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THE COMINO OF THE DAISIES,
There' no life without it winter,
There'- no year without ite sleet,
For the picture must be shaded
Tie the blttor makes the swoofc.
And oven in stern December,
Trustf ul hearts can licar this strain
At the coming of the daisies,
We shall all be glad again. (
Unto the happiest being
The sad touch of grief will come,
And Nature must have hor season
When the woods and streams are dumb,
But hearts were not made for sorrow,
The meads will their green regain,
And tho coming of the daisies
Bhall make us all glad again.
Oh! despairing hearts that murmur,
Hope has happy dreams for you:
Darkness cannot rest forever
In the bosoms of the truo.
Hear thh jrhltpcr, in the breezes.
In the beat of the warm rain
At the coming of the daisies
Wo shall all bo glad again.
Have faith when life is sorrowful
With momorlos of the dead;
Remember there is a summer
Whore the leaves ore never shed.
AVlth face to that better country,
Find hope in myng's refrain
At tho coming of the daisies
The earth shall bo new agaCn.
William Ijylt, in Rochester Democrat.
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MRS. BAKER'S RELIGION.
BY FLOKENCK B. HALLO WELL.
'tMrs. Baker, ma wants to know if you
can't como nnd sit up with granny to
night. She's worse, nnd ma 'n Tilly's
. 'bout warn out."
Mrs. Baker was frying crullers on the
kitchen stovo when little Tom Marsh camo
in to deliver his message She had been
at work all day, and was tired, warm and
considerably out of temper. She was cer
tainly in anything but a mood to confer
favors.
'No, I can't," she snapped, turning
upon littlo Tom a face scarlet from tho
glow of tho hot fire. "Your mother ought
to know bctter'n to send for me. I told
her only yesterday that I was up to my
ayes in work, ana that 1 expected com
Inny to-morrow. She'll have to find
some ono else. Goodness knows, I put
myself out enough for folks without being
called on to be a sick-nurse," and she re
sumed her frying, whilo Tom ran home to
report his non-success. . .
"Mother," said Madge, coming into the
- Kitchen just as Airs, isakcr. baring tin
ished the frying of the crullers, was re
moving tho kettle of lard from the stove,
"I've fixed tho spare room up beautifully,
I know you'll bo pleased with it. And
to-morrow I'll fill tho mantel-vases with
flowers just before Mr. and Mrs. Spear
come. Ana mother," very timidly.
"would you bo willing for mo to auk the
Shakespeare club to meet here next lues
day evening? They havo never met here,
and I've been a member over a year.",
"You must be out of your sonsos,"
said Mrs. Baker, crossly. "Do you sup
poso I'tl let two dozen people come trape
sing over my parlor carpet, and breaking,
tearing and burning everything! I'm
not so foolish."
"YoiiBpeakas if they wero so many
wild animals, mother," said Madgo, in a
tone of some resentment.
"They act like wild animals," said
Mrs Baker. "I'd like to know if they
aldn t burn up ono of Mrs. Ulurk.e s lace
curtains i"
"That was an accident," said Madge,
" and not likely to occur a second time.
Mary Lewis pushed a gas jet to one side
so as to see the glass better, and didn't
notice that she pushed it right into the
curtain. Mrs. Clarke didn't blame her
at all."
" She 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 I
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 inuke things very pleas
ant for me at borne. Susie Clarke could
have tho club at her house every night in
the week if she wanted to."
"There, that's enough 1 Go upstairs
until you can learn to control your tern
per," said Mrs. Haker, going into the
pantry ; and Madge went out, closing the
door behind her w ith a good deal ot un
necessary noise.
"You look tired, Sarah," said John
Baker, coming in as his wife was putting
Bunncr 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, I never depend on Madge. And
I might work my fingers to' tho boue
without its affecting her in tho least."
"You do the child injustice, urah.
6he'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 change the subject,
"Hiram Long shot old Miss Starr's cow
to-duy. You know he said ho would if
it ever broke into his corn-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," said
Mrs. haker, "and she knew he was the
sort of a man to keep a promise of that
kind. Why didn't she keep the cow
tied up?"
"She said the creature would break
loose no matter how she tied her. And it
' does seem a hard cauo, Tlu cow wa
tho old lady's only support. I was think
ing, Sarah, if wo couldn't do something
for hor? You being on the relief com
mittee, you know, could easily "
John Baker, do you suppose do you
actually suppose I'm going to lift ono
ungor 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 comm"
from you than from any one elso, Sarah.
She d know you d forgiven the past, and
that your religion meant something."
"When she comes to me and asks my
Fardon for what she did ten years ago,
11 think about helping her," said Mrs.
Iiaker.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 the
general run o' folks."
Tho entrance of ...adge prevented
further conversation n the subject, and
with a heavy sigh John Baker took his
seat at tho supper-table. He noticed
that his daughter's ryes 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 the table slipped a silver dollar in
her hand, whispering: "Buy yourself
some little trinket, darling."
Tho unexpected gift, coupled with
tho tender words, proved too much for
Madgo 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 the eyes of the father
were dim as he tried to soothe her.
"This is perfectly ridiculous," said
Mrs. Baker, exasperated at the scene.
"One would think the girl was seven
years old instead of seventeen. Leave
the room, Madgo, and don't come back
again until you enn behave yourself."
" You're too hard on the child, Sarah,"
said John Baker, as Madge went out,
sobbing wildly. "She's all we'vo got,
and we'd ought to make her home
happy."
" And do you pretend to say that I
make it unhappy?" demanded Mrs.
Baker. "You just spoil her out of all
reason. She don't know what sho really
does want, and so she makes mountains
out o' mole-hills. If she had to drudge
as Lucy Colo decs sho'd have room for
complaint. I wish you ' wouldn't put
notions into her head. I 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 further argu
ment would be useless. Sarah called
hersolf 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
she held prominent positions on various
committees appointed by the ciders. She
was always ready to join in plans to pay
the church debt; sho was the chief
worker in every fair and sociable; her
contributions to the poor box and to the
foreign missions were always large,
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. She did not appear to think it
necessary to exerciso it there at all. The
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. Shewas
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 village postoflice, and she
was left alono, she grew calmer, and by
the time the 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
she took oil 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. Bo I'll just step over and tell her
inyaelf why I can't sit up with her
mother. "
Mrs. Marsh and Mrs. Baker were very
near neighbors, jind 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 op a knock, and so Mrs. Baker
went Ground to tho back of the house
when -sho reached Mrs. Marsh's, and
finding tho kitchen door open, stepped
in at onco.
As she did so sho heard tho sound of
voices in tho adjoining room, the door of
which was ajar.
Sho had advanced half-way across the
kitchen, intending to make her presence
known, when tho sound of her own natno
spoken by a voice which sho recognized
as belonging to' Mrs. Long, another
neighbor, made her pause.
"Airs. Baker's religion ain't the kind
that stands soap and water, this woman
was saving. "It hasn i made a spark o'
dif'rence in her. She's as still-necked
as ever. She may be good at rushin'
round to society ineetin's, but as for
makin' personal sacrifices, it ain't in
her."
Mrs. Baker heard, and trembled with
indignation, but worse was to come.
"She certainly doesn't carry her rclig
ion with her into her daily life,"
said tho voice of Mrs. Marsh, "and that's
tho only true kind of religion, I think.
Sho keeps hers for show, not lor use
I'm intimate enough at her house to know
that."
"She bottles it up and takes tho cork
out only on Sundays and at prayer
meetings," and Mrs. Baker recognized
Tilly Marsh's high treble. "It's a con
venient kind of religion, you see. But
it don't impose upon any one but her
self."
"When a person makes professions,
they'd oughu-r Btaad by them every day
in the year," euid .Mrs. Long. "Jars
Baker preaches s sight, but she don't
practico wuth anything." !
t or a moment Mrs. Haker was tempted
to rush into the next room and frankly
tell her neighbors "what she thought of
them;" but angry as sho was, an in
stant's deliberation convinced her that
such a course would be highly inju
dicious, and might lead to scandal
which would nilord the villago gossip
for months to como. So, without giving
any intimation of her presence, she hur
riedly left the houso.
"So this Is how my neighbors talk of
me behind my back 1" she murmured, as
she reached her own kitchen again, and
threw off her hat and shawl. "Tills is
how I am traduced because 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 heard. The
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 the 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 be more gentle and kind to her
husband? Had it caused her to forgive
old Miss Starr an offense of ten years'
standing? .
Poor Mrs. Baker! the truth brought
home to her thus roughly from other lips
did more toward opening her eyes to her
own past conduct than any advice or
counsol, however kindly meant, could
havo done.
When John came in at 10 o'clock he
was surprised fro 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.
Madge thought her mother strangely
silent and subdued the next morning, and
watched her with some anxiety.
'.'I'm afraid mother's going to be sick,"
she said to her father, following him out
into the yard when he went to the pump
for a pail of water.
"She 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 here 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 tho 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 the 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 raise enough to
buy her a milker quite as good as old
Queen."
"Just the thing!" exclaimed John.
"You have 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!"
The news that Mrs. Baker had under
taken to restore to Mrs. Starr her means
of livelihood flew about tho villago like
wildfire, and a handsome sum was soon
raised for the 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 the hardest.
Mrs. Baker found it not at all difficult to
keep on 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 the cause of that poor Mrs. Starr 1"
said Tilly Marsh, one day, when sho met
her neighbor in tho village street.
"It was only my duty," said Mrs. Baker.
"I was the only person to seo to her, you
know, since I am on tho relief commit
tee." Whoa Miss Tilly went home 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 knew what it
was." But she never did.
How to Preserve 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 forgotten. The
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
tho 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 kuow bet
ter now. And who have taught nio so,
you would ask? My answer is only three
other women, but those three are Jennie
Lind, Alboni aud Adoliua Patti."
Georgia now has a law requiring hotels
that do not use real butter to display a
sign conspicuously; "This house uses
oleomargarine."
DANGERS OF THE OCEAN.
ORAPHIO ACCOUNT O
OP Tl
TUB OSS AT-
SST ZiOSS ETF
OWJT.
TUo I)Uiier of lrs-i L,o:0 Wen and
100,000,000 of Proprrtr o to the
Bottom ol the Atlniitlc.
Tho recent sinking of ihe steamer Dan
iel Steinmann, near Sambro light, and
the dreadful loss of life- accompanying
the 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 ago makes it news
to the present generation. It was an
American-Atlantic gale, and one fleet
went down in it .whose loss of human
Mvcs 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, 80,000
men of that single fleet went down to
their graves in the Atlantic, and it was
estimated that 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
the Newfoundland banks it is
a verv small tiercnntarra who know of the
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great graveyaru 01 lioi mat jies in ineir
closo vicinity. This 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 Thomas Hood, had captured nu
merous French men-of-war from the
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 RamilHes, seventy-four 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 16 a heavy
gale sprang up in the afternoon, and on
board the flagship Kamillies the top-gal
lant 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 ner example so lar 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 mizzen masts went
by the board, tho foretop mast fell over
the starboard bow, numbers of the yards
broke in their slings, the tiller snapped.
the rudder was nearly torn oft, and in
thirty seconds this groat, mortal giant
lay a wreck on the crumpled tops of a
seething ocean, swept to a dead-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 ip
against fate. Her copper sheathing was
beaten oil, the oakum left ber seams and
the waters poured in. Now come the
fight for life. Gun after gun, cable after
cable, shot after shot aud bower after
bowcrifcre 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 the
vessel's lite, but could not save it. Ual
lantly she fought for existence uutil the
evening of the lilth. . Then a part of her
orlop-deck was in her hold, ber seams
were gaping wide, she was a shaky rib
work of loose bolts and timbers, and
evidently settling forward. Some of the
merchantmen that still remained above
water with their spars gone and sides
stovo camo as near to the rescue as pos
sible, and with vast difficulty tho crew
of the Ramillies was scattered among
them. Ihis done, and with a hatred of
the storm that had wrecked their gallant
vessel, a hatred that a seaman alone
knows, the torch was applied to her
magazine and the brave ship, with her
last gasp, defied her enemy and became
hor own executioner. Such, was the fate
of the Ramillies. Of tho rest of that
great fleet, the gigantic Villo de Paris
with her 2,000 souls, went down with all
on board, and not a mortal eve saw her
sink. The Centaur, Glorieux, Hector
(men-of-war) aud 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, the
alarm gongs of others were heard, and
some were seen to drive before the gale,
mastless, rudderless aud helpless. About
twenty-five vessels out of tho hundred
comprising the fleet are supposed to have
kept atloat. These reached ditlerent
ports in sad plights. Homo brought up
at Halifax, some m I'lymouth bound
others at Bristol, at Irish ports and iu
France. This last refuge served to be
the mockery of misery. The lino sbii)
Canada, seventy-four guns, was sighted
by the suruivors of tho American-Atlaa
tic tornado half hull down, having her
main-top and uii..eii-iaasts gone, with
her main vard uloft ami the sail blown
from the gasket. The impression was
that she would go down to the bottom.
But she did not. With a marvelously
fieet bed she outstripped the entire sur
vivors, and ran into Portsmouth, Eng
land, October 4. Inere sho scattered
the 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. Pitt
burg Chronicle- Telegraph.
Amber and Its Uses.
The value of amber, familiarized as the
substance is in "smokers' requisites," is
far greater than the majority imagine.
Small pieces of indifferent quality suffice
for the mouthpieces of pipes and for iso
lated ornaments, and though the prices
charged for even Buch specimens as these
are far above their actual worth, they are
comparatively cheap. In necklaces, how
ever, where every boad has exactly to
match its follow, or in the larger articles,
requiring to be cut from a single piece or
considerable size, the cost and real worth
of the fossil gum rises so rapidly that in
cetain cases it deserves, if the money
charged for it be any criterion, to rank
with the "precious" minerals, and many
pieces of amber in tho rough state are
worth more than their bulk in
Id. Yet even this does not-
proach by a long way the estee
wnicn antiquity held electron; lorti
only was amber the 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 tho evil eye. Store 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 the claim of medicinal virtue alto
gether without foundation, in fact, for
"its efheacy 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, were not content with
mystic curative powers in the solid sub
stance, for they ascribed valuable prop
erties to it in combustion, admiring the
perlume tbat resulted not only for its re
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 subBtance 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 fir forests of a pro-historic Eu
rope. Nevertheless tho chief charm,
both for the post and present, lies in the
positive 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
como down among the traditions of the
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, on 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 tho other haqd,
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 samo room,
and often the samo bed. Adams
always opposed raising the window,
and poor Beu nearly suffocated and re
viled Adams on waking for his wretched
theory of the deadly eilects of nature's
universal medium of breath. Ono night
Ben slyly raised a window in their com
mon chamber, but Adams, on tho alert
for his friend's littlo gomes, insisted that
it should be closed at once. Said crafty
Ben: "Now, Mr. Adams, we'll go to bed
with the window up, and I will show
vou why it will not be harmful to us to
permit it to stay open. If I cannot con
vince you of the reasonableness of my
theory, I will myself get up and close
tho window." Adams weakly consented,
and Ben began to reason with him.
Finally poor Adams was talked to sleep,
and Ben tranquilly resigned himself to
slumber. Next morning great was
Adams' horror at finding the window up,
but not having died during the night,
and fouling no ill effects lrom having
breathed the night air, ho !ccame a con
vert to sly Benjamin's night-air theory.
The author of a history of America dur
ing the colonial epoch ld mo this anec
dote as something amusing, which has
hitherto1 escaped type.
Franco of all European countries has
the lurgost percentagu of electors to the
population, 20. 8 j 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 8. 8 J.
Krupp is building a hammer that
weighs fifty tous and will cost over two
million dollars. No doubt such a ham
mer will come handy during house-cleaning,
but we shouldn't like to hold the
tack. PhilaJtljhui Call.
A "frontier settlemeut" is frequently
"iade with a shotgun.
JUDGE NOT.
Judge not; how much of wrong is done;
How many hearts with sorrow wrung
Purer, perhaps, than thine;
Because suspicion, like a blight,'
Has changed their hope to gloomof nlghl
Though brightly hope did shine.
Judge not; how many a soul has been
Driven by scorn to deeds of sin.
Which had been pure without
Believe not all reports as true,
But give to them what is their due.
An ever-honost doubt.
Judge not; what right have We to say,
"Our brother meaneth harm alway,"
But let 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 I how deadly is its sting I
The one it strikes must bear
Perhaps for years the wound it gives;
And still the scar the wound outlives.
Ob, let us then beware I
The Guide.
IlUJIOIt OF THE DAY.
A false profit Ill-gotten 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 sun
to keep dark. Aew Orlean Item.
"Half a loaf is better than no leisure.
remarked the tramp, as he settled him
self for a nap on a park bencn. -JXeie
lurk LAje.
A young woman is about to open a
cigar store in Now York. We have no
doubt she will have capital to back her,
Uotton JSulutm.
Jay Gould's income is reckonod to bo
at tho 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 o a great many scien
tific articles being published on the sub
ject. Cincinnati Timet-Slar.
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 ,
She 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. Norridovon'
Herald.
A preacher having married a couple in
the church the other day, unfortunately
gave out as the very next hymn, "Mis
taken souls that dream of Heaven."
Chicago Sun.
"You 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, either, if you took them to a
hydrant. llaiekeye.
A young dude once went to Tahiti,
But the natives all thought as a sweetie
They would Unci him 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. Chkago
Sun.
"Into the 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 some- '
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 in a strango young man. Bur
lington Free 1'rens.
Kaiser William, King George, of
Greece, and King Christian, of Denmark,
will meet this summer in Weisbaden.
Opposition summer resorts will have to
hold a pretty good hand to beat three
Kings. Norritown Herald.
A Canal street storekeeper conceived
and executed tho plan of putting up the
sign, "Admission Free," over the door of
his store, and his place has been crowded
ever since. The average human being
docs love a free show. Picayune.
Some one says "no thoroughly occu
piod man was ever miserable." The
Philadelphia Neite is convinced that that
man evideutly doesn't know what it is to
attempt the feat of keeping twin babies
quiet while their mother goes to church.
"Yes," said the English nobleman, "I
was disgusted with Newport. Why,
there wero two other carls there when I
arrived, and I didn't begin to monopolize
all the attention. America is becoming
too overrun with noblemen. Boston Putt.
A littlo follow with a tall, stalwart wifo
was asked by a friend if tho contrast be
tween them didn't often expose him to
mortifying remarks. "Oh, 1 don't mind
that." ho said, cheerfully, "but since
Sarah's grown near-sighted, I havo to
look sharp for fear she'll step on me."
Brooklyn EwjU.
Clara Morris says her "stage tears are
real tears." "Well, great Scott, they
ought to bo! She s paid enough for
them. The idea of a woman gettiug $000
for weeping aud then palming oil imita
tion weeps ou an unsuspicious, confiding
audience that lias paid (1.50 for reserved
seats! Why, we didn't suppobO that nny
actor or actress of prominence would
cry anything but real U-ary. You can !
expect the property man to furnish emo
tion, we don't suppose. Huakee.