up to the grand entrance of the
castle with an imposing clatter,
The lawyer was evidently expected,
for they were immediately
along a corridor to his lordship's study,
On the threshold Tom's modesty seem
ed suddenly to assegt itself, for he hung
back a little, so that his companion led
the way into the room.
Lord Montarlington advanced
receive his visitors with outstretched
band. He was a handsome, gray-hair-
ed, elderly man, with frank, genial
manners, In appearance he looked
like a sailor, and in fact yachting was
his favorite occupation. He was a
widower and childless, and since the
death of his wife he had resided very
little on his estates. He greeted the
lawyer with a friendly grasp, and also
shook hands with Tom,
“Now I'm safe on terra firma, my
lord, I do not mind confessing that Mr,
linker has made me pass a mauais
quart d’heure,” said Mr. Pennington,
with a humorous smile,
“Poohl There was no danger, my
lord. The little mare is as safe as
ninepence, only, like the rest of her
sex, she bkes to take the bit in her
teeth,’ interposed Tom, with his jovial
laugh,
“Hal! hal Pray be seated, gentle-
men.” laughed his lordship, glancing
with good-humored surprise at Tom,
“80 long as no bones are broken there's
no harm done. Mr. Pennington, it
was very good of ycu to come down
from town. I ought to have called on
you, but to-morrow I'm going North,
anda’
‘*And goodness knows where beside!"
interposed Mr. Pennington, producing
a bundle of papers from his side pocket
like a conjurer. “I have something
important to say, so I thought I would
take this oppoptunity, my lord.”
““I don’t wish to intrude,” said Tom,
rising discreetly,
“My dear sir, pray don’t move,”
replied his lordship. “Mr, Penning-
ton and I are not going to talk secrets,
Besides, 1 hope you will both stay to
lunch.” .
“Delighted, I'm sure,” said Tom,
readily. “That is, if your lordship will
allow me to send a messenger with a
note or two to Bilchester, I had some
appointments which I cap easily put
off."
"By all means. There are writing
matenals by your side,’ said his lord-
ship. .
Lord Montarlington and his lawyer
soon became Immersed in business,
while Tom wrote half a dozen short
notes on paper bearing the earl’s coronet
and crest, with the address of the
castle, The tenor of each of these
so good a client as his
ushered
to
epistles was precisely the same, so that
the reader's curiosity:
Dean MoVirrie—I quite intended
to call and see you about those two
ponies 1 owe you, but his lordship won't
hear ot my leaving, Please let the
matter stand over a bit, and spare
yourself the trouble of issuing a writ,
Yours ever, T. BLiNnken,
While engagea on those important
compositions Tom could not resist giy-
ing an ear to the conversation which
was going on on the other side of the
fireplace, He gathered that the prinei-
pal object of the lawyer's visit was to
consult his lordship about appointing a
new steward, The post was at present
vacant, the late occupant having resign-
ed 1m a huff, und Mr, Pennington was
in favor of giving it to a practical,
business-like man, who would not be
above his work, His lordship cordially
acquiesced in this view, and left the
matter in the lawyer’s hands, and, hav-
ing affixed his signature to a few docu-
ments, the conference ended.
“Now, gentlemen, let us comé and
have a look round,” said the lordship,
with an air of relief, ‘Mr. Blinker,
the butler will hand your letters to a
groom, who is now going into Bilches-
ter, and who will deliver them im-
mediately.
Tom Blinker was trembling with
suppressed excitement, for it had
suddenly occurred to him to apply to
his lordship for the vacant stewardship,
He was almost startled by his own
boldness, and though not wanting in
cool assurance he could not at the
moment suinmon up courage to apply
for the post. He resolved to wait until
after luncheon, by which time he hoped
to have created a favorable impression.
Meanwhile he pulled himself together
and assumed a more sedate and busi-
ness-like air, Tom was a shrewd
fellow, and was very well posted as to
agricultural topics generally. He had
a knack of repeating information gain-
ed at second-hand as though it were
entirely original, and he never confessed
ignorance any subject whatever,
Fortunately for him, neither Lord Mon-
tarlington nor Mr. Pennington knew
anything of country life except in its
frivolous aspects, so that during their
ramble through the grounds and over
the stables Tom contrived to impress
them both considerably without com.
mitting himself. Ar luncheon he was
still more successful, for there was no
denying that he was capital company,
He made his lordship roar with
laughter at his jokes and witticisus,
and even the lawyer quite
hilarious and cheerful. The result was
that when Mr. Yennington rose
depart—for his lordship’s carriage was
to take him to the neighboring station
catch the train—Tom no
longer felt any about pre.
ferring his request,
“My lord, there is a little matter 1
should mention Mr,
Pennington goes,” he sald ainly, *‘I
wish to offer myself as a candidate for
the post of steward to your lordship,
As I'm on the spot 1 can get into har.
ness at once, which will be an advan.
tage. I'm willing to come on sale or
return—I mean on approval for a
month. That is an advantage also,
And I flatter myself you wouldn't find
a better business man, nor ene that
would serve you straighter, if you were
to fill the Times for six months with
advertisements,
Tom's tone and manner were hardly
those of a person asking a favor. He
seemed honestly conscious of his own
worth, and Lord Montarlington,
though somewhat tdken aback, was
evideatly struck with the suggestion,
He looked across at the lawyer and
said:
“Eh, Mr. Pennington?
you say to that?”
“Well, really, my lord, such a thing
had never becurred to me,” said the
lawyer, looking undecided. “If your
lordship thinks Mr. Blinker would be
likely to suit"
‘A month’s trial, eh?” interspersed
Tom, with alacrity. “Very well; then
that’s settled.”
And so it was, is lordship glanced
at the lawyer and the lawyer glanced
at him, but neither rased any objeec-
tion, and the result was that Tom
received permission to begin his duties
on the morrow. He was a proud man
when he drove into Bilchester that
evering and announced his good for.
tune. He found, however, that the
neighborhood were less surprised at the
news than might have been expected,
for every one had heard ot the letters
which he bad written from the castle
on paper bearing his lordship’s crest, 1
he had come back and said that Lord
Montarlington was his long lost brother
the credulity of his friends would have
borne the shock. .
Tom proved himself quite competent
to discharge the duties which he had so
rashly undertaken. When a man has
plenty of assurance, backed by vatural
ability, shrewdness and a firm deter.
mination to suceeed, he cannot very
well prove a fallure, Those who utter
ed ominous predictions based upon his
unsuccessful career in Bilchester over-
looked the fact that want of capital
was alone the cause of Tom's misfor-
tunes, and It turned out that he had a
vowerful incentive to make lim do his
best in his new position, for shortly
afterward he became to be
married to the pretty daughter of mine
host of the Blue Boar.
On
became
to
to London
hesitation
like to before
What do
Lord Montarlington left for the North
on the day Tom entered upon lis new
duties, and three months afterward, on
passing through Yondon, he bad an
interview with Mr, Pennington.
“By-the-by,” he said at the close of
their conversation, ‘‘I suppose the new
steward Is a success, as I havn't heard
to the contrary?”
“He is the best agent your lordship
has ever had; a prompt business-hke,
energetic and trustworthy man,’ said
Mr. Pennington, warmly, “May I ask
how you came to know him?’
“Why, you introduced him, of
course,’ returned his lordship, staring.
“i never saw him before that day.”
“Nor did I,” returned the lawyer,
opening his eyes. “He offered to drive
me over, and 1 was certainly under the
impression your lordship was acquaint-
ed with him.”
Lord Montarlington and the lawyer
stared al one another for a moment in
open-mouthed astonishment, and during
that brief period Tom’s prospects were
in imminent peril. Then his lordship
suddenly burst out laughing, and Mr,
Pennington followed his example.
“I never heard of such bare-faced
impudence in my life!’’ exclaimed Mon-
tarlington as soon as he could speak.
“Pon my word he deserves his good
luck. As he appears to suit, we had
better say nothing about the matter,
only keep your eyeson lum, and don‘t
let his imnpudence carry him too far.”
“I will pull him up sharply on the
smallest provocation,” returned Mr.
Pennington, gravely.
Dat the provocation never arose, for
Tom continued to be an exemplary
agent. His substantial salary soon
enabled him to pay off his Bilchester
debts, for which we may be sure he was
not pressed, and within a year
married. Ie is now a much-respected
and very influentlal personage in the
neighborhood, and to this day people in
Bilchester continue to speculate on the
nature of his mysterous influence with
Lord Montarlington.
A
A Honoluln Sandwiol,
A waiter in a Fulton street dining
saloon placed a sirloin steak in front of
a gentleman. “That's the toughest
piece of meat I ever tackled,” exclaimed
the man as be put the icewater pitcher
out of the reach of his right elbow,
‘and Gen. Grant made me eat mule
meat off the hind legs in Vieksburg in
AT ee
ih,
he
The man, seeing that it was useless
to try make an‘impression on the steak
with the knife, sat back in his chair
exhausted. After musing a few mo
ments he called the waiter and asked
if there was another steak hir the place
like the one he bad before him. Ie
received an answer in the affirmative,
“Bring it right here and two brick
bats with it; reckon I'll try a Honolulu
sandwich.”
“What's dat, sah?”
“Go along and get me another steak.”
The waiter obeyed and the man took
a newpaper from his pocket, wrapped
the steak up in it and went to the cash-
ler’s desk with a check for sixty cents,”
“Got to catch a train, eh?” exclaimed
the cashier; “and haven't time to eat
here, eh?"
“No,” replied the man, “not exactly,
You see, I arrived in New York from
New Orleans last week and the baggage
smashers knocked the hinges from my
trunk, I am going to replace them with
these steaks, and I'll bet $50 that when
my trunk gets back to New Orleans
there won't be a fiber of my new patent
hinges stretched. I'll get square with
those baggage-smashers even if 1 do
lose a square meal.”
Twill Ever be so,
Nearly all the great statesmen of the
present day can look back to the time
when they would rather stand in the
mud and water up to their knees and
fish for bulls-heads than help plant po-
tatoes in the best garden in the country,
Even the best kind of a boy, who will
gladly work like a major at any other
season of the year, seems to have a
fearful falling out with all manner of
labor in the spring garden. But some-
how the spring garden is made each
year, and the boy grows up to manhood,
and finally has a boy of his own, and a
garden that demands attention; then it
seems that when he wants his own boy
to help in the garden, and fifteen min.
utes after he sets the boy to work be
finds him in the street playing marbi
he forgets how it was when he was a
boy himself, and he argues with his boy
with his hoe-handle. "T'was ever thus,
A
Fisheries In ¥Frar oe,
The herring, mussel and sardine fish-
eries in France are of more inportance
than is generally, taken into consid.
eration, For instance the money value
of the herring harvests of the four
years ending 1882 was 37,771,000¢,
The sardine fishery ranks at half the
value of the herring and has fallen off
very sensibly of late years, Comparing
the published statistics wo find that,
whereas in 1820 the munber of fish
taken was 026,478 248, in the last re-
port, viz for 1881, it had come down to
872,940,031. The cultivation of mus-
sels has been a notable feature in French
industry. Its total value comes up no
less than 1,822 0101. :
Sn —— IAI. :
He Who eres only for Biman mn
very n man.
iL Be YOY gard. 12 aan
Inventors Wanted.
A new brand of soap is wanted that
won't get into your eyes and cause you
to grope wildly about to find the
towel, swearing the while like the
army in Flanders.
Also an umbrella that will not be at
home when youn are about to leave the
office in a pouring rain, and will not
grin at you from its place in the ofiice
when you eome in wet through from
home,
A long felt want would be filled by
4 boot-jack that will not let go of your
boot at a eriteal time, causing it to
giveyou a dig in the shin that mom-
entarily makes you forget you area
decent Christian man and not a howl.
ing Zulu swinging an assegal.
A new sort of ice should be discovered
that will be plentiful and cheap in sum-
mer and in the winter not so des-
perately set on making pedestrians stand
on their shoulderblades and endeavor
fo kick the glittering constellations
from the sky,
A laurel wreath is waiting for the
man who invents a latch key that
won't be safe in the pocket of one’s
other trousers when returning home
about 3 A. M. from “a little social
gathering. you know.”
dome improvement is surely required
in that miserable little sneak the collar
button—somie sure way of effectually
preventing it from dropping on the floor
and rolling under the bureau when a
fellow is dressing ina hurry. To be
obliged to lie prone upon your stomach
and perhaps break your wateh crystal,
while your wife sarcastically wishes to
know if you are practicing lessons in
swimming -—all caused by such a little
things as a collar button, is indeed a
sad commentary on the dullness of our
inventors,
A kind of lightning that will strike
the man who wants to know *‘If you
ever heard a wheel spoke; a telephone
that won't spit whiz and hum when
you want to talk to a pretty girl at
the exchange:a professsional beauty
who is at least good looking, and a
cheap and easy way of disposing of
ones poor relations are all matters re-
quiring the inventor's attention. to
which might also be added an improve-
ment in barber’s breath and the brogue
of New York policemen.
Many ready purchasers could be found
for a reasonably certain plan to ascertain
as the form of an impecunious acquaint.
ance looms up in the dislance, whether
he intends to pay you the Jast $10 he
borrowed or buttonhole you for a fur.
ther loan,
A safe and portable anesthetic would
just now meet with aready sale to take
while attending a modern lecture when
the speaker gets to discoursing on the
different'ation of a molecule or the what-
ness of the somewhat,
A new form of excuse to replace the
venerable and threadbare story that
you got your black eye while chopping-
wood might, perhaps, bring its author
renown; but for the man who constructs
a patent front door that will fall on
and kill the first man who tries to sell
the family a sewing machine, nothing
short of a marble monument will suffice.
tl —
Nail-Makers in the Black Country,
About 24,000 people are engaged in
this dismal part of Great Britain in
making nails and rivets, It would not
be so much a matter for surprise, for
the lowness of the wages that they earn,
if they were all men and youths who
are engaged in the Industry— one of
the very worst paid in any part of the
country. But it so happens—and here
arises the social degradation of the
traffic—that there are at least 10,000
females engaged day after day in the
occupation. They are not mature wo-
men either; daughters work by the
side of mothers—daughters who, in
their tender years, ought to be either
at home, if they have any home, or In
bed, instead of working their weary arms
in shaping, in the still small hours of
the morning, molten iron into the form
of nails for the benefit of what are call-
ed the “foggers.”’ Here is a picture of
what may be seen any night in this dis-
trict—except, perhaps, Saturday nights,
In the middle of a shed which adjoins
squalid-looking house, there is a whole
family at work in the production of
these nails; father, mother, sons and
daughters—daughters, too, very young
in years, but with the sad look of pre-
mature age which is always to be no-
ticed in the faces of child-workers. Thé
gayety of youth, i's freshness and its
gentleness, seemeg to be crushed out of
them. In the centre of the shed, with
its raftered ceiling-—a bleak and wretch.
ed building, through the walls of which
the wind readily finds its way-there is
a “hearth,” fed by “‘gledes” or bleeres,
Probably there is a girl or woman blow.
ing at the bellows, while the strips of
iron from which the nails are made be-
come molten, Or, to take an actual
case witnessed by the writer a few
nights since, close upon midnight: In
one of these forges were a mother and
several children, The woman was prob-
L ably forty years of age; her
daughter-a id Bet with a
sweet and winsome face—was certainly
not more than twelve years of age. By
the side of the hearth there was what
is technically called the Mpg ig
barrel-like construction, on top
which is fixed tho stamp of the nail re-
quired to be made. The workinen and
workinginen, by means of a wooden
tresdle—an industrial treadmill it caghe
strictly to be called—sheot out tv nails
from the slot in which they are 9xed.
They have previously hammered the
top of the incandescent metal, with
masculine firmness, so as to form the
head of the nail, The women and virls
seem to work with more vigor than the
men-—very often indeed, they support
their husbands and their fathers, who
have fallen imtoo drunken habits; in
other this nad making 18 the
means of supplementing the hush and ’s
Wages, ‘
CARER,
But what do the nail-makers earn a
week, may naturally be asked? The re-
muneration they receive is incredibly
small, Tt is no unusual thing —
contrary, it is rather the usnal «
on tho
ustom
~for a family of three or four persons
after working something like fou teen
hours a day, to earn £1 in a
out of this money there bas to be de-
ducted 14 3d. for cariage to
the nails to the “gaffers,’ as
termed in the district; then there is al.
lowance to be made for fuel and the re-
pairing of the machinery, which reduces
the £1 to about 16s. 94, for three people
—for three people who have commenced
to work every morning at balf-past sev-
en or eight o'clock, and who have
worked on through all the weary day,
with no substantial food, until late at
night. Who is it that reaps the benefi*
of all this terribly hard work? Cer.
tamly not the laborers; for it 1s a well-
known fact Wat they rarely taste meat
from one week's end to the other, In the
expressiye but simple language of the
poor workman, this is how they fare:
“When the bread comes bot from the
bakehouse oven on Saturday we eat like
ravening wolves.”” The ““foggers,” or
“Tommy-shop’ men live lives, of cone
tentment, profit, and rest at the ex-
pense of the poor nail-workers. The
“fogger" is an intermediate agent be-
tween the worker of the nails and the
buyer. Out of the bone and sinew of
these poor people be makes a very fine
living—and he does not work. He has
a huckster's shop attached to his dwell.
ing; he supplies,at the beginning of the
week, the nail-workers with their sixty
pound bundles of iron, and when they
return the bundles of iron in the mark.
clable shape of nails—out of which he
makes at least twenty per cent profit—
if they do not buy his high-priced pro-
visions, they gel no more work from
him. These are the men who, by cut-
ting down the workmen's wages to star-
vation point, are at the root of the evil,
Cold Weather Dangers,
week, But
couvey
they are
Sudden deaths in cold weather, show
some of the sharp trials of biting winds
and low temperature on feeble consti-
tutions, old, It is well to
avoid sudden changes, or any tax or ex-
posure when greatly fatigued. If a
young of
sickness, there is always economy in
spending six cents or a dollar, as the
case may be, or can be afforded, in
escaping either the chill of pneumonia
or the snap of a weakened heart, Car
fare is cheaper than medical prescrip.
tions. Those who feel a strain about
the region of the heart should avoid
hearty meals; eat sparingly and often
{but not towards evening) and rest
atter eating, not starting out too
suddenly to work. They should not
sit in cold rooms, or go from hot rooms
into the outer air, without ample pro-
tection. They should avoid either
working or sleeping with cold feet.
Warming the feet thoroughly on retir-
ing, with a hot bottle or brick, saves
much strain on the nervous strength,
One's feet may not feel cold by sensa-
tion, but the true way is to apply the
hand and if they feel cold to a warm
hand then it is time to induce circula-
tion. Young children especially should
never be put to bed unless their feet are
thoroughly warm. Next moming a
brisk rubbing with a wet towel, dipped
in hydrant water, not a cold foot bath,
for delicate folks will restore the
necessary elasticity and prevent any
taking cold from the hot applications
over night.
As nme:
Health-thving Exercise,
The value of health to success in life
cannot be overestimated. 1tis in many
cases, the absolute condition of success,
In some relations of life, men have suc
peeded though in almost continual ill
health. But these are exceptions to a
general rule. Some men have laid the
foundations for success in early life,
and by the expenditure of vitality and
health, and have realized the growth of
prosperity amid the sufferings of later
years, Palpably, however, it is best to
have both success and health, Are
both attainable? Where right condi.
tions are early regarded, and a sound
constitution 1s from the first
no doubt health can can be maintained
amid the most exacting duties. But
this involves enough leisure for the re.
cuperation of wasted energy; and this
not in a month of summer, but all
along the year from day to day.
, —By statistical accounts of the
weather in Berlin for the past thirty
years i appears that Susre are on an
average
SAYS of rain and snows
ey zon, of Hethel, Vt, has