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NUMBER 15.
THE SEASONS.
When that the jocund Spring is here,
And violets blue 'jieath hedges peer,
TVhen cowslip bold and oxlip pale
Adorn the dell and star tie dais,
Methinks that His the time of year.
Which most of all becomes my dear.
When Summer with her glorious train
Of sultry hours, reigns once again:
When heavy hangs each rose's head
With languor of much sweetness bred,
Methinks that 'tis the time of year
M hich most of all becomes my dear.
When Autumn steals o'er weald and wold,
Bespangling many a copse with gold,
When violets ope their eyes anew,
And sleeping meads are white with dew,
Methinks that 'tis the time of year
Which most of all becomes my dear.
When Winter, softly passing by,
"With snowy plumes veils earth and sky;
When snowdrops in God's acre prove
That death is not theend of love,
Methinks that 'tis the tims of j'ear
"Which most of all becomes my d?ar.
St. James's Gazette.
LA P'TITE MARQUISE
A TAI5 OF THE FKEXCH REVOLUTION.
It was at the time when the woman,
the "Austrian Queen," was amusing her
self with the play of "Figaro," and the
bakers raised the price of bread two sous.
Caron Beaumarchlas had not forgotten
me, hu foster mother, and just when I
had thought we were to beg in the street,
Jjjjues came home and told me that he
,was tOsbe adft$t&' xV'as'Iif ifcjstancl
I ihorninsr 1 used; to naslbir the hie$t rbad;
l&Tid sit; down-'at a-diltaSfSe aada4f4iiisih my -i chairj and
. flnrti f Vf dutiful son
Miid .1 was proud or. my
ishdnCthe kinar " trusted
he had appointed him to . jv.a,tch.pver.siotiec eery ,dajt,. and Ja.causingllittl
garden-.- - And alter awbrit, even-thc
&gh-bprn ladies of the ourt would stop
I 5jid ; speak to the"'.Wridwme guard, add
I ne-; would answer 'them -as -'well as any
I hevalier of the court could do, and now
hd then he would come home and tell
t ne,of. the. grauiL. doings of the court,
ifcf hile'iiM. Kobespierro would sometimes
xme X in - and . listen,-, .and the two
Vouna-Tnen would talk about the queen
? -P i " u . : r.
anu KfWavs- my sou uum piuisc nci
'and M. Robespierre would blame her,
!.R&d T who knew of the wrongs of the
vJio was Vroncr. : One time M. Robes-
rfierrc taifced about the ladies in wait-
nreg, and -said there was but one -grpid
Iranian araGtfg them, . : ,
1 And who is she t1 asked I
inn lrl-nanirr untwprm! "i nnnniT
;gcod woman-in the queens train cr the
ieoiwt, for, that mat tevT . is Louise deLam-
iale. ana she-will soon Have to go," -
1, 'And what,' pray, about Mademoiselle
flp?iroutra'vi'T asked Jacaues. -. L a :i .'
Robespierre shrtrgged ',1sf;$bibtlIdcffs,.'
'll,tifeJ-Martti!se-r.''lifeid,'ssbilifain
lrj "She is as wicked as she is beautir
fiij .TT "' 7 :'-::rr ' """
nrenrjRieues started out of hi? chair,
and sTifotfe toward 31. Robespierre. "You
ar4 an-1Jifernal liar!r',he said hoarsely.
'Jeavfifthe. room."
M. Robespierre smiled quietly. "You
r.re turning your landlord out," he said.
"Very well,"Jacqucs, but you will say
th -f-was right some day. And another
tiling: When she has played with you
long enousrh, and has thrown you aside,
ccme to me, -Jacques, come to me." And
31. Robespierre made a low bow to me
Vnd left the room, and we "never saw
Vm again for a long time.
I I turned to my boy amazed: "Why
lo vou take such an interest in this noble
, ..Jady, Jacques? "What is she to you, that
fjcu should quarrel with M. Robespierre?"
:J And he told me, then, how, in the
evening, the marquise wculd steal down
f to the gate, and while the rest were at
their court fro'ics, she Avould sit and
talk to him. And how she had said kind
I things to him and told him how she
I loathed the court and all its bicker
I ings and had rather be the wife of a
I peasant than marry one of the painted,
j foppish courtiers. As he told
J me this 1 was glad, but not sur-
prised. How could she help loving my
boy, who was so handsome and so clever
i and so good? I can see him now, as he
sat before me, blushing a little as he
i spoke of her youth and her innocent and
graceful ways and the pure, honest love
,f he bore for her. Jacques was not a
t peasant. His grandfather was Le Compt
d'Artelles, and although he himself could
I Lave no title (for I married a bourgeois),
I still he could claim, if he pleased, to be
I long to the nobility. So after this I would
1 not let him come to see me so often,
that no one of the court might know that
he was not rich, or that his mother was a
j plain citoyenne- But I still heard from
Jacques that he had been appointed a
f captain of the guards (this I thought,
through the Ma? uise, but I learned
afterward that it was through M. Caron
I Beaum?.ynias), and wras permitted to
L, attend the court receptions, and there he
S naw her often. TTfi himself linramp T
thought, more of a courtier than Hiked.
He dressed as well as any of
the nobles, and wore diamonds,
and when he came to see me.
which he did very seldom, I noticed tnat
he talked of citoyennes as if they were
the filth of the street, and I began'to see
the hand of "La P'tite Marquise," as M.
Robespierre called her, in all this. But
why should I complain, thought I, if he
wishes to raise himself to her
Btation rather than ask her to de
scend to his I So I tried to stifle
the foolish longings of my soft old
mother-heatt, 'but do what I could,
I could . not help feeling angry against
the woman who was robbing me of my
Bon.
Sometimes M. Robespierre would
come and tell me about the world out
Bide and the court.
"Jacques is promoted again, I hear,"
he said one day. "I am glad to hear it,
for we shall need these men withmilitarv
training some day. Jacques is of the
people and always will be. Don't fret
about him, Mere Peraubier, he will come
out all right sooner or later. The dav
will come when Jacques will throw off
his gold lace and become again a plain
citizen like his friend Robespierre. He
has eyes and ears and cannot help find
ing out the truth about that spider
woman." .
But she would not be so cruel as to
play with an honest heart like that of
my boy's, Robespierre? Bad, perhaps,
she has been, but she cannot break his
heart for the mere pleasure of seeing
him suffers lie is so good and so true;
he is so good-natured and handsome "
"You forget, Mere Peraubier, that he
is a plain, untitled citizen. He has no ,
de to his name," said Robespierre, mock
ingly. 4 'Would she play with his love,
say vou?" he added, fiercely. "La p'titc j
JUarquise will put mm to every lorture
she knows. She will tell him the same
moment that she loves and loathes him.
She will taunt him with his low birth.
She will rouse in him every possible feel
ing of hate, love, jealousy, repulsion,
passion, until she tires -of him and she
comes back to us. People say that out
party is hurrying France into revolution,
anarchy, and I don't know what, beside.
But if "a revolution comes, it will not b
we who bring it about. It will be these
scoundrelly men and women at thecourl
from the Iinbeciile and the Austrian
down to the painted 'La P'tite 3Iar
quise !T They are -dancing away on a
vo'cano, which is growing hotter and
hotter each day "
He stopped suddenly ashe heard some
one on the stairs. The door opened,
and in walked Jacques, my )oy, but oh!
how changed! He wore no powdered
peruke, his coat was torn, and he was
wounded in the arm, and a great clot ol
blood lay over the wound. He staggered
slowly to his chair and let his arms dangle
down toward the floor, while he gazed
vacantly into the air, with a sudden
stare, like an idiot or a drunken man.
His face expressed no-fear, horror, 01
anger. It was immovable and expres
sionless as a mask. His eyes had lost
their brilliancy and now looked dull and
dead,i seeminglviiiiaken far back. in his
heads; lie took-iio injore heed. o us than
if -we Jiad not beenvtbre,"! sitting almost
dyihg
frog.
Mere
Rrowin
teruptrons-Tike'this rpGe,J'"and he.smile
Sarcastically on my poor bdy. ' ' j
( I went over and knelt before my pool
vxjjy -ixv mutt uia vmci uauus iu iuiui
"JUy child," I asked, "what has
pened, and . what caused this wou
your arm"
He paid no more attention to7
to shudder and draw away his ha
"Jacques, will you tell me whn
matter. 1 ask it, I, your mother
"Mother?" he saia huskily a
"Are you my mother?"
M. Robespierre came forward
stood before him. "W7hv doTbu
that, M. Peraubier?" he said inowly and
calm as if he were bidding y3timj "Jjon
matin,'' but his voice seamed; forallits
calmness and quietude,:ito do wb.a1t.Rjine
could not bring him to his rignmfiid.
"Why do I ask? Is she not a wonaan?
T Onec thought all w'omen.; werV good
and holy saints, but L- rind that rbey are
lying ficnds Who can say anv woman
is 'good "Who can say' that tbU'man,
.tboughshe be my mother, mayyyefc "
And 1 thougnt my mother-hearrwould
break jit, the words he wa Saying, .'and I
threw myself at his feet,trefore hecbuld
finish, crying out in my sgony : - t. .j
"Oh, mv son, my son," and he stp,ppud
and passed his hand over my eyesj V ;
"You are Tight, mother. You, at
least, I can believe iu: but Hiat woman
oh, my God!" and he sank back in hi9
chair and commeuced plucking at " the
fragments of his coat and tearing them
into little pieces as a dying man plucks
at his coverlet. ' M. Robespierre walked
overTo him and laid his hand on Jac
ques' shoulder.
"Well, mon ami, did you kill him oi
her?" he asked quietly.
"I saw them down in the little harbor
by the fountain of Diana. He was "
"Never mind whom. I know 'La
P'tete Marquise' well enough to guess,'1
interrupted M. Robespierre; '.'but you
what did you do?"
"I burst in upon them with my drawn
sword. He was brave enough. 1, who
once thought him my friend, can say
that. He fought for love of her, andhu
love was strong. I fought for hate ol
her, and my hate was stronger than hif
love. When he fell I turned to kill her
but she had gone. I rushed through the
grounds of the park to find some traces
of her, but I could not, so I came here.
And now I shall go to see my god-father.
M. Beaumarchais, and seek his advice."
"You shall have it," said a voice be
hind me. I turned and saw M. Caron
himself, "Seek your safety in flight,
and that immediately ! I know all the
story. I heard of it just now at the
court and came to this house to help
you. There is a horse outside. Take it
and ride like the wind until vou reach
the frontier."
"And that nreans leave France for
ever," added M. Robespierre.
"Better that than death," said M. Car
on, gravely.
"I have a future for Jacques better
than that," said M. Robespierre. "lean
give you safety for the present and re
venge for the future! Come with me,
Jacques, and I will hide you so safe that
Necker can never touch you, with all his
spies."- and he tcok his arm and they
would have gone out together had not M.
Caron s-tood in the way.
"Rather die yourself, Jacques, than
help to kill France," he said, sternly.
"I know you, M. Robespierre, and your
schemes. A free France, I hope for.but
not such a France as you would bring,
about."
Jacques turned toward him fiercely.
"I would rather serve under Danton than
La Fayette, M. Caron. There is no one
in the court whom I would wish to live.
M. Robespierre, I am ready.
(Extract from the stockiug of La
Rouge, the old woman with the yellow
rosette on her cap, who sits near the left
of the knit' jg row).
"This Captain Peraubier seems a very
squeamish young man. I must watch.
When 'La P'tite Marquise,' as they used
to call her, was being brought along in
the tumbril she saw him and called out
his name, and instead of slapping her
face for her impudence he only turned
pale and looked the other way. When
La'Tete-du-Mort threw the vitroil in La
P'tite Marquise's face he rode up and
knocked La Tete-du-Mort down with the
flat of his sword, and when the guillo
tine made an end of the marquise, I saw
a tear on the big booby's cheek. If he
were not such a pet of Robespierre ha
would be in a cell to nigh-" & A
Uopeland, in Hatchet.
u ijiuu iiui bu i vyc'Tiv, bimiuiujr ueiuie iiie lire, siu
mf ojLiy cmiq I Jacques; asir. he'haaucCn "a dying
naiiusome. boy. c . "A volcano, ; which,, as 1 said.
& uwc.1 .mat rl-erauuier." he said coollv '.'is
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HUMOROUS SKETCHES.
A Landslide.
"Well, -well!" said the first, as the
two met and shook hands, "but I
thought you were farming in the western
part of the State."
"I was until I lost it," leplied the
other.
"Lost it?"
"Yes by a landslide."
"Mountain slide down on your farm?"
"No; farm slid away frcm me on a
$5,000 mortgage." Free Press.
No tlie It 1 glit Answer.
"Darling," he said, as he tried to tickle
his wife under the chin, "why am I like
the moon?"
"You are not like the moon, John
Henry, in any particular.".
"Why, how do you make that out, mv
dear?"
"Because the moon has been full but
twice this month."
He says that isn't the right answer.
Newman Independent.
Education ! ,
Teacher "Now, what do you under
stand by brain work?"
Boy -"When a man works with his
head."
Teacher "Correct. And what is man
ual labor?"
Boy "When a man works with his
hands."
Teacher "That's right. To which of
these classes do I belong when I teach
vou. What dc I use most in teaching
you?"
-Boy "A strap." Sitings.
' " Naming t lie Baby.
""What'Bhall you name the baby, Ethel-ri3a""-Ah,-that's
what's troubling you,
iajt.:de4r;i,. You don't know whether to
call him Jabez, after his rich old unelc,
lo't" whetmtfTo dower him with something
in the Clarence, or Eustace, or Ronald
line, eh,?'vWell, now, dear child, don't
fret aboni it." 'You may sit down with a
fciiraloefce of the-Blankside Library and
pftjput the jnost. ladylike name, that the j
. ' -m - - m . A J ;
novel-rcaciers ever reveiea in; out it
won't help him out much. For just as
soon as that dear little auburn head gets
high enough from the ground to go to
school and get punched by its fellow
boy, that name question will be settled
by a unanimous vote of the whole edu
cational establishment, and he may be
Sidney.Fitzherbert Marmaduke right up
to the handle, but he will go through
his boyhood as "Carrots' or "Redtop,"
or "Strawberry Pete," and he will have
to settle down to liking it, too, Ethel
rida. Puck.
A E.ate Discovery.
I met him on Canal street. New
leans, or rather, he came up to me
w'as leaning against a door-post,
Or
as I
and
asked :
"Be you from Illanoy?"
"No Michigan."
"That's too bad. I wanted to find
somebody from Illanoy."
r "Broke!"
; "No, not yet. See here, I'm pizenly
bothered." ' ' I U - -
4.'Well?" ' . " '
"Well, I'ye been':a hired man in Illanoy
for the last thirteen years, gettin' about
sixteen dollars a month and board. I've
alius looked upon board as wuth about
i dollar a week, but "
"Well?"
"I just kinder filled up back -here at
the restaurant just about half a square
meal just 'nuff to pitch hay or hoc
corn on for an hour, and what d'ye
'spose the figger was?"
"Oh, about seventy cents."
"Seventy pumpkins! It was $1.30 or
I'm a sinner. Say!"
"Yes."
"That's $3.90 a day for fodder, or
about $100 a month. A hundred a month
is twelve hundred a year.- Thirteen
times that is about $15,000?"
"Yes."
"Say, I'll be gosh-baked and forever
stepped on if I haven't been one o' these
aristocrats a bloated bondholder a
gosh-fired monopolist all these thirteen
years without knowing it! Tucked away
$15,000 worth of fodder! Woosh! but
I want to meet somebody from Illanoy
and pint thejfinger of financial independ
ence at him!" Detroit -Free Press. "
Had a Good Trade.
Among the Tpeculiar characteristics of
the great jurist was a passionate fond
ness for martial music, good, bad, or in
different. Another was the extreme sim
plicity he affected in the matter of wear
ing apparel, often being mistaken when
in his prime for a workingman or com
fortable mechanic. Upon one occasion,
while busily engaged upon his great
work, he heard the drum of a recruiting
party, which had taken its station in the
old Capitol park, and was beating a
point of war. Leaving his task, and ap
proaching the bcene. that he might hear
the better, he commenced insensibly to
whistle the reveille, when the recruitiu"
officer accosted him : e
"You are fond of music, my fine fel
low !" said he.
fYcs," was the reply.
"Well, then," said the sergeant, "why
not enlist? Good bed, solid food, and
lots of good company. You needn't
even carry the banner, and are sure of
plenty of grog. Come, you'll go, won't
you?"
"Well, yes." replied the chancellor,
"I would, if I had not one very strong
objection that I don't think can be over
come." "What is it?" queried the son of
Mars.
"I have a good trade," responded the
votary of the Thespian Temple, "and I
hate to leave it." -
"What is your trade?"
"I am chancelor of the State of New
York." -
"Whew! beg pardon, . excuse me,"
muttered the crestfallen sergeant.
"Strike up quick time forward
march!" Albany Express.
The Parent Deceiver.
A Boston inventor has just come to the
front with what may be safely called the
meeting of a long-felt want. .. This in
vention is an ingenious little apparatus
for playing the piano, which heealls the
Skinderson Patent Universal Automatic
Parent Deceiver.
Every young lady within the sound of
"?r pen and most every young man
knows that one of the most serious ob
stacles to satisfactory sparking lies in
the preternatural vigilance of the mother
of the period, who possesses an uncom
fortable habit of entering the parlor at
frequent and unexpected intervab. This
habit necessitates the venerable and still
successful device of an occasional drum
ming on the piano by the girl, which ap
pears to have a singularly reassuring
effect upon the mother about making a
rcconnoissance from the direction of the
"set tin' room."
Mr. Skinderson's invention is a small
box containing a set of hammers worked
fcy clockwork, and warranted to run for
the duration of the longest Sunday night
call. This machine keeps up a fitful but
constant tapping on the piano keys, r.nd
conveys the impression to those outside
that the entire evening is being spent in
music. Mr. S. guarantees in his adver
tisements that theumost severely proper
of mothers will pass serenely up to bed
alter tne lirst hours operation of his ap
paratus, remarking: "Well, there isn't
any hugging going on iu there, that's
certain !" and that the most desperate
male flirt can obtain a reputation for
being that mythical kind of a "nice
young man," so dear to the heart of the
average parent, by carrying oue of those
admirable devices around in his coat-tail
pocket.
We wish we were half as sure of going
to heaven as the inventor is of making a
million dollars, and meanwhile aid the
march of real progress by thus calling
the attention of young male readers to
the above suitable and suggestive gift
for their "best" girls. San Francisco
Pout
A Swell's Mishap.
. Blakely Hall tells in one of his letters
a sad mishap to a swell young New
Yorker: A 'young man with a bloude
mustache and" the blase air of a man of
the world strolled into the Russian baths
yesterday and sat down, with a gingerly
air, on the edge of a maib'c slab, while
he rubbed a swo'len eye with one hand,
with great tenderness and delicacy.
Both eyes were in mourning, aud the
youth moved as one who was full of
aches and pains. The attendant asked
him if he wanted to be scrubbed, and
the bather looked at him a moment and
then said: " Scrubbed? No, thank you
that is, uuless you can scrub me with
something soft, like a spray of cologne
or a bit of cotton. I can't stand any
brisWes now." "WThat's the matter?"
aske'd the attendant, sympathetically.
Did you meet an accident?" "No,"
said .the young man,. " I met a bartender.
Some very fresh friends of mine had fun
with me a few nights ago at an up town
hotel. I had just come from Montreal,
and was wearing a fur coat which cost
me a cool $200, when I fell against the
boys. Nothinsr makes the bovs
so unhappy .nowadays, you know,
as to see a fur overcoat on another man's
back. It's the fad of the season. But
when I put my overcoat on that night
after sitting with my friends for a couple
of hours, I went uptown to make a call
on some ladies. They crowded around
me when I got in the house, and began
to admire my overcoat, when I discov
ered a most astounding smell of cheese.
It was awful. Everybody smelled it, and
I was. obliged to get out in the open : air
to catch my breath. It wasu t until an
hour afterward that I found cheese
wTrapped up in napkins in every pocket
ol the coat. When I got home i iouna
a letter from the proprietor of the hotel,
asking me to return the napkins, calling
me a thief and promising to proceed
against me cnmtnallv. It was late then,
but I put on a pea-jacket and went
around to lick the proprietor. 1 strucic
the bartender first." Here the oung
man sank abruptly into silence, the at
tendant leaned over sympathetically and
waited for him to speak again. He
waited aud waited, but not a word was
uttered. Finally he said: "Well, sir,
what occurred?" "I don't know," said
the blonde young man, sadly. "I saw
296 bartenders come for me at one fell
swoop, and when I got up out of the
gutter two blocks below the hotel, I
made up my mind that I'd had all I
wanted that night."
Poison in Kissing.
In an address delivered before tho
Utica (N. Y.) medical faculty Dr. O. M.
Terry said: Lives are daily sacrificed and
diseases are daily communicated by the
promiscuous habit of kissing. As a cus
tom it should be abandoned among
women in their greetings.
In the sacred precincts of the fheside.
when death has laid its relentless hands
on one of its members, the common prac
tice of kissing is liable to induce septi
semia, and thus other precious lives be
exposed to the venomous sting of death.
As you can more easily see the action of
a drug when given in a large dose, so you
will see more pointedly the danger aris
ing from kissing by giving an illustra
tion of a malignant diseose.
There is no longer any doubt in regard
to the inocubility and infectiousness of
consumption. It is not an established
fact that it is not contagious. When you
remember that more die by its insidious
hands than from any other cause, but
few families or relatives of families can
be exempt from it. This being true,
should not persons visiting such unfor
tunate individuals do away with the ac
customed mode of greeting by kissing?
A disease which has resisted the treat
ment of tlie most skilled up to the pres
ent day should be prevented if possible.
Is human life to be sacrificed for the
sake of conforming to a custom? Change
the custom; and other ways of greeting
will be equally popular and much more
sensible and safe.
Perfume From the Acacal.
In the manufacture of perfume, the
acacia is the favorite flower with the New
Orleans makers. It grows wild, is inex
haustible, costs nothing, and give results
more nearly approaching the delicacy of
the violet perfume than that created
from any other flower, except, of course,
the violet itself, which is considerably
more difficult to get in sufficient quanti
ties, and which is expensive, compara
tively. In extracting or distilling the
scents the flowers are laid in layeis of
grease, and it becomes necessary in pro
ducing the finer perfumes to change
them as often as twenty times, and
twenty-four hours being given to each
installment. The flowers are placed in
the grease in a perfectly dry condition,
and gathered after the dew la dried.
FRENCH COOKS.
Their Ion? Apprenticeship Cooks
anil Cooktnc in General.
The present race of cooks produced by
the French through the wealth and at
tention thev bestow cn the kitchen are
generally regarded, says the Cleveland)
Ledger, to be without equal and in con
sequence the great culinary establish
ments of nearly all nations are presided
over by representatives of that country.
Efforts to surpass or at least duplicate
their work have been without avail, and
it is a fact generally conceded, that they
have but few successful rivals. One of
the noted men of this class who re
ceived his training in Paris, is Mr.
Adolph Pillault, who recently took up
his residence in this city. He had trav
eled extensively both in this country and
in Europe, and came to Cleveland to act
as steward for the Excelsior club. "To
be regarded as a thoroughly competent
cook-in Paris," said Mr. Pillault yester
day, "one must serve an apprenticeship
of at least ten jears. There is no lack
of opportunity, as nearly all the large
clubs and hotels in that city make ar
rangements for the training of pupils in
the art. They are of both sexes, and usual
ly serve as assistant s. The candidates r.re in
charge oi the head cook, who gives prac
tical lessons several times daily, and
they are also called upon to prepare
their own food. They study for three
years the making of pastry, two are de
voted to bonbons, and the remaining five
years are spent in learning the mysteries
of cooking proper. The salary of a
good head cook in a large establishment
ranges from 6,000 to 12,000 francs. An
exception is made by the Grand hotel,
which paid Alexander Chucset. under
whom I served, 24,000 francs. Good
second cooks command lrom 2, COO to
3,000 francs. In private families the
salaries paid varies greatly, according to
the proficiency- of. the cook." When
asked why menwere preferable to women
Mr. Pillault replied that cooking was a
' work of art in which women, for some
reasoD, never equaled men. They made
excellent second cooks, but in every
wealthy family !he head cook is a male.
In speaking of his brethren in this city
Pillault stated that with a few exceptions
Cleveland had no cooks, and should any
of thm apply in New York for a situa
tion they would be relegated to a very
inferior position. American cooking, he
said, has some very commendable points,
but receives no encouragement from the
people, who appear to have no regard
for the kitchen.
England produces no cooks, and
those of Germany, while they -excel
in their own branches, gen
erally learn the art of cooking in
France. The cooks in the couits of
England, Austria, Spain, Belgium and
Italy are nearly all French, and the same
might be said of other nations.' The
Emperor of Germany employs a French
cook, Urbain Dubois, at a salary of 10,
000 marks per year. Dubois is the au
thor of a book of recipes which has re
ceived considerable attention. The
noble families of Europe usually employ
from thrte to five cooks, while the food
for tho Emperor of Germany is prepared
by twelve. The great fault of the cooks
of this country is that after having
served in the kitchen for three or four
months they consider themselves fully
equipped with knowledge pertaining to
all branches of the art. The Americans
excel in the preparation of oysters f oi
the table. The bivalves have not
achieved very great prominence as an
article of European diet, probably on
account of their great cost. The great
est gourmands of Europe in their order
are the French, English, Italians, and
Germans. The French live for eating,
while the people of this country seem
bent cn amassing wealth. When asked
in how many ways a duck could be
cooked, Mr. Pillault responded that
there were at least fifty different styles
in which a fowl of that kind
could be prepared for the table. In his
estimation the best way to prepare a
turkey was by stuffing it with truffles
and then roasting. " The finest repast
that could be served for twenty persons,
he thought, should be modeled after one
served at the Palace of the Tuileries,
December 22. 1867. The cost in this
country would-be from $10 to $15 pei
plate. The bill of fare was as follows;
SOUP.
Consomme a l'Imperatrice, barley cream.
FISH.
Rhine salmon Geneuse style.
Turbot, a la Hollandaise with Rhine wine,
Supreme de Poulet a l'ioine
Venison filet au chasseui
With Chateau Yquem.
Quail cotlet a la Rothschild.
Aloyau de Boeuf, a la Normande.
Dindonneau Braize 'a l'imperiale with clarei
Chateau Lafitte.
Roast pheasants with cresson,
Garcelle Poti a la groseillo.
Truines salads du Piedmont with champagne.
ENTREMETS.
Asparagus, salsifi friet, etc.
Pudding a la Cuberland.
Croute aux ananas.
Gelee Panachee.
DKSSEBTS.
Ice Cream Alhambra, f raits, cake, etc., witb
champagne.
How Some Statesmen Write.
Senator Garland, of Arkansas, "writes
like copper plate.
John A. Logan's signature takes up a
whole page.
Judge Gresham pens his name in big
black curves.
Senator Hoar's signature is cold and
reserved.
Senator Lamar's signature looks Ifke
the writing of a monk of the middle
ages.
Senator Frye writes his name. State
and date without taking his pen from
the paper.
The hand of David Davis is as heavy
as himself. He uses black ink and punc
tuates prof usely.
Senator Sewell, of New Jersey, usej
more ink than any other man in the Sen
ate to write his name.
Senator Gorman, of Maryland, writes
a big bold hand. It is the hand of a
man in sound physical condition.
The late fcenator Anthony wrote a
hand modeled on the tracks in the mud
of his big turkey farm .in little Rhod
Island.
Senator Edmunds has an illegible sig
nature, which looks more like the sign
on a Chinese tea box than, Englipu script.
Cleveland Leader -
WORDS OF WISDOM.
The advantage to be derived lrom
virtue is so evident that the wicked prac
tice it from interested motives.
The more able a man is, if he makes ill
use of his abilities, the more dangerous
will he be to the commonwealth.
The conqueror is regarded with awe ;
the wise man commands our esteem; but
it is the benevolent man that wins our
affections.
Let us begin our heaven on earth; and,
being ourselves tempted, let us be piti
ful and considerate and generous in
judging others.
Avoid raillery; it offends him who is
the object of it: ha that indulges this
humor is the scourge .F fetv-. and all
fear and avoid him.
What a man knows should find its ex
pression in what he does. The value of
superior knowledge is chiefly in that it
leads to a performing manhood.
Haste aud rashness are storms and
tempests, breaking and wrecking busi
ness; but nimbleness i3 a full, fair wind,
blowing it with speed to the haven.
Man creeps into childhood, bounus
into youth, sobers into manhood, softens
into age, totters into second childhood,
and stumble into the cradle prepared
for us all.
A man's conscience is his sole triounal;
and he should care no more for that
phantom "opinion" than he should fear
meeting a ghost, if he crossed a church
yard at night.
If, by instructing a child, you a.
vexed with it for the want of adroitness,
try, if you have never tried before, to
write with your left hand, and then re
member that a child is all left hand.
Nothing so cements and holds to
gether in union all the parts of society as
faith or credit ; which can never be kept
up, unless men are under some force or
necessity of honestly paying what they
owe to one another.
" Blame It All on Me!"
A grand crash a shower of splinter
bump! bump! and tne coaches settled
back on the rails, and the passengers
picked themselves up and cried out to
each other that there had been a collis
ion.
So there had. Freight No. 17 was
pulling in on the side track, but the day
express' thundered down on her while
the long train was a third of its length
on tne main track.
Some one had blundered. Some one's
watch was off time. Some one must be
held responsible for the accident.
Under the overturned locomotive was
the firoman dead. Near him was the
engineer, pinned down to the frozen
I earth by one of the drivers, and when he
had been relieved, a doctor, who was
amon;,' the passengers, knelt beside him
and said:
"Arm broken leg broken foot
crushed to a pulp. He cannot live."
Who had blundered? Who had dis
obeyed orders? The conductors of the
two trains were comparing watches and
orders, when the engineer beckoned
them.
"I alone am to blame!" he whisperoa.
"I wasn't due here until 10:10, and it was
just 10:05 when I struck the freight. I
was ahead of time running on her time."
"So it was so it was," whispered the
two conductors. '
"Thi3 morning when I left home,
continued the engineer, "the doctor was
there. Our little Jennie our five year
old was sick unto death. Iu her de
lirium she kept crying out: 'Don't go,
papa! don't leave little Jennie to die.'
It was like a knife to my heart to leave
her, but go I must. I was leaving the
house when the doctor put his hand on
my shoulder, and said : 'Tom, my boy,
by 6 o'clock to-morrow morning she'll
either be kead or better.'"
"What a long day this was to me
he went on after a bit. "When I pulled
out of the depot to-night, headed for
home and Jennie, I wanted to fly. I
kept giving her more steam, and I kept
gaining on my time. AVe aren't due till
7, you know, but I wanted to be in at
6 aye! au hour before that. When the
thought came to mo that Jennie might
be dead when next I entered the door I
should have pulled the throttle wide
open if the fireman hadn't grabbed my
arm."
"Poor man!" they whispered as 1.
shuddered with pain and seemed to be
exhausted.
"Yes, bhune it all onme," he whisper
ed. "No. 16 had five minutes more to
get in, and she'd have made it all right,
but I stole her time. And now and
now "
He lay so quiet for a moment that the
doctor felt for his heart to see if it still
beat.
"And now that's her that's Jennie.
She's beckoning she's calling! Bight
down the track over the high bridge
through the deep cut I'm coming
coming!" And men wiped tears from their eye
and whispered :
"He has found his child in deathl"
A Bass Invention of Modern Times.
All nations seem to have possessed
drums of various kinds, but always of a
comparatively small size. It remained
for modern nations to produce the gi
gantic specimens which are to be found
in our orchestras. None of those who
have attended great musical festivals,
such as the Boston Peace jubilee or the
Handel festival at London, will fail to
remember the huge instruments which
added their deep, rolling thunder to the
mighty mass of tone there heard. Such
drums were never dreamt of by the an
cients. The necessity for having porta
ble instruments would have excluded
them from use, even if their prescnc
had been thought desirable. Musical
Herald.
The First Clock.
The first clock which appeared in Eu
rope was probably that which Eginhard
(the secretary of Charlemagne) describes
as sent to his royal master by Abdallah,
king of Persia. " "A horologe of brass,
wonderfully constructed for the course
of twelve hours, answered to the hour
glass with as many little brazen balls,
which drop down on a sort of balls un
derneath, and; sounded each other."
The Venetians, had clock's in. 872, and
sent a specimen of them that year to
Constantinople. Jivelers1 Circular..
SECRET THOUGHTS.
. hold that thoughts are things
JndoWvXi with being, breath and wings,
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results or ilL
That whbh we call our "secret thought
Speeis to tho earth's remotest spot,
And leaves its blersings or its wqs
Like tracks behind it, as it goes.
It is God's law. Remember it
In your still chamber as you sit
With thoughts you would not dare hava
known,
And yet make comrades, when alone.
These thoughts have life, and they will flj
ADd lsave their invmiss, by-and-by,
Liko soma marsh breeze, whose poisoned
breath
Breathes into homes its fevered cleatb
And, after you have quite forgot
Or all outgrown some vanished thought,
Back to your mind to make its hom,
dovo or raven, it will come.
Then lei yo'.ir s?crot thoughts be fair;
Tuey have a vital part an. I sharj
In shaping wor'.ds and molding fate
Uoi's svstcm is so intricate!
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, inGood Cheer.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
On her beam en Is The sun.
Nothing to speak of A dude.
A growing industry Raising a
fam-
ilv.
The story of a teamster's life is nearly
always a talc of whoa Judge.
The shrewd skating rink man never
advertises hard wood floors. Call.
If you can't marry a woman of sene,
voung man, marry a woman of dollars.
Call.
What kind of essence does a young
man like when he pops the question?
Acquiescence. Chicago s-m.
Somebody has noticed that a woman
who shakes the door niatpn the sidewalk
"tills the public eye." Lynn. Item.
It is no sig:i that a man has attained
to a ripe old age simply because he goes
home meliow every night. Bodon Trail
script. Co'd perspiration chilled his bro-.v,
Dire fancies tilleJ nis brain,
He made a so'em i tompornnoe vow,
And never smiled agaii'
Merchant-Tra re I e r.
." My affections are waisted on you,"
he softly remarked to her, as he gently
placed his arm where ho thought it
would do the most good. Pittsburg
Chronicle.
A camel will work for seven or eight"
days without drinking. In this he dilleia
from some men, who will drink seven or
eight days wiihout working. Lowell
Courier.
A man in Georgia tells of a ten-pound
trout which stopped a mill wheel. Either
the wheel must have been smaller than
Che trout or the lie bigger than the mill.
Boston Post.
A man makes his living in Pittsburg
by peddling hot water. He has no cus
tomers among the married .men. Their
wives keep them in hot water. San
Francisco News-Litter.
During an examination a medical stu
dent being asked the question, "When
does mortification ensue?" replied:
"When you pop the question and aro
answered 'no.' " Chicago Sun.
An article in a New England paper isi
headed "How to Reach Young Men."
The fathers of several marriageablo
daughters in this city have adopted tho
plaifof leaching them with their boots.
Pud:
A Vermont storekeeper set a spring
gun in his store for twenty-two years
without bagging anything until the other
night, when the old musket fell down
and shot him through both legs. Bur
lington Free Press.
"My, mv, how that chimney smokes,"
complained a wife to her husband. "It
might do worse, my dear," he replied
cou?olingly. "I'd like to know how."
"Why, you see, it might chew." A fall
of soot stopped the flow of conversation.
Ariamauj Traveler.
"Love him? No, mamma, I hate him.
The impudent young scamp." "Then I
suppose, mv dear, you will break your
engagement with him?"- "No, indeed
not ;eI shall marry him." "Well, well,
I didn't believe you hated him as badly
as that." Neto York Graphic.
A Boston girl is going to marry Prof.
Edmunds, one of the men who devised
zone standard time. Tha marriage may
be a happy one if some fiendish para
graphist doesn't rush in with the remark
that the professor is anxious to call her
his zone. Norristown Herald.
After the concert: Mrs. Amateur
"That last number was delicious. What
a beautiful air!" Mrs. Tinsel "Beauti
ful air! For my part, I thought it was
extremely oppressive. It was fearfully
warm, and there didn't seem to be any
ventilation at all." Boston Transcript.
'Tis said that figures never lie
But herewith is the reason why
I'm of opinion bias;
For when a meter's figures sho
That I've consumed a mile or so
Of weak and dirty gas, I know
It lies like Ananias.
New York Journal.
"Pinder," severely demanded Mr.
Fitzoober, "did you take your medi
cinelast night?" "Yes, mam," sweetly
answered that cherub. About an hour
afterward the lady found the mixture of
compound bitterness that had been in
tended for Finder's cold lying snugly
under the washstand. "Pinder!" she
yelled. "Yes, mam." "I thought you
told me you had taken your medicine?"
"So I did, ma; but you didn't ask me
where I took it to, so I kept quiet on
that point." But he didn't keep quiet
at the point of her rod.rAtlanta Consti
tution, -v- '-"
THE BOSTON GIRL'S DAINTIES.
In the sweet and balmy summer time,
When we seem to live in a tropic clime,
And the earth is as air as an angel's dream,
I'm fond of a dish ot cod ice cream.
In the chilly and blustering winter hours,
When we miss the grass and -the scented
flowers,
And the song-birds lay and the skies so blue,
I'm fond of the toothsome oyster stew.
Throughout the year, whether cold or hot,
There's a dainty baked in an earthern pot,
To which my inclination leans
On a Sunday morning pork and beans.
osto Country