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KOW TO LIVB.
ho should wo livo Hint every henir
May fall nn fulls I ho natural flower,
A solf-raviving thing of power ;
That every tlmiilit and r-cry dood
May liolil within Itself & boimI
Of futuro good and future noed ;
Esteeming sorrow, whose employ
Is to develop, not destroy,
Far butter than a barren joy.
Lord Ilovghlon,
UNCLK PAUL'S WIFE.
It litul ruined nil dnv: and at nbrhf.
with the same dull, monotonous sound,
the rain Mill fell on tho gravel walk be
neath t ho window, while through tho
dark old pines nt tho hack of the house
wont the continual mournful soughing of
the east wind.
I was weary of nil indoor occupations,
I could not n sort to invectives against
" weather, for I hud no listeners,
Aly uncle. Dr. Paul Eastman, hud gone
iirco miles through the wind and rain to
visit a patient in the nlmshouso, a little
boy whoso life was nearly ended, and
Mrs. Wist man was visiting her friends in
a distant State.
In nn idle, half dreaming mood, I lay
on tho sofa in tho pleasant library to
awnit my uncle's coming.
Tho cheerful firelight fending its warm
bright glow ovcrthe gcraniumsHiid roses
In tho deep buy window, over the few
pictures on the" walls and the well filled
book shelves, banished nil thought of
tie wintry desolation without. Above
'io shaded lamp, on tho little study
bio, was a portrait. It had hung there
lor many years, the old housekeeper said.
1 cannot describe that pictured face, so
nobly, so serenely beautiful. Wiuild you
try to describe the look which me ono
you love wears for you? Neither will I
try to paint wif words thnt face, which
was tho full rcnlfcntinu of my thought of
thoso messengers who como from the un
seen world to strengthen ami bless tho
weak nnd suffering among mortals.
Wns sho Uncle' Pauls' first lovo the
fair young girl whose loss has darkened
.ill the years of his early manhood? I
had heard something of "the g est sorrow
which had clouded those years, and of
one whoso life of beauty hud kept her
memory fresh in tho hearts of many. I
had heard, two, of the tenderness with
which Uncle Paul took to his home,
which should have been hers, her invalid
mother and little brother, and cared for
them till tho mother went to join tho
daughter nnd tho boys were fitted for
commercial or professional life. But
there was a mystery in his life. If ho had
loved 'and lost the ono whose face was
pictured there on the canvas how could
lie ever have given the placo that would
have been hers to the respectable, com
monplace person whom I have known for
fivo years as Mrs. Eastman ?
The longer I watched tho sweet face
looking down upon me the greater seemed
the mvBery, and so thinking I fell
ifMecp.
A voieo awakened me. "Ah! Miriam,
tfreaiubig ?"
"Yes. uncle; dreaming of that face
above your study table."
Ilo walked across the room nnd stood
. silently before it a long time. Then he
cstno to me. "It is very like her, Mir
iam; and sho was as pure and good as the
angels. 'V
"Can you tell me of her, uncle f What
was her name !''
Then, after a short silence, ho told me
his early sorrow nnd revealed tho secret
of the mystery that perplexed me.
"Her name was Grace Hyde. She was
eighteen and I was twenty-one when sho
romiscd to be my wife. " I was just fin
hing my professional studies, nnd had
y own way to make in the world, but I
as strong to do my work nnd to tight
V battles, for Grace was awaiting tho
suit. Her love would strengthen mo
F.ud her hand would reward my victory.
" 'I will not fetter you, Paul, 'she said;
I know how tho promise of many young
lives has been unfulfilled because thu
daily needs of life and tho necessity of a
practical answer to tho questions: "What
shall we eat, and what shall we drink,
and wherewithal shall wc be clothed?"
have wearied tho spirit not yet ready for
its life-work, crippled its energies, and
chained it to an ignoble service, while
the nobler work it might have done, waits
for another. (Jive all the time you need
to the highest culture, tho fullest devel
opment of your intellectual strength, find
for yourself a fitting sphere of labor, and
then, Paul, 1 will go with you, nnd to
gether wc will make life beautiful.'
"I could not combat her resolution.
She was firm, and her father said : 'Grace
is right; in the future you will acknowl
edge it.'
"So 1 finished my studies in the uni
versity and went to Paris. Grace, pale
and tearful, withherlittle hands in mine,
said: 'Be worthy of your best self, and
may God forever guide and bless you,
dear Paul.' And then we parted.
"I had not been away three months,
when a letter from (irace announced her
father's attack. 'An attack of apoplexy.'
she wrote. 'Poor mother, it is a teniule
blow to her; 1 know not how she will
bear it. I prnv that I may help her, and
that God will give me power to comfort
her.' After that her lelteis were not sad,
but then; was a subdued cheerfulness, or
it might have been an effort to be cheer
ful, and there was nn impatient looking
forward to my return. Shu hail such
trust in mo, such a noble Kinbitioii for
me, 1 was always stronger and better
after reading her words. Jler influence
was around me continually, and the
'eniptat ions of Paris life were nil power-:-'Ss.
I could not disappoint her trust,
i wou'-'Vry to be worthy of her.
"I J o.i n in Paris nearly two years,
'"d w .Ji"r'"fe' t return, when one
ay tirUcr, directed in nn unknown
.ud, wns given to me. 1 opened it
hastily, with a presentiment of coming
ill, fol"Wad heard nothing from Graco
for many weeks. There wore thoso words
from Dr. Morton, the family physician of
the Hydcs:
Dkar Pact.: Orn.ee does not wish to nlnrm
her mother, and therefore wishes nio to write.
Her days are numbered. Come quickly, if
you would soe her.
"You can imagine tho slow passing of
tho days that wero bearing me to Grace.
Sho was dying; she might bo gone be
fore I could reach her; and, as if In
mockery of my impntienco, tho dull,
monotonous ticking of the clock sounded
in my cars, nnd tho minutes passed so
slowly. At hut wo readied Now York.
A lew houls' ride in tho cars and I was
in A . I went immediately to her
house, but there was a strange name on
tho door-plato. I rang, and inquired
where Mrs. Hydo had removed. The
servant gave me tho street and number.
I soon found tho house, a small cottage,
in a retired street. 'What wns tho cause
of this removal ?' I nsked myself. 'Why
had they left their old homo ? nnd why
had Grace never mentioned it in her let
ters I Was it DOSsihlo that novertv bnd
been added to the sorrow of that great
bereavement and Graco had concealed it
to avoid giving me pain?' Absorbed in
theso thoughts, I stood nt the door of tho
cottage, just as Dr. Morton was passing
out. Ho grasped my hand. 'Welcome
homo, Paul,' ho said. 'They are all ex
pecting you. Grace is quiet ; sho does
not suller now. I tell you, Paul, there is
no use in trying to keep her here. She
belongs to a better world. Angels like
her are not given to us for a long time.
They do their work quickly nnd then go
homo.'
"He had led mo into tho little parlor,
and in a few words told meall that Graco
had concealed from me. Mr. Hyde had
died insolvent. His creditors had seized
upon everything. Mrs. Hyde had rented
a small house, and furnished it plainly
with the little remnant of tho estate
which was left them. Few, even their
most intimate friends, knew how very
small this remnant was. Graco obtained
a large class of pupils In music, and at
night, when she returned, weary from
her lesson, she taught classes in French.
With a brave heart she worked, sustained
by the consciousness that her mother was
saved from toil nnd her little brothers
were unconscious of tho loss they had
sustained.
" The constant, wcarving toil was too
much for ono so wholly unused to it.
While the spirit was very strong and the
heroic young girl found peace in living
j for others, tho warning came. Sho must
1 rest. A little longer she struggled, then
! sank, and there was no help for her. Her
j earthly work was done. Tho
old man wept like a child. I could not
J weep. In my heart a rebellious voice
I was saying: ' It must not be. Grace
i shall not die. I.ilo is worthless without
; her.'
j "That evening she was my wife. I
begged that it might bo so; that I might
not lose sight of her while she remained.
How beautiful she was my Grace in
i that hour, with the dark hair brushed
' back from the pale forehead, the uu
natural brightness that shone in her eyes
! and the burning crimson in her cheek.
I " To love and cherish till death do us
part." Are thoso words uttered with a
full feeling of their signilicancc when
hopes are blight and life seems only to
have commenced? To us they were full
of solemn import. Deatn might come to
do his work in ono week, one day, one
hour, and I should have no Grace, no
wife.
"But she was mine, mine! nnd to
gether wo waited tho summons that
should separate us. In the few days that
remained she told me of the bright hopes
of tho future our futuro that had sus
tained her in tho days of trial, and of the
faith that had made all things easy to
bear.
"If I had known it would end so,
Paul, sho said, 'I would have told you;
but I thought I was stronger, and would
work bravely without telling you any
thing that would pain you, "and you
would soon come. But it is all right. I
shall be youis in the other home. Walk
worthily here, Paul. Consecrate your
self to a nobio life; remember all the
dreams of your life, and perhaps in tho
home to which I urn going 1 shall know
it all.'
"Thus the days passed till the messen
ger canto, and Grace went with him."
My undo sat a long time, with his
head on tho table before him, before he
spoke again. Then he continued: "It
is thirty years since Grace's mother and
brothers came to my home. Mrs. Hyde
lived but a few years, and one by one
tho brothers there were three of them
made homes for themselves, and I was
left alone.
"In this room I kept the books and
plants she loved, and her portrait hung
always above my study table; and so I
almost lived in her presence. But there
were times when, my loneliness seemed
insupportable and life was a weary bur
den I would gladly lay down that I
might go to her.
"Once 1 have seen her. Do not doubt
it, Miriam. Five years ago I was very
ill for many weeks. Grace's portrait was
taken from the library and carried to my
chamber, that during tho long days,
when I hail only servant) for attendants,
I might have her face continually before
me. The disease gained ground, and
my physician insisted that 1 must, have
some more suitable attendant. 1 had at
that time no near friend or relative, with
in many miies' distance, ami so Dr. Ives
brought Jane Hope to the house. I had
met her frequently in the homes of my
patients, and I knew her us a faithful
nurse.
"In my half-dreuiniug moods I had
fancied that Grace was with me, aud it
was not always pleasant to be awakened
by the touch of a hand larger and
rougher than hers, and to hear a voice
that hud precision and hardness in its
tones, when I had been drceming of tho
voico so long silent. -But I learned to
know Jane beUcr and to value her prac
tical knowledge.
"Ono night the narcotics I had taken,
instead of producing their usual effect,
had brought on a state of feverish wake
fulness. Strange, shadowy forms floated
around me, sometimes taking to them
selves tho faces of friends I had known
in boyhood. I could not drive them
away. I rubbed my eyes, and said:
There is tho table, and there the
window. There is nothing between
mo and them;' but tho next
minuto tho spaco would be filled
with my ghostly visitors. Stephen
Grant, who in college bore rho
name of Euclid Grant, from his devotion
to his favorite study, and something of a
mathematical precision in every action,
stood at tho foot of my bed, in tho dim
light, wearing tho same look of impcr
turbablo gravity, his hend covered with
triangles, and his hands filled with circles
and squares. In a low, monotonous voico
ho was reciting tho causes of my disease;,
nnd prescribing for its cure: 'Let AB bo
tho disease, anq CI) the time. Then to
the square of Ho was interrupted by
tho dancing entrance of the young girl,
who thirty-five years before had taught
him lessons with which Euclid had noth
ing to do. She came with tho freshness
of springtime around her, bearing in her
hands arbutus flowers, violets and daisies,
which sho threw upon our Euclid. They
fell upon him and wreathed themselves
around tho nngles, circles nnd squares in
which he had buried himself. Then a
violin on tho table commenced playing a
lively strain, nnd tables, chairs and
ghostly forms in wild confusion mingled
in tho dance, and I saw no more.
"When I awoke the light still burned
dimly, and the portrait of my lost Grace
looked tenderly, pityingly upon me, and I
knew that through "all the long years of
loneliness thus had sho looked down
upon my desolate home. When my sor
row hr.d seemed greater than I could bear
one thought had strengthened me tho
thought that in tho homo to which sho
had gone I should never more bo lonely;
sho would be mine forever.
"But that night the earthly future
seemed so long and tho way lead
iug through it so weary and deso
late, in my agony I cried: 'How long!
oh! how long I' Then tho face changed.
It became a living face, as full of tender
ness as before, but wearing a cheerful,
hopeful look; and you will think it a
dream, Miriam, but I was not sleeping I
saw her as plainly as I seo you now. She
seemed to step down from tho canvas
and noiselessly to approach me. I
tried to rise. I stretched forth my arms
to clasp her; but tho waving other hand
repelled me.and her upward look seemed
to say, 'Not here, but there.' She drew
nearer, and then I saw Jane Hope, my
kind, faithful nurse, by her side. Then
sho took Jane's hand in her own That
little palo hand and holding it a mo
ment sho placed it in mine, and said, in
thoso low, sweet tones, thrilling my
w hole being: 'Take her, Paul, my Paul ;
she will help yon and comfort "you till
you come to me. 1 am waiting for you
Paul; in his time you will come, and
then, my own' I knew nothing more of
that. Kt.riinrrn ntrrlif tint- rf ,tn,i,r frillmtf
I r.. !.... 1 ..: i...
"During tho days of convalescence
the portrait had such a happy look; and
when Jane brought me tho tempting
delicacies she could so well prepare,
there was a smile of sweet coutentment
on tho face. So I learned to watch for
her coining, and to be very happy w hen
she sat by me, busy with her sewitig.or
when I could watch her moving around
the room, giving thoso indescribable
touches to its arraugements which do so
much to please the eye.
"When I was well enough to go out
Jane camo one morning to tell me sho
was going away. I told her all, and
asked her to stay with me always. The
next week we were married ; nnd my
kind, good nurse has proved the kindest
and best of wives."
A strange ending to all of Paul East
man's early hopes; a strange awakening
from his early dreams. From Grace, tho
beautiful and gifted Grace, purified by
suffering, whose saintly life was a holy
memory in the hearts "of all w ho loved
her, to cold, stern, practical Jane Hope,
the faithful housekeeper, and alas' noth
ing more, how great the change!
Did the young wife, looking down
upon his earthly needs, send a messenger
to give Paul Eastman a wife who should
mend his stockings and keep his house
clean ; make his gruel and his bed ; nurse
his gout and prescribe for his rheumatism ;
or was it an overdose of morphine that
did the work? Who shall say? Ho
firmly believed that Jane was sent to him
by Grace, and so he is content; while I
I only " tall tho tale as 'twas told to
me."
An East India Version of the Flood-
In East India there is a legend that
ages ago mankind became so very bad
that God determin d to destroy ail ex
cept just enough to begin with anew.
The exceptions were mostly preserved
along with pairs of all sorts'of animals,
in a golden pa'ace on a mountain lop.
A boy and a girl, born of parents who
were "neither good nor bad," had been
previously ( ai lie. 1 oir by an angel from
the respective homes on the day of
their birth, and were brought up 'in a
crystal palace 'suspended in mid air,
where they wen; te .d d by a mute female
figure of gold. Whe.i they grew up I hey
were married, and a girl was born til
them. The destruction of the wicked
having been effected by tire, tho earth
was thereby greatly smirched. So giants
were sent to wash it clean. They used
so much water that a deluge wiis pro
duced, and the water rose to high that
the golden palace and its inmate were
in danger of being submerged.
SELECT SIFTINGS.
A locomotivo lasts about thirty years.
Red snow covers the summit of a moun
tain near Sacramento, Cal.
The second hand pins sold in boxes
are picked out of rags by women who
make about five cents a day by the work.
Experiments made by M. Muntz with
various kinds of water spring, river, sea
nd rain water, also snow prove that al
cohol may bo found in all except in puro
spring water.
Paper bottles, tho material for which is
one part rags, two parts straw and five
wood pulp, are largely used in Germany.
They are made water-proof by a coating
of defibrinated blood, liino aud sulphate
of ammonia.
Tho young men of this country spend
snnunlly $ 32,000,000 in confectionery for
their sweethearts. According to the cen
sus there are 10,000,000 youths who pur
chase candy, making an average of only
(3.20 for each.
The returns made to the proper officers
show thnt last year only thirty-eight per
sons in all Great Britain held licenses for
vivisection, and that only fifty-five exper
iments were made without anaesthetics,
and that these were simple inoculations.
The mortality of tho whole globe has
been oomputed by a continental publica
tion at the following figures: Sixty-seven
per minute, 07,700 per diem, and 85,
039,835 per annum, whereas the births
are 30,702,000 per annum, 100,000 per
diem, and seventy per minute.
Toward the close of tho seventeenth
century "clipping and coining" had de
veloped to a very great degree in
England, and incarcerations and hangings
were constant for these offenses. In
1002, it is recorded, there were 300 coin
ers aud clippers dispersed in the city. So
bold were the coiners that they made
their counterfeit money even in Newgate.
To show their skill they struck a medal
of Newgate, which is still to be found in
Englisn collections.
WISE WORDS.
Choose brave employment with naked
sword throughout the world.
Genius follows its own path and
reaches its destination scarcely needing
a compass.
That state of life is the most happy
where superfluities are not required
and where necessities are not want
ing. Discretion and hardy valor are the
twins -of honor, and nursed togethci
make a conqueror; divided, but a mere
talker.
When Fortune comes smiling, she of
ten designs the most mischief. When
Fortune caresses a man too much, she is
apt to make a fool of him.
Old age is tho night of life, as night
is the old ago of day. Still, night is
full of magnificence; and, for many, it is
more brilliant than tho clay.
Ho is poverty-stricken who is so ab
sorbed in the little inclosures of which
he holds the title deed that he loses his
grasp on the bending universe.
Self control is promoted by humility.
Pride is a fruitful source of uneasiness.
It keeps tho mind in disquiet. Humil
ity is the antidote to this evil.
Money and time are the heaviest bur
dens of life, and the unhappiest of all
mortals aie those who have more ol
cither than they know how to use.
Immense Continental Armies.
Colonel llennebert, a French professor,
has compiled some appalling statistics in
regard to the immense continental armies
that could be put into the field in case of
a European war. Not mere armies, but
armed nations, ho says, will hereafter
meet on the battlefield, and the battles of
the future will be gigantic massacres.
By the law of the 2d of May, 1874, the
German government is authorized to call
out, in case of war, 0,000,000 men. By
tho ukase of January I, of the same
year, Kussia is permitted to arm ncarlv
13,000,000. Of course, these numbers
are only on paper; but, deducting every
thing, taking the real number available
in the two empires, and it is positive
that Germany can put into the field 3,
800,0011, and Bussia 2.500,000 fighting
men, thoroughly drilled and disciplined,
while, as Austria, by her law of Decem
ber 5, 180S, is permitted to put on a war
footing 1,20.1,000 soldiers, an Austro-Germau-Hussian
alliance represents, in
round numbers, 7,50(1,000 combatants.
Join to these, as may be considered
certain, Italy's contingent, assured by
her laws of 175, 1S7U and 1872 at 2,
570,000 men, and the quadruple league
can dispose of a mass of troops of all arms
exceeding 10, 000,000, with 1,000 batteries
of field guns.
A Pathetic Incident.
A pathetic little incident connected
with the celebrated case before Congress
regarding the reduction of fifty dollars
per month from the pension allowed by
the government to the late General Ward
I!, liurnett, for gallant services rendered
his country, occurred on the day of his
death. The cougi essioual committee
were seated in their room discussing the
case, hotly arguing for and again, t the
brave old soldier, whether or not tore
store the special pension, which to them
personally could mean so little, but to
Iii in was fraught with such weighty in
terest, when suddenly all weie startled
by the unexpected entrance of Mrs. Bur
nett. Gazing around for an instant with
u dazed, sorrowful air, she udvanced a
step nearer, say lug gravely, with a won
drous pathos iu her voice, "Gentlemen,
you can tight him no lender, he is gone,"
mid then the brave hi arti d wife, w ho,
through all the years of tiial and sorrow,
newr once falteied in that helpful alle
giame to her husband, which was the
bright spot in Ihe closing years of a once
brilliant career, burst into teirs. IIW
unitvH Cujtitiit.
i CONCERNING KINTx COTTON.
IJTTEBESriNO FACTS ABOUT A
GREAT INDUSTRY.
The Sm-rMl Slmib of I mlin-Production
ol olti.il in Orienlinl Coma
tries I'rimilivn .Machinery.
The traveler in the far East sees grow
ing about the temples of India a purple
blossomed shrub, over which tho Hindu
priests watch reverently. It is the sacred
cotton tree from whose ripe bolls is made
the tripartite thread, the Brahmin symbol
of the Trinity. Although in no other
clime and by no other race is this plant
held in such peculiar and reverent regard,
all the civilized world pay homage and
tribute to the king whose throne is in
the sunny cotton fieids. And so they must
from necessity. This king clothes fully
one-half of the human race in his own fab
rics, and a larcce share of tho remainder
aro indebted to him for an essential part
of their raiment. In his employ a thou
sand "heavy-laden argosies" pass to and
fro across the sens; at his bidding cities
rise vocal with tho sound of whir
ring spindles and throbbing looms;
MerrimacB and Willimantics do
his will; and all around tho
world from the Himalaya slopes to
the Carolinns, millions of human beings
toil their lives away in his servitude.
Tho time is not known in history when
cotton did not foim a part of tho cloth
ing of mankind. It is said that the
"blue hangings fastened with cords of
fine linen and purple to silver rings and
pillars of marble " in tho palace of
Ahasuerus, at Shushan, described in tho
Book of Esther, were made of this ma
terial. Herodotus put it on record, 450
B. C. " The wild trees of that country
(meaning India) bear fleeces as their fruit
passing those of sheep in beauty and ex
cellence, and the Indians use cloth mado
from these trees." Tho Institutes of
Menu, written some 400 years earlier,
contain many allusions to cotton and cot
ton cloth under various names. Tho
cultivation of tho cotton plant in India
is traced back more than 1,000 years be
fore the Christian era. The culicoes and
muslins of that country have been famous
for ceuturies. All the inventions nnd
mechanical skill of the present day have
not been able to produce such tine and
durable fabrics as are woven on the rudo
and clumsy machines used in Oriental
countries.
A French traveler, writing of the cali
coes of Surat, says they are " so fine that
you could hardly feel them in your hand,
and the thread wdion spun is hardly dis
cernible." Muslin has been mado in
Bengal so extremely thin that when
spread upon tho grass and moistened
with dew it is almost invisible. A single
pound of this thread has been spun out
to the length of a hundred and fifteen
miles. Clotn made of these delicato
threads has been poetically described at
"webs of tho woven wind."
In China aud Egypt tho production of
cotton began at a remote period, although
it was not until recent times that it as
sumed commercial importance. It was
considered worthy of record by Chinese
annalists that the Emperor Ou ti, who
ascended tho throne in 502 A. 1)., wore
a robe of cotton on that occasion.
The eariy cxploieis of America found
the Cotton king already established here.
Cortcz received cotton garments as pres
ents from the natives of Yucatan; and
Spanish historians describe it as forming
the chief article of clothing among the
sub jects of Montezuma. Garments mado
of this material wero found in exploring
the most ancient Peruvian tombs, and
there is evidence that it was cultivated in
that country as early as 1532.
Tho process of weaving cloth seems to
have been one of tho first arts practised
among mankind. It has been found to
exist among the rudest and most savage
people, long anterior to the dawn of civ
ilization. And although performed with
tho simplest and rudest implements, iho
same that aro used to this day in many
Eastern countries, the product of these
primitive machines often surpassed, iu
many respects, the textures now woven iu
tho mills of Manchester and Lowell.
With the aid of a few sticks and the dex
terous use of hifnds and feet, the native
of India constructs a fabric of marvelous
fineness nnd beauty. Down to the time
of tho introduction of improved machinery-weaving
was chiefly done in the
homes of the people, and the weaver's
art descended as a heritage from genera
tion to generation. It was everywhere
held iu high repute as a most useful and
honorable employment. The distatT it
self became the sign of thrift and indus
try. The first manufactories of cotton goods
in Europe wero established in Italy,
chiefly at Venice and -Milan, wtiose fus
tians and dimities were highly valued in
the households uf early times. Tho
Netherlands was the next country to
adopt the art, which from thence was
translated info Eng'atid by the Protestant
refugees from Flanders, afterthe capture
of Antwerp by the Duke of Parma in
1585. A tic Yui k 4)Iim rn-.r.
Why He Was Afraid.
"Johnny, go up to bed now. It's after
0 o'clock."'
"Oh, pshaw! You come along,
mother, and hold the light; I'm afeard.''
"W hy, child, what are you afraid of ?
You went up to bed many a time ithout
a light."
"But it wasn't when I had chapped
lips, like I got now, and can't whistle
any; 1 could whistle then." -luiUmki
iililtc ,uUl llil.
A famous Prussian general was inspect
ing some military .-tables. " What do I
see then-," he said, in tones of thunder,
to a sergeant "cobwebs.'" "Yes, sir,"
was the respectful reply ; "we keep them
there to catch the Hies, and prevent, their
teasing tho homes."
BELLES ON THE BEACH.
Boe the dainty, darling belles,
Diving belles 1
How the music of their merriment melodIooV
wells !
Keeping time, timo, time,
In a Rort of splashing rhyme,
To th motion of old ocean as his bowrto
proudly swells
With delight.
In hiR might,
At the soul-ensnaring sight
Of the beautiful and bounding bashful belle,
Of the bellos, belles, belles,
Belles, belles, belles, belles,
Of the splashing, dashing, nover "mashlrjgn
belles I
Pee the garments of tho bellos,
Eat hing belles I
What a world of ingenuity each charming
ccstumo tells I
Some aro red, whit, blue,
Divers colors, every hue,
While the many vio in brilliancy with any
of the shells
Which below,
As they go,
Vainly try to kiss the toe,
Of the sweetest and the neatest of the belles,
Of tho belles, bellos, belles,
Bellos, belles, holies, belles,
Of the natty and the natatorial ballesl
Seo tho antics of the belles,
Frisky belles!
flow they frolic in the foamy waves, while
flirting with tho swell!
O'er their skill they gayly gloat,
As they dive, swim, float,
Giving vent to their enjoyment with oiasper"
ating yells,
While the sea
Sinilm with glee
At tha girlish jubilee
Of the jolly, jaunty, jubilant and ever joyous
belles,
Of the belle", belles, belles,
Belles, bellos, bellos, belles,
Of the streaming, gloaming, streaming, beam
ing belles,
The ne'er subdue 1, the rainbow -hued, tho
dainty diving belloi
New York Journal.
HUMOK OF THE DAY.
The king of Greeco Oleomargarine.
Philadelphia Call.
Tho family nursery is generally a big
bawl room. Chicago un.
An anxious inquirer asks: "Where is
tho best placo for salt-water bathing?"
In salt water, dear friend. Boston J'ust.
A lobster always blushes when he gets
into hot water, but man, less sensitive,
presents an unaltered front. Huston
JJudiJit.
"There is something crooked about
this," remarked tho teadier, as ho took a
bent pin away from a scholar. Xeio York
Journal.
" Hard lines," muttered the tramp
when he tried to cut a clothes rope and
found it made of wire. New York
Joiima7.
A medical journal takes two columns
to tell wakeful people how to go to 6leep.
Hah, we know a good way; try to keep
awake. llurlimjluii llawkiye.
i Come into the garden, Maude, with a
hand rake and a hoe. Here are tho big
gest weeds you ever sawed, growing in
tho onion row. l'itUburj Democrat.
The latest boarder in an uptown estab
lishment recently ollcnded his landlady
by pointing at tho fish-bnlls and asking
tho waiter to pass -him another hand
grenade. 1'ucL
In some respects n mouse is far super
ior to a man. A mouse could make a
woman rustle around and climb on the
table nnd squeal, while a man couldn't
make her budge iin inch. Pittsburg Dem
ocrat. " Don't you admire tho range of my
mind?" asked a literary woman of her
husband. " No," was tho frank reply;
"the kitchen range possesses a great
deal more attraction for me." Burling
ton Free J'rtiv.
A young man or a young .woman in
love is as blind as a bat, and the beloved
object might be as full of faults as tho
Platte valley is of toads without tho one
w ho is principally interested ever finding
it out. Philadejihiii J'icxh.
"How will my lovo como back to me?"
asks a poetess. Well, it i a mighty
hard question to answer in theso trying
times of a presidential campaign. Do
may come back all right, and then again
lie may not. You stand a good chanco
to win either way you bet. 'tck' Sun.
Nature is guilty of some st range freaks.
For instance ; throw a ti n cent dog tha
has never seen water into the river, and
it will immediately swim to shore; but
when a $50,000 man, whose education in
the natatorial art has been neglected,
falls overboard, he incontinently sink,
to the bottom. Sorrintotcn Herald.
VVUK FOIl TltAMI'S.
A lmnery gleam iu his eye,
II" nay he's s iiiht, work o'er and o'er;
till, if h d but u i-liiin .- to try,
io-a wiii i; his bo'Le.aud hium-Ics sore!
But just, i-re listeiiiii to his cry,
l'i -illt lo the i id '.' - ' '.' tii door
He'll turn awuv wna ivi ary si;; l,
Aud you will never see him mora.
I'hi wl. 'j ui Call.
A wrier iu a scientific journal says
black eye is simply a "severe contusion
of the integuinen's under the oibit, with
great cxtra aat ion of blood, and ec
chviiiosis in tic surrounding cellular
tissue, which is i.i a tuin li.-'l state.'
And here nil this time wc have sup
posed that a black eye was siniplv tho
le.-ult of a little man calling a big man :t
liar. --Mtirrit.toicn linn!-!.
Seven of the jury who coiideniue I .lo! n
Brown to death uie slill living, and ihcW
H4 s Hverage seventy ye ns.