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The Every-Uny Purling.
'.a i.rt:f ;- a brnnty iior genius,
And no yi could call her wise;
In a crowd of oilier women
She would draw no stranger's eyes;
Kvon we who love her are pnmled
To say whore hpr preoionsnoes lies.
She is soivy when others are sorry(
So sweetly, onolikes to bo sad;
Ami U people around her are merry,
8he is almost gladder than glad.
Her sympathy is the swiltest,
The IrueHt a heart efor had;
She is just an evory-day darling,
The dearest that hearts evor had.
Her hands are so white and little,
It soeins as if it wore wrong
They Bhoubjtyever work lor a moment,
Arid yet they are quick and strong.
Many a dear one needs helping
She will work tho whole day long;
The precious evory-day darling,
JCvory day and all day long.
She is loyal as knight wero loyal,
In tho days when no knight lied,
' And lor sake of lovo or of honor,
II need bo, utrue knight died;
Hut she dreams not she is braver
Than1 the women by her sido
This precious every -day darling,
Who makes sunshine at our sido.
Ah, envy her, beauty and genius,
And women tho world call wise;
The utmost of all your triumplra
Would bo empty in her eyes;
To love and bo loved in her kingdom ;
In this her happiness lios,
God bless her, tho every -day darling!
In this her prociousnoss lies.
NORAH.
We had been out all night watching tin
herring-fishers, but as soon as the work was
over, and the faint glimmering of the dawn
appeared in the east, we turned our boat's
bow toward the tdioiv, and pulled swift)
homeward. Tfe lay the group of cur
raghs, still' upon the foci it of their labor,
loaded with phosphorescent fish and drip
ping nets, and manned with crews of
shivering, wejry mcii. The seiy which
during the night had been throbbing con
vulsively, w iiscalin and bright as a poludied
mirror, while the gaunt gray cliffs wkrc
faintly shadowed forth by the lustroiih
light of the moon.
' Wearied with my night's labor I lay list
lessly in the stern of the boat, listening
dreamily to tho measured splash, splash, of
the oars, aud drinking in the beauty of the
scene around me: the placid sea-, the black
outline of the hills and rlifl's, the silently
sleeping vilhigc of Storpoit. Presently,
Ifhwevjr, inyc:irs detected another sound,
which came faintly across the waters, ami
mingled softly with the monotonous splash
ing of the oars and the weary washing of
. the sea.
"Is it a mcnifaid singing?''. I asked,
sleepily.' "The village maids are all
dreaming of their lovers at this hour, but
the Midian Maras sing of theirs. Oh, yes,
it must be a menrraid, for hark ! the sound
is issuing from the shore yonder, and surely
no human being ever possessed a voice hall
. so beautiful!"
To my question no one vouchsafed a re
ply, so flay still hnlf-sleepily and listen, d
to the p'aintive wailing of the voice, which
every moment grew stronger. It came
across the writer like the low sweet sound of
an yEolian harp touched by the summer
breeze; and as the boat glided swiftly on,
brineins it ever nearer, the whole scene
around seemed suddenly to brighten as if
from the touch of a magical hand. Above
me sailed the mooivwcattering pale vi'r"
ous I'ght around her, and touching with
her cool, white hand the mellow thatched
. cabins, lying so secluded on the hillside,
the long t-tietch o 'shimmering sand, (.In
fringe of foam upon the shingle, the peu'kn
of the hills which stood silhouetted against
the pale gray sky.
A white owl passing across the boat, and
almost brushing my check with its wing,
aroused me at length fioni my. torpor. Tho
. sounTTof the voice had ceased. Above my
head a flock of sea-gulls dreamed, and, an
they sailed away, I heard the whistle of the
curlew; little puflins were floating thick an
bees around us, wild rock-doves flew swiftly
from the caverns, and beyond again the
cormorants blackened the weed-covered
rocks. The splash of our oars had for a
moment created a commotion ; presently
all calmed down again, and ngaiu I lu'ard
tJie plaintive wailing of . the mermaid's
voice. -
The voice suddenly ceased, and as it
. did so, I saw that the singer was a- young
girl who, with her hands clasjied behind
her, and her face turned to the moonlit sky,
walked slowly along the shore. Suddenly
she paused, ail while-the sea kissed her
bare feet, and the moon laid tremulous
lipids upon her head, began toting again.
As the last words fell from her, tremulous
lips, and the echoes of the sweet voice faded
far away across, the sea, the boat gliding
gently on ran her bow into the sand, and I,
leaping out, come suddenly face to face
with the loveliest vision I ever beheld.
"Is it' a mermaid?" I asked myself again,
for surely I thought no human being could
be half so lovely. . t
I saw a pate MadontKi-like face set in
wreath of golden hair, on which, the moon
light brVghtened and darkened like the
shadows on a windswept sea. Large lus
trous eyes which gazed earnestly seaward,
then filledwitb. a strange wundtring far off j
look . as thTy turned to my lace. A young
girl clad in a peasant's dress, with her bare
fee, washed reverently by the sighing sea ;
h half parted lips kissed by t he breeze
whicA traveled slowly shoreward ; her
cheeks and neck were pule as alabaster, so
were the little hands which .were still
claspialf-nrvously behind herj and as
she tood, with henhands vartdering rest
lessly first to my face, then ttthe dim line
of the horizon, the moon, brightening with
, sudden splendor, wrapt her from head lo
foot in a mantle of shimmering enow.
-
she titJl
For a moment she HoJi gazing with a
peculiar far-away look into my face; then
with n sigh she tsrned away, and with her
face still turned oceanward, her hands still
clasped behind her, wandered rlowly along
the moon-lit sands.
As she went, fading like a spirit amid the
shadows, I heard again the low sweet sound
of the plaintive voice which had come to
nie across the ocean, but soon it grew fainter
and fainter until only the echoes were
heard.
I turned to my boatman, who now stood
waiting for me to depart.
"Well, Shawn, is it a mermaid?" I asked
smiling.
He gravely shook his head. .
" No, yer honor; 'tis only a poor colleen
wid a broken, a broken heart !
I turned and looked qnestioningly at him ,
but he was gazing at the spot whence the
figure of the girl had disappeared.
" God Almighty, risht the dead I" he said,
reverently raising his hat, " but him that
brouglit such luck to Nora O'Connell de
served His PKrse, God knows."
This incident, coupled with the strange
manner of my man, interested me, and I
beganito question him as to the story of the
girl whose lovely face was still vividly be
fore me. But for some reason or other he
seemed to shun the subject, bo for a time I
too held my peace. But as soon aa I found
myself comfortably seated in the cosy par
lor of the lodge, with a bright turf fire
blazing befsre me, I summoned my hench
man to my presence.
" Now, Shawn," I said, " close tho door,
draw your chair up to the fire, and tell me
the story of the lovely colleen whom we saw
to-niKht."
" Would yer honor really like to hear'
"I would; it will give me something to
dream about, and prevent me from thinking
too much of her beautihil lace.'
Shwnsmiled gravely.
'" yer honor thinks her pretty? Well,
then,ye'll believe me when 1 tell ye that if
ye was to search the counthry at the present
moment ye couldn't find a colleen to match
Norah O'Connell. When she was born the
neighbors thought she must be a fairy
child, she was so pretty and small and
white; and when she got oVJer. there wasn't
a hoy in Storport but would lay down his
life for her. Uoyswid fortunes and boys
widout fortunes triedTlo get. her; and beg
ging yer honor's pardon, I went myself in
with the rest. But it went&e'way wid us
all; Xorah just smiled and said she did not
want to marry. But one day, two years ago
now come this Serapht, that lazy shaugh
r. mi Miles Ioughtv (God rest his soul!)
eiiine over from Ballygallyr and gojng
straight toNornh, widout making up any
.I'iMtcli at all, nsked her to marry him."
AVell?'.'
" Well, yer honor, this time Nornh
brightened U, and. though she knew well,
eoough'that Aliles was a dirty .blackguard
widout a' penny in the world though the
old people said no, and there was plenty o
foi tunes in Storport waitin'on her she-just
went agaiiiHt every oncof them and saidJ
-he must marry Miles. The old people
pulled against her at first, but at last
NoHili, with her smiles and pretty ways,
wm over Father Torn who won over the
1,1 people, till at last they said that-if
Mih s would go for a while to the black
pits of Pennsylvania and earn the money
and buy a house and "a bit of land, he
should marry her.''
I le paused, and for a time there wan si
lence. Shawn looked thoughtfully into the
lire; I' lay buck in my easy chair and
eaivlcssly watched the smoke vhich curled
from my cigar, and as I did so I Beenied to
hear again the wildly plaintive voice of the
girl aa I had heard it before that night:
" I have called my love but he still sleeps on,
And his lips are as.cold as clay;"
and us the words of- the song passed through
my mind, they seemed to tell me the sequel
of the story.
" Another case of disastrous true love,"
I said, turning to Shawn; and when he
looked puzzled, I added, 'Uie died, and she
is mourning him ?"
" Yes, yer honor, he died ; but if that was
all he did we would forgive him. What
broke the poor colleen's heart was that he
should forget her when he got to the strange
land, and marry another colleen at the
time he should have married her; after
that it was hut right that he should die."
" Did he write and tell her he was mar
ried?" " Write? no, nor till he was de.ad either.
Here was the poor colleen watching and
waiting for him for two whole years and
wondering what could keep him; but a few
months ago Owen Macgrath, a boy who had
gone away from the village long ago on ac
co'.nt of Norah refusing to marry him,
came back again and told Npra that Miles
was dead and asked her to marry him. lie
had made hife of morlcy and was ready to
Liake a house and hit of land and to buy up
cattle if she would but say the word to
him."
"Well?"
"Well, yer honor. Nora first shook her
head ind said that now Miles was dead
'twas u! well fr hertodietoo. AtthisOwen
spoke out and aked where was the. use of
Krieving so, since for many month before
his denlh Miles had been a married man!
Well, when Owen said this, Nora never
sooktt a smifle word, tint iter teeth set and
her It pa anil face were white and cold as
clay, and ever since that day she has been
so strange in hVr ways that some think Bhe'a
not right at all. On moonlight nights slie
creeps out of the house and walks by the
sea, singing them strange old songs; then
she looks out as it cxitecling him to come
tu her and light Wr wrong, she'll never
look at another man ! '
As Shawn finished the hall clock chimed
five; the last spark faded from my cigar ;
the turf fell low in the grate; so 1 went to
. i . -i i. .i ..i
lel lo linns over ine myry nionr.
'
During the three days which followed
this midnight adventuie,Storjort was visited
by a deliiue of rum, but on the fourth
morning 1 looked from my window to find
the eartli basked in summer sunshine. The
i.ky was a vtyilt of throbbing blue, llecked
here and there with wavesof summer cloud,
the stretches (ii sand grew golden in the sun
rays, while the saturated hills were bright
as if from the smiling of the sky. The sight
revivified me, and hs soon a mv breakfast
was ovr 1 whistled up uiy dogs and
trolled out into the air.
How bright and beautiful everything
looked after the heavy rain I The ground
was spongy to the tread ; the dew still lay
heavily upon the heather and Jong grass ;
but the sun seemed to lie sucking up the
moisture from the bog. Fverybody seemed
to be out that day; and most people were
busy. Old men drove heavily laden
donkeys along the muddy road; young
girls carried their creels of turf across the
bog; and by the roadsid, close to where I
stood, the turf-cutters were busy.
1 stood for a while and watched them at
their work, and when I turned to go I saw
for the first time that I had not been alone.
Not many yards from me stood a figure
watching the turf-cutters loo.
A young man, with high boot, felt hat
cocked rakishly over one eye, and a vest
composed of all the colors of ,the rainbow.
When the turf-cutters, pausing suddenly in
their work, gazed at him with wonder in
their eyes, he gave a peculiar smile and
asked if they could tell where one Nora
O'Connell lived; he was a stranger here and
brought lies news from the States! In a
moment a dozen fingers were outstretched
to point him on, and the stranger, again
smiling strangely to himself, walked away.
I stood for a time and watched him go,
then I too sauntered on. I turned off from
the road, crossed the bog, and made direct
for the seashore.
1 had leen walking there for some quarter
of an hour, when suddenly a huge shadow
was flung across my path, nnd looking up
again I k-lield the stranger. His hat was
pushed back now, and I saw for the first
time that his face was handsome. His
cheeks were bronzed and weather-beaten,
but his features were finely formed, and on
his head clustered a moss of curling chest
nut hair. He was flushed as if with excite
ment; he cast me a hurried glance and
disappeared.
Five minutes after, as I still stood won
dering at the strange behavior of the man,
my ears were greeted with a shriek which
pierced to my very hert. Punning in the
direction from whence the sound proceeded,
I reached the top of a neighboring sand
hill, and gazing into the valley below me I
again beheld tlie stranger, liiis time Ins
head was bare his arms were outstretched,
and he held upon his breast the half-fainting
form f the lovely girl whom I had last be
held in the moonlight. While I tood hugi
(sling as to the utility of descending, I rVv
the girl gently withdraw herself from&s
arms, then clasping her hands around his
neck, .fall sobbing on his bresst.
" Well, Shawn, what's the news?'' I asked
that night when Shawn rushed excitedly
iido my room. For a time he could tell
me nothing, but by dint of a few well ap
plied questions I soon extracted from him
he whole story. It amounted to this : that
liter working for two years like a galley
slave, in the black pits of 1'ennsylrnnin,
with nothing but "the thought of Nora lo
help him on, Miles Doughty found himself
with enough money to warrant his coming
home; that he wns nlsiut to return to Stor
port, when unfortunately, the day before
his intended departure, a shaft in the coal
pit fell u pan him and he was left for dead ;
that for many months he lay ill, but as soon
as he was fit lo'travel he etarted for home.
Arrived in Storport he was astonished to
find that no one knew him, and he was about
to pass himself oil' as a friend of his own,
when the news of his reported death and
Norah's sorrow eo shocked him that he de
termined to make himself known at once.
",And God help the villain that told tier
he was married," concluded Shawn, " for
he swears he'll kill him as soon as Norah
God bless her! comes out o' the fever
that she's in to-night."
Just three months after that night, I found
myself sitting in the hut where Norah
O'Connell dwelt. The cabin was illumin
ated so brightly that it looked like n spot
of fire upoiy the bog; the rooms in the
house were crowded; and without, dark
figures as thick as bees in swarming time.
Miles Doughty, clad rather less gaudily
than when I first beheld him, moved amidst
the throng, pausing now and again to look
affectionately.at Norah, who, decorated with
her bridal flowers, was dancing with one of
the straw men wV had come to do honor lo
her marriage feast. ' When the dance was
ended she came over and stood beside me.
"Norah," I whispered, " do you remem
ber. that night when I heard you singing
songs upon the sands?"
Her face flashed brightly upon me, then
it grew Jgrave then her eyes filled with
tears. i
"My dear," I added, " I never meant to
pain you. I only,want you to sing a sequel
to those songs to-night !"
She laughed lightly, then she spoke
rapi lly in Irish, and merrily sang the well
known lines:
" Oh, the marriage, the marriage,
With love and my houchul foi me;
The ladies that rido in a carriage
Might envy my marriage to thee."
Then she was laughingly carried off to
join in another dance.
I joined in the ffin till midnight; then,
though the merriment wasBtill at its height,
I quietly Jeft the house and hastPWl home.
As I left the" cabin I, stumbled across a
figure which was hiding behind a turf
stack. By the light of my burning turf I
recognized the features of Owen Macgrath.
He slunk away when he saw me, and never
since that night has he been seen in Stor
port. lichjmcia.
A Big Trunk.
A correspondent of the New York
Commercinl has interviewed Miss Ander
boii, who made such a sensation At New
port with ' her big trunk. By actual
measuremont he found the trunk to bo
seven feet nine inches long, four feet two
inches wide aud live feet threw inches
deep. On the top of the trunk is the
following: "Baggage Smashers: If you
can't lift me, call for moro help. Swear
ing won't make me budge an inch. Re
member the Commandment: 'Thoy
shalt not take tho name of the 'Lord thu
God in vain.' "
Of the 40,0(10 postmasters in the United
States only 2,0(Ktre appointed by tho
Piifsident. and are paid lv salary; the
3H.0O0 others are designated by the Postmaster-General
and are paid in propor
tion to the amount of business done at
they- offices.
A Shocking Fellow.
George Bell, of Portland, Oregon, now
visiting friends in this city, possesses
the remarkable peculiarity of being able
to deliver a shock ns perceptible and dis
tinct as that from a galvanic battery. He
attended the ball given by tho Master
Mariners' Association at IVnai B'rith
Hall, and there created considerable
amusement for those who knew the
secret of his powers by the way in which
he treated the ladies to whom he was in
troduced and with whom he mingled in
the dance. A Chronicle reporter called
upon him at the residence or his brother-in-law,
Vs. F. Peck, on Mission street,
last evening, to request an explanation
of the phenomenon.
' "You can call it a phenomenon or
anything else," said Mr. Bell, " but I can
give no explanation of it. I simply
possess the power of giving these shocks,
and that's about all there is about it. I
don't care about any senseless publicity
on the subject, though you can mention
it if you want to. I will tell you
how it works. There is good deal of
electricity in my system, and when I
catch a person by each hand it seems to
pass fiom me to them. You've seen peo
ple take hold of the handles of a battery ;
well, my hands are just like those
handles. Give your hands and I will
show you."
Mr. Bell took the hands of the reporter
in his and pressed them tightly. A
shock of electricity, in no way differing
from that given by a galvanic battery,
was received.
" You see," said the- living battery,
" when I draw in my breath the elec
tric current seems to acquire great
power." The reporter felt the truth of
the remark as the snarp. prickly sensa
tion increased, as if a hundred invisible
needles were being shot through the
arms.
"There, you have the whole thing,
description and experience, as much as I
can give," said he, as he dropped the
hands of the reporter. .
"I understand you could pick up
needles, Mr. Bell, with your lingers as
with a magnet," said the searcher lor
facts.
"Oh, no, I never could do that. These
stories are always exaggerated, you
know," replied he, as he lit his cigarette
and blew the white smoke out through
the open window.
" I presume it furnishes yourself and
friends abundant amusement when you
desire it," suggested the reporter.
"Well, yes; I can have some fun now
and then. I give the shock, you know,
when no one expects it, and often I
frighten the ladies when 1 place one hand
upon a shoulder and grasp their hand
vith the other. They take it in good
n:irt nearly always, though I now and
then get into a little trouble with those
cross-grained specimens of humanity
who never can take a joke."
"How clothe ladies treat your elec
trieal powers? Are they more fright
cited than tho men?"
"Of course. Did you ever know a
iady who wouldn't scream louder than a
man could when she saw a child fall
down stairs? Those who don't know
mo at all sometimes get frightened; but
the ones who do usually say. ' Oh, how
you shock me, Mr. Bell,' and laugh. I
shock the ladies often, but I can't help
it, you know."
At this point Mr. Bell announced that
he had an engagement to till, and the
reporter withdrew. Ran Franrisjo
Chronicle.
A Miner's Good
Fortune.
There is an Italian in
Nevada City
who owes a fortune to a drink of water.
As the Transcript relates the incident",
lie arrived at the Golden Gate in quest of
a fortune and found his way to the
Sierra Butte mine, where he failed to get
employment. After l'eeeiving numerous
rebuff's, lie started to return to the lower
country again. Ho became so weary,
footsore and disheartened that he began
to wish himself back to sunny Italy once
more, among the vines and olives. He
grew feverish thinking of his trials and
tribulations, and stopped at a spring to
moisten his parched throat. Cattle had
been that way a short time before, and
with their feet stirred up the limpid
water until it became thick with mud.
The Italian scooped out the basin and
waited until the sand should settle to'
the bottom, that he might slake his
thirst and bathe his brow. By-and-by
the water became clear as crystal, and
he stooped to drink. An astonishing
sight met his eyes. The bottom of the
spring was strewn with bright yellow
particles that glittered in their watery
bed. With all his iirnorance of liMfiintr
lie knew lie bad louml go.'il. lie rusliotl
cxcite41v to a camp where live
cu some ot
his countrymen, and told thestors'iit his
discovery, but they were incredulous,
saying that some miner had stooped at
the spring to drink and lost what was
found from his purse. One of them,
however, volunteered to help prospect
the claim, although he had no confidence
in developing a permanent or profitable
one. The first day panned out 7i0.
Since then they have worked it con
stantly and on an extensive scale. It
has paid handsomely from tho first.
Last year they took out $40,000, and sold
onc-quartt r interest for if '20,000 more.
Smalluess of the World.
Dr. Motley, after three years and a
half spent in a voyage of scientific ex
ploration around the world, says the
vogag left a deep impression of the
smaliness of the earth's surface. We
live in the depths of the atmosphere as
deep as the sea animals live in the depths
of the sea. Like these we can crawl up
into tho shallows, or mount at peril in a
balloon; but tho utmost extent of o ur
vertical range is no greater than we can
walk horizontally on the earth's surface
in a couple of hours. If there were land
the entire length of the equator it might
be possible to run around the world in
three weeks. A walk of about four
miles a day would bring a man from
Behring Strait to Cane Hope in about
seven years. The earth as a component
part of the universe may be compared to
a smull isolated island on its surface.
TIMELY TOPICS.
The Massachusetts Society for the
Prevention of Cruelly to Children, find
ing that a great many children run away
from home in all parts of tho United
States and Canada,' and are either lost or
stolen, and that the society is put to a
great deal of trouble to ascertain where
they belong when found, have hit upon
plan to aid in returning children to
their parents, and intend to circulate a
large number of notices like the following
throughout the State : " The parents and
guardians of children within the Com
monwealth of Massachusetts are hereby
requested.to have at least one article of
clothing upon their children plainly
marked with the child's full name and
residence, so as to assist the local police
and M. S. P. C. C. officers in returning
children to their homes when lost or
stolen.
Of all the aerial phenomena with
which the Northwest has been visited
this summer, perhaps the one that
struck New Ulm, Minn., caused the
most laughable scare. The citizens of
New Ulm, as well aa those of the neigh
boring towns of Renville county, had
just supped, wlujn the air suddenly grew
hot not with the heat of summer-evening
sultriness, but with that of fire. So
intense was the heat that people at first,
thought their houses ablaze, and after
ward that some tunnel communicating
with tho realms below had blown out
its terrestrial end. The blast of air
passed from south to north and lasted
about two minutes. Those who ex
pected that the Biblical prophecy about
the destruction of the world by fare was
being fulfilled were soon enjoying a cool
breeze that followed the remarkably hot
one.
Over in the neighborhood of Cleveland
Ohio, there exists an Old Maids' Associ
ation, a society which was organized
seventeen years no. The society has
rigorous laws against the marriage of
auy member. Any one who marries is
subject to a fine of a box of cake or one
hundred big brass pennies, and by a vote
of the society may have the letters U. D.
I. branded upon the solo of the right
foot. The annual meeting was held at
Geauga Lake recently. Seventy ladies
were present. Miss Georgie Nichols,
of Aurora, Ohio, was elected president,
the lady who preceded her in that office
being impeached because, during the
year, she had not only permitted six
members to marry, but had herself gone
and done likewise. Extracts from Ten
nyson's "The Princess" were read. In
the evening a few mild young gentlemen
were permitted to be present during the
boat ride on the lake. Captain C. K.
Henry, one of tho favored, took advan
tage of the occasion to offer a silk ban
ner to the town that next year will send
the largest delegation of old maids.
Napoleon's First Glimpse of Eugenie.
A few nights before the coup d"ctat
which made him emperor, President
I.iOuis Napoleon gave a grand ball at the
Klysee. The wealth and fashion of Paris
were represented there. Perfume of
flowers and strains of sweet music filled
the air. Magnificent as the scene was,
the president tired of it and longed to be
out under the calmer light of the stars;
so taking his friend, Edgar Ney, the
Duke of la Moskwa, by tho arm, he
started out through the conservatory for
the cool gardens. As he stepped through
the doorway a picture met his gaze that
almost took away his breath, and for a
moment he stood as one in a dream. It
was not long, however, before he saw
that the beautiful vision was reality.
Standing before a mirror in the conserva
tory was the most exquisite creature he
had ever seen in his life. A young lady,
whose golden hair had fallen from its
confining comb down over her white
shoulders, was trying to arrange the tru
ant curls with nervous fingers. The gal
lantry of a Frenchman would not permit
him to stand staring in the doorway even
at so beautiful a sight; so, stepping
quickly to her side, the future emperor,
with a courtly bow, ottered his arm to
Ids future bride and conducted her to a
dressing-room where she could repair
the ravages of the dance. It was a case
of love at first sight, and the ardent Na
poleon hastened back to the ballroom,
where he awaited jvith impatience the
return of the beaut lTul Espagnolc. Nor
did his regard for Mile, tie Montijo prove
transitory. His attentions became so
marked' that one day Mine, de Montijo
asked a private audience of the prince,
and told linn that Ins attentions to her
I daughter were the subject of comment.
r,ind that Si
te thought they had belter
leave trance. 1 his was at St. Cloud,
where the mother and daughter were
both paying a visit. No doubt the
prince had made up his mind what to do,
hut princes cannot always lay bare their
plans. The mother was told to stay un
til the next day; that he would have
something of importance to communi
cate or the morrow. Did the ambitious
old lady suspect PAVw York 1I raid.
A SlgnPaInter's Invention.
A woman who opened a small millin
ery store in the western part of the city,
says the Detroit Free Press, engaged a
painter to paint her a sign. When it
came home the other day she saw that it
read: "Mrss, J. Blank," etc., and she
called out, " You have got an extra ' s '
in Mrs., and you must paint tho sign
over again." The painter saw the error,
but he did not want the job of correcting
it, and he replied : " Madam, haven't
you had two husbands?" " Yes, sir."
"You were a Mrs. when you lost tho
first?" "I was.'.' "Anil do you think
a woman can go on marrying forever
and not lengthen out her title? Mrs.
means a married woman or a widow.
Mrss. 'means a woman who has been
married twice, and is young enough to
marry again, and only yesterday a rich
old coon was in our shop, and said if he
had any idea that you were heart-free
hu'd come up " "Oh, well, you can
nail up the sign," she interrupted. And
it is there to-day.
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
Some one asks the difference between a
small boy and a glass of soda water?
Only five cents.
For the daily supply of the British
metropolis about 5,500 beasts are sent to
the Ixmdon market.
The St. Paul Pioneer Press pstimates
that the farmers of Minnesota will reaiizo
$10,000,000 for their wheat crop this
year.
Dentistry is not new. A four-thousand
year old mummy has been discovered
with a filled tooth and the unpaid bill in
his pocket.
The widow of Commodore Vander
bilt, among her other charities, is credit
ed with supporting thirty-four families
in the South.
The Emperor of Austria speaks fluent
ly nearly every one of the various lan
guages in which the inhabitants of his
empire-kingdom converse.
A girl, getting oft a train at Cape May,
was asked if she might be helped t
alight and she replied that she did not
smoke. New York Herald.
A physician says ice-cream exhausts
the vital forces." For " vital forces,"
read pocketbooks. It only exhausts the
vital forces of the young man who, while
out promenading with his girl, is making
herculean efforts to dodge a dozen ice
cream signs. Norristown Herald.
The potaler bug idly swung in the breeze,
While he watched two furm boys with their
machine,
And suid, as he adjourned to some neighbor
ing trees,
"It they think they can catch me, that pair
is green."
VV. J. Lampton, in SatuntavAighl.
Mr. Worth, of New Harrison, Wis.,
was a remarkably handsome young man.
He was engaged to marry Miss Dakin, a
wealthy girl. She pointed what she
thought was an empty pistol at him and
shot him in the face, disfiguring him ter
ribly. She now refuses to keep the en
gagement, saying that such sin ugly
husband would make her constantly
nervous.
Mr. Tom Taylor, editor of the London
Punch, and dramatist, has a house that
i simply stuffed with pictures. There
is hardly a square inch of wall uncovered-
In one apartment, used as a summer
room for reading, working or painting,
the walls are covered entirely with prints
of Sir Joshua Reynolds' paintings ; nnd
opening from this is a chamber dedicated
t o sculpture, where an owl perches fami
liarly on a bust of Minerva. Chivy, as
(his bird is called, is a great favorite in
the family, and very friendly with his
master, though shy with strangers.
On an average there lie in the docks at
London 1,000 vessels, carrying 9,000 sail
ors. Tho docks cost about 100,000,000,
and are constructed of solid granite, with
huge gbtes, which are opened when the
tide is at the full for the egress and in
gress of vessels. When the tide begins
to fall the gates are closed, and as the
ships are always at the same level there
is no chafinz and no inconvenience aris
ing from the action of the tide. The
warehouses surrounding these docks are
of the jjVt colossal dimensions, and are
stored jh merchandise from every
quarter oTthe globe.
THE HAKEll'S LOAF SONG.
I kneed thee every hour,
My darling sweet tart dear;
Dough-nut dis-pies my love",
Or turu-over a deiit'ear.
II quite often I do loaf,
I surely am well bread, '
And rank among the upper crust,
I am no mulllu head.
Although I like to crack-er joke,
I am a pi-ous man ;
At hops I make a bun-dance,
As well as any can. 11
Dough not think I wish to sponge;
In your e-steam I'd rise;
Star of tho yeast but shine on me,
With love light in your eyes.
Toronto Graphic.
Words of Wisdom.
Adversity is the balance to weigh
friends.
Ignorance is a subject for pity; not
laughter.
A knowledge of mankind is necessary
to acquire prudence.
Choose those companions who admin
ister to your improvement.
Truth is hid by great depths, and the
way lo it docs not appear to all the
world.
Conversational powers are susceptible
of great improvement by assiduous cul
tivation. The frienships of youth are founded
on sentiment ; the dissensions of age re
sult from opinion.
Flowers sweeten the air, rejoice the
eye, link us with nature and innocence
and are something to love.
The business of life is to go forward ;
he who sees evil in prospect meets it on
the way ; but he who catches it by retro
spection turns back to find it.
Affections, like spring llowers, break
through tho frozen ground at last, and
the heart, which seeks but for another
heart to make it happy, will never seek
in vain. ,
It is very pleasant to see some men
turn round, pleasant as a sudden rush ot
warm air in winter, or tho flash of tire
light in the chill dusk; they shed radi
ance on all around them.
All useless misery is certainly folly,
and ho that l"els evils before they come
may be deservedly censured, yet surely
to dread the future is more reasonable
than to lament tho past.
Mountains never shako hands. Their
roots may touch, they may keep together
somo way up, but at length they part
company, and rise into individual, iso
lated peaks. So it is with great men.
The beginning of hardship is like the
first taste oi bitter food it seems for a
moment unbearable: yet, if there is not h -ing
else to satisfy oiir hunger, we take
another bite and find it pos.ihle to go
on.