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. Orthogrnphicul,
.-.'u trsgio air the lovelorn heir
Ciica chased the ohtste Louise ;
qutcTdy guessed her guest waa there
To ploMe her with bis pleas.
jit rt bor side he kneeling sighed
i; i;'hn of woeful size t
., l.r ?-r roe here, for lo, most low,
i lofore your eyee.
! is ola thine own, Louise
1 never wean, I ween,
mve I for aye shall feel,
i W i "y be Its mien I"
' ' You kno not tell yon no'"
The maiu-made answer true
"I
love you aught aa sure I ought-,
you 'tis due I do 1"
" To you
Bince yon are won, Oh, fairest ono,
The marriage rite is right
The chapel alate I'll load yon np
This Dight," exolalmed the knight.
Eugene Field,
A Flood and What Came of It.
Once upon ft time, not very long ago,
there was a y aiog damsel called -.
I'.at perhaps I'd better not mention her
name; she s changed it now, in any case,
and to save everybody's feelings, I'll
cull h r Mollie MulJoon sweet Mollie
Muldoon. Now a more delightful crea
ture it would be hard to find, for she
hal that incomparable nature that
bieuJa the child with the woman; and
whereas she could romp and play like a
kitten in seasons 61 frivolity, you might
in adtre and serious extremity search
the wide world pver for a wiser or matorer
I" udgmeat. She had the most wonderful
nack of taking a shabby house, and
going ovsr 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, tbe metamor
phosis would be startling, and one would
declare that uoder the kilt plaits of her
house dress she oonoealeJ tbe wand of a
fairy.
Ev 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 (tinted means
of life doled out to the widow Muldoon
and her two children. When Mr. Mul
1.ku waa living they had all the luxuries
iht bis handsome salary and generous
hert could devise; but the bountiful
Lert bec ame c Id in death, and the
haulsome salary ceased long before
Mollie was old enough fully to enjoy
either tbe one or the other. It was only
a mercy from heaven that Mrs. Mul-
doon's father outlived htr husband, and
was able to allow her a small income, or
heaven knows what would have become
of sweet little Mollie, with her yearnings
nfter fashionable furbelows and sur
roundings. Poor little Mollie I Many a time I've
Boon her beautiful eyes filled-with tears
of rage and mortification over an abor
' tive attempt at making a dress with
pnffd and frills out of a small pattern;
but out she came presently with some
old nnder-Bkirt of her mother's, or
aunt's or grandmother's, and with a few
loaches of her magio fingers the whole
fabric would fall together, colors and
. all, as gracefully as a ranbow, aid then
her eyes, would shine again, and her
dimpled chin go up in the air with the
true pride Of genius.
" Jnst look at that Mollie Muldoon,"
said Fancy Sharp, as Mollie went by;
"she's ruiviug her mother, the way
Ehe dresses." - ,-
"Pride goeth before a fall," croaked
old Granny Sharp.
It was only a week or so after that
heard 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
voting Adolpbus Dacre. The Dacres
had been given over by our whole little
cwnmubiy Jong Fince. They had
treated the church scandalously, hiring
the best pew, and never paying a penny
on it; Ihe grocer had refused to give
them any further credit; the butcher's
cart drovocright by their door; and
Malony, the milkman,' had been seen
sitting upon the front ttoop of the
Dacres', waiting, he sujd, for one of two
things his money or the liver of Mr.
Dacre. ; ... -
"And or coivree. " earn Mollie, " so
IoDgwlheaQ miserable tradespeople
iield ou, and treated the, Dacres with
.. respect, the whole amtocraoy of 15ab
bit ton follow! suit; but now that the
butcher jnd- baker and candlestick.
maker havewf n them upH . .
"It's a case ol Jlie rottoa potato,"
filid her seventeen - year - old brother
Jack. : s
"Have, you too tornel against
Dolphr" said Mollie. . '
"II" replied the lad, with . mock
tragedy. "Never I As a friend of
mine, heV A 1, and no mistake; but I
.lon't take much- stock in Dolph as a
brother-in-law. It's, all he .can do to
keep himself in chuck..".
"Mamma, will'you makt Jack stop
talking slang f" ., '
"I beg pardon," said Jack; "what I
meant to say was that under existing
circumstances Mr. Adolphus Dacre finds
it exceedingly difficult to supply his
own individual necessities, and positive
ly declines any inducement to tafce in
the matrimonial racket."
" Declines me I" said Mollie, with
soornf ul emphasis.
" Declines the whole feminine genera
tion, taidaaek.
That very day, which was a freezing
oue in December, Mollie was seen down
upon the skating pond executing with
n-'arvelous grace unl facility the intri
cate evolutions of the outer edge, and
with ber was Do'ph Dacre. Whatever
might have been his inclination toward
the feminine generation in general, it
was plainly evident that to Mollie in
particular his who'e heart and soul went
out iu fond emotion. His face was of
the same mobile tendency as Mollie's,
and love, admiration, devotion, idolatry,
bourne! 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 caring
no more for fate than for the freezing
wind.
"Dolph is a bang-up skater," said
Jack that night at supper. "That
pi. toh in his left boot loosened his skate,
or he'd have been the top of the heap.
If he could only get a pair of shoes "
Do you mean to say," said Mollie,
the morsel upon her fork suddenly be
coming distasteful to her "do you
mean to say that Dolph Dacre can't get
as many shoes-as he wants ?"
" Why, ei", if it comes to that, can I ?
Can you 1 Poverty is a blamed uncom
fortable thing; but I hope it's no dis
grrte." "It ij a disgrace. It is a hideous,
heinous, unbearable crime I" said Mol
lie, and pushed her chair away, and
went up Btairs to cry her pretty eyes
out.
lier 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 oi shoes r
. "A Jittle temporary embarrassment,
ny child."
"A little temporary fiddlestick!"
iroke in Mollie. "It's forever and
ver, and hopeless, and I wish I was
lead I ' Here she begin to sob again.
"What can I dot' said poor Mrs.
Muldoon.
" You oan break off the engagement
forbid him to enter your doors in-
ult him tell him you won't give your
huffhter to a nauDer make him so mad
'le'lT never look at me again."
I ll do nothing of the kind." said
the poor lady, her cheeks beginning to
burn. " I admire and respect the young
nan tA much to cause him any nnneces
ary suffering; but I'll tell him to give
ou up, for his own sake as well as
yours."
Poor Dolph met Mrs. Muldoan half
ray. He confessed it was the merest
presumption upon his part to aspire to
me 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 his own that
had long battled impotently against his
love. He camo no more to the house ;
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 reoesEea of
Mollie's battered writing-desk. The
broker's office where Do'ph 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.
Mollie, who had not looked for this
firmness of resolve upon his part, began
ta crow Dale and listless :she also forsook
the familiar haunts that love had made
so delightful, and busied herself more
than ever with patching np the outward
appearances of her toilet and the shabby
surroundings at home. She grew lees
plump, less rosy ; faint lines of thought
traced her 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," sighed
poor Airs. Muldoon.
It was midsummer, and Babbleton
tv a m a f -ita lAvcliaof An1 1 tacf an1 if Via
w tmo mm ivtvuvos auu uvo u( bum h ig-
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. Cinqbar
and her niece Miss Mollie Muldoon, and
within a month letters began to reach
Babbleton that made the heart of poor
Mrs. Muldoon beat with alternate hope
ard rear.
" Mollie behaves like an ancnl
wrote Mrs. Cinqbar; ' and if you show
the least discretion and sense in follow
ing up this providential opportunity of
hers, it will be the luokiebt 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 ns be
exceedingly grateful lor Mollie s suc
cess; and I do hope you'll manage to
get that moldy dining-room of yours
repapered and painted before Mollie's
return. Jack might help in these things
during his holidays, and I'll see that you
have presentable linen and china for the
table. If you lived within the pale of
oivilizition, Mr. Fithian needn't, of
course, stay to a meal; but no one oan
tell what may happen in that miserable
Babbleton, in the way of a flood, or
hurricane, or something."
Mrs. Muldoon did her feeble beat,
aided by some abortive efforts of Jack,
whobe invention far outran his execu
tive ability; but wheu Mollie came back
the whole domestic menage began to
wear an air of comfortable 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 belh Aunt Uinqbar was aston
ishingly generous, for one of her cau
tious proclivities; and other relatives,
who had hitherto been as adamant to
the calls for relief, became plastic as
putty in the face of this joyful ex
tremity. Mollie's wodding trousseau far ex
ceeded her wildest ambition; and as she
had considerable versatility of soul,
these smooth expanses of silk and velvet
took some such a shape to her as the
lump of rough marble to the sculptor,
or nioely-stretohed canvas to an artist.
Her eyes began to glow before the sois-
sors snipped into the material; and when
the whole ideal conception was realized,
and particularly as the train hung well,
an j 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 yery few only one; but never
mind.
Two or three hours 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
caressing, and only said she was tired.
and 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 blaok clouds hung over Babble-
ton ; the wind swept wildly through the
deserted streets, increasing ' at night
fall to a hurricane, howling and shriek
ing like an unloosed demon about the
dwellings of that hapless suburb, tear
ing ruthlessly the guncracks of flimsy
arjhitecture from roofs and balconies,
up-rooting trees and shrubs, rocking
Home 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 tbe
cain 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 that, two blocks be-
Ijw, a raft was plying from corner to
corner : the boys were getting out their
oats, and if the storm continued, the
o ty of Venice would be nothing to Bab
bleton. As the kitchen lire had gone
mt, Jack s clothes weie put to dry in
the dining-room; the meat pie was still
iu its dough casing, but the cottee was
arm; and there was plenty of cola ham
in the larder. " And with ham and
pickles," said Jack, " we can defy the
elements."
So they all eat n own to supper, Mollie's
hair in one braid down her baok, and
the bib of her kitchen apron stilt tucked
under her chin, when suddenly there
was a ring at the bell.
"If that b Mr. .Fithian," said Mollie,
" i 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 acoustic properties
aocommodanng, the smoothly modu
latea 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, said jaoK. "lies 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 r
Wet I He's drowned. But he's as
polite as a mounseer; he's holding two
quarts of water at this present minute
iu his high hat, 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,
1'ithian had never found Moiiie so
charming as when she stood there be
fore him with her kitchen bib on, and
her hair in one braid down her back
but, on the other hand, a gentleman of
Mr. iithian 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 hat and overshoes
were thrown together in a wet mass upon
the rack; Mollie saw them as she passed
through the hall, and her heart sank
within her. Did he expeof to remain T
With the kitchen fire out, and the back
area ruled 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 ? He
stood there, pretending to look at a book
upon the marble table, while the water
fell from his coat-tails in a pooh
"You you are bo wet I" said Mol
lie.
"I know it," be said. "(Jan'tl go
somewhere and get dry ? Let 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 knew the fire was quenched
by tbe brick in tbe kitchen etoveHnpe,
but she went down nevertheless any
thing to get away from tbis miserable
mau.
Her mother met her at the stairs with
a pale face and outstretched hands.
"Don't come down, Mollie; the whole
lower floor is flooded; the heater is
out."
Mollie went into the parlor again.
" There isn't one spark of heat in the
whole house," she said to 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.
" Ureat heaven I the roof is leaking I
cried Mra. 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. She walked with a
falterinir sten and beatinor heart ti the
door, opened i', and took one quick gasp
to catch her bre ath. A gust of wind blew
her one braid of hair over her ej c?, 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 lace and all the dainty finery
there, had fallen a prey to the devasta
tion oi the elements, it was ail over.
O mix UTOr, I
She walked
Mollie was pale, but calm.
down Btairs again with a firm step. As
el e went she heard a familiar voice 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 Dalph Dacre, the
sweetest melo3y the world held for poor
little Mollie Muldoon. Nothing could
have kept her then from dssending to
the kitchen floor. It wad wet and cold.
and feebly lighted by the straggling
flume of a solitary lamp, but Mollie sud
denly found it radiant It waa warm, it
was glowing, it was delightful. Dolph
stood there, in his shirtsleeves, holding
the kitchen stovepipe, while Jaok was
extricating the intruding brick. His
luxuriant looks were blown across his
brow, a bar of soot extended Dolph's
mustache, but, oh I the invisible grace
of yonth ! Mollie looked at Dolph with
clasped bands and pleading eye.
Hold on, Jaok," said Dolrh, and
dropped the stovepipe.
" What s tbe row 7 said Jaok, and
looking np, found Mollie clasped to
Dxlph s bursting and exultant heart.
" It 8 all over, Dolph," sobbed Mollie.
I did the best l could, but every-
thing's tpoi'ed. And what's the use ?
All tbe poor man can do is to get away,
n 1 stay away forever.
" 1 11 go for some conveyance for him,
if yon fay bo, Mollie," said Dolph, who
bad a compassionate ht art.
" If you only would, said Mollie.
And be did. Mr. Fithian was quite
in for several weeKs, and somehow in
gaining oue fever ht lost the other. At
all events, whan Mollie was married,
the other day. to Dolph Dacre, among
the wedding presents was a set of silver
from Mr. Fithian; and whether he
meant it for satire or a religious eihor-
bvion nobody knew, but this inscription
was neatly engraved upon tbe coffee urn:
" A foolieh man builds hu honte upon
the sand; and the raia descended, and
the floods came, and beat upon that
house, and it fell, and great was the fall
of it.
Edison's Mystery.
Mr.
Edison has stumbled npon some-
thing
him.
new that puzzles and confounds
For weeks he and bis men have
been at work in his workshop at Menlo
Park, N. J., to perfect tbe electric gen
erators to supply the new electrio light.
The 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 Bee the light that has worried
the holdors of gas stock so long. Iu the
course of this study the great inventor
has run upon something whih he thinks
is a new force, unknown to science. He
thus speaks of it:
" While we weie experimenting with
the electrio light the other night, I got
some more indications of the presence of
some subtle, evasive force that I 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 beat on
one hand and magnetism and .electa ioity
on the other. On bringing a magnet
toward the electrio light, which was then
radiating only heat, the magnet became
charged with this what-do-you-call-it,
bo that it emitted a spark in the dark.
Some of the points which go to show
that it is not electricity are that it does
not respond to any of the physical tests
of electricity exoept tbe spark. It pro
duces no physiological effects like elec
tricity save on the frog. It gives no evi
dence 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 a
room it can yet be drawn off from the
conductor.
Edison is not positive that "what-do-you-call-it"
is a new force, for it might
be some curioua manifestation of eleo-
tvi'iti ta nn.AV AAmiiirmna tiAt snrt4 avt atuv
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 pic
ture of a dog under a tree, and the
work is so artistically done that none
but the best connoisseurs can tell the
bark of the tree from that of the dog.
TIMELY TOPICS.
In the United States there were 1,268
murders in 1878, and ninety-sii persons
were hung. ,
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 thonsand people are
reported to be out of work.
There are now forty-four American
Arms doing business in Japan. The
British population outnumbers the
American by three to one, and there
are eighty-three British firms against
forty-tour American houses engaged in
commercial pursuits iu the empire.
John and Ann Thompson celebrated.
their golden wedding in Baltimore two
years ago, both being of the same age.
The other day Ann died of a paralytic
stroke while at dinner, while John was
stricken with paralysis at supper, and
died on tbe day set for his wife's funeral,
so that both were buried at onoe.
William Coleman, tramp, went into a
New York tailor shop and begged a
scrap of cloth to mend his rags. He was
IriJAU Dl. UUWU UJ bUQ DWID, civ.
went to sleep, and woke np with a howl
of pain. ' A playful tailor had burned
him with a hot iron. In tbe special
sessions the playful tailor was fined $25.
A St. Loai8 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 heading
of a local note in the Nouveau Monde
of Montreal. Gabriel Cloutier.a pious old
man, deemed it his duty to chastise for
intemperance his two grown-up daugh
ters. Tbe girls, however, chastised
him and his mother, and one of them
severely bit the third finger of his right
hand. Next day he took out a warrant
for them, but when he and the polios
men arrived at the factory where the
girls work it was found that the one who
bit him had iust had the third hoger oi
her right hand taken off by a machine.
The policeman was dismissed, for the
old man said that he saw in this curious
coincidence that the finger of God had
been laid in punishment npon the- prin
cipal offender.
Young ladies sometimes elope with
stage drivers, but it is not every one, so
dome, who can claim that a president s
cousin made himself a hermit on that
account. Alvin Harrison, an eccentric
character, and cousin of ex-President
Harrison, has iust died near Oswego,
Kansas, at the age of seventy-three,
He was once a "promising young
lawver of Ohio, and when old Tippe
canoe ran for the presidency young Al
vin went on the stump in bis interest.
Afterward he studied medicine and be
came engaged to a lass who, before the
appointed wedding-day, eloped with a
stage driver. Harrison then Duut mm
a cabin in the aeosno Douoms, wnere,
alone and neighborless, sleeping on
bed of straw and subsiding i 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 in the New York papers
by Cyrus W. Field's proposition to erect
a memorial stone over me spot wnere
Major Andre was hanged, the inscription
to be written by Dean Stanley, oi west-
minster abbey. The following letter
on this subject is from the Evening
Post :
In view of the recent discussion about
a monument on the fpot where Major
Andre was hanged, and an inscription, 1
have " tried my hand at writing one,
which seems to me appropriate, and J
inclose it more for tbe 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 Aodre,
A British Major,
Beutenoed by a Court-AIsrtial
Of WaohiuKton's Army,
Was,
By his Order,
Hanged as a Hpy
October 21 1780,
Aged 29 Years.
Mistaken seal for his King
Brought him to the Fste
Which, by the rules of War,
Was his due;
Yet were his foes moved to spare him,
By the graoes and virtues of the Man,
Whioh endeared him to all hearts;
But tbe 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 Kiohange,
Left Major Andre
To Die.
The American House of Represents.
tives is renewed onoe in two years; the
French chamber, onoe in four years; the
German reiohstug, the Prussian diet
and the Hungarian diet, onoe in three
years; the Italian chamber, once in five
years; while in Great Britain the nom-
inai periou oi tue elective nouae is seven
years.
ITEMS OF INTER I ST.
Cast 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 wn "ii
hammer. A whip.
Egvpt instituted t bosp l-the ear
tals for the insane.
In Spanish, liberty is "libertad.
Think of raising libertad-poles ?
Surly to bed and early to rves never
yet made any one healthy, wealthy and
wise.
" Wise men never make prophecies,"
says sombody. They preier to muse
profits.
He that hath no reverenoe for the
past cannot hope to prosper in tbe
present.
We are the most paradoxical creatures.
We nse 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 intaot? Echo answers, " Tact."
The population of Australia at the
last census was 1,742,294. 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 you'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 see three
canary-bird cages hanging 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 np in the cellar.
When Tom Crvstal was passing along
Cornhill he noticed a sign in a book
store. "Old Books rebound." 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 aa a matter of fact they
don't. Age does not impart resilience
to a printed volume. I'll prove it to
you by actual experiment." So saying,
he took op a second-hand Shakspeare
aud banged it violently on tue noor, ioi-
lowing it by a copy of Milton and Borne
patent office reports. " There, youee
old books don't rebound worth a cent."
Just then he caught the expression of
the bookseller s eye, and bounded ana
rebounded till he reached the sidewalk.
Solemn fact.
Turning the 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 toik their depart-
a . , i j . i-in. l-l . .
ure, put; returned in a iiiiio wuue, anu,
either in a spirit of mischief, or to
avenge some real or fancied slight, de
liberately moved bodily a garden out-
bouse to the front door oi tbe residence.
Onarisinzthenext morning, the old gen-
t'cmsn took in the situation at a glance.
Arming himself with a shotgun, he was
enabled, owing to the snow whioh had
fallen the night previous, to track the
yonng men to the!r respective places of
abode, tie formed ttiem ail in a line,
and at the muzzle of his gnu marched
them to the S' eoe of the r depredation
of the night previous. After summon
ing his daughters to witness the fun, he
compelled the young men 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 especially distressing to one cf the
young men was to find his photograph,
which he bad recently given to one of
the young ladies, conspiouomly tacked
on the door. Shelby (Ay.) Sentinel.
Lost Two Golden Hours."
The following interesting letter we
take from the correspondence column of
the New York Evening Post ;
" During 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 coble anoestors, a
favor that one conlJ scarcely expect out
side of his circle of acquaintances. In
the day nursery was this motto, that I
have su'ce desired to learn the origin of.
If any of your many readers ran aid me.
it will be an esteemed favor to know
whether it may have been original with
him or not:
" 'Lost.
" Somewhere between snurise and sunset.
Two Golden Hours,
Each set with sixty diamond minuUs.
No reward is offered,
As they are gone forever.'
" The beauty and propriety of these
few words have lingered in my mind an I
given sest to my daily efforts. I hope
that they may be of use to others, through
your valuable columnK,"
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