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TIONESTA, PA. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, 1882. $1.50 Per Annum.
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Twilight.
1.
I've been roaming
In the gloaming
Of a mellow autumn ovf;
Twilight lingers,
While ita Augers,
Countless, boundless boa u tits weave.
11.
Day is dying,
Beautifying
la Lis deatistfie land and lea;
Clouds in eplonrfor
Rhed their ton dor
Soul-snbduing light on mo.
ni.
Night's descending,
B ftly blending
Twilight glories with its own;
Till the shadows
In the meadows
To their lullest length havo grown.
IV.
And this token,
Tho' uunpoken,
Tells us that the day is doad;
Stars are peeping,
As if keeping
Bilent watches round its bed.
T.
Tints the glimmer,
Dim and dimmer,
From cursives mutt pass away:
Till the morning,
In its dawning,
TJhher in another day.
VI.
May that morning,
When its dawning
Beams at lust npon onr eyes,
Bo the waking,
Be the breaking
Of a day that never dioi.
JT. D. Snore.
BEHIND MINERVA'S SHIELD.
Homer Ashton one autumn evening
listened to Htoriea of witches and ghosts
told aronnd him, and joined in them,
nntil he Mt an occasional fthiver creep
ing down hia back. Not that be be
lieved in the supernatural, bnt the fire
lipht into which he oat looking grew
pieaoanfertohimthan the corners of the
great room, for lamps had been banished
to accord with the subject under dis
cussion, and it seemed that the shadows
flickering Whind the young people
grouped abou. the grate of blazing coal
were massive and weird, and that when
one glanced at them sideways Bnddenlv,
there was something about them like
ghostly visitors. When ho faced them,
to be sure, they were only ordinavy
shadows. Homer was ashamed of him
self, he was afraid his nerves were un
steady, and resolved to test them. He
knew 6 way to do it.
Near the place at which he was stay,
ing, an English country house, were
the ruins of tho older part of a castle
said to have been built in tho time of
the Crusades. The whole cattle was at
present uninhabited, but the part
which had been allowed to full into
hopeless decay whs the width of the
courtyard away from the rest of tho
house. Probably it had once been con
nected with it by buildings which had
formed three shies of a hollow square,
but if so it had been left out in the
changes made at different times, and
sow ik was roofless, the walls were
crumbled, and the underground portion
was all that made any pretense to a
habitation, and offered a suitable home
to tho unearthly beings who were said
to roam in it, for a dampness covered
all the stones and the air had a deadly
chill. But these facts seemed con
clusions from the nature of things
rather than the results of observation,
for Homer could not find anybody who
had explored it.
Ghofats ought really to bo forgiven a
good many faults, because they are in
general so unselfish about selecting
homes nobody else wants.
That evening, as Ashton oonneoted
tho reports of the place itself with sto
ries of sights and sounds around it, he
found himself yielding bo much to the
influence of gossip that he determined
to shake off the weakness and to try
what stuff ho was made of. He wculd
stand in those haunted halls and sum
mon the trhosts and see what would
happon. He knew well enough that it
would be nothing.
But he did not tell his plan to the
others: he said merely that he was go
ing for a walk to blow uway this ghostly
atmosDhere bv a little fresh air. No
body volunteered to acoompany him.
nicht had never seemed more distaste
ful to'them all. They only looked at
each other significantly as he left them,
and said:
"Another Americanism." '
There is an unreasoning element in
human nature which assumes every in
dividuality of a foreigner to be a na
tional characteristic. Dr. Ashton,
whom the son of the house had become
acquainted with in London and brought
home with mm lor a visit, was to ms
entertainers an epitome of America,
and it mnst be confessed that at the
end of a week they had come to have
trood oninion of that country.
As Homer walked on rapidly he saw
an occasional star in the sky, but it
seemed as if he never could get out of
the shadow of the trees, there were so
mnnv A them.
He soon came to the ruin, a mile
away, opened tho heavy gate and began
to descend the long flight of steps lead
ing into the corridors and rooms under
ground. What could the old place
have been used for ? Did monks come
here for prayers and penancei, or were
thoso dungeons where captives taken in
the petty warfare of those times felt tho
personal vengeance of their captors?
He thought of the one described in
Ivanhoe," into which Isaao the Jew
was thrown, damp, dark, hung with
chains and shackleR, and where in the
ring of one set of fetters were two mold
ering human bones. It was no wonder
ghosts were said to haunt a place like
that.
In the midst of these thoughts the
gate he had left open swung to with a
clang, shutting out earthly things be
hind him. - Step by step he went down
the stone stairs into blackness to which
the night outside was twilight Some
times he seemed to hear a sound, but
when he stopped to listen it wan the
beating of bis heart,
the foot of the stairs
every now and then
hands struck against
When he reached
he still went on;
his outstretched
a wall or pillar.
for be was passing through an arched
hall that ended in a narrow passage.
He next entered what he thought must
be a large room, for the air had an in
definable difference and the blackness
seemed that of space instead of sub
stance. As he stood there uncertain
which way to move and the very echo
of Lis footsteps ceased, the horror of
darkness and silence which had been
growing npon him reached its height.
He tried to utter his challenge, but his
dry lips would give forth no sound, an
abyss of night seemed to swallow him
up.
Suddenly he fancied he heard a move
ment, he thought that something like
palpable blaukness flitted about him.
lie turned to fly and took a few hurried
fcteps in the direction of the entrance.
Then he stopped. It was no ghostly
presence that arrested him, but the
iron hand of his resolution ; he had
come here to do a certain thing and
was not to bo cowed by a feeling which
he would be ashamed to own to himseh
in the daylight He faced about and
wont forward quickly a few steps.
"If there is any ghost let him now
appear," he called loudly.
The dreary walls answered his cry
with a dull reverberation.
With arms folded he stood a moment
the hardest thing of all to do await
ing results. If there had not been a
roar in his ears, if the beating of his
heart had not made even his vision un
steady, he would have said that he
heard subdued laughter, or moaning, it
was impossible to tell which as the
sound rolled toward him from the hol
low sides, and that he saw something
like a whiteness in the distance, while a
sense of presence made him cold with
homor.
He had done all he had resolved to
do and was free now to get out of this
dreadful place. He hurried toward
the entrance, urged on by the unreason
ing sense of pursuit that comes over one
when be turns his back upon danger.
All at once be lost his footing and iay
at full length on the slippery floor; the
shock, however, only jarred and be
wildered him. As he out out his
hands to rise he touched something
from which he drew back instantly with
stifled exclamation; he thought it
must be one of the reptiles likely to
be crawling in this den. But he recol
lected that it was small and hard, per
haps it was a curious stone which would
prove his night's excursion if the
btrangers he was with should be tempt
ed to doubt it After a little groping
he found it again; it felt like a stone
covered with slimy moisture, and put
ting it into bis pocket he made his way
out of the ruins as best be could.
When he returned to the bouse his
friend was alone waiting for him, and
sleepy, as Homer could see, conse
quently a trille annoyed at being Kept
up so late. The guest said nothing
that night of where he had been
In his room be tooK out the stone.
It was not a pebble or a piece of the
pavement, as he had supposed, but an
oval of grayish lava that had once been
a brooch or part of a bracelet As lie
cleaned it with his penknife and pocket-
handkerchief be saw that the work upon
it was beautiful; it was a figure of
Minerva, the very folds in her tunic
carefully cut, and, as he saw by his
magnifying-glass, with a light tracery
of carving on her hemlet and shield,
On the opposite 6ide, just under the
shield, was the word " Violet."
It was evidently the owner s name,
but who was she ? Where did she live,
and when ? The pin, if it were a pin,
bad not Iain in its last hiding-place
long, he thought, it was not enough
stained by tho dampness, yet he was
not sure about that. " Violet" might
belong to a former generation or might
have been sleeping the sleep 01 tne just
for a oentury. But suppose not, sup.
cose she were a young lady beautiful
as her name, wealthy and high-born?
Well, what then ?
Homer put out his light and went to
bed, but not immediately to sleep. The
affair seemed to promise an adventure ;
as such it would have been interesting
to any young person. But Ashton, id
addition to being barely twenty-five,
had been obliged to make his way for
the last ten years ; for though he was
of good family, Dame Fortune bad
started him in life with no more than
one of her pennies, which, however.
every time a man turns it, as in the
legend, leaves a gold-piece in his hand,
The next morning but one a tall
young man with dark hair and eyes and
an expression amused, yet resolute
handed in his card at Qrantham hall
and asked to Bee its owner, Sir Gresham
Laud.
"Dr. Homer Ashton," cried Sir
Gresham. looking up from his letters
displeased at the interruption. "Who'
he? I don't know any suoh person
Beryl," to the servant, "what does he
look like?"
" As well, Sir Gresham, only spryer."
"Oh, spryer,' is ho? In his head or
his heels, I wonder ? Well, I suppose
I must see what the fellow wants; one
of those genteel spongeB come to suck
up as many pounds as I'll give to their
deuced charities," he muttered. By
which speech it is fair to conclude that
Sir Gresham had been sponged in this
way more than once.
But when Homer, who was admiring
the view from the drawing-room win
dow, turned and bowed as the bare net
approached, Sir Gresham perceived
nothing of the suppliant about him and
began to doubt whether this elegant
stranger did mean to make him a few
pounds the poorer by hia visit. He
came forward and requested his visitor
to
be seated. Ashton spoke of the
beauty of the country and Sir Gresham
answered him, but at the moment curi
osity was evidently his ruling passion.
" You are wondering why I cams."
said Homer. " Certainly it was not to
tell you, what everybody knows, that
this is the finest situation about here.
But I have in my possession part of an
ornament which, I believe, belongs to
Miss Laud."
"Ton! What is it?"
Ashton bowed and smiled also, as
he handed tho other his discovery of
the night bnt one before. " Does it be
long to your daughter?" be said.
But Sir Gresham was too bewildered
to answer him.
" That ?'' he cried. " Good heavens I
that? Where did you find it? It's a
clew."
"A clew to what?" cried Homer,
eagerly. He felt on the brink of dis
covering bow a lady's ornament could
come in so strange a place.
Bnt Sir Gresham was too excited ay
some suggestion awakened by the sight
f the stone to have an idea of trying
to satisfy any curiosity but bis own.
Where did you find it?" he re
peated.
"Is it jour daughter s r ' returned
Homer.
" Yes, it must be tiers, and remem
bering at last to thank the young man
for returning it, he etooi with the stone 1
n his hand waiting impatiently for a
foil acoount of its recovery.
Does Sir Gresham Laud suppose
that I came here for the purpose of
telling a midnight adventure to hira?"
thought Homer, as a look of amusement
flitted across his face. " If yon will be
so kind," he answered, suavely. " as to
ask Miss Laud if she will do tne the
favor to identify her ornament, I shall
be most happy to tell you, and ber if
she cares to know, how I came by it.
Sir Gresham hesitated only an in
stant. " Assuredly, be said, and sent
for his daughter.
The young man's heart beat faster at
the sound of light steps behind him.
Suppose Violet were plain and heavy
looking, yet suppose be turned hast-
ly, but not too soon for the beautiful
face that was coming toward bim.
She was named (or her eyes," thought
Homer; and thero was something else
he thought, too, that could no more
than this be spoken at the moment
She greeted bim with a simplicity that
charmed him; but when she saw the
medallion in her father's band she cried:
" Oh, papa, my bracelet-clasp; where
did you get it? Have they found out
the robbers
Homer's eyes opened wide at her
words.
"Robbers?'' he repeated. "That's it,
then? Perhaps I really did hear and
see something after all." And after a
moment in which three people stood
facing each other with looks of inquiry
he began an account of his expedition
to the ruin. He was truthful in every
detail, yet the story sounded remark
ably well as he told it, watching Vio
let s face and seem trver and
grow pale in imagining the blackness
of the old cellars. If sho would but
love bim for the dangers be had
passed ;" he knew nothing of wars to
be sure, except of personal struggles
with misfortune, out of place to be told
here, yet having left their mark upon
him in a consciousness of power to dare
and conquer adverse circumstances.
I ve no doubt they carried tneir
booty there," exclaimed Sir Gresham,
his thoughts still in the ruins an infinite
distance behind the young mat's winged
fancy and supplementing the narrative
which Ashton had just finished. While
Violet was listening to her father's ac
count of a daring burglary committed
the winter before while the family were
in the bouse, Ashton had an opportun
ity to study her face more critically, or,
rather, more admiringly. It was possi
ble he did not drop all the admiration
out of his expression as from time to
time she turned to him to explain more
fully something that her father was
saving.
I've no doubt tne villains bring
their booty miles to bide it in the rum,
said Sir Gresham. 'This medallion
was the clasp of a heavy gold bracelet,
It was given to my daughter by a friend
and she is much obliged to you, I am
sure, for finding it.
" Indeed I am, said Violet, colonng
a little as she spoke
" It is I who am under obligation to
fate." answered Homer; ' I have found
something that Miss Laud values."
" The rest of the bracelet has been
melted down long ago," pursued Sir
Gresham. That place ought to be
searched."
" Yes," said Homer; " when will you
do it?
The baronet looked somewhat taken
aback at this energetio suggestion,
" No doubt," he answered, and
perhaps, Dr. Ashton, 70a would like to
be one of the party if I go with some of
my neighbors? I suppose it ought to
be done as soon as possible within a
dBy or two," he went on, as the other
assented, lest they should take alarm
at your intrusion upon them. When
should you advise oing?"
" This moment," cried Homer. "It's
a wonder that we Americans have any
grass in onr country," he added, smil
ing, "we are so averse to letting it grow
under our feet."
He met Violet's eyes as he finished,
and read in them an admiration and
interest In another moment she had
turned away on some trifling pretext, hut,
undoubtedly, she was blushing. How
was Homer to know that she had once
declared she would marry th man who
brought her back her bracelet clasp ?
That, however, was when she was quite
sure it would never be found.
" Not until after luncheon, papa, will
you?" she said. "You'd better not
take Dr. Ashton until after that"
Several years later, when the medal
lion bad led to more than the finding
of stores of plunder in the old ruins
which a gang of thieves had taken care
to make appear haunted, Homer Ash
ton, a physician of high standing, was
living in a large American city. A
schoolmate whom be had not met for
years said to him one day at dinner as
tiiey were talking of marriages and
deafhs among their comrades:
By the way, Ashton, you never told
me where you first met your wife. I
only know that it was in England."
Homer laughed.
"I first met her." be said, "behind
Minerva's shield. Did I -not, Violet?"
Our Continent.
A Bear Festival.
On arriving at the scene of the cere
mony the visitor found about thirtj
persons, chiefly residents oftheplaca.
assembled and dressed in their gala
costumes, which consisted chiefly of
eld Japanese brocaded garments. From
the commencement to the end sake
played almost as prominent a part as the
bear himself. The guests sat around
the fireplace in the center of the host's
hut, and an offering was first made to the
god of fire. This was done in this wise:
The Ainos, who were all seated, raised
their left hands, holding a drinking
vessel to their foreheads, while tho
palm of the right was also elevated
slightly, A small stick lying across the
cup was then dipped in the Bake and
the contents sprinkled on the floor to
tho fire god, the stick being then waved
three or four times over the cup. A
formula was uttered by each person
present and the sake drank in long
draughts, the stick being meanwhile
employed in holding up the mustache,
A similar ceremony then took place
in front 01 the beats cage, mis
was followed by a dance around
the cage by the women and
girls. Offerings of drink were then
made as befoie to other gods, and final
ly the bear was taken out of his cage
by three young men speoially selected
for the purpose. Tho animal was killed
by pressing the throat firmly against a
large block of wood, lhe boiiy was
then cleaned and placed neatly on a
mat, food and drink being laid before
it. and ornaments of various kinds
being placed on its ears, mouth, eto.
Mats were spread around the bears,
the guests took their seats on them,
and the drinking commenced. This
continued for some time, until tho
Ainos sank in a state of helpless intoxi
cation on their mats. The women .in
another part of the village mean time
amused themselves with various dances,
which Dr. Scheube describes at length,
The following day, as a rule, the de
bauch is continued. The body of the
bear is then cut up in such a manner
that the hide remains attached to the
head. The blood was collected in vessels
and drank by the men. The liver was cut
out and eaten raw. The rest of the flesh
was distributed among the partakers of
the feast. Tho writer states that, al
though hardened in a certain sense to
the sight of blood, he could not look
without horror on the sight of the
drunken crowd, with their faces and
bodies smeared with blood. The tkuil
of the bear, stuffed with charms, is
placed in a sacred place on the east side
of the house, and the month is filled
with bamboo leaves. It is then always
preserved and venerated as a sacred ob
ject. Nature.
Origin of "Excelsior."
One of the best known of all of Long
fellow's shorter poems is " Excelsior."
That one word happened to catch his
eye one autumn eve in 1811 on a torn
Eiece of newspaper, and straightway
is imagination took fire at it. Taking
up a pieoe of paper, which happened to
be the back of a letter received that
day from Charles Sumner, he crowded
it wi'.h verses. As first written down,
"Excelsior" differs from the perfected
and published version, but it shows a
rush and glow worthy of its author.
The story of "Evangeline" was first
uggested to Hawthorne by a friend
who wished him to found a romance on
it. Hawthorne did not quite coincide
with the idea and ho handed it over to
Longfellow, who saw in it all the ele
ments of a deep and tender idyl.
James T. Fields.
There is a new process of raising fish
where the eggs arepHoedin large glass
jars which are constantly fed with
streams of fresh water conveyed
through rubber tubes. By this method
it ia estimated that ninoty-flvo per
cent, of the eggs can ba hatched. In
two hatcheries at Toledo and San
dusky, Ohio, CO.OUO.OOO white ilsb fry
have been raiaed tbisasaeon.
FOR TIIK LADIES.
A Ilnnhfiil Tonne Man's Ppecch,
A young lady who graduated from a
high school last July is teaching school
in New Hampshire. A bashful young
gentleman visited the school the other
day and was asked by the teacher to say
a few words to the pupils. This was
his speech: "Scholars, I hope you
will ftlwuvH lnvn vnnf school and vnnr
teacher as much as I do." Tableau
giggling boys and girls and a blushing
schoolma'am.
Km Field on Ore.
Kate Field has written and continues
to write some curious things. Among
the latest effusions of that gifted lady
is the following in Our Continent:
There certainly are no women in
the world who think so much about
dress or devote so much time to it as
Americans. The result, however, is
hardly commensurate with the expen
diture of time and money. To think
about dress does not necessarily involve
what is seriously called thought. When
monkeys act like men we do not accuse
them of thought We attributo to them
a wonderful power of imitation. In
dress we are nothing but monkeys.
We have not yet acquired sufficient
taste or knowledge to make our own
fashions, so we wait for the modistes of
Paris to tell ns what they please and
then adopt their ideas regardless of
consequences. France is the most artistic-
nation in Europe, but we should
take our France with discretion. What
is suitable for one is not necessarily
suitable for all, and it is well known
that costumes prepared for the Ameri
can market are "louder" in style than
those intended for home customers.
American patrons are sought because
they are willing to pay extravagant
prices, but their judgment, as a rule,
does not command respect
Fashion Notes.
Grenadine lace is new.
Bullet buttons prevail.
Guipure lace is revived.
Puffed flounces are stylish.
Polonaises are draped to form paniers.
Hooks and eyes fasten many dresses.
Dull jet is not confined to mourning.
Puffed plaBtrons extend to the waist
line.
Small bugles make up new jet trim
mings. Colored satin ribbon bows are worn at
the throat.
Gloves with closed wrists continue
fashionable.
Sashes are bo wide and long that no
other drapery is needed.
Panier effects are taking a prominent
place among the present styles.
Tho newest dresses have numerous
bows of ribbon or velvet on tnem.
The Langtry belted waist is used for
white muslin, lawn and print dresses.
Handsome parasols have frills of lace,
and others a bunch of flowers on the
top.
Wide collars of lace or embroidery
with cuffi to match, are worn with dark
dresses.
Fiohu capes, mado of open-worked
embroidered black surah, complete new
black suits.
The stylish blue shades are electric,
porcelain, soldier and sapphire blue.
Peacock blue is discarded.
After Four Years.
The Philadelphia Fresa tells of the
affecting way in which Mrs. Melville,
wife of Engineer Melville, of tho lost
Jeannette, received the first letter from
her husband after a silence of four years.
Says the Press : Mrs. MeMlle, the wife
of Lieutenant G. W. Melville, who went
out as chief eng'neor of the Jeannette
exploring party, yesterday at her home
at Sharon Hill, near Philadelphia, re
ceived a letter from her husband. For
four years tho anxious mother and three
little girls have been awaiting a letter
from him. Yesterday morning Maud,
who is about fifteen years of age, went,
as bho has thousands of times in over
three years, to the postofllce to see if
thero was a letter. Mrs. Melville was
seated at home sewing, and the other
two girls were playing with their dolls,
Suddenly one of the little ones said:
" Why, mamma, something's the matter
with Maud. I actually bolievo there's
a letter from papa." Maud's feet did
not appear to touch the ground. She
broke through the gate like one pur
sued by some terrible phantom. With
tears ot joy streaming down her face
and choking with sobs she threw her
self at her mother's ieet, dropping
the letter and crying out: "Oh,
mamma, at last 1 at last I it is from
papal Oh, it is from papal" The
mother tore it open and read it at a
glance, and then reread it several times
over. All tue aiternoon ana up 10 going
to bed last night the children were
doing nothing else but reading over
papa's letter. With the intelligence
that it contained of the fate of others
and the knowledge that just now he
himself with the search party is faoing
similar dangers, there was nothing in
the letter to give hope of the return of
the husband and father. Written on a
single sheet of tough, heavy note paper,
the letter read as follows:
Irkoutbk. Itusuian Siboria, January 1, 1SS3.
Ueau Hettie After many triala and many
tribulations I arrived here yeiiteriiay. We can
muBter but thirteen peoplo, all told, out of our
original thirty-three peruous. 1 am pretty wyii
and will be at home this miuimor or iieit win
ter, according as I may be instructed by the
navy department. I have telcgraphod anting
to rumam and search lor iJo Long and others
who perished at the mouth of the Lena river.
Lova to children. Yours faithfully,
Gieaoa VV. MiLVU. u,
T Mara Klnnnd anil T llavA Suffered '
The first line in the following is the refrain of
an unwritten poem recited to a friond by John
Howard Tayne. author of "Home, Sweet
Home," Just' before his death in Algiers:
1 have sinned and I have suffered,
Yet the world will never know
How I tried to do my dutv
In the long, the long ag ' P
I have sinned and I have sufTa; j&
Human nature is so weak
Yot my tongue caaaot bo tempted
To disclose, betray or speak.
I have si ed and I have suffered,
Who has not, through blood and bone f
If there be a mortal living
Let him bravely cast tho stone.
I have sinned and I havo suffered
Just the same as othor men,
P,at my hoart cannot be conquered,
Nor the soul that burns within.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Mournful memories come to me,
Yet beyond the clouds of Borrow .
Rifts of sunshine I can see.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
He can siuk and he can save
All the human hearts that wander
To the cold and silent grave.
Wcuhingtom Republican.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
Wooden shoes, especially those made
of oak, are said to produce acorn.
Bimmelbammelbummal is one of the
convenient words sometimes worked
into verse by German rhymers.
Inquirer: " What is the most Bcarce
American com? Dont know, sir,
dollars are quite scarce enough. Boa-
ton Fost.
" Why does a donkey eat thistles ?"
asked a teacher of one of the largest
boys in the class. " Because he is a
donkey, I reckon," was the prompt re
ply. Oscar Wilde does not admire the
American onion. It so closely re
sembles a bulb of his dear lily that it
brings? tears to bis eyes. New Harm
Jiester.
Ir youth my maiden aim
Was to change mj maie'et naiLfc
And so I made an aim
At him, and won my game,
And changed and made a name.
The'Judgr.
Glass balls and clay counterfeits have
been successfully substituted for live
pigeons at shooting matches. iow
why cannot somebody bring forward
equally merciful and efficacious proxies
for the pugilists and baseball players?
We congratulate the pigeons, but why
should not this immunity be extended
also to uen? Boston Transcr''..
WISE TVOItDS.
The height of meanness is to exult in
its suocess.
One vice worn out makes us wiser
than fifty tutors.
Neither worth nor wisdom comes
without an effort.
Grief has been compared to a hydra;
for every one t$at dies two are born.
The scientific study of man is the
most difficult of all branches of knowl
edge. Conceit is to nature what paint is to
beauty; it is not only needless, but
impairs what it would improve.
There is pleasure in contemplating
good; but the greatest pleasure of all
u doing good, which comprehends the
rest.
Poverty is the only burden which
grows heavier in proportion to the num
ber of dear ones who have to help to
bear it.
Sanctified thoughts, made conscious
of, and called in, and kept in awe, and
given fuel that burns not, are a water
for Satan's coal.
Duty is the voioe of God, and a man
is neither worthy of a good home her
or in heaven that is not willing to b.
in peril for a good cause.
i37J?il3!u2 "a i'lrls.
Tarls at present is certainly not a
whit behind London and New York ia
the way of publio advertising. Gigantio
posters sprawl in the mo.st prominent
spots; hideous red carts covered with
the name of some retail establishment,
a score of times repeated, prowl about
the streets; villainous daubs offond the
eye on scaffoldings; banners bear
ing the "strange device," "Peer
less Hair-wash," or some such other
wretched nostrum, stretch acroRS the
broadest Btreets; even the pavements
are decorated with the inlaid names of
firms and patent medicines. Lately
the police interfered to prohibit
the promenading through the streets
of advertising camels. As to the
voiture-announces, that variegated
vehicle will soon be quite let
behind by a new electric-lighted ad
vertising cabinet. The camols, how
ever, are about the beet thing in ad
vertising thus far brought out It the
animal kingdom is to be pressed into
the service of the vile race of puffers,"
whom some jaundiced haters of the
present state of society would wish to
annihilate with ono breath, we 6hall at
least be able to see a greater fit
ness of things
crto applied iu
tising art; polar
than has lnth-
the noble adver
bears will shuiila
about with a specimen of winter hits
upon their own backs; elephants would
display the finest specimens of ivory
and rattlesnakes would bo the best
vehicle for attracting attention to u new
system of alarm bells. Amtriean 7iVirs
ter.