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Sleep.
He sees when their lootFteps falter, when
their hearts crow weak and laint,
lh marks when their strength is failing, and
listens to each complaint;
ho biild them rest lor a season, for the path
way has grown too steep;
AnJ, lokled in lair, green pastures,
He giveth His loved ones sleep.
Like weary and worn-ortt children, that sigh
lor the daylight's close,
He knows that they olt are longing lor home
and its swtet repose;
So He calls them in Irom their labors ere tie
shadows around them creep,
And sileDtly watching o'er them,
Ho giveth His loved ones sleep.
He giveth it, oh, so gently! as a mother will
hush to rest
The babe that she soltly pillows so tonderly
on her breast.
Forgotten are now the trials and sorrows
that made them weep;
For with many a soothing promise
He giveth His loved ones sleep.
He giveth it! Friends the dearest can never
this boon bestow;
But He touches the drooping eyelids, and placid
the lcatures grow.
Their loes may gather about them, and storms
may round them sweep,
But, guarding them sate lrom danger,
He giveth Ilia loved ones sleep.
All dread ol the distant future, all fears that
opnrest to-day,
Like mists that clear in the sunlight, have
noiselessly passed away.
Nor call nor clamor can reuse them from
slumbers so pure and deep,
For only His voice can reach them
Who giveth His loved ones sleep.
Weep not that their toils are over; weep not
that their race is run,
God grant we may rest as calmly when our
work, like theirs, is done!
Till then we would yield with gladness our
treasures to Him to keep,
And rejoice in the sweet assurance
He giveth His loved ones sleep.
Golden Hours.
voss.
A group of young men were standing
one morning last April on the banks of
the river Aar, which flows by the
quaint old Swiss town of Berne. There
was Johann Leid, the baker's son, and
Fritz Bund, the wood-carver, and half
a dozen others with tteir sisters and
eweethearts.
Bund, as usual, was loud-mouthed
and voluble. Ho talked with one eye
on the girls to see the effect.
What do sou say to the race, boysP
There is Johann Leid with his big
muscles. I can outrun or throw you in
five minutes, Leid."
Leid nodded, threw off his coat and
was beaten, in both race and wrestle.
He was a big, sheepish-looking fellow,
and grew red with anger.
44 If you want to look well in Jean
nette's eyes," he muttered, "it is
Nicholas Voss you should throw, not
me. She thinks more of his finger then
of your whole braggart body."
Bund was enraged. Everybody saw
that plainly. He looked at Jeannette,
standing with the other girls, like a
modest little lose among flaunting dah
lias. Nicholas Voss" was piaying with
Lb dog on the other side of the field.
He was a quiet, under-sized fellow, the
eon of the schoolmaster. '
Throw Voss ! I could do it with one
Land. No credit in that. The fellow
Las no more strength than a girl, poring
over his books. Til put him to a test
that'll shame him. Jeannette shall see
the stuff the baby is made of. Hey,
Voss !" he shouted.
Nicholas came over, smiling, but
coloring a little as he passed the girls.
He was a diffident, awkward lad, and
felt his arms and legs heavy and in the
way whenever a woman looked r,t
him.
"Come, girls!" cried Bund. The
girls drew nearer, shy, but curious.
" Here's a question of courage to be
settled . Leid wants me to try a throw
with Voss, but it wouldn't be fair, for I
could fling him with one finger, and
blow him over for that matter."
V033 changed color; he played nerv
ously with the dog's collar. He knew
it was true that he could not compete
with Bund in a trial of strength, but it
was hard to be told it; before little
Joanette, too.
"But there's something Voss can do
as well as I."
" What is it P" said Nicholas, eagerly.
" You can swim. Come, jump into
the river yonder with me, and see which
oi us can reach the other shore I"
The girls looked at the river. It was
swollen with the spring floods, and
filled with great lumps of ice which
crunched and tore each other as they
went rushing by.
"Ah, that would be a brave deed !"
tbey said, looking admiringly at Bund.
Jeannette looked, and turned away with
a shudder.
"Well done, Bund I" said the other
iads. "There's no cowardice in Bund,
that's certain !"
Bund tore off his woolen iacket and
coots, straightening himself and clap
Png las hands. He was not sorry that
girls should see his broad chest and
embroidered braces.
"Come, little nne. off with vnnr I
You're a famous swimmer and Jean-
aue 13 looking,1' under his breath, with
nngry flash in his eve.
Nicholas looked at the lads waiting,
ad at the excited, silly girls, and then
M the icy river IJe did not trugt nim.
j look at Jeannette. In summer
ti - Lad often swam the Aar at this very
wnt. But his lungs were weak. He
uear lue sueniest exno.
sure ; to plunge into this flood would be
certain illness perhaps death. And for
no purpose but to gratify the pride of a
vaporing idle fellow.
44 Come, come ! " cried Bund. "A fraid,
ehP"
The lads and girls looked at Voss;
even Jeanette's eyes were fixed curiously
on him.
44 f am not going to swim."
If he had bluffed it out in a strident,
jocular voice, he might have carried the
day. But he was painfully conscious
that they all thought him a coward.
He was a sensitive Lid, and it cut him to
the quick.
"Afraid! afraid!" laughed Bund, in
solently. " Well, Voss, 1 wanted to do
you a good turn, and let the girls see
that you had the making of a man in
ycu. But no matter," turning away
contemptuously. 44 A pity he could not
wear gowns and a bonnet," he said to
Jeannette, loud enough for Voss to
hear.
Voss turned away and went hastily
down the road. He was bitter and
angry, and would not go home to his
old father in that mood. He went to
the bear pits. Now, everybody knows
that bears are a sort oi sacred animal to
the Bernese, and Nicholas, like his
neighbors, took a keen delight in watch
ing the great sluggish beasts .in their
pits. But he had no prid e in them now ;
in fact, though he leaned over the bar
rier and looked with the crowd, he did
not see them at all.
There were many strangers there that
day, principally English travelers and
Americans. Their children were climb
ing about the edge of the pit, as no Ber
nese child would dare to do.
44 Take care, youngsters!" cried a
workman. 44 They are fierce those
monsters down there. An English offi
cer fell in last spring, and though he
fought for his life, that big fellow killed
him."
44 Ach ! See his red eyes, the murder
er !" cried a woman.
All the people stretched their necks to
look where he lay blinking up at them ;
and a stupid nurse-maid, with a child
in her arms, stood on tiptoe to lean fur
ther over. There was a push a
scream.
"The child! AchGott! It is gone!"
The crowd surged and pressed against
the barrier. Voss was almost crushed
upon its edge. For a moment there was
a silence like death as people looked with
straining eyes into the darkness below.
Then they saw the little white heap close
to the wall of the pit. Two of the
smaller bears were snuffing it curiously.
The monster that had killed the Eng
lishman was slowly gathering up his
fore-legs and dragging himself toward
it.
There wasscarcely any sound in the
crowd. Men grew pale and turned
away sick. A woman who had never
seen the child before fell in a dead faint
on the ground. But its mother stood
quite still, leaning over the pit, her
hands held out to it.
There came a wild cry lrom the crowd.
A man had jumped into the pit. The
bear turned, glared at the intruder with
sudden fury, and then rushed upon him.
He dealt it a blow straight between the
eyes; but it fell like a feather on a
stone wall.
He leaps over him !"
44 The others are coming on him !"
4 Ach, what blows!"
44 Well struck !" Again, again !"
shouted the Englishman. .
44 But he can do nothing. He will be
torn to pieces !"
44 Oh, the poor boy!"
44 See, the bear has tern his flesh!"
" He has the child ! He h as the child !
A ladder! A ladder!"
But there was no ladder to be found,
nor weapons of any kind. The mass of
people leaned over, praying, shouting,
sobbing, while the struggle went on be
low as silent as the grave.
The man, bleeding and pale, was
pushed to the wall, the child lifted high
in his arms. The savage brutes sur
rounded hi&t. There was a trunk of a
tree in the center of the pit, placed there
for the bears to climb upon. He meas
ured it with his eye, gathered his
strength, and then, with a mighty
bound, he reached it, and began to
climb. The bears followed to the foot
of the trunk.
44 A rope! a rope!"
The rope was brought and flung to
ward him.
44 He has it! He will tie it about his
waist. No, it is the child he ties. He
will save it first."
He fastened the child, and watched it
swung across in safety. When they
threw him the rope again, he did not
catch it. He was looking at the mother
when tbey put her baby in her arms.
When be had taken the rope and tied
it about him, a hundred strong hands,
English, French, Swiss, were ready to
help pull him up. As he swung across
the chasm, going hali-wy to the bot
tom of the pit, the beast caught at him,
but it's hold slipped, and the animal fell
back with a baffled growl.
Tuere was a great shouting when the
lad stood on the grass in safety; every
body talked at once to his neighbor.
" God be thanked!"
4 That is a brave fellow!"
" Who is he?"
44 It is Nicholas Voss, the school
master's boy."
"Where is he?"
But Nicholas had disappeared in the
confusion.
Nothing else was talked of the next
day in Berne. In the shops and kit
chens, at the balls, in the brilliantly
lighted great houses, even in the gov
ernment council, the story was told, and
the lad was spoken of with praise and
Kindness. At the theater, somebody
called for a cheer for him, and the
whole house rose with the vivats!
Mothers held their babies closer to their
breasts that night, and with tears
prayed God to bless him.
Meanwhile, Nicholas lay in his cot,
attended by his old mother and father.
His legs were sorely torn. But he was
merry and happy, as he always was at
home.
In the afternoon a messenger from
the council knocked at the door and
left an official document. It was a deed
conveying to Nicholas Voss a house
and pasture land in the vicinity of the
town.
Ho put it into his father's wrinkled
hands. 44 Now, father, you are sure of
a home for you and mother," he said.
He fell asleep soon alter that. When
he awoke the sun was setting, and
shone on the bed, and the happy old
people were watching him.
A few days later his father put a lit
tle case into his hands.
44 Look at this, my son ! Never did I
think a lad of mine would reach such
high honor!"
It was the gold medal of the Humane
Society of Switzerland, awarded only to
the bravest.
" And here," said his mother, "is a
bunch of violets which little Jeannette
left for you."
Nicholas' eyes shone as he looked at
the medal. But the flowers he held close
to his lips.
Hibernian Courtship.
Gal way is one of the few towns of Ire
land that still clings to its primitive
simplicity in dross and custom. The
"love matches of Connaught" are spoken
of by the more civilized provinces
with supreme contempt. 44 Love in a
cottage," or rather in a hovel, is a real
every-day occurrence there. It is usually
supposed that the Irish are very suscep
tible to the "tender passion," but we
doubt this being the case, especially
among the peasantry of the present day,
who are too wise to let their heart ge
the better of their head. No man of
sense will allow himself to fall in love
with a girl, however charming she may
be, unless he has ascertained that she
has some worldly advantage to recom
mend her besides her face. Consequently
the same bartering goes on about mar
riage as about other matters.
In a certain village we know of it used
to be the custom to employ a confi
dential friend, considered suitable for
the purpose, to look out for a wife for
any one desiring to settle in life. The
usual stipulation was that she should
have 44 three F's," namely, family, face
and fortune. These requirements were
not easily obtained, as may be imagined.
A man would remain a bachelor all his
days sooner than marry a penniless
girl. Indeed, to do these wise heads
justice, we must own that there are very
few cases on record of men who have
so far forgotten what was due to them
selves as to fall in love with a penni
less girl of obscure family. No, the
bride-elect must have either cattle, or a
farm, or something to recommend her,
or, be she a very Venus for beauty, she
may remain all her life unsought for,
and 44 waste all her sweetness on the
desert air." The pioneer sent out on
this delicate matter of investigation
must be a man of experience, prudence
and judgment, who will go about his
work cautiously. But even the most
experienced in this line of commerce are
liable to err, as the following anecdote
will show: A father wishing to get his
daughter, who was portioned, married
to a wealthy man, sent out .the village
oracle to investigate.
After some little time the pioneer re
turned with a brilliant account of his
success; he had heard of just the man
thatwould do. Accordingly on a given
day the father went to the desirable
personage to inspect matters. True
enough, there were plenty of cows graz
ing in the meadows, cars fall of hay,
ready for sale, a sty full of pigs, flocks
of geese, etc. No sooner was the mar
riage accomplished than all the bride
groom's possessions melted into air, and
it was discovered that he was as poor
as a 44 church mouse." He had gained
a rich wife, and had nothing to give in
return; the cattle, geese, hay, etc., had
all been borrowed from neighbors, and
set out for inspection on the day that
the bargain was to be completed. It
must be owned that one's sympathies
go with the improvident Connaught
" boy," who marries the cirl he loves
without thinking of her portion, even
though love in a hovel in the midst of a
bog, and a swarm of healthy barefooted
children, be the result. Leisure Hour.
Words of Wisdom.
What is joyP A sunbeam between
two clouds.
Beware of the man who hates the
laugh of a child.
Strong minds, like hardy evergreens
are most verdant in winter; when feeble
ones, like tender summer plants, are
leafless.
If you can say nothing good of any
one say nothing at all, for in friendship
as in love we are often happier in our
knowledge.
Good temper is, like a summer day,
the sweetener of toil and soother of dis
quietude. It sheds a brightness over
everything.
The modern majesty consists in work.
What a man can do is his greatest or
nament, and he always consults his
1 dignity by doing it.
The Cotton King.
ftTr. Richardson, of Cresson, Miss., is
the largest cotton planter in tne world,
and is the cotton king of America. He
has worked hard all his life, and is still
working. He is popular with the
masses, and especially so with his
colored laborers. He is generally be
lieved to have accumulated from $15,
000,000 to $20,000,000, all made in the
South, the poor South. Eight hundred
hands are employed in the factories,
three-fourths of whom are women
gathered from the surrounding country,
good, faithful, industrious and intelli
gent. The remaining -fourth are men
and boys, gathered from various places,
a few from the North and a few from
England and Scotland, who work 400
looms and 13,000 spindles.
In cotton these mills consume daily
from eighteen to twenty bale3, besides
an enormous quantity of wool obtained
mostly from the Florida parishes of
Louisiana on Lake Pontchartrain. The
prices of the products of these mills are
kept down to rock bottom, and these
mills being situated in the southern cot
ton belt and in the wool producing dis
tricts, and no freights to pay on cotton,
their facilities for buying the raw mate
rial are without doubt unsurpassed and
they can thus undersell all others.
Their savings in freight, having to pay
none at all, amounts to seven or eight
dollars per bale. These goods find a
ready sale in all the large cities.
The mills are now running day and
night, using the Brush electric lights,
making the buildings as bright as day.
The night hands are separate and distinct
from those that work in the day. All
hands work harmoniously together.
There has never been a strike or any
threats of such a thing. There is no
colored labor employed, except five men
as firemen. This labor cannot be util
ized to manage the looms and spindles.
The monotonous humming and droning
of the machinery, it is claimed, would
invariably soothe the negro to sleep and
let the looms run wild and the spindles
foul. Hence he is not considered avail
able as a laborer in cotton factories.
Cresson is a very thriving town, and its
population orderly and temperate. There
is not a grog shop in the town. Louis
ville Courier Journnl
A Fantastic Fair.
The Figaro states that two phonom
znal specimens of humanity are now
in Paris; one is a giant and the other a
dwarf. The giant named Nicolai Simon
off, seven feet five inches high, is a
young Russian of twenty-four, who
served in the body-guard of the em
peror of Russia during the Turkish
campaign. He is one of the one hun
dred and seventy men who forced a
passage across the Danube near Sem
nitza on the 15th of June. 1877, and was
rewarded with the Saint-George medal
for his bravery. During the war many
of his companions fell around him while
he escaped unhurt, and as some people
expressed their astonishment at the
fact, " It is very simple," he said ; " All
the shots passed between my legs.1'
Nicolai Simonoff began to grow so enor
mously only when he was about twenty ;
until eighteen he was of ordinary stat
ure. He had married before joining the
military service, and on his return his
wife, much astonished to see a giant
enter her house as her husband, refused
to recognize him.
Princess Paulina, the dwarf, is Dutch ;
Bhe measures only one foot two inches.
The giant holds her on his strctched-out
palm.
How Andersonville Looks.
The Andersonville prison has just
been visited by a correspondent, who
found oaks fifteen feet high growing on
part of it, while near the southern limit
was a thrifty cotton field. The caves
in which the men burrowed are all
gone. On the north hill, which sent its
slope down to the south, the rains of
fifteen years have carried away their
roofs and have washed the earth away
until they have gullied ravens thirty
feet across at the top, and deep, with
crumbling, perciptious sides. On the
south hill, facing the north, the caves
are marked only by the depressions of
ground where the roofs have fallen. The
hollows have not entirely filled, and
probably never will, now that they are
covered with the meager grass and
weeds of Southern Georgia. The stream
is now a clean brook about four feet
wide and ten inches deep. The sides
which, trodden down by the feet of tens
of thousand of men daily, were a soggy
quagmire, are gaining solidity, though
still swampy, and in some places impass
able. How the Landlord Managed It.
Two new tenants, a doctor and a man
of family, had just moved into the
building. On comparing notes they
discovered that they were paying more
rent than their predecessors in the lodg
ings.
This was how the wily landlord had
managed it : He had said to the man of
family: 44 These seeond-story rooms
are precisely what you want: and there
is a doctor in the story just above you,
so that if any member of your family is
taken sick all you have to do is to slip
upstairs and summon him. Why, it is
worth 200 francs a year for convenience
and satisfaction!"
And unto the doctor he had said:
"There is a man downstairs with
eleven children and a wife, and none oi
them seems ever to have seen a well day
Why, it's a regular bonanza! Four
hundred francs a year in your pocket at
the very least ! "Paris Paper.
A BABY WITH TWO BEADS.
A. 8 trail ere creture In the Smithsonian
Institute Mystery as to its Origin.
A recent letter from Washington to
the Philadelphia Times says ; One of the
officers of the Smithsonian Institute sent
me a note a day or two ago asking me
to come over and sea the strangest thing
that had ever been in the institution. I
went, as a matter of course, and was
surely shown a very amazing thing. It
was a two-headed baby, nicely dried and
preserved. It was about a foot long.
The heads, about the size of a base ball,
were perfect, and so were the
two trunks, which came together at the
waist. The shoulders seemed to be per
fect, the four arms were perfect, and the
two chests were, so far as I could see,
natural and normal. The hips ap
peared about the proper size for an in
fant of that age, and the legs and feet
were natural. Every part of the boys
to the hips seemed natural. Here the
ribs seemed to gro.w together. The right
arm of the left boy was over the head of
the other boy, while the left arm of the
right boy was around the neck of the
other. The other arms were stretched
along the sides. The child or children
were larger than usual at birth, and it
is a conjecture whether it or they may
not have been born alive. The scientists
have not examined it critically; but so
far there does not seem to be any nat
ural reason why the children should not
have lived. It is certainlv a more
curious freak of nature than the Sia
mese twins, except m the matter of
living. The remains arrived a day
two ago from a Southern State.
The case is enshrouded in a good
deal of mystery and still more secrecy.
The authorities pretend that they have
not a full history of the singular thine,
and whether they have or not it is
doubtful that it will ever be given to the
public. Even tne " specimen " itself is
kept locked up in a room with a lot of
rattlesnakes, and the people are not al
lowed to see it, and this is the first pub
lication about it that has ever been
made. The probability is that the ex
istence of such a child was concealed
by the parents, and that the remains
were found by accident, the parents be
ing ignorant of the finding. One thing
noticed particularly about these babv.
or that babies, and that tt s the shape
of the heads. They were as well de
veloped heads as I ever saw. They
were large at the top and the foreheads
were full and it did not slope back like
the Siamese twins. What is to become
with him is a question no one can an
swer at the Smithsonian.
Ole Boll's Costliest Fiddle.
" In 1839 I gave sixteen concerts at
Vienna, and then Rhehazek was the
great violin collector. I saw at his
house this violin for the first time. I
just went wild over it. 4 Will you sell
it ?' I asked. Ye3.' was the reply, 4 for
one-quarter of all Vienna.' Now
Rhehazek was really as poor as a church
mouse. Though he had no end of
money put out in the most valuable in
struments, he never sold any of them
except when forced by hunger. I invited
Rhehazek to my concerts. I wanted to
buy the violin so much that I made
him some tempting offers. One day he
said to me: 4 See here, Ole Bull, if I do
sell the violin, you shall have the
preference at 4,000 ducats.' 4 Agreed,'
I cried, though I knew it was a big
sum.
" That violin came strolling, or play
ing, rather, through my brain for some
years. It was in 1841. I was in Leip
sic, giving concerts. Liszt was there,
and so also Mendelssohn. One day we
were all dining together. Wc were
having a splendid time. During the
dinner came an immense letter with a
seal an official document. Said Men
delssohn : 4 Use no ceremony ; open your
letter.' 'What an awful seal!' cried
Liszt. 4 With your permission,' said
I, and I opened the letter. It
was from Rhehazek's son, for
the collector was dead. His father had
said that the violin should be offered to
me at the price he had mentioned. I
told Liszt and Mendelssohn about the
price. 4 You man from Norway, you are
crazy,' said L'szt. 'Unheard of extrava
gance, which on'y a fiddler is capable
of,' exclaimed Mendelssohn. 4 Have
you ever tried it ?' they both inquired.
4 Never,' I answered, for it cannot be
played on at all just now.'
44 1 never felt happier than when I felt
sure that the prize was mine. Origi
nally the bridge was of box-wood, with
two fishes carved on it that was the
zodiacal sign of my birthday, February
which was a good sign. Oh, the good
times that violin and I have had ! As to
its history, Rhehazek told me that in
1809, when Innspruck was taken by the
French, the soldiers sacked the town.
This violin had been placed in the Inn
spruck museum by Cardinal Aldobrandi
at the close of the sixteenth century A
French soldier looted it, and sold it to
Rhehazek for a trifla. This is the came
violin that I played on when I first
came to the United States, in the Park
theater. That was on Evacuation day,
1843. I went to the Astor house, and
made a joke; I am quite capable of doing
such things. It was the dtiy wh? n John
Bull went out and Ole Bull came in. I
remember that at the very fiist concert
one of my strings broke, and I had to
work out my piece on the three strings,
and it was supposed I did it on pur
pose." M it per s Magazine.
Professor Watson, the astronomer of
'.he Michigan observatory, whose death
took place recently, was the discoverer
of no less than ninetesn planets and
tsteroids and of two comets.
A ITe'plng Hand
"Every man's Nemean Lion lies in waiting
for him somewhere." Rutkin.
There was a small crowd of boys and
men congregated upon an uptown cor
ner the other morning, and the occasion
of it was a horse fallen in the harness
a respectable-looking horse drawing a
respectable-looking milk wagon, and
driven by a boy, who now tugged at his
head, vainly urging him to rise.
'Jerk him up," called a man who
stood on the sidewalk with both hands
in his pockets. "Give him the whip."
Each one shouted out some advice,
but no one volunteered to assist the boy,
who was just far enough away from his
childhood to feel like having a good cry ;
but he coaxed and pulled at the horse
that now lay quite still, end with horse
sense did not try to move on the slip
pery ice, but stretched his neck out in a
way that brought despair to the heart
of the boy, who believed he was going
to die on his hands.
Just then a man came walking briskly
along and saw the prostrate horse, and
the disconsclate-looking boy; he car
ried a heavy piece of machinery in one
hand, but this he laid aside as he stepped
out to the hcrse and began to take off
the harness. In a moment he had run
the shafts back and left the horse free.
Then he took the briddle-rein, gave a
ijuick, sharp cherup and the animal
sprung to his feet and gave himself a
great shake; the man helped the boy re-
harness him, the two exchanged a smile
of thanks and welcome, and then the
man picked up his machinery and
walked cheerily off one way, &s the boy
drove on another. He had slain the
Nemean lion to begin the day, and we
may well believe that when evening
came he would be one of those who can
sing:
"Something accomplished, something done
Has earned a night's repose."
An old colored woman stopped at a
corner of one of the most fashionable
thoroughfares the other afternoon, just
before nightfall, and looked disconso
lately uo and down the street; then she
appealed to a beautiful girl in a Raphael
hat and with eyes like some pictured
saint who tripped along in rich and
costly attire: 44 Please, miss, mought
this be Anthony street, deary," but only
a look from the beautiful eyes was
vouchsafed her. Then came some fair
and prosperous matrons, all laughing
and chatting over their Christmas pur
chases. The old aunty, with her with
ered face stood in the way. 44 Please,
honeys, will ye direct me to Anthony
street? Ise done got lost."
"We never heard of such a street,"
they said, and wu laughing on. It
was a weary professor going home from
instrumental lesson-giving, with the
merest breath of life left in him, who
stopped and said: 44 You mean Antoine
street, aunty," and he turned her in the
right direction, and saw that she fol
lowed it. And so he had slain his
Nemean lion before he slept.
For the difficulty of moment in the
path of everybody is the small, homely,
unheroic duty, which is so unbeautiful
we will not see it, and has so little
grandeur with which to invest us when
we have performed it. Who of us cares
to be seen assisting an old woman with
an overburden of unwashed clothes, or
a blind man groping behind a wheel
barrow. The fear of ridicule is stronger
than the creed of ages. Detroit Free
Press.
A Joke on the Shark.
The pearl divers on the Coromandel
coast are not infrequently attacked by
ground-sharks. As a rule, a shark will
leave a man with a dark skin alone, but
when hungry it rarely makes a difference
between a European and a Hindoo.
Knowing this, the divers of whom I
speak frequently arm themselves with a
stout bamboo in the shape of a cross,
with the extremities made sharp. With
this four-pointed dagger they will dare
any shark to seize them, for as the
menster turns on his back and
opens bis mouth for the bite, they
dexterously thrust the bamboo cross
between its jaws. Great care is taken
of the strength of the bamboo; the con
sequence is that the shark, on closing
its mouth to obtain the first taste of his
anticipated meal, drives the spike well
home between its jaws. Fishermen
say that when a shark has a sturdy,
well-pointed and placed bamboo cross
fixed in its distended mouth, no efforts
of the creature can rid it of the wood.
Its efforts are described as being often
furious aud comic. The diver, as soon
as he has impaled his enemy, has to get
out of the way as fast as possible, as a
blow from the tail of an infuriated shark
is no joke. As for the comic side of the
picture, it must be a ludicrous sight for
little fishes to witness, to see their
dreaded, but now impotent, arch-foe
wildly tearing about hither and thither
in the deep, with a cross-bar between
his distended jaws.
Bojs Who tuu it oo jien.
Boys, do you wish to make your mark
in the world ? Do you wish to be men t
Then observe the following rules ;
Hold integrity sacred.
Observe good manners.
Endure trials patiently.
Be prompt in all things.
Make few acquaintances.
Yield not to discouragements.
Dare to do right, fear to do wrong.
Watch carefully over your passions.
Fight life's battles bravely, manfully.
Consider well, then decide positively.
Sacrifice money rather than principle
Use all your leisure time for improve
ment.
Attend carefully to the details of your
business.
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS.
There are 3,000 miles of canals in
France.
You may give the cold shoulder to the
poor; but let it be of muiton, says the
Yonkers Gazette.
Some of the palm trees in Jay Gould s
late conservatory on the Hudson were
over 5C0 years old.
A Nevada critic, speaking of a harpist,
said : 44 We never before knew ther 3 was
so much music in a gridiron."
The cook who can give sage advice
does not always put the right herbs in
the soup. New York Herald.
The military enrollment of Con
necticut shows that there are in the
State 79,236 citizens fit for military
duty.
44 Kissing your sweetheart," say? h
trifling young man, 44 is like eating Sjap
with a fork; it takes a long time to
get enough."
A railroad station would seem to be
the best place for marriage or divorce,
for they are used to coupling and un
coupling there.
The comparative value of wood and
coal as fuel is shown by the fact that two
and a quarter pounds of dry wood equal
one pound of soft coal. -
An Iowa judge, although sixty-eight
vears of age and considered a pretty
well educated man, has entered a col
lege in Boston as a student.
Detroit, Mich., has 820 manufactur
ing establishments representing an in
vested capital of $13,226,373, and giving
employment to 17,870 skilled workmen.
By investigation at the records in the
treasury, Washington, it is found that
out of the 630 millions registered bonds
less than 159 millions are held by for
eigners. The Baron Charles de Rothschild, ot
Frankfort, is reported to have just pur
chased lor his collection one of the most
superb and expensive silver gilt cups in
the world. It cost $150,000.
Jute culture is one of the rising in
dustries. In North Carolina alone 1,200,-
000 yards of jute c.lcth are used annually
for cotton baling. It can be produced
at one-eighth the cost of cotton.
The great glacier which gives rise to
the Zarafshan river in Central Asia has
been explored and recently described by
Mr. Mushketof, a Russian geologist. It
is fifteen miles long, and a mile wide.
The Empress Eugenie is a very wealthy
woman, one Das estates in Hungary,
Spain, France, S witzcrland, Italy and
England. She has, besides, the product
of savings and speculations and the in
surance on the life of her late husbmd.
Some English sparrows built their
nests in a box that had a mirror back,
and nearly exhausted themselves fight
ing their own reflections. Failing to
get satisfaction, they have resorted to
arge pieces of gravel, which they take
in their bills and beat forcibly against
the mirror.
There are only 15,000 real estate hold
ers in New York city in a population of
1,000,000. The tenement-house system
is the only resort of the masses, and
about 600,000 of the population live in.
this manner. The entire Fifth avenue,
three miles long, contains a smaller
number than some of the more densely
populated squares -
A bug has turned up in Asia Minor
which feeds upon the eggs of the locust.
Where a cluster of locust eggs is exam
ined the destroying insect appears in the
midst ot them. Locusts from time im
memorial have made themselves dis
liked in Asi i, and the new bug, which
is believed to deposit its eggs in the live
locust's body, has general sympathy and
encouragement.
Sameschima, the Japanese ambassador
to France, who has just died in Paris of
pulmonary consumption, looked aim st
boyish, although approaching middle
age. His manners were amiable and nis
and Madame Sameschima's receptions
were a pleasant winter feature of Paris
ian society. The body of the ambas
sador was shown to a few friends in a
sitting position and propped up with pil
lows, as it was when gasping for breath
he died, and there was in the mor
tuary chambers a service according to
the Buddhist ritual, which Buddhists
only were invited to attend.
Of course Sne ranea.
44 So she's all broken up, ehP" replied
a Detroit landlady when she heard of
the failure of another woman in the
same business in Toledo. 44 Well, I knew
it was only a question of time. I was in
her house for a week, and I saw plainly
that she had no economy about her. I
tell you, a landlady must think and
plan."
44 Yes.'-
"Not only in great things, but in
small. There's philosophy in running
a boarding-house."
"HowP"
44 Well, I can't stop to tell you more
than one instance. I have buckwheat
pancakes every morning for breakfast
for fourteen boarders. They use butter
on their cakes. I keep the butter on ice
until it is as hard as a rock. Tee cakes
are allplaced on the table, not smoking
hot, but mildly warm just warm
enough to soften the outside of a lump
of butter. In this way I make a saving
of two pounds of butter per week over
the usual way of rushing on hot psn-.
cakes. It's only one dodge out of a
hundred, but the landlady who doesn't
play more or less of them must ulti
mately come to grief." Detroit Fre
"Press.
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