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liy the laks b-fyond iba meadow,
'' w"her-i tbe Mies blow,
An the ypniiK moou dipt and lifted
ffn reflected bow;
Lived nd died a dream of btauty,
Mauy )in ago.
Honiethinp made the milk-white blossoms
Even whiter grow :
Something t ave (he dying sunset
An luteuaer glow,
Ad eariebed tbe cup of pleasure,
' Fillud tooveiflow.
Hope was frail, and passion fleeting ;
' It la Often eo ;
Vimons born of golden aunseta
' With the sansets go ;
To have loved Is to bar suffered
"Martyrdom below.
By the lake beyond the meadow,
Where tbe lilii s blow,
(lb. lb glory there that perished
-Noti shall em know
When' rihtnau huart was broken
KTaby years ago.'
A Bound-Girl's Valentine.
HV UL1VK IIKI.1..
Februar'Had come In like a lamb.
The grass cm the sloping hillsides around
a cosy farmnouse,on the outskirts of the
village of Riverside, looked green and
inviting in the psji yellpw (low of the
setting sun. There was a peculiar
opaline tint in the cloudless sky, and
farnltht Wt, some broad bars crossed
the horizon like crimson banners. The
air was? warm, And heavy with the frUr
granoe 'of 'moist' ferni and velvety
mosses that grew rank and wild in the
strip of dense woodland that skirted
the. river,, where a young girl stood,
shading her eyes with her Iiand, an she
gazed up at the opaline sky, out of
which the sunset glow was slowly
Hilling; then down at, the blue waters
that flowed at her feet with a musical
ripple.
No one that she was aware of bad
ever told Nellie Blaine Margaret
Allen's bound girl that she was a
beauty. Yet she was one, for all that,
and only lacked the cosily setting that
embellishes less charming gems, to
translorm her Into what the world
might call a ''lovely woman."
A wild losesojtof a beauty she was,
too, wow'erfiilly Unarming in her un
conscious loveliness, so shy that a kind
word would sfnd floods of crimson into
the pyach like checks, and the slightest
frown make the scarlet lips quiver like
a baby's. There w as a spice of romance
in her nature, born, perhaps, of her
utter loneliness, for never, since she
C4utd remember, bad Nellie heard a
voice with a truly loving ring In it, for
her parents had died when slfo was a
helpless- infant, and Miss Allen, al
though a strictly moral and religious
woman, diil not believe in wasting her
pieclous affections on a bound girl.
'Nellie!" screamed a shrill voice; rr
Nellie was Just going off into a delicious
dnv-(lream. "what are you doing?''
Nellie hastily snatched up a pall
which she had heedlessly dropped,
tilled it with water from the liver, and
turned homeward.
Miss Margaret met hr at the garden
gate, wrath In her cold gray eves, and
ner hair in slid curl papers, that always
renMinlcfl Nellie of porcupine quills.
"Wlmt on earth weie you standing
therefor, staring at the sky?" she ex
claimed, as Nellie reached her side.
"Did 1 not tell you to hurry? Mr. Ja
nilson will be here presently. Give ine
that bucket; you know I'm always a
frlht when I don't bathe my faco In
that river water."
Nellie meekly handed over the pall,
with a mirthful twinkle in her bright,
dark eyex, for Mr. Jamison was the new
minister, a man popular for his elo
quence and many virtues; and Miss
Allen, who was at least teu years his
senior had ben one of the first ladles
In his congregation to impress him fa
vorably, for the ieal with which she
entered into all his charitable projects
was truly encouraging.
"Now, Nellie," said Miss Margaret,
when they reached the doorstep, "go
into the parlor and see that Che light is
not,fW K'iruift- You. ki'ow I always
look best when tho light is mellow."
"YWs, ttia'am."
"Th$i brink in some fresh water and
havfrtli Cttko lit readiness. Mr. Jami
son t'a lover of good cakes. And do,
for pity Vdake, keep yourself out of his
sight. 'If he caught a glimpse of you,
he would. think 1 had established a rag
ged school.",
Nellie stood under the lall lamp,
lookiue up at Miss Margaret, wio had
paused on the stairs to deliver this last
order. ,
"It Is not my fauU If I am iu rags,"
flashed OUt NeUle, with flaming cheeks.
"1 have uot a decent dress in tbe
world."
"You have as good as I can afford,"
grumbled Miss Margaret, frowning at
the young girl, whose bright loveliness
star tie djier. ''Every cent I can spare
must go to the heathen this . winter.
Now go about your work, and; no more
coinpUlntt.Vv r
NeUtyj turned slowly Inio tho parlor,
a smilo.playlng aboujfher ripe lips. Sho
was. .nervously .twitching at the torn
sleeves of her waterproof dress, and
started back aghast wljeu her eyes fell
on a tall figure that stood between her
and the light; a curious light in the
clear blue eyes. tliW i(!rncd',to take in
Nellie's outfit from head 'to foot.
"Mr. Jamison I" she exclalrried," with
a sort ofjtasp, "I did not expect to meet
DoBb'iit.'' M'is's'' Allen must
have been out of tho house when I came
in, as 1 saw ho one. Do you wish to
see hcr?'!.aW.Mr. Jamison,, gently,
lookimf kefaflr iftthe ytrdrhr girl, whord
ho supposed to be ope of, Miss , Allen's
needy neighbors, as he had often no
ticed her iii some retlred.corner of Ids
church, poorly dressed and so sad look
ing, that lie had often longed to say
some kind word to her.
"Me!" echoed Nellie, with an amused
smile. "I live here."
"Live here! With Miss Allen?"
"Live with MIxS Allen I" with a merry
laugh at Mr. Jamison's surprise. "1
am her bound-girl, and of no account
to anybody."
'Strange'" said Mr. Jamison, with a
compassionate glance at tills ill-clad
domestic heathen. "I have been a fre
quent visitor at this house for the last
three months, and never met you."
"1 never ee anyone," replied Nellie,
shyly lifting her eyes to the face that,
for the last three months, she had been
studying with an admiration that seemed
almost a aiu,
"How old are you ?"
"1 Will be eighteen on St. Valentine's
eve."
4 Ah! You will be free then."
There was a world of relief In Mr.
Jamison's voice. He gazed reflectively
into the tire a moment or two, then
looked at Nellie, who was nervously
turning down the lights, until the room
was bathed iu a mellow glow that
heightened the beauty of her own rosy
face wonderfully.
"Miss ," began Mr. Jamison,
slow ly.
"Call me Nellie, Nellie Blaine,
please!" interrupted Nellie with a
blush.
"Well, Nellie, what do you propose
to do with yourself after St. Valentine's
day V Stay with Miss Allen, of course."
"No," cried Nellie, with a look of
dismay; "t will die first."
Mr. Jamison looked serious. He had I
thought himself a good judge of human
nature; but It struck him there must be j
a page In Miss Allen's life that was a
sealed book to the world s eyes.
"11 you need a friend, remember no
one will help you so readily as your
pastor," he said, as Nellie was flitting
out of the room. She nodded her thanks,
her eyes meeting his one moment, with
a glance that strangely upset the grave
minister's thoughts. In fact, he was so
thoughtful and reserved all that even
ing, that Miss Allen, with all her bland
ishments lulled to arouse him, and petu
lantly remarked to Nellie the next
morning that he scarcely tasted the
cake after her wasting a dozen of eggs
iu its concoction.
The nest Sabbath, Mr. Jamison
preached a stirring sermon from the
lext: "The poor ye have always with
you." The little rosy face, and shining
eyes in the shadowy corner, gave him
inspiration, and the clasp of her little
brown fingers after service, was a bliss
ful reward ; lor there was something In
Nellie's lace that told him, his words
were a heavenly balm to the louely
girl-heart.
"Was not that splendid, Nellie?"
Miss Allen remarked to her bound girl,
ns she stood before the dining-room
grate, after her walk from church.
"What?" Nellie said, absently.
"Why, that sermon of Mr. Jamison's.
Why Mrs. Latham looked like a con
demned criminal. Everybody known
she uses that bound girl of hers like a
heathen "
Nellie looked amused.
"alie lo better clad, aud better fed,
than some eople 1 Uiow of," she said.
"Yourself for lii:-laiice," snapped
Miss Allen, tier foriy-year old face
lluoliing hotly. "But you have better
clothing than you deserve.
''I have done ury duty to you," qui
etly returned Nellie, thinking a hale
bitterly ot the j ears of thankless boud
age she had spent in this woman's ser
vice. "1 have had no girlhood no
youth" have gone half clad, conilorlleps
and unloved all my life," sne added,
drearily, more to herself than to MUs
Allen, w ho was selfishly hugging to her
heart tbe delusion that Mi'. Jamison's
sermon did not suit her.
Mr. Jamison came to the farmhouse
almost daily now, aud somehow it hap
pened that iu going out, or coming iu,
he met Nellie, who w atched for his foot
tall, with an eagerness that eut a rich
glow Into her round cheeks. She never
dreamt this sudden flushing of cheek
or blow, at his slightest smile, or some
trifling act of kindness, meant anything
but a respectlul esteem lor Ills worth ms
a minister, on her part; or l lie Interest
he plainly manifested In her favor was
any thing but the result of that almost
divine compassion, wtDch led him to
follow the commands of his Master with
such real and courage.
While his coining made the hours
brighter for Nellie, Miss A lien w as
jubilant with excitement. She had long
angled for a husband, w ho would suit
her lastes, socially and morally ; but
none had been so blind as to see the
tempting bails she held out to them.
Mr. Jamison was a man to attract any
woman, and Margaret Allen, with the
obstinacy of old maids, who can never
see they art an old maid, laid siege to
his heart, with a pertinacity worthy of
a better cause. But Mr. Jamison was
willing to discuss any subject with her
but love, although, as she remarked to
Nellie, actions speak louder than words
and surely his visits to the farmhouse
were actuated by something deeper than
love for tho heathen.
' I have given more money to tho
missionaries this winter than 1 ever did
In my life before," grumbled Miss Allen
one Sabbath evening, "and what have I
gained by it. Nellie, you can take a
walk if you wish too."
For the light In Nellie's eves had
grown so sparkling of late that her mis
tress was lad to have tho fresh young
face out ot her sight.
Nelliex rejoiced at the respite, took up
her hood and ran out of the house into
the balmy twilight of this February
evening, for tho spring-like softness
still lingered, and the grass was spring
ing up in the warm sunny meadows
where Nellie loved to ramble. Her
heart was full of sweet, undefined long
ings longftigs for ' home, and home
caresses, for some pure life of slmpic
love that would flow on like some
peaceful river, when Mr. Jaunsou came
upon her, leaning against a stile", with
a rapt look in her beautiful eyes.
"Nellie," he said, in his gentle way,
taking the slim brown hands in hK "1
am glad 1 met you. My life is full of
cares and crosses and discouragement,
and I always feel as if there whs some
thing in your honest sympathy that
rests me."
"How can I benefit you?" Nellie
says, shyly "I who am so poor and
weak and friendless."
"In many wavs."
And 1 think Mr. Jamison succeeded
in convincing Nellie that she was of
some account to Win, for, as tln-y si rayed
down the path towards ids chinch, her
face grew absolutely uazzllug, mid her
laugh rang out like a happy child's.
"is there anything 1 can do for you,
Nellie?" Mr. Jamison said at parting
"anything that will make your lite
brighter.'7
Nellie's eye's drooped beneath the
tender glance of the clear blue eyes,
but a second later she looked up ro
guishly and said :
"You you might Bend nie a Valen
tine." He laughed the cheerful laujrh of a
man who is at peace with himself and
all the world.
"You shall have one, Nellie mind, 1
do not say it will be from me."
But Nellie knew it would certainly
be from him, and walked back to the
house with a hymn on her lips, while
the holy calm of the Sabbath twilight
deepened around her, and a robin, high
up in the locusts, burst out in a happy
song, as if to re-echo her gladness.
"Nellie," Miss Allen said to her on
St. Valentine's Eve, "Mr. Jamison was
here to-day.
As if Nellie did not know. As if her
hand had not rested one instant in his,
and his glance sent her back to her
work with a light heart.
"Well," she said, going on with her
ironing placidly.
"And he mud he would be here in the
morning to ask me to give up something
1 ought to be very loth to part with.
Now, Nellie, do you think I ought to
hesitate to give my heart into the keep
ing of such a good mini, for 1 am sun;
that is wtiat he wauls."
Nellie looked pityingly at the failed
face of the woman who sat before the
kitchen fire, ga.ing into the coals, with
a sentimental expression in her dull,
eyes, and regretted that she would be
the cause ot another disappointment to
tills unsatisfied heart, that still crated
the love aud admiration that had by
some mischance missed her iu her girl
hood. "What do you say, Nellie?" she went
on; "will I marry him or not? 1 think
1 would be a good wife, and a useful
one."
"Marry him by all moans, Miss Mar
garet, if he asks you." wa Nellie's low
reply, her own heart thumping rebelli
ously all the while.
"if he asks me! He certainly
do that," sai l Miss Margaret, iu her
self-salistied way. Then, when my Iu
lure is settled, 1 will arrange lor yours."
Nellie blushed rosier than ever, her
thoughts going out Iroiu that hot, close
kitchen, to at. Valentine, who, even
now, was busy gathering up loving
missives aud quaint devices to ieud
atloar among lue youtiis and maidens
who watched for their coining with
such eager eyes.
What would eomo for her? A heart,
a hand, or, betler tuaii all, the lve ol
an upright, pure-minded man, whose
love was almost loo great, loo grand,
and too glorious Inr a puor, unlearned
glli like Nellie, who bad learned sucli
patient lcssoiis of love ami loroearance
iu the hard school ol dependence?
All that February night Nellie's
dreams were disturbed by llie fluttering
of white pinions aud the dropping ol
wonderful love missives on her linle
dingy couch. But she wan U wllri the
dawu, tho light of in ward peace on her
radiant face, the smiles ol con lent
w realbing her red lips
Miss Margar'it was wandering about
the house, restless and walnlol.
' He s coming, Nellie, slie said at
last, as Mr. Jamison's tall figure came
In sight. "I declare 1 dnu'l see how 1
tvlll get through the ordeal decently.
Hand ine my salts, .Nellie
Nellie obeyed, iheu crept softly out of
the room. On the side niazz.i she Ian
her hai.d in Mr. Jamison's broad palm.
"I will be your valentine, Nellie," lie
said softly. "Will you take me?"
"Oh, Mr. Jamison ! Ism not worthy
of you-ludecd I am not," Nellie said,
with a quiver in her fresh young voice.
"Take me, Nellie,'' lie urged; "M.
Valentine himself could not oiler you a
better one."
He laughed, and Nellie blushed hotly,
but finally held up her lips for his
kisses.
"Mr. Jamison Nellie! screamei
hysterical voice, and w
elinir around I
. ,i
suddenly, the lovers saw the passion
distorted face of Miss Margaret. She
was holding to the door knob for sup
port, and really looked as If she was
going to faint.
"What do you mean by kissing Nel
lie?" she demanded, angrily.
"It means," said Mr. Jamison, com
ing forward, gravely, "that Nellie has
given me the right to be her protector
for lite."
Then, In his gravo, gentle way, the
young minister told Miss Allen how
dear the little bound girl was to him,
and how much he needed her strong
faith and patient love to help him with
his Masters work.
"What will people think," snapped
Miss Allen, "of your marrying a girl you
never spoke. to until two weeks ago?"
"That It is a freak of St. Valentine's,"
quietly responded Mr. Jamison, putting
his arm around Nellie, who he knew
was above reproach.
' "And I thought I thought "
groaned Miss Allen, turning away in
disgust.
But no one but hersslf and Nellie
knew what she thought on the subject
of Mr. Jamison's marriage.
A t'nrloua Courtship.
In the February Atlantic, Mrs. Remote
relates lids odd anecdote ot Mrs. Basil
Montagu's second marriage:
IL r marriage with Mr. Montagu was
attended with some singular circum
stances, the knowledge of which 1 owe
to herself. She was a Yorkshire widow
lady, of the name of SkepHjr, and came
with her only child (a little girl) to visit
some friends iu Loudon, with whom
l!.oil Montagu was intimate. Mrs.
Skcper had probably occasionally been
the subject of conversation between him
and her hosts, when they were expect
her; fur one eveniug soon after her
arrival, as she was sitting partly con
cealed by one of the curtains in the
drawing-room. Basil Montagu came
rapidly into the room, exclaiming (evi
dently not perceiving her), "Come,
where is your wonderful Mrs. Skepper?
1 want to see her." During the whole
evening he engrossed her attention and
talked to her, and the next morning at
hreakiast she laughingly complained to
her hosts that lie had not been content
with that, but had tormented her in
dreams all night. "For," said she, "I
dreamt 1 was going to bo married to
him, and the day before the wedding he
came to me with a couple of boxes, and
said solemnly, 'My dear Anne, I want
to confide these relics to your keeping;
in this casket are contained the bones
of my dear first wife, and in this those
of my dear second wife; do me the
favor to take charge of them for me.'"
The odd circumstance was that Basil
Montagu had been married twice, and
that when he made his third matrimo
nial venture and was accepted by Mrs.
Skepper, he appeared before her one
day and with much solemnity begged
her to take charge of two caskets. In
w hich were respectively treasured, not
the bones, but the letters of her two
predecessors. It is quite jMjssiblethat
he might have heard of her dream on
the first night of their acquaintance,
and amused himself with carrying it
out when ue was alxut to marry her;
but when Mrs. Montagu told me the
story I do not think she suggested any
such rationalistic solution of the mys
tery. loyalty.
From the Almanach de Gotha for 1870
it appears that there are thirty-eight
sovereigns and three republics in Ku-
Om... :.. .1.- i
riie. i iojto is me oiue.si sovereign
(N3) and has leigued the longest
iwenty-niiie years. Emperor William
comes next, and is 73; the Czar is 57;
lueen Victoria, 3; V lctor Kmanuel,
55; rrancis Joseph, 4-t ; and Alfonso,
the joungestof all, 18. San Marino is
the oldest republic, Switzerland is the
nex', and France is the youngest of all,
having been born at Sedan in 1870.
There are now officially recognized and
respected 145 orders of chivvlry, In
cluding those of the White Elephant,
of Mam, aud Bolivar's Bust, of Vene
zuela. The second part ot the almanach
is devoted to princes, including all the
noble lauiilies of Great Britain, Ger
many, France, and Italy. Two hun
dred and sixteen pages are accorded
tin in for the description of these 161
houses, embracing the entire stock of
European aristocracy worth taking off
one's hat to; since the remaining drib
b ts no. mentioned in the Almanach de
Golha are indeed small beer. Thus, 38
iiiuhHivhs and 1G1 family stocks rule
over two hundreds inillb'iis of people.
The Irish duke of Alasicorn heads the
class, wli.ch is appi opi lately looted up
by the Giecian Prince Ypsllantl; be
tween ibis. Alpha and Omega the others
stand. In Hie chronicle of notable
events tor I he year euding June 30,
lt75, the most notable ii. America is the
following: "1874, August, Qcn. Grant
puts forward tor a third term Ins candi
dacy to i lie presidency of the republic."
Tbe Toons; Couple's Friend.
At the best, love Is fatal to friend
ship; the most that friendship can do is
to li-ten to love's talk of itself and be
ibe cohtidaul of its rapturous Joys, its
trau-ports of despair. The lover lan-cic-
himself all the fonder of his friend
liec.ui-e of bis passion for his mistress,
tint iu ic.ilu v he lias no longer any need
ol lheold comrade. They cannot talk
sanely and frankly together any more;
tin re is something now that they cannot
share; even il the lover desired to main
tain the old alleciionate relation, tho
mistress could not sutler it. The spectre
nt liieudsbip is sometimes Invited to
haunt the home of the lovers alter inar
ri.ige; but when their happiness has
been flaunted in Its face, when It has
been shown the new house, the n"w
china, the new carpets, the new garden,
ii is tacitly exorcised, and is not always
called back again except to be shown
.i i. ..i... ei.
i lie- oew unuy. i no young rpwuocs sre
ever so willing to have the Kxr ghost
remain ; the wife learns whether it takes
i wo or three lumps of sugar iu its lea;
i he husband bids it smoke anywhere It
likes, and the wife smiles a menacing
acquiescence; but all the same they
turn it out-of-doors. They praise it
w hen it is gone, and they feel so much
more comfortable to be alone. .4fi(inc
Munlhly.
Tuxino i h Aoa ok Shbkt. The size
and shape of tho teeth are ordinarily a
sure criterion of the age of sheep up to
six years old. The lamb-teeth are nar
row aud small. At one year old the
two middle front teeth fall out, and are
replaced by teeth much wider and
larger. .The next year two more wide
teeth appear, and at six years old the
mouth Is "full." the lamb teeth having
all disappeared. After that, the teeth
grow darker, longer and narrower, un
til thet eventually fall out. A prac
tised shepherd can usually Judge the
ago very uearly, up to twelve ysars.--t'otmfry
f7ruf(mun.
IsmIIms) After m HoaeaS
Indians may he treacherous, but
they can be honest; and who shall say
how far the dishonesty of others has led
to their treachery? They know when
they are cheated, as our Government
has found to Its cost.
An old trader, who had established
himself at what happened to be a favor
able locality among the Northern In
dians, tells a good story of his first trials
with his red customers. Other traders
had located in that same place belore,
but had not remained long. The In
dians who evidently wanted goods, and
had money and furs, flockedabout the
store of the new trader, and carefully
examined his goods, but offered to bey
nothing. Finally their chief, with a
large number of his tribe, visited him.
"How do, John?" said the chief
"Show me goods. Aha, I take that
blanket for me, and that calico for
squaw three otter skins for blanket,
and one for calico. Ugh ! pay you by'm
by tomorrow."
He received his goods and left. On
the next day he returned with a large
part of his band, his blanket well stuf
fed with skins of various kinds," now.
"John I pay."
And with this lie drew an otter skin
from his blanket and laid It on the coun
ter. Then he drew a second, a third,
and a fourth. A moment's hesitation,
as though calculating, and he drew out
a fifth skin a very rich and rare one
and passed it over.
"That's right, John."
The trader Instantly pushed back the
last skin, with
"You owe me but four. I want only
my Just dues."
The chief refused to take It, and they
passed it several times back and forth,
each one asserting that It belonged to
the other. At length the dusky chief
lain apeared to be satisfied. He gave
the trader a scrutinizing look, and then
put the skin back Into his blanket. Then
he stepie,d to the door and gave a yell,
and cried out to his followers :
"Come ; come and trade with the pale
face, John. He no cheat Indian; ids
heart big."
Then turning back to the trader, lie
said :
"Suppose you take last skin, I tell my
people no trade with you. We drive
you off like a dog, as we drive off others;
but now you ludiau's friend, and we be
yours."
Before dark the trader was waist deep
in furs, and loaded down with cash. He
found that honesty had a commercial
value with these Indians.
Tarklsh Bale ef Camvermatioa.
Conversation in Europe has been de
scribed as a duetto tu an opera, in which
the two persons engaged In it are talk
ing to an imaginary thiol person, each
recounting a tale of his own. "I say
something and you say something else,
and we will agree to call it a conversa
tion." Now fn Turkey there are cer
tain forms or canons of conversation,
any violation of which is considered
an outrage, and the sum of which con
stitutes their code of politeness as ap
plied to conversation. I will enumer
ate these one by one :
1. Never to Interrupt the speaker
while he is talking. However long
winded or uninteresting hla conversa
tion may be to you, politeness requires
that you should wait for bis conclusion.
You are not under any obligation to en
ter into conversation with hiiuatall;
but if you do, it I an understood con
dition of your conversational treaty
that you should let him have his say.
3. Never to diverge, In the middle of
a conversation, from the main thread of
a discourse Into a collateral issue. 1'he
breach of this rule Is. considered by a
Turk as an unpardonable rudeness. To
drive a red herring, as it were, across
the scent ot conversation Is, In his opin
ion, to confound all thought and reu
derail profitable consecutive conversa
tion Impossible. This leads, as a corol
lary, to
3. To allow a short but sufficient
pause between the conclusion of a dis
cussion on one subject aud lh euieriug
on a new subject.
4. Never tell a person a tnlng lie i
knows already
6. Not to excuse oneself when con
victed of being in the rong. How very
seldom you hear in Europe, "Yes, 1
was in the wrong. I am sorry for it."
But in Turkey it is considered a viola
tion of principle and a breach of polite
ness to refuse to be convicted ot error.
The Pause of this difference lie deep in
the oharacter of the two races; in the
absence on the part of the Turk of petty
vanity and distracting self-esteem. The
proudest in the world, they are entirely
exempt from vanity.
6. When you have nothing to sav to
hold your tongue. Empty, Idle Jabber
lug Is a Frank but not au Ottoman prac
tice. In Europe it is considered dt rig
ueur to "say something," whether that
something is worth saying or not. Not
solu Turkey; to say something when
you have nothing to say worth saying
is considered there a degradation to
yourself aud a rudeness to your neigh
bor. Pull Jali GajtetU.
Taraaaaatrlal.
There Is a case In point here of a meteorologically-Inclined
postman of Hart
ford who fixes his Idea of the day's cold
bv a nartloular thermometer that he
visits every morning rn the line of his
duties. Pitying him, the owner of the
thermometer regularly on old days
warms up tbe bulb Just as the messenger
arrives lu sight, and the satisfied way
rarer hasn
m't been really odkl yet a single
. Ills eyes prove to him that 15
) foolish to feel a condition that
morning
would be foolish
does not exist, so he doesn't feel It. And
a defective thermometer hu been known
to keep a family cold all winter, to cause
several extra Ions or coal to M Durneu,
and to lead to a rupture with tbe agent
of "tbe best furnace In the world."
Hartford Vourant.
A bad position Imposition.
FOOD FOR TnWGHTV '"!
Live this day as if it were the ia'st,."
Prejudice Is the 'chllirTsf UtfhdrUnUft
When spring, unlocks the flowet, If.
paints the laughing soil. fjTeW.
It is a miserable economy . .to! Sate
time by robbing yourself of necessary
sleep. . .';-.' n ."
The animosities are mortal, but tho
hu may files live foreveV. 0,ATUA4r
yorth. . i" ii
Money is a bottomless sea,' Trt Vhloll
honor, couscleuee,, a.iidj truth 'img.'Juf
drowned.
The European population of Kgtipt'll
estimated at 70,5X56, of whom 47,31Si,r-f
side at Alexandria. . ,..-.rn
With four weights of respWlypTr 1
lb., 3, 9, and 27 lbs. any nuDber of lbs.
from 1 to 40 may be weighed J .
The Peaks of Otter, near Lynchburg,
Va., long supposed to be an extinct vol
cano, have recently gifen tupmiflMkable
evidences of action.
Another Insect called the twister "has
attacked the vineyards In Lowbardyl
and Is said to be far more destructive,
than the renowned phyloxera.1 ' j'.
People, like plants, groW'le arid
puny if the sun is shut put. Good
health is the sunshine of trie body;4
cheery disposition is the sunshine of
the soul. ' -'V.
Kate Field says Tom Taylor whd
will shortly bring out his new. i lav of
"Anne Boleyn." calls artist '.geSsV"
at the rehearsals. What would ivUiiJ
be without his goose?
There is nothing like takirfg' all yoiri
do at a moderate estimate ;., It -keep
mind and body tranquil; WheWaSgran- n
diloquent notions are apt to hQtfv both '
ir.to fever. C. Bronte., . i
Men are protected frotu insult and,
wrong, not merely by their ojvn skill,
but also, iu the absence of any "BxlH at
all, by the general spirit of forbearance
to which society has trained - all - fcdse
whom they are likely to meets .. ,
We are born in hope; we pass our
childhood In hope; we are goveraetly1
hope through the whole course of pot
lives ; and iu our last moments hope"H
flattering to us, and uot till the beating
or the heart shall cease will Its beuigu
niuueuue leave us.
The artesian well at the Collier W.hjte
Iad Works,. St. -Louis, Mo., haS 'at-
tained a depth of over 700 feet, nearly
all of widen depth has been' through
limestone. The drift H ; but' slightly;
above the euorluitial limestone, aud has
passed through but lltUe ofelthersam;
stone or chert. The boring ooramenced)
in the lower Archimedean limestofre!
Nothing says an observer on the:pot
seems takeu seriously in PariSj even
work (and the Parisians who cater so
well for the world's amusement? have
to work very hard) is done In TheeY
ful, nonchalant manner that , seems to;
say, "1 enjoy what I am doing pd- do
not realize I am working:" The "Wait-'
era at the cafes and restaurants, whp
are veritable slaves (for they get infy
few hours' sleep), seem always gay and,
contented, and ever have a bright smile
and a cheerful mauner fdt all. v
A cement for covering the JolntA of.
ovens, that has been found excellent in
practice and does not crack, but be
comes very hard, may be atad by mix
ing equal quantities ot finely sifted,
wood ashes end crushed 'and finely
sifted clay, a..d adding some salt I and
sufficient w.-itei to" form It Into a ilmuh,
with which t.:e onuks are coated when
the oven Is c.'ld. H this cetnqnt in . em
ployed Instead oi clay in wttmg new
ovens, they will, it is claimed, be - al
most iudestructi ie. ,. ; ; !f
Such a ai ' in Immediate fear of- loa-j
li.g their estates, of banishment, or ot
slavery, live In perpetual anguish',, and'
lose all apprtit" and repa-e; whei;a
sucli as are actually poor, slaves'' and
exiles oftentimes live as meriilyAu tnet
Iu a better condition; aud so malty, p
pie who, Impatient of t,he' perpetual
alarms of fear, have htiugtal aod
drowned themselves, give us sutlkiewtly
to undei stand that Ills more importu
nate and inup)orUibh3 than iloaia-'It-'
sell. Muiitaigue. , ,
St. Conrad of Constance died Ui 0J6,
and was buried hi the' cathedral of Con
stance. According to (he uhroittciee as
early as the twelfth .century Lhe Wl
wnere me sami rrpoHeu uvea me noiu
for the miracles wrought there in' bet
half of the halt and biuul. The devout
of Constance had deierinlueUftoAore
brate becomingly this' year the nine
hundredth anniversary of the; jjoord
saint's death, and set to work to' ex
hume his remains but to ttjeii iiorxou '
and amazement they found the .stone
sarcophagus empty. :'1i -
The City of Warsaw. h "Poland a
city not much glysu to lauova,t4oiu has .
set an initiative In the paverrfeut ques
tion, whlch has drawn much atteqtion :
to the ancient capital., The aioue, pave
ments of that city having reeofne un-'
even and word, under the traffic of a.
few centuries, the Warsawese, with a
happv trust In a more ebduVing- rature'
have laid; . their street wUh;t,lrpriw;
the blocks being tjvo feet lengfbwbje.o(,
the street, and three and a half' feet
, cross wlsa.i with-: a thlokijessi of .thrasJi
Pinches. Sack block weighs about; two
hundred pburidi. " ' '
A New England newspaper shows
Its appreciation of the trials pt the wo;
man who "does her own 'housework''
in the following paragraph "The long
suffering house-wife neaxaj thej, diwr
bell ring, washes the dough, ,froin her
Lauds, pulls down. hsV sleeve; ftrfkftrse '
an old alloc apron) and -.Uh A hasty .
look In the mirror goes out tnr tM 'hair
to find a patent msdltlo 14111 oil th
floor., X woman who canigo, throurh
this experience, and resume hef work
without making t few casual remarks.'
concerning "Job and hla- patience; de
serves a niche in the temple of rime?'
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