The Paper on My Nursery Wall The paper on my nursery wall Shows meadows bright and green; A narrow, winding road runs on The little hills between. "here, crook in hand, roa.ns sad Bo-p2ep, Trying so hard to find her sheep! i wish that she could turn and look Around the nursery wall She'd find them then, as plain as day, Waiting to hear her call! It's mean she cannot understand Her sheep are there, so near at hand! At night IL lie.in bed and think How jolly it would be . If she could only turn her head As easily as me; Then, while I'm thinking of Bo-Peep, 1 generally go fast asleep! —From Lippincott’s. Fish Do Not Hear, Much controversy has taken place on the question of the sense of hear- ing in fish, and many experiments have been tried with a view of set- tling it. -Some of the latest of these are those of which M. Marage has given an account in the Paris Comptes Rendus. The fish experi- mented with were carp, tench, pike, eel and others, and the author finds no evidence of a sense of hearing. Sounds were transmitted into the wa- ter close to the fish with an energy capable of affecting deaf mutes. No effect was produced on the fish.— Forest and Stream. The Strength of a Cat. The cat is, for its size, one of the strongest animals. Dr. Huidekoper, who made a special study of feline anatomy, commented on the large and powerful muscles which are at- tached to the cat's bones and which form a comrlete system of springs and levers. Muscles again enable the cat to withdraw its claws under the protecting pads which prevent the claws receiving injury when not in use, says Home Notes. The shoulder blade, arm and fore- arm of the cat lie at what is termed “close angles,” and the jumps which the cat can take at such enormous distances are due to the great power in the closed angles of the joints. Burial at Sea. Can the relatives of a person who dies on a ship at sea prevent the bu- rial taking place at sea? This is a question which is about to arise in a concrete form in America. It ap- pears that the wife of Dr. Chalmers Prentice of Chicago, died on the North German Lloyd liner Konigen Luise soon after the steamer left Gib- ralter, and her body, as is alleged, was buried at sea, in spite of the protests of her daughter, says Home Chat. Dr. Prentice has commenced an ac- tion for damages against the com- pany. Our English law books and re- ports, the British Medical Journal points out, are silent upon the ques- tion whether the captain of a ship has an absolute discretion in this matter. it has probably not arisen before. The Hairless Dog. The Chihuahua dog, which as late as 25 years ago, was commonly to be found in Mexico, is rapidly becoming extinct. It is a curious little creature, popularly supposed to be a cross be- tween the prairie dog and the jack rabbit. The animal resembles a small dog. Its weight is sometimes not more than a pound and a half, and it has a disproportionately large head, bulging eyes, and long ears. The _hair is usually scanty, showing the pink skin underneath, and from this «characteristic it has been known as the Mexican hairless dog. They sel- dom show the usual dog traits of sa- gacious and intelligent attachment. It is now difficult to find in Mexico a purely bred Chihuahua dog, and those that are found are often sold at prices ranging from $100 upward. Even in Chihuahua these dogs are rare. A few specimens sold in Mexico City re- cently are said to have been speci- mens of the true breed.—Argonaut. The Mosquito and the Fly. “Pll wager,” said the mosquito to the fly, “that I can make a person more uncomfortable than you can. You do a lot of buzzing, but you fly away at the raising of the hand.” “So do you,” snapped the fly. “Of course; but I bite the hand first; there’s something very tooth- some in the fat rart of the hand.” “You're a cannibal,” said the fly. “I don’t like human flesh except on rare occasions. But, come, since you wa- ger, I'll try with you. Where shall we fight it out?” “There are two children playing in the garden,” said the mosquito. “You tease the girl on her cheek and I'll go for the boy. I can give you two in the game and beat you. Come on.” “Quch!” cried the boy. “That was a fearful bite,” and he slapped his cheek. “Are you sure it's a mesquito? There's a fly bothering me,” said the girl. “Thunderation!” cried the boy. “What a nip that was! I don’t believe it’s a mosquito.” “Maybe it’s a fly,” repeated the girl. “There's one driving me mad!” “Ow-wow!”’ rcared the boy, and he slapped his cheek so hard that his hand tingled, but he looked at it with an exclamation of delight. “I've killed him!” The fly stopped buzzing and looked around. There lay his former com- panion, as flat as a pancake, on the ”» boy’s hand, the life crushed out of him. The fly glanced at the boy's cheek. It was red and swollen; the girl's cheek was as fresh and fair as when he first alighted on it. “Alas!” he cried, shaking his head. “my poor friend has won his bet, but he’s paid a high price for victory. I must go back to my honey pot. I feel weak.” And he flew away, still shaking his head.—Washington Star. Animal Mud Bathers. Animals when wild constantly die a lingering death from injury to the skin, whether caused, as usually hap- pens in tropical countries, by wounds aggravated by insects or by cutane- ous disease; hence the pains which they take in making their toilet and in the use and selection of “cosmet- ics.” Among birds the salt water spe- cies often seek fresh water to wash in, different land birds choose differ- ent earths in which to dust and also wash in water, and nearly every trop- ical animal, including the tiger, bathes either in water or in mud. Per- haps the best known mud bathers are the wild boar, the water buffalo and the elephant. immense advantage over all other an- imals in the use of its trunk for dress- ing: wounds. It is at once a syringe, a powdering puff and a hand. Water, mud and dust are the main “applications” used, though it some- times covers a sun scorched back with grass or leaves. “Wounded elephants,” writes Sir Samuel ‘Baker, “have a marvellcus power of recov- ery when in their wild state, although they have no gifts of surgical knowl- edge, their simple system being con- fined to plastering their wounds with mud or blowing dust upon the sur- face. Dust and mud comprise the en- tire pharmacopoeia of the elephant, and this is applied upon the most tri- vial as well as upon the most seri- ous occasicns. I have seen them, when in a tank, plaster up a bullet wound with mud taken from the bot- tom.’ —London Spectator. Expert Young Riders. One of the prettiest sights of Cen- tral Park is to see the children mount their ponies, either at the Plaza Square entrance or at the Tth ave- nue bridle path. The start is never accomplished without much petting and sugar giving, which the ponies expect and apparently enjoy, and it ail makes a very pretty and interest- ing picture. The roads at Tuxedo, Cedarhurst and Newport, too, are brightened by merry groups of chil- dren riding gayly along, either with riding master or grooms. For riding is one of the favorite pastimes of the children of the rich, and it is such a splendid exercise that parents who can afford it generally sce that their children are initiated into its myster- ies just as soon as they are big enough to handle a pony. Not only is riding the best possible exercise for developing the body, but it de- velops courage and intelligence as well. The horseback rider must be able to think aad act quickly. The mind must he aiert for every little detail along the road, acd all these signs must be stored away for future use. The child's first attempts at riding are made under the instruction of some fully competent person, for to learn at the outset to sit correctly and hold the reins Yroperly is all im- portant. One of the greatest physical benefits of riding is perfect poise of body, but tkis only results from rid- ing properly. The litile giris are usualy taught to ride astride instead of on the side saddle. They _ wear divided skirts ard have their boos and puttees just like their small brothers. ¢ Happy indeed are these little folk who grow up in the saddle, and it is no wonder that many of them become beautiful and expert riders at a very early age. Lorillard Taylor displays wonderful daring and mastery for one so young and diminutive. Miss Flora Whitney, whose mother, as Gertrude Vanderbilt, was an excellent eques- trienne, is one of the prettiest sights to be seen on her morning rides at Newport during the entire season. Belmont Tiffany's son George, who, like the Alexandre children, “spends his summers at. Staten Island, rides fearlessly and well, and with the little Alexandres he has many happy hours riding along the lovely country roads, with watchful grooms never very far behind.—New York Tribune. An Austrian Decoration. The most prized decoration in Aus- tria corresponds to the British Victor- ia Cross and its value arises from the rigorous ccnditions for obtaining it and the fidelity with which they have been observed. It is known as the Maria Theresa Cross, and a few days ago there occurred the 150th anniver- sary of its foundation. Since that time there nave been only 833 recip- ients. “It shall be an inviolable rule,” says the foundation statute, “that no person, whoever he may be, shall be admitted to the order for any other consideration than long service or wounds received before the enemy, «nd not for any reasons of birth, fa- vor or influence.” “We ourselves join hands on this subject,” ads the Empress founder. The recipients of the cross are ennobled ipso facto.— London Globe. The latter has an’ THE REV~ pY (RAW. HENDERSON Yo Subject: Hypocrisy. Brooklyn, N. Y.—Preaching at the Irving Square Presbyterian Church, Hamburg avenue and Wierfield street, on the above theme, the Rev. Wemmell Henderson,. pastor, said: The subject reflects a feature of life that is as real and general as it is unfortunate and reprehensible. For hypocrisy—that is to say, the assumption of that which we are not, or the uncandor of inconsistency—is a prevelant and pernicious factor in life. It is present everywhere. But nowhere is it more pernicious than in our own midst. America is beset with the vice of hypocrisy. And it is especially unfor- tunate that it is so. For the position of this country in the front rank of the nations and of progress makes it insistently necessary that we shall have candor as we consider ourselves and that we shall not arrogate to ourselves any characteristics or vir- tues that are not of the bone and sinew. of our national life. For in- sincerity is as fatal to a nation as to an individual. He lives best who is’ genuine. Not otherwise is it with a nation. Generally when we speak of hypoc- risy we conceive the portraits of the men who lead dual lives, of false- faced friends, of the insincere habit- ues of an Insincere society. They are truly to be condemned. Their ex- ample is a warning. But they are not the offenders of whom most I would speak to you to- day. For the hypocrisies of individ- uals are co-terminous with death so far as this world is concerned. The hypocrisies of nations however, by virtue of the constitution of society, have a tendency to perpetuate them- selves and to become in a larger sense most lasting and pernicious. It is because of the tendency of national hypocrisies to be, in a way, sélf-perpetuating that I would, this morning, have you attend to the hy- pocrisy of America. Because our national hypocrisies are to some de- gree unconscious they are the less to be excused and they are more to be feared. : The subject is not pleasant. It is not over nice to admit that as a na- tion we are hypocritical. We may wish the truth were otherwise. But the truth has a very peculiar fashion of remaining fixed and constant re- gardless of our desires or our dreams. America is hypocritical. And we are hypocritical socially, government- ally, intellectually, morally and spir- itually. The counts are many but we shall have to admit their validity. And they are true despite the un- questioned supremacy of our people in many fields of national endeavor and success that constitute the great- ness of a people. America is hypocritical in her so- cial relationships. Jack London in a recent story tells a weird and grue- some tale of how he witnessed as a tramp the flogging in most merciless fashion of two unruly gypsy boys by the leader of a gypsy camp. The story is horrifying in that it reveals the ex- istence of such cruel inhumanity in the midst of a civilized society even in a gypsy camp. Our eyes fill with tears and our blood runs hot with in- dignation as we read of such unphil- osophical and unscientific manage- ment of children. We can understand such conditions as they exist among among the chill snows and under the benighted civilization of Russia. But here they appeal, even though they are infrequent. But while our pulses beat faster over the sins of a gypsy camp we are strangely unresponsive to the piercing wails of the multi- tudes of our own children—no, not our own—to the wails of the multi- tudes of our neighbors’ children, who, day by day, in a land of freedom and Christian enlightenment, are crushed in the mechanism of our modern commercial system. We have ears and hearts and ready hands to help the misery of the Chinaman who éries out against the greed of “most Christian England” as she forces the the curse of opium upon an unwilling nation. But we seem hardly to hear the call of the throngs whose lives in America are wrecked because of the unholy traffic in alcoholic bever- ages that to-day .is permitted to exist by and with the consent and suffrage of the adult membership of the Church of Jesus Christ. And just so long as we mourn over gypsies and wax indignant over the wickedness of the English people, the while we wax our ears against the call of our chil- dren in the homeland for help and a chance to live as God meant they should we are, to say the least, so- cially hypocritical. And no man may deny the count. America is nypocritical .n her atti- tude toward government. It Is the fashion to declaim about the vices of Babylon, the rottenness of ancient Rome, the sins of Philip the second, the crimes of modern Russia, the ra- pacity of European nations. We are astounded that the civil corruption of any nation could be so totally in- decent as to consign sailors to be sent to death inside of ill-equipped and still more illy handled men of war. We thank God that we do not live under an autocracy that is as con- scienceless and as villainous as that which holds the reins of Russian gov- ernment. And yet, wide-awake as we are to the criminalities of the bureau- cratic government of the Russian Czar, we dre but half-awake to the realities of the existing corruption all around us. For the fact is that in the face of our history, our inheritance, our opportunities, our Christian in- fluences, we are a sorry spectacle to the nations. We glory that we have no autocracy of birth. But by our own consent we have allowed to reign over us as greedy a set of political pirates as ever sunk a ship. Their only distinction is that they are able to fool most of the people most of the time. The governmental condi- tions existant in nearly every hamlet ‘honest and prosper. [and city in the United States of Amer- {ca are so absolutely disgraceful that we ought to be ashamed. Our polit- {cal dictators, with few, and they lus- trous, exceptions, do as they please with the sublimest self-confidence im- | aginable. And so grieved over the examples of govern- mental maladministration, ancient and modern, with which we are fa- miliar, and refuse to secure the puri- fication of our own political affairs, and neglect to procure the political execution of our peclitical thugs aud thieves and highbinders, whom we have allowed to reign over us, we are hypocritical in our assumption of gov- ernmental virtue. And no man may deny the count. America is hypocritical intellectnal- ly. We rejoice in the heritage of in- tellectual freedom which is ours. We give God praise that a man may think his thoughts after God here without regard to any man. We regret that China has reverenced the past, that the church in ages gone refused to allow the liberty of private judgnient. We pride ourselves upon the oppor- tunity for freedom of thought that is guaranteed to every man Who breathes our air. But, what do we do with the man who dares to exercise his prerogatives? What do we, the descendants of the men who mobbed Garrison, who ridiculed the scientific geniuses of a scant generation ago? We are as impervious to a new thought as any nation under heaven. We prate about progress and we maintain the status quo. We want no new thought until ‘it has become old. With our refinements of cruelty we attempt to still forever the activ- ities of those who would follow the gleam ov the truth of God, who would lead us ahead and up. And just so long as we talk freedom of thought, and regret the lack of it in other lands, while we have a scant attention for the prophets of the living God whose minds are illumined by the glory of His truth, we are intellec- tually hypocrites. And no man may deny the count. Then, too, we are moral hypocrites. How shocked we are at the Moham- medan system of divorce, and the curse of opium to the integrity of Chinese civilization, and the vicious customs of English barroom, and the free-love of a certain sort of Social- sm! But how shocked are we over the “consecutive” polygamy polyandry that exists under long as we are | HOME To Keep Milk. Place the milk in a vessel and put it over a quick fire; watch closely; \ when too hot to retain the naked fin- / ger, take off. Uut in fruit jar, cover tightly, and chill by putting jar in cold water, and change water until the milk is thoroughly chilled. Will keep two cr three days—New York Journal. Ironing Gloves. Every woman who has ever put a warm iron on silk knows the effect is a disastrous one, yet seams must be pressed flat. : Accomplished tailors and dressmak- ers obtain the desired. result by pass- ing the open seam over the edge of an iron which is just warm enough to leave it flat. : Such treatment does not involve any sericus amount of labor, while it leaves the silk unharmed. If the gar- ment is a large one it can sometimes be held taut by two persons, while a third passes the point of the iron over the seams.—New York American. Home-Made Portieres. Beautiful Bagdad curtains may be easily fashioned at home for use in the library or den. They are made as follows; Take burlap the desired shade, 40 inches wide, for the foundation. Divide by basting threads into five equal length- wise parts. Cross-stitch each strip over four threads of burlap, with a different color of Germantown yarn. Cream, terra cotta, blue, brick-red, and nile green are all effective shades to use for this purpose. Hang the. portieres from a dead black pole, with rings to correspond. These curtains need no lining, and are just as satisfactory as real Bag- | dad, and when cost is considered, more | | and | the | loose sanctions of our legal systems? | How shocked are we by the spectacle | of our boys and girls, our men and | women, deadened with drink; forced to immorality by the social conditions | that we permit? How shocked we are lest perhaps our children should be questionable sources so.—Pittsburg Press. Strengthen Carpet Edges. When carpets are made at home they will last much longer if the edg- es are strengthened properly. These are bound to ravel the first time the | carpet goes through its annual beat- | ing unless they have been sewed firm- told that which they will learn from | oo Loos they faye : if we do not | guarantee them timely and proper | information! we deplore the moral sins of other | peoples and neglect to attend prop- erly to the conservation of our own morals, we are hypocritical. And no man may deny the count. ceptions of things look with wonder religious. | in upon the inconsistency that is appar- ent between the noblest books of Eastern religions and the manner of life among the devotees of those re- ligions systems. We do not exalt God by the sharpened scimitar. We do not roll under Juggernaut. do not provide money and food at the We | side of the graves of the departed. | We do not let cur nails grow for a life-time in order to glorify Almighty | God. do these. But what do we do? we prociaim Jesus Prince while we proclaim peace a fantasy and exalt the doctrine that the way to ensure peace is to go well armed. Why, We have more sense than to | 2 | bard of ‘Peaca | And just so long as | Pet lv. After the breadths of the new car- have been sewed together take a needle threaded with strong linen thread and overcast the carpet—not the ordinary way. Begin at the edge and take two or three stitches 2 Si] os % | down into the carpet, as if to darn it. America is hypocritical in her con- | 2H We | and astonishment | Then take the same number of stitch: es back in a slanting direction. When vou go to the edge again bring the thread over it and run the needle through the carpet from the under side. This process is a combination. —Washington Star. Care of a Bath Room. The bathroom should have special attention daily, and once a week a thorough cleaning. The floor should be of tiles, or of wood stained or painted. Of course, there should be a ruz or two. The Japanese cotton rug is pretty and | cheap. We magnify the philosophy that says | “turn to him thy other cheek.” we keep our gloves on. that “righteousness exalteth.” But we acknowledge, as practical men, that it is impracticable to be strictly We acclaim the eternal necessity for an exact con- currence of thought and speech, word and deed, look and action. But | We believe | But we | send our Bibles to China packed be- | side a hold of beer. We assimilate the Indians by the efficient force of arms. We civilize the Philippines by way of Milwaukee. We sing, “Un.o Thee, O God, be riches,” but we main- tain a large proportion of the churches of the living Christ in this land by such devious and precarious methods as would put a heathen to shame. And so long as we scoff at the inconsistencies of foreign relig- ious systems and are satisfied, with a false optimism, to congratulate our own with all its incongruities, we are hypocritical. And no man may deny the count. And all this is to say that we should, with no spirit of mere carp- | ing criticism; look over this land of ours as patriotic Americans. For upon our candor and our sincerity depend our success, our power, our future. The American nation illumined and sanctified by the truth as it is in Jesus Christ will be invincible. We must not deceive ourselves. We must be honest. Let us be courageous. Let us cease to be hypocritical. Let us turn on the light. A Prayer For Our Nation. Almighty God, who in former times didst lead our fathers forth into a wealthy place; give Thy grace, we humbly beseech Thee, to us their children, that we may prove ourselves a people mindful of Thy favor, and glad to do Thy will. Bless our land with honorable in- dustry, sound learning and pure man- ners. Defend our liberties, preserve our unity. Save us from violence, discord and confusion, from pride and arrogance, and from every evil way. Fashion into one happy family the multitudes brought hither out of many kindreds and tongues. Endue with the spirit of wisdom those whom we entrust in Thy Name with the authority of governance, to the end that there be peace at home, and that we keep a place among the nations of the earth. In the time of prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness; and in the Thee to fail; all of which we ask for Jesus Christ’s sake. Amen. A Striking Thought. Until Christianity shows a strong- | er grip on Christians it only plays tag | with the world. | cles. morning the wash basin should be washed clean, as well as the bowl in the closet. Then the bathtub should be washed and wiped dry. Dust the room and put the damp towels in a place where they will dry before “being put in the hamper. Once a week give the room a thor- ough cleaning. Wash the toilet arti- Wash all the marble with soap and water, and if there be any spots, that are not easily removed, put a little sandsoap on the wash cloth and rub the spot well. fz Rub the bathtub with whiting, wet with ammonia, then wash with plenty of hot water and wipe dry. Never use for the bathtub sandsoap or any substance that will scratch un- less it be a porcelain tub, in which case no harm will be done. Clean the faucets with whiting. Take a longthandled boot buttoner and draw from the waste pipe the bits of lint that have gathered there. —New York Mail. Every Recipes. Beet Relish.—One quart of cooked, chopped beets; one quart of raw, chopped cabbage; one-half teacupful of horseradish; two teacupfuls of su- gar; one tablespoon of salt; vinegar to moisten thoroughly. Chocolate Fudge.—Two cups sugar, one cup milk, one-fourth bar choco- late; mix together and cook until a spoonful dropped into cold water can be rolled into a soft ball. Take from the stove and put aside to cool When cold beat with a spoon until it becomes thick; turn out on a mould- ing board and knead like dough until soft and creamy. Cut into squares. * Vanilla Sponge.—Put one pint of milk in a double boiler, let come to a boil; separate 4 egss, beat yolks and 5 tablespoons of sugar until light; 1-2 box gelatine soaked in a little water, vanilla to taste. Add gelatine to ilk, sugar and egg, stirrin all of the time. Beat whites of egs stiff, stir into other ingrediens slowly; set on ice to cool; when hard serve with whipped cream. | one cup of sugar, aE j ter; day of trouble, suffer not our trust in | | and smooth. | for a Pie.—Two lemons, two cups of cold wa- add one and one-haif tablespoons boil together until thick Take from fire and cool minute, adding the well-beaten volks of three eggs. Beat all togeth- er well. Have the pie crust baked, add the mixture, then the well-beaten whites of three egss, with a little su- Lemon Cream cornstarch, | gar, and set in the oven to brown. | =» - France, A CONTRAST. Wadges and Expenses America and France. Monsieur Benoist affirms that there are a great number of working-girls in Paris who earn less than fifty cents a day, and who live on this without ask- ing help from any one. To be sure, these are the more unfortunate mems- bers, and there are skilful workers in the sewing room who earn as much as eighty cents a day; but it is the hum- blest among the humble who are the most interesting. It will be protested, no doubt, that there is the same difference between wages and expenses in America as in and that therefore, the pro- portions remaining the same, the situa- tion does not alter. This I can with some authority contradict, for the ‘opinon of men like M. Jules Siegfried, who have studied the wage question in both countries, confirms what chanced to be my own personal experience; the laborer in America makes double what he does in France, and spends only a fraction more. In my debuts as a fac- tory girl I never was offered less than 75 cents a day, or four dollars and a half a week, for unskilled work. I never paid more than three dollars a week for board, lodgings, heat, light, and washing. This left a balance of one dollar and a half a week for clothes, carfare, “pin money,” and savings, at the very outset, and after a week or ten days’ practice I was able to learn regularly six to six and a half dollars a week. The skilled “hands” in the mills where I worked gained on piecework on average of $10 a week. What, indeed, we must ask our- selves, can be the consolation of a girl of 18—perhaps even younger—alone in Paris, starting at a salary of 50 cents a day, with little hope of gaining more? Those whose horizon is hemmed in by the narrow confines of the ma- terial world will find no temptation to speculate regarding the inward joys of a poor creature who subsists on 13 cents a day! Those, on the other hand, who do not live by bread alone, will understand. First of all, there is ‘he moral satisfaction of sufficing hon- cetly to oneself, without making upon cihers demands which they might find it difficult to meet, or without taking from any one what might have to be repaid at a cost too dear. Then there is the great consolation—or torment, as the case may be—at all events, the absorbing, masterful, distracting pre- occupation: love! Without the wings of Cupid to lift her into the clouds, the little ouvriere’s burden would crush her too heavily to earth.—Mrs. John Van Vorst in Lippincott’s. Women's in QUAINT AND CURIOUS. Cotton growing in Peru dates back beyond the tmie of the Spanish con- quest. Rock temples at Ipsampool on the Nile are believed to be the world’s oldest architectural ruins. extreme old are those who exer- - gardening than Instances of age more common among cise themselves with in any other employment. The diamond is not among he ear- liest gems known to mah. It has not been found in the ruins of Ninevah, in the Etruscan sepulchres, nor in the tombs of the Phoenicians. What New York city flat dweller misses is illustrated by what a re- cent Harlemite remarked when speak- ing of his new suburban home. “What I enjoy most,” he said, “are the porch, cellar and attic.” In a discusion in the House of Par- liament relative to the danger of cor- dite Mr. Haldane said that he had a walking stick made of this explosive which he had often carried into the cloakroom of Parliament. An Iowa exchange records that Charles Blank of Des Moines in an ef- fort to secure money to send to his sick wife, who is in Chicago, laid two gold teeth and a wooden leg upon the counter of a local pawnbroker and begged for a loan. Father Erasmus Hering, the world’s greatest linguist, died recently at Landeshut Monastery, in Germany, at the age of 79., He has been a monk in the mqnastery for more than 50 years, and he had absolute command of 33 ancient and modern languages. The Circassians, who live in the northwestern part of the Caucasus, and “who think it is more honorable to live by plunder than by industry, make it a custom to bring their daugh- ters up to be sold as slaves to the Turks and Persians. Circassian beau- ties, therefore, shine not in their na- tive land, but in the harems of the Orient. Lord John Russell, when on a visit to Queen Victoria at Balmoral, asked Her Majesty's own piper to have some one play in his‘ presence. “What kind of piper do you want?” asked the man. “Just such another as your- self,” said the English statesman. Drawing himself up, the musician said, grandly: “There's plenty o’ lords like yoursel’, but very few pipers like me.” Ugly Appendages. “Hastn't Woodby got his coat-of- arms vet? Why, he told me he was going to look up his ancestry the first chance he got, and—" “well, 1 believe he got a chance to look up his family tree, but he saw sonie things hanging to the branches that discouraged further research.”— Catholic Standard and Times.
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