SOME LITTLE FOXES.
Among my tender vines [spy
A littie fox, named *Byand-By."
Then set upon him, quick, [say
Tha swift young hunter “Right away."
Around the tender vines plant
1 find the little fox, "I can't.”
Then fast as ever hunter ran,
Chase him with bold and brave “I ean.”
“No use in trying," lags and whines,
This fox among my tender vines,
Ther drive him low, and drive him high,
With that good hunter, named “1'1l try.”
Among the small vines in my lot
Creeps a young fox, “Oh, 1 forgot."
Then hunt him out and to his den.
With “I will not forget again.”
The little fox that's hidden there
Among my vines is * [don't care”
Then [et “I'm sorry,” hunter true,
Chase him afar {rom vines and you,
What mischief. making foxes, boys
Are these that steal our grapes and foys?
But, now the hunters’ names you know,
Just drive them out, and Keep them so.
— Godden Days,
a
OLD BULL FROG’S
CONCERT.
A short distance from the hollow oak
where lived the little white hen was a
huge pine log lying on the bank of
Beaver creek near the water's edge,
and on that log were two hundred and
twenty-five frogs all in a row. They
were Ole Bull Frog's nieces and
nephews, and the very best singers
among his numerous music pupils.
On a stump at the end of the log sat
Ole Bull Frog himself on a fine new
toad stool which he had borrowed from
one of his cousins for the occasion. All
of his distant relatives -the toads, the
tree-trogs in their silvery jackets,
brown and green rain-frogs, and a large
family of horned frogs from a Texas
prairie—came hopping along to atten i
this grand concert given in honor
the little white birthd«y.
Bulli Frog had to an immense
hen's
gone
and twig, while
boughs
ing on every leaf sus-
ended from the
Pe quite a dozen illuminating spiders
which resembled all ctric lights.
He Of ald oniy ge A» ew
spiders, because they are very rare as
well as poisonons.
Five hundred glow-worms volunteer-
ed to serve as f ] its, and arranged
themselves alor
the singers,
their very |
usher, and when
came in |
seats on the right in {
which was the pine |
the beavers; they sa
rele. Then the little
lookinz lovely in
and a pic]
ed by |
Crow, Bob W
Tom Tit. The
and and her company to
on the left, and
Mrs. Duck and a Mr. Drake
eome to live in that nei
The prairie dos came an
the little hen's feet.
“Oh, dear little hen, 1
your dogs; will they bite?”
Duck trembling.
“No, no [hey are very gentle, and
will often ¢ in and eat out of
same dish me,” said the little
hen.
‘of hk, how
Mra Duck.
“My dear little hen,” said a
old toad, “while I congratulate yon on
your birthday, I can’t help from f
jog ashamed of my prairie rela‘ion
“Why, they have not been drinking,
have they?” asked the hen.
“Ob, no; only water.
ashamed of them for |
as to have tails”
ale
O
i
est. r. Habbit acted
jurreis
1e 8
ront
y glage,
aer
in fr
her to
who had
hs
No
seals
introduced
ghbor
m
asked Mrs
h
ne
me
with
very nice,’
“
But
HOE 8
and can't help it,” said the little hen.
“All frogs have tails when they are
polly-wogs, bat drop them as soon as
they turn to frogs.
lations didn’t drop their tails when
they tarned from polly-wogs to frogs I
can't understand. And then they are
so much more knotty and bumpy than
we," complained the toad.
“I think their little horns are very
pretty,” said the hen.
the old toad. “1 wish it had been pos-
gible for them to
But I dare say they couldn't.
disten how that rabbit
how those squirrcls are chatting to the
beavers.”
While all the talk was going oa Ole
Bull Frog was tuning his fiddle. He
wow waved his fiddle-bow in the air
and shouted:
“Attention.”
The squirrels ceased their chattering,
the rabbit ceased his giggling, and the
beavers lifted their heads to listen,
The littie hen settled herself more com-
fortably in her seat and smoothed
down the folds of her lace mantle.
Jack Daw and Jim Crow whisperel to
her:
“What a jolly good thing 1t would be
for her and them if they could slip
footlights.”
Bat the little hen shook her head at
them and told them she had eaten sup-
per, and, besides, it would be treating
Ole Ball Frog with too much disre-
he was dome with Shem.
“My friends,” sail Prof. Ole Ball
Frog. “I am having this concert to
oelebrate the natal day of oar gentle
neighhor, the little white hen. You all
know how kind and lovable she is.”
Here the apolance was tremendon
and the little hen was so un
she hid her blushing face in her lace
handkerchief. Ole Bull Frog smiled
blandly, and thought he had betier
uot give her any more ‘“taffy” right
then, but wait until after the concert.
“I understand,” said he, “that Jim
Crow and Jack Daw would like to de-
prive me of my footlights,”
The squirrels and beavers hissed
80 he tumbled off lus seat backward
the glow-worms lifted their hogds an
pated with terror.
“But they will find,” he went on,
footlights aud all concerned in this
concert. I have only to signal ong or
two of my electric lights to make them
descoud on the heads of all offenders,”
The glow-worms laid their
down contentedly and blazed brilliant-
ly. Jack and Jim looked up at the
illaminating spiders and trembled,
“] will take,” continued, the pro-
fessor, *‘this occasion to present to you
a new settler in this community.”
He pointed to a melancholy rat with
a cropped ear and a bob tail, who was
leaning agninst the stump.
“My unfortunate friend has recently
lost a part of himself in a fight.”
The rat owed and squeaked:
“Yes, and if any of you cau and will
tell me where the villian lives I'll—I"ll
punch his eyes out.”
“What villian?” demanded the rab-
bit, jumping up and looking belliger-
aut.
“Tom,” the yellow eat,” replied the
rat. :
“0O—h, and you are going to punch
Tom's eyes out, are you? You, a lean,
half-starved, siab sided rat!”
“Order!” eailed ont Ole Bull Frog.
| “Mr. Rat is elitor of the Rattler, and
| must be respected. You must know
{ that a rat's tail is to a rat what a boy's
right hand is to a boy. With his tail a
rat carried provisions from storeroom
{ and pantry to his own domicile in the
| garret. When he wraps his tail around
ia ham bone and leaps from sill to sill
| over the garret floor the bone is bound
| to follow unless the tail comes off,
| which it never does, much tothe regret
| of the inmates of the house, He works
| at night instead of day—nct that he is
| ashamed of his business, bat becanse
| he is lesa liable to be interrupted. A
| rat without a tail is in a bad way to
{ make a living, and that why my
{ friend here gone into the news-
paper I hope yon will all
{ subseribe for the Rattler, He prom-
| 1808 to keep you posted on the Crops,
personal matters, society news, and to
make lucid remarks about the weather,
and have his paper fall of M
‘Chestunts!” screamed the rabbit
“You insolent scamp!" squeaked the
i rat.
“You
i rabbit,
“What 1
Bull Fr
18
has
business,
-
old humbug!” retorted the
meant to
“1 will
say,” said Ole
leave unsaid, and in
my remarks 1 will not
having made a little
| speech, for ro free born American ob-
jects to a stump speech.”
The lause was deafening.
“The concert will now began.
“Haigh t too,” remarked an old
gray-headed beaver getting sleepy.
“My pupils I divide into three
classes I'he seventy five here on the
ng
ap
"
me,
to do are 1
the felt, st
alert, are
sturals; the seventy-five on
wnding straight and looking
harps, snd the seventy-five
v
on see flatten them-
at
are flats
ier is a grand swell,
1 the rabint,
Ole Bull Frog smiled, shook his fid-
bow at him, and went on.
“Naturals will now sing, ‘Bury me not
cold gro sad.»
It was sung very sweetly and unaf-
selves to the log,
“And the teacl "
dl
“Flats sing, ‘Bury me not in the
L'hat, too, wad rendered very well,
“The sharps will now ‘pull down’ on
| ‘Green grow the r 18hie 8, 3"
This last song teok so well that it
might have been called for again, but
the audience seemed to be getting tired
snd sleepy.
“The concluding song,’ said the pro-
fessor, ‘‘was witten by one
| brightest pupils expressly for this se-
{ casion. 1 hope you may appreciate it,
This is what they sang:
#
Out in the eveni®y fogs
Arou the marshy bogt
sitting upon the logs,
Innumerable frogs
Will sing to polliwoes,
“Oft In the chilly night”
O1t 1: the ehilly night
The grass with dew |s wet:
Then frogeies sing.
And mrshes ring
Of course they do.
wl he res
You bet
life In the oid land yet’
rn the morning hogs.
Fleeing from the dogs
Across the mu ldy bogs,
Tumbling over logs,
Frightening the frogs
That sing to pelli wy
“Oft in the chilly night.”
Oft in the chilly night
The grass with dew is wet;
Then froggies sing
And marshessring—-
Of course they do. You bet
“There's life in the old land vet
[he audience stamped and shouted,
and it had to be sang again. Then an
old beaver arose and, thanking the
frogs for their music, said it was time
to go home
Just then it was noticed that the
frogs on the log were becoming excited
about something, and
began to shout; “Look out, look out,
look out,” and the natarals eried out in
a deep bas tone, ‘Danger, danger,
danger,” and the sharps soreamod,
Leap in, leap in, leap in,” and all the
frog+, with their teacher, turned a
somersault in the water,
“Sakeos alive," said the
‘‘what can be the matt r?"
“Why, there is something coming-
look yonder!” said Jim Orow,
“What in the world is it?" asked the
unirrels,
> “‘tSless my boots!” exclaimed the rab-
it.
“Sure enough-what is it?” repeated
the beavers,
“Looks like a ghost,” said Jack
! Daw.
“But it isn't,” said the rabbit. “It
is a tall white crane that eats frogs.”
“Yes, it is a orane, and nothing
more, ' said they all.
“But there is someth ng more,” said
‘the rabbit. “Look beyond the crane
and yon will see a dog cautiously creeps
ing after him. Now, dogs don't care
{for cranes, and there must be some-
{thing about that fellow that isn’t
right.”
The prairie dogs saw the crane, and
{mob up such a barking that the little
ow sot LY aiiwaey she went home and
i lool ersel! in and 3 through
! the key-hok, Pospad 8
“How-dy do,
| erane, coming up and not seeing
| a dog was snealine up behind him.
| *What sort of concert did
| and where is the little white Len?
little hen
“What is that to you, Mr, Crane,and
what have you come for?” demanded
the rabbit,
‘I'he dog crept nearer,
“I'll explain my business in a mo.
ment, my friend. Will not some of you
come and shake hands with me, or do
you wait for me to go and shake hands
with you?”
“No, Mr. Crane, we don't want to
shake hands with any such suspicious
character.”
At this the crane langhed. At the
same time the dog behind him gave a
bound and a yelp and grabbed the
crane by the neck, when ont popped a
fox from the erane’s skin and bounded
off ns fast as his legs could carry him.
“The mean ecamp,” said the rabbit,
“to disguise himself as a crane and
come here and fool us, so that he conld
grab the little hen or some of the rest
of us.”
“Yes,” said the dog, dropping the
erane’s skin; “‘Ismelt him inside of that
skin, and I thought I had him. The
next time he kills a erane and #kins it,
and gets inside the skin and goes
prancing around im the woods he'll find
Mr. Dog at his heels.”
“Oh. I do hope you w Il get him,
Mr. Dog. If you don't get him he'll
get us some day,” said Jim Crow,
“‘Maybe he wouldn't notice poor little
me," said Jack Daw.
“Indeed. Jack, he'd gobble yon up
at one mouthful,” said the rabbit.
“Now, my friends,” said the
you may sleep in peace to-night;
fox knows 1 am around, and he
not leave his den again soon
Ww
dog,
that
will
ers for a winter covering. I give it to
them because they were so kind to the
little white hen.”
“And what will you give the beavers
for building the hittle white hen
house to live in?” asked Jim Crow.
“Wait and see,” said the little dog,
and he ran a little way into the wood
his shoulders,
the beavers, it is full of sweet potas
toes and carrots and turnips and ground-
ORE,
The beavers were delighted, and went
squirrels carried the skin, with
eathers, to their home up the tree.
Jim Crow and Jack Daw flew
in the bright star light, and the
went home with the rabbit to
pipe and talk over th: affairs
country.
When all was ¢
locust,
of
till, and not
katvdid
forth Again
stump, turned his
little hen in
of cricket, or
{ heard, Ole Bull Frog came
| and, mounting a
| guitar and serenaded the
this romantic strain
THE CARE OF CARPETS
MATTING.
AND
If a carpet is wiped over now and
then with a flannel eloth wrung ont of
warm water and ammonia (a pail of
water and a tablespoonfal of ammonia),
| it will always look bright.
wiped dry with a clean cloth,
carpet has been well shaken, it il
clean and brighten it to wipe it over
with a flannel cloth dipped in high-
proof kerosene, and well wrung out,
will
hour: no matehes or fire should be al-
lowed in the room. Tea-leaves and
wet bran, sprinkled over a carpet before
sweeping it, are wonderfully cleansing;
but if the carpet is of delicate tints
either of these will staan it. If nk
spilled on a carpet, cover it immediate-
ly with blotting paper, and renew it as
soon as soiled A velvet carpet is
damp bran and brushing it off with a
stiff wery
Another plan for eleaning carpets af.
ter they have been beaten and laid
down again, is to wash them with
one pint of ox-gall to a full pail of warm
water. Soap a piece of flannel, dip it
in the pail and rub a small part of the
earpet; then dry with a clean cloth be.
fore moving to another spot.
laying earpeta have the boards scrubbed
with two parts of sand, the same of
soft-soap aod one part of lime water.
This will keep away 10seots.
To remove grease from carpets, cover
and pin a paper over it. Repeat the
process overy six honrs antil the grease
is dgawn out, brushing the old flour off
each time.
Matting 1s washed with salt and cold
water, and carefully dried. Hub the
| very dirty spots first with water and
{ corn-meal. If white matting has
turned to a bad color it ean be washed
over with a weak solution of soda,
which will tarn ita pale butter-yel-
low. Use a pint of salt to a gallon of
| water, Use a flannel cloth, not a
| brush.
f
— ——— ——
THE CIVIL WAR IN CHILL
From the meagre and confused ao-
counts which reach us it is impossible
to gain a clear idea of the general pro-
ing in Chili. Bat that is having most
disastrous effects on the country, caus-
| ing not only material damage but utter
| social disorganization is only too evi-
dent from the letters of English resi-
dents there. The Congressional party
and those spectators of the struggle
who sympathize with them are hopeful
of the issue, and the fact that the neigh
boring republie of Bolivia has formally
recognized the party as belligerent
plainly indicates a belief that the popu-
{ lar side has sufficient prospects of
{ nitimate success to make its friendship
| worth securinz. In the meantime, the
| Provisional Government representing
{the Uongress have issued a eirenlar
note to the Powers asking them to
recognize the Junta as a belligerent,
and to observe uentrality in the
| struggle which is now proceeding. Re-
| cent despatches from Valpar Tro.
| port a great naval victory for the in-
surgents at Chanaral. The batile was
: onal eruiser,
the *‘‘Magellanes,” and three torpedo
| boats belonging to the President's
.
—
“Almirante Condell,” and the ‘Bar.
geanto Aldea,” Although the eruiser
was under steam, her manwuvring
power was limited by the fact that she
was in the barbor, The torpedo boats
bows of the ‘“Magellanes,” so that her
heavy guns were useless, and she conld
only bring her forward batteries and
her right Hotehkiss gun to bear on her
assailants, The fight is reported to have
been a flerce one. The **SBargeanto
Aldea” was nearly blown to pieces, but
not before she had disabled the eruiser’s
forward battery. A torpedo fired from
the “Almirante Lynch” was making for
the “Magelianes’” bow when it was
diverted b
cannon ball, and finally struck abarque
causing her to sink 1p a few minutes,
The Government vessels wore at length
driven off. They had suffered heavily,
beth men and ships; the “*Magellanes”
| twenty-two killed; her forward por
battery was badly damaged,
of her gun carriages were destroyed,
and some of her rigging was
AWAY
Ths Unitedfstate cruiser Charleston
was sent in purruit of the tata,”
the Chilian cruiser
| the “FEtata” herself which
lin reaching Chili in safety
| standing the efforts made to capture her,
She has been delivered to
United States war vessels,
{ The “fF smeralda’ was
protect the fugitivelship, and it was
| feared that, rather than see it eaptured
she would go into aeclion with
“Charleston.” The latter is a
tially deck-protected cruiser of
tons displacement, carrying
| powerful breech-loading g
| tour smx-pounders sand
guns; the ‘Esmeralda’
| tected cruiser
i armament ¢
ae
L
gucceeded
DOW
JAr-
eight
én machine
is deck pro-
of 2.810 tons, and her
sts of eight breech
calibre, i
ana
fn
IK]
BOYET
| ing guns of heavy
g
tchied
been fairly ma
1 he Vise w of Valpar ABO
taken prior to the ree
i ment in which the
| destroyed by torpe«
ir A
#
HO
1
ie
—-——
BEAUTIFY THE HOME,
It is the duty of
nething
earth upon which we have
home.
A poor man, toiliog hard for
than re}
» Keep the
and green,
every one
embellishing
tran
#01 wards
freseranl
iTUgS
for the
plot
| fare, will be mors wid
janbor that is required
| before the r cle
| he will love
| rose bush which
| looking up
with gratitn
leaves and blushi
but the work of
{ there, and many a yes
the family with it
A man cannot lo
ng a better man ¢
. A child oa and wale
and watch with affection its swell-
| ing buds, wut becoming more gen-
| tle in character, more refined in
"ing, more docile in spirit.
Walter Scott, in one of his graphic
{ descriptions, represents a Seottish lord
riding by the humble hut of
| who is planting a tree before his door.
He commends him for his taste,
claiming: “When you have nothing
| better to do, Jock, be aye sticking out
a tree, Jock; "twill grow when youre
| asleep, Jock.”
There is no little philosophy
| declaration. You o pt a troe—g
{ that gentle nurturing which it mav for
| a short time need and it will ever af-
ter reward you with its and
shade.
You sleep, and it steadily sdvances
| in its growth to the perfection of bean-
ty. You go away for months, perhaps
Gao an
1
a
i
if
Ler
with
feel.
OL.
foliage
! dened by its fair proportions.
i Who will not give a few dollars more
| for a farmhouse, beneath the shade of
| whose ornamental trees his children
can play, or his cattle slumber in the
| noon-tide heat?
ful, well-shaded village, than on
bleak, sunburnt, unsightly plain.
| ness. He who makes his own home at-
| gon around him.
i benefactor.
home full of attractions. Let there
| once be formed in the heart an appre-
| giation of the beautiful, and the work
is done. Year after year, with no ad-
. be assuming new aspects of beanty.
| moral issues,
| tue, and he who makes home so pleasant
thet his children love it, that 1n all the
wanderings of sabsequent life they turn
guide their steps away from all hannts
of vice and to form in them a taste
for those joys which are most ennob-
ling.
He who persecutes a good man,
! makes war against himself and all man-
kind. Confucius,
a E —
MAMMA’S LESSON.
EATE LAWRENCE
You have taken the flower apart, dear,
And very learnedly fold
The name of each part, from root to tip,
From ealyx to erown of gn'd;
But say, d oo think my darling,
That all of those learned men,
Who have taugh' you to treat lovely flowers
“0,
Could put one together again?
You chased a butterfly. love, this morn,
1 was wat hing you at jou play,
You only braised it, and brushed the down
From its marvellous wings away:
But could any surgeon, my darling,
Rewet those deleate Timbs,
Or restore the beautiful, golden bloom
That you spoiled for your die whims?
¢ butlerfiy and the flower, dear,
er: only transient things
And flowers wili bloom, and butterfiles
SLi git upon » wages
Bot remember, + that the bloom of roth
Onoe brushed rofn a r pogb avay,
Oa fa
FOOD FOR THOUGHT,
a lie never stops to put on its hat.
Many good sawlogs have knots 0%
them.
People like to travel in cheerful com-
pany.
The only rea! giver is the cheerful
giver,
No wealth is real thw! can be
from us,
have to do.
No man can go straizht ahead
looks backward
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a
way.
None of as is infallible—not even the
youngest,
{
i
{
|
i
{
|
A SE,
HORSE NOTES,
if
a ess nine
~Sheridan 1s starting the horses a8
Bt. Paul,
There is a fine
Saratoga.
list of horses at
— Isaac Murphy is riding In his old
—Proctor Knott 18 in five stakes at
Baratoga.
—The stake for the Buffalo free-for-
— Prodigal, 2174, i3 the fastest new
2.80 trotter of the season.
—Indianapolis horsemen are
of a mile track,
agitat~
—Horace Brown. has gone to ltaly
some folus fa'thial.
ry Lo carry ourselves,
No one can suffer in any good cauge
Faith fears nothing.
are the best of friends,
The nimble dime soon wastes
A great many people get into theswim
There nev r was a man who was un-
willing to work to-morrow,
The poorest man on earth is the man
who has the fewest trials,
The flax must be broken
real strength can be known,
before its
I'here br ery clod, but it
it 80.
isa ICE in eV
3 y x
fakes a hot | to tell
r
a clumsy
It is betes Il a snake in
way than n
to Ki
LiL {4 ab ott
3 Lo Kil IL at all
Great vicl
those who figh
The man wii
knows will
shes.
Th
are Lhose
duty.
e only people wh iseontented
who are not doing their whoie
ng todo is lo g
¢ things that
Alswer
Many
lives to their tremend
i
flicultie
of
HE
There 18 no easy path leading ou!
1d few ave Lhe easy ones Lhat
13 i,
Thin
cons.der each
thers
will
dg 1 «
act
t may bs done i
thereby.
r humble
purpose
teed
BLED
reat
There 18 no On 80
but i ) A
d ennobled
All the while thou livest ill, thou Last
the trouble, distraction ven ences
(
yf life, but not the swee 1 true use
1, ine
{5 an
it.
True glory takes root, and even spreads,
11 false pretences, like flowers, fall to
the ground; nor can any counterfeit last
A flirtation is a smile to-day, a cry
to-morrow and a blush every day there.
after.
man who
he
The world never knew a
The firs: snow flake of winter how
significant—and the first white hair!
1.ife is a Jong course of mutual educa-
tion which ends but with the grave.
The prayers of a lover
perious than the menaces of the whole
world.
Above all things always speak the
truth: your word must be your bond
through life,
Lying Is the basis of all evil,
—There will be a fall meeting at
Homewood Park I'itisburg.
~The ch, 8. Alvin, 2.144, by Orpheus,
5 been added to John Splan’s stables,
R-year-son of Blue
254 re-
has
Omer, an 1
a pacing record of 2
<t
Alfred 8.
skeleton
— Hobert Bonner is having
—J. XI. Case, owner of Jay-Eye-See
seriously 111 at his home
Wis,
Maud 8, has m*t Angel three times
and Mr. bouner feels confident that she
will get with foal.
—The
lated
’ »
vain
skeleton of Electioneer 18 now
to be placed in
museum at Palo Alto,
1
and ready
the
—Sunol’s fastest mile so far
son is 2 21, but her quarter in
t she has her speed.
“A
“a
—43uy has plenty of speed th
but
§ Year,
st as unreliable as ever,
will on'y trot when he fer
—The fall meeting at B
will be held the week |
Poiat wee
hie and
is J
A ara
iB 80 GI18DOREG,
CA
lded six new
trotiers
a tolal
vel
» first quar
s wav,” is Ul
¢ Ozman, the
ie
{ Detr it
yugh
t £Y 1 ’
LO equal Lis
a
ce, alith
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) the gales of every Amer.
jon track would have been
10S ad.
— There was a double dead heat at
the C England, races recently
between Dissenter and Lodore, the one
y two starters, and then the purse was
divided.
-1n
Iongs, al
tr. Stlend
ariine,
a match race for $200, 4§ fur
Glouceste. G. C. Uray's ch.
e, 4, 105 pounds, beat Somer-
ir. g. Finauce, 6, 100 pounds.
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sel Stables 1
1ime—58
—The American trotter, Cash won a
race of 24 miles In France recently in
6 414 the rate of 2424), heating
Meteor, a Russian stallion, and ¥ilors,
a French mare.
— The announcement that the Mon-
mouth Park Association intends
reviving steeplechasing at Jerome
en
thusiasm among horsemen.
— Temple Bar's victory in the De-
troit £10000 Merchants and Manufao-
turers’ stake surprised a good many,
Prodigal was the favorite, and Abbie
wal
~—Omnly nine of the Directors of the
American Trt ing Register Associa
disappear.
Some people spend
worrying over the business Lhey left be-
hind them,
Justice is a little short-sighted,
haps but frequently has ai. eye to the
main chance, :
You just bring a couple
quarrels into your home and they'll
breed like sparrows,
It is so easy to fancy one’s self right
that selt-condemnation is about as scarce
as d odo’s eggs.
Doubt is brain fog and it sometimes
jence to disperse it,
She was regal, she was haughty, she
was highborn and distinguished; and,
like the rest of us, she was clay.
(31 sets the stars in the windows of
the night to cheer the belated world as
it rolls throagh the darkness,
The happiest man is he who, being
above the trouble which money brings,
has his hands the fullest of work.
(brief 18 not to be measured by the
tea = shed nor does the loudest mourn.
er always Geserve the largest commiser-
ation,
A man will wail ten years to gel even;
a woman wil forget that yoa offended
hes in ten minut 8
Every incomplele work is a mounment
to human folly, Whatever is worth be-
ginning Is worth completing.
Wh ever teaches false moral princi.
ples is an aggressor on the welfare of
society.
You cannot dream yourself into a
character; you must hammer and forge
yourself ont.
his was short of a quorum,
80 the by-'aws were not amended.
— Bowerman Brothers have purchas-
ed W, 1}, Cuaawford’s fine stock farm
near Lexington, Ky., paying $40,000
J. R. Megiue, the Cincinnati
brewer, is sail to be the Bowerman
—Iavid Wallace announces the re.
from the turf of his fast 20-
yeas -old road horse John, by Mambrino
10ad horse 1ace at Belmont
Course three times in succession.
— Jockey Britton is stil’ slowly on the
mend, both mentally and physicaily.
His mind wonders at times, however,
and then he is incoherent The doctors
assume to think his reason will be fully
restor ed ia due time,
~The catalogue of trolling stock
ow ned by George 1, Blair & Co., Ty.
rone. Blair county, Pa., contains the
pames of some very wel-bred animals,
Blair's Electioneer, Duke Medium and
Belmont Boy are the stallions, while
Suisun, record 2.184, is We leadMek
brood-mare,
The country is deluged with ree.
ing. Monmouth racing Assocation ab
Jerome and Mosris Parks; the Brighton
Beach Association, Garfield and Haw.
thorne Parks, Chicago: the Twin City
Jockey Club at St. Paul, Minn, Saree
toga racing Awsociation and Gloucester,
N. J., are all m full blast
«Matthew Riley, President of the
Drivieg Club, of New York, was une
fortunate in his effort to vat 2.10 with
the team Lynn W, and Clayion at Tes
troit recently, On the (rei trail they
went nloaly to the quarie: on 343, bat
Lynn W. soon broke, and they were
pulied up and tried again,
HH
This time
the mile was trol od In £47, Lona W.
making a losing break.