A GLOVE.
Faith !| but I loved the little hand
That used to wear this time-stained thing!
Its slightest gesture of command
Would set my glad heart fluttering.
Or if it touched my finger, so,
Or smoothed my hair, why should I speak
Of those old days? It makes, you know,
The tears brim over on my cheek.
Poor, stained, worn-out, long-wristed glove!
I think it almost understands
Lat reverently and with love
I bold it in my trembling hands,
And that it is so Jdear to me,
With its old fragrance, far and faut,
Because my mother wore i$, she—
On earth my love, in heaven my saint,
a. lM
DISENCHANTED,
Will Carlisle had definitely made up
his mind to propose to Augusta Colton
—“ Augusta Ann,” as her unsophisti-
cated relations phrased it in their every-
day talk.
“She is a diamond among the rough
pebbles,” he declared, with all alover’s |
enthusiasm.
“Are you quite sure that she is a |
diamond at all?” dryly asked Dr. Bel- |
ton.
Mr, Carlisle had been spending the |
summer at Groton Point, in a dreamy, |
desultory sort of way. He was one of
those fortunate —or unfortunate —
young men whose career in life is |
already made for them. |
An old uncle in the West Indies had |
bequeathed him a fortune, a connois- |
seus cousin who came abruptly to his |
end in a railway accident had left him |
a house and a gallery of paintings, and |
just when he was preparing to enjoy |
himself thoroughly a husky cough de-
veloped itself, the medical men talked |
grimly of consumption, and he was or- |
dered to the seashore for the summer. |
“There is nothing the matter with
me,’ said he impatiently.
“But there will be,” averred the |
learned disciple of Esculapius, ‘if you
don’t check this thing in its very in-
Westward ho now, or Rhyl,
ception.
Of =e
“Nonsense!” said Carlisle,
care for any of those fashionable re-|
sorts. If I am to be banished any- |
where, I'll choose the place of exile my-
seif,. What do you say to Groton |
Point?"
“Groton Point! Groton Point!” re-
peated the doctor with a puzziel alr.
“I may be very deficient in modern
geography, but I must, say I never
heard of Groton Point.”
“No, nor anybody else,” said Will |
Carlisle, smiling, ‘and that is Lhe rea-
son I am going there. It is a solitary |
fishing station on the West coast,
There's absolutely noting there but
surf and sea gulls.’
And so Groton Point was selected for
Mr. Carlisle's summer residence. There |
was a little one-story hostelry there,
fronting the sea, while the postofiice
was ai one end of the village and a va- |
riety store at the other, where you
might buy anything from tallow can-
dles and matches to an almanac and a
plow.
There it was that Miss Colton threw
her net over his unsuspecting heart,
one day, when she lost the sovereign
wherewith her mother had sent her to
the store for a lot of carpet warp, seven
yards of red flannel and a box of baking
powder,
She was so pretty and plump and dis- |
"
“I don’t |
3
tracted, and her blue muslin gown set |
off her blonde complexion and bur- |
pished hair so exquusitely, and Will
had not seen any woman but the fat |
landlady for a week.
And they found the gold plece lying |
among some rocks by the seashore,
where it must have dropped from
Augusta’s pocket when she pulled out |
her handkerchief to brush away the
flies, which were troublesome at Gro-
ton Point when the wind set from a |
certain direction; but Mr, Carlisle lost |
something more serious still—his heart.
“A fishermaid of low degree,” he |
had quoted when he confessed all these
things to his college chum, young Dr, |
Belton, whose quiet sister, Lettice, he |
had once admired 1n asort of way, when
both the young men were in the gradu-
ating class,
“A wild rose-bud, don't you see? A
genuine daughter of Nature, who has |
never been out of sight of the ocean!” |
“Oh!” said Dr. Belton,
“Of course she has no external pol- |
ish,” added Carlisle. *‘She will have |
everything to learn. But she is so re-
freshing as compared with the conven-
tional city young lady that one get so |
tired of.”
“Exactly,” said Dr. Belton, seeing |
that his friend expected him to say |
something.
“Her father owns a small fishing- |
smack. He is a real character, And |
her mother 18 one of those nice old |
ladies that one seldom sees, Domestic, |
you know — neat-handed Phyllis—all
that sort of thing. I'll take you there,
Jack, if you’ll promise not to find
fault with the primitiveness of the
thing.”
“Oh, I'll promise,” said Dr. Belton.
Belton was a man of instincts, and
in this case his instinct told him that
Will Carlisle was altogether astray.
‘“‘He is beauty-struck,” said he to
himself. “For the time he is be-
witched, It’s the old story of Ulysses
and the Sirens over again.”
But he went to the seaside cot where
Augusta Collon had all the old china
niichers filled with wild flowers, and sat
ing, in their midst.
toward 11 o'clock of a dark and brood-
lightning here and there,
‘Isn't she
the shore.
*‘She is very beautiful, yes.”
“And graceful—and wemanly?”
cried the lover, greedy for praise,
“I concede all of that," slowly spoke
Belton; “but I don’t call her exactly a
lady.”
“Pshaw,” said Carlisle. ‘Your
ideas are formed on the hackneyed
model of society. A girl like Augusta
is capable of any degree of polish,
And did you observe what a sweet, low
voice she had-—like a lute?’
“Granted; but it struck me that her
grammar was a little shaky now and
then.”
“*Oh, grammar, that’s nothing. She
will soon pick up the phrases of the
**Carlisle,” cried his friend quickly
‘you are not engaged to her?”
*‘No; but I shall be within the next
twenty-four hours,”’ boldly asserted
Carlisle.
“I beg of you do nothing rash,”
treated Belton. ‘*‘Wait
til—-m"
“Don’t preach,’ a little impatiently.
en-
a little un-
matter all
made up my mind.”
‘“Then there is no use in my arguing
“No use at all,” cried Carlisle, *‘I
call myself a not contemptible judge of
character, and I pronounce Augusta
of the
rarest types of true womanhood.”
Colton to be one sweetest and
By this time, however, the impend-
Sheets rain
poured down, vivid lightning cleft the
ng
of
“I hope you are certain about the
path,” said Belton, who was quite new
to this coast country.
“Well, I thought I was,”
Carlisle.
answered
“But the tempest and dark-
ness seem to have blotted old
landmarks, Here is some one coming.
Let's ask him. My friend, are we in
out the
answered an
**GGoin’ back to pub-
Derrer
““Ain’t goin’ to Point,”
inebriated voice.
lic-oush.
go back to public-oush.
“It's old
somewhat
Ge-wet! Ge-cold!
.
Colton,”’ sald Carlisle,
“He
other seafaring
men, he likes his grog.”’
“Your father-in-law elect, eh?"
i *
isl &
discomfited.
always sober, Like
said
Belton, with a shrug of the shoulders.
“But you should see how angelically
sweet and forbearing Augusta is with
him,?’ said Carlisle. “That is the thing
I most admire in her—her perfect tem-
And, of course, we shall separate
her entirely from the awkward rela-
tionships. In the meantime the
old man is going back to the ‘public-
oush'—I suggest that we go back tothe
Augusta’slittie brother
to pilot us in the right direction. Or,
Vi
«3%
don't
like to ask it of them, but I do not see
what else we can do.”
In less than five minutes they were
A tiny window at the left was pushed
fair Augusta, shrill and sharper than
“Go away!" she cried, “Clear out!
“Augusta Ann!” remonstrated the
voice of old Mrs, Colton from the in-
Augusta, “‘I’vetold pa, time and again,
the next time he came home at this
hour of the night, I wouldn't let him in.
And I mean to stick to my
word, so there! It's too bad of him, so
it is, to spoil my chances with a city
won't stand it. Get out, pa. Don't
stand whining there.”
old woman, ‘*it’s your tongue and tem-
per that drives him away more’n any-
thing else, Let him in. Don’t you
hear how it’s raining?”
“Silence!” retorted
daughter,
And the window was shut to once
more, leaving the two friends standing
on the doorstep, in the night and tem-
pest.
They got back to their lodgings after
a long, wet walk, in the course of
which they went considerably out of
their way—but they were neither of
them sorry for the night's adventure,
wet and forlorn though they were,
“It’s astonishing how easy it is for a
man tobe mistaken,’ said Carlisle, after
a long silence, as they were sitting be-
fore the fire in their own room.
Belton leaned over and grasped his
hand,
“Be thankful old fellow,” sald he,
‘that you have escaped as easily as
this,”
Augusta Anu never saw her cily
the dutiful
swan again, and as she didn’t read the
papers she missed perceiving the notice
in a daily journal of the marriage of
| Will Carlisle to Miss Lettice Belton.
| And poor old Colton leads a harder
life than ever.
———— A ——————
| The Transpiration of Viants,
i A r—— er —
Of all the phenomena of plants, that
of transpiration is perhaps the most
interesting. The rich dew that im-
pearls a summer morning with beaaty,
resting on leaf and flower and grass
blade, dampening the country roads,
and that was once thought to be evolved
from the atmosphere, is proved by the
great Dutch naturalist Muschenbroeck
to be the coadensed perspiration of
plants, Theexperiment was very simple;
he covered with a plate of lead the
whole circumference of the root of a
white poppy, 80 as to prevent the vapor
of the earth from interfering with
experiment. The plant was then cov-
ered with a bell glass cemented to the
lead, After that, each morning, when
| the naturalist came to visit the
during the driest night its leaves
name of dew is given, and that the
| sides of the glass were covered with
{ moisture, (iuettard was able to decide
of a cornel tree weighing only 0%
drachms distliled each day an ounce
| and three drachms of water, double its
weight, in twenty-four hours.
The common garden sunflower is a
{ marked instance of the transpiration of
| plants, Wales has proved by experi-
| water in twenty-four hours. Ruysch,
the great Dutch anatomist, states: that
it in a green house in
Amsterdam
from
proportion
anarum which he key
the botanical at
dist
extremities of its leaves in
garden
led water drop by drop the
as it was watered ; and another plant
of the same family (Colocasia esculenta
edible arum, threw out
water in the form of a jet,
exhaled from the pores seen on the tips
of its cordate shaped leaves, and from
each of these orifices from ten to
hundred drops of walter were thrown
some distnace every minute.
mentions a similiar phenomenon in one
little drops of
that were
one
den at Rouen, where arborescent
fuchsia rained down much water
upon the plants around it that it
The leaves
an
80
Was
necessary to remove them.
perspiration they distil, collect it in
little cups, which are seen at the ex-
tremities of their leaves ; theses in some
cases have movable lids, The most
markable plant that exhibits this phe-
1s the famous Nepenthes dis-
pitcher plant, found in
Its leaves display a
the
cylindrical
1H
nomenon
tillatoria, or
Southern Asia
firm mid-rib, which extends along
blade and ends in
cup, provided w
a strong
a hinged lid, which
148
spontaneously opens and closes accor-
ding to
the state of the atmosphere.
During the night lid sinks dd
and hermetically closes the little
which then fills up with limpid walter
exhaled by its walls, During the day
the lid is raised and the water mostly
evaporates. The beneficient nepenthe
has often quenched the thirst of the
Italian lost in the burning deserts. In
the marshy forests of Southern Amer-
ica is found another distilling plant,
the purple sarracenia, the structure of
which is equally eccentric. Its leaves
uniting at their edges are transformed
into elegant amphorm, the narrow open-
ing of which is surmounfed by an am-
ple green auricle threaded with scarlet
this wn
VASE,
name. These cups are filled with pure
and delicious water for the benefit of
asses, the water of which is lukewarn
is the weeping tree of the Canary Is-
whose tufted foliage distils
Bat the rain tree with
vian Andes, Professor Ernst director
Gardens, at Ca.
raccas, states: “Inthe month of April
| transparent; during the whole day a
| minishes with the growth of the leaves,
and ceases when they are fully grown
He attributes the rain to secretions
from glands on the footstalk of the leaf
on which drops of the liquid are found
which are rapidly renewed on being re-
moved with blotting paper.
_ rt
Tmpregnable.
When Alexander paused before the
walls of Tyre, Delessepius, his engineer
reported that that city was impregna-
ble. All attempts to break down the
walls would be but a waste of time,
and an assault would cause a terrible
effusion of blood. Alexander smiling.
ly replied that while a battering ram
might fail, a goat would probably an.
swer, ‘Bring up a goat or the butter
we had last night; either is a strong
butter,” he musingly added. The peo-
ple of Tyre, who were on the walls of
their city, immediately got down and
left on the other side.
Jonathan Niles and His Fife,
In his youth, Jonathan Niles was a
musician of the Revolutionary Army.
In 1778, while the American Army was
encamped at Tappan, on the Hudson,
Gen, La Fayette had command of the
advance, his particular duty being to
guard the water front; and in order
that any attempt on the part of the
enemy at surprise might be guarded
against, La Fayette issued orders that
there should be no noise of any kind, by
the troops, between the hours of tattoo
and reveille.
Our Jonathan was one of La Fayelite
musicians, and his instrument the fife,
He was a son of Connecticut and he had
& maimed and disabled brother who was
a cunning artificer, and who, among
other quaint things, had made the fife
upon which Jonathan played.
so constructed thas it could be blown to
| shrill and ear-piercing notes that belong
with the drum, or it ceuld be 80 sofi-
| ly and sweetly breathed upon as to give
| forth notes like the gentle dulcimer.
Oneevening Jonathan wandereddown
{ to the water's edge, and seated upon a
| rock gazed off upon the darkly flowing,
star-gemmed flood. His thoughts were
of his home and of the loved ones, and
| annon came memories of the old songs
that had been wont to gladden the
fireside,
Unconsciously, he drew his flute from
{ his bosom and placed it to his lips. In
his mind, at that moment, was a sweet
| song, adapted from Mozart, which bad
| been his mother's favorite, He knew
{ not what he did, To him all things of
| the present were shut out, and he was
| again at home, sitting at his mother’s
| feet—and the chasm was not broken
| until a rough blow upon the back re-
| called him to his senses,
‘“‘Man! what are you doing? The
General may be awake. If he should
kear you-—ahl"
It was a sentinel; and even this guar-
dian of the night afterward confessed
that he had listened, entranced, to the
ravishing music for a long time
he had thought of his duty to stop it,
On the following morning an orderly
came to the spot where Jonathan had
been eating his breakfast, and informed
him to see
him at headquariers,
Poor Jonathan turned pale and trem-
bled. He knew La Fayette was very
strict, and that in those perilous times
oven slight infractions of military or
ders were punished severely. As he
arose to his feet the sentinel of pre-
vious evening came up and whispered
into his ear.
“Eh
sathar Aas
Jonathan, don’t
OTe
that the General wanted
the
about the music,
you be alarmed. Not
a soul save you and me knows anything
about it. I can swear to that.
you just say it Stick to it,
and you'll come out all right.”
should be
So.do
wasn't you,
Jonathan looked at the man
What!
that?
11%
§h pie fe
Pityingiy.
“ MRE
my mother’s son tell lie
It would be the heaviest load 1
ever carried—heavier than I ever mean
to carry, if I have ny senses,
I's quarters-
a commanding site
He went to the General's
a tent pm
overlooking the whole
guard,
fro, moody as
thoughts were unhappy.
“Comrade, who are you?”
“Jonathan Niles, General?"
“Last evening I heard music
by the river's bank. Were
musician?"
It was I, General, but 1 knew not
what I did. I meant not to disobey
I sat and thought of home
and my mother, and.’
tched in .
line it had to
La Fayelle was pacing to and
and his
| pr y
sad though
down
you the
The Yearful Hesults,
**8o blonde women are going out of
fashion at last?’ inquired a representa~
tive of one who, among other things,
makes a study of scalp diseases a spec-
ialty. “To what do you attribute this
sudden fall in the stock of yellow
hair?”
rumerous to particularize., 1 dare say
the first alarm will leave comparative
quiet in the camp of the Baxon-haired
ladies, The say-so of fashion has a
mighty influence, but blue-eyed, drab-
haired ladies will not willingly sink
back into neutral obscurity.”
“But what amount of truth is there
in the statement that chemicals injure
those who use them?’
““More, perhaps, than you or they are
aware of, when it comes down to being
“What are the symptoms of the pol-
“They differ, of course, with differ-
ent temperaments, BSome women rap-
They lose appetite,
and have to resort to beer ora stimulent;
most aggravated forms, and the last
they becomes perfectly
They will attribute all these
but the right one, and their husbands
mon alkali bar-soap or salts of tartar,
But finally, when almost bald, with
red, watery eyes and constantly aching
face grew soft and etherial,
“Of your—MoTHER! And I thougnt
of mine. It wasa theme of Mozart's
1t will
do me good.”
In the after years—even to his dying
Though he would never urge the truth
thing as the benefit that might result,
memory of all his soldier experience
might have been lost to him bad he
grasped at the opportunity to tell a lie,
which might, to some, have seemed
most opportune and profitable,
Florence Maryatt, the clever novelist
and fascinating daughter of everybody's
favorite, Captain Marryatt, will short-
of engagements for readings, made for
her by Mr. Howard Paul, whose wide
acquaintance with the States makes
him invaluable in this way. The
Princess Dolgoreuki, the widow of the
late Emperor of Russia, has left Paris
with her children and a large suite for
Switzerland. She intends wo pass the
autumn at the Lake of Lucerne and
the lakes in Northern Italy. A young
daughter of the present Lord Lytton,
amiss still in her teens, has begun a
story in the August Temple Bar entl-
tled “The Red Mavor.”
A good beginning is half the work.
Prudery is the caricature of modesty.
The pleasure of love is in loving.
An old friend is better than two new
ones,
\
selves by inches to become a problemas
All men do not admire
yellow-haired women by any means,
For my part. and I think the majority
of men think with me, is only
worthy of admiration when just as n
WOINAD
fa-
ture left her, without tampering with
at all, no matter what her complexion,
Besides, it is questionable taste in la-
dies of correct life and standing, since
they follow the mad pranks of those
who, lost to all decency, would do any-
thing to attract attention. They star.
ted bangs, and straighiway all women
”
off their front hair.”
“Well, you make this out
matter, to be sure,
4
Cus
& serious
Have you enumer-
ated all the dread results®"’
“No; there isone I have
to speak of —lunacy! Yes, horrible as
the asylums are
up with incurable
brought to that pass by using hair
washes and bleaches, This begins by
nervous attacks periodically when
hen they
Soult Pe
loth
been
filling maniacs
nEino
in
begin
to have hysterics more often; husbands
are puzzled to know how to deal with a
wife who bursts into tears at the salight-
est provocation and falls right on the
or bed. It is a
gibbering
n
road to
for
floor swift
insanity,
ot yet thought out
I see that
and Paris
r babies’
trick is
which science has not
the cause 18 80 new,
in London
}
have bleached
a cure
for a long ume
women thei
heads, and that this pernicious
being done here. Such mothers should
be depeived of their children as being
unfit custodians of them. The effect
will be a lot of imbecile young women,
We are a brown-haired
than any
or wolnen
nation, and
flaxen-haired
on earth, and
up in
trying to imitate the peasantry of Ba-
varia, Austria or Sweden.”
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Norse men
Fiastering In Early Times.
The use of plaster, or “‘plaister,” as
it was formerly called, 1s of early date,
even in the British islands, in connec-
before lime plaster came into general
ing or plastering in the British Isles
were those structures erected of wattles
the cold. This kind of domestic build-
of Henry 11. From necessity or in con-
“‘uncommon elegance’ of
smoothed wattles in 1172, and in such
buildings his Majesty with the Kings
and Princes of Ireland solemnized the
festival of Christmas, The Devonshire
“gob,” a class of building not yet ex-
tinct, is a fair illustration of the ancient
fashion of daubing or plastering prac-
ticed in this country for long centuries,
In the thirteenth and fourteenth cent.
uries in this country the plasterers
proper and the daubers formed two dis-
tinct classes of building workmen, and
their wages, like the wages of other
operatives, were subject to certain reg-
ulations summer and winter. The
daubers were simply the layers on of a
mixture of straw and mud to a frame-
work of timber. The plasterers in Lon-
don in the twenty-fourth Edward ILL
(1350) were bound to take no more for
their working day between the feasts
of Easter and St. Michael than 6d.
without victuals or drink, and for the
remainder of the year 5d. Upon feast
days, when they did not work, they
took nothing.
Sl BR Rin —
¥yOOp ¥OR THOUGHT,
Denying a fault doubles it,
A charitable man is the true lover o.
Where the will 1s ready the feet are
A candle lights others and consumes
itself.
If we build high, let us begin low
What is duty ? It is what we
of others,
Far better that the feet slip than the
tongue,
Discretion of speech is more than
eloquence,
Youth looks at the possible, age at
the probable,
exact
A word and a stone let go cannot be
called back,
He that will not economize will have
to agonize,
Manner is something with everybody
and everything with some,
Things don’t “turn up’’ in this world
until somebody turns them up,
Poverty destroys pride it
« *
ign.
4
wv
er per-
18 forti-
8s difficult
r
The virtue of prosperity is
ance ; the virtue of adversity
Uneasiness is a species of sagacity; a
Fools are never un-
GASY,
Whoever entertains you with tl
16
n
A similar manner.
Men make themselves ridiculous not
s0 much by the qualities they have as
not.
the man
wonderful
I have often noticed that
there.
Do you know that a wise and good
everything for the sake of having acted
well 7
The moet ignorant have sufficient
knowledge to detect the faults of others:
most clear sighted are blind to
their own.
We are ved than
more dece
¥
take gravity {i
Ver
iT greatne
pom posity
youl
14 that wv
ing ial you
y thelr comf
dit 1fo
%
an a on
Unlimited severity of
without investigation, is a viol
the law of right often worse thaa
fault you are condemning.
A man is known by his friends. But
more than this, a man is made or mar-
Companionship is
one of the great factors of life,
We must look downward as well as
upward in human life. Though many
may have passed you in the race there
are many you have left behind,
life is a series of surprises, and
would not be worth taking or keeping
if it were not, God delights to Isolate
us every day, and from us the
past and the future,
Nothing is more expensive than pe-
nuriounes ; nothing more anxious than
carelessness : and every duty which
is bu n to wait, ret
fresh dutys at its |
Give self-control, and
of all well-d
+4
vid
wide
: the
n mind, body,
% oh
thought,
of
essence
business and success, —the
himself can master these,
Agitation prevents rebellion, keeps
the peace and secures progress, Every
step she gains is gained forever. Mus
f animals. Agita-
tion is the atmosphere of the brains,
The old, old fashion; the fashion
that came in with our first garments,
will last unchanged until our race has
run its course, and the wide firmanent
The old, old
master
fashion—Death,
To be nameless in worthy deeds ex-
The Ca
paanitish woman lives more happily
without a name than Herodias with
one : and who would not have rather
Expenence teaches more and more
from day to day, that a child will
retain in its memory only what is ine
corporated into its life. It will forget
what it has seen or beard, but rarely
or never what it has accomplish-
The wheel of fortune 1s ever turning.
neglect to keep stepping you are roli-
od again into the mud ; more exertion
being required to keep there than to
cling to the wheel as it carries you
there.
There is enough in the world to com-
plain about and find fault with if men
have the dispisition. We often travel
on hard and uneven roads; but with
a cheerful spirit we may walk thereon
our journey in peace.
The morality of an action depends
upon the motive from which we act. If 1
fling half a crown at a beggar with the
intention to break his head, and he picks
it upand buys victuals with it, the
physical effect is good, but with respect
to me the action is very wrong. .
Friendship, love and piety should be
We should only
speak of them in rare and confidential
moments ; have a silent, undertstand-
ing regard for them. There is much
in respect to them that is too tender
to be thought of, still more to be
talked about.
Some happy talent and some fortu-
nate rtunity may form the two
sides of the ladder on which some men
mount, but the rounds of that ladder
must be made of stuff to stand the
wear and tear ; and there is no substi-
tute for thorough going, ardent and
sincere earnestnes,
Every man is a divinity in disguise,
a god playing the fool. It seems as if
Heaven had sent its insane angels into
our world as to an asylum, and here
they will break out in their native
music, and utter at inter vals the words
they have heard in Heaven ; then the
mad fit returns, and thev mope ant
wallow like dogs