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I bring my hymn of thankfulness To Thoe, dear Lord, to-day ; Though not for Joys Thy name I bless And not for gifts I pray. The griefs that know not man's redress Before Thy foot I lay. 'Master 1 I thank Thoe for the sin That taught mine eyes to soe What dopths of loving lie within The hoart that broke for me ; What patience human want can win From God's divinity. I thank Thoe for the blank despair, Whan frlond and love forsake, That taught me how Thy oross to bear, Who bore it for my sake, And showod my lonely soul a prayer t That from Thy lips I take. I thank Thoo for the life of grief I share with all below, Wherein I learn the sure relief My brother's heart to know, And in tho wisdom taught of pain To soothe and share his woe. I thank Thoe for the languid years Of loneliness and pain, When flesh and spirit sowed n tears, . But scattered not in vain ; For trust in Ood and faith in man Sprang up beneath the rain. I thank Thee for my vain desires, That no fulfillment knew ; For life's consuming, cleansing fires, That searched me through and through, Till I could say to Him : "Forgive I They know not what they do." What fullness of my earthly store, What shine of harvest sun, What ointment on Thy feet to pour, What honored race to run, What Joyful song of thankfulness, Here ended or begun, Shall mate with mine, who learn so late To know Thy will is done ? Rote Terry Cooke. THE MISSES TEMPLETON'S TEAPOTS. "Well, ef Ik don't beat all! I'm struck all of a heap 1" "An what's more," pursued the striker, leaning a little farther from his wagon, and speaking through tightly shut teeth, as if thereby the sound would be prevented from passing be Tond the listener, "there ain't no bftokin down, as you might think. ever you seen a face sot, you d 'a seen it this mornin'; an' she lookin' back all the time, too, as if I was carryin' her to the Tault in the lower graveyard. I de clare I'd just about as soon. I hain't got over it jit." " But, for the landsake, why didn't Dianthy stop her 7' "Past stoppin'. These still folks, when they do take the bit between their teeth, don't stop for .'whoa. Di anthy wasn't up, nuther. You'd ought to hev seen her when I druv up with Luoindy. She came nigher speakin' out when I handed in that hair trunk than she's done for ten year. But I guess the town '11 be in an uproar when it knows. It ain't agoin' to allow it" " How '11 it hender it, Lamson, I'd like to know?" " Don' know," said the first speaker, "but there's got to be a way found. Why, this mornin' Iliram come out, an' his wife, too. They're good sort o' oiks ef they do run the town farm, an' Hiram sez : ' Now, Miss Templeton, I told you before, an' I tell you now agin, 'tain't no use. You ain't a pauper, and you jest can't an' shan't change off.' I've settled it,' sez she, hard an' stift as Dianthy herself 'You're bound to keep Lucindy, an' ef I choose to change places with Lucindy, it's nobody's busi ness but my own. Ef you won't let her go, I'll stay here whether or no. Town meetin' ain't till spring, an' I've made up my mind. There ain't nothin' but death can change it.' Lucindy clim np to the seat before Hiram could inter fere, an' I druv off, an' how they'll settle it I can't say, but .there she is. The last words I heard her say was: 'Hiram, there's no peace for me anywheres bat here, an here I mean to stay.' " "She's out o' her mind," said old Hubbard pioking up the rake dropped in his first surprise. " There'll have to be a special meetin' called, an' I'll see about it this very day." " Better let folks manage their own affairs," returned Lamson, gathering up the reinw. " I don' know as I'd. a druv her over if I'd understood exactly what she wanted: an' then agin I don' know. I But I will say I thought I'd like to see how Dianthy would take it. It beats me. Ghloe Templeton in the poorhowie, an' them Templetons 'ith money enough to buy you n' me out this minute." "'T wouldn't take no great to do that," said old Hubbard,, returning to his work, astonishment still predomi nating in his leathery face; and Lamson drove on, the tall figure of a woman appearing in the open doorway of a house above, as if she had been watch ing the interview, and were half dis posed to speak. Hubbard made a step forward as if uncertain whether to Bpeak or not, but retreated suddenly as the door shut with a bang. "Templeton temper," he said, shaking his grizzled head ; " but who'd 'a thought Chloe had any of it ? I cal'late she got desprit, an' struck out for any kind o a change, an' I don't wonder nuther;" and with an other shake he settled to work, pausing at inioiTjkL to ejaculate, "Well, it i . me I" xHalf way up Breakneck, so towering and asoenive a hill that anywhere but in New Hampshire it must have been a mountain. Even now its claims to that title were not to be disregarded. Year after year the selectmen threatened to labor no longer on a road more and more given over to gullies and sudden small land-sl'les and big stones, which, appearing mysteriously in the way, could never be accounted for save by diabolio agency. Year after year the two or three farmers who tempted Providenoe by a permanent wrestle with the thin layer of Boil barely hiding the granite below, gathered to work out the road tax, the patient oxen painfully marking out the deep furrow on either side, and pondering why human beings should make so much evidently useless work both for men and oxen. Why Isaiah Templeton had chosen Breakneck pastures, when river mead ows fat with corn and wheat lay be low, he never told, but the choice had been made. Half wayupthehill. A turn ia the road, and between two rocky pastures, where sweet-fern (and brake disputed place with every root of grass, a strip of land, every stone long ago laboriously removed, and entering into the well-built wall on either hand. On the pasture side raspberry bushes and wild grapes and rambling vines iu general had it all their own way, but Isaiah Templeton'a life-long fight with weeds had not been unavailing, and Diantha, his eldest born, pursued thorn with an even greater vigor and determination, affirming that had every farmer done his duty half as well Canada thistles would have been con fined to Canada, and daisies have be come an extinct species. Diantha, Althea and Chloe strange names for the three middle-aged women in the weather-stained house with sloping roof, where mosses grew in spite of Miss Diantha, and on whose sides a faint red still lingered, though sixty years had passed since it first showed bright against the dark wood behind and above it. Whatever latent poetry in the rusty little farmer had prompted the names had died with him, Watts' hymns being the nearest approach to such frivolity tolerated by either Diantha or Althea, two grim and deter mined females, with faces as hard as the stones that made up most of their patrimony, and who, through Miss Chloe's girlhood, had carefully repressed the tendency to sentiment less sedu lously hidden then than now. Years had thinned Miss Chloe's hair, pot from the shelf, and proceeded to scald it. " As sure as Tm a living sianer, I'll break it if you put it on the fire," said Miss Diantha, a new grimness in voice and eye. "Trv it." said Miss Althea, defiantly. "I calculate you'll find more'n one kind o tea kin be drunk in this house. I've stood you some years too much, an as fast's you break, I'll buy. You hain't forgot the will, an that all expenses has got to be equally shared by the three, or as many as lives. It '11 be a leetle hard on Chloe, but then she's used to your imposin' on her, an' a grain more won't make much difference." " Sisters," Miss Chloe began, in an agony of tremulousness and apprehen sion, "for mercy's sake I Oh, dear ! how can you ? Why don't we each have a teapot, an' why didn't I think of it before? There's one for each, and a caddy apiece too the little ones grand father brought home. Oh, don't look that way, Dianthy, an' Althy too ! To think that we're all sisters, an' alone in the world I For pity's sake I" "De still I" said Miss Diantha, im peratively. " An now, Althy Temple ton, yon hear my last word to you. When you say you're sorry for this morning s worn ill say uacK, an not before. The will's fixed so't we can't split nor divide, an' long as we live there's cot to be three in the house. Well. I wouldn't split if I could. Folks 11 ask. an' you kin tell. I'm done." Done, truly. Eight years had passed, and not one word had Miss Diantha been heard to speak. If direction was needed she wrote on a slate and handed it to Miss Chloe, who acted as mediator and interpreter. Confident that a day would end it Miss Althea had gone her way, missing more than she would have . . . . . - i i ' i .1 told tne war, oi woras wmcu, aner n, had been only words a family pnvi' lege never destroying a certain family feeling holding its place under all assaults. But as day after day went by without a sign she, too, grew more and more determined, and if an occasional spasm of desire for the old state or . ii J 1 . . A 1 ' ' 'A .1 Eornaps a Detter Btate oi tiuugs visiteu er. she put it Bternly away. Daily the two faces settled into harder and harder lines; daily Miss Chloe's .eyes grew more apprehensive. The three caddies she had filled at once, the time for some decisive action on her part seeming to have come at last beyond any question, and daily she fnnlr ilnwn ili a three teapots, hidden T. sharpened still more the nose sharp in jor Tear8 ja the recesses of the upper " the beginning, tipped it'witn a irosty i Bueif ot e china closet one old blue, red, and printed crow s-leet about tne tilfl iast 0f a Bet long ago scat iaaeu Diue eyes, mwajo nine pt- always gentle and plexed and troubled apologetic, and filling with tears as quickly as in her silent and sensitive girlhood. Life held small leisure. Books were a waste of precious time, and more and more butter and cheese the chief end of woman; and thus Miss Chloe's sentiment found no outlet save in the flower bed, which, in spite of Miss Dianthy's arguments, held its place under the south window, and in summer filled the little sitting-room with a perfume altogether out of place in those upright quarters. In the old hair trunk, well hidden between towels and pillowcases, lay Miss Chloe's chief treasure a time-worn copy of Mrs. Hemans. bearing on the fly-leaf in cramped letters the inscrip tion: "To Miss Chloe Templeton, from her well-wisher, Josiah Green." Something more than a well-wisher Josiah would willingly have been, but Miss Diantha had set her face against it, and Josiah, after a short period of de jection, married pretty Sophy Downer, and slept now with his fathers in the old graveyard. For years Miss Chloe kept the little book folded in tissue paper and laid away, but with the fune ral took it out as if death gave a right, unclaimable before, and read and wept over it at night, the only time when sharp ears and eyes and tongues gave her respite from continuous observation and direction. For both Diantha and Althea quarrel ing was as their daily food. What cne wanted the other did not, and all day long the hard voices sounded from kitchen or pantry, Chloe cringing as they rose and fell, but silent as years had taught her to be. Miss Althea pre ferred "salt risin's;" Miss Diantha, " hop 'east, strong'o the hops." Miss Althea demanded pumpkin pie without eggs; Miss Diantha pronounced them, in that condition, "not fit for pigs." Miss Althea demanded Orange Pekoe, steeped; Miss Diantha, Oolong, boiled. Miss Chloe in her private mind clang to Young Hyson, but would have drunk gall and wormwood rather than make any difficulty in fact, may be said to have done so in any case. Miss Diantha, as eldest, threw out the Orange Pekoe, rinsed the teapot viciously, with expres sions of deep disgust at the fatal blind ness of any creature who would drink such stuff; and stood guard over the stove until the tin teapot gave out the rank steam she loved to sniff. With many desires for revolt, none had yet come ; but one morning Miss Althea, having watched the operation up to boiling-point, both for herself and teapot, determined upon active meas ures, and suddenly seizing it ran across the road and threw it with all her force over the fence bordering the "gully wood road," where, bounding from stone to stone in the almost sheer descent, it ay at last in the brook be low. Miss Diantha, for the moment speech less, poured out, as breath returned, a torrent of rage on the triumphant Miss Althea, who took down an earthen tea tered or destroyed; one a tiny Wedg wood, a (treat-aunt's property, and last, tho bronze-colored earthen their mother had sometimes used. The three had each its own place on the stove, and curious neighbors, who had heard there was "something beyond the common goin' on at the TempletonB " looked at them with suspicion as in some way ac countable for the difficulty and at last with a shake of the head as the silence refused to yield. The minister argued and pleaded, the deacons came sjngly and in a body, exhorting and threaten incr suspension of church privileges, and the parish was in a ferment, til? a new cause for discussion arose in another quarter, reverting to this, however, with surprising constancy. By degiees Miss Althea had grown almost as silent as the elder sister, whose life seemed a black shadow, dark ening even the sunshine of summer or the golden light of autumn on the hills. Miss Chloe grew more haggard every day, and her forlorn blue eyes, red rimmed with much crying, brimmed over for months, as she looked appeal ingly from one to another. Anything was better than this hard, grim silence, and the two faces always with averted eves. "Oh. why! didn't I think of these three teapots before?" Chloe moaned to the old sninister. " Buch an easy way out of all the trouble; an' there I let it cro on. an' now I shall always be responsible." No argument availed against this con clusion, and no length of time proved sufficient to overthrow it. Months ran into years at last, but time seemed never to deaden the continuous self-reproach of this Templeton, who had absorbed the conscience of the whole generation, and who sought vainly to reconcile ir reconcilable forces. "When an irresistible wave encounters an immovable rock, what is the result?" had questioned Leander Lamson, home from Dartmouth, and overflowing with Soohomorio logio; and old Lamson, after a pause for reflection, answered: " Tarnal smash for whatever comes be tween." Miss Chloe had come between, and her looks indicated something equiva lent to " tarnal smash Lucinda Wetherbee, once the owner of a small but profitable farm, had " signed " Jor her brother, a luckless scamp, who fled to the West when the final crash came, leaving Lucinda at sixty to iace it as she might. The end was the town farm, where the poor creature went for life, too crushed by the sud den cessation of all the small activities that had made her world to think of other methods. Her mind failed par tially, and she appeared periodically at houses she had been accustomed to visit, complaining that the society at the town farm was not what she had been accustomed to or expected, and that " she'd come to stay a spell an' git the taste out of her mouth." When Miss Chloe had made the ar rangement and agreement to exchange, (she refused to tell, answering every in- quiry in tne same unvarying woras: We thought we d each hev a cnango. She took up her life on the hill as if born to the place, and, to the astonish ment of every one, Miss Diantha ac cepted the change with no break in the immovable silence. Bat when the select men appeared and appealed to her to end the scandal and go in person for the sister, who had banished herself in the hope of bringing about peace, she listened till even old Lamson had said his last word.and then.having written for a few moments, laid the palate on the table and left the room. " She's got a dumb devil, said Dea con Piper, as he read slowly: " 'Chloe has made her own bea, and she can lie in it. She chose to go, and she can stay. If you will not have her any other way, I will pay her board.' " Miss Althea went to tne town larm but once, a fury of anger possessing her as she crossed the wretched thresh old, and Tenting itself in words that brought terror to every one within hear ing distance. Underneatn tne storm hurt feeling and affection really lay, but Chloe had passed beyond any power of interpreting the perverse and tumul tuous manifestation, one lay oacK in her chair with closed eyes, her patient face a little more patient, and slow tears falling one by one. "When Diantha comes for me, 111 go back," was all she would say, and Miss Althea, worn out with her own vehemence, went unwillingly away. The winter went by, Miss Althea waiting upon Lucinda " by inches," as the neighbors said, as if in this way to atone for past lack toward unioe. 'ine reluctant New England spring came slowly on, and in the " Devil's Gully," by the mill, faint green showed here and there between tne lingering anus. The road to the town farm, seldom used, had been almost impassable, but Hiram at intervals had brought word that " Miss Cnloe was about the same, fur'B he could see, but maybe her own folks could tell better." The hint passed without notice till one evening in early April, when a messenger rode swiftly up Breakneck and burst into the house where the three sat ty tne aim jamp, Lucinda keeping up her monotonous flow of words, the two sisters silent. She's dyin'," he said. "The doc tors said she might live till you got there." "Who?" Miss Althea had risen, and stood now, fierce and rigid, clutching the fright ened boy as she spoke. "Miss Templeton," ne said, strug gling away. "Hiram told me to get yon a team." . . . i m a til " liun, tnen, ju.iss Aitnea screamed. " The fastest Viall's got. Tell him to be quick." Lucinda burst into loud crying. Be still, you fool l" rang out Miss Diantha's voice, with its old sharp com mand. " I'm goin' on the hoss," and snatching her hood Bhe ran to the ominous rustle, as if then and there judgment must be had on those who had lain on it a burden too heavy to be ne. Miss Diantha stood by the grave until the last shovelful of earth had been lain on. then turned and walked home, stopping for a moment at the village store. When Miss Althea and Lucinda returned her door was shut, and no sound was heard from the room until next morning.. But as they made preparations for tea Miss Althea saw that the three teapots and caddies had been removed, and that an earthen one and a tin caddy filled with Orange Pekoe stood on the lower shelf, and knew that by this sign Miss Diantha had spoken, and renounced her will once for for all. Years followed. Lucinda lingered, unchanged in look, and clinging more and more to Miss Althea, who had aged suddenly when Chloe died, and who made continued efforts to break Miss Diantha's silence. But though a cer tain wistfnlness seemed at times to show itself, she only, when appealed to, shook her head solemnly, and retreated to her room. What secrets the old walla knew, who can tell? What sor row and late repentance ! But none knew till a morning came when, alarmed by the long silence, Miss Althea went in to find her witn wide-open eyes, but powerless to move from the floor where she had fallen. In the open drawer of the old bureau lay MiBS flhWu Bible, the worn volume of Mrs, Hemans, and near them the broken fragments of the three teapots, each in a folded napkin. A week of quiet waiting, and tnen in the hours between night and morning Miss Diantha suddenly lifted her head " I thought you'd come, Chloe," Bhe said, and with the words was gone. When her will was opened they found, first, a legacy of one thousand dollars " to Hiram Steele and wife for kindness to my sister Chloe," and then an order that on the plain tombstone erected for her should be simply the words: "Diantha Templeton, aged seventy-three. I was dumb. I opened not mv mouth for shame.' And so at last people knew that the scorn and indignation, never quite lost even in the long years since Miss Chloe's death, had been accepted as just punishment, and that Miss Diantha had known sorrow, and left this last message of tacit confession and repent ance. Harper's Bazar, The Frog and the Lily. I. In arching woods of pine and oak, Through which the cheerful sunlight broke, A pond long lay, by soft winds swept, And on its bosom lilies slept. A story or this pond I'll tell, Of homely frog and lily-bell. Twas in the summer month of June, When robin chirped his merry tune. That lily spoke to frog so free: Oh, could I only leap like tnee But here I am so still and lone, i i ' ' And dull as any old white stone. III. The frog then said to lily fair: "Just see me jump so high in air; But dowfl fceas ftrto the ';-"Y' And stopped not till he reached the mud. IV. The day was fine, the sky sereno; A boat upon the lake was seen. . A man caught froggy by the throat, And threw him in the fatal boat. The lily plucked by maiden fair, Was placed npon her golden hair. MOBAU' Tho richest man may lose hi gain, The poorest one may rise to fame; Be not puffed up with self-decait, The boaster always courts defeat; Nor proudly say what you can do, But be modest, gentle, pure and true. E.U.H. nUMOROF THE DAY. gate, climbed from the long-disused uorse-blocK to tne norses oacK, and with dangling stirrups and flapping rein she held her place by sheer will, as tho frightened animal tore down the hill and through the village street, still, as speed Blackened, urging him on over the four miles between ner ana tne chance of speech. Up hill and down, through thick wood and between low meadows, the rush of the swollen river drowned in the clatter of hoofs, and at last the faint, twinkling lights of the farm. The horse stood with drooping head and streaming flanks as she slid from his back, and pushing aside the startled and curious group about the door went up the stairs and toward the room to which Hiram pointed. She passed Bwiftly in, the doctor and attendant were motioned out by a hand . i i i .i : so imperative inai none couiu guiunuy Courtship at a Long Range. A comical matter has been made pub lic in Montreal by some legal proceed ings. A retired major of the British army had four daughters who moved in good society in that city. They all en tered into correspondence with a re tired clergyman of London, whose mind was somewhat enfeebled, but who en joyed au income of 815,000. The let ters became sentimental all round, and at length the man proposed marriage. But which of the four sliould he take? He had never seen any of them, and it was arranged that each of them should send a photograph to guide him in his choice. Now, the oldest was a widow of forty-five, and therefore the younger and prettier ones were astounded when the decision was promptly announced that their sister was to be the bride The truth was that she had employed an artist to remove the hard lines and otherwise beautify the picture. But this trick did not help her. When she went to London and presented herself to the clergyman he could see no like ness between her and the fraudulent portrait, and refused to marry her. He gave her &5,000, however, and she went home. But she does not consider that sum a sufficient compensation, and has sued for damages. it. and Diantha, bolting the door, turned to the bed, and alter one iook at tne motionless form upon it, fell on her knees and buried her face in the cover let. " I thought you'd feel bad, Dianthy," Miss Chloe. said, the words coming How Ittuch a Cow EaK A cow is not inclined to gluttony Usually when the appetite is satisfied a cow will stop eating. Any cow s appe tite may be ganged in this way: Give her all the feed she will eat and have . m . 1 1 t 5 , t, fl nmnf ;a. left, weign wnat is given 10 ner anu tance. "I thought you'd come, an' I notice what is consumed. Then make iu t. nn- Wed. There isn't anv the ration three-fourths of the quantity eaten. ixu nuiuim, uuu cnu a auou, should have all it can eat, and the sur plus above what is necessary is miuri ous, and produces disease. Generally more harm is done by over-eating than by staiving. The staple ration lor cow is fifteen pounds of hay and five pound of meal, or the equivalent in other food. As grass or green fodder an time now. but, Dianthy, you must prom ise me one thing. You must go home and let by-gones be by-gones. I want you to be good to Althea." Miss Lhantna raised ner iace, wnue and set, as if death had touched her, too. She lifted her hand as she knelt. " Don't, Dianthy don't !" Chloe cried, trying to rise, " Before you that I've killed, I swear contains seveny-nve per ceut. moro it," faid Mfss Diantha, solemnly. "I've water than hay, four times as much Ilia Ln. f, it. n T'll hold grass or green fodder should be given it now for punishment. The last word I say to livin' soul I say to you now, Chloe Templeton." " Oh, Dianthy, don't !" wailed Miss Chloe, falling back on her pillow, end ing with this last appeal the long en treaty of her life. When Miss Althea entered with the doctor, the elder sister sat motionless and silent by the bed. In silence she pointed to Miss Althea as the one to make arrangements, and waited till nothing further remained to be done. In silence Bhe rode home, and shut herself into her own room, and there 'she remained till the hour for the funeral, services, held in the old church on the common. From every quarter the people flocked in. No Buch opportunity Lad come for J ears of seeing all the actors in this vil age tragedy, and Miss Diantha faced them all with a composure that made the more sensitive shiver, and moved many to fierce anger. The old minister broke down as he tried to tell the gen tleness and patience of the soul that had passed beyond need of human words, and for an instant there wa an in place of hay; that is, sixty pounds with the meal. Some cows will proba bly require more and very few less than this quantity. Poll's Policy. The mystery of the skill of some ani mals seem to resist all solution. The word " instinct," Lord Brougham de clared, was a mere term for our ignor ance. The parrot at time astounds the mind with its mischievous cunning. A lady friend of Cambridge, Mass., had a parrot that, on a mouse climbing up and entering his case, made for the little intruder. He hastened down his chain, and searching all around, eyed the stranger under the bookcase. Bat the parrot could not get at him there, but cried in its gentle voice, "Come take a walk with pretty Poll I Come take a walk with pretty Poll 1" The coming holidays will be more generally nlitrvftl than iht for many years, and we would remind our readers that a bottle of )x. Bull's Coutih Byrup will prove a moat accept able holiday prenont. The saddle horse knows enough of arithmetic to carry one. A man, being tormented with corns, , kicked his foot through a window, and the pane was gone instantly. A little heat that can't be beat, the window open wide; a little breeze, a little sneeze, and you're the doctor's ' pride. The Commercial Bulletin says' the man who does not advertise has it done for him finally, under the head of " failures in business. Vassar college has one small girl who will iu the hereafter be heard of in the woman's rights societies. bhe de scribed " straw' as being a hollow thing with a ten-cent man on one end of it and a twenty-cent drink on the other end. , "You can't add different things to- fffither." said a school-teacher. " if you add a sheep and a cow together, It does not make two sheep or two cows.' A little boy, the son of a milkman, Held up his hand and said : " mat may ao with sheep and cows, but if you add a quart of water it makes two quarts of milk. I've seen it tried." A young gentleman who is very par ticular about the getting up of his linen wrote a note to his laundress, and at tae tame time sent one to the object of his affections. Unfortunately, he put the wrong address on the envelopes and posted them. The woman was puz zled, but not in the least offended ; but when the young lady read, " If you rumple up my shirt-bosoms and drag the buttons off: the collar any more, as you did last time, I shall have to go somewhere else," she cried all the even ing and declared she would never speak to him again. Origin of "Ta-ta." For several years American para graphers have been using the old Southern expression, "ta-ta," as a term of humorous farewell, thus giving it a meaning entirely different from that it started out in life with; and how it ever came to be applied in that way is a little surprising to any one to the Southern "manner born," and espe cially to any one familiar with the idioms of the South of ante-bellum days. No one who was ever petted, loved and spoiled by a kind old black "mam my" can ever forget that "ta-ta," in baby dialect, U "thank you," or, to give an exact definition from our unwritten vocabulary, "thanky.' They can never forget mammy's coaxingly reproving tones, nor her "churchy," when, in cor recting some childish forgetfulness, the omission of thanks for some slight fa vor, the gift of an apple, or perhaps a stalk of sugar cane, she would say, "Honey, Where's yo' manners ? Whyn't to' say 'ta-ta?'" For a more valuable present her words would nave oeen : "TeU the lady you're much obleeged," or " obliged," if she happened to be a little careful in her pronunciation, as many house servants were; but for all trifling gifts "ta-ta" was the popular term for the little folks. Ul course as tho children grew larger this pet way of expressing thanks was laid aside with their baby clothes; and the "churchy" that mammy had taught them a lunny substitute for a bow, consisting only in a sudden bending of the knees, which caused a comical dip down and up was put away with the jingling rhymes oi early childhood. "Ta-ta belongs exclusively to tne little ones; it is as peculiarly their own as are " catty cats " and " this little pifjt went to market" and all those other wonderful things belonging to child life. To the great world "ta-ta'' is nothing but a ludicrous expression; but to many of us there is something half touching, half comical, iu the quaint old words that bring back so vividly the days when we plantod raisin seeds, rode stick horses, believed crianta. knew that tne lairies were in hiding in the ferns and that puts of gold were awaiting us at the end of the rub, bow. Pleasant RiJerkotkL
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