AT ANCHOR, My love was like a buoyant ship Q'er sunny waves at sea, And in the voyage of my heart She sailed away from me! I followed in her flying wake— The waves grew strong and fleet ; I passed by shoals of clroumstance, And quicksands of defeat! But little winds of coquetry Still kept our lives apart, Ill in my cruise of lovel reached The harbor of her heart! STR BRACELET NIGHT. “Oh I'm in such a delemma. dreadful cook has gone. Took the twelve o'clock boat and left me here without a word of warning; and here's is so fastidious, has come. And I do assure you, Eve, Lucette hasn't the first idea about cooking; and 1'm not sure whether you put eggs and butter, or cream of tartar and vitriol in pie crust!” And pretty little Mzs, Wallace —the pride of six months, and the host- ess of five belles and six desirable gen- tlemen. plus Paul Gaynor, newly arri- ved—Ilooked, as well she might, the picture of despair. Ive Ashton laughed merrily— “That's what it 18 to be married! Do you know, I never could imagine why all the dramas and romances end in marrage and a glare of rose lights? ly after perfumed billets, and I'm thine torever.’”? “Oh, you quiz! you haven’t a bit more feeling than Fred. his bringing home Paul Gaynor, and I without a cook!” “There—there, Ethel, don’t look so desperate. Remember, I am England girl; and if I can’t Redowa I can make biscuits,” rejoined \ITus. “Biseuits!—you?”’ “Yes; and tarts and blanc and pies; and roast meas, every I" answered Eve cally. sh, then, it would people say “Not half so mange, majesti- creature! Dut all-—-what you delicious would never do at 9% many disagreeable ' per, or none at alll’ “But that lovely dress—and hair is so becoming! I want you to fas- cinate Paull” “Half a dozen are about that busi- ness already. You should take a peep i the parlor. Belle Tartleton to really superb-looking; and she is netting is the last year, and looks like fashion plate. Maude is inlan attitude, reading. Effie is on the rug, tossing her curls about, and playing with your {Lute is doing?"’ “Crochetting?”’ a callco frock for a poor child.” Mrs, Wallace went off ina silvery langhter. “What are you laughing at,” pur- sued Eve, reprovingly. (Lucette, more sugar!) “I assure you, itis the prettiest tableau. If Mr. Gaynor can resist that, he must have a heart of adamant.’ “But senously, Eve, do you know I wanted you to make a conquest of ve was grave in a moment, “My dear Ethel, never say Lhat me again. angle for men’s hearts and fortunes, as an actor does his part. No, Ethel. me off, the capricious goddess shall, at my respect and affection—not one whom I have hunted down.” “Good gracions,” exclaimed Mrs, of expression, by seeing the handsome mischievous face of Paul Gaynor, peer- “What is it?" asked Eve, looking np, but seeing nothing. “Nothing, nothing; only you are so fearfully strong-minded, 1s, I am afraid you will be a fright.” ‘Nocomments, Mrs, Wallace. Inso of a tart, it is necessary that my sereni- ty should not be disturbed. entertain your beloved Paul.” the window. Paul was gone. with that odious Belle Tarleton?—how much had he heard? What did he think of lve? Meanwhile the tart and bis- cuits were finished. "Would you like anything more?” asked Eve. Of course not. There was fruit and cream and all sorts of things, and, fairly boiling over with impatience, Mrs, Wallace hurried Eve off to the drawing room, where her [first glanee showed her Paul, on a footstool, befors Delle Tarleton, holding the reel from which she was winding silk. “such occupationsare the only ones,” hie observed, with unusual distinctness, as they entered the room, “‘fitted for a lady. All coarse employments are irre- concilable with my idea of an elegant and refined woman.,’’ “Ask him if he likes biscuits and tarts?’ whispered Eve maliciously, as taking up a book, she went to the farthest wincow; where enshrined be- hind white mauslin-curtains, she looked out on a glowing Western sky, and water rosy in the day's dying gleam, After a while the murmurs in the drawing rooms died away in silence, Belle Tarleton had moved and seconded that they should walk; and there was a bringing out of broad brim hats—and then Eve had the drawing room to her- self, Presently some one parted the cur- tains, “Lovely, isn’t it?’ asked Eve, with- out looking up, supposing that it was Mrs. Wallace.” “Very,” returned a deep voice that made her start, And she encountered a glance from Paul Gaynor-express. ive of admiration, doubtless, of the landscape. * He stepped in, and without further ceremony, and seated himself beside her while Eve drew aside her full skirt, as calmly as if he had been her great- grandmother, and sat quietly looking out. She was in no hurry to talk. If Mr. Gaynor had any ideas he couldn’t help airing them presently; and if not— why, it would simply be a waste of time to talk for him. She never had on hand a store of ready-made smiles and glances, manufactured for appropriate occasions; and Mr. Gaynor, who seldom had a chance to see a handsome face in a state of anything like repose, improv- ed the opportunity and studied the broad, calm brow--the eyes, full of grace, tender, bright, and the mobile, sensitive mouth, as though he was taking a mental daguerreotype of her. Then; layingaside that Paul Gaynor that had smiled, complimented and held silk-reels for ladies that day, the real man came out, and basked in the hight of Eve Ashton’s upright, earnest | sand ever does talk to a woman, It is a fact the bell rang for supper, ! and neither of theu | the drawing room a short time before, | had tiptoed out again enchanted; and | had been malicious enough to keep | Belle Tarleton in a state of semi dis. { bell rang, under pretence of discussing | her new point collar) was obliged to | come and call them, All Ethel’s merry glances and wicked penetrable coolness, like straws from polished steel; but the lofty Eve for | once blushed crimson, and insisted on | sitting by Mrs. Wallace; and wouldn’t | even look up when Paul recommended | they knew what he did about them, tity. And Belle Tarleton had Paul all to herself that eveming; for immediately after supper Eve disappeared, and was nowhere to be found, though Mrs. Wal- lace looked for her everywhere. This desperate sisted} affairs, how- ever, lasted little more @¥an three days. | After that Eve recovered her equanimi- ty, and took long walks, and rode, and | boated, and danced with Paul, without | any recurrence of the same alarming | habit of blushing like a rose if Wallace { perpetrated even the most innocent and indirect little jest on the subject. By degrees, five of the six young de- off, leaving only Fred Bayham, who, | ladies successively, passed the last even. ing of his sojourn at Rose Glen, in the | departed early in the morning, in a very evening Eve also was missing—to the chagrin of Paul, with whom she had promised to take a moon-light ride, and | she should chance to take in the course | of her mortal life. She was late in the drawing room the next morning, also, (an unusual thing with her); and there | were dark violet circles around her eyes, and an uneasy flush in her pale face, | she grew still more uneasy beneath his searching glance. At that moment, Nell, the pretty quadroon chambermaid, came up somewhat hesitatingly, holding { in her hand a handsome and somewhat remarkable lava bracelet.” | she asked, “Yes,” returnal Eve, promptly, missed it last evening. Where did you find it?” yg Nell hesitated, “Where did you { Eve, Eo | Ashton.’ find it? repeated can't ’ quite remember, Wallace. “Why Nell, what | mean? Speak out at once.” i “Well then, if I must,” said Nell, desperately, “I found it this morning, right by the corner of the fireplace in Mr. Bayham’s room. There!” do you Balle Tarleton and her cousin looked at each smile, : Lute other with a sneering Eve stood motionless and speechless his senses, “My dear | said, kindly. When did you first *“This morning ing, and I thought I laid iton my table.” Eve don’t look so,” triumph at Lute, but, quick as it was, {| Mr. Wallace saw it and at | divined the mystery. | ther trouble,’’ he said. ‘Give me the | privilege of examining your room, and | go out and take a walk. Mrs. Wallace {and 1 will soon solve this mystery,” | Glad to escape from the pitiless eyes that were on her, Eve took her hat and went down to the water, There was a low, rustic seat under the shade of a for Paul Gaynor parted the shrubbery and came and stood before her. “Eve,” he said abruptly, ‘‘what is tis? Can you explain?’ ‘What?’ she asked, calmly, as he stopped, apparently at a loss, *‘I ac- knowledge that I lost my bracelet, and I don't doubt Nell’'s word, though I came there, your foundation that a breath can sverthrow it? I think you, atleast might have known me better,” If Paul hadn't been in love, and as a consequence. ridiculously and insanely jealous, he would have seen and felt that truth itself looked out of that clear eye, and the pride of upnightness flushed that fair cheek; but, being in love, and of course, absurd, he persisted: “But your absence last night, Eve. Only explain that; tell me where you were and what you were doing.”’ “Nover—never!” murmured Eve, growing crimson, “Never? Think again, Eve. You way never tell the world, but I-~I have a right to know!” “You are the last person in the world whom 1 would tell] answered blunt, impohitic Kve, Paul sprang to his feet; for he had seated himself beside her. “Farewell! and forever, Miss Ash- ton.” “Farewell, but not forever!” retort- ed Eve, undaunted and indignant at his want of faith. ‘Not forever; for you will one day find what injustice you have done me and come to beg my par- don.” And catching up her garden hat, she walked back to the house 80 fast that, though she had chosen the longest path, she was there as soon as he. Mrs. Wallace met them with a face beaming with smiles. “We've found it all out. to Eve's room, John, go and call Miss Tarleton. Come Eve.” Bewildered, hostess to her own room, and uncomfortable indeed. Presently in swept Delle, “You all know,” commenced Mr. ‘that confusion, I sent Miss Ashton out to walk, and you see that she has just re- witnesses that Mrs, myself have been guilty of no double dealing, and that the explanation of the mystery lies here (tapping Eve's Here it is (lifting out a Belle Tarleton), 1 not to wear it would the next time advise you you ar- 18 your friend’s character and happiness, you'll only get bracelet for bracelet!" “Hush! you are too severe,” whis- pered Mrs, Wallace, “Not a bit she deserves t censure,’ “Can you forgive me?” the dear old bow window. I think she did; for she married him. But it was not till a year afterwerd, he elicited the fact of her whereabouts on what he called the “bracelet night” Then it came out, something in this fash- jon: “You won't laugh at me?’ **No.”’ “Well, then—Dbut won't laugh? It was very much in love with you you're 80 81 I (Paul |ure you was hat afraid that you fancied Belle Tarleton (sillier still}; and I sat down by the wateer, and was thinking about it, when I saw And 1 picked up a little stone, and thought, if I can no. And I threw it with such force it; and was nearly suffocated in the mud —and my slippers were full of it—and I W lost my ride with you—all for nothing {because I fell before I could see the lily or not wretch for Paul had such a headache-you you've broken your promise. cheeks. And all that Eve has to say to get him in good humor when has the sulks (even model husbands do sometimes have the sulks, girls ® 3 {3 AR he Sr mm— ame A Rindhearted Man. The other day shortly after a train mn, Arkansaw, a modest looking man, the corners whose mouth were drawn down by em phasis of character oracute rheumatisu approached the station agent and asked: “Haven't seen anvihing of a spring- wagon and a freckled-face boy, hs ob stati ve “No, sir.” “That's strange. The folks were ex- me and I don’t see why they I've got to walk eight miles." “Pretty bad if you've any baggage to “Baggage!” exclaimed the man, slap- “by George, I forgot my Great goodness, that will never How far isit to the next station?" “Seven miles,” “Got a telegraph office here?"’ .“ rr '" No. I can telegraph?’’ “Don't think you can.” ‘“‘Your valise must be valuable,” “Oh, no. my daughter-in-law’s photograph.’ “Then why are you so anxious to re- “Youj see, I am different from most did wiint to disappoint man, The valise will be disappointed when Now, if there was a bottle of whisky or anything else agreeable in the The will be worse off than he was before, for I don’t believe there ever was an ter her. Well, Good intentions don't always foreshad- Rachel's Tomb, Singularly enough this is one of the places in Palestine where the traditions of Jews, Moslems and Christians agree, Undoubtedly it is the spot where Rachel was overtaken by her last illness when she and Jacob were journeying southward from Bethel, and where Benjamin first opened Ins eyes to look upon this great world. The build. ing is a modern, white, square struc- ture, with a domed roof of coarse plas. ter, and a pillar which Jacob sorrow. tally got up to mark the site has long since passed away; but the spot is fath- fully cherished in the hearts of all. The tomb lies at the point where the Beth. lehem and Hebron roads unite, Bethle- hem is in sight to the lett, and only one mile distant. How near Rachel was to a good halting place when her life went out, and that of Israel's favorite son, after Joseph, was Kindled! Fighting for a String of Fenris. My father was a working jeweller in a small interior city in Prussia. He married a second time a year or two after my mother’s death, and I left my home and went to Bremen, where [ shipped as a cabin boy. Before l was 18 I had been quite around the world, In 1859 1 was in the North of England, when I became one of the crew of a big transport chartered by the Government for China. We had on board 100 sol- in China waters, The First Lieuten- ant of the company of English soldiers had taken quite a fancy to me and I had his permission to follow him to Pekin, which was the point the united peopie do not often liquor. We set out on our march and before us, or they would let us take the advance. Just before we got outside us, denly pitch forward and then disappear. Just as 1 the into a pitfall. him out, and was dragging Frenchman was the pit. I pushed it on one side, when it went off with a terrible racket, It had been so fixed that any one tumbling into the trap would have received half a pound of slugs into his body. It had not gone off when the Frenchman tum- in, but it would have been dis- as he scrambled out, The quaintance and he was a real fellow. I need pot tell you how Pekin was There was no fighting at all The Erenchman’s regiment was among the t sacked the Summer Pal- our men, unit £3 v4 ye first thi ace. Some five of were left in t sergeant and myself, There was matter with men, only drunk. I knew well enough cent prizes to be l he garden under: nothing the that there I remember one man ¢ gold watches h neck and a gold clock. ered out wit as big as a real bird, palace, out with a dozen around each arn stage cock, just t + which studded with emeralds. Of should like to have taken a hand in it, but I could not. I was obey The Sergeant, however, could the temptation, Suddenly I heard someone ¢ a small 1 and saw my Frenchman, cried mn French, ‘If there ain’ rich doing g the garden, and he zh, Dietrich! like to come up? old fellow, you did me a good turn, and you mast novleave China without some souvenir to take home to your girl, Tiens: You sauerkraut eater, here is a } ing for you, When you ir baby can cut iis é) Wien CArrying One Fr ii 4 suver i and ene Ian wea ita 3 id course I 1g orders, nots and he had cleared out, all me from window, and I looked up ‘Hallool’ he Diet- hasn't a bitof a Wouldn't you chance, Are mar- teeth on them a minute ago. showy, | 3 YT nine ng which fi at October day. It rh ga gabe in the sur rattiedas the air, and I caught it What was it There were 4 threaded cord, vgs! J bof vy 9 1 Ling y them, and they were Neos heavy white s here was a small worth a dollar, But were of the purest color- white excepting eight of them which were of the most delicate pink. Ata guess, that string of pearls was worth a quarter of a million of dollars. Some- 1 of ¥ the pearls! They all snow-nilk look at his pearls and see some not the fourth—no, nota fifth —as large as those, marked $3,000. There was a prodi- Having such a treasure I was anxious " to carry me to her, by Chinese and half by Europeans that I secured a board but the Maltese. | had been dogging me. I Knew he must have deserted. 1 thought it was safer not to have anything to do with him, But he forced his piesence on me, The first thing he said to me was, ‘What was your share of the loot?’ “sNothing but a string of beads,’ I “4 think you ought to divide with me Anyhow let me see them,’ he said. “I declined. ‘I picked him up just before | 1 hired him, What of “‘He is a deserter and a drunken “Well, can't help that; anyhow, he isn’t Chinese. But from what you say, and you look ike a sailor, I think you It’s mostly touch and go with me.’ “We were a day out when I thought the Maltese was very intimate with a Portuguese-looking man, who was a kind of a third mate on board. The third night out I went down for a mo- ment below to get some tobacco which was stowed away in my sea bag. I could tell at once that my Kit hat oon overhauled. Though nothing was mis- sing, everything had been disturbed. I went to the captain and said that there were thieves on board. “Of course there are. Dassengers on this eraft must look out for them- selves, I always go armed. Look here!’ and he showed me a brace of revolvers under his coat. ‘I sleep with them. But see here my man, I notice that you have an anxious face. Got any of that Chins loot with you? That's a Kind of thing that comes casy and goes the same, Keep a bright lookout, and re- member it's mostly touch and go on these China seas, If you catch anybody fooling around your traps, be he white, brown, or yaller, let ’em have it. It’s lynch law on this here craft. I shoot when ths necessity comes. Touch and go, as I told you before,’ “The fourth night I was forward and had seated myself near the capstan and 1 was anxious be- daybreak. It was pitch dark and the little steamer was wallowing in the short seas, 1 made out the Malteste for- ward, wrapped up in a fold of the jib. The Portuguese presently came oui of a hatchway and leaned up against the foremast. He approached me and ask- light. 1 took a quick on deck but an old quartermaster at the wheel, I did not like the looks of things. I put one hand back of me for my revolver and with the other hand offered my pipe. Then, quick as a dash, | neck and did his best to choke me, 1 was strong enough to hold my ground, | but he was throttling me, Like a cat | the Maltese crawled up and set Ins knee | on the small of my back, I was strong and vigorous. 1 tried to cry out, but { could not, for the pressure around my windpipe prevented my even drawing breath, Still [ raised my feet and kicked, but my arms Maltese, Presently a stunning blow was given me on the head from behind, but my arms had been loosed for a mo- pistol and fire it. 1 could not alm al either of the robbers, All I wanted to | do was to give an alarm, Even then I thought it was almost useless, for the | wind roared so, Another and another blow was given on the top of the head with a capstan bar, and 1 was beaten down to the ground. Then I felt that that the Maltese had his hands In my shirt pesom trying to search me Then I knew I was being dragged to the side of the ship. It was evidently their in- tention to heave me overboard. I felt myself being | | But still I fought them. I knew I had | to preserve my strength for a final'effort. When they dropped me I caught hold f the bulwark with clutched fin Then I saw through the blood stream- ing down my forehead the gleam of an and I felt something strike my It did not hurt 1 hand was powerless and loosenex grip, but my other hand beld fast. if it had not been for a loose rope dang- ling over the side of the vessel, ar which my legs were twined, I should have been drowned, for my force was The two sconndrels, seeing I did not fall, now mounted the bulwark and tried to stamp me down dealing me | fearful bl feet. I screamed for help. close to me, in succession, shots, then there was the second or two, and three followed. I could smell As if by enchantment, the shower | blows on my head ceased. One of villains spun round, then fell almost on top of me as he went with a splash into BEA, The other, the Portuguse, need himself for an instant, clutch- ith his out ees 1 gLErs. axe, y vy ¢ rilv ria ne oll . hand. i { spent, Then I heard two pause of a more shots the powder. of the quick § the ‘ WIL, giving a nto the sea, “It was the Captain who had come o my rescue. I was faint. He helped ne by the aid of 3 % I think all he sai the « *Touch » pearls! Whether the Maltese or wiuguese had them I don’t know, t whoever got them went down with 1 {0 the Ix of sttom of the sea. -—-— Old Time Sargery. A number of years ago there lived in | Wheeling a certain Doctor Haullien, { who became famous as a Surgeon. | Some of his operations ant and decidedly awe-inspiring among the common people. One case in par- ticular was thought to be unparalleled at that time. A young lady belonging to | one of the best families in eastern Ohlo was terribly disfigured by a protruding jower jaw, Hearing of Dr. Hullien’s gkill as a surgeon, she prevailed upon her father to allow her to go to Wheel- ing and see if anything could be done to improve the shape of her face, She went alone, and nothing was heard of her for two weeks, except that she ar- rived there safely. One evening, as the shades of night were gathering, a really handsome lady drove up to the gate in front of the farm house, and asked if she could get jodging for the night, The well-to-do farmer said they did not keep a hotel, besides they were expecting their daughter home at any time, so they | could not keep her. She said she guessed she would stay anyhow and hopped out of the buggy. The farmer thought she was an escaped lunatic and was about to shut and lock the door in her face when the house dog came along and recognized the lady as his young mis. tress, | It was almost impossible to satisfy | her parents and sisters of her identity, | 80 remarkable was the change in her | appearance. In her pocket she had two | sections of jawbone, each containing | three teeth, which explained how the | change had been made. The operation is quite common now, but at that time 'it was rare. In this case there were | lower jaw than usual, and as they grew | they caused the jaw to project forward. At birth the lower jaw was but little longer than the upper one. The surgeon merely resected the jaw on both sides by cutting out a section on either side containing the extra teeth, cutting out one in front to make the jaw narrower and bringing the ends of the bones to- gether. It was simple enough, but the country people laid awake of night thinking and talking about it. Another young lady who, when a mere child toddiing around, had her neck badly scalded by pulling the coffee pot off the brenkfast table, and after ward carried her head greatly to one mde, went to see the doctor. Without so much as asking her consent he severed the contracted muscles, snipped a plece out of ber shoulder, fitted it in, tied up the wound and told her If she would hurry she would catch the next boat tor home. ——————— An este pesmi St ———— Soorpions and Centipedes. Frequently though the scorpion is met with, yet a sting from one is rare, An instance coming within my obser~ vation was that of my chowkeedar, who had been stung during the night while asleep on his mat in a corner of the veranda where the reptile had evident- ly dropped down from above, 1 was awoke by a loud “‘baprebap’ and the very familiar “‘sapkatdyia’” (“Father, | oh, father, a snake has bitien me!”), { and, on going to the spot with a light, | we discovered the assailant to be not a | fake, but a scorpion, which was stand~ | ing motionless in the corner, still ang- | rily curving its tail—a discovery which | afforded unspeakable relief to the chow- keedar, who had thought his last hours | were come, and who now with folded { hands and uplurned eyes devotedly | acknowledged his escape in the excla- { mation: ‘‘Dohal Ram Ji, jan buchgaia | (*“Mercy, O Ram, my life is spared!’’) | He had pressed upon the reptile, no | doubt, while turning round, and had | been stung on the arm, which rapidly swelled to a great size, accompanied by | pain 80 excessive as to cause a feeling of faintness, With his mind however, relieved from the “worst,” he soon set about collecting herbs from the com- pound and garden, under the applica- tion hot ashes of ch the pain gradually subsided, aad along with the swelling, disappeared in a of days, Being curious to wateh the habits the scorpion, I placed one under a glass ng with a grasshopper two in- long, whose sharp-spiked legs con- ted its strong natural defence, For tice of of couple CASE B ches i uti a while the scorpion Lok no the tu vil every now and again it struck against him in rebourding from the glass cover, but at length, irritated by the continu- | ance these, it assumed the ofiensive, After several unst wsful clutches, he managed to seize with his of the grasshopper, which held in his jaws, while endeavori to trans. } sting, till he suc- d in driving it through and through The leaps the grasshopj now speedily grew feebler, and soon he lay motionless and dead. For twenty- four hours the scorpion took no furthe: of his companion, and tl by hunger, himself of him, and speedily him, Like the scorpion, the centipede also seemns partial to grass! can get them. fled copy as it of a un log toes a leg he ng igh of Wey notice pressed 0ppe when It An enormously ms: is of the little . the sight of one, | 3 g, with its multit | slle feet all moving at or | feelers steering its way, Is home ve or six in ude of prehen fan ion ce, and its g causes an in- voluntary ereeping of the flesh, Once while reclining on a sofa, perusing a daily paper after midday breakfast, preparatory to “turning in’ for the customary siesta, 1 was surprise] by a thump-thumping against a newspaper | which was lying in a corner of the room, and the continuance of the sound induced me to jump up to ascertain the cause; suspecting, of course, a snake and trog. The raising of the paper dis- closed a centipede of about five inches his jaws a large grass- hopper, which he was quietly hollowing vat without the least regard to the frantic kicks of his victim, which had ccasiord the noise against the paper. vor did be seem disposed to reling choice a morsel, but allowed himself be turned over and over without even laxing his hx and as the grasshop- r could not physically ] 8 devourer con if an hour mained, and only ther | ishing kicks of the | altogether, On another oceasio of May, during my moraing abluti ng £ { long, hodding in id. 3d Way sartar QUATET « 1 { quarrel as | while raising the sponge to my face, I | was met by the near view of an ugly pair of horns, followed by a head, em- erging from one of the pores. Not an instant too soon, 1 dropped it down | again on the basin stand, upon which the full length of a hideous centipede gradually unwound itself. are instances of the way these reptiles are come upon now and again in India, | generally when and where least expec- | ted, and showing the weariness people | require to practice in every movement, | even in lifting a book or paper, or put | ting the hand anywhere where the eye | does not also reach. The bite of the | centipede is rarely beard of, but more or less POISONOUS, . Such 34 | ———— ——— Home Pleasures. Do not be afraid of a little fun at home, good people. Do not shut up your house lest the sun should fade your carpets, and your hearls lest a laugh should shake down a few of the musty old cobwebs that are standing i there. If you want to ruin your sons, Jet them think that all mirth and so- cial enjoyment must be left at the thresh- | hold without when they come home at | night. When once a home is regarded | as only a place to eat, drink and sleep |in, the work is begun that ends in gambling houses and reckless demada- | tion. Young people must have fun | and relaxation somewherc ; if they d not find it at their own hearthstones they will seek it at other and less profitable places. ‘Therefore, let the fire burn urightly in Winter, and let the doors and windows be cheerfully thrown open in Summer, and make the homestead delightful with all those little arts that parents so well under- stand. Do not repress the buoyant spirits of your children. Half an hour of merriment at home blots oat the remembrance of many a care and annoyance during the day; and the best safeguard that they can take with them into the world is the unseen m- fluence of a bright home sanctum. «In some parts of Texas water, it is said, costs more than milk, Paper in a vanety of forma, which shall be both luminous snd against damp, is made up of the following sub- stances: Water, 10 parts; paper pulp, 40 parts; ph orescent powder-—by preference « for 24 hours—20 parts; gelatine, 1 part, and satarated solution of of potash, 1 part, The gelatine resists the damp and the phosphorescent powder secures Juminosity.
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