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The Rattle or the Bones.
How many bones in the human face T
Foortoen, when they're all in place.
How mnny bones In the human head ?
, Kiglit, my child, as I've olten said. .
How many bones in the human eurT
Throe in each, and they help to hear.
How many hones in the human spine T
Twenty-Biz, like a climbing vine.
How many bones in the human cheHtT
Twenty-lour ribs, and two of the rest.
How many bones theshouldeis bind?
Two Jn ohoU one bolore, one bohind.
How ninny bones in the human arm T
In each arm one; two in each forearm.
How n.Tuiy hones in tlio human wrist ?
Eight in ach, if none are laisned.
How many hones in the palm of the hand T
Five in mch. with mnny ahum!.
How tunny hones in the Angers ten T
Twont y-eifcht, and by joints they bend.
How mnny bones in the human hip T
One in eiich like a diali they dip.
How many bones in the human thigh ?
One lii each, and daop they lie. ' "V
How many bones jn the human knees?
One in each, the kneepan, please. ,
How many bones in the leg Irom the knee T
Two iu oaoh we can plainly see.
How mary bones in the ankle strong T .
ei i .... i .
coven in tniuu, uui nuquire long.
How many bones in the ball of the foot ? '
Five iu eaoh, as the palms were put.
How many bones in the toes half a score 1
Twenty-uiht, and there are no more.
m
And now, altogether, these many bone tlx,
And they count in the body, two hundred and
six.
And then we have, iu the human mouth
Ot upper and under, thirty-two teeth.
And now and then have a bone I should think,
That tonus on a joint or to fill up a chink.
A scKfimolJ bjr.e or a wonnian we call,
An aow wo may re-t lor we've told them a'l.
Jndiancpoli Sentinel.
An Unexpected Meeting.
.. i, ii '.
it was a small, one-story frame struc
ture, presenting some of the character
istics of a cabin and cottage, built only
a little way in from Die road, and ap
proached from it by a narrow wooden
bridge, undef which meandered, in
temperate seasons, a geptle stream, but
which, in the .fervid vigw of the sum
mer and the rigor of the winter, was
dry mid silent.
Away down in a meadow behind this
little sentry-box was a large farmhouse,
with it colony ot smaller buildings
springing up about it, and back of those
waa wood, rising precipitously! to the
brow of a protecting hill.
In summer-time this homestead of
Farmer Gilman was a smiling, shady
place to look upon, as was, indeed, all
tho country in which nestled the ham
lot of Fairbank, distant a couple of
miles away; but now that the iron fet
ters of winter were on everything, it
looked cold, cheerless and uninviting.
It had been 6nowing all day snow
was everywhere. It was ton the rich
pasture lands, on the closely-shaven
meadows, on last year's tillage; it
crowned fences, and maintained a pre
. carious existence on the roofs of houses ;
it rendered sightless gaps in broken
roads, and lent a treacherous expansion
to h'ghways; it, la short, blotted ou
the ordinary landmarks, and was on
great, whitestaring eyesore on the face
of the landscape.
Night had come on, and with It in
creased activity on the part of the storm.
It was bitttrly cold, too, and there was
an edgo on the air like a knife.
It was a night to enjoy a grateful
meal and a comfortable fireside, and
this was what May Sefton was prepar
ing for her father's return in the little
cottage by the roadside.
Tho ample stove was aglow with the
crackling wood-tire; the bright lamp
light illumined the neat, decorous little
kitchen; the old easy-chair wore a look
of expectation as it stood by the table
that awaited the burden of the substan
tial suppf, and the blue-eyed rose-bud
herself was blithely singing snatches of
a ditty, as if in defiance of the gloom
and storm without.
FoAi dozen years and upward May
Seftol had occupied this same abode
with her father, and had been his sole
companion and housekeeper.
About that time George Sefton had
made his first appearand in Fairbank,
bringing with him littleeise than a fair,
sweet child of four or five years old,
and carrvine about him an air of sup
pressed suilering that silenced in
quiries, albeit that it somewhat excited
curiosity. But this curiosity was sat
isfied and turned to sympathy when it
was leared that the stranger had re
cently buried his partner, and that the
golden-Laired child he so tenderly cher
islipd wis motherless.'
orge Sefton had not furnished Fair
bank with this information in eomany
words. From the dav of his arrival
to tlio time whereof we write, he had
never opened his lips on the subject of
his antecedents.
. Abraham Gilnian, or old Abe, as lie
was more universally called, to distin
guish him froi a younger Abe, had
once asked George, when they weie
working in the fields together, if he was
not a widower like himself, whereat
Abe's new employee had bent his head,
and then maintained a silence so impres
sive that the lact was taken for granted,
a: 1 never after discussed.
As for May, if questioned on the sub
ject, ebe could only tell ot a big town
and a large house, and a fine lady that
used sometimes to kiss her, and who,
one night, he was told by her lather,
had died and was burled away for evefr
more.
"Six o'clock," cries May, stopping
her warbling to laugh np in the face of
tho old clock that chimed the hour.
Six o'clock," she laughs, as she turns
tho fragrant rashers in the oven, and
casts a searching glance at the table to
see that it contains all her own home
made dainties. "Father will be here
Fresently. 1 wonder If Abe will
lush, you naughty thing," she adds,
under her breath, and pressing her
hands to her rosy mouth, as she hears a
crunching sound drawing nigh.
The sound draws nearer till It stops
outside, when there is a scraping and
stamping of feet, and then the door
opens, and a fragrant, warm smell, and
a bright gleam of light, and a smile ot
delicious youth and innocence stream
out in the face of the night and salute
the intruders.
The first to enter is a man, tall, and
slightly bent, with a thin, aged face,
and a fair, long beard, plentifully leav
ened with gray hairs. He bends down,
with an air not quite in keeping with
his homely garb, and irrprfsses a fer
vent kiss on the sweet, upturned face
that greets him. He then steps aside
with a courteous movement and dis
closes the figure of a robust youth, with
a beardless face wreathed In smiles,
half-diflidcnt. half-assured, altogether
guileless.
" Come ' Inv Abe," says the little
hostess, as be beams at her from the
doorway.
Smiling, Abe insinuates himself past
her, without a word, merely rubbing
the top of his frost-smitten nose by way
of salutation.
In or about this hour, Abe Gilman
generally insinuated himself into the
presence of May, and beguiled his even
ings in the company of her and her
father. George Sefton had some books
which greatly interested him, especially
when read to him by the owner or his
daughter, and he occasionally borrowed
one, though frequently puzzled by some
of the words; for Abe was not much of
a scholar, but he had a taste for litera
ture, and lor May's society, which was
a sort of education in itself.
" You haven't had supper? Abe," said
May, invitingly, to the visitor, with a
peep at him that might have upset a
more confident youth.
"I'm just goin' back to it." said Abo,
.apologetically. ' I only kem for a book
yer latiipr promised to loan me."
" Better stay for supper now, Abo,"
said George Sefton, in his quiet but
kindly way.
" Don't require to be coaxed too much
before you consent," said Mav, with
mock gravity, and a merry twinkle in
her blue eye, that Kent Abe into a con
vulsive titter, and brought him to the
table without further parley.
" Who went to Fairbank to-day P" in
quired May, when she had set the meal
in full motion.
" Abo, my dear; he brought you your
paper," answered her father. " I was
chopping wood all day; much warmer
work eh. AbeP"
. " Yes, sir," returned Abe, with an
emphasis on the second word that left
no mistake as to his thorough agreement
with his friend's opinion. "I never
thought I'd get home. There wasn't a
soul to bo seen in the village, 'cept what
was keepin' the stove warm in the store
There was a lady that kem by the cars,
an' she wanted to. start straight away
for Mansfield, an' she offered ten dollars
to any one that'd take her, an', by golly,
sir, she aouldn't to save her life git one
that'd face it."
" She was a trump," laughed May,
" and she'd face it herself?"
" Yes, by golly, she would that," said
Abe: "but she had' so many shawls,
an' furs, an' wraps with her, that I
think she could have slep' In the snow
for a week without being frozen."
" It's a nasty road from hero to Mans
field, Buch a night," said George Sefton ;
but that was a stiff price."
" She may get some onethat'll take
her yet," said May.
" She may, and she mayn't." said Abe,
grinning comfortably at the fire. " If
Jack Price was around, I don't think he'd
let so much money go. I think he'd
skin himself an' that horse of his for the
whisky that ten dollars'd buy. "
" I fear he'd run tho risk of it, Abe,"
said George, Bmiung. t'oor Jaclc is a
rare fellow for his whisky,"
" Hush !" cried May, " this is a sleigh
coming now; I'm sure I heard the bells
Perhaps it's she. Look and see, Abe."
"Ha couldn't see his finger outside.my
dear," said her father, taking down his
pipe off the mantle and filling it, whilst
Abe rose to poep out.
The tinkling sound advanced rapidly.
but it was dark as pitch, and sleet and
snow were traveling furiously with the
wind.
Abe could see nothing from the door
step, so ho ran down to the wooden
bridge that spanned the frozen stream.
He could now discern the dark object
coming furiously toward him, but lie
noticed, with anxiety, that it was ia
dining dangerously near the side ot the
road on which was tre little ravine.
Onward came the snorting horse at
the top of his speed, but closer and closer
to the brink of the highway.
Abe raised his hands and voice la
alarm to the driver, but his warning
was not heard, or heard too Lite, for the
next instant the hore and sleigh had
tumbled into the bed of fronen water.
The hoarse cry of a man in pain and a
stifled moan reached the ears of the
horrinid Abe, as he shouted out
" Ueoree ! George I"
. But George, who had heard the crash
was on hand a moment alter the acci
dent with a lantern, and. taking the
situation in at a glance, first released the
furiously struggling horse, and then
lifted up the heavy sleigh that had cooi-
Dletely turned over on the occupants
. Jack Price for he it was was so full
of Whisky that, when he regained his
liberty, he scarce felt the pain of his
broken arm and bruised and bloody
face.
George Sefton had already raited the
other traveler In his arms, and a
troubled lor k had gathered on his brow.
" Take that druken fellow back to the
village. Abe." he said, when Jack Price
and his vehicle were once more In run
ning order; "and make all tho haste
you can bacK witn fie doctor, i tear
this is a serious case."
Is it the lndy. father P" eaid May,
who had come iorward and was hold
ing the lantern, as George clambered up
to the road with the unconscious bun
dle in his arms.
" I suppose so. Mav." he replied, Kn
owing uer into the cottage. "Who
ever it is, is, I dread, badly hurt."
May drew the lounge close to the fire.
and on it the insensible woman was
laid.
Abe did not exaggerate when he
stated that the lady was well protected
from the weatlier. one was wrapped
and muffled up till her -face was no
longer vUihle. and Mav'a first tfl'orts
were directed to relieve her from some
of this now unnecessary covering.
George Sefton was bending anxiously
over the two women, watching lor a
glimpse ot the stranger s face.
When it was revealed to nim, gnastiy
white, but still aggressively beautiful,
his breathing for a moment ceased,' and
a scared expression lit up his mild, bluo
eyes.
May, too. was startiea at., me sigut ot
the death-like face; but when she
glanced up at her lather, and beheld his
ashrn countenance and trembling form,
she was filled with terror. :
" What is it, father?" she exclaimed.
Do you think, hen, she's dead?"
His dazed look wandered from, the
prostrate figure on the lounge, and
rested on the innocent being kneeling at
her side.
"No, I don't think she is," he replied,
at length, in a voice scarcely above a
whiBper.
The scared expression in ins lace had
stolen into his voice, and it was hushed
and frightened. -
Tears welled up into Mays eyes, ana
drop:ed on the cold hands she was
chafing. '
The lady, after a while, showed' symp
toms of returning consciousness. Be
yond her pallor and insensibility, she
presented no outward sign ol injury.
" I don't think she's much hurt,
father," eaid May, leaning tenderly over
her patient, the tears still glistening lik
pearls on her eyelashes; but, noting,
with hope and pleasure, the increasing
evidences of animation. .. -
He made no response to May's re
mark, but continued to stare Btraight
down at the pallid, beautiful face of the
lady.
Suddenly a nair of eves, larger and
more liquid than May's, but of the same
azure hue, are opened out upon him,
and the conscious woman is scrutiniz
ing his weird, haggard countenance.
For a brlct moment a crimson liusu
banishes the pallor, and the hands- that
May holds are clutched convulsively.
Then the red blood deserts the face
again, and it becomes ten times more
livid, l lie beautnui, liquid eyes oroop
abashed before the man's gaze, and trav
erse searchingly the room, till they rest
on May kneeling by her.
I'm not deceived, then," sne leebly
mutters. Is this"
Her voice broke the spell, or sluror
that had seized George Sefton at the
first glimpse of her, and, in a low and
decisive tone, he eaid :
You mustn't epeak just now,
madam, till the doctor arrives, and we
know what's the trouble. Prepare your
bed for this lady, May," he added, mo
tioning the young girl to her room,
gravely.
May had scarcel y disappeared, when
he was at the woman's side, whisper
ing excitedly in her ear :
" You mustn t let ner Known notumg.
It's better for her it's better for you.
I don't want to reproach you now. I
don't know what strange . fatality
brought you to my cabin to-night; but
whatever it was leave us leave her in
the peace and innocence that you have
found her. Since the hour that you de
serted her I've led her to believe you
dead. I've striven to hide you and
your sin from your child with tho
charitable mantle of the grave, and for
that sole purpose I've since hidden my
self here. Don't seek to undeceive
her. Iiet her still think of you with re
gtet. Let her memory of you continue
to be a fragrant one." .. ,.
The errinit woman ' listened with
closed eyes and blanched cheeks to the
man s passionate worns.
"May 1 kiss herr was all she fal
tered.
"Yes. if"
Mav entered, and George Sefton moved
away, and Hung himself into a chair in
a far corner ot tue room.
Mav resumed her watch by the lady's
side, taking the cold, slender hands once
more m hers, she noticed that the
lovely eyes, which were turned with in
finite tenderness op her, were dimmed
with tears, aud .that the hands she
clasned pressed hers caressingly.
I he monotonous tic:, tick:, of the old
clock was all that broke the silence of
the room.
The lady closed her eyes, and May
was beginning to think that she was er
ing to sleep, when a sweet voice whis.
pered in her ear:
Kiss me, uarnng.
The young girl crept closer, aad wind
ing her arms round the woman's neck,
wrapped the poor soul in her chaste em
brace.
Was it the instinct of love or pity?
When George Sefton awoke from his
painful reverie an hour later to admit
Abe Gilman and the doctor, he found
the two women asleep, the elder resting
on the bosom oi tne younger. The
girl was easily aroused, but the other
awoke no more.
The friends who came for the dead
woman knew not the unhappy husband
under his assumed name and altered an
pearanee.and May never learned that her
mother had passed out of thespheieof
sin and shame in her arms.
Her lather lived long enough to see
he-; the happy wile of Abe (iilmwn, nnd
tben passed away, carrying his grsret
with liiin.
TIMELY TOPICS. ,: .
It is proposed to build In certain dis
tricts on tne western frontier of Kan
sas churches made of sods. A few such
already exist. The walls are of sods,
the roofs are covered with sods,
and the floors are of earth. A church
can be built, in size about 26x38, for
an outlay in money of only $10, and
this has already been done in at least
one instance. A wall of soda, if prop
erly built, and protected, will last 100
years. Itoofs of shingles and floors of
wood are greatly to be desired, but, of
course, they add very much to the cost
of a church. .
Germany, with a population of 42,
000,000 has 60.000 schools and an at
tendance of 6,000,000 pupils; Great
Britain and Ireland, with a population
of 34,000,000 has 58,000 schools and
3,000,000 pupils ; Austria-Hungary, with
a population of 37,000,000, has 30,000
schools and 3,000,000 pupils; France,
with a population of 37,000,000, has 71,
000 schools and 4,700,000 pupils: Spain,
with a population of 17,000,000, has 20,
000 schools and 1,600,000 pupils; Italy,
with a population of 88,000,000, has 47,
000 schools and 1,900,000 pupils; and
Russia, with a population of 74,0( 0,000,
has 32,000 schools and 1,100,000 pupils.
Glucose manufacture is making an ex
citement in the maize districts of the
West, the factory at Buffalo and ita re
markable success being the prime stim
ulant. Half a dozen establishments
have been planted within a month in
Indiana, Illinois and Iowa- Cyrus Mc
Cormick and others have, it is said,
put $650,000 Intft one at Chicago. It is
to have capacity of 20,000 bushels a
day, which is the equivalent of 300 tons
of sugar. A bushel of corn, costing
about forty cents, produces thirty
pounds of grape sugar, or three gallons
of syrup. This sugar, which costs them
net two cents per pound, they can sell
at from three and one-half to four cents,
while the three gallons of syrup can be
sold at from thirty-live to forty cents a
gauon. '
One of the Irish parish priests to
whom Mr. Red path, the New York
Tribune correspondent, sent a letter of
inquiry concerning the distress caused
by Jamme. says : " It would be impos
sible for me to individualize, where hun
dreds and hundreds in my parish are in
this state. May . God, in His mercy,
open wide to us the American heart.
In It, under God. is our hope. A better
day, I trust, is coming; and when it
comes and when the merry word and
joyous laugh are again heard, believe
me. though we forget evervthine e so
connected with the dread times of the
year 1880, we shall never, never forget
America, who. by beingthe true friend
in need.' proved herself to be the friend
indeed."' Another priest writes: "My
house is actually besieged from earlv
dawn till late at night by hundreds of
ragged, hungry-looking persons, most
. i r i ..I . .
piieousiy ('raving uuu ciumormg 101 re
liet. JNo amount ot private charity. I
fear, will be sufficient to meet the
present appalling distress."
Professor Swing, the wM-known
Chicago minister, thinks it must be ac
cepted as a fact that there is great suf-
lering in Ireland to-day. and that the
money forwarded from this land, and
from all lands, and from Lngland her
self, is the tribute due from the fortu
nate to the unfortunate in an era
which declares all men to be brethren.
If the grasshoppers in Nebraska made
outside help necessary, it the yellow
fever in the South demanded an upris
ing in Northern charity, so the famine
in Ireland proclaims that another time
has come for help to pass over from the
strong to the weak. The utter failure
of crops for several seasons has made it
impossible for parents to bu j new cloth
ing lor the children, and hence the
awful scene of several little ones wrapped
in one ragged blanket, at once without
X 1 1 i A A. . , C
khju iuiu wiuiioui . covering.. ieiore
theso repeated failures of crops there
were thousands in this afflicted coun
try who were just on the edge of star
vation. In good times these had not
enough food or clothing, and now that
tue crops have tailed tor three consecu
tive seasons, it ought not to require
much more than a rumor to convince
one that there must be great distress in
many parts ol the Irish country.
He Remembered Exactly.
A lying witness will often tell a very
glib story, but he generally fails to
guard all his weak points. At a recent
trial in court the following took place in
attempting to prove an alibi:
Attorney S, ' You say that Ellis
plowed for you all day on the 20th of
November?
Witness referring to his note-book
Xes.
S.-What did he do on the 30th?
W. We chopped wood.
S.-On the 3 1st P
W. That was Sunday, and we went
squirrel hunting. .
S. What did he do on the 3ad
W. He thrashed wheat on that day
S. What did ho do on the 33d?
W. It was raining, and he Bhaved
out some handles.
S What did he do on the3ith?
W. He chopped wood.
S. What did he do on the?
But before the question could be fin
ished, the witnesses's wife seized him by
the collar and whisked him outside of
the witness-box, yelling in his affright
ed ear
" You old fool don't you know there
are only thirty days in the montli ot
November?"
When old Mr. Higglnsworth was
asked if ho took a newspaper, he replied
tli at "since our member of Congress has
stopped sending me the Uonuressw na
Hi cord I don t lake any, but I guess
kin get along without it. It never
uives much news anyhow..4. Paul
" Mother, Hare We Any Meal This
Day 1" j
Mr. Redpath. the New York Tribune
correspondent sent to Ireland to Inquire
into the condition of the famine-stricken
people, has received many letters from
parish priests detailing a deplorable
state of affairs. The following letter
from Rev. John J. O'Keanc, dated
Dramore West, is a tale of suffering that
ought to move a heart of stone :
The area of this parish is over 10,000
acres, the greater part or which ii bog
and mountain, and the remaining por
tion, with the exception of a couple of
hundred acres of grazing land, consists
of poor marshy lowlands. The average
size of the holdings is between six and
eight acres, and the population, Includ
ing all denominationsr is about 600
families, nearly 4.000 individuals. Over
400 families are dependent on the relief
committees, and 100 families in the
parish are almost entirely in want of
clothing, and the children in a state of
semi-nudity. '
On bunday morning last, as I was
about going to church, a poor young
woman, prematurely aged by poverty,
addressed me. Being in a hurry I said :
' I have no time to speak to you. Mrs.
Calpin; are you not on the relief list?"
Jo, lather." she answered, "and we
ere starving." Her appearance caused
me to stop. he had no shoes, and her
wretched clothing made her a picture
of misery. I asked her why her hus
band had not come to speak to me. Her
reply was: ,4IIe has not had a coat
for the last two years, and this being
Sunday did not wish to trouble Thomas
Feeney for the loan of one, as he some-
les lends one to him." "Have you
any other clothes beside what I see on
you?" "Father. I am ashamed " was
the reply ; " I have not even astitch of
underclothing." " How many children
have you?" "Four, father." "What
are their ages?" "The eldest, a boy,
eight years ; a girl, seven ; another four,
and a little one on the breast." " Have
they any clothes?" "No, sir; you
might remember when you were passing
last September you called into the
house, and 1 had to put the children
aside for their nakedness." " Have you
any bedclothes P" "A couple of guano
bags." "How could you live for the
last week ?" " I'll tell you, sir. I went
to my brother. Martin McGee. of Far-
relinfarrel, and he gave me a couple of
porringers ol Indian meal each day,
from which I made Indian gruel, of
which I gave the husband the biggest
portion, as he was working in the
helds." " Had you anything lor the
children?" "Oh, father," she ex
claimed, " the first question they put me
in the morning is, ' Mother, have we
any meal this day?' If I say I have.
they are happy ; if not, they are sad nnu
commence to cry." At these words she
showed great emotion, and I could not
remain unmoved. This is one of the
many cases I might adduce in proof of
the misery of my people.
The Chinese Theater.
In the north of China every town and
every large village boasts of its perma
nent theater, while the inuabitants of
other villages, too small to be so fortu
nale, find little difficulty in extemporiz
ing theaters of mat and bamboo on any
chance arrival of an itinerant troop of
actors. As long as the visit of these
wandering players last, the people of
the district give themselves up to tue en
joyraent of the holiday. Larly each
morning tne roads Irom all the country
round may be seen crowded with peo
ple, the poorer ones on loot. f.nd. it id
the north of China, the wealthier classes
on mules or in carts, all tending to the
one point of attraction ; the women gay
in blue, red or green silks, and tho men
in their best and brightest attire. If wo
lollow this pleasure-seeking crowd, we
enter a theater built in the form of a
parallelogram, at one end of which is a
plat lor m, generally, though not always,
as wide as the building. The platform
is divided breadthwise by a wooden par
tition with two entrances, the Iron t part
forming tne stage, and the rear portion
serving the purposes oi green room
property room and abode of the troupe.
The body of the theater, answering to
our pit and stalls, is without seats or
partitions; while above and encircling
the whole are the boxes in which the
women and principal subscribers have
their places. If the district should be
a very poor one the probability is that
we nnd ourselves opposite a covered
stage or an open piece of ground, in
front ot which the carts of the visitors.
full of their occupants, are arranged in
a Bemi-circle, thus forming the walls of
a truly 1 lies pian theater. Within this
enclosure stands a densely packed, good
natured, eager crowd, whose power of
standing is only equ&ied by their po er
of unflagging enjoyment. No money is
taken at the doors. The troupe is ten
erally hired either by a private indi
vidual or by a public subscription for a
certain number of days, and tree admiS'
sion is granted to every one. The per
formances last from trie early morning
until late in the evening, with short in
tervals between each four or five pieces.
The acting, generally speaking, is good.
tor the Chinese are naturally quick of
observation, and are thus able, in every
day life, to catch easily the tone of those
with whom they associate, and on the
stage to assume the characters they wish
to represent. The possession of these
faculties is the more important, as the
actors get very little guidance from the
play book, which almost entirely con
tide their directions to " enter." " exit '
and "njiide " or as the Chinese literally
translated means, " ascenV "de.cend,,'
and " turn the back and Bay." CotUeni-
porary Review.
A certain painter was bragging of his
wonderlul command ol color to a irtend
one dav. His lriend did not beem U
take it uuite r.ll in. " Why," exclaimed
the painter, "do you know that there
are but three painters in the world, sir.
who understand color?" "And who
arc they?" at last asked the friend
"Why. sir. I am one, and and and
and I forget the name of thtother two !
, A TTelrd Fancy.
If the dead, lying under the grasses,
Unseen linger near the bwreft,
Having knowledge and sense oi what pass
In the hearts and homes they bar left.
What tear-drops, than soa-waters sltr,
Must tall whan they see all the itrtte
When they see how ws full, how wo taltor,
How we miss in the duties of lit.
Ii the great, who go ont with their iacs
Bedewed by a weeping world's tears,
Stand near and see how their plsoee)
Are filled, while the multitude cheer
Ii the parent, whose back ia bent double
With delving for riches and gold,
Lends an er to the wrangle and trouble
About htm, before he ia cold;
If the wile, who left weeping and sorrow
Behind her, bends down Irom oboro,
And beholds the tears dried on the morrow,
And the eyes newly burning with lore;
If the gracious and royal-sonled mother,
From the silence and hush ol the tomb,
Can hear the harsh voice ot another,
Slow -blighting the fruit of ber womb;
II the old hear their dearly -forgotten
Rejoicing that burdens are gone;
If the young know how soon they're for
gotten,
While the mirth and the reel go on
What sighing of sorrow and anguish
Most sound through the chambers of space ,
What desolate spirits must languish
In that mystio and nndescribed place 1
Then life were a tarce with ita burden,
And death but a terrible est 1
But they cannot. The grave gives ita goer don
Of silenoe and beautiful rest.
ITgMS OF INTEREST.
M. de Iesseps never indulges iu alco-
holio beverages.
The number of families living in New
York city is 213,467.
A hoarse shoo never brings good luck
to a foraging hen. Wheeling Leader.
Peter Cooper has a fine collection of
Greek and Roman coins which he has
been gathering during the last fifty-nine
years.
A slab of wood marks the grave of
Stonewall Jackson's mother, who was
buried on an eminence 700 feet above the
river at iiawk's Nest, Virginia. ,
The proverb, " Every bullet has Its
billet," is said to have originated in a
superstition common among soldiers
fifty years back that their name was
written on the bullet that stretched
them dead.
He told her that be loved her
In tones so solt and mellow;
But she said she couldn't marry him,
For she'd asked another fellow.
( rhis is lean-year.)
Steubtnvillt Herald.
" Two sisters of Glasgow got mad st
a plumber and threw him out of the
filth story window." nut ue got even
with the sisters. lie charged them
double time from the iinute he left the
window until he strurk the sidewalk.
Norrirtown Ilerald.
In digging the Suez canal Egyptian
workmen were forced to make hods of
their backs, placing their hands behind
them and clamping the leit wtist with
the right hand. Boys under twelve
years of age were made to do this It is
hardly neceasary to add that thousands
pemucd under such lniiuman treat
ment. A uhvsician at Areata". Cal.. had for
a patient a girl for whom he entertained
high regard, as she waa tue dauguier
of an intimate friend. He could not
cure her. however, and she died with
out the exact nature of her disease be
ing discovered. Immediately on hear
ing of her death he accused himselt of
lack ot medical emu, ana committee
suicide.
There hangs in the office of the Walla-
Walla ( W.T.) Statesman the sign under
which the Nez Perces fought and sur
rendered to General Howard in the war
of 1877. It is nothing more than the
skin of a red fox, with the exception
that at the base of the neck there is a
scalp lock. When fighting at Bear Paw
mountain, this was nung up on a nign
pole, as a sign that they would use all
the cunning and strategy of that animal
while fighting.
Two gushing Boston girls were walk-
ing'one day in the suburbs of the Hub,
when they stumbled on a little old-tash-ioned
mile stone, forgotten in the march
of improvement. One of them stopped.
and parting tue grass discovered tne
half-effaced inscription, ; " I. m. from
Boston." upon which she exclaimed,
ecstatically : " Here is a grave, perhaps,
of some young girl who wished it writ
tenon her tombstone, V from Boston.'
How touching! so simK jnd so ufa-
cient!"
An erring husband, who had ex
hausted all explanations for late hours'
and had no apology ready, recently
slipped into the house, about two
o'clock, very softly, denuded himself
tentlv, and "began rocking the cradte
by the bedside, as if he had been
awakened out of a sound sleep
by infantile cries. He had rocked
away for ten minutes, when Mary Jane,
who had silently observed the whole
maneuver, said, " Come to bed. you
fool I the baby ain't there." Toronto
Graphic.
There are at present in Europe 719
princes and princesses, each having a
claim more or less remote to a rrown.
The one with the greatest number of
titles is the Emperor of Austria, Francis
Joteph. In addition to his title as em
peror, he is nine times king, once arch
duke, twice grand duke, eighteen time
duke, four times margrave, five times
count prince, twice prince, and many
times count and lord. His cartes t
visite make the fortune of photogrnnh
ers. The King of Portugal has eighteen
first names, his eldest eon has twenty
and bit youngest twenty-nine.