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Orthographical.
With trsgio air the lovolorn heir
Once chased the chaste Louise ;
fche quickly guomed her guest wu there
To plena her with bis pleas.
Now at her side he kneeling tighed
IUa aighi of woeful size :
" Oh, hoar me here, for lo, most low,
I rice before yonr eyes.
i soul Is sole thine own, Louise
1 n ill never wean, I ween,
!io love W I for aye shall feel,
Tho' ff -vy be its mien 1"
" You knov mot tell yon no1"
The maii-diade answer true
" I love you anght as Hure I ought-
" To you 'tis due I do 1"
Binoe you are won, Oh, fairest ono,
The marriage rite is right
The ohapol aisle I'll load yon tip
This night," exclaimed the knight.
Eugene Field,
A Flood; and What Came of It.
Once upon a time, not very long ago,
there was a y aiog damsel called .
Bat perhaps I'd hotter not mention her
name; she's changed it now, in any case,
and to save everybody's feelings, I'll
call hi r Mollie MulJoon sweet Mollie
Muldoon. Now a more delightful crca
ture it would be hard to find, for she
bai that incomparable nature that
blends the child with the woman; and
whereas she could romp and play like a
kitten in seasons df frivolity, you might
iu a"dire and serious extremity searoh
t he wi de world pver for a wiser or matarer
i'udgmeat. She hid the most wonderful
;nack of taking' a shabby house, and
going over it from top to bottom, with a
toucli here and a brush there, and a
little adornment over yonder, so that,
when she was through, the metamor
phosis wonld be staitliog, and one would
declare that uoder the kilt plaits of ber
bouse dress she concealed the wand of a
, fairy.
JSv r) body knows that poverty and
pride are like oil and water, and won't
go together very well; and it oould not
be denied that Mollie's beauty and grace
were sadly suited to the stinted means
of life doled out to the widow Muldoon
and her two cliil Iren. When Mr. Mai
doon was living they had all the luxuries
that his bandxome salary and generous
heirt could devise; but the bountiful
Leirt became c Id in death, and the
. haulsome salsry ceased long before
Mollie was old enough fully to enjoy
either the one or the other. It was ODly
a mercy from heaven that Mrs. Mul
doon 's fathi r outlived htr husband, and
was able to allow her a small income, or
heaven knows what would have become
of sweet little Mollie, with heryearnings
nfter fashionable furbelows and sur
roundings. Poor little Mollie I Many a time I've
soon her beautiful eyes filled with tears
of rage and niortrfication over an abor
tive attempt at making a dress with
puff 4 and frills out of a small pattern;
but out she came presently with some
old under-skirt of her mother's, or
aunt's or errand mother's, and with a few
touohes of ber magic fingers the whole
fubrio would fall t jgtther, colors and
all, as gracefully es a ra'nbow, aid then
her eyea would shine again, and her
dimpled chin go up in the air with the
true pride of genius.
Just look at that Mollie Muldoon,"
said Fanny Sharp, as Mollie went by;
"she's ruiiiiug her mother, the way
she dresses."
Pride goeth before a fall," croaked
1.1 Oranuy Sharp.
It was only a week or so after that I
beard from Mrs. Muldoon's own lips the
continuation of a rumor that had been
' going about for months that Mollie
was actually engaged to be married to
young Adolpbus Dacre. The Dacres
bad been given over by our whole little
csmmuiii'y Jong, fince. They had
treated the church scandalously, hiring
the best pew, and never paying a penny
on it; the grocer had refused to give
them any further credit; the butcher's
cart drove;right by their door; and
Malony, the milkman, had been seen
Bitting upon the front stoop of tho
Dacres', waiting, be si.id, for one of two
things his money or . the liver of Mr.
Dacre. - "...
" And of course," said Mollie, " so
longaj'lheae. miserable" tradespeople
' held on, and treated the, Daores with
...respect, the whole aristocracy of Bab
bit ton followed suit; but now that the
butcher nd-. baker and candlestick
muker have'gweu. them up
"It's a case ol .the rottea potato,"
said ber seventeen - year - old brother
Ilava you too turnel
n gainst
" 1 1"- replied the lad, with mock
tragedy. "Never! As a friend of
mine, he's' A 1, and no mistake; but I
don't take much, stook jn Dolph as a
brother-in-law. It's-all he' can do to
keep himself m chuck.".
" Mamma, will 'you make Jack stop
talking slang 7
"I beg pardon." said Jack; "what I
meant to say was tliat under existing
circumstances Mr. Adolphus Dacre finds
it exceedingly diflloult to supply his
own individual necessities, and positive
ly declines any inducement to take in
the matrimonial racket."
" Declines me 1" said Mollie, with
scornful emphasis.
" Declines the whole feminine genera
tion," f aid Jack.
Thut very day, which was a freezing
ne in December, Mollie was seen down
upon the skating pond executing with
ivurveious grace and laeility the mm
cute evolutions of the outer edge, and
with ber was Do'ph D.ioro. Whatever
might have been bis inclination toward
the feminine generation in general, it
was plainly evident tbat to Mollie Jn
particular his who'e heart and soul went
out in fond emotion. Ilis face was of
the same mobile tendency as Mollie's,
nnd love, admiration, devotion, idolatry,
bourne 1 in every line of it.
" It's a shame to part them," said the
romantic lookers-on.
" It's ruinous to have them so much
together," said the prudent; but Mollie
and Dolph went gliding on, their hands
locked together, their glad hearts raring
no more for fate than for the freezing
wind.
"Dolph is a bang-up skater," said
Jack that night at supper. "That
pi tch in bis left boot loosened bis skate,
or he'd have been the top of the heap.
If he conld only get a pair of shoes "
" Do you mean to say," said Mollie,
the morsel upon her fork suddenly be
coming distasteful to ber "do you
mean to say that Dolph Dacre can't get
as many shoes-as be wants ?"
" Why, ei, if it comes to that, can I?
Can you ? Poverty is a blamed uncom
fortable thing; but I hope it's no dis
gn te."
" It ii a disgrace. It is a hideous,
heinous, unbearable crime I" said Mol
lie, and pushed ber chair away, and
went up stairs to cry her pretty eyes
out.
iler mother found her with her head
buried in the pillow, her whole little
body quivering with excitement.
"Why, Mollie, my child" began
pcor placid Mrs. Muldoon; and then the
young termagant turned upon her.
"It's your business," she cried", "to
put an end to this madness between
Dolph and me. Do you think it's a
very nice thing to have your daughter
papa's daughter engaged to be married
to a man that can't afford to buy himself
a pair of shoes ?"
"A little temporary embarrassment,
oy child."
"A little temporary fiddlestick!"
roke in Mollie. "It's forever and
L, ver, and hopeless, and I wish I was
P ,1 t n.. l. - l a. i
"What can I do?" said poor Mrs.
Muldoon.
" You can break off the engagement
forbid him to enter your doors in
Hult him tell him you won't give your
hughter to a pauper--make him so mad
'ie'11 never look at me again."
"I'll do nothing of the kind," said
the poor lady, her cheeks beginning to
mrn. l admire and respect the young
nan tA much to cause him any unneces
ary suffering; but I'll tell him to give
ou up, for bis own sake as well as
yours."
Poor Dolph met Mrs. Muldoan half
vay. He confessed it was the merest
presumption upon bis part to aspire to
i.he hand of a creature so fair and sweet
And supremely perfect; he owned that
his pecuniary prospects were hopeless,
and his future a blank season of despair.
" I can get him back again," said Mol
lie ; but she found this not so easy, after
all. Dolph had a pride of bis own that
had Ions; battled impotently against his
love. He camo no more to the honse ;
the skating pond missed its champion ;
the main street lost its most graceful
promenader ; no more little billets-doux
went into the vest pocket nearest his
heart, or lay in the perfumed recesses of
Mollie's battered writing-desk. The
broker's office where Doh was employ
ed opened late and closed early, for there
was very little business doing iu those
times of commercial depression, but he
haunted the busy streets of the financial
center with so haggard and distracted
an air that he passed for a youth who
had ventured his all upon some rotten
security and lost it. Which, indeed,
was the truth in more ways than one.
Aloliie, who bad not looked for this
firmness of resolve upon his part, began
to grow pale and listless ;sho also forsook
the familiar haunts tliafr love bad made
so delightful, and busied herself more
than ever with patching up the outward
appearances of her toilet and the shabby
surroundings at home. She grew lees
plump, less rosy ; faint lines of thought
traced ber fair white brow ; her eyes
took a shade of melancholy in their
depth that made them a deeper, softer,
darker blue.
"She's losing her health," Bighed
poor Mrs. Muldoon.
It was midsummer, and ISabbleton
was at its loveliest and best, and it be
came necessary for fashionable people
to leave it at once. Among the arrivals
at a popular watering-place might have
been noticed the names of Mrs. (Jinn bar
and her niece Miss Mollie Muldoon, and
within a month letters began to reach
isaDDieton mat made tne neart of poor
Mrs. Muldoon beat with alternate hope
and tear.
"Mollie behaves like an ancrel."
wrote Mrs. Oinqbar; " and if you show
the least discretion and sense in follow
ing up this providential opportunity of
hers, it will be the luckiest thing in the
world for you all. Mr. Fithian is a man
of distinction and influence as well as
wealth, and will be able to give Jack a
push in life. We should all of us be
exceedingly grateiul lor Mollie s suc
cess; and 1 do hope you 11 manage to
get that moldy dining-room of yours
repapered and painted before Mollie's
return. Jack might help in these things
during bis holidays, and I'll see that you
have presentable linen and china for the
table. If you livei within the pale of
oivilizition, Mr. Fithian needn't, of
oourse, stay to a meal; but no one can
tell what may happen in that miserable
Babbleton, in the way of a flood, or
hurricane, or something."
Mrs. Muldoon did her feeble best,
aided by some abortive efforts of Jack,
whose mveulion far outran his execu
tive ability; but when Mollie came buck
the whole domcstio menage began to
wenr en air of eomfortable serenity.
Mollie soothed the fear and fluster of
her mamma, altered her old black silk
to the newest style, coaxed and bullied
Jack into a semi-recognition of the in
evitable, and everything went merry as a
marriage belL Aunt Cinqbar was aston
ishingly generous, for one of ber cau
tious proclivities; and other relatives,
who had hitherto been as adamant to
the calls for relief, became plastic as
putty iu the face of this joyful ex
tremity. Mollie's wodding trousseau far ex
cceded her wildest ambition; and as she
had considerable versatility of soul,
these smooth expanses of silk and velvet
t jok some such a shape to ber as the
lump of rough marble to the sculptor,
or nicely-stretched canvas to an artist.
Her eyes began to glow before the scis
sors snipped into the material; and when
the whole ideal conception was realized,
and particularly as the train bung well,
and she was fitted to a nicety, she was
wildly happy.
Only once was there an open allusion
to Dolph. " When it was proposed that
the bridal couple should kneel during
the benediction, " No, no," cried Mollie;
" men never kneel gracefully, at least
there are very few only one; but never
mind."
Two or three hour a after, her mother
came upon her unawares, and found
her with her face bowed upon her
hands. When it was lifted, it was wet
with tears ; but she would bear no
caresding, and only said she was tired,
aud so glad the storm would prevent
Mr. Fithian from coming down. In
truth, it was a day in which no man,
beast or reptile would care to be abroad.
Heavy black clouds hung over Babble
t n ; the wiDd swept wildly through the
deserted streets, increasing ' at night
fall to a hurricane, howling and shriek
ing like an unloose! demon about the
dwellings of that hapless suburb, tear
ing ruthlessly the gimcracks of flimsy
architecture from roofs and balconies,
up-rooting trees an I shrubs, rocking
Mollie's bedstead like a cradle, and at
lust sending a brick with direful accu
racy straight down Mrs. Muldoon's
chimney through the kitchen stovepipe,
blocking up the damper, and frustrating
he baking of a lovely meat pie that
Mollie had made for supper.
Then the heavens opened, and the
rain fell ; and such a rain I A bucket
ful at a drop, Jack said, when he oame
home from town. He was wet to the
knees, and declared tbat, two blocks be
I w, a raft was plying from corner to
o rner ; the boys were getting out their
oats, and if the storm continued, the
u.ty of Venice would be nothing to Bab
bleton. As the kitchen lire had gone
nit, Jack's clothes weie put to dry in
the dining-room; the meat pie was still
in its dough casing, but the coffee was
varm; and there was plenty of cold ham
n the larder. " And with helm and
pickles," said Jack, " we can defy the
elements."
So they all sat nownto supper. Mollie's
hair in one braid down her laok, and
the bib of her kitchen apron stilt tucked
under ber chin, when suddenly there
was a ring at the bell.
" If that s Mr. Fithian," said Mollie,
( shall die. Do run up and see, Jack."
Then Mrs. Muldoon and Mollie waited
iu breathless silence, and, as the house
was small, and its acoustio properties
Hccoinmoda'ing, the smoothly modu
lated tones of Mr. Fithian came distinct
ly to their ears. " Is Miss Mollie in ?"
Jack rather thought she wasn't out.
Then the parlor door opened and shut,
and Jack came below.
" He's more like Mephistopheles than
ever to-night," Baid Jack. "He's al
ways tall and lean and cadaverous, but
he's a specter now; and 'his eyes have
all the gleaming of a demon in their
dreaming."
" Is he very wet, Jack ?'
" Wet I lie s drowned. 11 ut lie s as
polite as a mounseer; he's holding two
quarts of water at this present minute
iu bis high bat, and smiling blandly
while the rain drops over his marble
brow."
Mollie went bravely up into the par
lor. Now there is this about the grace
of youth, that it is invincible; and Mr.
jnthian liad never lound Mollie so
charming as when she stood there be'
fore him with her kitchen bib on, and
her hair in one braid down ber back
but, on the other hand, a gentleman of
Mr. 1 ithian s physique and style and
age can be awfully brought to grief by
two hours wading in a tempest. His
devotion was supreme, and merited a
better acknowledgment at the hands of
Mollie ; but we all know the weakness
and ingratitude of human nature. His
overcoat and high bat and overshoes
were thrown together in a wet mass npon
the rack; Mollie saw them as she passed
through tho hall, and her heart sank
within her. Did he expeof to remain ?
With the kitchen fire out, and the back
area filled with water, and nothing in
the house but ham and pickles, did this
alien and stranger expect to be asked to
share their humble hospitality 1 He
stood there, pretending to look at a book
upon the marble table, while the water
fell from his coat-tails in a pool.
"You you are so wet!" said Mol
lie.
"I know it," he said. "Uan tI go
somewhere and get dry 7 Jjet me go
down stairs, Mollie, to the kitchen fire
surely you don't mind me, darling. Bun
down and ask your mother's permis
sion.
Mollie kn6w the fire was quenched
by the brick in tne kitchen Btovepipe
but ehe went down nevertheless any
thing to get away from this miserabu
iuhu.
Her mother met her ut the btairs with
a ple face and outstretched bauds,
'Don't come down, Mollie; the whole
lower floor is flooded: the beater is
out."
Mollie went into the narlor acain.
' There isn't one spark of heat in the
whole house," she said lo Mr. Fithian. .
" Perhaps, under these circum
stances, it would be better to retire to
the upper chambers," said Mr. Fithian,
whose teeth were now beginning un
pleasantly to chatter.
" Yes, we d better alt go to bed, ' said
Eoor Mrs. Muldoon; "we can at least
e dry and warm there."
At that moment a portentous drop fell
straight from the ceiling upon the
sparsely-covered cranium of Mr. Fithian.
" CJreat heaven ! the roof is leaking !
cried Mm. Muldoon; and, rushing up
stairs, they found a stream of water in
the upper chamber gradually making
its way to the floor below. It leaked
from under the closet door. In that
closet hung the better part of Mollie's
bridal trousseau. Sue walked with a
faltering step and beating heart t) the
door, opened if, and took one quick gasp
to catch her breath. A gast of wind blew
her one braid of hair over her ejes, the
rain came pelting down; the sky-light
had blown off; the pretty conceits of
silk and velvet, the unrivalled concep
tions of the dressmaker's brain, the rib
bons and laca and all the daintv fioerv
there, had fallen a prey to the devasta
tion ol the elements. It was all over.
Mollie was pale, but calm. She walked
down stairs again with a firm step. As
si e went she heard a familiar voioe in a
subdued whisper:
"This floor is all right now, Mrs.
Muldoon; the drain was clogged. Now
Jack and I will get at the kitchen
stove."
It was the voice of Dolph Daore, the
sweetest melody the world held for poor
little Mollie Muldoon. Nothing could
have kept her then from d?S3eading to
the kitchen floor. It wad wet and cold,
nnd feebly lighted by the straggling
name of a solitary lamp, but Mollie sud
denly found it radiant. It was warm, it
was glowing, it was delightful. Dolph
stood there, in bis shirt sleeves, holding
th kitchen stovepipe, while Jaok was
extrioating the intruding brick. His
luxuriant locks were blown across his
brow, a bar of soot extended Dolph's
mustache, bur, on I the invisible grace
of youth ! Mollie looked at Dolph with
clasped hands and pleading eye?.
Hold on, Jack," said Dolr h, and
dropped the stovepipe.
What s the row 7 e aid Jack, and
looking up, fonnd Mollie clasped to
l) lph s bursting and exultant heart.
" Jt 8 all over, Dolph, sobbed Mollie.
I did the best 1 could, but every
thing's spoiled. And what's the nee ?
All the poor man can do is to get away,
mi 1 stay away forever."
" 1 11 go for some conveyance for him,
f yon fay so, Mollie," said Dolph, who
had a compassionate lit art.
" If yon only would, said Mollie.
And he did. Mr. Fithian was quite
U for S9vernl wieks, and somehow in
gaining one fever he lost the other. At
all events, when Mollie was married,
the other day, to Dolph Dacre, among
the wedding presents was a sot of silver
from Mr. Fithian; and whether he
meant it for satire or a religious exhor-
ta'ion nobody knew, but this inscription
was neatly engraved upon the coffee urn:
" A foolish man builds hw house upon
the sand; and the rail descended, and
tho floods came, and beat upon that
honse, nnd it fell, and great was the fall
of it."
Edison's Mystery.
Mr. Edison has stumbled upon some
thing new that puzzles nnd confounds
him. For weeks he and bis men have
been at work in bis workshop at Menlo
Park, JN. J., to perfect the electric gen
erators to supply the new electric light,
iue lamp is completed, and the meter
to measure the amount of electricity
used is nearly finished. The generator
has now to be perfected, and then the
world will see the light that has worried
the holdors of gas stock soloug. Iu the
course of this study the great inventor
has run upon something whieh bethinks
iB a new force, unknown to science. He
thus speaks of it:
" While we weie experimenting with
the electric light the other night, I got
some more indications of the presence of
some subtle, evasive force that 1 could
not call electricity or anything else with
which, we are acquainted. 1 would de
scribe it as a new radiant force, lying
somewhere between light and heat on
one hand and magnetism aud.eleetiioity
on the other. On bringing a magnet
toward the electric light, which was then
radiating only heat, the magnet became
charged with this what-do-you-call-it,
so that it emitted a spark in the dark.
Some of the points which go to show
that it is not electricity are tbat it does
not respond to any of the physical tests
of electricity except the spark. It pro
duces no physiological effects like elec
trioity save on the frog. It gives no evi
denoe of polarity. It passes through
the air and other resistances by large
surface at the terminals, even when the
apparatus is not insulated, and when
connected with the earth or walls of
room it can yet be drawn off from the
conductor.
Edison is not positive tbat "what-do-you-call-it"
is a new force, for it might
be some curious manifestation of elec
trioity, under conditions not understood
and he modestly expresses the wish that
some " ambitious students" would take
hold of it and solve the problem.
A young artist has painted the pio
tine of a dog under a tree, and the
work is so artistically done that none
but the best connoisseurs can tell tho
bark of the tree from that of the dog.
TIMELY TOPICS.
In the United States there were 1,268
murders in 1878, aad ninety-six persons
were hung. 4
Partly owing to the severe weather
and partly to the general badness of
the times, there is at present great dis
tress throughout Switzerland. In
Geneva alone six thousand people are
reported to be out of work.
There are now forty-four American
firms doing business in Japan. The
British population outnumbers the
American by three to one, and there
are eighty-three British firms against
forty-four American houses engaged in
commercial pursuits in the empire.
John and Ann Thompson celebrated.
their golden wedding in Baltimore two
years ago, both being of t he same nge.
The other day Ann died of a paraly tic
stroke while at dinner, while John was
stricken with paralysis supper, and
died on the day set for his wife's funeral,
so that both were buried at once.
William Coleman, tramp, went into a
New York tailor shop and begged a
scrap of cloth to mend his rags. He was
told to sit down by the stove, did so,
went to sleep, and woke up with a howl
of pain. A playful tailor had burned
him with a hot iron. In the special
sessions the playful tailor was fined $25.
A St. Louis beau and belle visiting at
Belleville, 111., went out for a ride last
Sunday on a child's sleigh three feet
long, drawn by a bay horse sixteen
hands high. Their turn-out made a
sensation, increased finally by the
scholars of a Sunday school that was
dismissed as they passed, snow-balling
them severely.
"The Finger of God," is the beading
of a local note in the Nouveau Monde
of Montreal. Gabriel Cloutier.a pious old
man, deemed it his duty to chastise lor
ntemperance bis two grown-up daugh
ters. The girls, however, chastised
him and bis mother, and one of them
severely bit the third finger of his right
hand. Next day he took ont a warrant
for them, but when he and the police
men arrived at the factory where the
girls work it was found that the one who
bit him bad inst had the third nnger ol
her right band taken off by a machine.
lhe policeman was dismissed, lor the
old man said that he saw in this curious
coincidence that the finger of God had
been laid in punishment upon the prin
cipal offender.
Young ladies sometimes elope with
stage drivers, bnt it is not every one, so
loing, who can claim tbat a president s
cousin made himself a hermit on that
account. Alvin Harrison, an ecccntrio
character, and cousin of ex-President
Harrison, has just died near Uswego,
Kansas, at the age of seventy-three.
He was once a "promising young
lawyer of Ohio, and when old Tippe
canoe ran for the presidency young Al
vin went on the stump in his interest.
Afterward be studied medicine and be
came engaged to a lass who, before the
appointed wedding-dny, eloped with a
stage driver. Harrison then built him
a cabin in the Neosho bottoms, where,
alone and neishborless. sleeping on a
bed of straw and subsisting n spoilt
bacon, he lived the life a morose her
mit till the day of his death.
Major Andre's Proposed Monument,
A great deal of discussion has been
brought about iu the New York papers
by Cyras W. Field's proposition to erect
a memorial stone over the spot where
Major Andre was banged, the inscription
to be written by Dean Stanley, of West
minster abbey. The following letter
on this subject is from the Avemng
In view of the recent discussion about
a monument on the spot where Major
Andre was banged, and an inscription, I
have " tried my hand at writing one,
which seems to me appropriate, and I
inclose it more for the sake of calling
out the ideas of others on the general
subject, if you think it worth while,
than from any particular admiration
of the production on my own part:
Here
John Andre,
A Britinh Major,
Sentenced by a Court-Martial
Of Washington's Army,
Was,
By bis Order,
Hanged as a Hpy
October 21. 1780,
Aged 29 Years.
Mistaken zeal for his King
Brought him to the Fate
Which, by the rules of War,
Was his due;
Yet were his foes movod to spare him,
By the graoei aud virtues of the Man,
Which endeared him to all hearts;
But the liberty of a People
Was at Btake;
To warn Others
Was their Duty;
and
Benedict Arnold,
A Traitor,
Having escaped to the British,
They refusing an Exchange,
Left Major Andre
To Die.
The American House of Representa
tives is renewed once in two years; the
French chamber, once in four years; the
German reiohstug, the Prussian diet
and the Hungarian diet, once in three
years; the Italian chamber, once in five
years; while in Great Bruaiu the nom
I iual period of the elective house in seven
I years.
ITEMS OF INTER! ST.
Oast down Feathers.
The floating population Fishes.
The mother of paragraphs Mother
wit.
The days are growing longer at both
ends.
A good dentist is a successful man on
the stump.
There are 11,000 men on the London
police force.
It is the deliberate man who cs""
wait with him.
Something you can't hha iiu a
hammer. A whip.
Egvpt instituted t bosp l-tbe eer
tals for the insane.
In Spanish, liberty is "libertad.'
Think of raising libertad -poles ?
Surly to bed and early to ryes never
yet made any one healthy, wealthy and
wise.
"Wise men never make prophecies,"
says sombody. They prefer to make
profits.
He that bath no reverence for the
past cannot hope to prosper in the
present.
We are the most paradoxical creatures.
We use blotting paper to keep from
blotting paper.
When you visit the menagerie and
begin lion about the animals, don't give
jackal the bad names.
A woven book has been manufactured
at Lyons, the whole of the letter-press
being executed in silken thread.
Why, amid the general breaking-up of
old business houses, do a few still re
main intaotf Echo answers, " Tact."
The population of Australia at the
last census was 1,742,291. The popula
tion of the capital, Melbourne, is 210,
000. Every man hath within himself a wit
ness and a judge of all the good or ill
that he does ; it inspires him with great
thoughts, and gives him wholesome
counsels.
If you've anything to say,
Bay It;
If von've anything to pay,
Fay it.
Bat, with naught to pay or say,
Don't fret yourself about it, pray.
It is no sign because you Bee three
canary-bird cages banging in the win
dow, and hear the little birds singing
their songs, that the inmates of the
mansion are any happier than if they
only had a dog tied up in the cellar.
When Tom Crystal was passing along
Cornhill he noticed a sign in a book
store, " Old Books rebonnd." He en
tered and remarked to the proprietor,
'Yonr sign there doesn't tell the
truth." "How so?" said the store
keeper. "Well, it says 'Old books
rebound,' when as a matter of fact they
don't. Age does not impart resilience
to a printed volume. I'll prove it to
you by aotual experiment." So saying,
he took up a second-hand Shakspeare
aud banged it violently on the floor, fol
lowing it by a copy of Milton and some
patent office reports. " There, you see
old books don't rebonnd worth a cent."
J ust then be caught the expression of
the bookseller's eye, and bounded and
rebounded till be reached the sidewalk.
Solemn fact.
Turning tbe Table".
Four young men of Simpsonville went
over in the Todd's point neighborhood
to call on some young ladies at the
house of an old gentleman. After stay
ing a short time they loik their depart
ure, but returned in a little while, and,
either in a spirit of mischief, or to
nveDge some real or fancied slight, de
liberately moved bodily a garden out
house to the front door of tbe residence.
On arising the next morning, the old gen
t'emsn took in the situation at a glance.
Arming himself with a shotgun, he was
enabled, owing to the suow which bad
fallen tbe night previous, to track the
young men to the'r respective places of
abode. He formed them all in a line,
and at the muzzle of his guu marched
them to the 8-cue of the'r depredation
of the night previous. After mmmon
ing his daughters to witness the fun, be
compelled the young mea to carry the
building back to the point from which
they had taken it. It was a bitter pill,
but they subm tted. What made the
case eipeoially distressing to one of the
young men was to find bis photograph,
which he bad recently given to one of
the young ladies, onspiouously tacked
on the door. Shelby hy.) Sentinel.
"Lost Two Golden Hours."
The following interesting letter we
take from the correspondence column of
the New York J-Jventng Post :
" Daring the summer of 1875, after
passing through the parks and grounds
of the late Sir William Stirling-Maxwell,
near Bridge of Allen, I was highly
favored by an interior view and inspec
tion of the castle and castles of his con
struction, and of his noble ancestors, a
fuvor that one could scarcely expect out
side of his circle of acquaintances. In
the day nursery was this motto, that I
have siroe desired to learn the origin of.
If any of your many readers can aid me,
it will be an esteemed favor to know
whether it may have been original with
him or not:
" 'Lost.
" ' Somewhere betweeu sunrise and sunset.
Two Golden Honrs,
Each set with sixty diamond minutes.
No reward is offered,
As they are gone forevrr.'
" The beauty and propriety of these
few words have lingered iu my mind an 1
given aest to my daily effortH. I hop
that they may be of ute toother, through
your valuable columnH,"
i.