The Nut Tree Babies, “I ie nut tree babies. young aud small, Lay in green cradles, satin lined, Rocked lightly by the summer wind; No bough did break, no eradle fall— The nut tree babies one and all, Slept in their cradles peacefully, While wood doves crooned a lullaby. One agtumn day the nuts awoka, The yellow leaves were strewn about, And mischievous Jack Frost was out, And played those babies such a joke— Their cradles with a touch he broke, And the brown nut tree babies fell, One with another, all pell-mell, But with the coming of the spring, When all the earth is green again With April sun and April rain, ‘We shall behold a carious thing— A crowd of saplings in a ring, W here every nut fell down will be A tiny little sprouting tree. Some day the saplings will be grown, And on their branches will be seen Haondreds of cradles, soft and green, Amid the leaves that make their crown For nut tree babies of their own, And winds will rock them low and high And wood doves croon a lullaby. le ————————— TROTTY’S JOURNEY. subdued joy pervaded the Hotel Lom- bardia, at Florence, because it was ru- mo. vil abroad that Miss Roseleaf’s pug Trotty was in extremis. He was not an attractive animal mentally or physi- cally, and had endeared himself to no one save his lovely young mistress, His figure was ruined through overfeeding; he had lost one eye in a by gone tussel with a butcher’s cat, and the other op- tic glared at the world with a sinister expression from out the black patch upon his countenance, Had he not molithed Major or Winkham’s slipper into an unpleasant pulp, and retired un- der Miss Pilcherton’s bed, there to snore and frighten that lady into spasms? He had also snatched a biscuit out of the hand of infant innocence — the mother of said innocence passing a sleepless night wondering if it were not well to send for Pasteur, to be quite sure that the bite was no more than biscuit, For all these misdemeanors, Miss Roseleaf apologized with a grace so | charming that the inalcontents were seen to stop on the stairs to stroke Trot- ty, and tell him he was a dear little fel- low, so he was not the same quadruped which they had first apostrophized as a hideous, squab legged, overfed, viclons-tempered brute. But how could they do else than melt, with Doris Roseleal’s sweet eyes caress. ing them from under the shade of her | big tossing-plumed hat, and the shell | pink on her cheeks deepening toa warm | sunset rose at praise of her ill-favored | pet! * » \d * * % “*Y es, Doris is so foolishly fond of the dog, I'm obliged fo put up with him; | but he is a great nuisance, to be sure, particularly in traveling. When we start for the Tyrol next week there will | be the usual harrowing scene—the rail | way people refusing to let Trotty go in | the carriage with us, Doris in tears, | and at last a fee to pay, or a bribe, that | really breaks my heart. We cannot af-} ford such foolish outlay. I wish some- thing would happen to the wretched animal: he has lived quite longenough,”’ 1u the above words, Mrs, Roseleaf had been wont to express her chief grievance | to a mixed audience for years, Now that destiny, in the shape of cramps and 3a stiff peck, seemed close upon the heels of Trotty, Mrs. Roseleafl inwardly rejoiced, but maintained a hypocritical attitude of unconcern in the presénce of her daughter, “I believe it would be well to send for a veterinary doctor; he could give poor ‘Trotty some chloroform, or some- thing to end his sufferings,” she said to Doris, and, then aside to a friend, add- ed: “1 grudge the expense, but it would be sucl: a relief to have the little brute surely done for, once and for all,” A few hours later, as Mrs. Roseleaf | returned from a walk, Doris met her | with a radiant face, crying: “Oh, mamma, Trotty is ac much better! Go- ing to recover and be better and strong- | er than ever before, the doctor says.”’ “What doctor?" “Why, the vet, you said we ought te | send for. I had him come while you were away, and he must be a wonder- fully clever man—he has certainly sav- ed Trotty's life, He asked tifteen francs, but I had to give him twenty, as you had nothing smaller in your purse, and I couldn’t ask him for five francs change. Mamma, I don’t be lieve that you are one bit glad that poor Trofty is better!” and tears welled over | in the lovely violet eyes which worked | so much havoc in the mother most of all. “Yes yes, child, I’m very glad,” the mendacious old lady answered, but her looks belied her words, ‘Twenty francs more paid for making the dog's life surer than before, and I believed he would be dead to-night. Ah, me! and that dreadful journey impending!’ was the burden of her thoughts. “Mamma,” said Doris one morning, breaking in apon her parent's perusal | of “She,’’ *I have a brilliant idea for | making the journey easy for us all Miss Willis told me she gave her cat an opium powder once, before taking him on a thirty-six hours’ journey in the train. He dozed all the time in his basket, quiet as a lamb, and the guard thought he was luncheon.” “I suppose you mean to give Trotly an opium der, but I fear the guards ean scarcely be induced to mistake him for luncheon,” “No, they will be otherwise deceived. Trotty is to be given a bg powder to keep him quiet, and he is then to be dressed as a baby, laid on a , and with a vail over his face is to cross the frontier, Perk shall carry him» I would WOU i hat quite the orthodox way. It will be great fun; Perk’s face will be a treat when she hears she has got to carry Trotty masquerading as a baby." Poor Mrs, Roseleaf’s face was cloud- ed and sad, She knew perfectly well that Doris would carry her point—she always yielded to the child; and what dreadful results might not follow this last escapade! But in this instance, as in thousands of others, the weak old lady decided there was nothing to do but to make the best of a bad bargain, and she took a limp interest in the pre- parations for what seemed to be a most novel undertaking, w * * “There Is another blessed iufant to make the night hideous for somebo ly,” soliloquized a good-looking young Eng- lishman, peering forth from the win- dow of a carriage at the Florence Sta- tion. “The train seems very full; I'm afraid we can’t have & coupe Lo our- selves,” said Mrs. Roseleaf, regretfully. ““There is one compartment with only a young man in it; shall we go there?’ “Yes,” said Doris, promptly. man will not notice anything odd in the conduct of my baby, and will not wish to kiss it, as some silly woman might.” “By Jupiter! they are coming in here -—1 am an unlucky dog, and no mis- take!” exclaimed Mr. Harold Lyman, the young man already mentioned, His dismay was pardonabla, escorting from Florence to Verona his sister’s baby, the very juvenile Contessa Montefiore, as well as her stolid Abruzzi nurse; the woman to return at once to her mountains so soon have laid her young charge in the arms of her successor at Verona, # * * tessa was hastily dispatched to ater scatter-brained young uncle. The baby was a brazen-Tunged young fiend. of six months; sleeping like an angel on a laced pillow at that moment, but anon she would awake and rend the air with her yells, To escape this, Mr. the adjoining coupe left vacant for him, and now beheld his privacy invaded by He fumed and fretted inwardly for a time, and then found some solace in watching the movements of Doris, in the light of the half-vailed lamp. She took the baby from the grim Abigail, hugged him to gauze vail, and hushed him to sleep on world, “Impossible that that girl is himself; ‘and yet, why not? She Lucky chap, ber husband! It must be other people's offspring in that way. The old dame bas ‘grandmother’ plainly written on her countenance and in her fussy manner, and I heard the young lady call the elder one mamma, The vinegar-visaged party is their maid, of course, ’’ Thus Mr. Lyman mused on iu a way that caused him an anoyance he could not understand. whether his pretty traveling companion He would never see her again after that brief journey. What an extraordinary quiet baby it was! for two hours now it had not stirred or lifted up its voice, though it had been laid by itself on the seat by Mr. Lyman. all? Perhaps only a doll or a bundle, But a long sigh from the somnolent Trotty, and a slight fidgeting of his cor- pulent body, removed the young Eng- lishman’s dawning doubts, and caused Miss Roseleaf to redouble her attentions to her disguised pet. Presently a violent jerk of the train threw everybody into everybody else's arms, Mr. Lyman found himself close- ly clasping both of Miss Roseleal’s hands, and assuring her that there was not the least danger, though he knew more than she did what was the A guard, running the length of the train, crying out some trifling top, soon restored serenity. All through this commotion the re- infant uttered nor moved as much as a finger. man resolved to would convince him whether or not his Ly- stolid cherub, “The-—it—your baby is unusually good; does it never cry?" he managed to enunciate. His charming neighbor's face broke into smiles, Lyman’s face fell-—yes, ouly a mother could look so radiant at praise of her darling. “Yes, he is very good,” the young lady said, with blush, Mr. Lyman soméhow did not seem to feel a desire to pursue the conversation which the mishap to the train had start- ed, and he soon sank quietly back into his corner. Doris settled back for a reverie in her corner, with her band laid caressingly on Trotty’s fat back. What a goed-jsoking, intelligent, hu- morous fellow he seemed-—ler vis-a-vis! How she would like to know him, and lead him back an adoring slave to flaunt before the envious girls at the “Lom. bardial”” One met such men only in books and on fleeting journeys, where one lost them again for ever at the first big station. This phase of life was re- ally very hard, * » ® ® * - Early dawn at Verona; here the silly boy and girl who had traveled ten hours together took leave of each other for ever, they supposed, and both looked grieved out of all porportion to the oc- casion, Mr, Lyman saw his little niece and her nurse iustalled by the door of the waiting-room, and then went out on the platform to fume and fret be- cause the Montefiore carriage had not come, “That baby looks about the of other I tore getting out of the train. Mamma will keep an eye on ‘I rotty,”’ Alas! “mamma’s eyes saw only the land of dreams while her daughter and maid were absent, . The baby contessa becoming partis eularly fretful, the nurse bethought her- self of a possible pin, or too tight string, and carried the baby off to Tollet-room No. 2, to investigate, At this juncture the Montefiore car- riage drove up in a tremendous hurry. There was not a moment to lose. The Signor Conte had been telegraphed for to go to his son, who was very ill, and it was only by a miracle that they had wrong out the time to come for the contessina, ‘The Signor Conte must have the carriage in twenty minutes, without fail, “Gio,” said Mr, Lyman to the foot- man, “and take the baby from the nurse she is waiting at the door. You need have no words with her, as she has been paid and dismissed, Make haste, and don’t wake the child.” To the great disgust of the affection. ate uncle, the new nurse had not been able to come in the carriage for the baby, and he must have a (tete-a-lete drive with it. Fortunately, it was not far. baby, he busied himself arranging a bed of shawls in the carriage, big en- ough for the infant's grandfather to re- pose comfortably on, “There, I hope { she will sleep,” he said, giving his work a final pat. The footman dashed into the walling room, cast a hasty, in the room. | from the partially overhanging whom he took for the nurse, have when she finds the baby gone! no time for explanations,’ Mrs, Roseleaf, on the bench opposite, continued to sleep the sleep of the just, and Trotty was borne away. “Asleep, Carlino? That is lucky. | these shawls, All nght Avanti!” wand, Before the rattle of its wheels died the waiting room at Verona, { her horror the bird was flown. Then {arose tears and lamentations | would have melted granite, was he, her darling, her beauty? did not care if the whole world knew he was a dog-—only let some one return asked for. Somebody testified to hav. ing seen a footman, in livery, come in i and take away the baby, or dog, or whatever it was, “A case of abduc- | tion, then, and more hopeless than ever!" wailed Doris. The imperturba- ble Abruzzi nurse, with her baby sleep- ing sweetly as an angel, blinked stupid- ly at the excited people around her, un- derstanding or caring nothing about their evident distress. She only won- | dered vaguely why the Signor Conte's carriage was so slow in coming. Presently Harold Lyman, with a face fas white as a ghost, dashed into the froom. He carried a lace handkerchisf {in his hand, and went straight up to | the weeping Doris, saying: ‘Madam, {is this your property? 1 believe it is, | for I noticed the same name on your | portmanteau in the train. ’’ i “Yes, it is mine, It was round my i darling Trotty’s neck. 1s hestillalive? { Pray, pray don’t tell me he is dead!” “Very much alive, my dear young { lady, and 1 am here to beg you to come and claim him. He is quite too much for any of us to manage.’’ Then turn- ing to the nurse and a baby on whom his eyes had rested for a moment with intense relief as he entered the room, he said to the woman, with fashing eyes “How dared wandering off and losing yourself at the | most important moment? Your stupid- ity has nearly been the death of us all | The other nurse has gone into fits, and | if she dies, her blood will be on your { soul!" { *It was a pin, Excellence, man replied, unmoved, Five minutes later, Mrs. Roseleaf, | Dorris, Mr. Lyman and the real baby ¥ ' the woe Trotty had been conveyed. | was a large, airy room, like a nursery, | Trotty, considerably recovered from his opium drowsiness, stood on the floor in { extreme neglige, barking furiously at a dozen or more Seightond people, any one of whom would rather grasp hot coals than touch him, Ilis cap was rakishily careened to one side, he had torn his lace dress for and aft, and his shawl trailed sideways on the carpet, “Trotty, dear Trotty!’’ cried Doris, rushing forward. Benignity and pleasure softened Trot- ty's sinister eye; slowly his tattered draperies swayed to and fro with the beatific wagging of his tail. He start. ed toward his mistress, but tripped ignobly in his petticoat and rolled oven “You darling, you shall not be a baby any more!’ she tore off the gar- ments so much the worse for wear, and allowed Trotly to appear in the dignity of his own coat, This interview, very painful for all persons concerned, save one, was ended as soon as ble, and the Roscleals were driven back to the station, there to begin thelr usual pleading with the guards to allow their dog to accompany them, Before bidding them adieu, Mr, Ly- man man with considerable ; to find antgel vi} Mrs, Roseleaf oa daughter were going to spend the next "Oddy enough, be ito by en y u chanoe of course, at are, Tole | a fortnight later . and, somehow ne Api it re eee? asia oh, It 80 turned out that when Doris re- turned in Hib | pgtamn to the “Loui. bardia ive a handsome ad- mirer to t in the faces of the other girls. } When § Ay en “In is heart-broken at the idea of losing Doris, but it is the only way she can be rid of Trotty-—and this thought consoles her,”? ns m—— NEPTUNE'S MIGHTY POWER, ——— ssn Various Kinds of Ocean Waves, A wave is a thing of beanty, but it is only a joy to those who watch it marche ing in splendor and foam from the safe refuge of the shore, It is a very nau- seating condition of voyaging. I makes the bones of ships creek as if they were full of rheumatism, It fills the brain with sense of chaos, and one moment swings the moaning traveler to the stars and the next plunges him into an abyss hideous with gloom and the hissing as of millions of snakes. To measure waves in a severe tempest is even more difficult than to mark effects. When the weather 1ises to such fury as makes the seas colossal enough to render the determination of their height exceeding- ly important, there is usually too much anxiety, and even distraction, for obser- vation. The weight of the wind is so violent that it is almost impossible to show one’s face to it. The ship whether plunges so abominably that a man’s main concern is to hold on and save himself from being drowned should one of the frothy mountains tumble on board, There may be other reasons why the officers of the mercantile ma- rine have not very zealously devoted height of waves, But more informa- tion than may already be found collected captains and mates wonld be doing sub- stantial service by neglecting no OPPoT- tunity to ascertain, by the best ineans in their power, the true altitude. of OCEAN SAS, DOWN RY CAFE HORN, For the true Andean sea one must go as 60 degrees south. There are sailors who, standing at the wheel of a ship willingly look behind them, lest the sight the oncoming rampant of green water, arching toward the taffrail, them. Standing on a deck twenty feet above the water line sens as at the top of a mountain, liquid Titans cannot be described, is necessary to be hove their height, volume and power: to and fommnless head green the to feel the sweep its freckled front flickering in bottle light of the gray skv ; 10 only, she hangs poised masts and shrieking and rigging on hold the vessel an comelL, It is difficult to which run in heavy southern-most point of Sot valley beneath, into which the instant after like slides write of weather ith i stion easy, It is impossbile to be make the passage of the Horn, without old navigators were enabled CYCLONIC AGITATION, high wave is Lhe dangerous one, as the biggest hotel in as the monument, and yet none prove seas of the cyclone. Of all worst, ishing fury so many miles in diameter, the lull, followed by a frightful outfly blew, fight like wolves, The, suapand howl, leapingfhigh in conified shapes in the similitude of sentient passion, The staggering of the ship is indesecrib. able. There is no rythmic swing to give her motions something of the vi. Her decks dive into a chasm that has opened un- der her forefoot, a valley yawns under her stern and a hill of water flashes up It has not been sug- wave should be determined. Probably there Is no eye afloat equal to such an undertaking. Another very uncomfortable sea is the volcanic wave, It 1s not very long ago that a vessel, steaming through wiet waters on a dark night, was sud. Sy hurled ap by an invisible billow that was reckoned to be between thirty and forty fest high. Three such waves passed under her, the last being the least in volume, and then all was dead flatness of ocean again, The stoutest heart might well thump to such an encounter as this ci Marriage Among the Eskimo, matrimonial matters, they lly have but one wife, and never more than two at the satne time, No formal preliminaries in the way of a service seem presented, As 2% SUNDAY sCHOOL LESSON, SuNpay, Arn 1, 1888, The Marriage Feast, LESSON TEXT. Matt, 22: 1.14. Memory vorses, 11-14) LESSON PLAN. Toric oF THE QUARTER: King tn Zion. Jesus the GOLDEN TEXT von THE QUARTER: But we see Jesus. who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honor, Heb, 2: 9, or Lesson Toric; A Message Disclos- tng Opportunity. (1. Opportunity, ys, 1-4, 8-11, 2. Misuse, va. 8 1. ¢.; 5,6, 11, 12 i. Penalty, va. 7, 13, 14 GOLDEN Text: Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage sup- per of the Lamb, —Rev, 19 : 9. Lesson Outiine : 1 DAILY Hove READINGS: M.—Matt, : 1-14. A disclosing oppastunity. T.—wrov, 9: 1-12. Wisdom’'s feast, W.—Luke 14 : 7-24, The great supper. T.—John 2 : 1-11, #east at Cana, F.—Lnke 7 : 36-50. ing, Eph, b : 22-35. 19 : marriage, py fon message The wedding A festal gather- S, model Jove, The Lamb's A N.— Rev, EE ——— ANALYSIS, I. OPPORTUNITY. I. A Splendid Feast : A certain King. made wt for his son (2). LESSON a marriage € sos IE & 1 and drink of the wine (Prov. 9 : 5). His fruit was sweet to my taste (Cant, & « - wre Buy wine and milk without {Isa. 565: 1). money marriage supper (Rey, 10 : 9). 11. A Pressing Invitation : All things are ready: come to the Ho, every one that thirsteth, come { Isa. 5d: 11. 11 : 28). Come unt The > { Rev, id drink (John 7 : i rit and th bride . ii say, OK Robe: 11). hed £ i An Honorable A wedding-garment riests be el Psa, 132: overed me with the susness (Isa, 61: 10). if § is robe of | array herse pre ich son,” 1 wh h i in king, for s generous king; (2 ored son: (3 {4) The favored guests, 8 forth his se them that were bidden.’’ 2} The ge feast is rvanis (o invitation ; {¢ i gospel 2} By whom ; (3) 4) From what; { The ex- generous the marriage feast.” (1 sweep ; (2) The The royal feast, 11. MISUSE, ' tended “ wa 11 call | They would not come (3). I have refused (Prov. 1:24). When 1 « and ye alled, ye did not answer {Isa. 65: 12 answer (Isa. 65:4). Ye will not come have life (John Ridicule: They made light of it {5). They contemned the counsel of the Most High (Psa, 107 : 11). Ye have set at nought all my counsel {Prov. 1 : 5H). laughed [ Matt, 9:24). Festus saith with a loud voice, Paul, thou art mad {Acts 26 : 24). 11. Violence: The rest. ...entreated them shame- fully, and Killed them (6), They took him, and cast him forth, ....and killed him (Matt, 21 : 39), Jerusalem, . ... which Killeth prophets (Matt. 23 © 37). All... took counsel against Jesus to him to death (Matt. 27 : 1). Jesus, whom ye slew, hanging him on a tree {Acts 5: 30). 1. “They would not come.” (1) Re- gardless of the Lord's grace; (2) Regardless of the gospel’s eall; (3) Regardless of the soul’s need, 2. “They made light of it, and went their ways.” (1) A wrong spirit ; (2) A wrong course.—{1} God's ways abandoned ; (2) Man's ways adopted, 3. “A man which had not on a wed. ding-garment,’’ (1) Assent to the call ; (2) Dissent from the conse- quences,—{1) The better refused ; {2) The worse retained. 11. PENALTY. 1.Present Panishment : He. ...destroyed those murderers, and burned their city (7). The people. .. . shall destroy the city and the sanetamey (Len. 9 : 26). Jerusalem beecoine heaps (Micah 3:0 | There I not be left here one stone upon another (Matt, 24 : 2), Sly them before me (Luke) 19 : 27). 11. Outer Darkness : Cast him out into the outer darkness (18). ; : The way of the wicked is as darkness be cast forth info the (Prov. 4 : 19). BONS... Matt, 8: 192), Cast ye out. ...Into the outer darkness outer rer whom the ackome of 1 reper A By to me, th 5:40). him to scorn 0 the Oh that... I might wesp day and nighs for the slain (Jer, 9 : 1,. There shall be the weeping and gnasi- ing of teeth (Malt. 24 : 51). There shall be the weeping. ... when vo see Abraham (Luke 13: 28), : He found no place of repentance (Heb 12: 17). 1. “He sent,....and desiroyed,.... and burned their city.”’ (1) The incensed King; (2) The burned city; (3) The destroyed culprits, . ‘Bind him, . ...and cast him ont.” (1) Condemned ; (2) Bound: (3) Ejected. (1) The judge; (2) The culprits ; (3) The executioners ; (4) The penalty. 3. "Many are called bet few chosen.” (1) The many called ; (2) The few chosen. —{1) The call; (2) The choice, LESSON BIBLE READING, EFIRITUAL YEASTING. Wisdom’s feast (Prov. 9 : 1.5). Solomon’s song of the feast (Cant 2:3. 4, The king’s marriage feast (Malt, 22 : 1-4). The great supper (Luks 14 : 16, 17). Bupping with the Lord (Rev. 3 : 20). The Lord's meat (John 4 : 31-34). The disciple’s meat (Rom. 14 : 17; John 6:53.58; 1Cor. 10:3 4). Meat for all (Isa. 25:6: 50 : 1, 2). Meat forever {Luke 22 : Tested by tasting (Psa } + 8) 9 &, 31. Gr - - ———— LESSON SURROUNDINGS, The present lesson follows immed. ately the twelfth lesson of the last quar- ter. This parable of the marriage feast is given by Matthew only; theugh a similar one is narrated by Luke (Luke 14 : 16-24), in a different connection at a somewhat earlier point in the history, The place and time are therefore the same as before: in the temple, on Tues day, the twelfth of Nisan {April 4, cording to Andrews, vear of Rome 7 —A. D, 30. Eh Still Looking for “Little Mame.” ac =} The wife of Michael Flanagan, a laborer, of No, 452 Warren-st., Brook- lyn, while rummaging through an old CHILD LOST! | ON SATURDAY, LA ———— OCTOBER NAMED MARY GAFFNEY Strayed or was stolen from her home, i No. 43 Talman-st., corner of Bridge-st, Brooklyn. She was of fair complexion, { had blue eves, light hair, and is four and one-half vears and wore a brown merino dress, and pink hood, | and answers to the name of “Mamy.”’ The child’s father is in the Army. She was ber mother’s only comfort, who is now inconsolable at her joss, It is | hoped that all charitable and humane | persons will interest themselves in en- deavoring to restore the |} broken-hearted mother. irookiyn, Nov. 5, 1864. Mrs, Flanagan, who is sixty oid, did nothing the rest of the day but cry. The lost child described in the | circular was her own and from October | 22, 1864, when she was last seen play- ing in the street in front of her home i nothing bad been ever heard of her. | The father never came back from the { army, being killed in one of the fights {| around Petersburg. His wife married again, Two other children that she | had have died and the old woman hopes | against hepe that the lost one will Le | found again. She says that she never | hears a knock on the door that her pulse does not quicken and she expects to | find “little Mamy” before her, “Little Mamy,” if still allve, would be about twenty-eight years old now. A CHILD 3 oll, st one to hes vears —— Remarkable Ignorance. Speaking of the Italian celony in | New York, Viola Roseboro says in the Cosmopolitan : The remarkable ignor- ance of America that they are able to maintain under such circumstances is illustrated by a fact that I have from Mr. Arrighi. He says that the indif- ference of his countrymen to the priv. ileges of naturalization arises chiefly from an idea they have that if they be- come citizens they are liable to be drafted into the army, that prospect being the bete noir of the peasantry throughout Europe. Here is one of the methods (of which be has a knowledge all too wide) by which the wilier and more experienced Italians impose on their countrymen. Tuey elect to act as middlemen between the charitable in. stitutions, particularly those that care for children, and their beneficiaries. For instance, a woman having several chil- dren, yaore than she can care for while earning their living, will be told by some man of her acquaintance that, for a certaid sum, say a dollar and a half a week, she can piace one of the children in an institution where it will be well provided for. She grasps eagerly at the prospect. He then goes to the es- tablishment, say the Five Points House of Industry, or the New York Juvenile Asylum, represents the woman as help- jessly poor and himself as acting in her behalf, and gets the child received free ; thereafter he, of course, goes on pocketing his dollar and a half a week indefinitely. So much of this has been done that most of the mstitutions now refer all Tialian applicants to Mr, Ar- righi, who investigates the canes, me —E————— dh i td Sparrows Wanted. The department at Waa eutturl an onder for 100 sparrows Mr. Hill, a as socal Busan. the “economic bureau,’ for “scientific purposes.” Within a little over a year Mr. Hill has caught about 44,000 sparrows, Too MUCK OF A GOOD THING. —
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