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Job work, 'n-h on lcli very.
'Tho Water Mill."
Linton to the water mill,
All the livelong clay
How tho clicking of the vheol
Wears the hour away.
Languidly the antunin wind
blirs the groonwood leaves :
From tho fluid the reapers sing,
landing up the ehoaves ;
'And a memory o'er my mind
Ah a spell in cast--Tlio
mill will never grind
With the wator that is past. "
Tnko the losson to yonrself,
Loving heart and true ;
0.ldon years are (looting by
Youth is panning, too.
Strive to make the most of life,
Loso no happy day
Time will never bring yon back ,
Chances swept away.
Ioavo no tondor word unsaid,
Lovo while love shall last
Tho mill will novor griud
Willi the wator that is past.
Work whilo yet tho daylight shines,
Man of thought and will
Never does the stroamlot glido
Useless by tho mill ;
Wait riot till to-morrow's sun
beams upon yonr way.
All that you can call your own
Lios in thin to-day.-Tower,
intellect and health
May not always laBt
Tho mill cannot grind
With wator that is past.
A C. M'Cullnm.
The Guard Above the Heart.
" I believe I have Riven all the orders,
VI ma, juht as you wished. The little
jbrary ia already arranged with the last
lit Mm bracket ami ntatue in place ; the
lining-rooru and kitchen with china, sil
ver, linen and Buperb old-fashioned
sideboard, junt aa you directed, Lave
everything in place. And your room
how I wish yon could go and see it is
bountiful. There can be no greater
harmony thau the blending blue-and
gold furnishings of that room."
" You are very good, Arthur."
" Thanks, Alma ; but not half so good
as you in loving me bo tenderly and
loyally. But I was bothered about one
thing, aweet."
' What was it?"
Your writing-desk. It is Bncli
gom. 1 don't believe yon can ever write
anything but poetry at it. 1 could not
crnt a. lilaco in the library for it to finit
me. This light was too sharp, and that
light t dull. I fancied it needed a
soft, . mellow light, bo I set it in yonr
riom. ami will leave yon to arrange a
place for it. I flatter myself that every
thing else will please yon.
"The pictures!'
' They are all hung. I can hardly
tell you now where each one is. The
Beatrice Cenci I hung over the library
door which enters to your room."
Why, what made yon give it Buoh
poor place as that ?"
a
" For just one little reason of my own,
Her great, Bad, RulTeriug, patient eyes
are duplicates of your own. So I have
hung it there as a sign to me that the
door beneath it opens to a placo wherein
the goddess of my life presides; also
that when tho door is shut, your face
Bhall still look down upon me, and fol
low me with mournful and guard ful
tenderness." " . .
Though your love and fancy, Arthur,
make my eyes to-day as luminous as
rsyohe'a perhaps to-morrow those that
love me most may forget or wish to for
get that I ever existed; for who can de
termine now whether Psycho, the very
idol of all poets, was a reality or a
dream."
" But to morrow you will become all
the reality my life shall ever know or
wish, for to-morrow, when the priest
has had his service and the witnesses
have written their names, and your
dainty finger has a new ring upon it, I
shall set you down in the pretty gojd-and-blae
room where Beatrice keeps
guard. Then vou shall dismiss or re
tain tho historical sentinel.as you ploase,
for you shall fill all my to-morrtws with
your own sweet self."
lie took both her slender white hands
in parting, and said:
" Remember, we are to be promptly
at tho church at four. Good-by, sweet,
till then."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she
clung to him tenderly as if Bhe would
not have him go; but Bhe only said
" Woll, Arthur, let Beatrice stay
where she is, and whenever you look at
her think of me, if you will.
This last so low that he did not hear.
But ho went out busy and happy with
thoughts of hiB wedding day.
Alma stood still until the door closed
behind him, then she clasped her hands
and cried :
Who am I? What am 1? that I
should deceive such a man."
When Arthur went on the morrow
where the merry guests were assembled
for the wedding, the white-robod brido
was coue : but iu her room was found
a note for Arthur Leroy, which read :
'Arthur, forgivo me. I have not
meant to deceive you. IIow it has all
come about I hardly know any better
thau yourself. But true it is that when
vou read this I shall be the wife of
another. Farewell, and may your noble
heart find forgetf uluess of Alma
lave years after. Arthur Jjeroy was
standing watching the silent, dark-eyed
picturesque group which sat on the gray
steps of the Trimta ui juonie in iconic.
While he stood and looked, a tall, grace
ful woman dressed iu mourmug came
down tho street and stood beside him
She glanced hurriedly at the same
group which his own eyes were scruti
nizing. -
Arthur was pursuing his artist 10
studies at Borne, and was searching for
a model. The woman beside him was
upon a Bimilar mission. She, however,
seemed to find none among tho group to
suit her, and she started to go. As she
turned, their glances met. Arthur and
Alma were face to face. Her eyes were
sadder than ever, and her garb was
weeds of mourning.
"Arthur I ' Bhe exclaimed, m Bur-
prise, holding out her white, Blender
hand.
The blood receded from his face and
left it white as marble. The old life and
the old pain surgod back. lie took the
tho hand she extended, and said in a
cold, cruel voice :
" Mrs. lluBscl, I am glad to meet you
here. In search of a model, too i
Yes." she said in a voice which had
a peroeptible quiver ; but I have found
none to suit my purpose. I am going
now to the Piazzi di-Spagna. Won't
you join me, and tell mo how you are
and how you Lave been ?
lie walked beside her as Bhe started
off, saying :
"Thanks. Aa to how I am now well;
how I have been I have forgotten."
She felt the little thrust ; but it was
easy for her woman s wit to parry it by
saying with her old naivete of manner :
" Well, you see the influence of yonr
tasto has had its influence on me. 1
have turned artist myself."
" ion did not have to turn artist; yon
were always one by nature.
Bhe saw clearly enough that the steel
was still in this man s soul, bhe had
placed it there, and she resolved to
pluck it out at once.
"But you never told me I was an
artist."
" I never knew till"
" Nor did I know it myself," said she,
interrupting him, " till Mr. Rnfisoll's
death two years ago, when I was left
almost without means or resources of
any kind," .
She paused ; but tho announcement of
the death of the roan who had robbed
Arthur Leroy of his bride drew no com
ment from his Bet lips. Bhe had long
ago taught him to endure surprises in
silence.
Then I came here to study; to learn,
if I can, the dream-toil of an artist's
life."
" In which calling you have my best
wishes for your success, and my services
always at your command," he said, with
i -1
umeigueu sincerity.
" Your good wishes, Arthur, are grate
ful to me, and I Bhall bo only too g'al to
avail myself of your valuable sugges
tions, if if I may only know that I am
forgiven."
. " You are forgiven. But I do not
forgot Everything which I put into
your room is there yet untouched. From
that day to this hour the doors have
been locked; the long curtains at the
windows are drawn down, the blinds are
closed, and a deep shadow rests upon
all within, oo the doors, and windows,
and curtains are closed about the memo
ry in my heart. The shadow rested
there also a long time. But to-morrow
it will be lifted. The Beatrice I brought
with me. I put it above my door here
in Borne as an emblem of the guard
which you had taught me to sot upon
my heart. At last 1 have found one
pair of eyes more luminous .among the
shadows than are those of Beatrice or
Psyche. On to-morrow the picturo
above my door and the guard above my
heart will be taken down and the light
of the new eyes will enter in.
bhe was ui doubt as to his meaning,
Was ho purposely obscure? Was he
talking of the old love ? bhe took it
for gran tea.
(Jod bless you, Arthur," Bhe Baid;
I do not deserve as much as you ac
cord ?"
For tho old love's sake, for the
grand and beautiful Alma "
one s tar tod as he called her name, lie
had not done so before. She laid her
haud npou his arm, and said in a low,
tender voice, as her eyes tilled with tears:
Arthur !"
Wait a moment, please, he resumed ;
" for the Bake of Alma which was, her
little room, which my love made for her,
shall never be opened while I live. Bhe
cast the shadow upon it; I shall never
lift it. To-morrow I shall be married
to Miss Bruce. Bhe is an artist too.
The hand upon his arm trembled, and
the queenly woman at his side grew
deadly pale, and swayed slightly for-
ward as they walked. He drew the hand
more securely through his arm and add
ed: " Will you pause at tho di Spagna,
or Bhall I see you to your hotel i
" We will go on, if you please. Thanks
for vour kindness.
Then, aftor a pause, sue saia: xou
have been frank and just, Arthur. The
tendorost are the crudest. I don't know
how it is. but wo have both proved it.
May God forgive us both, and bless you
alwavs.
Five years have rolled the dusty wneeis
over that saci uav wiieu Armur anu Aima
met and parted in Borne.
i m W . 1 I i ll 1 1
no is with his wife m Scotland. Bhe
has become famous ani rich, and is back
at her old home. Often when the days
are fair, a tall, queenly woman is driven
slowlv through a certain street, and
from her open phaeton looks up curious
ly, reverently, tenderly to the windows
of a house which have not been opened
for ten years. Tne blinds are covered
with dust. The curtains, and all the
Drettv blue-and-gold furnishings are
crumbling under the immovable shadow
within. But the old love is only a
memory cow, covered with years. The
rainbow-tinted aspirations which were
set within it once have given place to
the solid colors of a calm, smooth life
without. Potter's American Monthly,
A Time for Hurry,
Only a day or two ago, a pair of ner
vous young people stepped hurriedly
into the ollico of Justice Trulock. The
young man was faultlessly dressed in a
pair of brown overalls, a " boiled Bhirt,
an old straw hat and broadcloth coat and
huge boots that hadn't Been blacking
since three days before the Christian
era, and he carried a wagon whip in his
hand. The young lady was a little more
elaborately attired, but her toilet was
also rather ill-assorted and bore indica
tions of groat haste in its arrangement.
As they entered the office the young
woman looked out of tho window and
back at the justice and out of the win -dow
again. The young man slammed
the door shut with a bang like a itod
man gun, felt for the key and not find
ing it booked np against the door, braced
his feet firmly on the floor and said in a
hoarse whisper :
"All right, jedge, lire away I I got
to be home before dark, and I ve got
seventeen miles to drive, an' powerful
bad roads ; hain't a minute to spare.
Shoot her off!"
"Well, but see here," began the jus
tice, "I don't"
Hang it all, squire I said the young
man. Bbu tiling his feet in nervous anx
iety. "Don't go for to asking ques
tions: lust bang away, it's all right, I
tell your go ahead, eouire I
The young woman flattened her nose
against the window, and transferred a
large clean spot to the dingy glass and a
very dirty one of corresponding Bize to
the end of her nose as Bhe tried to look
two blocks down the street and around
the corner.
Oh Bam," she whispered, wringing
her hands, " tell him to hurry !
" Gaul dane it l whimpered the ex
cited young man, lifting his feet in rapid
alternation, as though the rioor was not,
"that's what Im trying to do. Bay,
squire, he added, pleadingly, "rusn
along, wont ye? Bhove nor aneaa,
sauire : talk it right off jest as short an'
auick as the law n let ye ; give em tne
srad," squire, an let em go.. ay,
squire ?
The amazed justice looked from one
to the other of the young people in
speechless wonder. " Why, certainly,'
he said, " if you 11 only collect yourseu
nd tell me
Sauire I " exclaimed the young fel
low, with solemn earnestness, "I'll tell
ve everything, every blamed thing, l
dwan to J nde i win, as Boon as n s over
with, if ye'll only stave ahead and finish
r,ho business fust. I'll tell ye tho hull
thing from the very start, can t I,
viry ? " And the girl turned from the
window and kicked him ana piusuea at
liin. "She means yes, squire," said
tho young man, fairly dancing with ex
itement: " Go ahead with the papers.
snuire. Urivo on. squire, lana o uo-
slien. sauiro. .what air ye waitiu' fur?
Whv"
The justice interrupted mm, ana
made one more effort to ascertain what
these excited clients wanted.
"Well." ho said, "let us make a
-itnrt. auvhow. What
The voung woman stopped tying Knots
in her bonnet strings, (she was making,
at low calculation, about sixteen knots a
minute), and looked around, and the
voung fellow shouted :
Them s the licks, squire i Keep
her agoiu' now right at that gait, an
we 11 erit through like one o ciock. uo
ahead, iedere ! "
" What." asked the justice, ai tne
first opportunity, what is your name ?"
Blank disappointment settled down
over two faces like a summer cloud.
Je-roo-zalum, jedge!" shouted the
yonug fellow, while the young woman
burst into a fit of hysterical weeping,
" It s enough to drive a fellow crazy
What d've want to stop au talk gossip
fur when you see I'm iu sech an all-fired
hurrv Whv squire J ee-roozlum I
And ho jumped clear in tne miaaie oi
the room as a heavy tread on the stairs
terminated in a tremendous kick against
the door.
The next instant an elderly man, who
never had a taste of anti-fat in his life,
who was about three feet broad at the
shoulders,'who was wheezing so terrific
ally that ho couldn't speak, and carried
a walking stick that looked like the fiend
f death, walked into tho room a step
or two and halted, gazing at justice
TrnW.k. the o-irl and the vouncr man in
v r r
turn. a3 if undecided which of the three
to immolate first, while the justice gazea
upon the singular tableaux with unutter
able feelings, finally tne oia man,
with a terriiio snort of defianoe, mode a
step toward the young man, who eluded
him by dodging nimbly behind the
justice's desk; then the old party cap
tured tho weeping girl, tucked her arm
insido his own and tramped wrathfully
down the stairs and bo out of Bight.
The voung man followed slowly, after
peeping out of the window, with infinite
caution, to Bee inai me oia man was nos
lvinor in ambush at the foot of the Btairs;
and as he passed out at the door he
turned a mournful glance on the jus
tice, and said pathetically :
"See whatye've did, jedge ; dad slam
the thunderin luck, see what ye've
been an' done with your gol twisted
prevaricashin. But I'll bet you a yoke
of rod steers I'll marry that gat yit, if
I've got to git up at one o'clock in the
mornin' to do it. Dog gone it, jedgo"
But he was down the stairs and out of
hearing, and it seemed to Justice Tru
lock that the office felt quiet and a little
lonesome when they had all gone away.
Burlington Hawkey e.
One archivist of Antwerp has discov
ered a bill of sale of September 1st,
1547. for twenty-two bottles of petro
leum, at that early date imported into
the city.
A Few Odes to Autumn.
The man who con look at all the won
drous, vast machinery of a universe and
see the seasons como and go in regular
succession and not have tho poetry of
his nature stirred up to its most depthy
depths would bo a phenomenon. The
truth is that we have more poets than
the world is aware of, and were it not for
that great impassable barrier, the waste
basket, some new poet would burst upon
an astonished and defenseless world at
almost every tick of grandfather's clock.
Editors are a jealous set of literary
thunder-pumps, for they know very well
that if all the genius in this country was
allowed to get into print at will, that the
great discriminating public would Boon
learn how they were being defrauded in
the obscurity from which they were
hoisted by some mysterious mistake of
the fates. That's the reason lots of
poetry is not printed.
For ourselves, we have none or that
sort of meanness that would keep down
panting genius lest it rise above and be
yond us, and we are determined that as
long as our good right arm does not fail
us, and we are re-elected by a discnmi
A. 1 A l .'l A 1 .
nating publio to edit a newspaper, the
season poets shall have a ohanoe by the
Great Grand Master of poetry, so they
shall !
The odes to autumn are coming in
rapidly. There are too many of them
to print in full, but we give a verse or
so from each, merely for the purpose of
encouraging the writers and pointing
out defects. We have elected ourself
poetio director, and but. we begin.
Here ia the first one from " Doitus :"
1 Time when comes the falling of leaves !
Time when comes tho lowing of beeves !
Tinco when comes the mending of eaves !
Fading, ever fading autumn."
It will at once be perceived that
"Doitus" is a poet of no' mean order.
A poet who can take falling leaves, the
lowing beeves and broken eaves, and
bake them into a poetical pancake, aud
pour over it the syrup of flowing rhythm
la pusseBBeu m Kciiiua. c unio uu
harsh criticism of " Doitus."
The next comes all the way from
Michigan in a blue envelope with the
superscription written diagonally, and
sealed with flour paste. It says, " By
Josie-phino.-" and the first four lines
are as follows :
" October glows on every cheek
October shines in every eye,
While up and down the hill and dale
Her crimson banners are let ny."
By Josephine, we have heard of peo
ple with bad eyes, but imagine all
Michigan with Octobers in their eyes,
and crimson banners let fly up and down
all the lulls and dales. Josie, turn your
talent to washing dishes.
We have space for only one more, bo
we give " i'eari uauas a chance,
Sweet Pearly steps forth and thusly
warbles :.
"Jennie and I, in tho summer time soft,
In the gladsome month of Juuc,
Played together by the brookside
When tho merry singing feathered song
sters wero in tune.
" But times have changed since then ;
Now comes the lingering fall,
And Jennie's married another fellow,
And we don't roam the woods at all."
At some length Pearl proceeds to
speak of the "dainty rod-bug," and
works iu much "flowing-water" and
" sweetening flowerets," but life is too
short to take in all its excellencies. The
rhythm, which is flexible enough to
make a seven and a fourteen syllable
line rhyme together, and not make
man who is reading it stop to catch his
breath between bases, is its strong point.
Other contributions must go over till we
can reach them, but we assure every
anxious poet on our honor as on editor
that at least part of every poem sent
shall be inserted. Whenever our col
umns are too crowded, we can always
find room in the waste basket. Vmcin
nali Breakfast Table.
Words of Wisdom.
Necessity never made a good bargain,
Man lives only to shiver and perspire,
Men's judgments sway on that side
fortune leans.
Many are willing to wound who are
yet afraid to strike.
Misery leads to despair, aggrandize
ment to presumption.
Give full measure, when you measure
and weigh with a just balance. Expend
not but according to the measure of your
goods.
The slanderer injures three persons at
once : he of whom he speans in, him to
whom he says it, and most of all himself
in Baying it.
Imitation is always unhappy, for all
which is counterfeit displeases by the
very things which charm us when they
are original.
Great souls are not those who havo
fewer passions and more virtues than
the common, but those only who have
greater designs.
The desire of talking about ourselves
and of putting our faults iu the light we
wish them to be soon, lorms a great part
of our Bincerity.
The same pride which makes us blame
faults from which we believe ourselves
free, causes us to despise the good quali
ties wo have not.
Happiness is in the taste, aud not in
the things themselves ; we are happy in
possessing what we like, not from pos
sessing what others like.
So scanty is our present allowance of
happiness, that in many situations life
could scarcely be supported if hope were
not allowed to relieve tho present hour
by pleasure borrowed from tho future,
Bo careful how you indorse drafts
especially the draught of a chimney.
A BOTTOMLESS B(MJ.
Thrllllna Advrnlnrf if n llorr mim In nn
Illlnola MwHnip-The Urn cut """'C
In the World.
Some few evenings ago a St. Louis
Post reporter made the aeounintnnce, nt
the Lindoll hotel, of James LftfTou, who
related to him a curious incident. Ho
says that a few days sinco, having occa
sion to make a visit to Cairo upon busi
ness, he mounted a good, Btrong horse,
ond started upon a journey through the
bottom lands of Illinois. Nothing of
conseqence happened until within about
forty-two miles oi uairo ; mere, in a
swamp overgrown with jungles of black
berries and shrubbery common to Btich
spots, he espied a flock of birds, a few of
which he determined to carry into Cairo
as specimens of his skill in shooting.
The birds, however, were shy, and, tho
anxious sportsman persevering in the
ardor of the pursuit, he penetrated fur
ther into the swamp. 1'resontly he came
upon a Bpot very much more open than
t.ha rent, no slirnnberv of anv size crew
upon it, bnt a kind oi coarse grass, in
terspersed with clumps of bulrushes,
covered the entire surface. No sooner
had the horse's feet touched the sod
than he sank immediately above his fet
locks. Floundering out of what the
rider supposed to be only a mud hole,
the animal leaped forward with consid
erable force, and this time sank almost
to his knees. His rider touched the
beast with the whip to hurry him out of
the bad place. The horse raised him
self by main force from the mire and
leaped forward again, apparently as
anxious as his nder to get out of the
bog. This time, however, he Bank al
most to hiB girth, and the most power
ful efforts on his part could not result in
extricating his feet from the mud. The
more he struggled the further he sank,
and iu a few minutes ceased altogether
to make any effort to release himself.
but remained perfectly quiet, trembling
in every joint. Mr. JLatton now began
to feel considerable alarm ; he was
obliged to extend his both legs out par
allel with the body of the horse to keep
them from sinking in the bog. His
mind instantly reverted to all the tales
of quagmires and quicksands that he
had ever road, end he began to suspect
he had struck something of the kind
himself. The situation was looking
gloomy ; he must do something ; bo he
spoke to his-horse again, to induce him
to make one more effort, but the poor
beast was beyond the power of helping
himself. Already a pail of his body
was in the black, jelly-like masaof mud,
which everywhere surrounded him,
nd Mr. Laffon discovered, to his hor
ror, that he wasslowiy, out surely, get
ting nearer in a level with the ground
He felt certain now that unless help
came he must surely disappear with his
horse in this lonely bog and his fate for
ever remain a mystery. Determined not
to give way to despair, he glanced once
more anxiously around, and this time
noticed no more thou two or three yards
distant the branches of a tolerably large
tree, which, with roots still partially iu
the firm ground beyond, had fallen
across the Dog. its wiae-spreaaing
boughs had prevented its sinking into
the mire, and he now felt that to reach
that tree was the only hopo of salvation.
He could not reach it from the position,
and he dared not leap lest the added
impetus should only Bend him deeper in
to the bog, without enabling him to get
hold of the branches. An idea seized
him. He took the bridle from the horse
and a hitching strap which he carried
with him, bound them tightly together
with some twine he found in his pocket,
and, forming a sort or noose, threw his
impromptu lasso toward a stout dead
branch which projected from the fallen
tree. Ins lirst trial failed, also the sec
ond and third, but the fourth succeeded,
ond he had only to make the attempt to
draw himself to the tree, lie was now
standing upon the back of his doomed
horse, which had sunk several inches
f urther,and with head raised was look
ing with terror-Btrickeu eyes back to
ward hiB master, every once in a while
uttering pitiful cries. Witli a last few
tender pats Mr. Laffon said farewell to
his horse, and leaped fror his back as
far out as possible. He sank several
feet, but keeping firm hold of the line,
he began to draw himself out hand over
hand, and after hard struggling finally
succeeded ia reaching the tree, into
which he quickly drew himself, and
crept carefully across its trunk to teira
firma, thankful for his miraculous es
cape from a horrible death. His first
thought now was to go for help and try
to rescue his horse. For this purpose
he started off on foot for the nearest
cabin. After walking several miles he
encountered a couple of farmers, and
quickly proouring other aid, and pro
viding themselves with ropes, they ac
companied Mr. Laffon back to the bog.
Several hours had elapsed before he
reached the treacherous spot again, and
not a sign of his uufortuuate horse re
mained. The poor beast disappeared in
the black ooze, and only the lack of
scant verdure on that particular spot
marked tho place where he had met a
living death.
Iu describing a dinner at the sultan's
palaco, Mr. Drew Gay writes: "And
now comes the critical moment for you
if you are present at this feast as a
Btranger. You will have placed your
meat on your plate, and be carefully
cutting it up, when suddenly a more
than ordinarily juicy morsel will be
pushed into your month by a pair of
very greasy fingers. Yoa must not re
sent this. It is a token of loving kind
ness, a sign that you are respected, es
teemed, beloved. Eat it ; yort are a
favored mortal."
In Harvest Time.
I met my love when 'neath the evening breeze
The corn swayod to and fro, when 'mid the
trees
Tbo wind moanod soft!?, when the reaper'
soni?,
The echoes of the dorp gleu would prolong-
In barviHt time.
And brighter than the goldon beave,hcr hair
Htrayod downward o'er a nock so purely fair
That e'en the snow-white lily well might hide
Its bending head beneath tho ntreamlot'i tide-
In harveot time.
The thrilling of the songsters now was Lushed,
'Noalh suDxhino bright tho rose no lungtr
bluvhed ;
And day was endod, far beyond the bill
The reaper's song grow fainter and was still-
In harvest time.
Twai then my love was spoken j and 'twas
then
I reaped love's golden harvest in the gleu.
The nightingale wailod forth her low, tweet '
strain,
Singing joy's triumph in a glad refrain-
In harvest time.
And now the antnmn of onr lives, inntead.
Approaches spring aud summer ail have tied
Tbo' still of love's bright setting sun the gleam
Is glorious as that which Crst lit our dream
In harvest time.
Items-of Interest.
Springs of fresh water rise inmost
seas.
Oysters have a language of their own,
and clams stew.
Cork trees bear an edible aooru re
sembling our chestnut.
The man who is going down in the
world is the coal miner.
Dr. Carver's rifle brought him in au -income
of $00,000 last year.
Bod-fitting shoos make corns on.
horse's feet, tho same as on people.
If anything will reduce a full-grown
fat man it is a well-directed bank fail
ure. We have Been many a poor horse out
in a driving rein and not a wet hair on
his back.
Milk is nutritious, but the chap who
drinks a half gallon of it must feel com
pletely cowed down.
I declare, it beats awl," as tho shoe
maker said the first time he used a sew
ing machine. Home. Mntincl.
Part of the edge of tho cone of Mount
Vesuvius has given way, and Proi. Pal-.
mieri is having a sort of retaining wall
of ashes built.
Balmy sleep,
Tired nature's sweet restorer
Don't amount to much,
If yoa happen to bunk with a suorc-r.
A man who was in the habit of talk
ing to himself, being asked by his wife
why he did so, remarked that ho liked
to converse with a man of sense.
"Is this air-tight?" inquired a man
in a hardware store, as he examined a
ttove. "No, Bir," replied the clerk;
" air never getij tight." He lost a cus
tomer. Of 3,434 doctors whose deaths hovo
been announced iu the London Lancet
during the last ten years, the ages of 2,
G84 were given ; average nge at death,
56.6 years.
In an account of a tour iu the north of
England, by George Oolman, the young
er, in 1775, occurs the following pas
sage : "In the adjacent village of Kirk
leatham there was at this time an indi
vidual residing in a neat, comfortable
cottage, who excited much interest ia
the visitors at the hall. His looks were
venerable and his bearing above that
usual among the lowly inhabitants of n
hamlet. How he had acquired this air
of superiority it is difficult to Bay, f
his origin must have been humble. XI
eightieth summer had nearly passt
away, and only two or three years pre
viously he had learned to read, thai lt.
might gratify a parent's pride by read
ing his Bon's first voyage round the
world ! He was the father of Captain
Cook."
Cincinnati Breakfast Table Diet.
Curd is alluded to as " offal from the
dairy," but it is an offal- allusion.
Why should the spirit of mortal be
proud ? " We can tell you : he has gof
trusted for a new suit of clothes.
Most women have need to whisper
"lead us not into temptation" whe
they see another with a new bonnet.
Serpent Bkiu shoes tor ladies are tl
latest Paris novelty. Thus it is tb
they get even for tho way the Bnai
treated Eve.
The proverb " a short horso ia Boon
curried," must not bo construed aa ap
plying to mules. The shortest are tho"
most careless with their feet.
Appearances caunot always be relied
on. A young man may soeiu to wear a
line gold watch-chain, girls, but aft; r
all it may bo plated,' and pinned iuto L
vest pocket.
It is said that the left foot of a lof :
hauded man is always longer than L.
right one, but when the old man reacht
after Adolphus from the fop stop L
always Bends tho right foot, and in mot
cases it is long enough.
"Educate tho nose," says some wjik r
on physical culture. A great my' ? ar.
sufficiently educated now to tunita
people who are their betters.
The people of Ceylon bake and e-J.
bees. If wo wore goiug to indulge i
this kind of provender, we should w
to know that the baker understood
business, for if a bee should revive h
ho had beeu swallowed 1