MARGARITAE SORORI.
A lato lark twitters from the quiet skies,
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old gray city
An influence luminous and Bercne, /
A shining peace.
The smoke ascends
In a rosy and golden haze. The spires
Shine und arc changed. In the valley
Shailows rise. The lark sings ou. The sun.
Closing hir benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night—
Night, with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.
So be my pacing!
My accomplished and the long day done,
Mo' wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Lot nie be gathered to the quiet west.
Tie sundown splendid und serene,
Death 1
—Henley.
j A iIMNTED HAMLET |
i Tho Extraordinary Experience of T
4 a Strolling Player. A
I was the leading man. We had been
"barnstorming" through the provinces
for some months, and the season was
drawing to a close. So, too, was the
time for n certain note I had drawn wheu
the season began. Js'ot having money
enough to purchase my stage dresses, I
had borrowed from a London Shy lock,
telling him that as leading man my sal
ary was princely. My bill was already
overdue, when, by some unlucky chance,
my sharp creditor heard of the smallness
of my salary. He wrote fiercely to de
mand the amount of the bill I had given
him or threatened immediate proceed
ings. I put him off as well as I could,
hoping for something to turn up that
might enable me to satisfy his demands.
Three nights before we closed my bene
fit was to come off. I had put up "Ham
let" and "The Koati to Ruin." My an
nouncing the former of these much an
noyed tho manager, who had not suffi
cient confidence in my experience to
trust mu with the Danish prince, but he
at last gave way. Perhaps his compli
ance was the more easily obtained
through the influence of his daughter
Amy, who was to play Ophelia.
Well, every billboard bore the an
nouncement in bills half a yard in length:
"Hamlet, prince of Denmark, by Mr.
Arthur Stanley; Ophelia, by Miss Amy
St. John; for rest of characters see small
bills." Things went well. Every seat
in the boxes was let, and the tickets for
pit nnd gallery had gone off so well that
less than the average amount taken at
the doors would overflow the house.
The old church clock tolling the impor
tant hour of (J warned me to hurry from
my lodgings to that temple of fame in
which 1 fondly hoped I had secured a
niche for myself. As I walked along I
began to taste the pleasure of celebrity.
Shopmen nudged each other as I passed.
A couple of young ladies, whose profes
sion appeared to l>o "millinery," looked
at me from under their bonnets and then
repeated my name in a whisper loud
enough for me to hear half a dozen yards
from them.
"This is indeed renown," I mutterea.
"What matters it that my salary is small
when my fame is becoming so great?"
As I said the words I felt a hand upon
my shoulder and turned, with the glow
of exultation still suffusing my cheek.
"Mr. Arthur Stanley, I believe, sir,"
said the accoster.
"That is my name," I replied, trying to
hurry on.
"Excuse me, sir, then," returned the
man, "but you must come with me. At
the suit of Moses Cohen for 23 pun 10
and costs."
He handed me a small slip of paper—l
dare say you can guess its contents—and
took me by the arm.
"This is most unfortunate," I said.
"Had it been but one night later I should
not have mhidefl."
"Case of 'hook it,' I suppose," said the
man.
"On the contrary, I should have been
able to have discharged the amount. I
suppose you couldn't put off the arrest
till after business this evening?"
"Not on any account," replied my cap
tor. and I BUW that he quite meant what
he said.
This, then, was tho end of my ambi
tious aspirations. Instead of the glare
of the footlights and the plaudits of an
audience 1 was to have the darkness and
stillness of a jail! I folded my arms iu
despair and defied nty fate.
"Let us go," I said, "for tonight was
appointed for my benefit. Rut no diatter.
'Denmark's a prison—a goodly one, in
which there are mauy confines, wards nnd
dungeons!' Lend on." As I turned to
accompany the bailiff's man, a messenger
from the theater accosted me.
"Oh. Mr. Stanley," the man said, "I
am sent to tell you that we've no ghost;
Figgins lias just come in awfully drunk."
I was about to answer him, when my
captor interrupted mo, asking me if I had
put up "IJamlet." Upon my replying iu
the affirmative, lie said lie thought lie
could help me. He hud been a member of
an amateur theatrical club and the ghost
ol Hamlet's father had been one of his
most successful attempts. If I liked, he
would sustain the part on this occasion,
and. thus keeping his eye upon me, would
postpone my arrest until after the per
formance. I saw that vanity instigated
the offer, but as drowning men clutch at
straws 1 accepted the proposal nnd hur
ried off to the theater with all speed, ac
companied by my obliging Nemesis. In
the difficulty the manager consented to
my supposed friend's offer, nnd, a few
hints sufficing to take the place of re
hearsal, half an hour before the curtain
was to rise saw the bailiff's man donning
the armor of the inebriated Figgins.
Up went the curtain to a house crowded
to the ceiling. The tragedy commenced
with every promise of success, my recep
tion was most fluttering and the applause
which greeted my points almost made
nie forget the presence of my custodian,
who watched me with ever vigilant eyes
from the wing. I was-naturally appre
hensive'of the manner in which the ghost
would be rendered, but the interview with
my father's shade was as satisfactory as
it would have been had Figgins himself
embodied the spirit, although it must bo
admitted that spirits were peculiarly In
his lino.
As the words "Adieu, hdieu! Ilamlet,
remember mo," were uttered generous ap
plause rewarded the exertions of the
ptagestruck bailiff. With a sigh of re
lief I was about to apostrophize heuven,
earth and the other place when, turning,
I saw my father's spirit still upon the
stage.
"Leave the stage," I whispered, suppos
ing that my friend had forgotten his exit.
To my horror the ghost replied, with an
oath, not loud, but deep and emphatic. It
was in vain that I reiterated my direc
tions. The ghost would not give up.
And feeling that the situation was crit
ical I went on with my part and strove
with extra vehemence to carry the audi
ence with me, so that they might over
look the presence of the implacable shade.
Either the audience was not at home
with the text or looked upon the ghost's
remaining as a new reading, for they
gave 110 sign of disapproval. When Ho
ratio nnd Mareellus came on, however,
their wonder almost brought on the ca
tastrophe, but I urged them to go on,
and the act drew to a conclusion, with
the novelty of the ghost speaking his in
junction over no* left shoulder.
The drop down, I showered expostula
tions on my persecuting father's head,
but he turned a deaf ear to tlieni all.
"I'll tell you what it is, guv'nor," lie
said, "I ain't wishing to be at all annoying
or ungeutlemanly to you, but I had to
arrest a gent in your profession once,
and obliged him by waiting until the per
formance was over, when, blowed, if he
wasn't shabby enough to get taken down
a trap at the end, ami bolt. I thought of
that while I was on the stage just now
with you, and if I leave you again, my
mother was a Frenchman." Without go
ing into the question of his parentage, I
promised to surrender myself at the end
of the evening, but it was to no purpose;
he was obstinate. In the absence of the
manager, who had been luckily called
away, I confessed by dilemma to the
prompter, and he, influenced by good feel
ing and the promise of a present on the
morrow, consented to allow the tragedy
to go on, in spite of my being perpetually
haunted.
In a few minutes the talc was in every
dressing room, and the company choking
with laughter, but as it was not an affair
of theirs they did not offer any objection
to the constant interpolation of my fa
ther's accursed spirit. Polonius' inter
view was shadowed by his presence, nnd
although the ancient chamberlain took
his leave the substitute of Figgins re
mained a fixture. Plagued by Itosen
cranz and (Juildenstern, I was still more
bored by the abominable shade, who in
truded upon my interview with Ophelia,
listened to the scolding I gave the queen
and looked on while I stabbed Polonius.
I felt like a man who on the steps of
the gailows receives a reprieve. Alas, my
head was not out of "the noose yet. As I
was standing at the wing, in readiness
for my entrance for the fifth acf, I no
ticed the manager looking on from the
other side. I shuddered. I knew his
violence and tyranny, and 1 trembled at
his rage should he stay there to witness
the ghost's unusual presence. I spoke to
the bailiff's man; I implored him to leave
me for the rest of the tragedy; 1 promised
liirn money, anything he should demand,
but it was in vain. My anxiety to be
away from him only confirmed him in
bis suspicions that 1 wanted to use the
opportunity to escape.
Despair made me desperate. I called a
scene shifter, and while I pointed to one
of the fly pieyes. as if it was of that 1
was speaking, I whispered words of very
different Import in his ear. The man
nodded and hurried away, while 1, to
keep up appearances, again begged the
ghost to remain invisible, of course
without making any impression upon his
obstinate nature. In a minute the scene
shifter returned. "It's all right, sir," be
said. "It will be arranged directly." A
glance thanked him.
"If you still persist in being at my el
bow." 1 said to ray ghost, "I must trou
ble you to shift your quarters, as I enter
at the back of the scene."
lie accompanied me as requested, fol
lowed by the scene shifter, and as we
stopped 1 heard the cue given for my en
trance. I turned to my ally, who stamp
ed sharply on the stage, and a knock un
derneath replying to his signal, he seized
the ghost as the trap upon which they
stood opened, and in a moment they
wore both hidden from my sight. The
bailiff's man knew enough of stage mech
anism not to venture upon a struggle
while descending a trap, and, although
he gave me a parting look of reproach
and anger, he knew that he was unable
to oppose his fate.
Thus relieved in mind I hurried on for
the grave scene with a lightened spirit,
and everything went well accordingly.
My quips with the gravedigger, my
Yorick speech, "Imperial Ca;sar, dead
and turned to clay," all brought a torrent
of applause, nnd when 1 leaped into the
grave the whole house was enthusiastic.
I had just said to Laertes, "I. prithee,
take thy lingers from my throat," when
I felt other hands besides those of
Ophelia's brother assailing me. I knew
too well who grappled me, and, assured
that the time for expostulation was gone*,
I prepared for a short struggle to get iid
of the ghost, at any rate for that scene.
At the same moment I heard the deep
tones of the manager, but in the con
fusion I could not understand what he
said. 1 had not long to wait, however,
before I saw the execution of his orders.
The first gravedigger, advancing from
the back of the scene, seized the ghost
by the arms', and, giving him a prepara
tory swing, slung him on his shoulders
and walked off the stage with him. The
violence of flie motion had loosened the
fastenings of the helmet, and the final
jerk shook it from the bailiff's head, dis
playing a wist quantity of unkempt enr
roty hair. The house was in a roar, and
when, amid the din, the angry ghost was
heard threatening in language far from
Shakespearean nnd certainly not polite,
the audience seemed a congregation of
lunatics. I jumped from the grave, but
soon such a storm of laughter hailed mo
that, with one look of terror at the audi
ence, I rushed off the stage as I heard
the manager's indignant orders for the
prompter to "ring down."
I did not dare ask the manager to re
new for next season. I knew it would
be hopeless. I lost no time in writing for
engagements elsewhere, but I met with
constant rebuffs. One manager declined
negotiation, "as he did not keep a bailiff's
man in the theater." Matters at last be
came serious. The funds remaining froin
my benefit were gone. A vacancy for a
clown occurred. I replied as Signor An
tonio, obtained the engagement and six
months after I had played "Hamlet" for
my benefit I went on as a clown in a pan
tomime. "To what base uses we may
return, Horatio .'"—Argonaut.
A ftiiriilim Now.
The Sentimentalist—Poets, you know,
are born, not made.
1 lie Materialist—Oh. yes. I know! Rut
if there were any demand for the goods
a poet factory would be started Inside of
a week.—ludiamtpolls Journal.
TIIEIR NOVEL FIELD.
TWO YOUNG WOMEN WON WHERT A
MAN MET FAILURE.
A Railroad Ilestuurunt on New and
Successful hi 11 ex—Proprietor** I'rus
perous and Happy and Patruus
Pleased.
Two women who had to support them
selves felt that the task would be easier
if they could work together. As they
were not fitted to be teachers in these
days of exciting higher education and
had no adaptability for millinery and
dressmaking beyond the ability to wear
their own clothes well after they had se
lected them with taste, the occupation of
making clothes and hats for their friends
was impossible. They thought of a violet
farm and decided that there was too lit
tle seriousness about that, shuddered at
tho task of trying to crowd boarders into
their small home and dreaded the re
sponsibility of renting a larger house
that would make the business profitable.
A restaurant in the smart town they liv
ed in would have been impossible, al
though for-various reasons it appealed to
them. They could go away and leave it
at night and not have its presence a con
stant reminder that they were at work.
In their fondness for this idea they de
voted more thought to the restaurant
scheme than to any other. Confident
that away can usually be found, they
tried every possible means of combining
the keeping of a restaurant with resi
dence in a suburban town where sueli an
establishment would have been useless
and doomed to bankruptcy. They were
determined women, however, intent on
carrying through their plan and compel
led, moreover, by necessity to do some
thing of the kind.
Finally an idea that seemed possible of
execution occurred to one of them. The
railroad station of tho small town in
which they lived was the center <if sev
eral connecting branches of the road.
Many persons changed cars there for
points reached l>\ the small branch lines
that ran in various directions. For that
reason this station was of much more
importance than the size of the town
would ordinarily have caused. Its busi
nesslike character was proved by its pos
session of a small restaurant, which is
rare enough in subm-tsui towns. The
restaurant was in a dingy corner of the
little station, shut off by a glass inclo
sure. It offered the customary supply of
stale cakes and fruit. Its tpore substan
tial offerings were to be enjoyed only be
hind glass doors. Coffee and sandwiches,
cold meats and soup, made up the avail
able menu. All these things were of the
customary rqilroad station quality. No
body accustomed to eating anything bet
ter ever thought of partaking of the sta
tion food except in the most extreme
emergency. The usual lack of cleanli
ness was observable, niul the business
had an air of indifference to a patron's
wishes.
If the food had been better and the lit
tle compartment neater, patronage would
have been greater and the expenses of
running the place not increased in the
least. But the man who kept it was
satisfied with the degree of profit he
made and had tio ambition to improve the
quality of his customers. So the restau
rant remained as untidy and neglected as
it had always been, and there were no
signs of a change. Occasionally there
were murmurs of discontent when cir
cumstances compelled 0110 of the resi
dents of the rather wealthy suburban
community about the town to drink the
weak coffee or eat the stale sandwiches.
But.these protests would have amounted
to nothing had not a large stockholder in
the road been once compelled to undergo
this experience. From that time the res
taurant keeper was doomed. It became
known that he was to go, and that event
corresponded exactly with the ideas of
the two young women. They wanted to
keep the railroad restaurant, saw chances
of a good income out of it and the oppor
tunity of living iu the country. The in
fluence of friends got them the lease of
the restaurant before its first incumbent
retired sullenly, with many mutterings
concerning the rich who tried to take
bread and butter out of the mouth of the
poor, to make way for them.
If anybody ever meets with an ideal
railroad restaurant in a neighboring
state, it will in all probability be this
one, for a second never existed. One of
the partners recently married at the end
of their third year of business, but her
associate carries it on as successfully as
ever. They began by making the place
neat, which was the least expensive of
their improvements, although none of
these made their way of conducting the
place any more costly thjnn their prede
cessor's had been. Two maids in appro
priate dress supplanted the slovenly men
formerly In attendance. All of the
pastries came from the home of one of
the two women, where a cook was en
gaged for a certain time every day pre
paring the articles needed at the restau
rant. In addition to bread, this included
the cold meats. The articles prepared
on the small stove in the restaurant were
only those that required to be served
immediately. The table service was
scrupulously clean, and tho glass luclo
sure of the restaurant was shiny in its
polish.
The increase in business was immedi
ate. During the first mouth the gain was
23 per cent, and at the end of a year
five times as much business as the pro
ceding proprietor had ever known was
coming to these two enterprising young
women. One of them was always in the
restaurant during the daytime. It closed
at 0 o'clock in the evening, and in the
early evening hours one of the maids took
charge of the business. The two women
found that they could support themselves
well on their profits. The railroad peo
ple were delighted at tho redemption of
the place, thereby exhibiting an unsus
pected regard for the comfort of their
patrons. As if every difficulty were to
be removed from their path, the former
proprietor of the place opened a restau
rant across the way and succeeded in
attracting to it just the class of patron
age which-had made them fearful of their
ability to make a success of the scheme.
With these rougher customers out of the
way, the more desirable and profitable
class was more \yiiling to patronize what
bad formerly been shunned by them.—
New York Sun.
Mrs. Clemens plays a very important
part in her husband's (Mark Twain's) lit
erary life. All that he writes passes un
der her severe censorship. She is his
most acute critic, and if there is any
thing ip what ho has written witich does
not meet with her entire approval it goes
straightway to the wustebasket or Is hold
back for revision.
A Woman Journalist.
Here is how Dorothy Dix, otherwise
Mrs. Elizabeth M. Gilmer, of the New
Orleans Picayune in a letter explains
how she became a journalist: "I am a
newspaper woman for the sheer love of it
and hankering after it, and I cannot re
mem her when I did not try my 'prentice
hand. * * * I was born and reared on
a big stock farm in middle Tennessee,
where I grew up with thoroughbred colts
and little negroes, the two subjects that
1 really understand best and that I can
never get away from writing about.
Through Mrs. Nicholson's interest in my
work I became one of the editors of The
Picayune, upon which I have done every
variety of work."
Her only signed articles are the Sunday
"Dorothy Dix Talks," which the paper
features. Mrs. Gilmer's recipe for these
quite famous talks is as follows: "I try
to make a kind of salad with a dash of
the vinegar of satire, plenty of oil of
human kindness, a pinch of the salt of
wit and sugar enough to make it sweet
for the world." Her critics say that she
appeals with singular force to the illiter
ate. This is u high compliment, for it is
far more difficult to win and hold the at
tention of the uncultivated than of the
cultivated reader.
The Third Time Charmed.
Women have the reputation of being
severe judges of their own sex, and not
without cause, it must bo confessed. A
peculiar costume, a disagreeable tone in
the voice, an abruptness of manner
which is quite as likely to be caused by
shyness as indifference, and one woman
conceives an immediate prejudice against
another. There is such a thing as au in
stinctive dislike which a sensitive nature
feels when it comes in contact with in
sincerity, slyness or vulgarity. But
more often we judge another harshly and
unjustly because he or she is a little pe
culiar or because the person in question
has not sufficiently appreciated us. This
sort of dislike is frequently outgrown and
regretted with shame. A friend of the late
Lady Salisbury made this confession:
"The first time I met her she scarcely
looked at me, and I went away and dis
liked her for seven years more. The
third time I found her alone, had a two
hours' talk with her and loved her for
ever after."
nest the Tired llend.
A Frenchman said recently, "Let every
woman have two hours a day of serious
mental occupation, during which the fac
ulties of her ndnd will regain their bal
ance, all her powers will be systematized,
her tired head will be rested, and her
good sense and judgment will regain
their empire, and pence will dwell in her
agitated heart." Every housekeeper
knows the truth of his words. The care
of the home may he a dclighu'nl occupa
tion, but it ought not to exclude every
oilier Interest. There can be no happi
ness fr a woman with brain and imagi
nation in a life that limits her to mere
domestic drudgery. Every housekeeper
should study herself and learn her "one
talent." for she surely has one, and turn
to its development as a relief. By so
doing siie brings added happiness to her
family as well as to herself. The least
companionable wife is the one wholly
occupied by household cares, as all men
know in their souls.
Women Smuggler*.
"No; in my experience in the service 1
have found few women smugglers," said
a custom house officer to an inquisitive
woman who was awaiting the arrival of
a European steamship on one of the
piers. "That old idea that every woman
believes in a high tariff and yet smuggles
every chance she gets is all nonsense."
Not an hour later the selfsame officer
was observed discharging bis official
duty. W itli one baud he lightly tossed
the contents of a steamer trunk and af
fixed his mark to it. The owner of the
trunk, a demure blond, then pointed to
her dress suit ease, but the man merely
glanced at it and turned away. As he
did so the little traveler heaved a sigh
and tipped an expressive wink to the in
quisitive woman who had been watching
the performance. But the man who be
lieves in the honesty of the feminine voy
ager was none the wiser," and his confi
dence is probably still unshaken.
Do Your Eyebrows Meet?
It is sometimes said that if one's eye
brows meet it indicates deceit. Charles
Kingsely indorses this belief, but Tenny
son has other ideas and poetically speaks
of "married brows." In Turkey meeting
eyebrows are greatly 9 dmired, and the
women use artificial means to bring the
brows to this condition.
The Greeks admired brows which al
most met. and the fashionable inhabit
ants of Borne not only approved of them,
but resorted to paint to make up the lack
which sometimes existed. Some proverbs
state that the person whose eyebrows
meet will always have good luck, while
others state exactly the reverse. Some
of the earth's greatest and noblest men
and women have these meeting eye
brows. Some beauties are so proud of
theirs that they would not have them re
moved or "improved" for anything.
The Ivlie<]lve*H Wife.
The wife of the khediv.e of Egypt en
joys a somewhat novel position among
eastern women as the cherished wife of
a devoted husband. It was while tl\o
slave of the valid (dowager) Uhedivah
that the present khedivah, Ikhai Hauein,
won the admiration of tho khedivo. She
is of the Circassian race and possessed,
it is said, of unusual beauty.
Her management of her household re
sembles much the European customs.
European servants perform the duties,
and European governesses instruct her
three daughters. She avoids the paints
and powders so much in vogue among
Egyptian women and iu the matter of
dress prefers European clothing. Her
progressive ideas have led her to share
the education of her children and keep
pace with their studios.
Outstanding; kar*.
r l lie disfigurement of outstanding ears
should be checked in early childhood;
otherwise it is apt to be an obstinate
matter to overcome. Various simple lit
tle pxpedicpts may be resorted to in order
to accomplish the end aimed at. For in
stance, n broad elastic strap or webbing
band passed from the lower part of the
buck of the head obliquely across the
oars to the top of the brow will help
conquer the disfigurement. This band
can be worn at pigUt or for an hour or
two (luring the day. or as an alternative
there is the special ear cap, which has
been invented with the object of encour
aging the ears to lie close against the
head. The muslin caps which years ago
babies used to wear acted in. a great
measure us preventives aguiust obtruding
euro.
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.
A Mischievous Monkey,
A lady once had a monkey who was
very fond of mischief. Mabel, her little
daughter, had 11 very large wax doll.
One day she left the doll on the wash
stand and ran out to play. When she
came back, she saw the monkey with the
doll in his arms washing its face very
solemnly with a towel dipped in hot wa
ter and soap. The girl cried all day, for
the poor doll's face had been entirely
spoiled. Another time when Mabel's
IX A BONNET,
mother came into the room she saw her
new hat walking about *the. room. She
hurried to its rescue, thinking it was be
witched, and found the cunning little
monkey had tried to put it on and had
failed to walk in it correctly. One day
he was found sitting before the wash
stand. with the mirror in one hand and
toothbrush in the other, ready to clean
his teeth.—Martha lluben iu New York
Ilerald.
Eggshell Flowerpots.
Some morning when you have boiled
eggs for breakfast, if you will use care in
breaking the shells and saving theiq, you
can put them to very good use and nfford
yourself a good deal of pleasure. Break
the shells well toward the small end of
tlie egg and put a hole in the bottom of
it. If you live near a florist's, procure a
small amount of rich, black earth from
him—or. better still, if you are fond of go
ing in the woods, get some dirt that is
mixed with rotted leaves—and fill your
little shells or flowerpots with it. Then
purchase some seeds and plant them, and
you will be surprised to see how soon
two little leaves will come poking through
the earth, providing you take good care
of your plants. But the shells in a win
dow where they can have plenty of sun
shine and don't forget to give them a
drink every day. for they get thirsty just
us we do. When your plant has a few
leaves on it, then it should be put in the
ground, for it will soon outgrow its first
home. After it is transplanted it will
grow remarkably fast, and you will soon
be rewarded for your efforts by having
beautiful blossoms on your plant and be
well repaid for the time and work you
have put on it.
Some Funny Witches.
Cut from a piece of pasteboard the out
linos of a hat such as the accompanying
figure (T) shows. By placing this be
tween tho thumb and the forefinger there
may be produced different shadows, smil
ing or cross looking, with noses, chin and
lips short or long, as the performer may
choose.—Chicago Record.
The Valiant llnhblt.
A bunny once made up his mind
lie'd be n robber rabbit,
And everything that he could find
He'd run around and grab it.
lie dug, deep in the darksome woods,
A cave which was a wonder,
Wherein to hide his stolen goods,
His booty and his plunder.
He bought him then a coat of mail,
A award and spear and rifle;
Ho vowed to make the bravest quail
With fears they could not stifle.
He set out on his wild career.
But ore he'd fairly started,
Seized with u sudden sickening fear,
Back to liia home he darted,
For ho hnd seen an awful sight,
With dread his heart was quaking,
And with a frantic, fearful fright
His armored form was shaking.
An awful looking specter had
y
Attacked him with great vigor*
'Twas, like himself, in armor clad,
But three or four tira* bigger. .
Our hero struck out like a man;
The foe would but elude liiin.
last Sir Bunny turned and ran;
The villain still pursued him.
But when he safely reached his cave, /
After tiiis scene exciting,
He said: "Although I'm very brave,
I've had enough of fighting. ' /
"I'll doff my arms and armor too;
Lift- slu uld be gay and glad, oh!"
And that liravo bunny never knew
He'd fought with his own shadow!
—Sally Farrington in Puritan.
The Ostrich n Good Fighter.
Although the ostrich has powerful legs
and. can kick like a mule, his limbs are
very brittle and are easily broken. He
has two toes ou each foot, one being arm
ed with a horny nail, which he uses as his
principal weapon of warfare. When an
unarmed man is attacked by one of these
birds, the chances are very much against
tho man unless he can climb a tree or
jump a five foot wall.
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