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And oven in Ktern Poccmler, Trustful hearts can hear this strain At the coming of the daisies, Wo shall all bo glad again. , Unto the happiest being The sad touch of grief will eomo, And Nature must have hor season When tho woods and streams are dumb, Dut hearts were not made for Borrow, The mends will tholr green regain, And tho coming of the daisies (Shall make us all glad again. Oh I despairing hearts that mttrmur, Hope has happy dream for you: Darkness cannot rest forever In the bosomB of the tnio. Hear t hiijtlifKiicr, in the breezes. In the bent of tho warm rain At tlie coming of tho daisies Wo shall all bo glad ngnin. Have faith when life is sorrowful With memories of the doad; Remember there Ls a summer Where the leaves oro novor shed. With face to that better country, Find taopo in myong's refrain At tho coming of the daisies The earth shall bo now nga-'.n. William Lyle, in Rochester Democrat. L M MRS. BAKER'S RELIGION. BY FLORENCE n. IIAM.OWELX. '(Mrs. linker, ma wants to know if you can t como una sit up with granny to night. She's worc, and ma 'n Tilly's 'bout wain out." Mrs. Baker was frying crullers on the kitchen stove when little Tom Marsh camo in to deliver his message. She had been at work nil day, and was tired, warm and considerably out of temper. Sho was cer tainly in anything but a mood to confer favors. "No, I can't," sho snapped, turning upon httlo Tom a face scarlet from the glow of tho hot tire. "Your mother ought to know better n to send for me. I told her only yesterday that I was up to my eyes m work, ana that 1 expected com pany to-morrow. She'll have to find sonic one else. Goodness knows, I put . .1 i 1 r 1 1 . I 1 myscu out cnougn lorioias wimoui oeing called on to lo a sick-nurse," and she re sumcd her frying, whilo Tom ran home to report Ins non-success. . . "Mother," said Madge, coming into tho kitchen just as Mrs. linker, having un ished tho frying of the crullers, was re moving the kettle of lard from the stove "I've lixed tho spare room up beautifully. I know you'll bo pleased with it. And to-inorrow I'll fill tho mantel-vases with flowers just before Mr. and Mrs. Spear come. And mother," very timidly, "would you bo willing for mo to ask the Shakespeare club to meet here next Tues day evening; I hey have never met here, and 1 vo been a member over a year.", "You must be out of your senses, said Mrs. linker, crossly. " Do you sup- poso 1 d let two doen people come trape sing over my parlor carpet, and breaking. tearing and burning everything? I'm not bo foolish." "Y'ou speak as if they wero so many wild animals, mother," said Madge, in a tone of some resentment. "They act like wild animals," said Mrs Baker. " I'd liko to know if they didn't bum up one of Mrs. Clarke's laeo curtainsf" "That was an accident," said Madge, " and not likely to occur a second timo, Mary Lewis pushed a gas jet to one sido so as to see tho gl.'iss better, and didn't notice that sho pushed it right into the curtain. Mrs. Clarke didn't blame her at all." " Sho can afford to have her curtains burned up, perhaps. I can't. Don't argue the subject, Madge. When I say ' no ' I mean it, as you ought to have learned by this time." 'I have learned that and a good many Other things, too, mother. I know often wish I was back at boarding school." "It's like you to say that! It shows your ingratitude." "I don't mean to be ungrateful; but I know you don't make things very pleas ant for me at home. Susie Clarke could have the club at her houso every night in the week if she wanted to." "There, that's enough! Go upstairs until you can learn to control your tem per," said Mrs. Baker, going into the pantry ; and Madge went out, closing tho door behind her with a good deal of un necessary noise. "You look tired, Sarah," said John Baker, coming in as his wife was putting supper on the table. "I've good cause to look so," was the response. "I've worked like a galley slave ever since sunrise." "Where's Madge been?" "Oh, 1 never depend on Madge. And J might work my fingers to' tho bono without its affecting her in tho least." "You do the child injustice, Sarah. She's always willing to help, as far as I see." "You never see very far." ' "Perhaps not. By-the-way," with a Tory natural wish to chnuge the subject, "Hiram Long shot old Miss Starr's cow to-day. You know he said ho would if it ever broke into las coru-patch again. The old ladv's 'bout wild over it." "Serves her right!" said Mrs. Baker, curtly. That ain't Christian-like. Sarah." "He gave her warnings enough," Baid Mrs. Baker, "and bhe knew ho was the sort of a man to keep a promise of that kind. Why didu't ho keep the cow tied up?" "Sho said the creature would break loose no mutter how she tied her. And it does teem a hard caso. The cow was Hie old ladv's only support. I was think ing, Sarah, if wo couldn't do something for her? You being on the relict com mittee, you know, could easily " 'John Baker, do you suppose do you actually suppose I'm going to lift one finger to help that old woman who in sulted mo ten years ago? It would look well for me to be rushing to her aid now.' I think help would look better ccmin" from you than from any ono elso, Sarah. She'd know you'd forgiven the past, and that your religion meant something." V hen sho comes to me and asks my Fardm for what sho did ten years ago, 11 think about helping her," said Mrs. Baker,coldly, ill-pleased at her husband s criticism. "I do my duty as far as I seo it, and I flatter myself I'm as good as tho general run o' folks." Tho entrance of Madge prevented further conversation on the subject, and with a heavy sigh John Baker took his seat at tho supper-table. Ho noticed that his daughter's eyes were very red, but did not question her about them, for he suspected tho causo of their condi tion. But ho was more than usually kind in his manner to her, and on rising from tho table slipped a silver dollar in her hand, whispering: "Buy yourself some littlo trirmet, darling." Tho unexpected gift, coupled with tho tender words, proved too much for Madge in the over-strained condition of her nerves. Throwing her arms about her father's neck, sho laid her head on his breast and burst into a tempest of sobs and tears. And tho eyes of the father wero dim as ho tried to soothe her. "This is perfectly ridiculous," said Mrs. Baker, exasperated at tho scene. "Ono would think tho girl was seven years old instead of seventcon. Leave the room, Madge, and don't come back again until you can bchavo yourself." " You're too hard on tho child, Sarah," said John Baker, as Madgo went out, sobbing wildly. "She's all we've got, and we'd ought to make her home happy." "And do you pretend to Bay that I make it unhappy?" demanded Mrs. Baker. "You just spoil her out of all reason. She don't know what she really does want, and so she makes mountains out o' mole-hills. If she had to drudge as Lucy Colo decs she'd have room for complaint. I wish you wouldn't put notions into her head. 1 have work: enough to manage her without your setting her up to think herself abused John Baker said no more. He knew by long experience that furthor argu ment would be useless. Sarah called herself a Christian, and was one of the most active members of the Calvary church; every Thursday evening her voice was heard in prayer-meeting, and sho held prominent positions on various committees appointed by the elders. Sho was always ready to join in plans to pay tho church debt; she was tho chief worker in every fair and sociable; her contributions to tho poor box and to the foreign missions were always largo, and tho minister depended greatly upon her help in every scheme in which practical energy was required. But her religion seemed to drop from her heart like a cloak from her shoulders when sho entered her own home. Sho did not appear to think it necessary to excrciso it there at all. Tho gentle reproofs of her good-natured hus band and the rebellion of her preity daughter only irritated her without bring ing her to see where she erred. She was very angry now, and began to clear the table with unusual energy. But as John took his hat and went out on some er rand at the villago postofllcc, and she was left alone, she grew calmer, and by tho time tho dishes were all washed and put away her irritation was almost for gotten. "I guess I'll run over and see Mrs. Marsh a minute," she said to herself, as Bhe took off her big gingham apron and hung it up. " Like as not that Tom told her all I said. He's one to enjoy making a fuss, and I don t want any hard feel ing. So I'll just step over and tell hor myself why I can't sit up with her mother." Mrs. Marsh and Mrs. Baker were very near neighbors, and had always been very intimate. They were accustomed to running into the houses of each other at any hour without tho ceremony of a ring or a knock, and so Mrs. Baker went around to tho back of the house when sho reached Mrs. Marsh's, and finding the kitchen door open, stepped m at once. As she did so sho heard tho sound of voices in tho adjoining room, the door of which was aiar. She had advanced half-way across the kitchen, intending to make her presence known, when tho sound of her own namo spoken by a voice which she recognized as belonging to Mrs. Long, another neighbor, inade her pause. "Mrs. Baker's religion ain't tho kind that stands soap and water, this woman was saying. "It hasn't made a spark o' dif'rence in her. She's as still-necked as ever. She may do good at rusniu round makin' her." to society meet in s, ' personal sacrifices, but as for it ain't in Mrs. Baker heard, and trembled with indignation, but worse was to come. "Sho certainly doesn't carry her relig ion with her into her daily life," said tho voice of Mrs. Marsh, "and that'i the only true kind of religion, I think. Sho keeps hers for show, not for use I'm intimate enough at her house to know that." "She bottles it up and takes the cork out onlv on Sundays and at prayer meetings," and Mrs. Baker recognized Tilly Marsh's high treble. "It's a con venient kind of religion, vou see. But it don't impose upon any one but her self." "When a person makes professions, they'd oughter Btand by them every day in the year," said AUs. Long. "Jira. Baker preaches a sight, but she don't practice wuth anything." ' 1 or a moment Mrs. Baker was tempted to rush into tho next room and frankly tell her neighbors "what she thought of them;" but angry as she was, an in stant's deliberation convinced her that such a courso would bo highly inju dicious, and might lend to a scandal which would afford the village gossip for months to coino. So, without giving any intimation of her presenco, she hur riedly left the houso. "So this is how my neighbors talk or mo behind my back 1" she murmured, as sho reached her own kitchen again, and threw oil her hat and shawl. "This is how I am traduced becauso I would not sit up all night with a querulous old woman." Sho was very, very angry; but gradual ly sho grew calm, and began to think over quietly all she had Yicard. Tho longer sho thought, the more reasonable seemed tho charges which had been brought against her. Had she brought her religion into her daily life? Was it not truo that it was kept more for show than for wear? Bottled up, as Tilly had said, and tho cork taken out only on Sun days in prayer-meeting. Had her re ligion made her more lenient to the faults of her daughter? Had it caused her to bo more gentle and kind to her husband? Had it caused her to forgive old Miss Starr an offense of ten years' standing? . Poor Airs. IJaker! the truth brought homo to her thus roughly from other lips did more toward opening her eyes to her own past conduct than any advice or counsel, however kindly meant, could havo done. When John came in at 10 o'clock he was surprised fc find his wife in tears. Such a sight was extremely novel to say the least, and he was very much dis tressed by it. But he was not given any key to the mystery. Sarah took up her candle and went to bed without a word. Madsre thoucht her mother strangely silent and subdued the next morning, and watched her with some anxiety. "I'm afraid mother's going to be sick," sho said to her father, following him out into the yard when he went to the pump for a pail of water. "Sho does act sorter queer," admitted John. "We must jest be gentle with her and not answer her back if she gets riled." As Madge came back into the kitchen again her mother looked up from the pan of milk she was skimming. "You can have your club meet hero on Tuesday if you choose, Madge," she said. "I've thought better of what I said yes terday." "Oh, mother, how good of you!" cried Madge, running to kiss her a caress which Mrs. Baker received very kindly. "We shall be ever so careful of the car pet and curtains. And I want to tell you, mother, that I am sorry I made such a fuss last night. It was ridiculous, as you said, and I'm ashamed of myself. And I beg your pardon for speaking to you as I did, too." "We'll both forget all about it," said Mrs. Baker; "and now" as John came in with tho water "I want to hold a consultation about Misi Starr. It is only right that we should do what we can to help her. What do you say to a sub scription to buy her another cow, John ? I should think we could raiso enough to buy her a milker quite as good as old Queen." "Just tho thing!" exclaimed John. "You havo such a clear head, Sarah! I'll put my name down for three dollars." "And I will carry the subscription paper around," said Madge. "I'm a first class beggar, you know!" Tho news that Mrs. Baker had under taken to restore to Mrs. Starr her means of livelihood flew about tho village like wildfire, and a handsome sum was Boon raised for tho old lady, whose gratitude to her former enemy was very touching. She could not say enough in Mrs Baker's praise. The first step is always tho hardest. Mrs. Baker found it not at all difficult to keep ou in tho new path into which she had stepped. There were, very naturally, times when she forgot her new resolutions ; but the thought of Miss Tilly's remark about her religion was always sufficient to give her strength to begin again. "How good of you, Mrs. Baker, to take up tho causo of that poor Mrs. Starr!" said Tilly Marsh, one day, when sho met her neighbor in tho villago street. "It was only my duty," said Mrs. Baker. "I was the only person to seo to her, you know, since 1 am on tho relief commit tee." When Miss Tilly went homo she said to her mother that she felt sure they had done Mrs. Baker injustice in thinking her vainglorious and selfish. "Perhaps wo did," said Mrs. Marsh. "I don't understand her lately. She isn't at all as she used to be. Something has changed her. I wish I know what it was." But sho never did. How to Trcservo the Voice. Emma Abbott, the singer, says: "There is only one way to preserve the voice that I know of and that is so sim ple that it should not be forgotteu. Tho secret is, don't force it. Don't force it at any time, but especially do not force it into practice. I know it used to be the custom to teach a singer to bellow everything, but to bellow is not to sing, and I am not an artist because I rush at everything with all the wind of a blacksmith's forge. I used to imagine that it was necessary to howl in order to show that I could sing, but I know bet ter now. And who havo taught me so, you would ask? My answer is only three other women, but those three are Jennie Lind, Alboui and Adulina Patti." Georgia now has a law requiring hotels that do not use real butter to display a sign conspicuously j "This houbO uts oleomargarine." DANGERS OF THE OCEAN. GRAPHIC ACCOUVT OF THE GREAT BST LOBS ETES KNOWW. The Dlater of lH-i 30.0:0 iricn and 100,0110,000 of Property lo the Uotlom ol the Atlantic. The recent sinking of the steamer Dan iol Bteinmann, near Sambro light, and the dreadful loss of life- accompanying tho occasion, renders, in connection with the summer hegira to Europe, all matters pertaining to ocean travel of interest. Ocean disasters are of no rare occur rence, but one took place over a hundred years ago whoso very age makes it news to the present generation. It was an American-Atlantic gale, and one fleet went down in it -whose loss of human Mves and property is unparalleled in his tory. How many vessels and men went down in that great September gale of 1783 will never bo known; but out of the great "Blue Field" fleet, on its homeward way from the West Indies to England, and composed of about 100 ships, consisting of richly ladened mer chantmen, convoying men-of-war, and captured frigates and war vessels, over sixty were never heard of, 30,000 men of that single fleet went down to their graves in the Atlantic, and it was estimated tnat tho loss to England .was directly 20,000,000, or $100,000,000. Truly for four days' work there is noth ing in the world's history to roach it, and though it occurred but yester day to-day it is nearly forgotten, and of the thousands who pass tho Newfoundland banks it is a very small percentage who know of the great graveyard of 1783 that lies in their close vicinity. Thi3 doomed fleet was sent back from tho Musquito coast in charge of Admiral, afterward Lord, Graves. Lord Rodney was in command of the British vessels, and in connection with Sir Thoma3 Hood, had captured nu merous French men-of-war from tho Counts de Grasse and d'Estang, as well as American vessels and heavily-loaded merchantmen from both nations. These, with a large fleet of British merchant men, all well loaded; transports and ves sels returning with the sick and disabled, were placed under convoy of Admiral Graves, and the protection of the flag ship Ramillies, seventy-f our guns, Canada and Centaur seventy-four guns each, frigate Pallas, thirty-six guns, Ville-de-Paris, 110 guns, war vessels Glorieux:, Caton, Ardent, Jason, Hector and a num ber of others. It has been estimated that there were 3,500 cannon in this great fleet, of about ono hundred vessels. The vessels started on their disastrous voyage July 25, and made slow progress against heavy winds. On September 10 a heavy gale sprang up in the afternoon, and on board tho flagship Ramillies the top-gallant yards and masts were sent down, the sails furled and the ship brought to under a mainsail on the larboard tack. The fleet was well bunched around the flagship and the other vessels speedily fol lowed her example so far as practicable. During the night the wind was a gale, when at 3 o'clock on the morning of the 17th it whirled around into a directly opposite quarter, took the Ramillies by the lee, her main and niizzen masts went by the board, the foretop mast fell over the starboard bow, numbers of the yards broke in their slings, the tiller snapped, the rudder was nearly torn off, and in thirty seconds this great, mortal giant lay a wreck on the crumpled tops of a seething ocean, swept to a d( ad-level by a hurricane's knife-like hand. How many of the consorting vessels went down in that awful blast will never be known. Nobly the great Ramillies stood up against fate. Her copper sheathing was beaten off, the oakum left her seams and the waters poured in. Now came the fight for life. Gun after gun, cable after cable, siot after shot and bower after bower ere given over as a sacrifice to the wrath of the deep. Whips and buckets and pumps were going in all directions. Raw hides were stretched and nailed fore and aft. It all prolonged tho vessel's life, but could not save it. Gal lantly she fought for existence until tho evening of tho liith. . Then a part of her orlop-deck was in her hold, her seams were gaping wide, she was u shaky rib work of loosu bolts and timbers, and evidently settling forward. Some of tho merchantmen that still remained abovo water with their spars gone and sides stove camo as near to tho resoue as pos sible, and with vast difficulty the crew of tho Ramillies was scattered among them. This done, and with a hatred of the storm that had wrecked their gallant vessel, a hatred that a s?amau atone knows, tho torch was applied to her magazine and the brave ship, with her last gasp, defied her enemy and became her own executioner. Sucli was the fato of the Ramillies. Of the rest of that great fleet, the gigantic Villo do Paris, with her 2,000 souls, went down with all on board, and not a mortal eve s:w her sink. The Centaur, Glorieux, Hector (men-of-war) and a number of the mer chantmen went down like tho vast Paris with none to see their death and none left to tell the tale of their final miseries. Of the others, some were seen to sink, tho alarm gongs of others were heard, anil some were seen to drive before the gale, mastlcss, rudderless ami helpless. Aliout twenty-five vess"ls out of the hundred comprising the fleet are supposed to hae kept adoat. These reached different ports in sad plights. Some brought up at Halifax, some in Plymouth .Sound, others at Bristol, at Irish ports and in France. This last refuge served to bo the mockery of misery. Tho line-ship Canada, seventy-four guns, was sighted by the suruivors of tho American-Atlantic tornado half hull down, having her main top and uii..en-masts gone, with her main yard aloft and the sail blown lrom tho gasket. 1 lie impression was that she would go down to the bottom But she did not. With a marvelously fleet heel she outstripped the entire sur vivors, and ran into Portsmouth, Eng land, October 4. Inere she scattered tho news of the dire fate that had over taken the majestic Blue Fieki fleet. The news was speedily wafted across the channel to France, and the French priva teers swarmed forth to waylay the un protected incoming victims of the gale, and captured a number. So that after escaping the jaws of tho hurricane many fell into the prisons of France. Pitti burg Chronicle- Telegraph. Amber and Its Uses. Tho value of amber, familiarized as tho substance is in "smokers' requisites," is far greater than tho majority imagine. Small pieces of indifferent quality suffice for tho mouthpieces of pipes and for iso lated ornaments, and though tho prices charged for even such specimens as theso are far above their actual worth, they are comparatively cheap. In necklaces, how ever, where every bead has exactly to match its fellow, or in the larger articles, requiring to be cut from a singlo piece of considerable size, the cost and real worth of the fossil gum rises so rapidly that in certain cases it deserves, if the money charged for it be any criterion, to rank with the "precious" minerals, and many pieces of amber in the rough state are worth more than their bulk in gold. Yet even this does not ap proach by a long way the esteem in which antiquity held electron; for not only was amber tho oldest of gems, and therefore, in a measure, magnified by traditional reputation, but it was sup posed to possess amazing occult proper ties. It was worn all over Northern Italy as a preventive of goitre, just as it is worn to-day by the people of Arabia as a talis man against the evil eye. More power ful than sorcery and witchcraft, it was an amulet that made poisons harmless; ground up with honey and oil of roses, it was a specific for deafness, and with Attic honey, for dimness of sight. Nor is tho claim of medicinal virtue alto gether without foundation, in fact, for "its efficacy as a defence of tho throat against chills" owing probably to "the extreme warmth when in con tact with the skin and the circle of electricity so maintained" has been tested and substantiated. The ancients, however, wero not content with mystic curative powers in the solid sub stance, for they ascribed valuable prop erties to it in combustion, admiring tho perfume that resulted not only toe its ro- sinous fragrance, but for its healthful- ness, thereby Innocently detecting in the fossil pine gum the same virtues that modern physic attributes to the living pines. In many parts of the East, es pecially in China, where prodigious quantities of Prussian amber are con sumed, this substance is preferred to all others for insense ; and thus the Buddhist shrines in the palaces of Pekin and the holy palaces of Mohammedan Mecca alike owe the fragrance of pious fumes to the same strange, beautiful source the dead lir forests of a pre-historic Eu rope. Nevertheless tho chief charm, both for the past and present, lies in the positivo beauty of a mineral. Franklin and Adams as Room-Mates. Here is a funny old story which has never seen print, and it is true, having come down among the traditions of tho old families of Massachusetts, says a Boston lady: Some time during the revo lutionary period, or a little after, John Adams and Benjamin Franklin were dis patched from Philadelphia, I believe, to this State, ou a public errand. Adams had a mortal antipathy, shared by him along with the majority of mankind at that day, against the night air. He be lieved that if ho kept his bedroom win dow open even a crack at night he would surely die. Franklin, on the other liaqd, was a disbeliever in the theory of danger in the night air, and he had many argu ments with Adams thereon. Circum stances and the crowded condition of many of the taverns they stopped at on their journey eastward compelled them frequently to occupy tho same room, and often the same bed. Adams always opposed raising the window, and poor Ben nearly suffocated and re viled Adams on waking for his wretched theory of tho deadly effects of nature's universal medium of breath. Ono night Ben slyly raised a window in their com mon chamber, but Adams, ou the alert for his friend's little games, insisted that it should bo closed at once. Said crafty Ben: "Now, Mr. Adams, we'll go to bed with tho window up, and I will show 'vou whv it will not bo harmful to us to permit it to stay open. If I cannot con vince you of tho reasonableness of my theory, I will myself get up and close the window." Adams weakly consented, and Ben began to reason with him. Finally poor Adams was talked to sleep, and Ben tranquilly resigned himself tc slumber. Next morning great was Adams' horror at finding the window up, but not having died during the night, and feeling no ill effects from having breathed the night air, he became a con vert to sly Benjamin's night-air theory. The author of a history of America dur ing the colonial epoch told me this anec dote as something amusing, which, has hitherto escaped type. Franco of all European countries has the largest percentage of electors to the population, -20.8") to every 100 inhabi tants; Switzerland, with 23.55, stands second; Germany third, with 20.08, Den mark fourth, with 15.10; England fifth, with H.H'i. Krupp is building a hummer that weighs fifty tons and will cost over two million dollars. No doubt such a ham mer will coino handy during house-cleaning, but wo shouldn't like to hold the tack .Pit 11, iJt Iph it Call. A "frontier settlement" is frequently -nado with a shotgun. JUDOE NOT. Judge not; how much of wrotig !s ion How many hearts with sorrow wrung Purer, perhaps, than thine; Because suspicion, like a blight,' Has changed thoir hope to gloom'ot nlghl Thongh brightly hope did shine. Judge not ; how many a soul has been Driven by scorn to deeds of sin, . Which hod been pure without Believe not all reports as true, But give to them what is their due. An ever-honest doubt. Judge not; what right have We to say, "Our brother meaneth harm alway," But lot us rather give That Christian grace of charity, . Which we would were given, if we Under reproach should live. Our judgment, what a hasty thing I And oh! how deadly is its sting I The one it strikes must- bear Forhaps for years the wound it gives; And still the scar the wound outlives. Ob, let us then beware I Th Guide. HUMOR OF THE DAT. A false profit Bl-gottcn gains. Always getting into scrapes Nut megs. "Do take some more of the vegetables, Mr. Blood, for they go to the pigs, any way." Harvard Lampoon. Colored waiters are the best. "What ever is said at the table they will be sura to keep dark. New Orleans Item. "Half a loaf is better than no leisure," remarked the tramp, as he settled him self for a nap on a park bench. -JVow York Lfe. A young woman is about to open a cigar store in Now York. Wo have no doubt sho will have capital to back her. JSoston Jiuuetin. Jay Gould's income is reckoned to be at the rate of $9 a minuto. When a man asks him for a minuto it means some thing. Statesman. The sunsets are still red, which is more than can be said of a great many scien tific articles being published on tUe sub ject. Cincinnati limes-Star. A Japanese woman dresses her hair only once in four days. This gives the rest of the family an occasional glance at tho mirror. Bismarck Tribune. When freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the breeze , Bhe gave the ladies perfect right To do all things just as they please. Chicago Sun. A man has been arrested in London for simply laying up something for a rainy , day. In his room over nine hundred umbrellas were discovered. Norristown Herald. A preacher having married a couple in tho church tho other day, unfortunately gave out as the very next hymn, "Mis taken souls that dream of Heaven." Chicago Sun. "Y'ou can lead a horse to the water, but you can't make him drink," says the old saw. You couldn't make some men drink, cither, if you took them to a hydrant. llawkeye. A young dude once went to Tahiti, But the natives all thought as a sweetie They would find hiru so good, , , That they used him for food; Or, to put it more plainly, they eat he. The Judge. There is probably nothing in this transitory world that will yield larger and quicker returns on the amount in vested, than poking a wasp with your finger to see if he foels well. Chicago Sun. "Into tho lilt of love's blithe measure there has crept a curious jar and halt," sings Ella Wheeler. It appears that Ella's pa, too, comes down to the gate Borne-' times in his largest pair of boots. Courier-Journal. A Philadelphia man compels his daughter to eat onions every night for supper, and thus assures himself that he can shut tho house at 10 o'clock without locking iu a straugo young man. Bar liriyton Free Press, Kaiser William, King George, of Greece, and King Christian, of Denmark, will meet this summer iu Weisbaden. Opposition summer resorts will have to hold a pretty good hand to beat three Kings. NorrUtotcn Herald. A Canal street storekeeper conceived and executed tho plan of putting up the sign, "Admission Free," over the doorof his store, and lib place hits been crowded ever since. Tho average human being docs love a free show. Picayune. Soino ono says "no thoroughly occu pied man was ever miserable." The Philadelphia Nets is convinced that that man evidently doesn't know what it is to attempt tho feat of keeping twin babies quiet whilo their mother goes to church. "Yes," said tho English nobleman, "I was disgusted with Newport. Why, there were two other earls there when I arrived, and I didn't begin to monopolize all tho attention. America is becoming too overrun with noblemen. Boston Post. A little fellow with a tall, stalwart wifo was asked by a friend if tho contrast bo t wei n them didn't often expose him to mortifying remarks. 'Oh, 1 don't mind that." he said, cueerrully, "but since Sarah's grown ueur-sightod, 1 havo to look sharp for fear she'll step on me." Brooklyn KagU. Clara Morris says her "stage tears are real tears." "Well, great Scott, they ought to be! She's paid enough for them. The idea of a woman-getting f GOO for weeping and then palming off imita tion weeps ou an uuMispicious, confiding audience that has paid $1.50 for reserved seats! Why, we didn't supK)so that tmy actor or actress of promineuee would cry anything but real tear. You can'l expect the property man to furnish emo tion, we don't suppose. Hunkers.
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