DON'T LET THE SONG CO OUT OF YOUR LIFE. Don't let the song go oat of yoar life; Don't let the song go out of your life; Though it chance sometimes to flow Ah! it never would need to go, Inn minor strain, it will blend again If with thought more true and a broader With the major tone, you know. view We looked at this life below. What though shadows rise to obscure life'* skies, Oh, why should we moan that life's spring- And hide for a time the sun; time hus flown, They sooner will lift and reveal the rift, Or sigh for the lair summer time? If you let the melody run. The autumn huth days tilled with pmnns of praise. Don't let the song go out of your life; And the winter hath bells that chime. Though your voice may have lost its trill. Don't let the song go out of your life; Though the tremulous note should die in Let it ring in the soul while here, the throat. And when you go hence it shali follow you Let it sing in your spirit still. thence And sing on in another sphere. There is never a pain that hides not some gain. Then do not despond and say that the fond, And never a cup of rue Sweet songs of your life have flown. So bitter to sup but what in the cup For if ever you knew a song that was true, Lurks a measure of sweetness too. Its music is still your own. —Kate It. Stiles, in Boston Transcript. J Honora's Hit. { The strong sunshine which poured through the skylight of the big studio was tempered and diffused by a white inuslin screen painted with blue drag ons, while tall vases, plaster bas re liefs, bits of odd tapestry, a palm tree or two, a brass tea urn and a luxuri ous divan with pillows three deep gave the room an air at once artistic and feminiue. Five young women were sitting or standing at the easels, some flourishing charcoal sticks, others with paillettes on their thumbs, all in tent on mastering the difficulties of perspective "values" or "planes," wbile a sixth, with her hair unbound and wearing a flowing red robe, rep resented their idea of a Moorish hero ine. Outside the buzz and roar of New York throbbed on the afternoon air, elevated trains shrieked and whizzed by, street calls rose and fell, and a hurdy gurdy on the next corner ground out a once popular tune, but no one noticed these noises any more than the country plowboy notices the wind sighing all day through the pines on the hill. "Time to rest, Nora," anuonnced Miss Haviland, and while the wor shippers of art relaxed their tired muscles and excliauged theories, praise and criticism with the frankness of the cult, Honora also stepped down and took a curious look at the semi circle of more or less realistic like nesses. What she saw was a young, dark haired woman with wistful gray eyes, hands clasped before her and a sad and almost careworn expression. This Moorish girl was clearly a cap tive, pining for home, and, nucou sciotisly, a flash of her old spirit came back into Honora's face. "Goodness, do I look like that ?" she thought, slightly straightening herself. " Dick, dear Dick ! What would you say if you knew ? " "Yon pose very well ; you've done it before, no doubt," observed one of the girls in a tone of serene patron age, but Miss Haviland broke in kind ly, before Honora had time to reply : *'Oh, no," she said, "Nora isn't a regular model. She just came to oblige us, didn't you, Nora ?" "Pose!" cried Grace Hunt in a clear, high voice, consulting her watch ; the captive's dimple disap peared ; she hastily resumed her sta tion and attitude, and the sorrowful look again crept over her face. The young ladies returned to their stools, and for some moments nothing was heard but the squeaking of charcoal and the scraping of paillette knives. " The line of the neck is good, but she's distinctly too thin, and her arms are unsatisfactory," declared Mrs. Tremaiue, selecting a flat brush and squeezing some raw sienna out of a tube. She was a young widow, ma trouized the apartment and spoke ex actly as if the girl had been a lay fig ure or a block of wood. "Your nose is too long and you are an ill maunered iceberg also," thought Honora, vindictively, with such a rush of blood to her cheeks that severely heightened the tint of their portraits with a touch of rose madder. Honora went home that night with $2 in her pocket aud insulted pride in her heart. Home for her now was a more closet under the roof of n neigh boring apartment house. "Who is she, auy way ?" asked Grace, carelessly, ns the friends com pared canvases after the model's de parture. "She lias a stunning head of hair. You say she is not a profes sional ? " "Oh, no; she's a girl who has done plain sewing for Mrs. Lawrence, on the fifth floor. 1 happened to see her there and thought she looked paint nble. She needed the mouey, I guess, by the look of her hollow eyes," au- Bwoied Miss Haviland, half remorse fully. A mouth pussed after the pictures were finished, and the fair students of the Iverness did not see Honora never thought of her. Early one January morning, however, the pri vate bell rang and Elizabeth went to the door. "Why, how do you do—ah—Katy, no, Nora, isn't it?" she said, with her kindly smile. "So you wunt to pose for us again, do you ? But you look thin. Have you been ill ? " "No, thank you ; I'm quite well. I would rather not pose, but I thought you might have some sewing for me - possibly one of you ladies," stam mered Honora. "Well, sit down and I'll speak to others." The girl sank into a chair in tho dark little corridor, for her limbs trembled under her. Miss Haviland, when she tame back, ap peared somewhat at a loss for the light word herself. " We don't seem to have much in the way of sewing," she began, but I •inspect that Providence may have *ent you to our relief, after all. Yon know fonr of us girls—the four that you saw—live here with Mrs. Tre maiue in a suite of rowins. aud we've been housekeeping by turns, getting our breakfast and lunch aud taking dinner at the cafe. But wo are all tired of the arrangement, and we've been thinking if we could get some nice"—Miss Haviland hesitated " refined young woman to cook the meals and keep everything comfort able, it would be a good idea all round. Can you cook V " "Yes." Honora's tongue really wouldn't say ma'am, so she made it " Miss Haviland " instead. " Then what do yon say to trying J it ? We put out the laundry work, so it would be easy housekeeping," and the young artist went onto speak of wages and the usual " Saturday after noons." The candidate asked for an hour to consider the matter. She walked up j to the park and sat down on one of i the wooden benches near the Fifty- j ninth street entrance. Honora thought how she had come to the city only j four months ago, fired with the dreams of a larger life, and utterly ig- I norant of its difficulties, disappoint- < ments aud perils. S4ie thought of the brave start she had made, her con- j fident coinage and high hopes, and ; the succeeding bitter discourage- ' ments, repulses and failures. Peli- 1 quagamas, Me., was the melodious I name of her birthplace ; she shut her eyes nnd saw the prim village street, her old auut's neat cottage, and her self, a restless, impetuous girl, grow- ] ing up under the good spinster's wing. ; like an enterprising hawk under the wing of a well disposed hen. Six months ago she had offered a tale to a city newspaper, and all her troubles dated from that day, for it ; was promptly accepted, and the check which came back seemed to open out a dazzling prospect of wealth, fame and a "career." One or two later ventures proved equally fortunate, and then nothing would do but go to New I'ork and try her fortune. Of course her elders remonstrated, but Honora's strong will nnd abundant relish for adventure carried the day. Dick stormed, protested and implored but what was a six-room cottage, even with Dick, to a girl stage struck for the triumphs of a world theatre ? Of the succeeding months Honora did not like to think their pitiless lessons were still gall to her spirit. Enough to say that she had left the expensive boarding house, aud, too proud to coufess bier straits or ask help froni home, taken the poorest of lodgings. Even so, with a needle instead of a pen in her hand, the struggle was too hard, the battle was against her. At this point in her meditations Honora jumped up and said to her self, resolutely : "I'll do it 1 It's better than starv ing, better than posing and bettor than destroying my ejes and ruining my temper by sewing 14 hours a day. I'll let them call me Nora and think it's me Oirish name," she declared, | under her breath, "and I'll give them some first rate Yankee cooking and go to the free lectures and concerts and ' the museums, so that my time won't be all wasted. I'll take up my de spised diary again, aud when I get home in June I'll make a clean breast to D—ick." "Nora," said Mrs. Tremaiue one May morning, shaking out the folds of her gown, " I expect a gentleman from Philadelphia to dinner tonight, so lay an additional plate aud have something a little extra, will yon, and pretty flowers?" for "Elizabeth's pro tegee " was trusted now eveu to choose the bouquets. " He's the edi- j tor of 'Pettingill's,'" she said, turn ing to Grace. "A remarkable man!" Nora's heart gave a little flutter, but it died out immediately. The gentleman duly arrived, and between the ice and coffee he observed to his hostess: "Cousin Laura, I came ; to town today partly to see one of our contributors. Last wiuter a manu script reached the office which struck us all as somethiug quite extraordin ary. It was in the form of a diary, purporting to have been found in the room of an unknown girl who lost her reason from sheer starvation in a well-to-do quarter of Gotham. She is | a Down East girl, with literary ambi- j tions, and in her loneliness keeps one of those voluminess journals that no I one really writes nowadays with won- j derful freshness and country wit. It | might have been written for her ' mother's eyes, or a lover's, perhaps ; it reveals her follies aud her virtues both with such perfect spoutaueius ness. When literature fails her she tries sewing, and even posing for art , students, aud she hits off the fine i ladies aud sisters of your craft with a most delicious mixture of satire and enviousness. But through it all ruus 1 the tragic sense of the rushing power of her environment, closing upon her ! like the remorseless jaws of a trap. ! The last four eutries describe her sen- ! satiors on four successive days with- i cut food, after a grand dame fails to pay her for the work she has done, audit breaks off with the first inco herent raviugs of coming insanity. I never read anything more weitcl or powerful in its way than that Inst cry for help." "Tell us who wrote it, quick !" ex claimed Grace, who felt a light break ing in ou her. "That's an odd thing about it. The sketch was unsigned, aud the ac companying slip giving the author's name and address was accidentally lost. We had it putin type and de cided to publish it, thinking that the writer would see and claim it. I have the advance sheets here, but yester day, by good luck, tho missing paper turned up and I determined to run iu anil explain matters to the presum ably irate lady iu person. The ud dress, I believe, is in this neigebor hood ; the name " Mr. Phillips ♦.r.ok out a memorandum slip and regarded it through his eyeglasses— "Miss Honora Graves. Why, what is it ? Do you know h-.ir,? " fortuna'ely Nora was in the kitchen during the ensuing conversational scene. She took her laurels very quietly when they were placed tumnltuously on her brow. Sitting among the girls who welcomed her now as a sister "arti'it," she told them how the idea of transcribing her diary occnrred to her as a last resort iu the midst of a starving week, which came near to ending as tragically in reality as on paper. When no reply was received she gave up all literary projects, and grasped the first opportunity that chance threw iu her way —no other thau Miss Elizabeth's offer. But upon being hailed ns a promis ing "lion," with a career opening be fore her, our Honora very frankly and emphatically disclaimed the idea. "I might neve succeed again," she said. "This wasn't art, but plain truth, which was forced out of me by the pinch of reality, and I don't want to have the screw put on a second time. No ; if New York has done nothing else for me, at least it has tamed my ambition and taught mo my place." " But what shall you do ? You can't expect to travel incognito and laugh at us in your sleeve, now that we know you ? " "Do V I shail go home nnd have it out with dear old Dick, "cried Honora, impulsively, and that brought down the house.—Springfield Republican. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. A Duquesne (Iowa) man has a dog which was sent him by express all the way from Manila, Philippine Islands. On a farm iu West Virginia theve is an apple tree which is eight feet five inches around. InlSfiO 85 bushels of apples were gathered from it, and sold at the apple house lor Bi>o. The tree is 75 years old, and is still bearing. Some of the wooden churchos of Norway are fully 700 years old, and are still in an excellent state of preserva tion. Their timbers have successfully resisted the frosty and almost Arctic winters because they have been re peatedly coated with tar. In Belgium organ grinders are com pelled by law to play each moruing before the police magistrate, who must be satisiied that their instru ments are iu tune. An organ which is out of tune must be putin order before a license is issued to the player. The practice of eat ng arsenic is very prevalent among the pe.isautry of the mountainous districts of Austria, Hun gary and France. They declare that this poison enables tliem to ascend with ease heights which they could only otherwise climb with great dis tress to the chest. People are right or left eyed just as they are right or left handed, and just as the right hand fs usually the more powerful, so is the right eve. Only oue person iu 10 is left sighted. It is very probable 'that the use of weapons during countless ages has had some thing to do with the extra power of the right eye. Two curiosities in American ship building have receutly been completed at San Francisco. They are stern wheel launches for use on the Amoor liver, Siberia, and when loaded thev draw but six inches of water. They are 95 feet iu length, 12 feet iu beam, and have a hold 2 1 inches in depth. They have made seven knots an hour on their trial trips, aud the. eugines are wonderfully light aud compact. It is not a common thing to see a church bell up a tree, yet there is one in the parish of Therfield, Herts, Eng land, which occupies this unique po sition. Bather more than 20 years ago the church was rebuilt. Thera were not, however, sufficient funds to complete the rebuilding, aud the up per portion of the tower and church remain unfinished to the present time. As there was no belfry iu which to place the bells, one was hung on the branch of a large walnut tree in the rectory close. Side View® of Life. When a man tires of himself his case is hopeless. If a minister aims his remarks at himself he is pretty sure to hit nine tenths of his congregation. • Many a true word is spoken when two wonteu have a quarrel. Wise is the woman who doesn't ex pect a man to love her when he is busy. There are many different brands of foolishness. A mau indulges in one kind when he traduces his enemies. Chicago News OK. TALMAGES SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: Lift tip the Fallen—A Pirn For Welcome For the l'rodlzal—Kindness Al'oulil Reclaim Many Unfortunates Who Uave Dropped by the Way. [Copyriftlit IWHM WASHINOTOS, D. C.—lnthis discourse Dr. Palmage pleads (or a hearty reception to -ill those who have done wrong and want to net back, while the unsympathetic and self-righteous are excoriated; text, Lulte XT., 28. "And he was angry and would not go In." Many times have I been asked to preach a sermon about the elder brother of the parable. I received a letter from Canada raying, "Is the elder son of the parable so unsympathetic uud so cold that he Is not worthy of necognltloD?'* The faot is that we ministers pursue the yonuger son. You :an hear the flappings of his rags In many n sermonic breeze and the cranching of Lbe pods for which he was an unsuccess ful contestant. I confess that it has beeu difficult for me to train the camera ob «cura upon the elder son of the parable. I ?ould not get a negative for a photograph, i'bere wus not enough ilgbt In the gallery, or the chemicals were poor, or the sitter moved In the picture. But now I think I have him; Dot a side face or a three-quar ;ers or the mere bust, but u full length portrait as he appears to me. The futher In the parable of the prodigal had nothing to brag of lu his two sons. The one was a rake and the other a churl. I And nothing admirable in the dissoluteness of the one, and X And nothing attruotlve In the acrid sobriety of the other. The one goes down over the larboard side, and the other goes down over tho starboard side, but they both go down. From all the windows of tho old home stead bursts the minstrelsy. The floor quakes with the foet of the rustics, whose u Ingrute, for he did not appreciate tho home blessings which he had all those years. He wus dls obedieht, for when the father told him t J come in he staid out. He wus a liar, for he Biiid that the recreunt sou had devoured his futlier's living when the futher, so far from being reduced to penury, had a home stead left, and instruments of music, had jewels,had a mausion ami instead of being a pauper was a prince. This seuior brother, with so muuy fuults of bis own, was merciless tu his criticism of tho younger brother. Tho only perfect people that I have over knowu were utterly obnoxious. I was never BO badly cheated in my lite us by a perfect man. He got so far up in his devotions that he wus clear up above all the rules of common honesty. These men that go about prowling urnoug prayer meetings and In places of business, telling how good they are—look out for them; keep your hand on your pocketbook! 1 have noticed that just in proportion as a man gets good he gets humble. The deep Mississippi does not make ns much noise us tho brawling mountain rivulet. There has been unity a store that bud more goods iu the show window than inside ou the shelves. This self-righteous man of the text stood it the corner of the house huggiug himself In udmiratiou. We bear a great deal in Dur day übout the higher life. Now, there ire two kinds of higher-life meu. The oue is admirable, und tlie other is repulsive. The one kind of higher-life man is very leaioDt in his criticism of others, does not uore prayer meetings to death with long harangues, does not talk a great deal ibout himself, but much übout Christ and heaven, gets kindlier and more gentle and more useful until one duy his soul spreads i-wing, aud he flies away to eteraal rest, iod everybody mourns his departure. The Jther higher-life man goes around with a Bible conspicuously under tits nrm, goes from church to church, a sort of general evangelist, is a uulsaucu to his own pastor ivbeu ho is at home and a nuisance to other pastors when he Is away from home, runs up to some rann who is counting out a roll jf bunk bills or running up a difficult line Df figures und asks him how Ills soul Is, mnlces religion a dose of ipecucunnba; standing iu u religious meeting making an address, tie bus u patronizing way, as though ordinary Christians were clear away down below him, so lie hud to talk at the top of his voice lu order to muke them heur, but at tile wttite time encouraging them to lio,ie 0:1 tliht by climbing many years tboy rutty nrteru while come up with in sight of tho plaeu where he now stands. I tell you plainly that a roarlug, roister ing, bouncing sinner is not so repulsive to me us that higher life malforututiou. The former may repent; the latter never gets over his pliarlsuisui. The younger brother of the purabie came buck, but the seuior brother stunds outside entirely oblivious to bis own delinquencies and deQcltx, pro nouncing his own eulogluui. Oh, how much eusier it is to blame others thau to blutue ourselves. Adam blamed Eve. Eve blamed the serpent, the senior brother blamed the younger brotber, aud none of theia blamed tbnmsalvnr Again, the senior brother of my text stunds for nil those who are faithless übout the reformation of the dissipated and the dissolute. In the very tones of his voice yon can bear the fact that he has no faith that the reformation of the younger son Is gonutne. His entire manner seems to say: "That boy baa come back for more money. Ho got u third of the property. Now ho has come bnck for another third. He will never bo conteuted to stav on the furm. Ho will full nwuy. I would go in, too, nod rejoice with the others If I thought this thing was genuine, but it is u sham That boy is a confirmed inebriate nnd de buuehee." Alus, my friends, for the in credulity In the church of Christ in reg.iro to tho reclamation of the recreant! You s:ty a mau bus beeu n strong drinker. 1 sa.v, "Ye", but lie has reformed." "Oh.* yo i Bay, with u lugubrious face, "J hope you are uot mistaken; I hope yot are not mistaken." You say, "Dou't re joioe too much over his conversion, foi soon he will be unconverted, I fear Dou't make too big a party for that re turned prodigal or strike the timbrel toe loud, uud If you kill a calf kill tho one that is on the commons and not the one thai has been luxuriating In the paddock.' Tliat Is tho reason why more prodiguts dc not come home to their lather's house. It is the rnuk infidelity lu tho church of Gou on this subject. There is not a house on the streets ot heaven that has not iu it u prodigul thut returned and staid home. There could be unrolled before you a scroll of 100.00 C names—the names of prodigals who came baok forever reformed. Who was Jobr Bunyan? A returned prodigal. Who waf Richard Baxter? A returned prodigal Who was George Whlteiield, the thundereri A returned prodigal. And I could go out iu ail the aisles oi this church to-day uud find ou either sldf those who, onee fur astray for tnauy years, have been faithful, and their eternal salva tion Is as sure as though they hud been ter years In heaven. Aud yet tome of you have not enough faith in their return! You do not know how to shake hands with a prodigul; you do not know how to pray for him: you do not know how tc greet hltn. He wunts to sail into the warm gulf stream of Christian sympathy. You are the iceberg ugalnst which he strikes and shivers. You say he has been a prod Igal. I know it, but you aro the sour, un responsive, censorious, suturnlpe, crank} older brotber, and if you ure going tc heaven one would think some pecplf would be tempted togo to perdition to get away from you. Pleuty of room for elegant sinners, for sinoers in velvet or satin und lace, for sin ners high salaried, forlcid gloved and pat ent leathered sinners, for sinners fixed Uf by hairdresser, pomatumed und lavetidered nnd cologned aud frizzled uud crimped uud "banged" sinners—plenty of room! Such we meet elegantly at the door ol our churches, and we iuvite them into thf best seats with Chesterfieldlun gallantries weusher them into the houso of God unc put soft Ottomans under their feet und put a gild edged pruyer book in their bauds an l pass the contribution box boforo thom with an atr of apology, while they, th« generous sou Is, take out tho equlsite porte monnale antl open it aDd with diamoudei) finger push down beyond the -310 gold pieces uud delicately pick out as uu ex pression of gratitude their offering to the Lord—of oue ceut! For such sinners plenty of room, plenty of room! Again! remark that the senior brother of my text stands for tho spirit of envy und jealousy. The senior brother thought that all the honor they did to the returnee' brother was a wrong to him. He said, "1 have stuld ut home, and I ought to have had the ring, and I ought to have hud the banquet, uud I ought to have hud the gar lauds." Alus, for this spirit of envy anu jealous* comiug down through the nges! Cain unil Abel, Esuu and Jncob. Haul and David, Human and Mordecui, Orthello and lugo Orlando and Angelina, Caligula and Tor quatus, C:v-ir aud Pompey, Columbu* and the Spuui->U courtiers, Cambyses uud the brother ho slew because he wus a better marksman, Dionyslus und Philoxenius, whom be slew because be was a bettoi singer. Jealousy among painters— Clos rermuti nnd Geoffrey Kueller, Hudson aud Ileynolds, Fruncia, anxious to see a picture of Baphuel, llupliaei seuds blm a picture. Fraucia, seeing it, falls in a fit of jealousy from which he dies. Jealousy among authors. How s«ldoni contemporaries speak of each o'.her. Xeno pbon and Plato living at the same time, but from their writings you never would suppose they heard of each other. Religious jealousies. The Mohammedans praying for rain during a drought; no ratu coming. Theu the Christians begin to pray for rain, uud the rain comes. Theu the Mohammeduus met together to account foi tills, und they resolved that Gad was so well plensed with their prayers he kept the drought ou so as to keep them praying, but that the Christians began to pray and tilt Lord was so disgusted with their prayers that He sent rain right away so He would not bear any more of their supplications. Ob, this accursed spirit of envy nnd jeal ousy! Let us stamp it out from till oui hearts A wrestler wus so envious of Theogoues, the prince of wrestlers, that be could not be consoled iu any way, and after Theog enes died und a statue wus lifted to him iu a public place Ills envious autagonlst went out every night and wrestled with the statue until oue night be threw it, and ii foil on him aud crushed him to death. Sc jealousy is not only absurd, but it i« killing to the body, and it is killing to tbt soul. How seldom It is you find ona merchant speaking wei) of a merchant iu the same liue of business. How seldom It is you heai a physician speaking well of a physlciauon the same block. Oh, my friends, the world Is large enough for all of us! Let us rejoice at the Bticoess of others. The next best thing to owning a gardeu ourselves Is to look over the fonct uud admire the liowers. The next best thing to riding iu fin< equipage is to stand on the streets and ad mire the prauclng span. Tho next best thing to having a banquet given to our selves is having u banquet given to oui prodigal brother that bus come homo tc ills father's bouse. Ah, the faco of this pouting elder son is put before us iu order that we might better see tlte radiant and forgiving face of the Futher. Contrasts are mighty. The artist In sketching the field of Waterloo years after tbe buttle put a dove in the inouth of the cannon. Buphaei in one of bis cartoons beside tbe face of a wretch put tbe face of a happy and innocent ohild. And so tbe sour face of this irascible and disgusted elder brother 1s brought out in. order that iu tbe contrast we might better understand the forgiving and radiant fuce of God. That is the meaning of it—that God Is ready to tako back anybody that Is sorry, to take blm clear back, to take him back forever and forever and forever, to tnke him buck with a loving hug, to put a kiss ou Ills parched lip, a ring on ills bloated hand, au easy shoe ou bis chafed foot, a garland ou his bleeding temples and heaven lu his soul. Ob, I fail flat ou that mercy! Come, my brother, aud let us get down Into the dust, resolved never to rise until the Father's forgiving baud shall lift us. Oh, whut a God wo havel Bring your doxoiogies. Come, earth aud heaven, mid join iu the worship. Cry aloud. Lift the pulin branches. Do you not feel the Futher's arm around your neck? Do you not feel the warm breath of your Futhor against your cheek? Surreuder, younger son! Surreuder, elder son! Surrender, all! Go In to-day aud sit dowu ut the ban quet. Take a slice of tbe fatted calf, and afterward, when yju ure seined, with oue band lu the hand ot tho returned brother and ttie other hand in the hand of tho re joicing father, let your heart beat time to tho clapplag of the cymbal ufid the mellow voice of the flute. It ismeet that wesbould make merry ami bo glad, for tills, thy brother, was dead aud is alive again, lie xw lost und found. THE GREAT DESTROYED SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. The Pitiful Tale or William Brown—Few Countries Show iWoru Iteconl For De bauchery. Impoverishment and Crime Resulting From Drink Than Does Cuba He was ft man,was neighbor William Brown, Ttiat nearly everybody liked, and liked bim well. [ am sale to say, there was not another man in town, (And It's the common, barest truth I toll,) Thut had as much respect always shown to him as he, And it wasn't pushed nor forced, but just catne naoh'eiy. Old folks liked him just the same a« yotin?. And bnble&'d cry to have bim take tbeni up, And ho had more friends, and good ones too, among The children, and the onlikiiest cur, 01 pup - Whether man or dog—no odd 3 bow low ot mean Would And bim out, like he was their deen, lie never oould say "no" when no would make Some one feel bad, and "yes" make them fnel good, And all kinds of kindest things he'd under take; And it was pretty generally known uud understood, If he was asked, he'd give away his coat. And bat, lend a man money, urgo upon ids note. Ho married just the nicest girl around. And be»t off too—her father kept a store— The folks they all was glad, for no one con Id be found We thought too good for him, and what was more. She thought the same, and bejust thought that she Could not IJO perfecter, no odds what she might be. Now from this on, the heft there Is to sav. Will not nowise be new nor startling, like some things, lie drank u toast upon Ills wedding day— Strange what results u seeming trifle brings; The bride held up her glass with hand as white as snow And bado him drink to her, he could not answer "No." And somehow that one drink changed the whole world to him. lust seemed like some wild beast was wakened up; it was known before this time, that from principle or whim, He had never tasted wine, and this lirst awful cup Was given him by one who loved him last and best. And be loved her the same—better than all the rest. From that big wedding day—(we ail had an Invite) Things never went as they had gone be fore. He lost in that one glass all sense o! good and right. Of rectitude of life, and the things he'd set a store By when he was William Brown, now counted, so vou'd tbiuk, Far less to bim, than one good rousin' drink. They both are living yet—she with a broken heart; He with the wasted years to haunt him day and night. Loyal as love can be, she knows the cruel part t Unwittingly she played; and with tears to blind tier sight | Sbo prays her sobbing ;prayer, a broken hearted wife, i He goes his maudlin way—a wasted ruined life. —S. B. McMuuus. In Ram's Hum. Url>l(ln( In Havana. I do not know how it happen", but a 1 great many American writers, some bign in authority, have said they nave not oo served drunkenness here, writes t lie Havana correspondent of the Chicago Rec ord. It is difficult for me to understand this, in the face of an almost dally observa tion of intoxication. Havana is a place of cafes. It Is astonishing how large a pro portion of the people of this city eat at restaurants. As in Paris, many of these cafes are open—almost on the sidewalk. None of them are behind cioso.l doors, windows or screens. It seems that Havana must have more of them in proportion to Its population than has the capital ot France. Most of them have tbelr bar at tachment. The bftrs of Havana ure the "bottle-houses" of old countries—not the mirrored bars of the State. All the"green goods" in the place are exposed to view on shelves behiud the counter. Except in American bars tbere is no drinking from bottles benenth the counter, and very lit tle mixing of drinks. Wlues are the 'com mon drink ot the country, as lu Italy, France and some parts of Germany. Most of the wines are pure Spanish bottled goods, though some are bottled here. The patrons of these cafes drink their wines und coffee freely and indiscrimin ately. They usually eat when they drink, tarrying at the table In conversation a good while at a time, and consequently street drunkenness is nat observed in any fair proportion to the amount of drinking done. This, perhaps, gives some color to the statement regarding the absence ot drunkenness. But many do get drunk just the same, often "drunk and down," more often drunk am! Putin a cab to be taken home to sleep it off. Whisky is not as commonly used as In tbe States and otber colder countries, and the immediate stimulating effects of lighter drinks are not to be compared witn those experienced by whisky drinkers. The whisky drluker beingmore noisy and eiuberant, bis con duct is likely to attract more attention. But In no wine-drinking country tliat I have ever visited have I seeu as much cafe drunkenness, as much blear-eyedncss, nutl as much street reeling us right here in non whUky using Havana. Tbero are Ameri cans now on this island, who are bad enough In drink habits, and whc attract a great deal of unfavorable attention wuen drinking. But I doubt if any otber couu try under the sun, so nearly poverty stricken as this is, can show a worse record for drinking, debauchery, impoverishment and crime from liquors of one sort ami an other. '1 he drinkers makeup in tbe quan tity tbey consume what difference there is In quality between whisky and wine. Temperance Education Bill. The ladies of the W. C. T. U. of Virginia have at last boen successful In securing the passage by the Legislature of a bill requir ing that the effects of ulcohol and oilier narcotics on the human system be taught in every public sobool in the State. The Crusade in Brief. Health is the workingman's capilal. In dulgence in strong drink destroys this cup- One of the leading dally papers In Frnnce, Le Temps, culls for a reduction in tho nutu ber ot saloons in thnt country. The dozen policemen In South Bethle. hem, Penn., aro wearing total abstlneuc* buttons, that beinft one result of a temper ance revival in the town. A New Jersey man won a bet tho ntliet day by drinking a quart ot whisky witliuul stopping. Unfortunately, however, tlitf amount won was not large enough to pay h.U funeral expenses. »—<-