Kemcmbranoe. I W romomtininco of Tmtth • -All MM Ith * weary pilgrimage An through the world ho weml* ; On evnry t*go from youth to ago Still discontent attends: With heaviuass ho casta hi* cvu Upon the road before, And atill remembers with a sigh The days that aro no more. To school tho littlo exile goes, Torn from hi* mother's arm* What then shalljMiotho his earliest woes; When novelty hath lost its charms ? Oondemn'd to sulTer through tho ilay Restraints which no reward* repay, And cat es whoro love has no concern, Uo|)o lengthens as she counts tho hours lloforo his wish'd return. from hard control and tyrant rules, Tho unfeeling discipline of schools, In thought ho lovos to roam. And tears will strugglo in his cyo Whilo he remetnlwirs with a sigh The comforts of his homo. Tenth comes ; the toils and cares of llfu Torment tho restless mind ; Where shall tho tired and harasa'd heart Its consolation tlnd ? Then is not Youth, as Fancy tells, I.ifo's summer prune of Joy ? Ah no I for hopes too long delay'd And feelings blasted or betray'd, Its fablod bliss destroy ; And Youth remembers with a sigh The careless days of Infancy. Maturer Manhood now arrivon. And other thoughts cotuo on, But with tho bsaclo-s hopes of Youth Its generous warmth is gone ; Cold calculating cares succeed, Tho timid thought, tho wary deed, Tho dull rcalitiea of truth ; Back on the past he turns his eye, Remembering with an envious sigh Tho happy dreams of Youth. 80 reaches he the latter slags Of this our mortal pilgrimage. With fecbl step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await, And old Experience learns too lata That all is Tanity below. Life's vain delusions aro gone by ; Its idle hope* are o'er; Tot Age remembera with a sigh The daya that are no more. —llobtrt Southey. CHOOSING A PARTNER. There were two things patent con eerning Miss Mary Dnnlap—one that ■he was an exceedingly pretty girl; the other, that sho was as arrant a coquette as ever bewitched a man. Bho had hair whose loose locks gilded a white foro head, but whose heavy masses glistened like fawn-tinted satin; she had great black-lashed blue eyes, with an en chanting way of glancing under their down-dropping fringes; her teeth were j as even as the kernels of milk corn; her features dne as if chiseled in ivory; her dimples, her smile, the rose and white of her skin, w.re lovely and inno cent as any baby's; and the depth of her guile there was no fathoming. Not that it was very guilty guile; it was but a trivial sort after all. It consisted only in making herself charming, and there were even those who said she couldn't help it if she would. She felt an interest in everybody; feeling it, she showed it; and if people chose to think it meant more than it did that was their fault and not hers. And there was no earthly reason, they said, why Mr. Pop isonshouldsuppose, when half tbelovely women of an older generation had re fused his hand, that this spoiled dar ling meant anything but commis eration by her tender looks of sympathy as he told his griefs after bringing her great bunches of rod roses at thirty cents apiece. The fact was it pleased her that Mr. Fopifon, who had once admired her tyrannical younger aunts, should now admire her. Then it did no barm to have Jamrs McArtbur see that aho could step into a pair of sumptuous ■hoes, and cross the threshold of the splendid old Popison mansion over the river; and time fle* but slowly, and the affair amused her; and it wouldn't hurt poor Mr. Popison, who was used to that sort of thing. It was a gay house, the Dnnlap. All the family elements combined there. There were two grandmothers, a mother and father, aunts on troth sides, two or three coaains, and Mary Dunlap and her sisters, and friends and lovers going and coming; and the time was be*vy to no oce but Mary, and might not have been to her bad James McAr thur had the wit to see what some oth er* thought they saw. But James MoArthur, a handsome, high stepping fellow, with * good busi ness and some ambition, bad his eyes sufficiently wide open. Mary Dnnlap had touched his heart as deeply as he dared to let Ler, for he hesitated about marrying for love when he might marry for love and money too, and Mary would have little money ; and he heeitated, too, about marrying a girl with whom •verybody else was in love. "A coquette," said the wise young Mo Arthur, "gives her husband little peace;" and he had different visions. Nevertheless the girl oould not brush htm with her garment without sending thrills through him, and he bad only to look that way in clinrah and HOC tho rosy edge of her velvet cheek beyond the pillar to foel tho color surge all I over his own face, and thesnddou Bound of her voioo would at any time make his heart ooaso boating for tho fraction of a second. Still ho hesitated. Not no Mr. Popison. lie know what ho wanted, and ho meant to I avc it. It istrno that he had thought so in moro than one instance before, but that, ho said, was in his green and callow days; and if his hand had boon refused, he wart glad of it, as that left it free to of for Mary Dnnlap. He had known Mary Dnnlap since she was a baby; had given her her first gibraltars and her last butter-scotches ; sho had spent his pennies and sat on his knee, had combed his hair with her tiny fingers, and kissed his month with hor sweet innocent lij-s ; he had boon her confi dant, and had known overy thought her pure heart; and then sho had gono away to Hcliool, had spent a winter in New York society, and had como back so gay and brilliant a heart-breaker that ho found himself tho victim of a passion of which all his other flames tndbecn mockeries. Ho, past forty-five, to hope for tho love of a girl of twenty ! Yet, hopeless or not, he hovered ronnd her like a moth, and found James McArthnr jnst enough in his way to hinder urging his point. Or was it Mary Dnnlap herself who hindered it—Mary Dunlap, nnablo to decido whether sho preferred James McArthnr, with his bold black eyes, his proud comeliness and splendid youth, or Mr. Popison, jnst beginning to bo bald, with his half-million of money. Once, when sho heard James McArthnr reproach a servant who had delayed with a noto of hers, sho thought Mr. Popison's indulgent kindness was some thing desirably restful. On the other hand, when sho looked at James Mc- Arthur's dark dazxlsof beauty, tho daily sight of so plain a face as Mr. Popison's seemed a sorry fato—and Popison was such a dreadful name! But Mary wonld not bavo her thoughts d well on moro than the step before her. There was some thing too nnmaidetily in even acknowl edging to herself a preference for one who did not declare lore for her. Yet she conld not help tho plnnging in her breast when she found James McArthnr's eves resting on her with a light behind them that made hor feel tho next mo ment would bring tho word she awaited; and sho conld not help jnst then being especially kind to Mr. Popison, partly from pity, partly from mischief, partly, and chiefly, lest she betrayed herself Lifo with James McArthnr—time and eternity with him—that seemed a dream of earthly romance and heavenly bliss. And yet "Mary," ssid her Aunt Sophy, "yon are wrong*to encourage Mr. Popison so. Yon certainly can't mean to marfj him " "I don't know," said Mary. "I should always like to havo him aronnd." Days and months went by, and stitl thing* remained as they were. James McArthnr went his long business jour neys, and in his absence Mr. Poipson filled the vacant place; he returned, and then there were the moon lit strolls, the sails, the rides again, and that was all. In spite of the temporary pleasure of snch strolls and sails, in spite of her gayety and ber merry flirtations with others than these, it was not a happy season to Mary Danlsp. Her norvrs began to feel a strange agitation; conversation irritated her; slamming doors mado her spring; small excite ments set her to quivering; she bad no appetite; sho slept little; her color began to fade. One day Mr. Popison said to her: " Mary, I have been ob serving yon, and I think perhaps I do yon an injury in wishing to make yon my wife. I shall always caro for yon, always watch over yoa. Bat I with draw that tacit ofTer of marriage, which, if I havo never formally made, yon have long been conscious of." That capped tho whole. She must be growing a fright, She had lost all her charm. Even Mr. Popison did not want to marry her any more. She turned on him hor eyes, like sapphires set with diamonds, like violets glittering with dew, sod bnrst into tears. It made his heart ache. Bnt from that moment he was a person to her of a certain moral dignity, a dignity which oonld not bo long to James McArthnr, who neither declared himself nor let her slone. That month Bessie Travers came to see them; a pleasant girl—with a fortune. Hhe was engaged to Tom Dnnlap; bnt, through some notion abont keeping their happinese to themselves, it was at present a secret—a secret of which James McArthnr did not dream. For ho began straightway to ex ploit Miss Bessie's character, sound its depths and tako 1U heights, and do his best to interest himself whirs it was for his interest to be interested, as Mary said. And Mary Danlsp, locking on, for ell her levity, felt ss if a death-oold hand had her heart-strings in its icy grip. She shnt herself in her own room and suf fered a month of misery—a room filled with fresh flowers, fruits, novels, san dier; bnt James MoArthar sent none of them. When she ease down again all was as before, exoept that Mr. Popisoc's I visits had almost ceased. Somehow there was a dreariness without that kindly smilo of his; she found herself missing him; and when she met him she began to say so, and thon to blush iiko n damask rose, and paused. "You miss mo? You roally miss mo ?" ho cried, delightodly. " Oh, unspenkably I" said Mary Dnn lap; aud there was no coquetry iu the confession. " And shall yon miss mo if I go away forever?* For I must. It is im possible for mo to stay whero you are." "Go away forever I" It came over her all at onco that then tho world would bo a desert. She turned ashen. But if he could go, she should not let him know. " Very well," she said coolly. "I want to ask yon something before yon go. Did yon roally, as Tom says, lend James McArthur ten thou sand dollars whon ho camo near failing last Bpring?" " Is that all ?" he faid. " That was a trifle, and it makes no difference now that I havo lost nearly all tho rest." " Yon have lost your money 7' —with a rush of pity. " A great deal of it. But that was nothing; he would have dono as much for mo." " Humph !" said Mary. " Mary, I thought you—" "Cared for James McArthur? Per haps I did once, just as yon cared for Aunt Hophy. If I did, tho fire burned to oshos." " And you will not marry him ?" " Why, ho never asked me." " The fool 1" " There is only ono person in tho world I would marry, and ho declined ono day to marry me,"aaid Mary, archly, and with a sudden courage. And then she trembled liko a poplar leaf, and tho tears wcllod up. " Mary," said Mr. Popison, gravely> changing the enrrent with his words, " I shall tell your father that you havo proposed to me, and that I have ac cepted yon." Ho gay, so bright, so happy, so t>eau tiful was Mary Dunlap that evening, singing, dancing, tripping horo and thoro, that every ono felt she had re turned from an absence, and James McArthor left Bessie Trsvers' side to follow her. But thoro was something about her thst put her just beyond him, a lino separating atmosphere, s diamond glaze. " Why did you never tell me," said he, "that Bosnia Trsvers was en gaged r " Was it any affair of yours 7" " I suppose," ho said, bitterly, "it would bo no affair of mine if you mar ried old Popison to morrow." "Have you made it so?" she cried. And looking at him she wondered why she bad ever quivered before those bold black eyes, that high color, thst mighty manner of bis, s groat gladness filling her heart to think of the noble breast aho had to lean on, the rest and comfort of her protector. And as she went to sing for some one the new sir, " Dark was the dav and dreary the night," James McArthur felt as if the earth had opened a little under hia feet, and the song were written far him. Porhsps it was bee an so she had defied him so thst he panned her now awhile to soe what it meant; that be stopped an hour next morning on his way down town ; thst he csme in at nightfall with s headache for her to brew him the cup of tea she used to make; thst for weeks he hung about her, with his old ardor kindled by thit still rem te manner of hers, and his old silence enforced by doubt if the fruit were as ready to fall into hia hand as he ha I thought, the doubt and the remoteness enhancing her value so thst it began to seem to him thore was not another woman in the world ; and he forgot money and ambition, feeling at last that she oat weighed everything ho had ever val ued, and ho was made only the more earnest by her preoccapations. " Mary," he said one noon, ooming in on some pretext, bending over her ten derly, his eyes glowing, his voioe soft { ening, " 1 am going sway to night. When I oome book, will you hear some thing I have to say to you T' "No, indeed," she said, laughing " You have nothing to me either then or at aay other time, and I shall not be here myself perhaps." " I should think," he said, "yon were going to promise yourself to some one else, if I did not believe—if I did not know—that you loved me. Ii that so ? Marry some one else!" he cried. "I should rise from my grave to forbid the banns I" Bnt she answered by oatching Tom as he went by. and waltsing down the room in her brother's srms. It was a law minutes later, while her sister wss making 5 o'clock tea, that Mary, peaaing the telephone at It rang, paused to take lis message, and turned hurriedly to Bend Tom on an errand, in answer to whieli Mr. Popison and Dr. Dean left s phaeton t the gats within n half-hour, and came np the veranda, where the family were sitting. -1 was going to treat yon all to n little surprise." said Mary then, de murely, " by being married to Mr. Popi eon by-end bye, end going off In the phaeton for onr bridal tour aorces the river. Bnt as the telephone jast en nonnced (he arrival of some one who will forbid the banns, I thought we would not wait." And with tho rod sunset ponring over the uraazed and bewildered family Dr. Deans pronounced Mr. Popison and Mary Dunlap man and wife, and they had gone in their phaeton for their tour across the river to the noble old Popi son mansion under its elms befory tho arrival of the man who hud telephoned: "Am I speaking to Mary Dnnlap? Yes? I have lost tho train, and shall ho with yon in an honr, when I expect a circumstantial answer " —wt ich circum stances gave him l—HurjHr'g Dasar. SCI EMI Fir SCRAPS. Heods with oily coatings, including the nuts, presents a good supply of fats for food. The compass has been found to bo sensitive to certain atmospheric pertnr bations which do not affect the barom eter. A Hwiss experimenter is said to Lave produced artificial mother-of-pearl which cannot bo distinguished from the genuine. The discovery of fossil human re mains has been mode in a cave of Bra zil. The bones seem to be these of ex tinct species. The human lungs exhale about two pounds of carbonic acid in twenty-four hours. This is tho product of the burn ing of nine ounces of carbon. The desirability of connecting light ning conductors with gas and water mains has been recognized by the Baxon government, which has issned instruc tions as to the best methods of making the connections. Assays of several hundred million dollars' worth of the native gold of California have ahown an average pro portion of NSO thousandths of pure metal. The gold of Australia gives an average of I*oo thousandths. The climbing perch of India is an air breathing fish. It lives in ponds, which are liable to become dry in times of severe drought, and then travels over the scorched ground in search of water, sometimes livir.g six days without it. A scientific authority states that a copper wire of only half an inch in diameter would suffice to transmit 20,- 000 horse power, as developed by a waterwheel, losing only twenty per cent, in a distance of some .'t the horrified spectator*. He never appeared again, and no donbt i< entertained that he waa swallowed by the anonrnyn, who made an effort with hia hinder ooila to carry off at the earn* time another of the fiah ing party. It la the etoaption for the ftnearaya to etteok homau being*; bat it loeee no opportnnitv of seining deer, oalvee and other qnadrnpeds whan they oome to drink. Fruit or Flower. Wlimi orAarrt* *rnil, and our gardeo* bfciom. In raimr/w txiauty from day to day. And vordaot InafliH and nodding piune Ki-*p tint'! to luuaic the brttaua play. How Mt the bower When nun and abower I n fold the bud and reveal the flower I Along the meadow* in gleaming linen From year to year ia the promt** writ; Ta**el* and tendril* of clinging vines Are never weary proclaiming it; Aa I jell* in the tower Toll forth the hour. They herald the fruit that follows tb" flowiw. We may watch and wait, but can haeien uo4 The nweot fruition our bearta d'etre. Nor gather the grape or the apricot Until they are fed with the noonday fire : Though the field* we scour, We have no power To hart-out the fruit that i* still in flower. Bui when the orchard* are pink and white, And ail the meadow* are green and gay. In the proiniae given we take delight, And breathe the fragrance that comae in Hay Nor aak for the dower Of a riper hour, For the perfect fruit in the time of flower. JovjMne J'ullard, tn I/arpe>' H'rek/y. rr*E.M PAUAUBAPHS. The flattering taffy-giver should ham a sugar-coated tongue. IIopt; never dies. Of oourae the un dertaker ban no interest is hope. Coal ia very dark in appearanofa though it is often light in weight. "I love the summer," as the boarding school girl said wh n she eloped witht her arithmetic teacher. A Brooklyn man advertises a powder to ' 'cure cats and doga of somnambu lism.' It ia put in a gun. It is fearfully true that an ape in vel vet is just as much ape as an ape in rags, but the world don't think so. Bow may burglars be kept out of any house? By leaving the valuable* out at night on the front doorsteps. Why ii a doctor better taken care of than his patients ? Because when he goes to bed somebody is sure to rap his. up. "What is love?" ask* an exchange. Love, my friend, ia thinking that yon and the girl can be an eternal picnic to each other. Why is a church bell more affable than a church organ? Because one will go when it's tolled, but the other will bo " blowed " first. There is nothing marvelous about curing by laying on hands. Bands laid on smartly and vigorously have cured many smart boys of badness. A* you trsvel around the country- Ton are more impressed with the con viction that the chief end of man is to paint fiatent medicine signs on the fences. Somehow, the ugliest man always wants to marry the prettiest woman. Be is justly proud of his own good taste, but how mortified he must feel over his wife's. In the temple of fame, it is said, there is a niche for every honest man ; but the truth compel* as to add that in that same temple there are a great many niches to let. " I am beside myself," said Ltrenso, as he stood by s portrait of himself ia the artist's studio. "It isn't the first time though, Lorenzo," sighed his wiia in martyr tones. Italians emigrate from Italy to tho United States with the fixed idee of making a fortune by picking up gold in tho streets. Arriving, tbey sweep the streets for it. It is pleasant to remember that noA an hour passes iu the increasing march of time that there ia not a half dressed man somewhere on the face of the earth calling for a shirt. "Ta," asked little Johnny, "whaA does the teecher mean by aaying that I must have inherited my bad temper!" "She meant, Johnny, that you are yon mother's own boy." A small boy, wbo was playing truant tho other day, when asked if he wouldn't get a whipping when he got home, re plied: "What is five minutes'licking to five hours of fun?' " Beautifnl thoughts are the desert of tho mind." So tbey are, but the beauti ful thought that you can never get the sls you loened is a constant reminder of the desert in your pocket The crew of the British berk Alexan der ran abort of proviaions and lived on half n glass of srater each daily for n number of days We've known lots of men to live on lees srater daily thaa that I wi I DO* ask if thou earn* toaah Th* tuneful ivory ksy— Thews attest notes of thins tn sash As quite vaff.r* tor ton 111 make on question if thy akUl Thsysnejl sstojinhuli; Enough fa. aa, fare, if Shoo still Osost draw—thy d.ri Jsuda The young Kate Shelly, who saved an lowa train near Boon# by her oon rsgwous and heroic efforts a year or two ago, is engaged to bo married to tho conductor of the train she saved. Now you'll find every woman In the SteAe eat stopping railroad Amine and trying An pretend they're saving them. It's going to be a bard year tor ooodsatora.