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THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
VOL. LI.
MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JUKE 2. 1897.
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CltAI'TEIt XXIII.
The very lust few minutes of the howi
ol parting have couie, .nd Eric Llewel
lyn's friend hi. dearest one. are aU
about him. ilia mother, bis cousin Hea
ter, and bia lost love, Edith Cameron.
The miserable girt whom be baa mar
ried ha. no place among those," Muriel
thinks, aa she ke-.-ps away to proud aelf
torture, and locks herself Into her bed
room, hoping id the bitterness of childish
misery that Eric will put the climax on
his cold, cruel conduct by going away
without even saying good-by to her.
She bears a step approacb'ng the door,
and some one knocks rather sharply. Mu
riel runs to the door, and with shaking
bands undoes the lock, and tees Eric
stauding on the threshold, aa he alwayi
does. In his haughtily punctilious observ
ance of the terms on which they live.
"I I thought you had gone! she
gasps, trying terribly hard to keep from
letting the tears, and the tenderness, and
the misery of her heart, come all together
with a rush.
"What have I done to make you Imag
ine I was lacking in the commonest cour
tesy to you?" he demands, in a suppress-
ed tone, for in a modern built London
; house one never knows where they may
ibe overheard.
"I thought I saw the cab drive away
with the luggage." falters Muriel; but at
-the harshness and coldness of bis tones,
iJove and hope die out of her heart, and
she strives to meet him on bia own
; ground.
"Well, as my time is decidedly limited.'
I he says, at lust, swallowing something in
ihia throat with a fierce effort, "I must say
; good-by to you, and I assure you I In
tended doing so without fail." And there
ils a scornful gleam in his burning eyes.
'"Will you not shake bauds?"
For a few moments a fierce conflict
irages in her heart, and womanly dignity,
'Wounded love, pride and wrath restrain
Iher as if with visible shackles. But the
mext aioineut the shackles are flung off.
and with a wild, despairing cry, Muriel
rushes after him who is forsaking her.
lie has descended the stairs half way
already, and as he turns on the landing,
shocked and scandalized indeed at the
idea of a "scene," be finds himself in
Muriel's arms. But ere be can bold her
op, she has slipped down on the ground,
Clinging around his knee with a piteous,
. frantic entreaty.
"Ihm't leave me oh, don t leave me
TioO iTiST ti J-aai alt slonel Pntf
r - - - f-l w ... I
go away from tue?tV'i Dob t go away
from mel My heart is orekir.s
"For heaven's sake!" he says, the sweat
starting on his brow for very shame and
distress, "don't behave in this insane man
ner! Ttu?y will hear you downstairs. Mu
riel, you f.lih child, to give way in
this manner at (he lust. Do hush, Muriel!"
he repeat almost angrily, for Che wild,
convulsive cry has brought some one
; rushing into the bull downstairs, and an
.' ejaculation iu Mi IMtiu's shurpest
, tones of indigiuiut amazement!
. "Kor mercy's sake, whut i the matter T
i ,"l beg your pardon," Muriel falters
I broWnly, and she drags berseif up off the
t .floor where she has kiu.it at bia feet and
..dung to him; and blinded with tears, tries
v.to kios her way up to her room again, but
Eric's am is arouud her slip waist, and
" Eric draws lu-r head down on his breast,
while the ntr-H. impulse rises throbbing
t to fc-s lips to bid ber come with him now
: this Uiiiiute, and not l.-t tbe inconvenience,
'. or the absurdity, or the ridicule, which
: this stid.l.o resolve will surely britis oa
t them, hinder them or keep them apart.
"Muriel, dear!" he whispers, hoarsely,
. straining her to bis heart. "Are you
; grieving to part with m? My dear, you
i might bar come, too, if you had decided
i in proper tiiu. You refused, you know.
;My own darling girl!" he whispers pas
sionately, kissing the red, quivering lips
tuhich she proffers him, like a penitent
4iild longing to "make it up." "My own
A-nr little wife!" when Mis Hettie's
hi-iii, sarcastic tones ring up tha atair
Vfle. I Kric, tlie hansom has come, and you
will surely be late if you don't hurry a
littler
"I must g!" be says, hastily. "Kiss
me, Muriel! ', dear, don't hold me
don't.- Muriel IV g'r'. ami
brave now. aud don't nijact uie so horribly
at tbe lust!" lie says, irritably, iu his dia
. j tress at the sight of thve 'iolet eyes
streaming tears aud those quivering lips
: trying in vain to say "good-by," aud the
little white bunds clutching his coat collar
vwith a grasp of despair.
. "Won't you take me with yon? Oh,
-won't you tl? me'" she says plteously,
lialf beside'rhexself at the thought that
the next five minutes will see her left
alone in the world; that hundreds and
thousand of miles of land and sea will
- sever her from her only friend and rela
tive on earth.
And- never, it may be, to look on his
face again. He will be dead to her, a
Miles Is dead to her. Miles' loved fac
Uk nnder the cotfin-lid down deep iu the
.darksome grave in the far-off country
.churchyard, hidden for evermore from
her sight until the Resurrection. Eric'
loved fare uh! most dearly loved of all
liesidc her love, her bridegroom, the
.darling of her soul, she may never look on
him aguin until that day "when the sea
.ahull give up her dead!"
"My dear girl! How can you be so un
reasonable V" Eric exclaims harshly, in
;liis vexed trouble. "It Is madness of yon
to ask such a thing, and utterly impossi
ble as well. You know you refused p"1'-
-tively to come with me it is your own
-doings. Muriel! . Let me go, dear, let dm
o! I shall lose the train!"
"I shall never see yon again," she mut
ters in an agony, looking up still with be
eeching eyes and little coaxing hands
clinging to him and caressing him with
entreating touch. "Oh, Ericl I shall never
ce you any more!"
lie cannot get another word out; a sob
U choking him as it is, as he lifts her up
in his strong arms as easily a,! she were
a child, and presses hia face to bers foi
ait a score of heartbeats, and when h
I mis her down the face of each is wet with
the other's tears. They are still waiting
in the hall for him, though he bad bidden
them good-by before, and his mother is
weeping; and, as be rushed hastily
through the group, he stays to kiss her
agaiu.
"Be good to my poor wife, mother," he
says hoarsely, "and never even looks at
Kdith or Hester aa be dashes out to the
hansom, leaps iu, and tbe horse starts at a
rattling pace, and the cab ia ont of sight J
In tall a dozen seconds.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Toor young Muriel Llewellyn, unhap
piest of all tbe unhappy newly wedded
brides the stars look down on that night
and there are almost as many unhappy
brides as unhappy wives a griei-uiad-dened.
passionate, forlorn creature, rest
less in the fever of the pain of desola
tion that is over her is wandering about
the dreadful Iondon streets, by gaslight
and alone.
In the horrible hush that falls over the
house when Eric has given her hia last
kiss and is goue away quite away most
surely gone away thousands of miles
gone for mouths and year perhaps "for
evermore;" and they those women who
are his friends but not hers have ahut
themselves into the sitting room down
stairs, aud she is quite alone alone with
this second bereavement that has fallen
on her in three weeks; then Muriel's very
senses Beera to give way in a trance of
frenzied despair, and one idea possesses
heart and brain to get out of thla house,
away from these people, out Into the open
air. away among utter strangers, and
walk, or run, or travel away somewhere
anywhere from this place from herself
from her life if it were possible!
She gets into brilliantly lit thorough
fares, aud she grows bewildered, and peo
ple jostle against her if she pauses a mo
ment, and twice men address her am!
even follow her, catching a glimpse of
the starry eyes and statuesque face
through the gossamer veil, and aha grow
fuiut and tired, as her feet ache in the
thin, bigh-heelfd bouse shoes she has for
gotten to chauge. As she pauses, bewil
dered, her eyes fall on a playbill, and just
at band the opeu, lighted vestibule of a
theater.
"I can sit in here, and rest, and see the
play. It will be delightful, and I am so
tired, and I won't go back to that house!"
she says, feverishly, a she walks up to
the office window, and lays down half a
sovereign and sixpence for "one stall."
"One?" reeats the gentleman, in the
faultless shirt front and well-trained mus
tache, and his eyebrows go up, and his
eyes stare boldly at the pretty white face,
the glittering eyes, the little daintily glov
ed haud, aud the deep mourning attire.
But he hands her the white ticket with
out a word, and gazes out after her as
;the goes along the vestibule is politely
accosted and suspiciously looked at by
diver other gentlemen in faultless shirt
fronts and well-trained mustaches, and ia
- finaily sele upon, by th stylish young
r t i ,l. ,.a l,i n ,.1.
tydy tn the creped wig, blackened eye
lushes 'and cream-colored lace cap, who
has charge of the cloak room. She stares
breathlessly, and "can't make it out,"
as she tells the other young ladies after
ward, when Muriel resigns her crape bon
net, but declines the powder puff which
the young lady politely offers. And then
another syren, with bright daffodil hair
and India muslin cap, sells Muriel a pro
gram, aud shows ber to ber seat in tbe
stuils.
It is so early yet, the first piece has not
begun, and aa Muriel sits and looks at
the drop scene, and her aching head cools
a little in the quietness, and the rest, and
the dim lieht, the reaction consequent
upon the strain she has suffered during
this evening and many a past evening,
comes upon her, and with a terror-stricken
sense of being fearfully in fault, she be
gins to comprebeud what she has done
and where she is.
What is she doing here alone? She can
notice now how people stare at her, and
men put up their glasses, and women
look over their fans at ber. What would
Eric think? What would he feel he who
is so punctilious to see his wife sitting
alone in the stalls of a fashionable thea
ter, like a friendless, lost creature, who
but came here to exhibit herself?
Those bold looks of the men, and the
worse than cold looks of the women, at
the lovely young face and the yearning
sad eyes, and the timid flush that bums
in a carmine spot on her cheeks, have
enlightened even Muriel's girlish ignor
ance and innocence, and a terror of her
self, aud a terror of the theater, and a
sense of dismay at her escapade surge
through her thoughts in a sort of delirium.
Aud when the drop scene dese'euda on
the comedietta, MurhH rises and rushes
out of the stalls, gets her bonnet again,
and is hurrying down the stairs, when she
comes face to face unveiled in her haste
to be gone with a group of gentlemen in
evening dress, one of whom she recognizes
as instantly ss be does ber a friend of
Eric, Captain Harry Leverson.
CHAPTER XXV.
For a moment Captain Leverson hesi
tates In sheer amazement, as be sees Mu
riel's startled glance of recognition, and
her quick gesture of avoidance, as she
shrinks aside and darts down the stairs;
and then curiosity, or it may be some
worthier feeling, prompts hjm to hurry
after her.
"There Is something wrong, awfully
wrong," he thinks in dismay, as he hurries
down the street after the slender black
robed figure.
She has taken a wrong turning in her
alarm aud haste, for she finds herself
presently in a square n great, dingy, si
lent square, only lighted by a few sparse,
gliiumeriug lamps; and after she has trav
ersed three sides of the square with fleet
ing steps and a fast-throbbing heart, she
lakes the first turning she comes to iu
sheer desperation, and finds herself in a
mews close by a public house, where there
ia a croup of unsavory loungers.
"What shall I do? What shall I dor"
she mutters aloud, pressing her little
palm tightly together, ber lips parching,
her temples throbbing so fiercely with
burning pain that she ia half dazed.
"What shall I do. Eric would never for
give me if he knew! And his mother and
cousins I dare not face them I have
been out for hours! Where shall I go?
What shall I do?"
And poor Muriel, wildly, madly, resolves
to run away! She is little more than a
child in her passionate impatience and
despair at the sorrows which have gath
ered in a heavy cloud over her young life,
and sees no better way than to strive to
shake them off. And as she arrives at her
wild determination a cab comes np to her
and Captain Harry Leverson comes op,
too.
"Where shall I tell him to driver' be
"To En st on Station," she answers,
auiekljr; adding, "Thank yon very much
for your kindness.'
"I am only too happy to bare been ot
any service to yon," be answers, politely,
and then stands dazedly staring after tbe
cab as It whirls away.
uazeaiy ana siowiy ne wuu uc ur
wards the theater. He sits there revolv
ing puzzled ideas in bis brain for about
ten minutes, and then, wheu tbe drop
scene goes down on the first act, he stands
UP- .
"I can't sit here quietly any longer,
is his mental decision, and muttering ex
cuses more or less vague to his frienda,
who arch their -eyebrows and look know
tug and satirical in reply, he hurries ont of
the theater, hails a cab and drives to New
Cavendish street.
He rings the bell and aske to see Mis.
Cameron, and as be asks the question
sees Misa Cameron coming downstairs.
"A thousand pardons. Miss Cameron,"
he stammers, fidgeting with hia crush
hat, "but the fact was I was uneasy.
There were some parcels that is, I should
say one parcel, of some things, jewels
or something of that kind, which I believe
Eric intended to be received here this
evening a gift for for bis wife, and I
was anxious. Do yoa know if Mrs. Eric
Llewellyn received her parcel. Miss Cam
eron? They were to be brought by a
commissionaire."
And aa be looks eagerly at ber he sect
the slightly haughty calmness of Edith's
beautiful eyes grow troubled, and her
color deepen, as she bites ber lip uneasily.
"I really cannot tell you. Captain Lev
erson," she answers. I do not think that
any parcel came here for Mrs. Eric Llew
ellyn. I will inquire, if you wish."
"I f if you will ask Mrs. Eric Llew
ellyn herself. Miss Cameron." Harry Lev
erson suggests, with great simplicity.
"They were valuable ornaments, and were
left in my charge, and and I am very
anxious about them."
"I will ask Mrs. Llewellyn, certainly,"
Edith says, quietly, though she quails at
the discovery that ia imminent "She is
not at home at present, having gone out
on a matter of business, I believe, a short
time "
"Then it was Mrs. Eric Llewellyn I met
about half an hour ago," Captain Lever
son exclaims, cheerfully, but Edith de
tects a suppressed excitement and hidden
meaning in his voice. "I thought I could
not be mistaken! And I had the pleasure
of calling a cab for her, and and "
"Where where?" Edith interrupts. Ir
lowered tones, aud a swift, frightened,
backward glance at the door which stands
ajar.
"I met her In the Coronet Theater," he
answers, lowering his voice also, and let
ting the anxiety in his honest blue-gray
eyes shine out in response to hers.
"In a theater, by herself?" Edith asks,
quietly; but he sees her white hands clasp
each other aud her brilliant eyes cloud
with dismay.
"She was alone certainly when I mot
her, and seemed very nervous and bewil
dered," he says, slowly. "She was hur
rying out, aud she appeared to miss her
way, and I offered to get her a cab, aud
she drove to Euston Station."
"To Euston! Where was she going?"
Edith demands, almost gasping. "Cap
tain Leverson, what shall I do? I am
afraid she is not happy with us or has
some cause for unhappiness, and and
I don't think she is coming back again!
What had I best do for ber sake and
Eric's sake? You are his friend, I know
bis faithful friend, or I would not coo
fide thjs In you." ' ' .'
"Miss Cameron; yoa may trust me to
the utmost, indeed; upon my honor you
may!" the ung fellow says, fervently.
"I am ' Js friend I am his wife's
friend, i.d I should be most highly hon
ored if t might do anything to entitle me
to a little of your friendly regard."
"I will Indeed trust you, and thank you
for all our sake most truly," she says,
earnestly. "Advise me what is best to do
to follow ber at once, of course, either
you or I. We cannot allow Eric's wife to
be left friendless in whatever Impulsive
course she f adopting. Advise me at
once. Captain Leverson. I will be guided
by you."
"I advise, then, that you and I both
follow her to Euston Station without loss
of time," he says boldly. "We can work
more efficiently together."
"Very well," she says quickly. "I shall
be dressed in less than five minutes if you
will go out and get a cab. We must go
quietly to work."
To be continued.)
A Child and the letter.
An Ingenious person named Krolin,
whose patience is evidently more high
ly developed than bis sense of humor,
has been making some experiments
that are supposed to be Tery Important
to sdeutlnc teachers. He bas found
that it takes a young child 804-1000 of
a second to recognize the letter c,
358-1000 of a second to recognize the
letter a, and 889-1000 of a second to rec
ognize tbe letter t; while the word c-a-t
as a whole is recognized in 839-1000
of a second- Therefore, be says, prim
ary teaching should be done by words
and not by letters, and tbe letters
should be 1 12 of an Inch high and
printed in a line not more than four
Inches long. We don't know exactly
how be bas discovered all these thiugs,
but that does not matter; for be Is evi
dently a Tery profound person. We
have done some figuring ourselves on
the basis of bis researches, and we
found that following out bis method
and adopting bis kind of reading book
a child of five years. In an average
daily lesson, would each day save
9TSU-10000 of a minute out of his valu
able time. Think of that! Bookman.
In Mexico the native whisky Is worth
17 per barrel of forty-eight gallon.
A French savaut says that many per
fumes aid health by destroying disease
iiiuiolies. Thyme, lemon, mint, laven
der, eucalyptus and other scents prove
very useful.
Shipbuilders assert that an iron ship
has a carrying capacity of lit! tons fori
every lw tons carriea ty a woouen vessel
of the same dimensions, while the weight
of the iron ship is 27 per eeut. less.
Watercolor drawings will, it is said,
last four hundred years if they are pro
tected from direct sunlight.
So dense, is the water in the deepest
parts of the ocean that an ironclad, if it
were to sink, would never reach the
bottom.
A f'rench statistician has calculated
that the eye travels about 60oo feet in
reading aii ordinary-sired novel. No
wonder the eye gets tired.
Silk that has been weighted with
metallic salts can be detected by the use
of X-rays. Tho pore silk throws no
shadow; the adulterated silk does.
(iodalming, Surrey, has a remarkable
black and white cat, which, after being
taken to Leeds by railroad, returned to
its former home on foot, taking six weeks
to make the journey of 2uo miles.
In the deserts of Arizona there is a spe
cies of woodpecker which pecks the tele
graph poles to pieces. The bird hears the
bumming sound and imagines that insects
are beneath the surface.
Sailors who are in the habit of "splic
ing the main brace" will do well to re
member that the new Secretary of the
Navy is not only a teetotaler but a Pro
hibitionist. Europe has increased its population
by sixty-two per cent, within the last(
sixtv-two years, but in the same time ;
30.000.(100 of its inhabitants have emi
grated to other countries.
During the reign of Charles the Sec
ond one Signor Lett proposed to write
a history of the court. "You will give
offeusc." urged bis friends. "Were I
as wise as Solomon," said Leti, "I
could not avoid that." "Then be as
wise," rejoined the king, who was pres
ent, "and write proverbs, not history."
Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes ones
made an address in bis native town to
a medical association. Tbe president
of the association was tbe son of a man
who bad been the druggist of tbe vil
lage when Dr. Holmes bad studied
medicine there. "It Is good to look at
thla young man," said the genial auto
crat, "and trace his father's liniments
In bis face."
On one occasion Gordon told Cecil
Rhodes tbe story of the offer of a room
ful of gold which bad been made to him
by tbe Chinese government after be
bad subdued the Tai-Piug rebellion.
"What did you do?" Bald Rhodes. "Re
fused It, of course," said Gordon;
"what would you have done?" "I would
have taken It," said Rhodes, "aud as
many more roonifuls as they would
give me. It Is no use for us to bare
big Ideas If we have not got the money
to carry them out."
Two green reporters. Englishmen,
were sent by the city editor of a news
paper to a suburban town to write up
tbe burning of an orphan asylum. Late
that night, when the news editor was
wondering why no "copy" about the
tire was coming by wire, a telegraph
messenger rushed In and banded him a
dispatch. He opened it and read:
"Dear Sir: We are here. What shall
we do?" It was signed with the names
of the two men sent to "write up" the
fire. Tbe news editor made a few re
marks; then be wrote on a telegraph
bia uk this brief message: "Find out
where the fire is hottest and Jump in."
Several days ago Congressman Wat
son sent several large sacks of flower
and garden-seeds home for distribution
among his constituents. The papers
announced this fact, and for three days
there was a constant stream of
persons coming to tbe Congressman's
law office In Columbus. On the last
day, a man came up and asked for
beans. He was given two packages.
He demurred to this, and reached over
Into the sack and began to fill his pock
ets. When called down by the attend
ant, the lover of beans said: "I haven't
got enough for a mess yet. It takes
more than a quart of beans to make a
mess for my family."
Canon Ainger, master of tbe Temple,
is a great favorite with children, and
upon one occasion was asked to assist
as a Juvenile party. Arriving at what
be thought was bis destination, a bouse
in a row of others exactly alike, the
canon made bis way up to the drawing
room. "Don't announce me," said he to
the domestic, and thereupon tbe rever
end gentleman went down upon all
fours, ruffled up bis white hair, and
crawled Into tbe room, uttering the
growls of an angry Polar bear. What
was his horror and amazement to find
when be got Into the room two old la
dles petrified with astonishment. He
bad found his way Into tbe next-door
bouse. Instead of Into tbe one to which
be was bidden.
The proudest moment of Nelson's lift.
Is said to have been when he received
the swords of the officers of the San
Josef. Nelson's ship, which was the
smallest of her class In the service at
that time, was dismasted, and upwards
of eighty of tbe crew killed nd wound
ed. Nelson himself being wounded. The
Culloden, commanded by Nelson's
friend. Captain Trowbridge, who fol
lowed Nelson's lead In tbe breach of
orders which resulted In this famous
capture, lost even more heavily. For
his breach of discipline, Jervls did not
mention Nelson's name In dispatches;
but when one of his captains pointed
out the disoliedience to orders, be
promptly said: "When you commit a
like offense I'll forgive you."
Some time ago, at a fashionable sa
lon, the Baron d'Almerle was one of a
group to whom he was Imparting an
account of his pedigree, which, he
Claimed, was derived from the Pha
raohs of Egypt. Just then Baron de
Rothschild approached the group, and
one of its members called out: "Baron,
come and let me make you acquainted
with the Baron d'Almerle. He comes
of Pharaonlc stock, and you ought to
know each other." "Yes," said Baron
de Rothschild, bowing gravely. "I
think." said tbe Baron d'Almerle, "you
should know our family, as your ances
tors took from us certain pledges when
they decamped from Egypt." "True,"
replied Baron de Rothschild, "but those
pledges were redeemed by a check on
be Bank of the Red Sea!"
In order to boom business, an enter
prising grocer on a certain day adver
tised several thousand five-cent loaves
of bread for sale at one cent each. His
rival was In despair until a brilliant
Idea came Into his head. He hired a
siunll army of boys and girls to buy
up all the loaves at a cent each. At 2
o'clock grocer No. 1 bad sold all bis
bread, and those who came later de
nounced him as a fraud who had fool
id them with a lying advertisement.
Meanwhile tbe foxy grocer around the
corner, with more than a thousand one
cent loaves stacked up on bis kitchen
door, put out a big sign: "Fresh Bread
A Five-Cent Loaf for Two Cents. We
Never Advertise What We Have Not
Got." He thus not only discomfited his
rival and turned the tide In his own fa
vor, but made a profit on tbe bread as
welL
Tho Santl-BIast.
General Benjamin C. Tilghman. ot
Philadelphia, Invented the sand-blast
nrocess." It Is used for cnttine. boring,
pulverizing, and engraving stone, glnn
wood, and other bard or solid sub
stances. Tbe well-known abrading power of
sand, when driven by air or water
against bard substances, suggested the
sand-blast to General Tilghman and led
him to make his first experiment. He
fitted up a very simple air-blast, pro
ducing but a few ounces of pressure,
and by means of a concentric Jet of
(law thla air was mad to drive tbe
and against tue object to be cot; ha
found that boles could be bored through
common window-glass In a few sec
onds. Further experimenting, be dis
covered that be bad only to Improve
tbe apparatus to get Increased ef
ficiency. The sand-blast performs both heavy
and light work. For heavy work a
high pressure and great velocity are
necessary; the heavy sand-blast la osed
chiefly for ornamenting and dressing
stone after It has been quarried. For
light work the pressure la light and tbe
velocity low.
Letters may be cut tn marble b
means of tbe sand-blast In tbe follow
ing manner: Tbe stone, or marble. Is
first covered with a tbln abeet of wax,
and the letters are cut In 'tbe way, leav
ing tbe marble exposed. Next, the
marble is passed under tbe bust, and
the sand cuts the letters deep into the
stone without Injuring the wax in tbe
least. In like manner any ornamental
design may be cut Into tbe stone.
Glass, too, may be ornamented by
means of tbe sand-blast. If a piece of
glass be covered with fine lace and
passed under the blast, not a thread of
the lace will be Injured, but the pattern
will be beautifully cut Into tbe glass.
The sand does not affect soft, yield
ing substances, but quickly euts away
Iron, steel, stone, glass, or any other
resisting substance. Tbe workmen
can bold their hands under tbe bust
and receive no injury, by simply wrap
ping their finger-nails in little pieces ot
soft cloth.
"Thrown Upon the World."
A visitor to one of tbe Government
offices where women are employed in
one of our cities desires to give In tbe
Youth's Companion an exact account
of what he saw nud heard there. He
was conducted by tbe superintendent,
an old man of large experience. The
last room Inspected was filled With
women at work.
The visitor remarked, "This Is a
higher class of women than that em
ployed at the same work in some other
kinds of business. These women have
been educated, and have refined faces
and voices. I sliould judge they are
not used to manual labor of any kind."
"They are -not," was the reply. "In
almost every cuse they are the widows
or daughters of men whose income
died with them, but who, while living,
gave to their families luxuries beyond
their means.
"That young girl by the window was
in fashionable society in New York
two years ago. Her father, with a sal
ary of five thou and dollars, lived far
beyond bis means. The woman in
mourning is the widow of a physician
whose Income averaged six thousand
dollars. He probably spent eight.
"That pale girl Is the daughter of a
master builder, who lived comfortably
among bis old friends until he was
seised with political ambition. He
moved Into a fine house, bad bis car
riage, servants, and gave balls, He
died, and bis daughter earns twelve
dollars a week, on which she supports
her mother. There Is hardly a woman
here who Is not the victim of tbe vul
gar ambition which makes a family
ape Its wealthier neighbors in Its out
lay." "That Is an ambition not peculiar to
as Americans," said tbe visitor.
"It Is more common among us, be
cause In other countries social position
dettends upon birth, while here it is
usually fixed by money. How many
families In every class do you know
who are pretending to a larger pecuni
ary wealth than they have?"
The visitor passes on the question to
the reader.
Found by a Tenderfoot.
There Is an axiom among mining
prospectors that while a knowledge of
mineralogy Is a first necessity for a
man starting out to bunt for tbe pre
cious ores, yet the richest finds are
often made by the rankest tenderfoot.
It Is well Illustrated in a recent rich
And near Salt Lake City, Utah. Wlll
ard Weihe, a violin soloist in tbe tab
ernacle, was walking in City Creek
Canyon, on the outskirts of tbe city,
when he kicked aside some rock that
struck htm as being unusual In ap
pearance. Out of pure curiosity be car
ried a piece of tbe rock back to town
and had It assayed. It showed tj300
in gold and $40 in silver to the ton.
Weihe was so much surprised be al
most fainted. Then, when be recov
ered he hurried back to where he found
the rock, without mentioning the mat
ter to anyone, and staked out a large
number of claims for himself and
friends. Now a considerable camp has
sprung np, and the workings bear out
tbe promise In Welbe's chance strike.
Not Color Blind.
There are some crabs that actually
dress themselves. Some species array
themselves elaborately by gathering
bits of seaweeds, chewing tbe ends,
and sticking them on their shells, so
that they look like stones covered with
weed. They spend hours In making
these pieces adhere, trying the same bit
over and over again until they suc
ceed. They have a fine sense of sym
metry, too, and always put a red piece
on one side to match tbe red piece on
the other, and a green piece to match
a green piece, though bow they know
red from green In tbe dark pools where
they live is hard to say, unless it Is
by taste or smell. When once their
dress is completed It Improves with
.lire, as the weed actually grows upon
".hem.
Frog.Eatlngj In France.
The French have never been frog
eaters to the extent that Is commonly
supposed. - With them the taste for this
reptile is rather epicurean than popu
lar. Myriads of frogs are, so to speak,
wasted in tbe country because of want
of zeal In catching them. In some of
the most "froggy" parts of France at
night tbe croaking of tbe reptiles over
powers every other sound; but tbe crea
tures might live to a good old age aud
their hind-legs grow as tougb as string
for all the Inconvenience they are put
to by tbe human enemy. Tbe taste for
this food depends greatly upon tbe lo
cality; and even then frogs' leg are a
dish for the gourmet rather than for
the workman or tbe peasant Tbe legs
fare occasionally hawked about Paris
aa skewers; but they are by no mean
cheap, and they appeal to tbe persos
whose cultivated and Jaded appetite
aeeda tempting rather tK to U hu
Tlousehoia.
RECIPES.
Loaf Chocolate Cake. One cupful of
granulated sugar and one-half cupful of
butter, beaten together. Add the yolks
of four eggs, one-half cupful of cold
strong ceffoe, one and one-half cupful ef
fi ur measured before sifting, two tea-
siaiouiuls of Itaking powder siltea wiin
the dour. (Flavor with vauilla if one
half cuful of milk is used instead of the
coffee.) When ready for the oven stir in
one and one-half squares of chicolate
which have been shaved, and set iu a dish
to melt.
Velvet Cream. One Dint of milk, one-
fourth of a box of gelatine, thr e-iourtha
ol a cuplul ol sugar and two g;s. dis
solve the gelatiue in a little of the milk,
boil the uiilk, add the sugar, beaten with
the yolks of eggs, then the gelatine Cook
like a custard, in a double boiler. S rain
firoi g'l a napkin; when almost cold add
the ell beaten whites,navor with vanilla
or s'lerrv, pour into a wet mould and set
wkv to nat-dea. Serve with cream.
S,Mu(.e Drops. Three eggs, three-
lijurlh ol a cuplul ot sugar, one heaping
cupful of sifted flour, one teaspoonful ot
cream of tartar, one-half teaspoonful of
soda and one teaspoonful of lemon or va
nilla. Drop in teaspoonfuls on buttered
lans, three inches apart, and bake in a
quick oven. A stiff batter is needed,
and it is safe to bake one cake first to see
if more flour is needed.
Mock Bisque Soup. Took one cupful of
tomato uutil soft enough to strain. Scald
one pint of milk in a double boiler.
Illend together one tablespoonful of but
ter and one dessertspoonful of flour. Slit
gradual y into the boiling milk and boil
leu minutes. Add one-half teasoonfu
of salt, a little white pepper, a speck oi
toda and the strained tomato. Serve very
Hot with croutons or saltines.
Lamb Souffle. Make one cupful of cream
sauce seasoned with chopped parsly
and onion juice. Stir in it one
cupful of chopiied lamb. When hot, add
the beaten yolks of two eggs, cook one
minute and set awav to cool. When cool,
add the beaten whites of two eg"s; bake
ill a buttered dish for twenty minutes
and serve immediately.
Sweetbreads a la Newberg. Parboil
and pick apart a sweetbread. Put in a
chafing dish one tablespoonful of butter
and four tablesnoonfuls of cream. When
hot, add the sweetbread, seasoned with
pepper, salt and nutmeg, or mace, anil one
tablespoonful of sherry. When boiling,
add the beaten yolks of two eggs and cook
11 thick, stirring constantly.
HOUSEHOLD HINTS.
A serviceable and practical cover for
a dining room table when not in use is
made by purchasing an unbleached table
cloth of the required lenclh, selecting a
seroll of some large, effective pattern,
and outlining this in wash silks, the col
trs to harmonize with the furnishings
of the room. This cloth, besides being
easily laundered, makes an attractive
cover.
Two or three oyster shells thrown upon
the tire with coal will help to absorb
any clinkers that may be gathering in
he stove.
Tt is said that polishing silverware by
rubbing it with oatmeal is a good plan.
It is worth trying, for it cannot harm it
Hud may do good.
For removing the stains of fruit from
tahlf linen, oxalic acid, javelle water,
boiling water and milk are all recom
mended, together with many other li
quids. Our grandmothers removed all
such stains at this season, "laying the
linen upon the grass when the fruit trees
re ia blossom.
When desirous of mending a piece of
broken glass or china, a cement may be
made by dissolving half an ounce of
gum acacia in one gill of boiling water
and stirring in plaster of Paris uutil the
mixture is the consistency of a paste.
Apply the cement to the broken edges
with a brush, and then fasten the two
oarts together until perfectly dry.
To earn monev for her Easter offering
one girl filled the shells of English wal
nuts with wax and sold them for work
baskets. A three-inch length of baby
rid bo u fastened the two halve together
at one end, and each was filled with
melted wax. The shells were pressed
closelv together where the ribbons were
pasted, and a snn was left at the other
and through which the thread could lie
drawn when the wax was needed. The
ribtkon loop served for fastening the
the shell to the side of a dasket. One of
these contrivances makes a pretty addi
tion to one's useful articles.
Aiuoni; the novelties in spoons for Fas
ter wedding gifts is the nut spoon with
its shovel shaied perforated bowl, and
the long curved handle of leaves and
nuts, finished at the top with a brown
enamelled squirrel with ruby eyes. A
spoon for serving peas has a shallow
bowl, rounded at the end, so shaped
as to represent the leaf of the pea vine,
with the veins daintily traced. The
handle is a twisted vine finished at the
and with a pea pod partly opened, the
oeas and pod being in green enamel.
When using cabbage for cold slaw, cut
it into ribbons an hour or more before
it is to be used, and let it stand in ice
water until the last moment, then drain
it upon a soft cloth to remove the water
and pour a French dressing over it.
if once tried thus it will always be treat
ed in this manner.
Many a housewife isdisheartened when
she finds that the house into which she
has just moved was inhabited before she
ai rived, and that already her nicely
cleaned beds are being occupied. A
sure death fur such invaders is benine.
It will at once destroy all insect life
and does not injure carpets or furni
ture. Fill a long-necked can with this
fluid and apply it thoroughly in all
cracks and crevices where the bugs or
their eggs may be. Ieave the doors
and windows ojs n and the odor will
quickly evaporate. Benzine should le
used only in daylight, as it is very in
flammable, and must not lie carried near
an open fire or a light. N. Y. Sun.
The Bicycle.
As the Illinois L. A. W. officials were
ansuecessful in securing the passage of the
Hicycle Baggage bill iu that state. Chief
Consul Patter has decided to endeavor to
effect the desired result by legal action.
A committee has been apointed to pnse
cute a suit against one of the leading
Western roads for refusing to check a bi
cycle as baggage.
At the recent championship meeting in
Australia a one-mile "ordinary race"
was run, the winner fiaishiug in 2m.
46 2-5 sec.
The elliptical sprocket.which was aban
doned in this country three years ago, is
lieing boomed in England by a local
manufacturer.
KN-('hampion Zimmerman has been
asked to act as one of the judges at the
Ouaker City Wheelmen's meet on June
5th.
At the race meet of the Newburgh
Wheelmen on Memorial Iay, Ininan, a
13 vear-old boy from Fishkill. will rid
un " exhibition half mile. He will be
paced by a tandem, and from what he has
alrcadv accomplished it is expected that
he will lower his own record of 1.05 2-5
'or the distance.
Henceforth the way of the dilatory
road contractor in New York city will
not lie a uleasant one. He has a new and
exacting task master in the bicyclist,
who is naturally the keenest of all in
sneclors in- road construction. If the
schemes of the Associated Cycling Clubs
of New York material use every active
wheelman in the cilv will be constituted
a pavement inspector. Contractors who
ire slow or neirlitrent in their work will
he reported to the Department of Street
Improvements, and if that be of no arail
a demand will be made for forfeiture of
contract. This nolicv will be pur
iMNi incessantly by the A. C. C. of New
York until street pavers learn to do
their work quickly and well-
REV, OR, TALMAGE,
Eminent Divine's Sunday
Discourse.
Roil'a Perfect Harmony and the Ttlseorn
That Was Made by SinThe Time Is
C'oniltiK When the World Will Again
ICmound to Heavenly Harmoute.
Text: "Who laid the cornerstone thereof,
when the morning stars sang together?"
Job JW, 6, 7. -
We have all seen the ceremony at the lay
ing of the cornerstone of church, asylum or
Masonic temple. Into the hollow of the
stone were placed scrolls of history and Im
portant documents, to be suggestive if, 100
or 200 years utter, the building should be
destroyed by tire or torn down. We re
member the silver trowel or iron hammer
that smote the square piece of granite into
sanctity. We reraemlier some venerable
man who prsiled wieiilin the trowel or
hammer. We remember also the music as
the choir stood on the scattered stones and
timber of the building about to be con
structed. The lnaves of the notebooks
fluttered in thn wind and were turned over
with a great rustling, and we remember
how the bass, baritone, tenor, contralto
and soprano voices commingled. They had
for many days been rehearsing tho special
programme that it might be worthy of the
cornerstone laying.
In my text the poet of Uz calls ns to a
prau.l.T ceremony the laying of the foun
dation of this itreat temple of a world.
The cornerstone was a block of light, ami
tho trowel was of celestial crystal. All
about and on tho embankments of clouds
stood the angelic choristers unrollim; their
librettos of overturn, and other worlds
clapped shining cymbals whiln thn cere
mony fnt on, and God, tho Architect, hy
stroke of lisht after stroke of light, dedi
cated this great cathedral of a world, with
mountains for pillars ami sky for frescoed
ceiling and flowering llelds for a floor and
sunrise and midnight aurora for uphol
stery. '-Who laid the cornerstone thereof,
when the morning stars sang together?"
The fact is that the whole universe was a
complete, cadence, an unbroken dithy
ramb, a musical portfolio. The i-reat sheet
of immensity had leeu spread out, and
written on it wero the stars, the smaller of
them minima, the larger of them sustained
notes. The meteors marked the staccato
.passages, the whole heavens a gamut with
all sounds. Intonations, modulations, the
space between the worlds a musical in
terval, tremhlini; of stellar light a quaver,
the thunder a bass clef, the wind among
tree a treble clef. Thnt Is the way tiod
made all things a perfect harmony.
But one day a harp string snapped in thn
great orchestra. Ono day a voice sounded
out of tune. One day a discord, harsh and
terrific, grated upon the glorious antiphon.
It was sin thnt made the dissonance, and
that harsh discord has been sounding
through the centuries. All the work of
Christians and philanthropists and reform
ers of all ages is to stop that discord and
get all things back into the perfect har
mony which was heard at tho laying of the
cornerstone when the morning stars sang
together. lieforn I get through, tf I am
divinely helped. I will make it plain that
sin is discord mid righteousness harmony;
that in general things are out of tune is as
plain as to a musician's ear is the unhappy
clash of I'larinct and bassoon in an orches
tral rendering.
The world's health out of tunc; weak
lungs and the atmosphere iu collision, dis
ordered eye ami noonday light iu quarrel,
rheumatic limb and damp weather in strug
gle; neuralgias, and pneumonias, and con
sumptions, and epileptics iu flocks sweep
the neighborhoods and cities. Where you
Undone person with sound throat, aud keen
eyesight, and aicrt ear, and easy respira
tion, aud regular pulsation, aud supple
limb, and prime digestion, aud steady
nerves, you llnd 100 who have to be very
careful because this or that or the other
physical function is disordered.
The human intellect out of tune; the
judgment wrongly swayed, or the memory
leaky, or the will weak, or the temper in
flammable, the well balanced mind excep
tional. Domestic life out of tune; only here and
there a conjugal outbreak of incompata
bility of temper through the divorce courts
or a filial outbreak about a father's will
through the surrogate's court, or a case of
wife tieating or husband poisoning through
the criminal courts, but thousands of fami
lies with June outside and January within.
Society out of tune; labor and capital,
their hands on each other's throat: aoirit
of caste keeping those down in the social
scale who are struggling to get up, aud
putting those who are un in anxietv lest
they have to come down. No wonder the
old pianoforte of society fs all out of tune.
When hypocrisy, aud lying, and subterfuge,
and double dealing, and sycophancy, and
charlatanism, and revenge have for 6000
years been banging away at tho keys and
stamping the pedals.
on all sides there is a shipwreck of har
monies nations In discord witho'lt realiz
ing It. So wrong is the feeling of nation
for nation that symbols chosen are tierce
and destructive. In this country, where
our skies are full of robins ami doves and
morning larks, wo have our national sym
bol, the tierce and filthy eagle, as cruel a
bird as can be found in all thn ornithologi
cal catalogues. In Ureat Britian, where
they have lambs and fallow dner, their syni-
doi is uie merciless lion, in Kussia, where
from between her frozen north to her
blooming south all kindly beasts dwell,
they chose thn growling bear, and in the
world's heraldry a favorite ligare is the
dragon, the fabled winged serpent, fero
cious and dreadful. And so fond is the
world tf contention that we climb out
through the heavens and baptize one of
the other planets with the spirit of battle
and call it Mars, after the god of war, and
we give to tho eighth sign of the zodiac
the name of the scorpion, a creature which
is chiefly celebrated for its deadly sting.
But, after all, these symbols are expressive
ol the way nation feels toward nation dis
cord wide as tbe continent and bridging
the seas.
I suppose you have noticed how warmly
iu love dry goods stores am with other dry
goods stores, and how highly grocery men
think of thn sugars of the grocery. man on
the same street, and in what a eulogistic
way allopathic and homeopathic doctors
speak of each other and how ministers will
sometimes put ministers on that beautiful
cooking instrument which thn English call
a spit an iron roller with spikes on it and
turned by a crank before a hot tire and
then, if the minister being roasted cries out
against it, the men who are turning him
say, "Hush, my brother; we are turniug
this spit tor the glory of clod and the good
of your soul, ami you must be quiet, while
we close the service with:
'Blest be the tin that binds
'Our hearts in Christian love. "
The earth is diametered and circunifer
enced with discord, and the music that vvaj
rendered nt the laying of thn world's cor
nerstone when tho morniug stars sang to
gether is not heard now, and though here
and there from this and that part of so
ciety and from this aud that part of thn
earth there comes up a thrilling solo of
love, or a warble of worship, or a sweet
duet of patience, they nre drowned out by
a discord that shakes the earth.
Paul says, 'Thn whole creation gro.in
eth." And while thn nightingale, and tins
woodlark. nnd the canary, nnd the plover
sometimes sing so sweetly that their notes
have been written out iu musical notation,
and it is found that the cuckoo sings in thn
key of 1 and that the cormorant is a basso
in the winged choir, yet sportsman's gun
and the autumnal bhist often leave them
ruffled and bleerin or dead in meadow or
forest, l'aui was right, for thn groan iu
nature drowns out the prima donnas of the
sky.
Tartini, thn great musical composer,
dreamed one night that he made a contract
with satan, thn latter to be ever in t'.m
somposer's s-rvice. But ono night he
handed to satan a violin, on which Diabo
lus played such sweet music that the com
poser was awakened by the emotion and
tried to reproduce tho sounds, and there
from was written Tartini's most famous
piece, "The Devil's Sonata." a dream in
genious, but faulty, for all melody de
scends from heaven and only discords as
"id from helL All hatred. fed con
troversies, hackbitings anil revenges are
the devil's sonata, are diabolic fugue, are
demoniac phantasy, are grand march of
doom, are allegro of perdition.
Hut if in this world things in general are
out of tunc to our frail ear, how much
morn so to beings angelic and dnltic! It
takes a skilled artist to fully appreciate
disagreement of sound. Many liave no ca
pacity to detiH't a defect of musical execu
tion, and though there were in one bar as
many offenses against harmony as could
crowd in bet wren thn lower F of the bass
and the higher O of the soprano it would
give them no discomfort, while on the fore
head of the educated artist beads of per
spiration would stand out as a result of the
harrowing dissonance. While an amateur
was performing on a piano and had Just
struck the wrong chord, John Sebastian
Bach, the immortal composer, entered the
room, and the amateur rose in embarrass
ment, and Bach rushed past the host, who
stepped forward to greet him, and before
thn keyboard had stopped vibrating put his
adroit hand UKn the keys and changed
thn painful inharmony into glorious
cadence. Then Bach turned and gave salu
tation to thn host.
But thn worst of all discord is moral dis
cord. If society and the world are pain
fully discordant to imperfect man, what
must they bo to a jierfect Hod? Feople try
to define what sin Is. It seems to mo that
sin Is getting out of harmony with God. a
disagreement with his holiness, wtth his
purity, with his love, with his commands,
our will clashing with his will, the Unite
dashing against the infinite, the frail
airainst thn puissant, thn created against
tho creator. If KKHI musicians, with flute
and cornet-a-plstou and trumpet and vlo
loncelly, the hantboy and trombqne and
all thn wind and stringed instruments that
ever gathered in a Dusseldorf jubilee should
resolve that they would play out of tune
and put concord to ttin rack and make the
place wild with shrieking and grating and
rasping sounds, they could not make such
pandemonium as that which rages in a sin
ful soul when tiod listens to the play of its
thoughts, passions and emotions discord,
lifelong discord, maddening discord.
Tho world pays more for discord that it
does for consonance. High prices have
been paid for music. One man gave e2!25
to hnur the Swedish songstress in New
York, and another t25 to hear her in Bos
ton, and another -JfiriO to hear her in Provi
dence. Fabulous prices have been paid for
sweet sounds, but far more "has been paid
for discord. The Crimean War cost 1,700,
000.000 and the American Civil War over
r'J,500.0iHi,000. and the war debts of pro
fessed Christian nations are about 15,000,
000.000. The world pays for this red ticket,
which admits it to the saturnalia of broken
bones and death agonli.-s and destroyed
cities and plowed graves and crushed
hearts, any amount of money satan asks.
Discord! Discord!
But I have to tell you that the song thai
the morning stars sang together at the lay
ing of the w'orld's cornerstone is to resound
again. Mozart's greatest overture was
composed one night when he was several
times overpowered with sleep, and artists
say they can tell the places In the muslo
where lie awakened. So the overture of
tho morning stars spoken of In my text
has been asleep, but it will awaken and be
morn grandly rendered by the evening
stars of the world's existence than by the
morning stars, anil thn vespers will be
sweeter than thn matins. Thn work of all
good men and women and of all good
eliur 'hes and all reform associations help
to tiring the race back to thn origiiinl har
mony. Thn rebellious heart to be attuned,
soeial life to bn attuniMl. commercial ethics
to ho attuned, internal tonality to be at
tuned, hemispheres to be attuned.
Thn whole world must also be attuned
by thn same power. I was in the Pair
banks weighing scale manufactory of Ver
mont. Six hundred hands, and they never
hail a strike! Complete harmony between
labor and capital, the operatives ot scores
of years in their beautiful bom ne-.rby -the
mnnsions of the manufacturers, whose
Invention and Christian behavior made the
great enterprise, so, all thn world over,
labor and capital will bn brought Into
euphony. You may have heard what is
called thn "Anvil Chorus," composed by
Vcr.il, a tune played by hammers, great
and small, now with mighty stroke and
now with heavy stroke, beating a great
iron anvil. Thnt is what the world baa got
to come to anvil chorus, yardstick chorus,
shuttlo chorus, trowel chorus, crowbar
chorus, piekax chorus, gold mine chorus,
rail trnt'k chorus, locomotivn chorus. It
can lie done, aud it wiil be done; so all
social life will be attuned by tho gospel
harp.
Heaven Is to have a'nnw song, an entirely
new song. But I should not wonder if, as
sometimes on earth, a tune is fashioned out
of many tunes, or It is one tune with the
variations; so some of thn songs of the re
deemed may have !ecii playing through
them the songs of earth. And how thrill
ing, as coming through the great anthem ot
thn saved, accompanied by harpers with,
tiieir harps and trumpeters with their
trumpets, if we should bear some of tbe
strains of "Antioch" and "Mount Pisgah"
and "Coronation" and "Lenox" and "St.
Martin's" and "Fountain" and "Ariel" and
"Old Hundred!" How they would bring to
mind the praying circles and commuuion
days, and thn Christmas festivals, and the
church worship in which on earth we min
gled! I have no idea that when we bid
farewell to earth we are to bid farewell to
all these grand old gospel hymns which
melted and raptured our souls for so many
yeurs. Now, if sin is discord aud righteous
uess is harmony, let us get out of the one
and enter the other.
O Lord, our God, quickly usher In the
whole world's peace jubilee, and all islands
of the sea join the Ave continents, and all
thn musical instruments uf all nations
combine, and all the organs that ever
sounded requiem of sorrow sound only a,
grand march of joy, and all the bells that
tolled for burial ring for resurrection, and
all the cannon that ever hurled death
across the nations sound forth eternal vic
tory. And over all acclaim of earth and
minstrelsy of heaven there will be heard
one voice sweeter and mightier than any
human or angelic voice, a voice once full of
tears, but now full of triumph, the voice ot
Christ saying, "I am alpha and omoga,
tile beginning aud tiie end, the first and
the last." Then, at the laying of the top
stone of the world's history, the same
voices shall be heard as when, at the lay
ing of the world's cornerstone, "the morn
iug stars sang together."
It is doubtful if even anpels ever weep
any over the man who never finds out
where the mud is, until he geld into it up
to his neck.
Men are just like trout after you have
hookeil them, give the smartest and big
pest of them su ing enough and you are
sure of them.
A man, so to seak, who cannot bow to
his own conscience every morning i9
hardly in acondilion to respect i vely salute
the world at any oilier time of day.
Act without thought ami you are a fool;
think without act, and you are a vision
ary. Selfishness is often so refined, that it is
deeply wounded atlhclea-t remonstrance.
Courtesy and etiquette are flowers; the
one, has ils rools in the heart; the other,
in the intellect.
Advice is seldom welcome; those who
need it most like it least.
One great reason why philosophy and
philanthropy so often fail is because so
much of them is spent on the world, and
so little on ourselves.
What a man is the most afraid of he
says he don't believe in; litis mar ac
count for some men's unbelief in hell.
The wisest in a u Dial the world ever pro
duced died He.es alio, and Ihc biycit loot
hasn't Iteen born yet.
Men of strong passions are less danger
ous than men of weak ones; it is the weak
ones that need the most watching. . -
What a disgusted and disappointed race
of creatures we should be if we could
only "see ourselves as others see us."
It is said that baked bananas will un
failingly build up and strengthen thin
and weak bodies anil enrich tho blood.
They should be baked about 20 minutes.
The man who falls on a banana skio
once will have sympathy, but he will
only make fun for the boys the next time
he lauds on his back.
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