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We trod the clover-blossoms nndor foot Boneith the hawthorn's scented summer snow We broathod the spicy air of balmy Jane A year ago. We stood, bajid-claiipod, beneath tho orchid bonghs, Whilo twilight silvered the soft, whisp'rlng wavej We watchod the falling stars of summer nights A year ago. We saw the winter snnrlse flush the skies A -1 brighten all the crystal fairy-landj w the crimson sunset stain the snow A year .ago. We saw the stars in winter splendor burn, While a pale crescent trembled in the west; And all the northern boavens were shot with firo A year ago. I walk tho sodden autumn ways alone, While yollowiug loaves fall sadly. Are they those Which rolKtd with roso and gold the waving woods A year ago? I stand alone beneath the loaden skies, Beside the sullen waves. Did their blue depths And shining ripples give back mirth for mirth A yoar ago ? Is Nature ohanged? or is the ohange In me ? Or is all change summed in that word "alone?" Or that dead past whoae roquiom is the moan, A year ago? A ear sgo we f aoed the coming years Togothor hoping loving. remain, It -'numbering love th.it endod, hope that died, Aye arago? AftpkUm't Journal. MY MISS LAURA. When twelve years old my mother's death inado me au orphan, poor and frieudles. Miss Laura De Nealo found me one day, crying bitterly, took com- Ewsioo on ino and bronght me to her ime. Mist Liur&'s mother was an in vVid and the care of the house devolved u ion Miss Knox, tho housekeeper. I had been there n year when the Rev. Mr. Wulderon, the rector of St PaulV became a frequent visitor, and at last Miss Laura's uccopted lover. lie was not handom, but yet a man of splendm p-esenoe; and, because of his love for my in in tress, nud for his commanding fi jure aud noble bearing, I came to look up to him with reverence, almost with worship. Four years slipped by. One day Mii Knox told me that Miss Laura's cousin, r.iilip Lansing, had returned from abroad. Hhu also informed me that h and Miss Luir had onoe been lovers; that he wanted her to run joff, but sb refused. He was heir to millions and b.mn l body and soul to his uncle Miss Laura was too poor to please tin old mau, nnd having a spirit of her owu she refused to marry the nephew. Tue weeks passed on. I began to no tice a change in Miss Lanri. She had not been wont to sit brooding over her thoughts, but she did now. I noticed that her cousin often calle 1 in the early morning, and that she spent much time with him; that when he had gone, she was pale, preocoupiod in fact, entirely unlike herself. I also saw th&t she went ofteaer to her money desk, and some thing weighed upoa her spirits; that now and then she went out in a sort of disguise; tut I dared not even conjec ture, though my mini was full of terri ble misgivings. Ono night I sat up waiting for her till the clock struck eleven. I knew the rector had gone sometime before, aud was wondering what had become of Miss Laura, when the door flew open and she ame in. Her face was startlingly pale, and her eyes, unnaturally large, seemed to soin tUlate with quick flery flashes. For a moment I was frightened, but at Bight of me her countenance changed. She nodded and smiled in her own pretty fashion; then, going straight to the mir ror, she suddenly gloomed again, and began, iu an absorbed way, to pull the pins out of her hair. "Won't you let me do that for you, Miss Laura ?" I asked. "Not now I'm in a hurry; my hair is so heavy I it hurts mo my head has ached all ihe evening. You may do it up for the night there ! now, my dressing-gown, child the easy-chair that is comfortable. I don't often koep you up bo late, Renie. How cold your hands are!" It was not that my hands were cold it was that her head was hot, it threbbed heavily at the temples, aud it almost seemed as if the thick, warm masses of golden brown palpitated as they fell over my arm, in rich, unrestrained luxuriance. At length the long coil was combed and carefully fastened just above the nape of the shapely neck. "That will do," she said, almost im patiently, for I lingered. "I can get along myself now. Then I heard one quiek, passionate sob, but her face was hidden from me. for she had thrown both arms over her head, and the drapery concealed her features. I left her reluctantly, feeling that trouble had come trouble between my beautiful mistress and the rector of St, Faul's. Was it ou aooount of her hand some cousin ? Vainly I tried to sleep. The ghastly fancy that she was sobbiug on the other side of the wall haunted me. What if she still loved Philip ljansing f The crave, proud face of Mr Walderon seemed to lighten in its dis dain as I caught myself acting the part of Miss Laura iu an imaginary dramatic episode, he learning the fact that the woman he loved had been wooed, almost won, and thrown aside, and that still her heart throbbed at sight of her old lover. On awaking the following morning, I found the sun shining broadly in my room. Miss Laura was an early riser, and must- have rung for me. Hastily dressing, I hurried to her room. Bhe was up, Bitting in the great arm-chair listlessly, like one dreaming with open eyes. Did you ring for me ?" I asked, "I? Yes. I believe I did," she re plied, with a start. "Dress me as quick ly as you can," she added, with forced quiet; "I will have my breakfast brought up Btairs. You can make some excuse to Miss Knox say I am not well, and I really am not. I don't care at all about breakfast, but, as I am going out, I suppose I had better eat something." I dressed her, and had a tray with coffee and toast sent np. When she had finished, she summonecTme again. "Renie, go put on your plainest wraps," she said, "and a thick Veil, and wait for me in the library. I want you to go out with me this morning." Wondering at her manner, bo quiet and self-contained, bo almost humble, more than at the message, I arrayed myself in a waterproof cloak, and drew a thick veil closely over my hat, and waited for her as she had direoted. She came in presently, habited almost like a nnn. I could see how white her face was nnder the muffler she had drawn aoross it. Placing in my care a parcel and a small basket, she led the way, leaving word with a servant that she might not be back to luncheon. That her errand, whatever it was, was a secret one, I knew by her manner, for she was nervous, and evidently suffer ing from some inward agitation. For several squares we walked along silent ly, aud, on turning the corner of an ob scure street, she was joined by a gen tleman whose face I did not see at first, but whoee firm, elegant figure was un familiar to me.. I heard Miss Laura any. in answer to some low-voiced remark: I enn trust her there's no risk, Philip." So this was the Handsome cousin I Oppressed with almost overpowering anxiety,' I fell baok a step or two, and followed slowly and unwillingly. On and on they went together, talking but little, and in low tones, till they had reached the lower plane, locally and morally, of the city. The house before which we stopped at last was somewhat different from its surroundings, it was tnnKea on one tide bv a grim, deserted-looking ware house; on the other by an old Dutch hurch. whose few leaning, moBS-cover- ed headstones, in the small graveyard in tront, seemed sinking with age into the yielding turf. The house was grim and tailed, the pa nt dingy, and the front loor full of seams and cracks: but it had the redeeming quality of seclusion, for it Bat far back from the street, over looking a narrow garden-plat. One window over the hall-tUtor was draped with a scant lace curtain, and a pot of geraniums bloomed underneath on the sill. The young man. with a few eager. whispered words to Miss Laura, un locked the door with a key which he took from his pocket, and we entered a long, cheerless ball, and from there the Irearv parlor, in which there was no vestige of furniture save two wooden chairs. " Sit down. Renie." said Miss Laura, face and manner preoccupied; "I will take the things, and you will wait for me here; I shan't be gone long." Mv heart sank as she disappeared, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Al ready I had hearp the tread of a man s foot ud Btairs. and soon, in addition, the closing of the door above, and a light footstep. Never had 1 bo keenly experi enced the dread of utter desolation as now whtle I sat in that deserted room. Doubtless children had played in it, and light hearts Bung, for it had evidently been a cheerful home onoe, as the de faced ornamentation and faded frescoing gave evidence of former beauty. But now the plastering was broken, the walls were black with cobwebs, ana tne windows quite crusted with dirt. It was evident that the place had been long un occupied. I had seated myself, when a step on the stairs nnd the opening of the door caused me to spring up in terror. Philip Lansing stood on the threshold, hat in hand, and his face absolutely lighted np the room. It was. as I had heard, radi antly beautiful, with haunting dark eyes i. . ! a; 1.1--A. 11. au tne more iasumaung mm tueir ex pression at that moment was intensely sad. "Oome. Renie." said a voice outside, I met Miss Laura in the hall. I thought Bhe had been crying. She handed me a basket, that seemed heavier than the one I had brought. "Renie, this is my cousin, Mr. Philip Lansing." Bhe said, "lie has lately re turned from abroad and this, Philip, is the little protege I told you about. Mr. Philip condescended to touch his hat, and we went outside into the little yard. Mr. Philip accompanied us to the cor ner, and there stopped. "Had I not better get you a car riaao ?" he asked. "No. indeed. Philip. I had much rather walk," she answered. "Come up soon mamma likes to see you," she added, with, I thought only an assump tiou of ease. We wal ked home rapidly, and in si lence. Miss Laura seemed plunged in deep and painful thought. It was past lunch-time whi n we arrived, but a plate of cake, and a goblet of milk, Btood ready for Miss Laura on the table in her room. Renie." Miss Laura said, " you will oblige me if you will eat my lunch eon for me. My head aches, and I am going to lie down." I drank the milk, but was not hun gry, and took the tray baok to the kitch en. I fancied that even the under-serv-aints looked at me suspiciously, and hur r ed back to my room. It was quite late when Miss Laura rose almost dinner-time, in fact. I dressed her hair, and was just putting on the finishing touches when she spoke abruptly: Don't you think my cousin fine- looking ?" "He is handsome, Miss Laura,"! said. "The handsomest man I ever saw." "That's the general verdict," she re plied. "lint, I added, eagerly, "l dont like his face; there are beautiful faces, I suppoBO, one can t like. Now, Mr. Walderon" You surely don't call him hand some ?" Bhe said, with a soft laugh, that I did not quite like; then, in an under tone: "Handsome is that handsome does. Well, poor fellow ! poor Philip 1" Bhe added, with a sigh that I could not help resenting, and fell into a fit of mus ing. Just before the bell rang for din ner a servant came in with fl note and a great armful of water-lilies. How lovely they were I Their fragrance filled the room. In an instant Miss Laura's eyes were sparkling. She tore open the note with eager fingers, read it once, twice smiled, then came a burst like sunshine over her face. "Oh, the sweet, sweet things 1" she cried, in au ecstasy. "I am bo fond of them! Poor Phibpl poor Her voice sank to a murmur. How could I think otherwise than that note end flow ers came from her handsome cousin, as she placed the lilies in a basin of water, where, with their lustrous leaves and long, coiling stems, tney rormed a Dean tiful picture? Philip came after dinner on the follow ing day. A bright, well-dressed, ele gant and jubilant young gentleman the change was great from Philipin a slouched hat to Philip in all the glory of a fashionable suit. His ease of man ner, grace, beauty of form, rnd merry laugh, made him almost irresistible. I sat in the little alcove leading from the general sitting-room, busy with some old lace I had been mending for Miss Laura, and I could see them both by in clining my head a little. They were a glorious pair, but it seemed to me tnat Philiu had no right there he was tak - ing Mr. Walderon'B place, and a sudden jealously sprang up in my heart, which changed almost to terror when the door opened and the rector of St. Paul's stood on the threshold. That same light that had come into her face when she received the lilies, flashed over it again, for in the interim I caught one glance of her as s.ie rose to meet Mr. Walderon. I fancied there was, also, a timid, beseeching look m her soft eyes as she came forward, with out stretched hand, to meet him. but the rector advanced slowly, and greeted Philip to whom he was presented,, cour teously but coldly, while Miss Laura divided her attentions between the two, and Philip addressed her with more than cousinly freedom. As for myseif, 1 tried to thin oi mani fold excuses for my mistress. I would not allow that the sweet girl at whose shrine I worshipped was a coquette; and still at least so it seemed to me, who Bat there under protest her manner grew colder and yet more distant toward the rector. He Beemed to notice tne grad ual alteration, for an hour had scarcely elapsed before he took his leave. "So that is Mr. Walderon, the famous rector of old St. Paul's?" I heard Philip Bay when, he had gone. "Yes; how do you like him ? Miss Laura asked with something like eager ness. " He must look imposing in his dra peries," pmup repneo. wen, mere s no accounting for tastes." The speech seemed to sting her, for he replied, in an altered voice: " That s what 1 thought yesterday. " Oh. come, now, Laura," he said, "don't be hard on me. If you could have seen Celeste in her tropical home, in her fleecy white muslins, her cheeks tinted with the rich glow of health, yon'd alter your opinion. She is not looking at all like herself; in fact, this base clim ate is killing her. Besides, her face de pends upon expression for its beauty. Such horrible chills would make the best complexion sallow." I was all ears. Celesta ? who was Ce leste? Should I listen unwittingly to some secret? Was I forgotten in my corner ? Had 1 better go t 1 felt re luctant to face them, having heard so much. " Oh, I didn't mean to depreciate her, Philip" " Only to punish me for not appreciat ing your rector was that it r inter rupted Philip, with a laugh. " But what does a man want of beauty ?" and I could see his conscious face, and read the vanity even in his voice. "Surely but Celeste is pretty, of course, and I hope Bha will be well soon, poor little homesick stranger ! I'm go ing to Bend her some lilies that some body sent me yesterday part of them, I mean Bhe came from a land of lilies. Just where did you find her, Philip ?" " On the Island of Barbadoes, in one of the coziest nests you can imagine, Poor child ! I don't doubt she longs for her native wilds the orange-trees, the shadeful bamboos, and her hammock. I was a barbarian to covet her. "I must Bee her often," said Laura. "I will go as often as I can." "Thank you; you are so kind and thoughtfuL I knew you would like the poor Httle wife. Sometimes I reproach myself Badly for bringing her here, but what could I do starve ? And we came pretty near it." "O Philip!" said Miss Laura, with a shuddering voice, "bo poor as that!" I held my breath. Philip was mar ried, then. It was his wife Miss Laura had been to see that morning. No need to fear for the rector's happiness now my suspense and suspicion had been both foolish and groundles. "Poor, indeed!" he repeated, most savagely. "Do you know if it had not been for that fifty dollars yon lent me, she would have suffered for the neces saries of life ? And when I went to my uncle, and told him I had lost mv money coming over, and almost my life, he made me an allowance of ten dollars a week. What would he say if he knew I had married a woman not worth one penny ? It would be total ruin to me if he knew of it; but I am sure, dear cousin, that you will never, by look or word, to your dearest friend whisper the intelligence. I would have kept it a secret, even from you indeed I would but that I feared the poor little creature would die if she did not see some friend. Above all, don't whisper it to the priest," he whis gered; "I'm afraid of him, "and I fancied he drew nearer her. "You need not be; he is the soul of honor," and there was a slight shade of contempt in her voice. "But you have promised," he said, eagerly. " And I know how to keep my word," she answered, proudly. After that he was very gay, but I think his manner jarred upon her mood. She proposed that he should go up Btairs and Bee her mother, who had asked for him, and together they left the room. It did not -take long for me to gain my own room, where I sat down to revolve things in my min i, coolly and dispassionately. Mr. Waldron bad sent her the lilies, and the accompanying note of that I did not doubt There had probably been some misunderstanding the evening be fore, and the gift was a peace-offering. The lovers' quarrel, if it had taken bo serious a complexion, had been caused in some way by this handsome cousin, who had burdened Miss Laura with his se cret. The rector had evidently learned of her former attachment to Philip, and perhaps, being but mortal, was jealous. His brief visit in the aiternoon nad con firmed me in my opinion, as he gener ally Btaid to tea. " Now, Philip should certainly keep away," said Reason and Cdmmon-sense. " His place is beside ms poor young wife, especially if she is sick; and Miss Lanra ought to tell him so." Bat Philip chose to come, often at all hours. Philip chose to attend St. Pauls, and show his beautiful Greek profile in Miss Laura's own pew, and I fancied that Mr. Walderon grew uueasy, for certainly Laura s cousin did not act like a Benedict. I am sorry that ho gave me occasion to suspect, sometimes, that he was quite mean enough to pique the rector by his lover-like ways toward his cousin. One .evening I came down the wide staircase on an errand for Miss Knox. Only the moonlight shone in the hall. Miss Laura stood by the door of en trance, her back toward me, and the words she said came distinctly to my ear. " If you cannot trust me, if you cannot take my simple word, Mr. Walderon. there can be no more between us. If you cannot trust me wholly " and there her voice broke. A low murmur came in response, and he was gone. I was back in Miss Laura's room some time before she came up. Oh, how pale she was, and her eyes wore such a strained, hard look ! "Renie," she said, "are you here?" "Why. Miss Laura, don't you Bee me ?" I asked, frightened at her pallor and the way she moved her hands. "No; my head is giddy: it is all dark; it is all over. Where are you ?" I caught and led her to tne chair, but, as I put her down, she fainted quite away. That was the commencement of a serious illness. For nearly five weeks I sat beside her, listening to her wild, delirious talk, and there I learned how devotedly she had loved the rector of St. Paul's, and that some of the med dling people of his congregation had told him of her clandestine meetings with her cousin. This, with other in formation of a like nature, and the fool ish freedom of her cousin himself, had led to a total disruption. In her grief and anger at his waut of confidence in her, she had forbidden him the house. Night and day I did not leave her bed side, till, quite through accident, I learned that Mr. Walderon bad been sick also, and was on the eve of a jour ney to England. " He looks dreadfully; jou'd hardly know him for the same man," said my informant; and I knew by her manner that the blame was all laid at Miss Liaa ra'B door. I inquired the particulars, If my informant was right, he was to start that very afternoon. Mr resolution was taken on the in stant. Whether my mistress lived or died, whether I was violating a promise or not, I was determined to see the rec tor of St. Paul's, and tell him all. It took me but a short time to find the rec tory would he be at home? Yea; was shown into the library. There were trunks and packages in the hall, and a general confusion pervaded the house. Presently Mr. Walderon came in. 1 was startled, indeed, by the change in his looks. I have just come from the sick-bed of Miss Laura De Neale," said I. He stared, made a gesture with his hand across his brow, as if to shade his eyes, and his lips worked. " I heard that she was ill," ho said, slowly; 'I am just recovering from sick ness myself." "I think, sir, from what I heard, you are laboring under a mistaken idea," I began, rapidly, for fear of my resolu tion giving way. "You have been wrongly informed with regard to Miss Laura, and in her delirium she revealed her secret. Her cousin Philip Lansing married a poor West India girl in Bar badoes. He is his uncle's heir, but, if the latter hears of this union, be will disinherit Mr. Philip, who is entirely dependent. So her cousin made Miss Laura promise to keep it a secret, and it was her, the porr homesick stranger, Miss Laura has visited by stealth it was her she sent your lilies to. O sir 1 you are a minister, and I am a poor girl, but you never should have doubted my Miss Laura, I do dare say that." He stopped me with a quick uplifting of the hand. He did not say one word, but I never shall forget the face he turn ed toward me. I never saw a counten ance change so often in a few seconds as his did. " My good girl, my good friend I" he said, at last, seizing my hand, and his voice was music itself. I knew then all was right. Joy had restored him to his old self; there was no need of that voy age to Europe. After a full minute of silence he asked: " How is she now ? how did you leave her?" " They thought she was better." " Thank God Tor that I When may I see her ?" He was very humble now. "I will let you know," I said, and hurried home to her with a heart as light as a feather. And so it came to pass that one day, as she sat supported by pillows, white and shadowy, and more beautiful than she had ever been before in her brightest bloom, I told her that the rector of St. Paul's was below stairs, waiting to see her. A faint flush tinged her cheeks a tender smile curved her lips. I left the room by one door as he en tered by the other. I could not keep from crying, and yet 1 was very happy. When Miss Laura rang for me to angels could njt have looked more bliss fully content. And I knew what the pressure of his hand meant as he bade me good by. He will go abroad, after all, but not without Miss Laura. As for her cousin Philip, I trust years" may make him wiser, but I pity the poor little stranger who married him for his handsome face. Avpte ton's Journal. Words of Wisdom. A good cause makes a stout heart. Progress is born of doubt and anxiety. Candid thoughts are always valuable. A wounded reputation is seldom cured. Hope is a good breakfast, but a bad supper. He who can take advice is eometimes superior to him who gives it. Method is the hinge of business, and there is no method without order and punctuality. Some of the grandest things which have been achieved were by those whom we thought our inferiors. Education is a friend at home, an in troduction abroad, an ornament to society, and a solace in solitude. The tallest trees are most in the power of the winds, and ambitious men of the cyclones of failure, disaster and business reverses. Man. being essentially active, must And in activity his joy, as well as his beauty and glory, and labor, like every thing else that is good, is its own reward. He that does good to another man also does it to himself, not only in the consequence, but in the very act of doing it, for the consciousness of well doing is an ample reward. She Knew Her Business. When Collins went home to dinner Monday he found the house tenantless. the oook-Btove cold, and there was a lonesome look about that part of the Monday washing still left in the tnbs in the summer kitchen. Hurrying through to the back yard he saw his wife braced against the fence, holding to the end of a broken clothes-line to keep the newly washed garments from the ground. " You've got here at last, have you 1" exclaimed the wife as she caught sight of him. " Yes, I'm here what's the matter t" he repeated. " Here I've been holding this brokea line for over an hour over a full hour. sir !" she snapped. " I was determined to die right here before I'd let these clothes down ! "But why didn't you call some one?" he innocently inquired. "There's that new. family next door the woman would have coiuo over in one minnte, " Woman next door, you big idiot. vou ? Hasn't she been peeking around and peeking around for two weeks to see my wash, and d'ye think I'd give her a chance to come over here an 1 see for herself whether the sleeves of my nightgown were pieced down with un bleached cotton ! You don't know any thing, sir, and you make tracks for a piece of rope, sir I" "Well, I swan!" grow'ed Collins as he " tracked. VtlroU tree J'ress. Items of Interest. Barbers always predict short crops. The gardener's ditty Beet root to me. A first-rate article for the teeth Food. "This must be looked into," as the young lady said to the mirror. Will vou love me when I mould? as the loaf of bread said to the house keeper. in winter, rugs; In summer, bugs; In sickness, drugs; In adversity, shrugs. Somebody prints a book to show how to get "twenty -five cent dinners for families." Now let somebody print a book showing how to get the twenty five cents. The old story about the little boy who wished that he was built like a hen-coop, bo that the breeze could blow right through him, is again traveling the rounds of the press. Angle-worms do not suffer, a natural- iet thinks, when put on a fish-hook. The twists and squirming and contor tions are made by the hook. Queer case of optical illusion, you Bee. The man who takes the bitter pill, A wry face clearly shows; But he who lingers at the still, Will soon show a rye nose. And if he reads while he imbibes, And knowledge fills bis head, Himself and nose, like learned scribes, Will both soon be well read. JV. J.llepublican. At Steke8ley, Yorkshire, Eng land, lives a man who once as sisted in singing the whole of the 119th Psalm, and this is how it is said to have happened. The parson cf a church had on invitation to attend a marriage breakfast, and so made his sermon very short in order that ne might be punctual The clerk, howev er, objected to this way of passing the " Sunday, and when the time for singing came gave out the 119th Psalm. The clergyman did not at first notico wnat was going on, and when he did the mu sicians were fairly at work and could not be stopped. The air was never lost. The fiddlers wore out their bows and strings, the flute player blew out his front teeth, the clarinet never recovered its tone, and the singers all suffered more or less, but they kept it np to the bitter end and finished at three o'clock iu the afternoon, after four hours hard work. Many of the congregation went home to dinner, and returned in the afternoon to the finish, but the parson won much respect by sticking to nis pulpit to the last, and at the conclusion of the dismal performance he dismissed the congregation wit hout a word. Treatment of Sleeplessuc i'. Rn rrinnv nerHonR HliiTer nowadays f rom sleeplessness that every contribution to the literature of the subject is of inter est. Dr. Ainslie Hollis, in the London Practitioner, maintains that, although ih a nnnntitv nt blood in the brain is iliminiHhftd dnrinff sleen. this diminution is not the sole cai.se of slumber, for we may have the former without tue latter. On nf th most, efficient means of in- .Inninn natural clnun ill OlM Alinl lVfttiOn uiaiug unburn, n i - f - - fx of mustard plasters to the abdomen. rreyer, of Jena, advocates ine uumimo a freshly made solution of lactate of aroda.or of Borne milk or whey, on the hypothesis that sleep may ve in duced by the introduction of the fatigue fliA bodv. The alkalies and alkaline earths are useful when acid dyspepsia is associated with the inBom nia. Electricity has been used in the Daresisof the voso-mo'.or nerves due to an overworked brain. In hot weather, sprinkling the floor -of the Bleeping apartment with water lessens irritant properties of the air, adding much to the comfort of the sleepers; possiDiy me quantity ef ozone is at the same time increased. W7hen 6leep is broken by severe pain, opium or morpnia is vi value, not only by relieving tue pain uui by its aotion in producing aimeaiia of the vousels Tn the wakefulness due to neuralgia, it is often better to inject a small dose of morphia nypouermi cally near the branch of the affected nerve, than to administer n y m' mouth. It is doubtful whether the bromides possess hypnotio properties, in, ..i, i,or ni..lmi)tnillv act as Beda- OllUUUU IUV J uuhul- j tives on the nervous system, aud as BU,ch may occasion all L4nduce sleep, isnlon Notes. Fas The new bunting for summer dresses has lace Btripes. Yellow, in all its many ugly shades, oontinues in favor. Alsatian bows are worn in dresses, hats and slippers. Beige-colored net, worked witn rose buds, make pretty summer bonnets. A skilful imitation of a bee is used to decorate costumes intended for garden parties. Organdie muslin plaitings are used on shade hats to give them a dressy ap pearance. Seaside hats are trimmed with broad galloon, with a gay wing on the left side of the hat. Blouses are mch worn, and one cf the newest makes is called the ' Car men " blouse. The rough straw braids are very much worn for demi toilet, and are ex tremely Btylish. Extreme simplicity is affected this season for out-door toilets. Long trams and gay colors ure reserved for houo wear. Swinging side pockets of, velvet, v i silver clasps, are suspended by h chains to the waistcoat of a on' acket costumes. A
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