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A
A TRior"
WISDOM.
Row fade and loving primes;
Knowledge only hides away;
Downrnst eyes of witeliing lnsxcM
Steal thy poaco of mind away.
LOVK.
Minds forgot and bonks prow musty;
Love alone takes euro awny ;
Uoarta aro young when brains are runty,
Love I will whllo love I may.
MCATn.
Foolish world with foolish guesses,
Books aro idle, lovo is clay;
Yet to still the doubt that presses,
Guess on, guess on, till my day.
THE CLERK'S TALE.
It was a suffocating evening early in
.August, and I left my work at tlio For
eign ollicc to plod homctodinnerlhrough
the dusty ai ks in tlic worst spirits. The
wrongs of a junior clerk whose long prom
ised holiday had just been snatched away
from him on the cvo of fulfillment were
boiling in me. f felt that they cried out
for justice in a freo country. Everything
was prepared for this month's "leave,
which was to have begun next day. My
father hnd taken a house on ono of the
most attractive slopes above Grasmere,
and tho family residence in Lancaster
Gate already bore that denuded and for
lorn appearance which precedes a gener
al domestic flight. Wc hud breakfasted
payly, picnic fashion, with old and inad
equate implements, we had piophcsied,
with unabated cheerfulness, dining with
still fewer of the appliances of civiliza
tion, tho family plate being not lest but
gone bef ire to Grasmere. Tho house was
in as uncomfortable a state ns much pack
ing and puttiiicr away could make it, for
my people intended to spend between
two and three months at Emerald Hank.
Here was 1, with my wings out
spread for flight, caught back and
doomed to remain in solitude, with dis
mantled rooms and furniture lurking un
der dust sheets for company, and all be
cause an unstable senior clerk suddenly
declared that his health demanded: in
stant change of air, instead of waiting to
tako his holiday later on, as ho had in
tended. Tho talo of woe is uot com
plete, for Olga Fielding, to whom I had
" been but threo weeks betrothed, was
H coming with us to Grasmere, and wehnd
' promised ourselves a month of unalloyed
bliss among the Westmoreland hills "be
fore she was obliged to go back to her
filial duties in Copenhagen. There, ns
her mother was dead, she had to preside
over all matters, social and domestic, in
her father's extensive establishment.
Great heavens! what an ill-arranged
planet is this, and w hat a disorganized
constitution was that miserable T.'s to
choose such a moment to be out of repair!
In tho first week of September Olgu
would have to follow lwr fntlmr u-lw a
had r ;turned to Copenhagen, and we
should meet no more till after Christmas.
Was it not enough to make a worm
blaspheme? and the bang 1 gave tho hall
door on entering covered a vigorous ex
pression of feeling.
Well, tho news was broken to a dis
mayed and sympathetic circle. Olga,
who had hitherto professed to consider
me as likely to prove a very small addi
tion to the natural ieatures of the lake
scenery, was quite overcome; there was
some small balm in that. My mother was
ery unhappy. Even Barbara, tho young
est of the family, and strong in the scorn
of seventeen for matters of sentiment,
forcboro to jibe, and gave utterance to
violent exclamations of regret, coupled
with equally violent abuse of vague per
sons unknown.
My father, after the first natural shock
of disgust, endeavored to console me
with unpalatable philosophy and the cool
light 9f reason, remedies which always
seem an insult offered to affliction, when
applied to one's own case. "It's hard ou
you, Harry, my boy, no doubt, and I'm
sorry for it," he said, in that sobering
tone which strikes a chill through the
greatest moments of excitement, and
makes all previous emotion appear nn
noyingly ridiculous; "but now you have
entered on tho serious duties of "life, you
can't learn too soon that work and not
play is tho object of a man's life. I'm
not at all sure that" "Ah I how horri
ble," broke in tho soft voice of my be
trothed, with the pretty, careful intona
tion and long-drawn ripple of the r which
she had inherited from her Danish mother.
"Dear Mr. Richardson, do not let us be
reasonable to-night. No, that poor boy
is very badly treated, and it is all
fr-r-rightful!"' And my lady, unclasp
ing her eloquent hands, approached the
iron gray parent for whom our airection
had always been largely tempered with
respect, and flinging ono arm tightly
round liis neck, laid her pretty head
with its crown of bronze ripples confid
ingly on his robust black-cloth shoulder.
My father no doubt experienced a
slight shock; ho was unaccustomed to
such audacious treatment from the young.
But he liked it, he certainly liked it; and
Elanting a firm parental salute on tho
rcezy coils he left us to pour out our
mutual woe at leisure.
That night I found it impossible to
sleep. The atmosphere was no close and
oppressive there seemed to be uo air to
breathe, and a dull feeling of undefined
apprehension haunted me persistently
through long hours of wakefulness and
miserable brief dozes, refusing to bo
charmed away by the voice of reason.
Haggard, unrefreshed,and still conscious
of the same vague foreboding clawing at
my heart, I left that bed" of suffering ut an
unwonted hour in tho morning and de
scended lo the library, now a desert of
bare boards, dotted about with precipi
tous islands under dusty cloths. Here a
pipe, that unfailing comforter of de
jected manhood.restored some balance to
my disordered mind, but I still felt very
depressed, and was preparing to go forth
and seek an early swim, when the door
opened, and to my amazement Olga
glided into tho room, pule and droopinir,
with dark lines under her brown eyes.
After mutual exclamations and greetings
I demnnded tho reason of her wan and
dejected appearance. Sho did not an
swer at first, but turned her face away
nnd tormented the braid on her traveling
dress in Eilence. "Well, if you wifl
know, dear friends," she said at last
with a charming gesture of resignation,
"I think your old foreign office has be
witched me. No, it is not that unhappy
T., who has the evil eye, for I have a
feeling as if Rome danger was hanging
over you, and I could not sleep all night
for it. Oh, Harry I" continued the im
petuous damsel, suddenly throwing aside
the dignity with which sho was wont to
treat me, now that tho worst was out,
"como away with us to-day. Nevermind
a thousand governments and clerkships!
I will not go without you. Something
dreadful will happen; you feel it too. You
look lit for tho hangman yourself." It
took mo a long whilo to restore Olga to
calmness. I laughed at her prognostica
tions and was careful to betray no simi
lar feelings on my own part. Sho was
more or less convinced at last of the utter
ruin it would bo to my future prospects
to desort my post, nnd wo were reasonably
resigned if not cheered by breakfast
time.
Well, I saw them all off from Euston
station, and trailed away, a hapless vic
tim, to my dreary tank in tho exalted
gloom of Whitehall. That day seemed
interminable, yet there was nothing to
look forward to at tho end of it. and still
with tho previous night's weight ou my
spirits, I started on my way buck to tho
howling w ilderness inLancaster Gate.
Near Hyde Park corner, where very
few carriages remained to make hay of
mo oust, l was startled Irom melancholy
retlection by a arrcat bunar on tho back.
Turningsharply round. 1 confronted that
athletic giant, Jack Oliver, who had been
at the same college as myself, and whom
I had not met sinco we took our respec
tive degrees at Oxford three years before
At Oriel I had been wont to write Jack
down as an ass, becauso his invariably
boisterous spirits and perpetual athletics
wero at times a perfect nusiance. but in
my present forlorn condition his jolly
face and infectious laugh were a real God
send.
Wo dined at tho club toe-ether, and
afterward went to tho theatre, then
smoked a pipe or two in company at
unvers lodgings, so that it was toward
1 o'clock when I left him to return to
Lancaster Gate. Walking along under
ino pane railings, the trees made occa
sional ghostly rustlings overhead; the
air was very sun and heavy, in expecta
tion of a traveling thunder storm. Vho
tull shut-up houses facing tho park
looked as forbidding as so many mauso
leums in tho moonlight, and only the
footsteps of a stray wayfarer here and
there, or tho welcomo rattle of an occa
sional hansom, broko tho stransre still
ness.
All the uncomfortablo feeling of the
past twenty-four hours, temporarily
thrust back by Oliver's cheerful company,
returned with overwhelming force. In
dignant at being so befooled by what I
declared to myself must bo a dispeptic
imagination (though my acquaintance
with dyspepsia was happily of the
slightest), I argued fiercely with my
own folly; but all in vain, that inde
scribable dead weight of apprehension
still crushed my spirits. The senseless
sense of unseen danger grew stronger at
every yard. I was ready to roar for very
disquietude of spirit. "Coufoundit all,"
I almost shouted, "this is beyond a 'joke !
Vhat an abject piece of imbecility for a
man who has always flattered himself on
having too much reason to fall a prey to
any superstitious delusions whatever! I
must bo ill; if things go on like this to
morrow I shall give in and io to old
Burrows (tho family yEsuulupius) to be
put together again."
Meanwhilo every step forward ap
peared to grow more and more dirlicult.
A sudden sound of footsteps close be
hind most unaccouutubly paraylyzed my
powers of locomotion, and filled me with
a horrib!3 dread. This was monstrous;
w ith a kind of groan of disgust and mis
ery over my own decrepitude, 1 resolutely
turned around and waited till the steps
reached me.
Merciful heaven ! What was this that
came up, brushed past me, nnd went on?
My brnin reeled, a cold perspiration
broko out on my forehead, for frantic as
it may sound, it was myself that I saw
go by. My exact imago and counterpart
came toward mo, looked mo full in tho
face with cold, indifferent eyes, differing
from mine only in their expression at the
moment, und passed on. brushing me with
the sleeve of a flight overcoat exactly
like tho one I wore. I noticed with
despairing recognition on tho creature's
left hand, which was raised, holding the
unbuttoned flap of his coat in frout of
him (a favorito trick of mine), the very
ring Olga had given me a week ago, anil
which was also on my linger at that mo
ment. For ono long minute I stood stupefied
with horror; the next I darted forward
after that terribly familiar form, which
crossed the street and went on toward
our door. I felt suro that I must be mad,
or in the clutches of some hidden tHght
mare. Oh! for some power to shake it
otf and awake. But no! the area rail
ings had a firm and chilly reality when I
touched them. My footsteps and those
of others sounded all too solidly on the
deserted pavement. I even caught my
self deliriously smiling ut a peculiar trick
of walking in tho thing in frout, with
which Barbara had often taunted me. It
wus an extraordinary opnortunity of see
ing oneself as others see one, but what
mortal could have availed himself of it
under such circumstances?
I staggered on behind him, unable to
dimiuibh the twenty yards or so that
Rennrnfed na 'Wmibl hrt oton nf Qnl? '
The suspense was almost intolerable. Ho
disappeared through tho door, though
the only surviving family latch-key was
in my pocket. When I reached the door
it was shut, nnd boro no signs of r.ny
unusual treatment. I could not go in. I
could not follow into tho house and run
tho risk of meeting him on the dark
stairs. A horror unspcakablo had taken
possession of my senses. I turned and
fled, nnd spent uncounted hours in walk
ing about tho silent streets and squares,
unconscious of tho lapse of time.
The early sunshine aroused and cheered
my scattered wits. Gradually the sounds
of common lifa awakening brought back
my reasoning faculties. The discordant
cry of that bird of dawn, the early sweep,
was as music in my cars and seemed to
make the dreadful night fade into re
moteness and unreality.
I made my way back to Lancaster Gate,
footsore nnd exhausted. The milkman
wnf driving merrily up and down; when
I reached our doorsteps, it seemed a year
sinco I had last asccuded them. I rushed
up to my room; it was, of course, empty,
tho bed untouched. But on the pillow
and turned-down sheet, exactly whore my
head and shoulders would havo been in
the natural course of things, lay tho ruins
of a largo bust, tho Hermes, which had
been wont to stand on a bracket over tho
head of the bed. This bracket my moth
er had frequently entreated me to replace
by a firmer support ; it had given away at
last under tho ponderous weight of the
bust, which, strikinp; njrainst the iron rail
of the bed, had broken into tho two or !
threo murderous portions that reposed on
tho pillow and sheet, tho bracket only
having chosen to glance oil on the floor.
Had I been there Hermes must certainly
have crushed my skull.
Thrilled with fresh emotion, but too
exhausted then to meditate long over the
event, I went slowly down to the dining
room and fell asleep on the sofa. The
old charwoman, who appeared later with
my breakfast, told me she had been
startled by hearing a loud crash in the
night soon after the clock had struck,
but having been only half awake at tho
time.sho concluded that it was the thun
der of my boots bein thrown out to
await the morning's cleaning. Sho was
now, however, much excited about it.
nnd disposed to revel in a tragedy. I
told her that I found the statue fallen
on my bed, nnd that, as it took three
men to move it in a general way, I had
been obliged to content myself with the
sofa. The brief and matter-of-fact tone
of my explanations quite failed to quell
her exclamations of wonder and amaze,
ment, and she was not to be debarred
from the pleasure of gloating over all
tho details of the tragedy which had been
averted.
Since that night all has gone well with
us. My blessed chief at the foreign
office found means to let me go in a day
or two, and our time at Grasmere was all
we had expected it to be. After Christ
mas, to our great joy, Mr. Fielding gave
up his house at Copenhagen and came to
London. Olga and I were married tho
following summer, and we have never
again been disturbed by presentments,
apparitious or any other subjects worthy
to exercise tho industry of society for
physical research. Lonj mail's Mayazine.
Antiquity of the Lightning; Rod.
Attention has recently been called to
the use of iron as a metal for lightning
rods, says an English paper. In this
country, where the subject has been left
in the hands of the manufacturers, lightning-rods
arc made of pure copper, and
consequently are far too expensive for
general use. In France, America and
other countries Iron rods aro in vogue,
and found to answer tho purpose very
well, beside being inexpensive. In
Canada a church was recently protected
by a round iron rod three-quarters of au
inch in diameter, and welded at each
joint. The upper end of tho rod was
drawn to a point, and a damp ground
connection provided for tho lower end.
The rod was secured to tho church by
galvanized iron staples. The total cost
was under three pounds. While upon
this subject we may mention that Frank
lin was propably anticipated in his dis
covery of lightning conduction. Ac
cording to M. do -Rochas, the ancient
Etruscans understood tho art of guiding
tho lightning. Servitis relates that iu
ancient times tho priests ignited their
sacrifices by lightning, and on ono oc
casion Tullus Hostilius was struck dead
because he neglected the precautions laid
down by Numa.
Menageries.
The popularity of menageries has al
ways been great, yet, although there are
now menaireries at thn KnHt-fmd ihev
were formerly the luxury of princes. In
nussia, ior instance, lou years ago, the ;
grand menageries at St. Petersburg were
kept solely lor the court. Many of the '
animals wero caught alive to be used at i
the hunting festivities of the imperial
court. The Empress Anna Ivanovna was :
passionately fond of hunting; she kept j
oiu uuunus, ana was a capital stiot. On
one occasion (August 20, 1740), she killed
one wolf, four wild boars, nine stags, six
teen turkeys, 37-t rabbits, sixty-eight
ducks, and several large herons a mag
nificent bug even for an empress. The
numerous elephants iu her menagerie
were expensive nets, for thev worn f.:.l rn
, -- I J . w..
sugar, butter, wheatcn flour, wine, and
bun. yjne oi mem required a large daily
portion of brand v. ami the
- ' vu"- "
seut to Siberia if a single gill wus ab
stracted from tho elephant s portiou
PaU Mall Gazette.
"No loafers allowed
here except
police," is the legend conspicuously posted
posted
police
iu uie council iiiuiia (Iowa)
station.
A niece Of Steel is u rrrwirl dflll like a I
man:, lu-.vo;i get it red hot it loesits j
FASHION NOTES.
Scarlet bonnets are fashionable.
Wido sash ribbon is in demand.
Foulards were never more popular.
Steel-beaded laco fronts are very
showy.
Bluo and red combinations are seen
everywhere.
Some long silk gloves are puffed from
the wrist up.
I'laid ginghams come with embroid
ered flounces.
Two kinds of straw mixed in the same
hat is very ugly.
Dressing sacques are very elaborately
trimmed with laco.
' Small blush roses are embroidered all
over a pale blue chambery.
Yokes are immensely fashionable both
for young ladies and little girls.
White poke bonnets and parasols are
painted to match tho dress panels.
Old-fashioned plaited shirt fronts are
once again becoming tho wrinkle.
Long Chantilly laco scarfs are fash
ioned into mantles, to be worn with black
dresses.
Fedora front rcdingotes and garments
for little girls are as popular as for grown
up women.
Lace ruffles should trim light summer
silks, foulards, all India silken stuffs,
and surahs.
High buttoned boots in French or
Dongola kid are tho correct day wear for
littlo women.
Little girls carry parasols ornamented
with one or more Kate Greenaway figures
on the gores.
Pongees como with very elaborately
embroidered fronts or panels in dark and
bright colors.
Ladies' high walking shoes have the
uppers in red and the vamps in black al
ligator skin. .
All white goods are being sold at great
ly reduced prices, and offer bargains to
housekeepers.
Ribbon beds on lawns are usually cir
cular and formed of concentric circles of
foliage plants.
Tucks are alternated with lace or em
broidered flounces, and continued up to
the waist or skirt.
Wreaths of grasses dotted over with all
sorts of gay insects are worn on country
hats by Parisians.
White Chinese silk dresses, embroid
ered in gray and blue, are pretty, but un
assuming for evening wear.
Real duchesso or point lace is made
over transparent frames is the popular
wedding or reception bonnet.
Manilla is the latest color in vogue.
It is a shade lighter than ecru, and is
tastefully mixed with all other colors.
Straw sailor hats with largo, round
crowns drawn in ribbon bands tho size of
the head, are fashionable for little boys.
Many of the new white dresses for
misses are made with the new shirred
waist, known as the "Josephine Waist."
The jacket or casaque opening over
the waistcoat or gathered or plaited
plastron is a decided feature in ear
cummer suits.
A large blue rough-and-ready straw hat
has poppy-red crape bunched around the
crown, with a number of wings in front
of the same color.
Flat scarfs, like those worn by gentle
men, are patronized this season by ladies
who wear them with tailor-made suits,
which are open at the throat.
The largest number of wash goods
dresses made up in one particular style
are those in the form of what are incor
rectly called Mother Hubbards.
Wide leather collars ond cuffs with tho
edges studded with steel are intended to
be worn on the coats of small boys, who
have belts and pouches to match.
Some jerseys cost a hundred dollars,
but they are masses of beads and em
broidery with laco stripes, and are not
any prettier after all than some that cost
only a few dollars.
The momentous question of the femi
nine American mind at present is not
whether to vote or not to vote on the
coming presidential election, but how to
keep the bustle in place.
Tho fancy of wearing a velvet basque
with a while or light goods skirt is not so
comf' Me for the headed term as that
of t) muslin or lace spencer with a col
ored or black silk or wool skirt.
Very wide sashes are again in vogue.
They pass around the waist and are tied
in a big bow in the back. They are
specially pretty with full tucked Bkirts
and full waists with or without yokes.
Big gilt darning-needles and big gilt
headed pins are the latest fancies in bon
net and hat decoration. Two aro thrust
diagonally through ouo side of the crown
and at right angles, forming a sort of
cross.
The Circassian jacket, quite short at
the waist, square cut in front, opening
over a Russian waistcoat and belt, and
worn with a full trimmed or untriuimed
skirt, comes to us among other Parisian
novelties.
Pelerines are made of the same material
as the dress. They are cut high, though
not exaggerated, on the shoulders.
Many have long panels down tho front,
shirred at the ends and finished off with
ribbons and tassels.
Only nine sovereigns of England have
lived longer than Ojueeu Victoria, who is
now sixty-five, and only three Henry
HI., Edward HI. and George HI. havo
reigued longer than she. Victoria's reign
has extended over forty-seven years.
Three European monarchs are older than
she is the emperor of Germany, who is
eighty-seven; the king of the Nether
lands, who is sixty-seven, and the king
of Denmark, who is sixty-six.
HIE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL.
CHE PATHETIC STORY OF A PRI
VATE'S BURIA.Ii.
4urrMinnrl by ronirnHes, Far Away
From Home, lie Itlcs anil In Iaid
Away Forever.
Some of tho boys will remember the
day we buried Billy Taylor, private, C
sompany, Forty-seventh Illinois infantry.
remember, because it was the first time
ever marched in n military funeral, and
t was only a boy; I hadn't seen my nine
teenth year then, and I wasn't much
taller than the musket I carried. Billy
wasn't killed in battle. He had passed
through a dozen fights; every time the
Forty-seventh went in he was close by
tho colors, and shot or bullet never
touched him, but the gods of war de
manded more lives than the rifle and
cannon could pile upon his reeking altars,
and so death,- wearying may be? of the
red carnage of the "field, often came to
our tents to select a victim for the sacri
fice. So Billy was excused from duty
one day, and sat about in thn tent, and
tried to shake oft tho sickness that como
creeping over him, and had time to write
part of a letter, and then he planned
what he would do to-morrow. And
the next day he was excused again, and
itayed in his bunk, but it was hard,
and he could feel the knots in the
board under the blanket, and it
made him restless, and he thought if he
didn't feol better to-morrow but he
knew he would he would go to tho
regimental hospital. And the next day
he was better; so much better that ho
was pronounced well, and his name was
stricken from the sick-list. It was also
stricken from tho company roll and ho
was marked off duty forever. Six men
were detailed for pall bearers, a corporal
and eight men for escort, and following
marched the men and officers of the com
pany, in the inverse order of their rank.
Somehow, the sunshine seemed dim
and misty as the muffled drums spoke
mournfully, and our slow steps seemed
to bo marked off by heart-breaking sobs
in a distant home away up in the far
away Northland. The wailing fifes
breathed the pathetic strains of " The
Land o' the Leal " until the air seemed
filled with tears:
There's nae sorrow there, Jean;
There's neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is ever fair
In the land o' leal.
We could hear the sweet voices of
women, tremulous, grief-stricken, in the
mourning fifes. AVomen ? Since he
kissed mother, sister and sweetheart
good-by in the Prairie State ho had not
heard a woman's voice syllable his name.
His last dying looks were bent upon
bronzed, bearded faces; and the kind
hands that dressed him for tho funeral
march wero hard, calloused with toil and
war and scented only with the cartridges
they had last handled. The voice of a
woman would have sounded to him like
tho blessing of God. To die, so far
away from home; to die and know that
at that moment, ignorant of his passing,
the dearest of earth were joyous, sing
ing, laughing, may be; to dio and know
that the days would creep on into
weeks, and the weeks drag on
into months before they whose names
were quivering on his loving, praying
lips, would know it; to die and know
they would be still writing letters to
him when his eyes would be closed and
the heart that longed and loved would
be stilled forever. It is a sad, sad thing
to bury a soldier.
But sorrow's sel' wears past, Jean,
And joy's a comin' fast, Jean,
The joy that's aye to last, Jean,
In the land o' the leal.
And they what would be the measure
of their sorrow in the stricken home.
His dying kiss, his last goodby, the lov
ing look in the closing eyes, tiio peace
that death would print upon his face
they would never see it, they would
never hear it, they would never know it.
What wonder our soldiers' hearts were
heavy as the burden on tho bier, and our
tears were faster than our measured
steps ! And the mournful drums, iu their
sad monotone, pattering like tears upon
a coffin lid, sobbed on like the murmur
ous rushing of a troublod stream, hush
ing tho shrill grief of tho complaining
fifes, softening their cries into tho plain
tivo moaning of a sorrow that has wept
its violence away, and mourns with the
whispers of tho plaintive niuht wind :
''Halt!" and how softly tho corporal
voiced his orders. "Rest on arms!"
Tho chaplain i rending something from
the only book man read at that time:
"I am the Resurrection and tho Life;
he that believe! h in Me, though ho were
dead, yet shall ho live. And whosoever
believth in Me shall never dio."
With broken voice ho prays above the
dey and our hearts echo his prayer, as
t )in to lie in tho rude coilin with
,ut comrade.
"Attention! Shoulder arms! Load
at will fire!"
How tho ringing volleys over the
grave, making a thousand discordant
echoes in tho woods about r break
in abruptly and harshly upon , . Iff.
"By platoon, right whey -march!
Column, forward, guido left, quick
march;"
Cheerily the fifes sang out tho dancing
measures of "Gerry Owen," merrily rat
tle tho close-strung, spirited and inspir
ing drums, with pieces at a "right
shoulder" t:aily back to the camp we
marched.
What! we have followed the dead sol
dier and stood in tears by his lonely
grave wo have been away from camp
nearly two hours and the world hasn't
slipped a cog; it hasn't missed a single
heartbeat; it ha-n't -stood still a second.
The second relief h.d just gono ou when
we went out, and there goes tho third
marching out now.
What aro the drums for? Full in for
Cress parade. Burdette.
LAST JULY.
She's barely twenty, and her eyes
Are very soft and very blue;
Her litis g'em made for sweet replies
Perhaps they're made for kisses, too;
Her little teeth are white as pearl,
Her nos3 aspires to the sky.
She really is a charming girl,
And 1 adored hor last July.
We danced and swam and bowled and walked;
She let me squeeze hor flngor-tips;
Entranced I lisfned when ebe talked,
And trash seemed wisdom from her lips,
I sent her roses till my purse
AVos drained, I found, completely dry;
I longed to sing her charms in verse
But all of this was last July.
Of course at last we had to part;
I saw a tear-drop on hr cheek;
I left her with an aching heart,
And dreamt about her for a week.
But out of bight is out of mind,
And somehow, as the time went by,
Much fainter I began to find
The memory of last July.
July has come again at last;
With summer gowns the rocks are gay;
It seemed an echo of the past
To meet her on the beach to-day.
She's even fairer than of yore,
And yet, I could not tell you why,
I find the girl an awful bore
So long it is since lost July.
Sophie St. O. Lawrence, in C(ury.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
A
sandwich An African belle.
Life.
A checkmate The
Boston Post.
rich husband.
An Ohio newspaper speaks of a man
being bruised by the emphatic gesture of
a mule.
Smoking does not agree with some
people, but it always seems to soot the
chiumey. Boston Bulletin.
"This is :t warm wave," said the man
whose irate wife flaunted a hot fire
shovel in his face. New York Journal.
"Iloigh-oh!" said Mrs. Spriggins, "I
see that poor old Mr. Wilkins has died
intestate. I alius said high livin would
ruin his innards." Life.
Love, some one says, destroys the ap
petite. That man evidently never was m
the vicinity of an ice cream saloon with
his best girl. Boston Bud'jet.
AVives are very presumptuous creatures.
They aro always asking for a lock of
their lovers' hair before marriage and
taking it without asking afterwards.
A New York paper says "heels are
lower this season." Heals a.e high as
ever here; the doctors charge three dol
lars a visit. Boston Commercial Bulletin.
A youth may be firmly convinced that
love is blind, but it will be just as well
for him to avoid ice-cream saloons when
he is out walking with his girl. iseu
York Journal.
Mr. Morse, of Hartford, has taught
school for sixty-ono years. Mr. Morsa
thinks that birch trees make the best
shade for a schoolhouse frout. LouitvUU
Courier-Jour mil.
Girls, never allow even a lover to have,
his arm around you. Tho papers daily
show that thousands of our brightest
young men are going to waist. Phila
delphia Chronicle.
AViggins, tho Canadian prAphet, pro
claims that ho has seen a second moon.
It is not stated whether ho stepped upon
a banana peel or ran into a yard gate
on a dark night. Baltimore American,
"We pardon sin; we do not pardon
baseuess," says Ouida. Yes, we forgive
the umpire, but when tho second baso
makes u square muff and lets iu two men
we tear down the grand stand. llock
land Courier.
"Dear George," said tho young wife,
tenderly, as sue stroked her husband's
Irving bung; "shall 1 sing 'Some Day?'"
"Yes, dear, " replied tho heartless wretch ;
"some day when I'm away from home."
HjinercUle Journal.
The father of five marriageable daugh
ters wus iu town a few days ago trying to
buy some four-leaf clover seed to plant in
his back yard. He suid he had read that
when a young girl finds a four-leaf clover
it is a sign that sho will be married with
in a year. Jiorrittoien Herald.
Now the small boy, loudly wailing,
Misses Uith his panto and euat;
AVIiilo he's in tho river trailing
They were euteu by a gout
Now the fool, who goes a-suiling
Just to ruck the cranky boat,
Will gain sense while friends are bailing
Out the water from his thrimt.
Aew York Journal.
"What is the most momentous ques
tion that has agitated the women of our
country since the first blast of freedom
swept over this laud?" screams Lillie
Devon aux Blake, if you want our can
did opinion, Lil, we should say it was
w hether they shall wear a Jersey or a
Mother Hubbard. Bradford Mail.
The overshadowing and overwhelming
issue now before tho American people is
the comparative worth of the numerous
baking powders in tho market. Viewed
coldly from a professional, utid therefore
disinterested, standpoint, the odds are
decidedly in favor the baking powdei
which does the must newspaper adver
rising. Chicaijo -Ytrs.
A Sudden Change of Opinion.
A youug member of a village debating
society who talked more than half au
hour on the allirmative side of the ques
tion, "Is the world growing better?" was
ns mad as the mischief when he got
ready to go home and found that some
pel son had carried away his new silk
umbrella und left a seventy-five cent cot
ton nil air, with two broken ribs, in its
place, llo says if tlmt question ever
comes up ugain he wants an opportunity
to make a few remarks ou tho negative
, jdu. Middletown Truiitcrijit.