'S HUSKING PARTY. NEW ENGLAND BALLAD, BY DEXTER SMITH, sadows gleam the snow dritte the glances of the moon; o lane the snowbells jingle h glad, youthfal hearts in tune. the old barn's slanting rafters igh are piled the ears of corn, their sheaths of yellow velvet, Soon to be by deft hands torn. Softly beam the rays from lanterns Q'er the merry huskers hung; As they sit around the circle Jokes fly fast and songs sre sang, On a table near the haymow, With the whitest cover dressed, Pans of doughnuts—mugs of cider Wait the busy workers’ rest. O what happy shouts of laughter When the hand of lad or miss Barely a red ear discovers And the young man cla'ms a kiss! None are merrier than Huldah, Who from barn to house oft goes. She expects her ci'y cousin, He'll eclipse the country beaux. Now tho floor is cleared for dancing, And the fiddler, Gran'ther Poole, Loudly calls the changing figures, Mounted on a milking stool. Gracofully the gaests are bowing; Forward, backward, toe and heel, in the movements alternating, Tripping the Virginia reel. Talk of city hops and functions The Four Hundred's gilded yaro— They are dull beside the frolics Pure and sweet in Brown's old barn! Hark! Huldah's city guest arrives; With him comes a youth from Ireland Who to learn our manners strives. Thé bells aro sounding nearer, Huldah, beaming fresh, and rosy, Queen of beauty and of grace, Finds herself, cu introduction, In the stranger's firm embrace. She starts back in consternation, While the young man, blushing, toc Turning to her cousin, whispers, “That's what you told me to do!’ “Never!” says the city cousin, “You misund. rstood, ‘tis clear,” “But,” the Irish boy continues, “You said kiss the first red ear!” Then there came full explanations; Girls’ ears versus ears of corn; And the dancing and the feasting Lasted till the early morn. Huldsh, happy with her husband, In her heart holds winter dear And he, blessing Yankea customs, Neover sees the corn’s red ear That he does not wll remember One glad night in Cedartown, When hs saw the frightened glitter In the eyes of Huldah Brown. (UASTANA, THE BRIGAND. BY ALPHONSE DAUDET. L Misadventures? Well, if I were an author by profession 1 could make a pretty big book of the administrative | mishaps which befel me during the three vears | spent in Corsica as legal adviser to the French Prefecture. Here which will probably amuse you: I had just entered upon my duties at Ajaccio. One morning I was at the club, reading the papers which had just arrived from Paris, when the Prefect's man servant brought me a note, hastily | written in pencil: ‘Come at once; [| want you. We have got the brigand, | Quastana.” I uttered an exclamation of joy and went off as fast as [ could to the Prefecture. I must tell you, that under the Empire, the arrest of a Corsican ban ditto was looked upon a2 a brilliant ex. ploit, and meant promotion, especially | if you threw a certain dash of romance | about it in your official report, Unfortunately brigands had become | scarce. The people were getting more civilized and the vendetta was dying out. | If by chance a man did kill another in a | row, or do something which made it ad- | visable for him to keep clear of the po- i lice, he generally bolted to Bardivia in- | stead of turning brigand. This was not | to our liking; for no brigand, no promo- tion, However, our Prefect had suc- ceeded in finding one; he was an old | rascal, Quusiana by name, who, to] avenge the murder of his brother, had | killed, goodness knows how many people. | He had been pursued with vigor, but had | escaped, and after a time the hue and ery | had subsided and he had been forgotten. Fifteen years had passed, and the man | hiad lived in seclusion, but our Prefect, | having heard of the affair and obtained | a clew to his whereabouts, endeavored to | capture him with no more success than | his predecessor. We were beginning to despair of our promotion; you can, therefore, imagine how pleased I was to receive the uote from my chief, I found him in his study talking very confidently to a man of the true Corsician peasant type, ““This is Quastana's cousin,” said the Prefect tome, in a low toue, ‘He lives in the little village of Solenzara, just above Porto- Vecchio, and the brigand pays him a visit every Sunday evening to Pa £’ game of scopa. Now, it seems that these two had some words the other Sun: day, and this fellow is determined to have revenge; so he proposes to hand his cousin over to justice, and, between you me, 1 believe he means it, But, as I want to make the ure myself, and in as brilliant a manner as possible, it is advis- able to take precautions in order not to expose the Governmment to ridicule. That's what I want you for. You are quite a stranger in the country, and no- body knows you; I want you to go and see for certain if it really is Quastana who to this man’s house.” “But I have neverseen this Quastana,” 1 - Mj chief pulled out his pocketbook and drew forth a photograph much the worse is one rascal had the cheek to have his portrait tuken last year at Porto-Vecchio,” While we were looking at the photo the peasant drew near and I saw his eyes flash vengefully; but the look quickly vanished and his face assumed its usual ! stolid appearance, “ Are you not afraid that the presence | of a stranger will frighten your cousin | and make him stay away on the following Sunday?” we asked, “ No!" replied the man. * He is too | fond of cards. Besides, there are many | new faces about here now on account of the shooting. I'll say that this gentle. man hus come for me to show him where the game is to be found.” Thereupon we made an appointment for the next Sunday, and the fellow walked off without the least conpunction for his dirty trick. When he was gone the Prefect impressed upon me the ne- cessity for keeping the matter very quiet, | breause he intended that nobody else should share the credit of the capture, I assured him that [ would not breathe a word, thanked him for his kindness in asking me to ussist him, and we sepa- rated to go to our work and dream of promotion. The next morning I set oat in full shooting costume, and took the couch | which Eo the journey from Ajaccio to Bastia. For those who love nature there is no better ride in the world, but I was too busy with my easties in the air to | notice any of the beauties of the land- | scape. At Bonifacio we stopped for dinner, When I got in the coach again, just a little elevated by the contents of un good sized bottle, I found that I had a fresh traveling companion, who had taken a seat next to me. He was an official at Bastia, and I had already met him: a man about my own age, and a native of Paris like myself. A decent sort al fellow, You are probably aware that the Ad ministration, as represented by the Pre- | fect, ete., and the magistrature never got on well together; in Corsica it is worse than elsewhere, The seat of the admin- istration is at Ajaccio, that of the magis of But when you | are a long way from home aud mect some one from vour native place, you for- get all clee, and talk of the old coun- try "We were fast friends in less than no time, and were consoling each other for strict confidence, | back to Fravce to take up some good post as a reward for my shame in the capture of Quastans, whom we hoped to arrest at his cousin's house one Sunday evening. When my companion got off at Porto-Veechio, we felt as I arrived at Solenzara between four and The place is populated io winter by workmen, fishermen and cus in sumiper every one who can shifts his quarters up in the moun- The village, I I entered a small inn and had some thing to eat while waiting for Matteo appearance; the innkeeper began at me suspiciously and I felt uncomfortable At last there ered, + He has come to my house,” he said, raising his hat. “ Will you follow me there!” We went outside. It was very dark and windy; we stumbled along a stony path for about three miles—a narrow path, full of small stones and overgrown with luxuriant vegetation, which pre- vented us from going quickly. “That's my house,” said Matteo, pointing amoung the bushes to a light which was flickering at a short distance from us, A minute later we were confronted by | a big dog, who barked furiously at ns. One would have imagined that he meant | to stop us going farther along the road. “Here, Bruccio, Bruccin!” cried my then, leaning toward me, he said : Quastana’s dog. A ferocious He has no equal for keeping | Turning to the dog again, he : look “That's animal, watch.” low~~do you take us for policemen?” The enormous animal quieted down and came and sniffed around our legs. It was a splendid Newfoundland dog, with a thick, white, wooly coat, which had obtained for him the name of Brae- cio (white cheese). He ran out in front of us to the house—na kind of stone nut, | with a large hole in the roof, which did duty for both chimney and window, i In the centre of the room stood a rough | table, around which were several ‘seats’ made of portions of trunks of trees, hacked into shape with a chopper. A torch stuck in a piece of wood gave a | flickering light, around which flew a At the table sat a man who looked like an Indizn or Provincial fishermen, with | a shrewd, sunburnt, clean shaven face. | He was leaning over a pack of cards and in a cloud of tobacco smoke. “Cousin Quastana,” said Matteo as we went in, ** this is a gentleman whe is go- ing a shooting with me in the morning. He will sleep here to-night, so as to be close to the spot in good time to- morrow,” When you have been an outlaw and had to fly for yourglife you look with suspicion wu a stranger. Quastana or me sraight in the eyes, for na second ; then, apparently satisfied, he saluted me and took no further notice of me. Two minutes later the cousins were absorbed in A fame of scops. It is astonishing whata mania for card playing existed in Corsica at that time, and it y the same now, The clubs and cafes were watched by the po- lice, for the young men ruined them. selves “a Suk houlliots, In the vil t was same ; nts ge for a game at cards, abd When they had no money they played for their Piges, knives, sheep-—-any ng. watched the two men with great in- terest as they sat opposite each other si- lently playing the game. They watched each s movements, the cards either faced downward upon the table or care- fully held so that the not ostch a glin | for wear, : 3 “Here you are!” he exslaimed. “The without losing sight of the other player's face. | was especially interested in watching Quastana, The photograph was a very good one, but it could not repro- dunce the sunburnt face, the vivacity and agility of movement, surorising in aman peculiar to those who spend most of their time in solitude, Between two acd three hours usted In this way, and I had some difficulty in keeping awake in the stufly air of the hut and the long stretches of silence broken only by an occasional exclama- tion: “Seventeen!” “Eighteen!” From time to time I was aroused by a heavy gust of wind, or a dispute between the players, Suddenly there was a savage bark fron Brucelo, like a ery of alarm. We all and seizing his gun, With an exclma- tion of rage he darted out of the door again and was gone, Matteo and I were looking at one nn- other in surprise, when a dozen armed men entered and called upon us to sur- render. And in leas time than it takes aud prisoners, In vain I tried to make the gendarmes understand who I was; “That's all right; you will have an opportunity to Bastin.” They dragged us to our feet and drove us out with the butt ends of their car- Handcuffed, and pushed about by one and another, we reached the bot tom of the slope, where a prison van was waitin for us—a vile box, without ventilation and full of vermin--into which we were thrown and driven to Bastia, escorted by gendarmes with drawn swords, A nice position for a Government offi cial! It was broad dayliz ht when we reached Bastia. The Public Prosecutor, the col onel of gendarmes, and the governor of the prison were impatiently awaiting us, more astonished than the corporal in charge of the escort, as, with a triumphant smile, he led me to these gentlemen, and saw them hurry “What! Is it you!” exclaimed the ‘Have these idiots But how did it the meaning of of really arrested vou? come about-—what is i" Explanations followed. On the prev- ious day the Public Prosecutor had re ceived a telegram from Porto- Vecchio, informing him of the presence of Quas details as to where and when he could be The vpame of Porto-Viechio opened my eyes; it was that traveling companions of mine who had played me this shabby trick! He wasthe Pros ecutor's deputy “But, my dear xir,” said the Public Prosecutor, “whoever would have ex pected to see you in shooting costume in the house of the brigand’s cousin We have given you rather a bad time of it, but [ know vou will not hear malice, and you will prove it by coming to breakfast with me.” Then turning to the corporal, and pointing to Matteo, he said :— “Take t away: we will deal with him found this iellow in the morning The unfortunate Matteo remained dumb with fright: he looked appeal ingly al me, and I, of course, could not do otherwise than explain matters, Tak ing the Prosecutor on one side | told him that Matteo was really assisting the Pre but as | told him all about the matter his face as sumed a hard, judicial expression. “I am sorry for the Prefecture” said: but [ have QQuastasa’s cousin and I won't let him He will be tried with some peasants, who are of having supplied the brigand with pro Visious, “Bat | repeat that this man is really in the service of the Prefecture,” 1 pro he rey ROC1I% d for the laugh “So much the anid he worse with a am concern it. There is only one brigand in Corscia, and you want to take him! He's my game, | The Prefect knows that, vet Now 1 will pay Matteo shall be tried ; he will, of the Prefecture who shooting.” Well, he kept his word, We bad to appear on behalf of Matteo, and we had I was the laughing stock of the place. Matteo of use to us, because Quastana was fore. warned. He had to quit the country. As to Quastans, he was never caught, He knew the country, and every peasant was ecretly ready to assist him; and al- though the soldiers and gendarmes tried their best to take him, they could not was still at liberty, and I never heard anything about his capture since. [The Strand Magazine. A Fish That Could Talk. A vatural curiosity captured on the coast of Africa on May Oth, 1854, by Signor Cavana and exhibited in all the great cities of Europe duging the years 1839. 1890, 1861 and 1862, where it was advertised as the “Talking Fi:h,” wae, in reality, a species of the African seal well known to naturalists on account «f ita wonderful powers of mimicry, This rticular animal was about twelve feot n length and weighed something over 800 pounds, It had a fine dog-like head and large beautiful black eyes, which seemed to » le with intelligence whenever the creature was spoken to by anyone, It was very docile, and, when told ts dance, would roll over and over in its bathtub, with first tail and then head above the Ts the time chat. tering as though y as the ol a hy much It soon ed REV. DR. TALMAGE The Eminent Brooklyn Divine's Sun. day Sermon. Chieage, 111.) CT TEXT: “Astor me and my house, we will serve the Lord," —Joshua xxiv., 15, Absurd, Joshua! You will have no time for family religion; you are a military i character, and your time will be taken up | with affairs connected with the army, vou { are a statesman, and your time will be {| taken up with public affairs; you are the { Washington, the Wellington, ths McMahon | of the Israelitish host; you will have a great | many questions to settle; you will have no { time tor religion. But Joshua, with the | same voice with which he commanded the sun and moon to halt and stack arms of i lignt on the parade ground of ths heavens, | says, “As for me and my house, we will | serve the Lord Before we adopt the resolution of this old | soidier we want to be certain it is a wise | resolution, If religion is going to put my | piano out of tune, and clog the feet of the | children racing through the hall, and sour | the bread, and put crape on the doorbell, I | donot want it in my house. I once gave #9 | to bear Jenny Lind warble, I have never | given a cent to bear any one groan, Will | thus religion spoken of in my text do any- | thing for the dining ball, for the nursery, | for the parlor for the sleeping apartment? i Itis us great de | easier to invite a dis i agreeable guest than to get rid of him, If i you do not waat religion, you had be’ ter not | ek it to come, for alter coming It may stay | a great while, Isanc Watts went to vimt | Bt. Thomas and Lady Abney at their place | in Theobald an! was to stay a week and staid ! th'rty-five years, and if religion once gets | inw Tour household the probability is it will | stay there forever, | Now, the question I want to discuss is ! What will religion do for the household? i OCuestion the first, What did it do for your { father's bouse if you were brought up in a | Christian home? That whole scene has vanished, but it comes back to-day. The bour for morning | prayers came. You were invited in, Bome- what fidgety, you sat and listened, Your father made no pretention tr rhetorical reading, and be just went through the chap. i ter in a plain, straightforward way, Then , you all knelt, It was about the same prayer | morning by morning and night by night, | for he bad the same sins to ask pardon lor, and be bad the same blessings, for which to be grateful day alter day and year after year, The prayer was longer than you would like to have had it, for the games at ball was waiting, or the skates were lying under the shed, or the schoolbooks needed one or two more looking at the lessons. Your parents, somewhat rheumatic and stiffened with age, found it difficult to rise from their kneeling, The chair at which they knelt is gone, the Bible out of which they read has perhaps fallen to pieces, the parents are gone, the chiliren scattered north, east, south snd wot, bot that whole soanc flssh-s upun your memory to-day. Was that morning and evening exosreiss in Jou father’s bouss debasing or elevating? # it not among the most sscred raminis cences? You were not as devotional as some of the cider members of your father's house who were kneeling with you at the time, and you did not bow your head ss closely as they did, and you looked around and you saw just the posture your father and mother sesumod while they worse kneeling on the floor. The whole scene is so photographed on your memory that if you were an artist you could draw it now just ss they knelt, For bow much would you have that scene obliterated from your memory? [t ail comes back to-day, sod you are in the homestead again. Father is there, mother is there, ali of you children are thers, It is the same ald prayer, opening with toe same petition, closing with the same thanksgiving, The family prayers of 1540.50 as fresh in your day. ‘The tear that starts from your aye melts ali that scene, Gone, is it? Why, many a time it bas held Jou steady in the struggle of life. You once started for a place, and that memory jerked you back, and you could not enter. The broken prayer of your father has hal Shakespeare and Milton and Tenuyson and | Dante, sCToss seas, Xou never for a moment got out of sight of that domestic altar. Oh, my friends, is it your opinion this morning that {the 10 or 15 minutes subsiracted omy or a waste of time bousshold? in 1 think some of was in our father's house would be a very appropriate religion {or our homes, If fam- our household, “Is God dead?” said a child to her father, “Nao” he replied. “Why do you ask that?” “Well” she said, ‘when mnt was dviag, we baven't had family prayers, and I didn't i know but that Goi was dead too.” | that is launched in the morning with family | prayers is well launched. Breakfast over, she family scatter, soms to scnoo’, some to | bousshold duties, some to business. During | the day there will be a thousand perils : abroad--perils of the strest car, of the soaf. folding, of the nugoverned horse, of the mis. step, of the aroused temper, of multitudin | ous tsmptations to do wrong. Somewhere between 7 o'clock in the morn. ing and 10 o'clock at night there may bea moment when you will be in urgent ol God. Besides that, family prayers will ba a secular advantage, A father went into the | war to serve his country. His ehildren | stayed and cultivated the farm, His wile rs wl One of 24S Suny uid, Slee i “Fat ting, aud we are ing, » mother het YAR" sald some ooe, | “praying and og and fighting will bring us out of our national troubles, We may pray in th? morning, “Give us | this day our daily bread,” and si down in fdlences and starve to deata; bub prayer and hard work will give a iiveilhood to an family, Family religion pays for both | worlds, us have an altar in eaca one of | our households, You may not be able to Then there are Philip and there are MeDuff's circle, “Oh,” says some man, *‘I don't feel my bousshold in oom . mother was baugnty aad Sanion, ee uesnd That yr their children, Walter Scott's mother was fond of y Lt would me a Christian in the army, and | was resolved not to go home antl 1 eonld answer her first question.” Oa, the almost omnipotent power of the mother! But if both the father aud the mother bs right, thon the childron are almost sure to be right. The young people may make a wide curve from the straight path, but they are aunost sure to come back to the right road, i it may not ba until the death of one of the parents, How often it is that we heir some one say, “Ob, he was a wild young msn, but since his father's death he has Ro Aiffor- ent!” The fact is that the father's coffin or or the mother's coffin is often the altar of repentance for the child, Oh, that was a stupendous day, the day of father's burial, It was not the officiating clergyman who made the chief impression, nor the sympa- thizing mourners, It was the father aslosp in the casket, The bands that had toiled for that house. hold so long, foided. The brain cooled off after twenty or SOFLY Jeary of anxiety about how to put that family in right position. The lips closed after so many years of good advice. There are more tears falling in mother's graves than in father's grave, but over the father’s tomb | think thers fs a kind of awe. It is at that marble pillar many a young man has been revolutionized, Ob, young man with cheeses flushed with dissipation! how long is it since yeu have been out to your father's grave! Will you not go this week? Porhaps the storms of the last ew days may have bent the headstone until it leans far over. You had better go out and see whether the lettering has been defaced. You had better go out and ses whether the gate of the lot is closed. You had better go and sse if you cannot find a sermon in the springing grass. Ob, young map, go out this wee and see your father's grave! Religion did so much for our Christian an- front door, not through the back door. In other words, do not jet is smuggle it in. There are a great many families who want poay outside to know it, mortified to death if you caught them at their family prayers. in the worship for fear the neighbors would hear them. they have company, ‘I hey do not know much about the nobilicy of the western trapper. A traveler going along was overtaken by night and a storm, but he did not dare 10 venture on into pight in the storm. of the household. After awhile tho father, the western trapper, came in, gun on shoulder, and when the traveler looked at bim he was still more affrighted. After awhile the family were whispering together in one corner of the room, and the traveler thought to himself: “Ob! pow my time bas come; | wish I was out in the storm and In the night rather than here.” But the swarthy man came up to him and seid: “Sir, we are a rough peo- ple; we get our living by busting, and we are the ing a little out of ths Bible and having custom to-night, and if you don't believe in that kind of thing if you will just step out- | side the door for a little while | will be much obliged to you.” Oh! thers are many Christian parents who bave not half the courage of that | western trapper, They do not want their religion projecting too conspicuously. They would Hike $0 have it near by #0 as $0 call on | it in case of a funeral, but as to having it | dominant in the household fro:e the 1st of January, 7 o'clock a, m,, 10 the Slst of De camoer, 10 o'clock p. m., they do not want it. Toey would rather lie and have their families perish with them than to ory out in the bold words of the soldier in my vex “As for me and my bouse, we will serve | the Lord.” There was, in my ancsstral line, an inci- i dent so stracgoly impressive that it seems more like romance than reality. It has | | sometimes Deon so inaccurately put forth that | 1 now give you the true incident. My grand- | iather and grandmother, ville, N. J., went to Baskinridge to witness a revival under the ministry of the Rev, Dr, | Finley. They came nome »o impressed with | woat they had seen that they resolved oa ! the saivation of their children. be young people of the house wers to go | off for an evening party, ssa my grand. mother sad: “Now, when you are all ready for the party, come to my room, for I have some- {thing very important to teil you" Al ready for departure, they came to her room, | and she said to them, “Now, | want you to remember, while you are away tis even. { ingg. that { am all the time in this room praying for your salvation. and I saall not csase praying until you get back” The young pecpie went to the party, but amid the loadest hilarities of the night they could wot forget that their mother was praying passed. The neg day my granlparsats Land an watery in an adjoining room, and they went salvation of the gospsl, The daughter told i them that her brothers wer: at the bars | and at the wagon viction of sin. They went to the barn, | They found my Uncle Jeniab, who alter- | ward became a minister of the gospel, cory- | ing to God for mercy. They went to tae | wagon house, They tound their soa David, who afterward beoame my father, implor. | ing God's and mercy. Balorea great | while the whole family were saved, and Maced, story Christian, {from her own livs—~my mother's—{ have re- osived the incident. family to family until the whole whelmed with raligious awakeniog, at Somerville over 200 souls stood up to tess the faith of the gospel of this wosne from | children, and for man she met three other pray for the salvation of their families, were saved —mvsslf, There wore 12 of us rem. 1 trace the that hour w make te riaard of there is a baauty, and suolimity in family There ars but four or 4 family Bible that [ od illustrated a Bible 1 are, Hava family Bible, It will go down, from generation to generation, full of holy memories, A hundred years after you are dend it will be a benediction to those who come after you, Other books, worn out or fallen apart, will be flung to the garret or the collar, but this will bs inviolate, and it will bes your protest for centuries against fniduity and in behalf of righteousness, Oh, when we ses what family religion did for our father's household, do we not want it to come into the dinlag-room to break the bread, into the nursery to bless the you into the parlor to purity the socialities, in the library to contro! the reading, into the bedroom to hallow the slumber, into the ball to watch our going out and our coming fn? Aye, there are hundreds of voices in this house ready to cry out: “Yes! Yes! As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” There are two arms to this subject. The one arm puts its hand on all parents, It says to them: “Don't interfere with your children’s welfare, don't interferes with their eternal happiness, don’t you by anything you do put out your foot and trip them inio ruin, Btart them under the shelter, the in. surance, the everiasting help of Christian parentage. Catechisms will nol have them, though catechisms sre good. The rod will! not save them, though the rol may be neces. sary. Lessons of virtus will not save them, though they are very important. Becoming’ a through and through, up and down, ous! and out Christian yourself will make them Christians.” The other arm of this subject puts its hand upon those who had a pious bringing up, but who as yet bave disappointed the expectations excited in regard to them, I said that children brought up in Christian households, though they might make a wide curve, were very apt to come back to Have you not been enough, and is it not most time for you to begin to curve in? “Ob” you say, ‘they were too rigid” Well now, my brother, I think you have a pretty good character considering what you Do mot boast too or brought you up. Might it not be ible that you would be an exception to the gen- eral rule laid down, and that you might spend your eternity in a different world from that in which your parents are spend- ing theirs? i feel auxious about you; you feel anxious path, If your parents prayed for you twios would make 20,000 prayers Think of them! By the memory of the cradle in wh your childhood was rocked with the 1 that long ago ceassd to move, by the crib in which your own children siumber night by for you. two graves in which sleep those two oid charge of your duty. Though parents may in covenant be And have their heavet in view, They are not eppy tii they see Their children happy 100. Oh, you d Christian ancestry, {mwers and mothers in glory, bend from the skies to-day and give pew emphasis to what you told us on esrth with many tears aod; blissul side, for to-day, in the of | earth and heaven ani hell, and by the nip i of the cross and amid overwheiming i gracious memories, we resolve, each one for himself, “As for me and my house we will Civilization Brinzs Short Sight. The subject of shortsightedness in animals was under considerstion at a meeting of the Paris Academy of Medi- cine, when M. Motals, of Angers, main- tained that this defect in vision is one of the products of civilization. An unex- pected proot of this view was found in the condition of wild beasts, as tigers, lions, ete. M. Motals, having examined their eyes by means of the ophthalmo- scope, discovered that those captured after the age of six or eight months re- age, and those born in a state of captiv- ity, were short-sighted. Some time since a case was published of a horse in The symptoms that the horse was shortsighted, got an They were made to fasten firmly into the headstail, so that tion to his harness, but he soon got ‘If fact,” said the owner to a Brook to pasture he felt uneasy snd uncomfort. sole without his goggles, and one Sun- whinnied so plaintively that I put the headstall and goggles on him, and he vas so glad that he rubbed my shoulder with hus nose.” It is thought that the pets suffer from short sight, recogaize with whose at the recognizing them. Dogs bave been es in the same great benefits from them. — New Why He Didn't Tell Him.
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