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French retailers do not take very
kindly to newspaper advertising.
They prefer to ruake use of catalogues,
which are often very expensive affairs.
The general catalogue of the Louve in
Paris, for instance, is said to cost
$20,000, and this catalogue is issued
four times a year. Another favorite
mode of advertising is by means of
posters, some of which are of an ex
tremely artistic character.
As indicating the degree of pros
perity which now exists in Kansas, the
Topeka Capital quotes figures showing
that the number of sales for delinquent
taxes in Jewell County, which amounted
in 1896 to 1771, were only 873 in 1898,
while the total amount of such sales,
which in 1896 amounted to nearly
$21,000, reached in 1898 only a little
over SBOOO. It is also pointed out that
in one bank in Jewell County the de
posits on October 21st last amounted
to $160,236, against $71,864 on the
same date two years previously.
The Czar has just sanctioned fhe es
tablishment of an agricultural ccloay
at Djonan-Abad, in the Government of
Bessarabia. This is the first official
departure from the law forbidding the
residence of Jews in villages. The 1
movement "is due to Earon Horace
Gunsburg, who has granted 1350 acres
on his estate to be set apart as a set
tlement for Jewish agriculturists.
They must all be more or*less trained
in agricultural pursuits. Trade will
be absolutely forbidden. Should a j
store be found necessary it must be !
kept by a Gentile.
The American Society of Municipal
Improvements, which held its annual
convention in Washington, considered
the question of municipal sewage, and
the consensus of opinion was that the
systems of sewage now in use in
American cities absolutely demand '
improvement. Our country is, in this
respect, as in some others connected j
with the efficiency of local administra- |
tion, far in the rear of Europe. The j
municipalities of Europe, such as
Paris, Berlin, Vienna, Frankfort, and
others, have undertaken extensive ex
periments. By physical and chemical
processes, planned on a huge scale,
the sewage has been taken both by di
rect transport and by conduit to farms
at a distance from the city. There the
refuse became valuable as an excellent
fertilizer, while the drinking water has
been freed from pollution,
The Maneaters of the Juncle.
These three paragraphs from the
Central African Gazette prove that
there is still great danger from wild
beasts in the (lark coutinent:
H. C. McDonald, judicial officer at
Chiromo, mentions that a lion took a
native servant off the veranda of the
club a few days ago and then retired
into the middle of the town to eat the
unfortunate man.
P. Devoy, writing from Dedras,
says: "Leopards are very plentiful;
I killed two during the month. Lions
are also troublesome, one brute hav
ing killed seven people before we
bagged him."
Mr, Bowhill reports: "Lions have
besn doing a great deal of harm in
the West Shire district, nine men hav
ing lost their lives."
The record is increased by the death
of W. A. Harrison, senior assistant
engineer on the Uganda Piailway, who
was killed by a lioness at Fort South.
—Chicago Times-Herald.
A Newspaper's Strongest Point.
The poster fades and the circular
finds its way into the garbage box;
but the newspaper enters the home
and becomes part of the life of the
family.
Rather Indefinite.
When General Jimes 11. Lewis ar
rived in Washington from St. Louis
t.i attend th- Supreme Court the other
day, he asked ex-Senator John B.
Henderson what lie thought about
"this expansion business." "Oh, Lord!"
replied the Senator, T don't know
anything about it. 1 feel like the
preacher up in Boston who started a
sentence that he couldn't finish. He
kept on and on, but couldn't find a
stopping place. At last he stopped,
looked around upon the congregation
In a bewildered way, and said.
"Brethren, I've forgotten where I
started and can't finish that sen
tence, but I know I'm bound for the
kingdom of heaven.' "
Detroit is plannnng a demonstra
tion for 1901 to celebrate the bi-cen-
of Its founding by Cadillas.
"JEST OUR JIM."
At the school examination when wo sot back In the crowd,
Watoiiin' of the bull proceeding, we was goslmmigtty proud,
An' I noticed that his mother had a teardrop in her eve.
An' my own ol' gray-fringed blinkers wa'n't uncomfortably dry,
Fur tlie one that graduated at the head of all the school
"Wasn't any goldfish swimmin* in the 'ristoeratic pool-
No, there wasn't any sky-blue-blooded pedigree in him.
For the boy that tuk the honor cake was
Jest
Our
Jim. I
An' up yonder In the court when he pleaded his first case,' V-'
An' the jury got a verdick without risln' from their place,
An' the lawyers crowded 'round him an' the jedge came off his seat I
Fur to compliment his talent, I could scarce control my feet.
Couldn't hardly keep from dancin', an* I wanted fur to whoop
At the way he put the lawyers fur the plalntitT in the soup, 1
But although ho swum in honor an' they made a heap of him, I
In the heart of hi 9 ol' daddy he was
Jest
Our
Jim.
Then when me an' his o' mother went to hear a famous ense
An' wo saw him there a-sittin' on the bench with a solemn face,
An' the lawyers was a-calling' him "Your Honor" an' "the Court,"
How we felt our bosoms swellin' an' our sassy hearts cavortl
There he sot jest like a statute, full o' dignity an' law,
Jest tho verv grandest plcter of a man we ever saw.
An' although our hearts was swellin' full o* pride clear to tho brim,
I kep' wbisperin' to mother it was
Jest
Our
Jim.
But the golden fires o' glory seemed a-blaslng in our souls
T'other night when I come singin' "Yaukee Doodle" fK>m the polls,
An' jest hollered out to mother they'd elected of our son
Fur to go an' set in Congress in the halls at Washington.
Ort to seen us hug each other an' a-kissin' jest like kids.
An' the tears a-verllowin' of the dam beneath our lids.
An' a-ragglng an' u-wultzin' till our heads begun to swim,
An' a-tellin' of each other it wus
Jest
Our
Jim.
—Denver Post.
1 WHILE THE "TWO I
gf SISTERS" BURNED, g
Ipf BT BAT BTANNABD BAKEB. S
mximmmmmmmmmmmmmmmEmsx
yQIGNALS had been
sent in that the
BjSjUi "Two Sisters"
SgßyrJ were on fire.
Ferry, the super- i
BjL iutendent, saw the
yellow smudge of
smoke crawling tip 1
from the boiler- I
room and curling 1
from the doorway 1
into the liberty of the open air. And i
Perry ran, breathless and liatless, to i
turn in the still alarm. i
Tho Two Sisters stood in the strip I
of Goose Island between the Mil
waukee sidings and the Chicago River.
They were huge, grim, smoke-black- 1
ened boxes of wheat elevators. Their I
walks were of square timbers built up
like a child's blockhouse, and covered
with a thin coating of corrugated
iron. They stood side by side, their
cornices a hundred feet above the
water, and so close together that a
man might step from the roof of one
to the roof of the other. Tugmen <
plying in tho river called them the
Two Sisters.
By the time the marshal arrived the
fire had crept half-way up the plank
wall of the building, and tho iron
siding was crumbling and crisping
like scorched paper. A moment later
there was a crash of timbers, a rush
of scorching air, aud from out of a
huge hole gnawed by the fire there
poured a yellow stream of grain.
"Where's your ladder?" shouted
the marshal.
Some one bawled an order, and
truck twenty's horses came down at a
gallop.
"Take your men to the top of the
north elevator," said the marshal.
"We must save it if we can. The south
one is gone."
Wendt, truck twenty's lieutenant,
looked up at the nearest window. It
was a full sixty feet from the ground,
I and close to the corner nearest the
fire. But he did not question his
i orders. Axeman Fuller loosened the
J truok, and the Bangor laddor crept
j up the dull red wall with twenty's
! whole force straining at tho windlass.
Tho moment it touched the window
i ledge Wendt ran up like a spidor on a
| web.
| The other truckmen followed with
their lanterns and axes, and behind
! them toiled and struggled company
; fourteon's men with a lead of hose,
i Once inside, they scurried up a
! cramped stairway to the belt room at
i the top, which perched like a pigmy
| house on the broad plain of tho ele
| vator roof.
Not a score of feet away blazed the
south "Sister," and there was smoke
everywhere the dense, yellow,
pungent smoke of burning grain.
Truck twenty's men choked with rt.
But the walls of the friendly belt
house protected them from the fiercest
of tho heat.
Wendt drove out the window, sash
and all, with one blow of his axe.
Quirk, captain of fourteen,, thrust the
point of the hose through it, aud
signalled for water. Their orders
were to keep the main roof aud the
sides of the north building wet so
that they would resist the fiamos.
But the water never reached the
nozzle of tho lead, for at that moment
the whole roof of the south elevator, a
hundred feet square or more, crashed
downward with the roar of a ninety
pounder gun. Up from the crater
where it fell fiames and cinders leaped
mountain-high.
The fire now swept unrestrained
against the north elevator, licking oil
the iron casing and cornices as if they
had been mere tissue-paper. A
moment later the stairway aud the
ladder were blazing, aud the ten fire
men were tightly trapped in the belt
room. Its only window opened to
ward the fiames; its only stairway was
on fire.
As the men groped in the dense
smoke they could feel the hot breath
of the furnace under them. In five
minutes or less they knew that the
roof would go down, carrying every
thing with it
f "Axes!" shouted the hoarse voice
of twenty's lieutenant.
■ Instantly Christianson, Scanlon,
Greenman and the others lined up be
side him.
"Cut down that wall!"
Scanlon struck a terrible blow on
the springy pine boards that formed
the north side of the room. Gies fol
lowed. Their axes rebounded as if
they were striking a stone wall. But
they never paused for an instant. In
ten seconds the wall was down. Out
side of it the plates of sheet iron still
held firm.
"Stand firm!" shouted Wendt.
The truckmen leaped back. Wendt's
big body drew itself up to its full
height) his ax swung high, and then
crashed against the iron. The handle
snapped short, but the head was
driven through. Wendt's big boot
finished the work. Ten half-suffocat
ed men crawled out on the main roof
of the elevator.
Far below, blurring together into
one vision of white, a thousand anx
ious, upturned faces gazed at them.
A faint shout of relief came up. In
one swift glance the firemen saw the
fire-tugs, the pride of the department,
coughing and grunting in the river
below; they saw twenty's leads cooling
freight cars on the siding; they saw
the tops of the streams of water that
came almost up to them, then opened
like white blossoms and fell back in
spray. They could hear the shrill
squealing of the engines for coal, the
rush and roar of the fire, and then the
shouts of the marshal, borne up to
them faintly above the din:
"Come down! come down!"
But going down was not suoh an
easy matter. At their feet the edge
of the slate roof, built something like
a mansard, pitched on a steep angle a
dozen feet downward to a narrow
ledge supporting the rain-gutter. Six
yards from the bottom the top of a
four-inch stand-pipe crooked over the
edge of the roof.
Down below the marshal was call
ing their attention in pnntomiiue to
this pipe. It was their only salvation.
They knew that well enough.
"Can you do it?" asked Wendt,
without a quaver in his voice.
"I think I can," was. Quirk's an
swer. "It's better tbanJjurniug.
Quirk's lips set tight. A fireman is
trained to take chances, but not such
chances as these. He sat down on
tho edge of the roof, with his feet
hanging over. He must slide down
the steep slate mansard, now slippery
with water covered with cinders, and
ho must stop, if he could, at the gut
ter ledge, which was only a few inches
wide. If he did not stop—the lit
tered planks of the court were a hun
dred feet below.
A fireman may not think ot his
wife or of his babies at such a time.
He must act without a tremor and
take his chances.
Quirk slid. His rubber boots
struck the ledge, his body bounded
up, for a mom cut he stood balanced
like a tight-rope walker on the gutter
ledge, aud then he fell back on the
slate mansard, safe. Below, a thou
sand men with clenched hands and
bitten lips groaned their relief.
Gies came next. Quirk, who had
steadied himself, caught him. Then
Gies caught Christiausou, and Chris
tianson caught Fuller. It was Green
man's turn. Greenmau was blue
about the lij>s. He told Scanlon that
it was a terrible risk to take.
"Steady, now," shouted Weudt,
hoarsely. "Don't look down."
Greenman slid. He looked at the
same moment. His rubber boot
struck tho ledge, caught—then slipped,
"I'm lost!" he shouted, as his body
shot dizzily over the brink.
"No, you aiu't," growled Fuller,
grimly. He had caught Greenman
by the collar.
A moment both men tottered on the
ledge, one below and one above. A
merciful burst of smoke shot up aud
wiped out the horrid sight from the
crowd."* When it passed Greemau was
lyiug limp on the ledge, with 1 Fuller's
hand yet twisted in his collar.
The other men followed without ac
cident, Wendt last. Then began tho
perilous journey along tho eighteen
feet of ledge to the stand-pipe. Quirk
led,|slidiug along the slippery slate
mansard, never trusting one foot in
tho narrow gutter until the other was
firm.
From below, it seemed as if the ten
men were walking on air. So close to
the edge of the roof did they tread
that tho oj'owd saw the bottom of oach
foot as it was lifted.
At last Quirk clasped the stand-pipe
and slid swiftly downward. Then
came Gies and Fuller in order.
'JHurry, there!" shrieked a voice
above the roar of the fire. "The rooi
is going to fall!"
At that moment there was a crash
and a bright burst of flame behind
them. Greeman, still terrified, reeled
wildly.
"Steady, there," roared Wendt.
"It's only the belt honse—not the
roof."
Greeman, Scanlon, Christianson
weut one after tho other, spinning
down the iron stand-pipe like boys on
a peeled pole, until only Wendt was
left.
"Hurry! hurry!" came again the
marshal's voice. A great stream of
water drenched a flame that had sprung
out just below the gutter where Wendt
stood. The crowd was silent, with
every muscle tense.
Wendt grasped the stand-pipe, now
almost burning hot, and slid. An in
stant later he was swallowed up in
smoke and flame. There was the
growl of yieldiugtimbers, then a sullen
roar, and a volcano of fire poured up
ward out of the elevator's pit. The
roof had fallen.
Two firemen ran forward with their
helmets to the heat and dragged Wendt
away. His hair and his eyebrows
were singed. His hands were raw
with burns.
"I guess I fell most of the way," ho
said, laughing weakly.
There tho incident ended. It had
lasted just twenty minutes—from
twenty minutes after twelve o'clock on
October 26, 1896, wheu the Baugor
ladder tipped the elevator window, to
forty minutes after twelve, when
Wendt came down. The Two Sisters
were destroyed, and more tbau a mil
lion bushels of wheat were left soak
ing in the river or smoldering in the
ruins—but no lives were lost.
The scarred marshal was asked after
the fire if such coolness and daring
should not be rewarded.
"Rewarded!" he said, grufHy.
"Didn't they escape? It is a part of
the business."—Youth's Companion.
ANCIENT FORT UNEARTHED.
It WUR Occupied by French or Spaniards
Two Centuries Ago.
Buried a dozen feet under a Ne
braska sand hill, twenty miles west of
Sioux City, lowa, the remains of a
stone fort have been discovered. In
side the walls the searchers found a
quantity of human bones and frag
ments of arms and armor at least two
centuries old.
The patterns of the weapons and ar
mor indicate that the owners were
Frenchmen or Spaniards, though there
is no record of any settlement in t}iis
region of either nationality at so early
a date.
Tlio find was made by John Ham
mond, a farmer, who stumbled on one
corner of the fort while excavating for
a drainage ditch. Stone is a rarity in
Northeastern Nebraska, and Hammond
was so much surprised that lie carried
his investigation further, and has now
uncovered an area about 150 feet by
200 feet in extent.
The fort itself is built of hard red
sandstone, much like that so exten
sively quarried now at Sioux Falls,
South Dakota. The walls arc about
three and one-half feet thick and twelve
or fifteen feet high, with small towers,
evidently for sentries, at intervals of
twenty or twenty-five feet.
The armor includes a half dozen
j breast-plates, two or three steel caps
and a morion, or helmet, of the pat
tern much worn by French and Span
ish soldiers, of the fifteenth and early
part of the sixteenth centuries. All
are badly rusted and in most of them
many holes are eaten completely
through the metal.
Among the weapons are several two
handed swords, the head of what was
evidently a battle-axe and the wheel
locks and barrels of ancient muskets.
The bones are much scattered, and
from them it would be impossible to
say how strong the fort was garri
soned.
•Canadians lluy American Fruit.
Consul Graham, of Winnipeg,
Manitoba, says that the fruit growers
of the United States (chiefly those of
the Pacific slope) supply at least four
fifths of all the green fruit consumed
in Manitoba aud the Northwest Terri
tory of Canada. Canadians now,
however, are making a vigorous effort
to capture their own home trade.
Cold storage plants and packing
houses are being constructed and
transportation lines are being worked.
The United States system of packing
fruits has been adopted, and a much
stronger bid will bo made for these
markets than heretofore. Still great
er caro in selecting, packing aud ship
ping will be necessary on the part of
American fruit growers if they would
continue to hold their supremacy in
the market.
Infttead of a String on Ills Finj-er.
"Williams," said Flint, who had
been in a brown study for several
minutes, "what is the name of that
British General they have been mak
ing so much fuss over?" "Kitchener,
isn't it?" responded Williams. "That's
it!" exclaimed Flint, delightedly.
"Kitchener! That brings it up all
right. I know now what it was my
wife asked me to attend to this morn
ing. She wanted me to advertise for
a cook.,"—Chicago Tribune,
BAD FOR THE CHURCH
DR. RYLANCE SAY§ IT FOL
LOWS WEALTH.
(Tls Rcfrfcnntlon BH Faitor of America's
Once Most Aristocratic Church, Made
the Occasion for a Fllns at the
Wealthy Classes of Society.
Rev. Dr. Joseph H. Rylance, who re
signed from the pastorate of St.
Mark's Protestant Episcopal church,
Netv York, the other day, talked with
a reporter about the changes that have
taken place on lower Second avenue
since he took charge of the church
twenty-seven years ago.
"In 1871 the neighborhood was still
the residential quarter for wealthy and
refined citizens," he said. "St. Mark's
place and Clinton place—parts of
Eighth street—were lined with their
homes, as were also many of the ad
jacent streets. A change was even then
setting in, which soon became a social
rush 'up-town.' Now only here and
there can be found a home of tho old
style below Fourteenth street.
"The churches followed wealth. St.
Thomas' left Broadway and Houston
street; St. Bartholomew's left Lafay
ette place. And so with others of all
creeds, with one exception, the Roman
Catholic, St. Mark's has not gone be
cause it is an endowed parish. The
abandonment of the poorer populous
localities by the wealthy churches has
DR. RYLANCE.
entailed upon those that remain an un
just share of the burden of caring for
the helpless poor. There ought to be
an ecclesiastical clearing-house In New
York, through which social obligations
could he distributed according to the
measure of each church's ability.
"Second avenue, from Tenth street
to Eighteenth street, Is still, however,
or.e of the healthiest and most delight
ful residential quarters of our city. Mr.
Ottendorfer's noble institution near
Eighth street—library and dispensary
—and the Hebrew Technical and In
dustrial schools have been of widely
felt service to the neighborhood.
"The personnel of St. Mark s church
lias almost wholly changed In twenty
seven years. Fish, Renwick. Kemsen,
Catlin. the Goelets, Stewart, with
crowds of other once conspicuous peo
ple, are of It no more. But others not
less worthy have come into their
places. Some of the old blood remains,
but henceforth the church, with its
noble chapel and schools on Tompkins
square, will have to he a church of the
people.
"Nearly all my old professional as
sociates are in Paradise—Tyng, Cot
ton. Smith, Washburn aud others. The
last-named was the greatest man that I
have ever known in the clerical ranks
of America. The saintly Dyer still
lingers with us."
lloth End. of n Aii.Urdlty.
From the Washington Star: "We
can't keep the Philippines," said the
worried-looking man. "We ought to
get rid of Porto Rico and even Hawaii.
If we go on at this rate, what reason is
I here to prevent our gradually acquir
ing Asia, Africa and ultimately the
whole of Europe?" "I never thought
of that." answered the good-natured
friend, with a sudden look of gloom;
"and yet by the same sort of argu
ment I'm convinced that we can't give
'em up. I'll admit that territory may
he an embarrassment, but If we go on
getting rid of it by starting in with
these islands we'll be tempted to turn
California adrift and then cut loose
from Florida, and the first thing pos
terity knows we'll have contracted our
responsibilities so that we won't have
anything at all to worry over except
the District of Columbia."
No Joke.
Bobby —"Popper, what is a hostile
Indian?" Mr. Ferry—"One with some
good, arable land."
A* Cincinnati barber explained' to his
Son that a hostile Indian Is
une who has some good, arable land.
as if wrapped In slumber and dwellinj
in the lands of dreams. In the scien
tific world the discovery of Marini haß
been known for years, yet recent
achievements of the Italian inventor
have caused some of the greatest
skeptics to become his most enthusias
tic admirers, and some of the foremost
medical authorities of Europe, like
Sappey, Richard Owen, Billroth and
Rokitansky, remained in speechless
amazement before the mysterious en
igma that sets to naught the funta
mental laws of nature herself.
Marini is able to impart for a cer
tain length of time an absolutely life
like condition to a body, keeping the
flesh soft and public; after the body
has thus gone through a preparatory
stage he can either petrify it or turn
it, figuratively speaking, into metal
without apparently changing its ap
pearance. Tho dead body practically
PRESERVING THE BODY.
By the discovery of Professor El
fisio Marini of Jtaly the human body
is actually rendered immortal. Death
loses its all-destroying power. The
spirit, the soul, leaves the body —per-
haps to continue in higher spheres—
cut the body may remain forever, part
ed only from its soul, from life.
Marini's process is not a mere
method of embalming. This art, as it
is now practiced, may delay, but can
not arrest, decomposition. The method
of preserving the body invented by
Marini is quite different. The departed
remains among us as if he were alive,
becomes through this process a statue
of bronze or marble. This invention
will in away modify our present ideas
of monuments to our famous men, and
any nation might fctart a pantheon of
its famous sons and daughters such as
the world has never known. Besides
the sentimental features of this discov
ery there are many reasons of its great
value in other respects. For the crim
inal police it will be Invaluable. Sup
pose the body of a murdered person is
found, the identity of which cannot bo
established. Photographs are often
quite unreliable. The body in itself
can now be kept as evidence not for a
few days, but for a number cf years
if needs be. For the study of anatomy
this invention also j esents most won
derful possibilities. j - advantages are
as manifold as extraordinary.
In recent years Morii lias preserved
quite a number of bod., •, and the ac
companying illustrations arc reproduc
tions of photographs taken from bodies
he has prepared. That of the little
child represents a little daughter of the
inventor himself, who died eleven
years ago, but is sti.i resting appar
ently asleep in a memorial room in the
inventor's residence. The other is a
picture of the remair * of Cardinal San
Felice, now peacefully reposing in a
' PROF. MARINI.
crypt under the Cathedral of Naples,
who died there about two years ago.
His body lies in state on a catafalque
and appears just as if he were asleep.
The Aroommniifttln, Trolley Cnr.
From the Boston Traveler: Irate
passenger (who has managed to hoard
a trolley ear that don't stop)— Suppose
I had slipped and lost a leg—what
then?
Conductor —You wouldn't have to do
any more running then. We Vlers
stops for a man ilth a cratch.
THE COW DEATH.
Curious Superstition of Tagan Orlgtn
Practiced in Knisiii.
Lowenstimm mentions n curious
superstition of pngnn origin still prac
ticed in portions of Russia, and known
as "korovya smertj" (cow-death) and
"opachivaniyo" (plowing roundabout).
If pestilence or murrain prevails in a
village, an old woman of repute as a
seeress or fortune teller enters the
confines of the village at midnight and
Peats a pan. Thereupon all the wom
en of the place assemble in haste,
armed with divers domestic utensils
frying-pans, pokers, tongs, shovels,
scythes and cudgels. After shutting
the eattle in their stalls, and warning
the men not to leave their houses, a
procession is formed. The seeress
takes off her dress and pronounces a
curse npon Death. She is then
hitched to a plow, together with a
bovy of virgins and a misshapen wom
an, if such a one can be found, and u
continuous and closed furrow is drawn
round the villago three timos. When
the procession starts, the image of
some saint suitable to the occasion,
that oi' St. Blasius, for example, in the
case of murrain, is borne in front of
it; this is followed by the seeress.
clad only in a shift, with disheveled
hair and riding on a broomstick; after
her come women and maidens draw
ing the plow, and behind them the
rest of the crowd, shrieking and mak
ing a fearful din. They kill every ani
mal they meet, and if a man is so un
fortunate as to fall in with them he is
mercilessly beaten, and u3uallv put to
death. In the eyes of these raging
women he is not a human being, but
Death himself in the form of a were
wolf, who seeks to cross their path
and thus break the charm and destroy
the healing virtue of the furrow. The
ceremony varies in different places,
and generally ends by burying alive a
cat, cock or dog.—From "Supersti
tion and Crime," by Professor E. P.
Evans, in Appletous' Popular Science
Monthly.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Our souls crave a perfect good; we
feel the pull thitherward, we own the
law that points in that direction.—
William M. Salter.
If any one speak ill of thee, consid
er whether he hath truth on his side;
and if so, reform thyself, that his cen
sures may not affect thee.—Epictetus.
In every loving woman there is a
priestess of the past—a pious guard
ian of some affection, of which the
object has disappeared.—Henri Fred
eric Amiel.
Many brave young minds have
oftentimes, through hearing the
praises and famous eulogies of worthy
men, been stirred up to effect the
like commendations.—Spenser.
Look in all things for tho beauty
which is their soul, and shall fill your
soul. Seek it and dwell in it, for,
rightly understood, it is a part of
your deepest life.—Henry W. Foote.
Self conceit is a weighty quality,
and will sometimes bring down the
scale when there is nothing else in it.
It magnifies a fault beyond proportion,
and swells every omission into an
outrage.—Jeremy Collier.
Books well chosen neither du'l tho
appetite nor strain the memory, but
refresh the inclinations, strengthen
en the powers and improve under ex
periments. By reading a man does,
as it were, antedate his life, and
makes himself contemporary with past
ages.—Jeremy Collier.
It is surprising how practical duty
enriches the fancy and the heart and
deepens the affections. Indeed, no
one can have a true idea of right un
til he does it, any genuine reverence
for it until he has done it often and
with cost, any peace ineffable in it till
he does it always uud with alacrity.—
J. Martiueau.
Tlio World's Hours.
When such of us unfortunate folk
as rise early nre getting up at 8 in the
morning they are dressed and taking
9 o'clock breakfast in Venice, Naples,
Malta and Copenhagen. At Stock
holm and Cape Town those who begin
business at 10 are on their way to
their offices. At St. Petersburg the
banks, if they open at 10 o'clock,
have just swung back their doors. At
Odessa the bank clerks have hung up
their overcoats, and at Suez they have
probably dipped their pens the third
or fourth time. At Bombay the bells
for 1 o'clock luncheon are ringing, and
the residents of Madras have got half
through that meal.
Those who dine at 2 o'clock arejust
sitting down to table at Singapore.
They are half-way through 8 o'clock
dinner at Canton. At Sydney the
greater part of the workers are on
j their way home and late diners are
! feeling hungry. At Jeddo a large
; part of tho population is in its first
sleep, the theatres are very near clos
ing, and many peoplo are undressing
and going upstairs with candles. The
people of New York, Boston, Phila
delphia and Baltimore nre in the mid
dle of their night's rest, and in Gal
veston, New Orleans and Pensacola
the cocks are crowiug—London Tid
| Bits.
l£nl>ics and Schools.
i Is there any necessary connection
i between going to school and a low
! birth-rate?"
j In new colonies tho birth-rate is
j usually high. Large families were
I the rule in this country in early days
i in tho same regions where now tho
j race seems to be dying out.
In New Zealand, where conditions
are colonial but where education is
! universal, the birth-rate has fallen
| from thirty-eight per 1000 in 1882 to
j twenty-six per 1000 in 1898.
| The population increases, but if the
j rnto of birth eontinues to decline it
| must soon be as low as in Ireland or
j France. The olimato is good, thq
. death-rate phenomenally low. What
I Is tho matter? Is it going to sohool?