THE SILENT LAND. Into the Silent Land! Ah I who shall lead us thither? Clouds in tho evening sky more darkly gather. And shattered wrecks lie thickly on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither. Into the Silent Land? Into the Silent Land! To you, ye boundless regions Of all perfection, tender morning visions Of beauteous souls, the future pledge and band. Who in life's battle firm doth stand, fchall bear hope's tender blossoms Into the Silent Land! O Land! O Land! For all the broken hearted, The mildest herald by our fate allotted Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of tho great departed. Into the Silent Land! —•Every Other Saturday. THE TIIKEE SONS. Tho house was to all appearances un tenanted. There was not a sign of life visible from without, but in one of the magnificent rooms overlooking the Rue do Vaennes sat three men anxiously awaiting the result of tho consultation which was then taking place to know if there was the slightest hope not for the recovery, but for the prolongation of the of Gabrielle Anne Sophie, dowager Marquis de Guebrianges, their mother. The oldest gentleman, the marquis, was tall and thin. He might have been 30 years old, but his ago was difficult to guess, his face being so utterly devoid of expression. His few remaining hairs did their best to disguise their scarcity, but in spite of their well meant efforts it was distinctly visible that this "glass of fashion" was bald. The marquis was a cold, heartless man, in whom none could feol the slightest confidence; he was egotistical to the last degree, with no superior intelligence to palliate his overwhelming selfishness. The second son, Count Rene, was quite different. Full of life, with frank blue eyes that looked a man full in tho face and a smile as winning and a naturo as expansive as the marquis was reserved and repellent, ho seemed to be of a dif ferent race, and his restless energy and keen intelligence had shocked the old marchioness and driven the late Marquis Hercule de Guerbrianges to the verge of distraction. "Reno is quite unlike the rest of the family," he often said, with a sigh. "I wonder from whom he inherits his disposition. Perhaps from your side of the house, marchioness; certainly not from mine." The youngest son, the vicomte, was just 20, but his wrinkled face and bent figure made him look much older. He was one of those old young men who are so frequently met nowadays and so painful to see, who appear to be a growth peculiar to this end of the cen tury. At last the door opened, and the men of science stepped softly across the threshold. Tho famous specialists who liad been summoned at tho last moment began a long account of the case couched in terms which, though doubtless intel ligible to his colleagues, conveyed no ' meaning at all to the young men. At last he came to tho point, and with trembling voice and tearful eyes told them to prepare for the worst. Tho old lady was sinking rapidly. Then tho phy sicians withdrew, and the brothers heard the old doctor invito his comrades to the theater in a voice which did not tremble, and, to judge by his cheerful tones, the j tears were very far from his eyes in deed. "Old hypocrite!" thought Count Rene. The others thought nothing at all. The three' sons entered the darkened room and stood around tho bedside of the dying woman. The marquis asked her if sho was suf fering. She shook her head. There sho lay, just alive, and nothing more. Sho seemed to realize what a slender hold sho had upon life and to try and economize her little remaining breath, for she did not utter a word, and the blue eyes, so like her second son's, gazed wistfully upon her children, and two tears—the last sho would ever shed—rolled slowly down her withered cheeks. What a life hers had been! Full of the pomps and vanities of this world, brilliant and enviable without, but in re ality one long martyrdom. She thought of all she had endured for her boys'sake, of the insults, of the neglect, even bru tality of the husband of her youth, and she wondered as she lay therG gasping her life away if half her punishment for her sins had not been meted out to her 011 earth. Instinctively, in this supremo momeut, she turned to Rene, for he was the only one of her sens who had ever shown her any real affection, and now she remembered how she had always .curbed his exuberant nature and received his caresses coldly enough and sent him away many a time with something very like tears in those bright blue eyes. She tried to extend her hand to him, but her Btrength failed her, and tho hand fell wearily to her side. "Do you know us, mother?" asked tho marquis. A low hissing sound issued from her jlips, and the men leaned over her to catch, if possible, the words she was try ing hard to frame. The vicomte stifled a cough with his handkerchief. The inarquie listened at tentively, but on these two faces there was no sign of emotion. They might have been at the bedside of the merest acquaintance, while Rene, poor fellow, felt a lump rise in his throat and the tears stream down his cheeks. This wom an was his mother, and she was dying. "My sons," gasped the woman. "I know that 1 am dying, and before I go to my last account I have a confession to make. Don't weep, Rene; keep your tears for a belter woman. God knows what you will think of me when you know all. I have been an unfaithful wife, and one of you has no right to the name he lu ars. It is—it is"— Here the voice die 1 away, and she sank back among her pi; lows. it .v s over, and one more soul had u >nc ' .0 the pre: mee of its Maker. The * brothers retired softly, and once in the t fdjoining room lootypd at each other apart. "Which could it be!" At last tho marquis spoke with more emotion than he had ever shown in the whole course of his self absorbed life. "Death has cut short the painful reve lation which has startled us all so terri bly, and I aqi sure you will both agree with me in what lam about to say. To the dead we will pledge ourselves, and no human being will suspect that in tho veins of one of us flows blood perhaps less proud than that of our mother's hus band. Before the world wo will continue our present relations, and in respect to llie dead we will pledge ourselves never to seek to elucidate this mystery. But we must part. Each must go his own way, for with this fearful doubt in our minds we could never live under tho Bame roof in harmony. "I, Jean, am the marquis; you, Reno, the count, and Francois the vicomte do Guebrianges. Thus the family name will remain intact, and tho world will never guess our dishonor. What do you think of my proposition?" "I think that you are right," said Rene. "You have expressed my own ideas ex actly, and I am sure that Francois is of my opinion. But there is something I must say in spite of the pain the very thought gives me, and I hope that you will not be hard upon me. I believe my mother referred to me. Listen to my reasons." His brothers started at his bold words, and like the loved gentleman he w r as the Count de Guebrianges proceeded to do what he considered to be his duty. "You, Jean," he continued, "are our mother's firstborn. You came into tho world the year after her marriage, so you are out of the question altogether." The marquis smiled. Of course he was out of the question. "You, Francois, were her pet—the one upon whom she lavished all her love. You were born only a few months after the death of our sis ter Bertha, who was tho pride of my mother's life and whom she has mourned literally in sackcloth and ashes for so many weary years. It would be an in sult to my sister's memory to cast a slur on you, while lam different. God help me! I first saw the light in a strange land. The late Marquis do Guebrianges was then embassador to St. Petersburg. My mother was very young, very beau tiful, fascinating and sorely neglected. Be lenient if she faltered in her duty. She was our mother, and she is dead. Her expiation has been long, and she has carried part of her secret with her to the world beyond the grave. lam con vinced that I am the stranger, and I feel that I am giving her the supreme proof of ray love and respect in telling you what I think to be the truth. Now, what am I to do?" Tho count turned from them and hid his face in his hands, while his whole frame shook with the emotion he could no longer control. It was not for himself, but tho woman who lay dead in tho next room liad been tho idol of his life, and he wept that she was no more. The marquis' voice, cold and contemptu ous, roused him. "My brother and I thank you for your frankness. To the world you will al ways remain the Count de Guebriangts, but you must go." "When will you leave?" "After the funeral," said Rene in sur prise, and looking up he met the cold, implacable gaze of his eldest brothor. By tacit consent they returned to the chamber of death anil reverently knelt beside the coucli whore tho marchioness reposed. Suddenly they sprang to their feet as sho slowly raised herself, and pointing to her eldest son gasped; "It is—it is Jean." Then she fell heavily back. She had only fainted before, but this time she was dead indeed. Rene said nothing, but his strong arms encircled his brother's tottering form, and in after years his true heart never wavered in his affection for his brother, nor in his respect and devotion for tho dear martyr whoso last breath had been his vindication.—From tho French of Henri Lavedan in New York Journal. The Commercial Traveler. In some respects tho American com mercial traveler is a potent influence. He carries with him the latest city chit chat, and if ho bo a young man perhaps the latest slang or the newest funny story. It has been said that a noted American after dinner speaker depends largely 011 that class for his humorous stories. At all events, the commercial traveler has studied the art of pleasing, and he is a welcome figure at the dreary country hotels where be pauses for a lit tle time in his rapid flight through tho sections remote from city influences. In some resects 110 is an oraclo on mootod points, and his dictum on many phases of business or politics carries much weight.—Boston Advertiser. Climbing a Catlitnlral Tower. A most peculiar custom which has been preserved since the middle ages at Friburgen-Brisgau is that of climbing the cathedral tower upon the anniver sary of the birth of the reigning Duke of Baden. The tower is 400 feet high, and to scale it from tho ground to the apex is a very difficult performance, attended with great danger. It is done by climb ing from one projection to another, these being on the average one foot apart. A single false stop means death. To de scend is also 110 easy task. Each person who makes the climb and doscent safely receives 5 marks from the state and a ticket of admission to the annual dinner given in honor of that day.—Chicago Tribune. Doing Anything. A sharp boy struck a Jefferson aveuuo merchant the other morning for a job. "So you want to be an office boy, eh?" queried the merchant good naturedly. "Yes sir." "What can you do?" "Anything." "That's the same old answer," said the merchant. "Do you expect to get paid for doing anything?" "You bet I do," snapped the boy. "You don't expect me to do anything without pay, do you? That's what the other man expected, and I got out." The hoy took the job.—Detroit Free Press. PHYSIOGNOMY. Coarse hair always indicates coarse or ganization. Very full cheeks indicate groat digest ive powers. ' A projecting under lip shows malig nity and avarice. A small mouth, with nose and nostril also small, shows indecision and coward ice. A long, thick chin is commonly found only in persons of low mental organiza tion. A round, bullet head shows obstinacy, often combined with many petty mean nesses. A mouth that, when viewed in profile, turns up in a curve when smiling is a sign of frivolity. A small head does not necessarily mean little wit, the old adage to the con trary notwithstanding. A forehead rounded at the upper tem ples indicates largo imagination, mirth fulness and good nature. When the under part of the face, from the nose downward, is less than a third of the whole face, the indication is of stupidity. Prominent, arched eyebrows show great powers of perception in regard to form and color. All great painters had such brows. Finely arched foreheads are often seen on stupid persons. The deficiency is generally apparent in the scantiness of the eyebrows. Strongly projecting foreheads, which, in the upper part retreat to a marked degree, associated with a long under face, are certain indications of folly. Men of marked ability in any line have usually one deep, perpendicular wrinkle in the middle of the forehead, with one or two parallel to it 011 each side. Whenever, in laughing, three parallel curves are formed in the cheeks round the corners of the mouth, the indication is of silliness and stupidity.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. ODDS AND ENDS. St. Louis has an electric street railway mail car. No passengers are taken. Mail clerks sort the mail as they ride. California is greater in area than all the New England states, New York, New Jersey, Delaware and Maryland com bined. Tliero are 27,000 places for the sale of liquor in Paris, and throughout the re public there is one saloon for every 87 people. The Lanquedoc ship canal in France, by a short passage of 148 miles, saves a sea voyage of 2,000 miles by the straits of Gibraltar. A London confectioner says that he is sometimes called 011 to furnish wedding cakes weighing 1,000 pounds each and puddings of a size sufficient for 500 hearty appetites. The Chinese are shown by statistics to be longer lived than any other nation, which fact is attributed to their abstem ious habits and their remarkable free dom from phthisis, or pulmonary con sumption. To guard against poisoning, a law has been passed in Germany that all drugs intended for internal use must be put in round bottles, and those which are only used externally must bo placed in hex agonal bottles. FASHION'S FANCIES. Buttons to match accompany many of the new gimps and galloons for trim ming coats and costumes. The boat shaped hat in felt, with a col ored cloth crown and ostrich tips, is one of the successes of the season. The empire round waist, with belt fastened at the side by a buckle or ro sette, is growing in popularity. The openings of gowns are more deftly concealed than over before. A close and thorough search of some corsages fails to disclose tho fastenings. Velvet ribb< 1 galloons in both wide and nan lis are in great use for skirt bon.v reach to the kness from the lieni i. x d for decorating the corsages of directoire gowns. Bias cut double ruches of velvet, gath ered with heavy buttonhole twist twice through the center, trim the skirt hems, neck, front and wrists of fine wool, satin striped and plain or figured bengaline gowns. Worth is dressing all his devotees in empire stylo or that of Louis XV. Dou cet favors the quaint garb of 1880. La ferner's customers are being dressed in Henry II period costumes, and Morin- Blossier favors Louis XIV and directoire suits. AROUND THE THRONES. Tho sultan of Joharo has $10,000,000 in jewels. Queen Victoria was made colonel of a Prussian regiment of dragoons in 1889. Tho German empress, who is a clever artist all around, is particularly success ful with water colors. Carmen Sylva is a rapid worker, writ ing quickly with a fountain pen and tear ing off the finished sheets from the pad with almost feverish eagerness. Tho czar's son, Grand Duke George, has established a new astronomical ob servatory at Abastouman in Tiflis. A 9-incli refractor has boon mounted 1,893 feet above the sea. Bayaget I of Turkey was defeated and taken prisoner by Tamerlane, who locked him in an iron cage and carried him to and fro on various expeditions, finally putting him to death with circumstances of extreme cruelty. A Daring Woman In Thibet. Amateur photography is not in high favor in Thibet. The residents of Tar chendo were lately thrown into a great state of excitement by the arrival of a European woman with a camera. She made her appearance riding down the dirty, narrow, winding main street astride a diminutive pony, followed by her cav aliers clad in flannels and straw hats and seated on sorry mules. When she came to an imposing look ing building, the town house of the su perintendent, she dismounted and tried to set up her camera, but in vain. The crowd so harassed her that she found it impossible!- Then she endeavored to in duce somo native priests to have their portraits taken. But the very idea ter rified them, for they are the most ab jectly superstitious people in the world, and taking their picture means to their minds robbing them of their souls. But the artist's ambition had been fired by the knowledge that two years before an Englishman visiting the country had failed to take a single photograph, al though he had made several attempts. At length she got licr stand fixed in a corner of the courtyard, and her com panions having driven off the rabble she managed to eccuro a good view of the Buddhist temple. As she was moving off half a dozen fierce Thibetan dogs, let loose meanwhile, rushed up, seized her stUff with their teeth, wrested it away from her, and she was only saved from further molestation I>y her companions, who succeeded in keeping the dogs at bay and escorting her through the gate way. The scowling priests stood round like statues, draped in their crimson scarfs, and never moved a finger to call the dogs off or render assistance. —Buf- falo News. St. Peter ami the lioHton Woman. This is a story that was once told to St. Peter by a woman sitting outside his gate. He had objected to her ontering, although she had answered most of his questions straightforwardly nnd satis factorily enough. "I do not like," said St. Peter, surveying her critically, as doubtless was his duty under the cir cumstances, "I do not like that fretful pucker between tho brows. I do not liko that deep graved 'lino of mockery' that nms crescent wise from the nostril to the lips. Such lines are not popular over there," with a gesturo toward tho shining gate. "As a rule, we suggest to their owners a temporary sojourn where—well, where it's warm enough to insure their inciting out, so to speak," said St. Peter politely. The woman smiled wanly. "I know as well as you do," said she, "that thoso lines mean impatience auil fretfulness and ill temper and much unloveliness of tho sort that is not welcome beyond the white gate. But what I want to know is, Aro we judged by the lines alone, regard less of how we came by them? po we all fare alike—those of us who aro born fretful, who achieve fretfulness or who have fretfulness thrust upon thcmV" St. Peter resignedly settled himsolf for a col loquy. "This comos," ho murmured re sentfully under his breath, "of tho high er education of women! When they wero kept in their plucoH in tho lower world, they went to their places in this without boring a saint with argument!" —Boston Commonwealth. Where Women Often Fall. Tho private individual and the public official aro two separate and distinct in dividuals. Tho woman who stands upon the platform, or who speaks from tho floor of a convention, is tho representa tive of a principlo or an idea, and she is nothing more. It is of paramount im portance to her audionce and to the pre siding officer that her enunciation should bo distinct; that her views ho strongly, clearly and concisely presented; that her rhetoric and her grammar should attain tho highest standard of established usage. But her private idiosyncrasies, her physical infirmities, her tending to emo tion or hysteria, hear no rightful place or consideration in any piiaso of tho proceedings of a deliberative body. It is not worth while to resort to spectacu lar effects or melodramatic methods for tho purpose of emphasizing and making apparent distinctions of sex. No will bred, well dressed woman who speaks aud conducts herself with dignity and modesty will ever bo mistaken for other thau she is.—Chicago Inter Ocean. Musical Living Cheat*. A recent musical living chess tourna ment showed the kings and queens in gorgeous costumes—exact reproductions of the Tudor period. Tho kings were in crimson satin and gold and white and gold respectively, with gold crowns and scepters. The queens wore petticoats of gold brocade with court trains of white and of crimson. The bishops wero in white and red satin, with long copes and miters and bishop's crooks. The castles and pawns were in similar style, crimson and white with gold and silver caps. As a spectaclo living chess is more at tractive than living whist, the intricacies of the latter game not being so amenable to representation as those of the former. Slow, stately movement to minuet music is permissible at tho chess delineations, making a succession of beautiful ta bleaux entirely intelligible to the prog ress of the game. Actually to follow the play at a living whist game would take tho skill of Hoyle, Pole and Cavendish combined.—Her Point of View in New York Times. Bound to Come. Among the important subjects that will come before the Massachusetts leg islature is municipal suffrage for wom en. This is one of the measures about which the public mind is undergoing some, as yet, unregistered changes of opinion. Women read the newspapers. They are in .11 the schools, in the col leges as students, as professors, as col lege presidents. They carry on business to an extent undreamed of 20 years ago. They aro in all the professions. They form an intelligent portion of tho com munity. There is no reason why they should not bavo municipal suffrage, and every reason why they should.—Boston Transcript. GEMS IN VERSE. A Listening; Itird. i A Utile bird sat on an apple tree, Ami lie was as hoarse as bourse could be; i Ho pruned, and he prinked, and lie raffled his throat, ! Hut from it there floated no silvery note. "Not a song can I sing," sighed he, sighed he; "Not a song can I sing." sighed ho. j In tremulous showers the apple tree shed Its pinlc and white blossoms on his head; The gay sun shone, and, like jubilant words. He heard tho gay song of a thousand birds* "All tho others can sing," he dolefully said; "All the others can ting," ho said. So he sat, and he drooped. But as far and wide The music was borne on tho air's warm tide A sudden thought came to the sad little bird. And he lifted his head as within him it stirred. "If I cannot sing I can listen," ho cried; "Ho! ho! 1 can listen!"' he cried. - Julia C. R. Dorr. Sending in a Card. Say what ye will o' city ways, they ain't tho kind for me. I found that out the time I went a-visltin tersee My soil, who's doin bizuess in a block about the size O' the Alleghany mountains—er I can't believe my eyes. I thought I wouldn't write him I was comin, hut I'd make The trip all uuhekuownst tor him, an walk right in an take Him unawares, because I knowed surprise 'd make the Joy Lots greater to him when I stood right there before the hoy. An when I stepped Inside tho door, expectin t here to see My own dear son, a little offlco kid stepped up ter me. An when 1 said I'd see Sieve Jones ho said ter mo, "Old pard, You can't see Mr. Jones until you've sent him in your card." Jehosopliatl hut I was mad an said ter him: "My chil', I'd liko ter tuko ye 'cross my kneo an tan ye for awhile. If Stephen Jones Is in this place you trot him out," said I. "This thing of sendin in ycr card don't fit 3*er Uncle Cy." At that sopio other fellers all commenced a-actin queer. An one laid down his pen an said, "My lords, what have we hero?" In Just crbout a mlnnlt I'd a-tliraahed the saucy pup Had not my son come In Jest then an cleared tho matter up. The Stream of Life. Like a small streamlet on a mountain side, A white thread glancing in the summer sun. Lightly down leaping with a Joyous spring, So passes happy childhood's playful hour. Next, through green dells and 'neath o'ershad owing crugs The growing stream with heedless flow winds on; Now gladly lingering round some glowing islo That smiles with heavenly beauty and allures With promises of porpetual delights; Now fiercely dashing down some rough cas cade. Where rushing waters split on hostile rocks. Spouting aloft the iridescent spray Drifted in sunless clefts by swaying winds. So pass tho years of youth. Our riper ago Is like the broadened river's stately march, Whose current slackens, yet admits no pause, But passes licld and coppice, tower nnd town, Not wholly 'scaping from defiling stains. Yet toiling onward restlessly. Adown Its smooth yet ever sliding stream we haste. Nor mark the progress of it 3 quiet speed, Till, faster rut hing as it nears the end, It sweeps us onward in resistless courso Through tho torn rapids of disease and pain. Till, plunging down the cataract of death. Wo glide into a vast and unknown space— The boundless ocean of eternity. —Walter W. Skcat. A Miracle of Love. I knew a man who seemed a soulless thing, A hopeless plodder in a dreary way, Careful In nothing, save that day by day His humblo task its small reward might bring. His world was girdled by a narrow ring Of common duties, knowing not the sway Of pains and pleasures moving liner clay. So dull content reigned ka his chosen king. But one day Love came knocking at his heart. With mighty passion, fearing not defeat. And, like u man awakened out of sleep. Ho felt now life through all his being start— A noble impulse, new, and strangely sweet— Aud walked whore stars in mighty orbits sweep. —George E. Day. A Waste of Time. You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make him drink; You can send a fool to college, hut you cannot make him think; You may keep your daughter strumming from morn till afternoon, But you can't make her a player if she hasn't any tune. You can never make a farmer of a boy who loves the sea, Though you may make him plow and plant and whoa and haw and gco. It's no use to swear and bluster because your only son Prefers the girl he met in tho car to your se lected one; You might as well switch off that track, for love is lord of pelf, And besides it's more than likely that you know how 'tis yourself. You cannot change the rooster's strut nor make (be layers crow. Though you may honestly believe it would be better so. You cannot make a parson of tho stagestruck Borneo lad, And if you ever do succeed you'll wish you never hail. There is only one thing meaner, and that's to have to see The name of your neighbor's numskull finished with M. L>. But all these things,•and more besides, we may expect to bear, Until the numskull kills us and the Romeo says the prayer. Much Is Required. Tis wisdom's law, the perfect code, By love inspired, Of him on whom much is bestowed Is much required; The tuneful throat is bid to sing; The oak must reign the forest's king; The rushing stream the wheel must move; Tho tempered steel its strength must prove; 'Tis given with the eagle's eyes To face tho midday skies. If I am weak and you are st rong, Why then, why then To you tho braver deeds belong! And so again, If you have gifts and I have none, If I have shade and you have sun, Tis yours with freer hand to give, 'Tis yours with truer grace to live, Than I who, giftless, sunless, stand With barren life and hand. —Carlotta Perry. To a Grlzxly ltear. Oin (ruardlan of the early days, How do tho changes seem to thee, Whan, from the peaks where thou didst flee For safoty, thou canst look and see This land, thy home, transformed? Tell me, Canst thou, within thy haunted forests wild, Fe*l naught of pride In this fair western child? —California Magazine. Ist there be thistles-there are grapes; It old things, thcro are now! Tea thousand broken lights and shapes, Yt glimpses of tho true. —Tennyson. CASTOR IA for Infantg and Children. "Caatoria is so well adapted to children that I recommend it on superior to any prescription known to me." 11. A. ARCHER, M. D., 11l 80. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "The use of 'Castoria 1 is so universal and its merits so well known that it seems a work of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the intelligent families who do uot keep Custoria within easy reach." CARLOS MARTYN, D. I)., New York City. Late Pastor Blooiniugdale Reformed Church. THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK. HUB lAILIDAI SYSTEM. I r.KIIIGII VALLEY DIVISION. I Anthracite coal used exchi- I| eively, insuring cleanliness uud j |f coralort. ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS. DEC. 4, IHO2. 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