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Carl Schtirs says of newspaper men
Hint they "nre tlio guardians of truth and
personal liberty." This, the Kcw York
WWhl remnrks, in the best thing Mr.
Schurz ever said.
The Boston (1lob has difcovercd thnt
in six Enstcrn States there arc now livinjf
''.TOO people more than eighty yenrs of
"' lit the Aggregate those long lived
"down-casters" hnvo lived moro thnn
2.10,000 yearn.
Kven tho nationality of Bhnkosponre
dues not appear to be safo in these day
of fantastic! speculation. A Frenchman
is (mid to be writing a book which will
show that the bard of Avon waiof French
descent, and his name was originally
,faques I'ierrc, or, In plnin English, John
Peter.
A correspondent of tho Philadelphia
Xorth Amrri-an calls attention to tho fact
that Franklin's, grave, at Fifth and Arch
streets, is in a neglected condition. He
suggest- the propriety of putting it in
proper shape, tho more particularly aa
Dr. Franklin was a delegate to tho Con
stitutional Convention in 1787.
Cunndn is nuked to grant an annual
subsidy of $'00,000 for fifty years in aid
cf tho proposed subway connecting
Prince Ed ward Island with the main
land, tho first cost being estimated nt
3,000,000. The tunnel is to bo seven
or eight miles long, and, doubtless, will
cost more than the original figure.
Thomas A. Edison, the famous invent
or, may spend the winter in California.
- It is roportcil that he will build a wintei
hamftntThcrmalito, Bntto County, Cal.,
and erect a fine laboratory. For several
years ho lias been experimenting with
specimens of tho black sand deposit
found in that country, endeavoring to
extinct gold therefrom.
Professor F. E. Boynton says in the
Popular Men Monthly that a region ol
country twenty miles in diameter, where
North Carolina, South Carolina and
Georgia coine together, "contains more
interesting und rare plants than can be
found in any spot in the Vnited States
occupying the same area." lie calls tin
district "a botanical bonanza."
A Birmingham (Conn.) electrician hass
new rat-trap, which, it is aaid, works
admirably. JIc attaches a piece of meat
to one polo of a dynamo machine, which
can only bo reached by tho rat by stand
ing on a plnte which serves as tho othct
pole. Report says that no rat has yet
got the meat, but many have reached foi
- it, and tho inventor is rewarded for his
ingenuity by a largo collection of dead
rats.
At a recent meeting hold in Alexandria,
Virgiuin, to further the. project to build
a grand avenue from Washington to
Mount Vernon, it was explained that tho
proposed avenue would run for two
. mili. through tho Arlington property,
and that it was expectod that the Govern
ment would construct ut least that
portion. The various states would be
asked to send trees to lie planted in the
parking along the holders of Mount
Vernon avonue, and it is hoped that the
thirteen original States would bo suffi
ciently interested to place in life form,
in bron.e or marble, tho signers of the
Declaration or Independence.
newspaper in Illinois recently
brought suitagainst forty-three men who
would not pay their subscription, aud
obtained judgment in each for full
amount of tho claim. Of tlieso, twenty
eight meu made affidavits that theyowued
no more property than tho luw allowed
them, th'in preventing attachment. Theu
I hey, under the dc.ision of tho Supreme
Court, were arrested for petty larceny,
and bound ovor in the sum of $300 each.
All but six gave bonds, while six went
tojuil. It makes no di (Terence to what
part of the coutinent the jtajicr goes, a
bill Kent' to the Postmaster, Justice of
the Peace or any Vnited States officer
can be collected.
"Tho Vnited States not only continue
their work of feeding the rest of the
world they steadily Increase the amount
of that work," says the Philadelphia
Telegraph. ''For the ten months ending
August 111 the exports of beef and pork
exceeded by $3,000,000 the exports of
the same kind in the same period in 1880.
The total was $05, B00, 000 or a ratio of
' over $7,000,OHO a year. The wonder of
" -this thing is beyond parallel, and it may
well chilli a passing thought in these
days of reflection upon the greatness, the
growth and the illimitable future cf the
republic. Here" is the contribution of'the
Vni'ed States to the dinner table of the
world in only tworticles of food con
sumption. All other meats tliau beef and
pork go to swell the enormous total, as
do breadstuff's, fruits and vegetables,
canned goods, etc. Vie not only feed
ourselves more nourishingly, and amply
. than any other people are fed, but we
-e:id these hundreds of millions worth of
fond yearly to tho markets of other ua.
lions. No other country does such t
work, nor in all h'slury has It been dune.
Whonuld possibly have foretold such
a In e, surpassing any Arabian Night
. mmvel, 100 years, ao?"
BONO.
Oo not, O perfect Pay I .
O Pay so beautiful, no golden-bright.
A little longer stay I
Boon in thy weetorn window fades the light;
Boon oomea the Night!
Delay I
Go not, O perfect Day I
Oo not, dear Life, away I
Dear Life, one's cheerful friend and guest of
yore,
A little longer stay !
Boon wilt thou steal from us, and shut the
door,
And com no morel
Delay I
Go not, dear Life, away I
Robert Trowbridge, in UfrpineotVt.
BOTH MISTAKEN.
"Coming out to Roscdene this after
noon, Jack?" Mr. Dalton said, as he
passed throught the office where several
young men wore busy writing. "I
think Agnes said something about ex
pecting youl"
"Thank you, sir," Jack Hardy said,
throwing down his pen with alacrity.
"I promised to bring Agnes somo books.
I'll bo r ady in a moment."
"Very Good." And Mr Dnlton took
up a handful of letters, glanced nt tliein
carelessly, threw some to Michael Ainger,
the chief clerk, and put the others, un
opened, into his pockets, while Jack ran
his fingers through his crisp curls, and
turned down his cuffs, as the only pos
sible improvement to his toilet.
Mr. Dalton was a tall, portly, genial
gentleman, with a rosy face, cheery
voice and kindly smile. He was tho
principal lawyer in Westwood, a nour
ishing country town; he was an estate
agent, too, and was altogether a highly
prosperous and respected gentleman.
There was a traditional Mr. Driver, the
head of tho firm, but as no one ever saw
him no one thought much about him,
except, perhaps, Michael Ainger, who
knew that be was a very uuplcatant
reality.
Mr. Dalton was a widower, with one
daughter, Agnes, who kept hi home,
and Jack Hardy was a distant cousin,
wliom tho lawyer iad brought up from
childhood, and placed in his office, with
every prosnect of succeeding to the old
established and lucrative business. Jack
was shy, and somewhat awkward. He
was plain-looking, too, save for his frank,
honest blue eyes, and crisp brown hair;
but he was clever and ambitious, patient
and pains-taking in the office, and en
tirely devoted to his master. Everyone
liked Jack Hardy; even dumb animals
understood how good and gentle he was;
and all the other clerks in the office im
posed on him in a way that proved how
much faith they had in his patience and
generosity. No one envied him for
being such a favorite with his master,
for his interest was exerted on behalf of
others rather than himself. Nor did the
clerks resent his being so much at Hose
dene; in all probability he would be one
day master there. Only Michiel Ainger
thought seriously about the matter; aud
ho often wondered how it would all end
for poor Jack, who was quite capable of
falling desperately in love with Agnes
Dalton, though in no way calculated to
win her love in return.
"My hopo is Miss Agnes," the old clerk
said, as ho watched his master and Jack
drive away that sunny afternoon. "She's
too good and wise to encourago the lad
in folly, or allow him to delude himself;
buf I wish tho master would open his
eyes, aud seo that they're not children
any longer." Ho had been cutting open
tho letters before him, and glancing at
their contents mechanically. Suddenly
he started, aud a look of trouble came
into his eyes, which increased as he re
read the letter, and then put it in his
pocket. "Past post timo," he said,
glancing at the clock; "nothing to be
done to-day ; and Mr. Dalton must see to
tho matter himself on Monday. It's gone
bcyoud my management-."
Meantime Mr. Dalton and Jack were
driving along tho beautiful shady road
leading to Hosedene. "It's -good to get
home," tho lawyer said, with a deep sigh
of satisfaction, as he drove up the well
rolled drive. "There are not many pret
tier spots than Hosedene."
Jack thought there was no place to be
compared to it, especially when Agnes
stood on the steps smiling a welcome.
She was not in sight that afternoon, but
Jack knew where to look for her.
Taking the books, he crossed the
lawn with- a light, firm step, smil
ing unconsciously in very gladness
of prt, because tho world was
so beautiful and every one so kind. "I'll
find her either in the summer house or
tho wo d, ' he add aloud ; b it tho sum
mer house was deserted. "All ti e beter;
we shall have the longer walk back," he
mused, as he cros ed a ma.dow, and
entered a sm ill, thickly planted op
generally spoken of as "the Wood " It
was Agnes Dalton's favorite retreat when
she wanted to read aud think; no one
ever accompanied her there except Jo,
her favorite dog, or followed her except
Cousin Jack, who was privileged to go
where he liked, and do as he liked, at
Rosedene. After a few minutes he found
her seated on a mossy bank under the
shelter of the trees, absorbed in a book.
She had thrown blf her hat and laid aside
her sunshade; the light fell on her soft,
fair hair, turning it to gold, and irradi
ated her calm, sweet face; her white
dress gleamed amid the cool, tall ferns,
and there was a most impressive air of
rest aud stillness all round, with a subtle
pdorof Dowers aud a drowsy hum of in
sect lifo. Jack gazed for a few minutes
through an opening in the tall trees, and
his heart seemed to stand still. Agnes
looked so calm, so beautiful, so like an
augel, with the sunshine making a golden
glory about her, that he was frightened
at his own presumption in loving her;
and yet, how could he help iti She was
so kiml and gracious, and tender nud
pitiful. All a man's life might be well
spent iu loving her, all his nature en
nobled, even if he was never fortunate
enough to wiu anything in return.
With a very unusual humility, Jack
drew near, .lo blinked his great brown
eyes, and wagged liis tail lazily, but
Agues never looked up; und iu that one
minute Jack somehow le!t that she was
farther from him, more out of his reach,
more sacred than she hud eer seemed
before. At lust he mudo a slight noise
by treading down a bramble, aud Agnes
looked up with a smile of welcome.
"Home so soon. Jack;" she said, with
a smile. "I thought it was quit fearly
in tho afternoon 1"
Jack's heart sank lower; she evidently
did not miss him, nor even expect him,
though ho had promised to come, and
had been looking forward to the visit all
the week. Ho had nlso been making up
his mind what he would say to Agnes on
that particular occasion ; but now, though
the place and time was most propitious,
thcro was something in her face that dis
couraged him; she looked so calm and
sweet and unconscious of her own beauty ;
she was so tender-hearted, thnt Jack
tender-hearted, too, and supremely unself
flsh found himself wondering how ho
could dare to trouble her, . or disturb
the perfect, even calm of her
life. If she accepted him it,
would be a break, and something of a
wrench, for Agnes was devotedly at
tached to her father. If she refused him,
he could not help feeling, even in tho
midst of his own uncertainty, that it
would give her pain, and upset all their
pleasant intimacy, and yet Jack felt that
ne must know his fate "put it to the
touch" without any further delay.
" You were expecting me, Agnes I" he
said, throwing himself on the moss at her
feet ; and there was so much earnestness
and entreaty in his voice that Agnes
looked at hira attentively. " You knew
I would come to-day t "
"I don't know thnt I thought much
about it, Jock ; you often do come on a
Saturday I "
" I promised to bring you some
books "
"And you generally keep your prom
ises, like a good boy. What have you
brought me to-day f "
"I don't know never mind; I want
to talk to you Agnes I have something
very particular to say to you but I don't
know how to begin "
"Don't begin, then," she interrupted,
with a swift divination of his meaning.
" Don't, Jack," and she laid her hand
caressingly on his' arm. " We have been
such frieuds always 1 "
"Can't we be anything more, Agnes?'
he said, taking her hand. "You know
that I love you have loved you and will
love you always. Friends we must al
ways be. But can't you say one word?
I love you so I"
"It is impossible! Ohl dear Jack, I
am so sorry. I never thought of this."
"And I have never thought of any
thing else," Jack replied, with a little
smile. "I know you are too good and
kind to send me away hopeless if there
were any hope."
"There is none, Jack."
"Then I can only pray for your happi
ness, Agnes, and say gooct-bye."
"Ohl that need not be, surely. You
will soon forget this." Agnes replied.
"And," she added, with a sudden blush,
that gave the last charm to her' sweet,
thoughtful face "and, Jack, I think I
shall be happy."
"Thank Heaven for that!" he said,
earnestly. "It is the dearest, the ouly
wish of my heart. Ah ! I sec that is, I
think I understand," and his lips trem
bled. "If I am right, there is indeed no
hope; it only remains for me once more
to pray more fervently than ever,
'Heaven bless and keep you always,' and
say good bye in real earnest."
"Ohl not that. Jack! surely not that!
You are my oldest friend my cousin
almost my brother."
"Were I your very brother, Philip
Wynne would brook no rival in your
affection," Jack said, with a strange
hardness in his voice. "I must go, dear.
It is best "
"Best for you, and best for me ! But
you will come back some day when you
have learned to forget," Agnes said,
gently.
"If I never come back till then, I'll
never come back at all!" Jack cried,
dashing away a tear with the back of
his hand. Ho was very boyish, despite
his manly heart. "But if ever I hear or
think you want me, I will come without
a moment's delay, even if it be from the
very uttermost ends of the earth!"
And without another word Jack
turned away; for in truth he could not
trust his voice any further. He longed
to be alone; alone with his sorrow, his
awful sense of loneliness; alone to look
at his trouble; try to realize the magni
tudge of it, and consider whether he
could fight it out manfully, with any
chance of getting the better of it.
"Poor Jack I" Agnes murmured, as she
watched him disappear with tear dimmed
eyes. "Poor, faithful, kind hearted
boy ! I never dreamed of such an end to
our friendship. And yet, if I had not
been so selfishly wrapped up in my own
happiness I might liavo seen, I might
have known. But he is only a boy; he
will soon forget."
But even as she uttered the words,
something told her that, boy though he
wa,-Jack Hardy would not forget.
For a long time after he left Agnes sat
on the mossy bank, thinking deeply, it
had been a trying day for her, and the
deep, solemn silence and the fading light
were soothing to her over-strung uerves.
Only a short hour before Jack fouud bet
in the wood, Philip ynne had asked
her to be his wifo, aud" after deep and
painful consideration she consented; but
it was a hard task to make up her mind,
though the temptation was threefold.
She loved hiin, she believed he loved her,
and he hud jiersuaded her, not alto-
f ether against her will, that he needed
er; that she had led him into better
ways, and that, to help hira aud strength
en him iu the right path, he must have
her. If she failed him, he would become
again the restless, aimless wanderer
he had been, or perhaps drift into some
thing worse. So reluctantly, because
the thought of leaving her father was
terrible; yet gladly, because she thought
she hud gained an influence over liis
wild, unsettled life, that she had the
power to keep him out of temptation
she consented.
Of Philip Wynne's early life Agnes
knew nothing. He had been away from
home ever sinco boyhood, and the old
Manor had been shut up. In his father's
time, the family had been in difficulties,
but it was said that during Philip's
miuority matters got right. The
property was carefully looked after, the
house kept in good repair, but still the
master did not return till he was a
middle-aged man with a cold, dark face,
and a bitter, cynical manner. No one
liked him; all sorts of tales and rumors
were frtrely circulated, but, though every
gossip conjectured, no one knew cither
wheie or how he hud spent twenty years
of his life. Allies Dalton never troubled
herself about the matter. She found him
ajl her girlish fancy painted, all that a
hero and lover should be : grave, silent,
earnest; with alow, soft voice, and
eloquent dark eyes; wise, in all mere
worldly learning and culture, and with a
suppressed forco, or passion, or earnest
nessshe could hnrdly define tho thing
to herself but a something thnt set him
apart from other men, from the first.
It was an easy matter for him to win
her heart, for all the possibilities she
saw in him were for good, and he was
an assiduous wooer; but she did not so
easily consent to show her love, much
less confess it. But, having once done
so, he pressed for a speedy marriage,
and he said he would speak to Mr. Dal
ton, on whom everything depended, that
very evening; for Agnes would never
mnrry without her father's consent, and
somehow Mr. Dnlton did not very much
admire Phillip Wynne, though he was a
good deal at Rosedene. Had he thought
of suitors for his daughter's hand, which
he never had, Jack Hardy would have
been much more acceptable He was
therefore much surprised when Mr.
Wynne laid his proposals before him
that evening after dinner. He would
even have objectcd-Afor his instinctive
dislike and distrust of the man were
strong at thnt moment but for two
things. Philip spoke with quiet cer
tainty of having won Agnes's love, aud
Mr. Dalton had received a telegram from
his senior partner, Mr. Driver, that dis
quieted hira very much. He could
not understand it, but none . the
less he experienced a strange sense
of uneasiness, especially as he
kaew thnt things had been a
little wrong" with his partner for some
time. So lie accepted Mr. Wayne's pro
posals, not with enthusiasm, but still
with tolerably good grace, and even con
sented to an early date being fixed for
Al 3 li ,. , .
uio weuuiug. n.u nour later, wnen ne
saw his daughter's radiant, blushing face.
and the deep tender light in her eyes
wnenever iney rested on ner lover, all
his scruples vanished, and he was even
cordial to Philip Wynne: tho child evi
dently loved him, so there was no more
to be satu.
Thnt was Saturday and the Sunday
following seemed to Agnes Dalton the
most penectly beautiful day of her life.
Philip came over to Rosdene enrlv. and
they walked to church together through
the shady lanes and shining fields. He
did not utter one word of love Agnes
often remembered that nor did he rail
at the uselessness of things and the
helplessness of man; nor did he even
smile when Agnes said that cverv dav. if
we liked, we could all do something to
lessen me sense ot Human sufferings and
misery.
"We will try together, Agnes," he
said, looking at her tenderly. "Hith
erto I fear I have done more to increase
rather than diminish the sum of human
woe but you will help me!"
"Heaven helping me," she said softly.
That was Sunday. On Monday after
noon, while Agnes Dalton sat in her fa
vorite Jiady nook waiting for the coming
oi ner tovcr, sno was startled by an un
familiar step on tho mossy slope, and,
looking up, saw Michael Ainger.
"My futhor what is it?" she cried,
divining something was wrong. "Tell
me, Michael!"
"It's hard to toll, Miss Agnes; but vou
are brave and strong, and know where
to look for help in time of need."
"My father, Michael? My father?"
"He's broken, mtss, but alive. Driver
& Dalton has gone to smash. Driver
has escaped, and Dalton is left to bear
all the blame Dalton and met"
"What is it? what has happened? who
is hurt? In pity, Michael, tell me!"
"The firm, Miss Agness thnt is, the
master and mo. Driver's gone, escaped
and taken everything with him. We're
ruined, bankrupt, disgraced 1"
"Oh I is that all? 1 feared my father
was il! or perhaps dead, Michael."
Worse than ill, worse than dead
disgraced, Miss Agnes!" the old man
wailed. "Everything is gone!"
"Nevermind, old friend; while there's
life there s hope. Poor, ruined, wo mav
be ; but disgraeed, never! It is ouly a
matter ol money, l know some one who
will help us. Come, cheer up, and tell
me the very worst !"
"There's no best or worst about it,
Miss Agnos. Mr. Driver has realized
every penny the firm could command:
stolen all our securities; stained our
name, and absconded that a all . '
"Father is nottoblamo! And what
does it matter being poor?" Agnes said,
bravely.
"God help you, Miss Agnes, and en
able you to bear it !"
"He will, Michael. I am not afraid.
Where is my futher?"
"In tho house; he asked me to tell
you he felt so broken."
"I must go to h'ni at once. I have
stayed too long. Poor father! as if any
thing muttered while I have him !"
"Oh, my dear, my dear! tho little
cliildie I carried in my arms the sweet,
wise little lassie that used to try to com
fort old Michael ! It's a iioor return for
all my love and care, and for all your
goodness, to make me tell you the sad
dest story every loving child heard. My
dear, my honored master had 'a stroke,'
and is quite unconscious. The doctor
says he is not in any iminodiate danger,
but he will never be himself again, I
fear, with this trouble hangiug over
him."
"Oh, yes, ho will, Michael! We have
a friend who will help us out of the
money difficulty."
"A letter for you, Miss Agnes, marked
'immejate,'" a servant said breathlessly;
"and, please, the doctor wauts to see
you."
Agnes opened the letter -with trembling
fingers. It was very brief:
"Mr Dear Oirl: We wre both mista
ken you in thinking you oonld love a worth
less scoundrel like me 1 in fancying 1 could
ever deserve your love. I am going to Ja
pan. Farewell."
The letter dropped from the girl's
nerveless fingers, aud the old man picked
it up.
"That is Philip Wynne's handwrit
ing," he said. "He is the cause of all our
trouble. He was the evil genius of
Driver, Now he is the sharer of his
guilt and plunder. Welcome poverty,
misery, disgrace itself so you are saved
from that man !"
"He was Vo huve been my husband,"
Agues said brokenly; "but now it seems
all over. He says we were both mis
taken." Ten years passed. Agnes Dalton wns
sitting by the tire in the dreary twilight
o' a February jay, older grown, but
with a more tenderly sweet expression
than in the old time. Two feeble, white
haired old men were pretending to play
chess on the other side. The room was
small, bnrnfomfortlcss; but there was
at least loveahd contentment. The old
men were harmless, the girl was tender
and patient, and she worked with all her
might to supply their few and simple
wants. She had worked for them for
ten yenrs ever since Mr. Dalton and his
chief clerk, Michael Ainger, left West
wood, ruined indeed, but not disgraced;
ever since that dreadful day when Philip
Wynne heartlessly said they were both
mistaken, and escaped with his partner,
Robert Driver, the author of their ruin.
Suddenly their came a loud knock at
the door, and without waiting for a
reply, the latch was raised, and Jack
Hardy entered the shabby little room.
"My darling, I have" found youl I
am not too late," he cried, clasping Ag
nes in his strong arms. "Tell me it is
not too late."
"No, it is not too late, Agnes sobbed.
"I have found out "
"That we were both mistaken, my
darling; I, in daring t) think I was
worthy of your love; you, in thinking I
never would be; but let us forget the
past and begin again."
"But my father and Michael?"
"Your father will always be my father,
dear, and Michael will always be my
dear old friend. The world has gone
well with me during the last ten years;
and now to find you again, and willing
to share my good fortune, I have nothing
left to wish for. I am not even sure that
I am sorry wj were both mistaken long
ago." Happiness won by waiting is not
only sweet, but sure." ine yutctr.
Grecian Dnden.
One of the biggest surprises in nether
garments the whole world round is worn
by the Grecian dudes one sees on the
streets of Constantinople. Imagine a
sky-blue silken balloon, bottom side up
and fastened round the wearer's waist,
two teat-fitting leg-holes made in the
bulge, and the whole bulb collapsed and
swaddled about the legs when walking,
and you can imagine the lower story of
a Greek dude.
His trunk is enveloped in a tight-fitting
jacket of some other Bhade of blue,
with loose flowing sleeves and white fur
belows showing underneath. His head
is adorned with a greek fez, from which
an enormous black or blue tassel hangs
down his back. This ornamental ap
pendage looks as if ever on the eve of
pulling the fez oft the wearer's head by
its great weight. He wears the ordinary
brogans and socks and sometimes leav es
the calves of his legs bare.
Sometimes tho Greek dude carries a
cane, but he carries it for use quite as
much as for ornament ; or, at all events,
walks with it in a bus'ncss-like manner.
He walks with a gait awkward and un
graceful, but even were he a naturally
graceful walker his ungainly nether gar
ment imparts to him a decidedly gro
tesque appearance.
The .chief delight of the Greek dude
is to sit in front of a kahvay shop, smoke
nargilchs and watch the ladies pass by.
Those of his own nationality are wearing
garments but slightly different from his
own, tho footholes in the inverted bal
loon being nearer the bottom, but that
is about all. Pitttburg Commercial.
Cost of Raising a Boy.
"My father never did anything for
me," is an observation which is frequently
heard from the lips of young men, but iu
most coses a little icflection would con
vince the speaker that he is making a
serious error. A recent writer, hearing
the remark uttered by a young fellow
whoso education, as the phrase goes, had
just been completed, and who was look
ing around him to find an opening in
business, took the trouble to estimate
the cost of bringing up the said young
fellow from his birth, which had been
defrayed, of course, by the parent referred
to in such a slighting way. These are
his figures:
100 per year for the first five years. . . . $500
150 per year for the second five years.. 750
i K per year for the third five years.. . . I,no0
tMlO per year for the next three years , 101
foUO per year for the next tw yean.. . . 1,000
Total 4,1.
With a few modifications, these figures
may be taken to represent the average
expense entailed in raising an ordinary
boy. Many parents spend several times
as much. It would certainly be well for
young men who take all this as a matter
of course, and think thnt their fathers
have done nothing for them, to reflect
that they owe a heavy debt of gratitude
to those that have brought them up from
helpless infancy and equipped them to
fight for themselves the battle of life.
(J Men Argony.
A Matter or Taste.
A scientific journal has an article
headed: "How to Taste." We haven't
had time to read it, but our own idea is
that it depends a great deal on what you
are going to taste. If it is quiuino or
or castor oil or anything of that sort it
won't require any previous training or a
university education to enable you to
taste all you wunt of it in one brief,
hasty swullow. But if it is something
real good ; something that you like better
aud get less of than any other man in
America, you want a neck a yard long,
full of all sorts of back stops and dampers
all the way down. That is the theory
of au unlettered man who tastes by main
strength and natural selection, and if
Science thinks she has a better way we'd
like to trot her one heat, anyhow, just for
fun. Burtlttte.
A Husband's Mistake,
One of the most pathetic incidents of
the Exeter Theatre fire (in England) was
the rescue of a woman, who was curried
out of the furnace of Hume upon the buck
of a brave man. He was w ith his wife
at the play when the fire broke out aud
succeeded in dragging her part way to
the door, where she fell. There was an
instant of despair aud bewilderment;
and then he' snatched a cowering form
from the floor in the dense crowd and
struggled through tho smoke and dark
ness to reach the street with a shrieking
woman on his back. At last be wus out
of dunger nnd breathlessly lowered bis
burden. AUs! it was not his wile. Iu
the confusion and darkne-s he had res
cued a stranger and left his wife to be
trampled to death iu the lobbies of th
theatre.- -Veie York Tidiuu:
QUEER OLD GRAVESTONES.
OrAWT EPITAfHS IN A CONNEC
TICUT CEMETERT.
The Burylnfr Placei Of ftome of New
Raven's Early Governors1 Sam
ples of Colonial Poetry.
Glancing to the right through the car
window just before the local express
rushes upon the little bridge over Mill
Creek to the east, nnd dashes on into the
Tillage of New Milford, Conn., the New
York bound passenger gets a glimpse of
one of the quaintest old graveyards in
New England. Its brown, bat's-eared
gravestones are strewn so near the rail
road track that the thundering express
seems to grind them beneath its wheels.
Somo of tho gravestones have sunk
almost out of sight. Others, with sides
warped and crumpled, push their weather
stained noses up through the rank,
tangled grasses in definuco of time's de
cay. A few lie prone in shamefaced
overthrow. The stranger, particularly
if he be an antiquarinu, will find rate
grubbing among tlieso rusty old stones.
Some of the gravestones nre nearly 2.10
yenrs old. Millord was settled in lfl;i0,
and tho settlers began to die nppnrently
about ns soon as they got here. A good
many uever received the Christian burial,
as the Indians attended to their
obsequies without inviting tho relatives
or personal friends of the deceased.
One of tho earliest inscriptions that is
entirely preserved is ou a slab above the
rather pretentious tomb of Governor
Robert Treat. It reads:
Here Lvetli Interred tho Body of Coll.
Robert Treat, Esq., Who Faithfully Served
This Colony in the Post of Movernnnr and
Deputy Governour Near Yo Space of Thirty
Years, and at the Age of Four IScore and
Eight Years, Exchanged This Life for Better.
July 12, Anno Dom. 1710.
Johnnthan Law, another Governor of
the colony, is also buried in this grave
yard. He was born in Milford on August
(I, 1072, and died there on November tl,
1750. Ho was Governor from 1742 until
1750. His resting place, like Governor
Treat's, is marked by one of the few flat
tombstones above grouud. Several
other colonial dignitaries have simple
headstones. On others the early obituary
eulogist has left his copious trade marks.
Here is a sample :
"The truly honorable and nlous Roier
' Newton, esq.
I "An officer of distinguished note in ye ex-
pedition 17(19 and 1710, for many years one
i of ye council and colonel of the (Second regi
ment or annua, juugeoi ine court, ol common
pleas thirty-three years, until he departed
this life, January 15, 1771, in the Bitli year of
his age.
"His mind returned to God, entombed here lies
Tho part the hero left beneath the skies,
Newton as steel; inflexible from rilit,
In faith, in law, in equity, In fight.''
Another panegyrist relates that Isaac
miles, Esq., was a gentleman
"Distinguished by manly sense,
Genuine intregrity and firmness,
In patriotism aud iu virtue.
After a life active in commerce
And in public employments,
A life very useful to his family
Ana to tne punuc.
And adds thut at last this excellent
gentleman
"Worn out by a long and distressing asthma,
Borne with singular patience,
He died ou the 15th of November, 17S0,
In the 55th year of his age."
j MortUivry,vitry abounds. Some of it
. is about as oris!V..Jland as startling as the
most versntilo genius in this line pro
' duces. Neither young nor old have es
caped it in the Milford graveyard. Elihu
Fowler, son of Jonathan Fowler, died on
October 9, 1780, three yenrs and foui
months old, and his untimely fate is thus
graphically epitomized:
"His life a span, the mournful toll
Declares the exit of his sou 11
Grim Death is co.ne! . His life is eall'd
To take its flight the means a scald.
Ye who are young come learn your end,
By deep repentance make Christ your friend."
1 Over tho grave "where lies the body
of Mrs. Phebe Gillit, wife to Mr Will
iam Gillit, Junr.," who died on February
i 10, 1750, twenty-nine years old, is one of
I the most remarkable tributes in the en-
tire graveyard. Manifestly it was writ
ten by her husband. Its orthography is
unusually eccentric even for those days
of arbitrary spelling. Here it is:
j "Her Dying Words unto her husband are:
Refrain your passions! Why so much Dis-
l paire.
It's the will of Godl I hope it'sfor the Best
For you! For me! And for my mothers
less,
, To whorue adue! To God and you
I now Commend that care
I Pattern of Patriot to the end of life.
' Now Ded, she siieaks to every Living wife,
' Petj Hueh Juels Should Ite laid iu Dust;
Men nre Unworthy and the Lord Is just."
Drollest and decidedly most realistic
I of all the inscriptions tiro those on the
gravestones of Miss Mary Fowler and
Mrs. Sarah Bryau, consort of Captain
. Richard Bryan. Mis Fowler was iu
her it ill year w hen she died on Feb. 1,
1702. This is the inscriptiou that was
composed in her honor:
" Molly, though pleasant in her day
W us suddenly seized and sent away:
How soon she's rijie, huw soon she's rotten,
tieut to the grave and soon furgotten."
New ioik Commercial Advertiser.
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Photographs on Watch Cases.
"What a charming face!"'
"Yes. I i at her flatter myself it is.
It
is a photograph of my wile."
"How did you ever manage to have it
photographed ou tho inside of your
watch cover f" Inquired the reporter.
That is not very hard to do, if you
ouly know how," replied the jeweler.
A new process has been invented ; en-
. amel on whii-h a photograph has been
transfered is fitted perfectly ou the sur-
j face of the case. It can be successfully
done no other way, aud is an immense
i i ' . i i .i .
improvement over ine om wnj ui put
ting the paper negative of a photograph
in a watch case. It is even a neater de
vice than to photograph in miniature the
face directly on the metal, besides being
much cheaper." Mail and Ay;rw,
An Appropriate Suggestion.
"What does your father call thut dog
of hisf" asked n young traveling man
of the young lady upon whom he was
calling.
"Towser," was the reply.
"I wonder why" ho didn't name him
Trouser iustead'" was tliu rejoinder.
"He is certainly the most pcrfec ly
developed specimen of Irouser-diui it WjS
ever in.' privilege to meet." Merchant
Tiit'iUr A Jackson, Mich., m iniifuc turer is
.hipping wagons to Australia.
"WIU, HE COME."
The sun has lit the wood and set;
With heavy dews the grass to wetl
The firs stand out In silhouette,
Sharp, tall and stilly;
Sometimes a rabbit flits in sight,
A scampering whisk a gleeun of white;
Naught else. Her scarf she gathers tight
Tho air is chilly.
The belfry-clock strikes slowly eight r
"Ah, waning love makes trysters late;
Slack suitor he whose qupen may waitl
She stops and listens;
A dead leaf rustled that was all f '
Well, maiden prido will come at call; "
She will not let the teardrop fall
It stands and glisten.
She turns but hark I tho step she knows!
The branches part and, swinging, close;
What penance now on him impose
The tryst who misses! ,
She can't be hard, though sore she tries, '
For love will melt through loving eyes,
And all the chiding word that rise
Are crushed with kismeis
CasxelTf Magcuine.
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HUMOR OF THE PAY.
There
ere may be nothing now in this
1, but there's a heap that's fresh.
world,
Tid-Iiitt.
Gamblers are snid to frequent ocean
steamers because gulls are very thick at
sea. Lf.
Talk is cheap. Tho man who talks too
much gets so liberal that he gives him
self away. Baltimore American.
Thcro is about as much spring in tho .
Waterbury watch as there is in two years
in New England. SomeniUe Journal.
The girl who hooks a fish will shriek
To see its frantic wriggles; "S
But when she hooks a man queer freak
Bhe sunply grins and giggles.
Charleslown Enterprise.
The woman who marries an ill
tempered husband is right in thinking
that she has struck a Lucifer match.
Merchant Traveler.
It is said that the Empress Josephine
had thirty-eight bonnets in one nionin.
No wonder tho whole family failed in
business. Turlington Wee Preu.
Dr. Torsey, of Boston, marries a pair
in eighty seconds. There are many
young persons who would liko to make
a miuuto of this. Caurier- Journal.
THE N0X-ADVERTI8KB,
The man who does not advertise
Displays as much good sense
As the man who dons his funday pants
To climb a barbed wire fence.
"Aim high," is the Savannah JVeWf
advice to young men. This is the same
old chestnut the girl 6prung on the fel
low who kissed her on the chin. JVImA
tille American.
A New England man has just hnd a
patent granted to him for "nn electric
switch." It is expected that all the boys
of tho country will rise up in vehement
protest. lionton Pott.
The minstrel show's on deck again
And the end men are charring.
And the jokes that tickled old Adam and Ev
Again set the audience a laughing.
Boston Courier.
The latest and most wonderful cure
effected by a putcnt medicine recorded is
the following: "A boy had swallowed
a silver dollar. An hour afterward the
boy threw up the dollar, Jl in small
change, principally dime picies." St.
Louis Magazine.
A vnnn(ridi4uii Missouri has a aolUo.
tion of 17,058 s)o 'iS
far ahead of the crazy quilt mania, und
more useful than decorating china with
flowers unknown to botanic; science. The
young nran who shall link his destiny
with this girl will have a soft snap on
kindling wood. Uonton llobe,
Tho Gait of Criminals.
A curious Btudy has been made by Dr.
Peracchia of the uilTcrcuce between crim
inals and law-abiding citizens, as ex
hibited by their walk. The author first
made a number of observations to deter
mine tho conditions of normal progres
sion, and found that in good people the
light pace is longer than tho left, the la
teral separation of the right foot from
tho median liuo is less than that of the
left, and tho angle of deviatiou of the
axis of tho foot from a straight liue is
greater on the' right side than on the
left.
But this is not all. Dr. Peracchia has
not only shown us how wo may distin
guish criminals in general, but has laid
the beginnings of the dilTcruutial diag
nosis between various sorts of evil-doers.
The following arc the distinguishing
characteristics which his observations
have enabled him to formulate:
1. Thieves. In those who are predis
posed to appropriate tho property of otlv
crs there isa pronounced wideuingof the
base of support together with a very
long step.
2. Assassins. In those who have murder
in their hearts the base of support is not
as wide as it is in thieves, s'nee the angle
formed by the axis of the foot with tho
median lino is less obtuse, but tho sinis
trality betrayed by their foot-prints is .
very marked.
These discoveries nro of a very inter
esting character, nnd if the criminal could
be induced to walk before the houest
man, instead of following him as he usu
ally does, they might also lie put to a
practical Use, for then good citizens could
diagnose the ruguu by his tracks, aud
might thus be enabled to escape robl ery,
or assassination, as the case might be.
Midical Ilecortl.
Occupation in Ceylon.
Tho wayside villages of the maritime
districts of Ceylon are, as a rule, exc eed
ingly neatly kept, and the trade tarried
ou by their lnliHitunls is suiiie'eutly
profitable to enable them to lead lives of
comparative comfort, as compared w ith
many of the village cultivators of the
interior, who frequently, during un
favorable seasons, find it extremely diffi
cult to support life. Along the line of
theseacoast fishing provides for the daily
wants of very inuuy of. the people, whilo
the families of others aiuuug them lind
occupation in the preparation of tho
fibres of the outer husk of the co on nut,
for making into coarse yarn aud rope, a
use to which they are very genctall v ap
plied. The distillation of arrack from
the juice of tluj palm tree also atTords
employment to thousands of villagers
along th- seaci out, where the tree
ttouishes with but little cultivation.--Art
Journal.
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