——————————————— WHAT SEED SHALL WE SOW? A wonderful thing is a seed The one thing deathless forever; The one thing changeless—utterly true, Forever old and forever new, And fickle and faithless never, lant blessings, blessings will bloom; lant hate, and hate will grow; You can sow today, tomorrow bring blogsun thing Is the seed, the seed that you sow. Right Man In the Wrong Place. “Who is that pretty young girl you just bowed to?" said Capt. Bigg to his friend John Arminger. “Well, she's a girl acquaintance began markable way. You est Stackpoole girl?” “I remember poole—Freddy but I should never a girl! And what possible connec has she with your charming friend? ‘A very close one, as 1 will tell you if you keep quiet and give head. You have that to the surprise & friends, Freddy Staci gaged last Herford, worth rather ancient, the Stackpooles will that proves what sort of Th whom my re- with rather : 0 a ha wal the w iream of calling 10 me not heard came en- spring fellow to the same co same pack of hou letter of congratulation rop—I1 heard afterward . nd accepted ding, which wa Paul's, Knight half past two o'clock “But this is nrotested an invite t 3 to take place at erday, at ridge, yes ll beside the qu Capt. Bigg “It is it's I arrived rammed, and prised, I must con energetic reoathlesas. asked: groom? ‘ ‘Bride.’ *“ ‘Here he shove an old gent! and wh hlad i Ww Ove BTN ny ¢ are aware fatal passio here was a tempta to east, So 1 tion 1 was pow: rless AnsSwe I ca an ll-known red think point you charac- yon," plied 3 ma to nk grandfa and I very rarely Now, who is that woman in yellow, with the gold spikes in her bonnet?” “Oh, that" 1 promptly 3 the Queen of the Sandwich Islands he ig over here incog at present—just to her dressmaker,’ ‘Dear me! Why I always thought Mother Nature was her modiste,’ said the old man, with twinkling eyes “*Oh, no, she is civilized wears shoes and stockings, and rarely touches raw meat, pray, why did sh ceremony with her presence?” country 1 4 ¢ London stout, very i ot