Remember or Forget. I sat beside the streamlet, I watched the water flow. As we together watched it One little year ago; \ The soft rain pattered on the lnrtg The April grass wae wet, Ah I folly to remember; 'Tie wiser to forget. The nightingale made vocal June's palaee pavod with gold; I watched the rose yon gave me. Its warm red heart nnfold; But breath of rose and bird's song Were fraught with wild regret. 'Tie madness to remomber; 'Twere wisdom to forget. I Btood among the gold corn, Alas 1 no more I know, To gather gleaner's measure Of the love that fell from you. For me no gracious harvest— Would God we ne'er had mot 1 'Tie hard, sure, to remomber, but 'Tis harder to forget. The streamlet now is frozen, The nightingales are fled, The cornfields are desorted, And every rose is doad. I sit beside my lonely Are, And pray for wisdom yet— For calmness to remember, Or courage to forget. —Hamilton Aidtt. YOUNG JOHN. Back and lortli along the green ter race of the Chestnuts strolled beantifnl Ruby Londesborongh, her silken dress of silver-gray trailing over the emerald turf, her diamonds flashing, her flowers glowing in the afternoon sunlight, and by her side strolled Charles Henriok, a pleasant, blonde young gentleman whom she had known only during the present summer. But she had never known a more agreeable companion for a leisure hour, and something in this thought made her impetuous young voice a little sharp as she said : " Married ? Yes, I suppose so ; some time. You know that I am engaged, Mr. Henrick Y' "No, I did not know," he replied, quietly. " Betrothed by my father when I was a child," she remarked, coolly, stopping to add a red rose to the two white ones ehe carried in her hand, and attentively viewing the effect. Charley observed it too in silence for a moment. "To whom? Or is that a secretY' " Oh, no I" answered Miss Londes borongh, going on with her walk. "To the owner of the Prince estate, adjoin ing ours, half a mile below here." "Do you mean Mr. John Prince T> asked Charley, with a quick glanoe at the perfect profile of this glowing young beanty of nineteen. "Yes. I have never seen him, you know. He has never lived here, and perhaps never wilL The old squire Who did live at Three Elms was papa's godfather and grandfather to—well, Young John." "Young John?" "Yes. They were all Johns, youßee- The squire and his son and his son's ion, the present heir, were all the same name. The squire, Old John and Young John, I have always heard them oalled," laughed Miss Londesborongh, musically. "And you are engaged to Young John?" "Yes, Ali the others are dead; he is coming here this autumn and I am to be married to him." In spite of herself the careless voice faltered a little. With an unexpected hasty movement she flung the flowers she had been so tender of into the fish pond, at the edge of which they had stopped. There was a flashing of silver fins about the white and red; then Miss Londesborongh shivered, said she was cold and must go in. He gave her his hand up tho terrace steps, for he was not going in, then de scended, and stood with his hat in his hand watching her as she made a quiok, graceful gesture of farewell, and passed the portals of the old mansion. When the last'shimmer of her dress had van ished he went away very thoughtful. His pretty little sister May was one of the guests at the Chestnuts. He was himself staying at the Spring house with a party of friends. He often came to see May, but he lingered to see Buby. Her frank hospitality was irre sistible, especially when she gave him half an hour of her bright society alone. She was not like other girls; she never feared misconstruction of her actions. Why need she? he thought. He was poor; she was an heiress, and engaged to Young John. Ho went down the road, frowning at the birds and the buttercups. But he came back that evening with a buggy, and took May to ] drive. Ruby watched the spirited chest nut horse disappear among the trees. " You have lost your game," said young Vivien, with whom she was play ing chess in the long drawing-room. " Checkmate I" She pushed back the table imperi ously. • "There, (hat will do t" "The rubber," he implored. "No." She went up to her room and flung herself face downward across the bine satin coverlet of her bed. The color was not becoming to her; perhaps that was why she looked pale and as if .there were dark shadows nnder her eyes. The tea-bell rung. She pulled a silken cord, without rising, and summoned a maid, to instruct with the message that she was not coming down to tea—she had a headache. The others could be merry over tea and toast without her. She must have time to think, out of the long whirl oi gayety, or she should be crazed. How fast the summer was going I how imminent her marriage was' Let her think—oh, let her think ! She had never done so before. Since she was fourteen she had known that she was engaged to Young John, He was a fine fellow, they told her, well educated, traveled, rich—a parti in a thousand. She was ielicitated, congratu lated, and she had been flattered, con tent, having no wanton fancies to per plex the wise provision made her by her father. Why should she quarrel with an ar rangement which had been deemed good for the princesses of noted lands ? Yet she suddenly found herself battling with a strange unhappiness. She was not wont to be sad; she was too healthy and sooial. At school she had been primo favorite—at home she was qneen. Since her return from the seminary the previous spring the Chestnuts had been full of company—most of the guests her • gay girl graduates with their golden hair." May Henrick and a*half-score of others were with her now. She ruled her house and pre sided at her table with ease, for the wheels of the establishment were liberally oiled with gold; the servants were old and versed in the ways of the Londesboroughs; faultless service and lavish pay had baen her father's rule- She had not a care. But to-night she brooded aloue unti 1 loug after the twilight had filled the room. She wished they had not promised her to Young John—a man she had never seen. How prosaic and unpleasant at nineteen to have all one's fntore fixed! She wished those old men—the squire and her father—had let her futnro be. Other girls married men of their choice. Why should not she V She had no doubt that Young John was unexceptionable, but she really wanted none of him. And she was to be married the com ing autumn! A feeling of dull resent ment and grief mingled and swelled within her breast. Ho had written her two letters, Young John—very nice civil letters, which she had been in structed by her father's old lawyer, Mr- Lindsay, to answer. She had never done so. She really did not like to write letters, and had never had a cor respondent in her life. She pouted now, thinking that Young John was probably awaiting an answer to his last epistle. Finally she sud. denly got up, bathed her face and rear ranged her'shining, dark hair. She had remembered that when Charley Henrick brought his Bister back he would probably come in for an hour. She fastened some soarlet geraniums at her throat and tied her hair with a cardinal ribbon. The glowing red be came her; it was his favorite color. Certainly she had never looked pret tier than when she appeared below among tho bright company. And when ('barley Henrick had come with May it was late before he left the Chestnuts. Now, May Henrick was one of the prettiest of the " golden-haired gradu ates"—a girl cool and mild enough to bo Ruby's very opposite, and by virtue of these qualities was very agreeablo to her. But the latter never told her what she had never told herself until that night, and May, having her objeot in view, had some difficulty in approaohing the subject during the coming day. They were sitting on a bank, watch ing the others on the croquet-lawn, when May, having gathered all the bluets within her reach, opened the conversation with the remark: " I suppose you will bo married by this time next year, Ruby ?" Ruby started, and her smile faded, but she replied ooolly enough: "I suppose so." " You are quite sure that you have never seen Mr. Prince—when you were a child, I mean ?" "No—l have never seen him, May." "Do you know how old he is?" Ruby had never noticed that May's blue eyes were so sharp before; but she replied, quietly: "No—l haven't the least idea. It's rather like buying a pig in a poke, as the Scotch say—isn't it?" she added, with a rather absent smile. Then young Yiviers came up to beg her to take his mallet, as he had twisted his ankle by a misstep and it pained him; and Ruby went upon the ground, leaving her seat by May very welcome for his use. By-and bye, Charley Henrick drove up, and when they had all played cro quet until thoy were tired, and had had a lunch of strawberries and cake un der the trees May found time to whis per to him : "She doesn't know. It's just as I told you—she doesn't know " What ailed Ruby during the coming weeks? She was her old self— her careless ease was gone. She was wildly gay or silent and absent. The last of September Mr. Lindsay came to see her; the first October Young John was expeoted. "Mr. Lindsay," asked Ruby, "sup pose I should not marry Young John ?" The old lawyer raised his gray eye brows. "Such a supposition is not possible," he said, " for in that case he can appro priate your fortune. Tho two estates are combined, and all you have is in volved in them." Ruby went about like one in a cloud. She wondered if in all tho world there was any one else so unhappy. One cool night the company were dancing in the long hall whioh extended through the house. In the midst of the lilarity Ruby's spirits suddenly deserted her. She went out upon the piazza and stood leaning against one of the pillars wreathed with woodbine, fanning herself. Her dress was white ; her dark eyes were in shadow. Their gaza was utter ly sad as they were turned upon the happy company under the flashing lights. They—everybody—seemed so far away, and she so lonely. She turned aside, catching her breath with a little sobbing sigh, and turned into somebody's arms. A loving, blonde face, a strong shoulder—before Ruby know what she was doing she sobbed there for a moment. " Darling I" whispered Charley Hen rick, "let me comfort me. You do not know how dear you aro to me I I love you best of all the world I Tell me— tell me what grieves you ?" " Hush—hush ! Oh, it is nothing," answered Ruby, flushing, trembling, frightened, yet "comforted" to the depths of her heart. "Oh, you mustn't talk to me so!" and she turndd away and was gone. Charley Henrick was soon gone, too —indeed, he started on a journey that very night. In fact, it was the thirtieth of September, and he had not much time to spare. On the evening of October 2 a carriage stopped below the lower terrace of the Chestnuts, and Ruby, starting up startled in her chamber, soon had a card laid in her hand. Mr. John Prince—Young John—awaited her in the drawing-room. For a moment the girl turned quite faint, then she rose up resolutely and went to the mirror. She was utterly pallid, but she arranged her dark braids with a steady hand and went steadily; below. The door swung under her cold hand a stalwart gentleman, with curling white hair and beard, apparently about sixty years of age, rose from a sofa and advanced, with kindly courtesy, to take her hand. "Miss Londesborough!" he said, kindly. "Mr. Prince?" she faltered, looking at him with wonder, the interrogation of her accent ropeated by her amazed eyes "Yes, Young John—though young no longer." The cloud in which Ruby moved was intensified. Mr. Prince remained at the Chestnuts on a visit of a weok. He would have been very nice, Ruby thought, if he had been her father. But her husbaud! " Well, my dear," taking her hand one evening, " What do you think of me ?" "I respect you very mnoh," faltered Ruby. " Only"—rushing on—" I—l thought you were young!" "My grandfather was very old and evidently in his dotage when he be trothed us—eighteen years ago," he said. "I was a middle-aged man when you were born. I know, my child, that you would be very miserable if I should propose to marry you. But I have a young friend in whose happiness I have an interest. You shall marry him and I shall be quite satisfied. Your for tune, too, shall be yours." " Oh, no, no I" gasped Ruby. What I Not a young husband, blue eyed, and hand some as yourself V evi dently enjoying her agitation. " No," murmured Ruby. * " You are quite sure ?" "Quite." "You shall be urged to nothing against your will; but let the young gentleman speak for himself." He rolled aside a folding door and Charley Henrick roso and came into the room. "It is as you believed, my lad; her heart is yours, not mine," said Young John, rubbing his gray hair upright about his wrinkled temples and smiling benignly upon Ruby's blushes. "I am very glad you came to confide in me, Henrick, and saved me a disappoint ment, for I am convinced she is as good as she is beautiful, and a treasure for any man." It soon oame ont that Charley Hen riok had known Yonng John for years, and his sister May had sagely hinted that Baby would never marry him when she knew how old the gentleman was— a hint npon whioh he sokd by going to meet Youn<> John,and telling him frank ly that he had won her, or believed that he had. Surely there was never suoh an ex emplary old gentleman as Young John. Ho oame blithely to the wedding,— Ea. ther Serle Kenneth. Training a Colt. Tho most successful way of training an animal, says a correspondent of the Country Gentleman, is to begin at birth; It is then readily managed, as there is no acquired habit to be overcome. The important point to be kept in view is to teach him what you want him to know, and only that. In order to db it suc cessfully two things are necessary— kindness and decision; these must never be lost sight of. Let the colt know you mean well in the start and all subsequent handling. And in direct ing him give him to understand that there is no other way than yours, and he soon be mad J to respond to the gentle, yet firm, pressure. Let your society be amonfj his first impressions. Pass your hancj softly over him and pat him, but do nof tire him. Repeat your visits at first at short You will thus, iol his mind, be coupled with his mother/ and share her familiarity and also the sense of protection. If you secure his attachment and reliance upon you, you; will have laid the basis for all your work. When leading the mother put a halter on the colt also, so as io get him used to it and give an idea of re