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to THE LOKDS OF LABOB. ' They come, they come, In a glorious march, You can hear their steam-steeds neigh, As they dash through Skill's triumphal arch, Or plunge 'mid the danciDg spray. Their bale fires blaze in the mighty forge, Their life-pulse throbs In the mill, Their lightnings shiver the gaping gorge, And their thunders shake the bill. Ho ! these are the Titans of toil and trade, The heroes who wield no sabre; But mightier conquests reapeth the blade That is borne by the Lords of Labor. Brave hearts like jewels light the sod. Throuan the mists of commerce shine, And souls flash out, like stars of God, From the midnight of the mine. No palace is theirs, no castle great, No princely pillar'd hall; But they well may laugh at the roofs of state 'Neath the heaven which Is over all. Ho! these are the Titans of toil and trade, The heroes who wield no sabre ; But mightier conquests reapeth the blade Which Is borne by the Lords of Labor, o Each bares his arm for the ringing strife That marshals the sons of the soil, And the sweat-drops shed in their battle of life Are gems In the crown of toil. And better their well-worn wraths, I trow, Than laurels with lite-blood wet; And nobler the arch of a bare, bold brow Than a clasp of a coronet. Then hurrah for each hero, although his deed Be unblown by the trump or tabor. For holier, happier far is the meed That crowne-th the Lords of Labor ! James Mcfarlaiie, FINDING MAMMA. and How Snsie Searched for Her, Where She Foniid Her. "As for man, his days arc as grass. As the flower of the field so he flour isheth; for the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more." "Men go to sea, and never return. It may be the prince of a nation that the ocean wraps in its chilling waters; it niay be an unknown stowaway, dis owned and dishonored. Death comes to all alike. His stealthy tread ad vances often unheralded. It therefore becomes ,us all, in whatever age or rank of lite we are, to be prepared. 'As for man, his days are as grass,' " repeated the minister. Would he never stop? Susie knew he had been talking for at least three hours. In reality, the poor man had just commenced liis sermon; but there was no denying the facts, that it was a very warm da3', that the pew had a very hard seat and a very stiff back, and that Susie was a very little girl. Her feet didn't come near the floor. In fact, the seat was so high that it was as much as grandma could do to touch hers. Grandma sat in the cor ner and Susie at the end of this old fashioned pew. They always went to church together since mamma died and papa went away in the great ship with the patch on the sail, that Susie and grandma watched out of sight. Grandma let Susie sit in the end be cause it made her feel so important, and sometimes had the effect of keep ing her still. But to-day poor little Susie didn't know what to do. She looked around the little church. It -seemed as though nearly all the old folks had erone to sleep, but, of course, they hadn't; it only looked that way. Then she watched the grandfather long-legs on Deacon Dodd. He crawled slowly up the deacon's stiffly starched Sunday collar. The deacon's hair, stiff and straight with Sunday oil, just met the colar; so Sir Long legs had little trouble in mounting to the deacon's bald spot, in the center of whicn he stopped to rest. Susie thought that if his body was only a little larger, and his legs a great deal longer and spread out evenly over that shiny bald place, he would look just like the black lace crown of Mrs. Dea con's white bonnet. He didn't grow, however, although Susie watched him for fully a minute. So she turned her attention to Elder Brown. Why did he nod so slowly and reverently at everything the minister said, and then ferk his head back suddenly and look around at the congregation? Susie thought that it was very considerate in him to nod assent so affably to all the minister said, and concluded she would do it too. So she wagged her little head slowly and solemnly for ward and back. But what was the ase? It made her dizzy: besides, did minister notice such a little girl as she? She glanced out the window. O, the blue sky, the golden sunshine, the green grass, and the many colored flowers outside! A rose vine, claniber ing up the old church wall, peeped -saucily in, and shook two pink roses at Susie. It seemed as though they blushed and smiled at her alone, and the leaves were just so many fingers beckoning to her to come out side, away from the sleepy deacon, the tiresome sermon and" the stiff backed pew. "'If I could only go," thought Susie. "I don't believe the minister would sare. I don't believe he cares anything about little girls at all. He isn't talk ing to me, anyway. He says: 'Men are like grass.' I'm not a man. I don't believe I'm like grass, either. &ly dear mamma never said so. She called me 'a butterfly,' 'a rosebud,' and her 'own sweet birdie. ' O, mamma! mamma, why did you die and leave mc all alone?" Two great tears rolled down Susie's cheeks, and left two spots on her Sun day dress. A gay bird lighted on a tree near by and chirped, and whistled and flew away. Susie heard him, and aonld see through her tears that the roses were still blushing and beckon ing more smilingly than ever. She glanced at grandma. The old lady was fast asleep. "She won't care, anyway," thought Susie. "I'll meet her at the door when shurch is out, and it will be all right if I take her hand and walk home with her." Down to the floor slid two little feet, and tip-toed noiselessly up the aisle, while a very short distance above them shone two bright eyes, glancing quick ly from side to side. But no one saw the little girl, and in a moment she. stood on the church steps in the free' air and sunshine. Having come thus far, she did not care about goinc far ther, but sat down on the steps , and listened in a dreamy way to the min ister's voice, which was only a fa'.nt njurmer when it reched her. "But just ns her head was drooping in sleep a little dog came down the street. He was a funny little dog, with a yellow and white coat, bright black eyes, a short, stubby, independent tail, and a general air of importance. He stopped in front of Susie, wagged his taiL barked in a friendly manner, and trot ted briskly away. He did not go far, however, but came back and repeated his attempts at making friends. "Do you want me to come with you, doggy?" asked Susie. Doggy barked "Yes," so Susie walked down the steps, and the little girl and little dog were soon tripping down the street like old friends. A Sabbath stillness was in the air; no stir of human industry marred the restful quiet; only the soft music of birds and insects and breezes playing with leaves and grass blades. "Doggy, I wonder if we can't, find mamma. Grandma says "she's gone away beyond the sky,' and lots of times I've tried to see her;' cause, you know, doggy, I think, may be she looks down at me sometimes. Shouldn't you think she would? But I've never seen her yet; for a day like this, when the blue shovvs so plain the sun is always so bright it hurts my eyes, and when it rains the clouds hide the sun, they hide away the pretty blue, too; so of course I couldn't see her then. Isn't it too bad, doggy? But look, doggy! Way down there in Deacon Dodd's meadow lot the blue sky comes right down to the fence, and may be mamma'll be watching for us, and lift us right in." Doggy listened very intelligently to all this, and when his little friend hast ened on, he kept close behind her. On and on they hurried ; but when they reached the place the poor little feet were very tired, the little shoes were very dusty, there was a great tear in the little dress where a cruel thorn had caught it and had scratched one little hand, too, and there were tears in the pretty blue eyes when she said: "O, doggy, isn't it too bad? It isn't here, after all, but way over by the woods, and I'm awful tire.l; aren't you, doggy?" Doggy sat down in a crestfallen manner. Susie certainly looked very crestfalleij, but in a moment she brightened up, saying: 'Never mind, doggy: it isn't so very much farther, and when we get there we'll be sure to get rested. I m afraid it'll be harder to climb up through. I don't know as we could climb a tree, but maybe there'll be a stump we can stand on, and mamma'll reach down and take us. I know she'll reach down if we can't climb up, and when she holds us we'll be sure tt get rested. I never used to get tired at all when my mamma held me, but I'm tired so much since she went up there." "O, hurry, doggy!" cried Susie. "Those ugly clouds have hid the blue, but perhaps we can see it in the woods." But when they reached the woods poor Susie sat down in despair. She was tired and hungry, it was getting dark, and the rain kept falling faster and faster. "O, doggy!'"' she sobbed, "it's no use. I've lost my mamma and can't lind her, and now I believe I've lost grandma, too." When the sermon was ended and the closing hymn was given out, Su sie's erandma was surprised to miss her. After the benediction, she spoke to a number of people about it. "Where can she be?" was asked by all, and several commenced a search for her. When the storm came up more people started out. There was no evening service at church, for by that time the whole town was aroused, but the min ister's prayer, "Our Father, watch over and guard the lost one, aid and comfort the sorrowing ones looking for her, we pray thee, was echoed by many hearts. It was morning when they found her, very wet and fasHasleep. Ten derly the little figure was lifted and carried gently home, the L'ttie dog following sorrowfully, with down cast head and drooping tail. Loving hands laid her on soft pillows, rub bed the tired, cold little feet and placed cool cloths on the hot head. All that day and night she slept, and her dumb friend watched mourn fully beside her with grandma and the doctor, pricking up his ears and wag ging his tail intelligently when the red lips murmured, as they often did; "Almost there, iogg3'; 6urely we are almost there;" or, "We'll lind her soon, doggy; yes, very, very soon." Dawn came. Everything seemed more beautiful after the recent storm. The rain had dusted and polished the leaves till they shone and glistened in the ga)', bright sunlight A sunbeam stole through the shut ter, kissed the curl by Susie's cheek, and crept across her closed eyelids. They opened suddenly; but the blue beneath them had a far-away look, and the little girl seemed listening to a voice no others heard. The watch ers looked on in breathless silence. Her expression became more atten tive, more rapt. "Almost there, dog gy; don't you hear her call us?" Sud denly she gavo a joyful cry, "O, mamma!" and then more faintly, "My own dear mamma!" The lids once more and forever hid the lovely eyes beneath their snowy covers; the roses left her cheeks; but the smile rested on the silent lips. The little hands folded contentedly together, as though clasping unseen but well loved lingers. A soft sigh and Susie had found her mamma. Carrie Clark, in Interior. Statistics about Insanity. Twenty years ago the number of in sane persons in the United States was only 24,042. In 1870 it reached 37,432. and in 1880 treatment was required for 91,950 lunatics. From 1870 to 1880 the increase of insanity was near ly 150 per cent, while that of the total population was about 36. The pro portion of the isane is greatest in New England, while the increase has been most rapid in the Western States. In the State of New York there are thirty-five institutions for the care of these unfortunate people, accommoda ting 11,343 patients, while it is said there are 4,000 provided for at home. In America, apart from several largo county asylums, there are eighty State and forty private institutions for the care of the insane, with a proper capacity for about 40,000 , but contain ing 52,192, thus leaving probably 45, 000 to be cared for elsewhere. CLfilOSITY COLLECTORS. A Denver Dade Who has a. Collection of Japanese Fans. Some people have, mania for wast ing, others for saving. There have been misers and spendthrifts since the world began and will be until it ends. Although the accumulation of wealth I is perhaps the strongest in the majori i ty of people who strive to possess j something, yet there are many who I possess a mania for collecting odd and curious art'cles of more or I less value. Many persons of wealth, ! whether they have taste or not j af e fond of spending their money for I alleged works of art, objects of vertu, ; bric-a-brac, and, in short, anything j which will lead the masses to believe them connoisseurs. Others, with mo I derate means and taste, by the judio- kms expenditure of their means, can j secure objects to beautify their homes. I not deform them. Any one with the j least shrewdness of observation will I admit that the old adage, "There is no disputing about tastes," is strictly i true when he encounters half a dozen collectors of something or other. Although the feminine portion of hu manity is supposed to be essentialy weak When it comes tocollec-tmg trit'.es as light as air. yet there are men with as much, or perhaps greater, vanity than the softer sex. Perhaps there is not a girl in the city who hasn't her room decorated with plaeques, picture cards, chronios. or something of the kind, but there is a young, dudish fel low, clerk in a dry goods store in Den ver, can carry off the plam. His ma nia is Japanese fans, and his room in one of the blocks in the city would be well worth 25 cents admission to see. The coiling and walls are completely hidden by lans of all shapes and sizes. The head and foot-board of his bed are radiant with Japanese beauties, daub ed on cheap paper with cheaper pa nt A young lady on Champa street has a crazy quilt made from the silk lin ings of 300 dismantled hois yielded to her clutching fingers by adoring swains, who woie perfectly willing, when solicited, to give up the bright est thing about their heads. But she has done the fair thing by the boys, and every square bears the autograph of the man to whom the lining of the hat belonged As she sleeps under the quilt she certainly has pleasant dreams. Another young lady, also on Cham pa street is a collector of hanker chiefs. She has laid her male friends under contribut on, and woe be to the i young man who exhibits a handsome wipe in her presence. Just how many I nose muzzlcrs she has no cne knows, but she appeared at a fancy dress car I nival one night in an elegant gown j made entirely f hankerchiefs. It ie a common thing for many ! voung men to adorn their rooms with the pictures of actresses, who they palm off on the unknowing as young lady mashes, but in marked contrast to the dude with the fans and tbe oth ers of the same ilk struck on photo graphs rs a young man, not excessive ly muscular in development, who is struck on pictures of prize-fighters and athletes, and his room is plastered from top to bottom with the mugs of short-haired gentry. And still another young lady this one lives on the west side is a bangle fiend. From wrist and neck and waist dangle bangles, principally silver dimes, but here and there a a:old dol lar, each and every one with the mon gram'of the donor upon it The lady is young yet, but if she continues through fife to have as good luck as she has had during the past two years, it will not be long before she will be worth her weight in gold. She evidently has a practcal turn of mind. But your small girl and small boy are your inveterate collectors. A girl generally commences on a string of spools, then has a string of buttons, and when a little older has picture cards, making life rather wearisome to those from whom she levies tribute. It may be added that no girl between the ages of (5 and 12 years considers herself excessively happy unless she has a small bag of assorted beans. Everything is grist that comes to the small boy collector. Marbles, tops, kites, balls, strings, knives, and a thousand and one things which would go to swell his pockets and make him feel that he is the proud possessor of something his playmates haven't The rage for collecting postage stamps is al so a trait of numerous small bovs, and a Denver lad who has applied himself asiduously to the task for three years has a colloct'on which would make him moderately wealthy- were it not that they are all defaced. Another boy has a collection of knives, and how he has managed to secure 400, as he is only 10 years of ago, is a marvel, yet he has them nev ertheless, and is fond of exhibit ng them to other boys, taking care that none of them are pocketed by admir ing kids. The true collector, whether of cost ly curiosities or trash, must have a touch of madness in his bra n or :s a genius in his line, as he applies him self so attentively to the one thing that his mind becomes brilliant at one point of action. ' A Louisiana negro is reported by a Southern paper to be a great snake fancier, but his fancy gets no farther than their heads. In his cabin he has over 1,000 heads of snakes and other raptiles. The heads are all tacked to the walls and he is as fond of exibiting his treasures to his visitors as a pom pous, well-fed gentleman is of display ing the gems of his art gallery. One of the queerest geniuses of the genus collector is a junk dealer on the West Side. Plying his occupation he has secured quite a number of quaint and curious things, but he is always ready to sell any and every thing but his collection of bottles. He has a variety that would bring him a con siderable sum of money were he to dis pose of them, but this he refuses to do. He has them piled in fantastic rows in his back yard and has made the his tory of every bottle a study. For in stance, he will point to a bottle that once contained Aver's sarsaparilla, and will tell in his broken English who Ayer was. how he came to be a manufactur er of patent medicine. The man is a walking encyclopedia on bottles, and would take a long journey for a bottle of a strange shape if he thought it had ever contained anything from which he could weave a history. His friends laugh at him over his mono mania for bottles and call him a bottle maniac, but he goes on as undisturb ed as if he were accumulating gold by the cubic foot The collector, toy or girl, man or woman, probably supplies a vacancy in the W'orld, but if he were to disap pear it is not probable that he would be missed. It would be like putting your finger in a bowl of water, draw ing it out and looking for the hole. Some Other Heroes. Poet Bun. There is something wrong in the es teem in which heroes are held by the people. That is, the hero worship seems to be confined to soldiers. Sol diers who are heroes, who risk their lives and live, or die, are entitled to all the taffy that they receive, but there are other heroes who should be men tioned occasionally. Within the past two weeks a dozen firemen have rushed into burning buildings to save life and property, and they have gone down to a more horr.ble death than a soldier often suffers, and aside from the pub lication of their names in the papers, spelled wrong, nothing is heard of them. It is bliss for a soldier to be shot through the head or heart, in battle, compared to the death of a fireman in a burninsr building. Soldiers who go into battle once in a life-time, with a chance that one cut of forty will be killed, arc bravo. There is no doubt about that, and the praises that are sung of them are not out of place. But almost every day firemen go into more dangero'is. places than soldiers ever do. Tho soldier who is crippled has a rea sonable assurance of receiving a pen sion. If he is killed his family gets the pension, and his body may be burled in a national cemetery, and a monument be erected to his memory, while poets sing and orators orate of his bravery. The tireman goes down with a burning build ng, his black onod remains are put in a box. his brother firemen chip in towards fhe funeral, his widow takes in washing to support the children, and ten chances to chmj, if the fireman is killed in the middle of a month, the common coun cil of his city kicks on paying his sal ary beyond the time the walls fell. Thero is no pension, no monument, no poetn. no oration, nothing but oblivion- The fireman who is ready to risk his life night or day to save a barn with a horse in it. or a house with wo men or children in it, and who does risk his life a dozen times each year, receives about the same pay that a po liceman receives who never risks his life except from sleeping in the open air. The clerk who measures calico gets more salary than the tireman. In most cities these brave and noble men are on a par, in the way of salary, with tbe street car conductor. Citizens who are protected in the'r lives and property by the blue-coated firemen do not know one when they meet him, and they never visit the engine house to get acquainted. A hero who is as brave and devoted and as self-sacrificing as any- hero of the war may be liv ing in two rooms in the same block with us, using his small salary to sup port and educate a family of children, and we don't know there is such a man. We may hear that such a man has died of consumption, contracted by hanging to a ladder on a burning building in the most inclement night of winter, and a-nde from being sorry we do not investigate to see if the family is left destitute. A fireman is run over and killed by his engine, and we have road of his death, and wonder if we ever seen him. Every city should pay her firemen well, hire them as long as they desire to work, and pro vide for their families when they die. Latest Styles in Bracelets. Jewellers' Circular. The bracelets worn to-day are in re markable contrast with the old fash ioned chain manacles and stiflj broad bands of former . times. The latter were valued chiefly according to size and weight, while the present styles include only such as are delicate and dainty in construction and of artistic 2attern and finish. Numbered with new things attracting deserved atten tion and promising to have a long run are elastic reversible gold bracelets. These bracelets are composed of little box-shaped sections strung together on a gold wire spring, and so at ranged that the; bra clet can be slipped over j the hand with perfect ease, antl yet a 1 ! just it.-elf closely to the arm when in place, By this arrangement "trouble ! some fastenings are entirely dispensed with, and there is not the slightest ! danger of losing the bracelet from the ! arm. In addition to th merits of flex ibility, durability and elasticity, is tho fact that these bracelets are reversible. They are equally well finished on both sides, and show two distinct styles of finish, affording two bracelets in one. For instance, the block j attern sec tions on one side may present the 'crackle'' or "bark" finish, and on the other a plain or etched surface; or again, gems may appear on one side for evening wear, and a plate surface on the other for less ceremonious oc casions. The bracelets are as readilv turned as are a strand of beads on a, rubber cord, with the advantage of a durable gold wire coil in place of de structible rubber. Meat Food for Nervous People. Pork is good for nervous people, but is not easily digested. Wild game is excellent Fish is good for nervous people. Eggs boiled ;ust enough to harden the white are easily digested. It is a mistake about people eating too much. The majority do not cat enough. iNervous dyspepsia comes from working too hard and not eating enough. When a man begins to suffer from overwork he should cat plentv of good bread and butter, dr:nk "two quarts of milk a day, and eat plenty of good meat. Wh n such a person resorts to a vegetable diet he grows weaker and loses his nerve power. Dec. 1 has been fixed as the date for taking the census of Germany. The statistical bureau estimates that 1,96c, 745 persons born in Germany are now residing in the United States. Stories of Clever Children. Tlnsfeys Ms-'M&i. The coolest child I think that I ever met was at a juvenile party. It was a very grand affair awl the little ones were drinking champagne, and eating oyester pattves and other messes with the greatest gusto. Silent, stately waiters were moving about, and seeing this little one's plate empfcv, ono asked her what she would take." : A little twifle, if yon please," she said. The waiter procured it, and asked if she would take anything with it, mean ing a tart, or something of that sort The lobster salad rested on the table in front of the child, and her eyes were attracted by the pretty pieces of pink lobster mingling with the green let tuce and gold and white egg. "I'll take some of that," she said, indicating the salad by a wave of her lit le hand. Tho stately waiter looked surprised, and almost laughed. "Lobster salad with trifle, miss," he sa'd: I never heard of such a thing." The child saw she had made a mis take, and a bright blush flushed her face; but never would she own it; but looked haughtly up into the smiling waiter's face, and said, as cooly as possible; "I always take them together." And she ate the abominable mixture too. without a grimace. I envied that child. Another child I once met never would be outdone. She would s:iy the most ridiculous things to prove that every thing in her home was larger or better than in the homes of others. One day sho was taking luncheon with her aunt The lettuce had been brought to the table just cut in four pieces, and without dressing. The child looked at it, and smiled in a su perior manner. "My mamma always has the salad cut up and dressed," she said. Her aunt laughed, aud seeing a lit tle stranger in the person of a tiny sins coiled comfortably up among the crinkled leaves, called the child's at tention to it. "Perhaps you don't have nice little things like this, ,in 3"our salad," she said. The child looked at it a moment, then said proudly: "That's nothing, we have immense slugs in ours." I came across a little boy of a pro foundly religious turn of mind. Noth ing pleased him so much as being talked to about heaven and hell, and the angels of light and darkness. "Mother," ho said one da3', "when people die do their souls go up?" "Yes. m" dear," she answered. "And what color are they?" His mother scarcely knew what to answer. It's so difficult to explain to a child, so she answered, perhaps inju dicionsly: "The "good have white souls, dear, and the bad black." "Quite black, mother never spot ted?" "No, dear." "Not if they are only pretty good and prett' bad, would the3- not be black and white then?" "I think not dear." The bo" was not satisfied, and a neighl:or"(Mrs. Baker) happening to fall dangerously ill just then, he was most anxious in his inquiries us to how she was. and whether we should call her a good woman. One day a friend came in. and chanced to sa3' that Mrs. Barker was expected to breathe her last, every moment." The words were no sooner out of her mouth than Freddy rushed into the garden, and be gun watching iurs. issuer s nouse. in about a quarter of an hour he returned, and electrified us with these words: "I've seen Mrs. Baker's soul go up, and it's piebald." Almost the sharpest person I ever met was a tin- girl of about five years old. She would treasure up phrases and quotations she had heard other people make use of, and bring them out in the oddest way. One evening, her mother failed to do something which she had been asked to do, her father made use of the quo tation: "'Tis foily to remember, and 'tis wisdom to forget" Quite an hour alter the child's nurso came to take her to bed. She walked around the room, sa'd "Good-uight" to everyone, then entered into an an imated' conversaton with an elderly man. The nurse still stood at the door waiting for Lhe child, so her mamma called her. "Baby, dc.r." No notice. "Baby, dear." " "Es mamrna." "Have 3-011 forgotten thai the nurso is waiting?" Such a wicked face was turned round, such a knowing dimple played round her lips, and lurked withen her e' es. "'Tis folly to wemember, and 'tis wisdom to i'odet," she said, then ran out of the room roaring with laughtei at her own wit. These four are the most droll little ones that I ever met: not now and then only were they funny, but almost con tinually, and I think tney have cer tainly the right to be called '"Cute Kids." Be Thorough. Exchange It was Carryle who said, "Genius is an immense capacity for taking trouble," and George Eliot, gives the same thought in other words: "Genius is, at first, little more than a great ca pacity for receiving disciplina" The most successful have always been the most painstaking. Aprominent judge living near Cincinnati, wishing to have a. rough fence built, sent for a carpen ier, and said to him: "I want this fence mended to keep out the cattle. There are some un planed boards use them. It is out of sight from the house, so you need not take time to make a neat job. I will' only pay you a dollar and a half." However, afteiward, the judge, com ing to look at the work, found the boards were planed and the fence fin ished with exceeding neatness. Sup posing the young man had done it to make a costly job of it he said, an grily: "I told you this fence was to be cov ;red with vines. I do not care how it looks." "1 do," said the carpenter. "How much do you charge?' asked the judge. "A dollar and a half," said the man, shouldering his tools. "Wh' did you spend all that labor in the job, if not for the money?" "For the job, sir.' "Noljod- would have seen the poor flrork on it." "But I should have known it was there. No; I'll only take a dollar and a half." And ho took it and went away. Ten years afterward the judge had a contract to give for the building of certain magnificent public buildings. There were man- applicants among master builders, but one face attracted attention. It was that of the man who had built the fence. "I knew," said the judge, afterward telling the story, "we should have only good, genuine work from him. I gave him the contract and made a rich man of him." The Hon. Josiah Quincy was at ono lime conversing with Daniel Webster upon the importance of doing even the smallest thing thoroughly and well, when the great man related an inci dent concerning a pett3' Insurance case which was brought to him while a young lawyer at Portsmouth. Tbe fee promised was only $20. Yet, to do ins ol ents full justice, Webster found he must journey to Boston to consult the law library. This involved an ex pense of above the amount of his fee, but after hesitating a little, lie decided to go to Boston and consult the au thorities, let the cost be what it might. He gained the case Years after this Webster was passr ing through the city of Neyv York. An important insurance cose was to be tried that day, and one of the coansel had beeu suddenly prostrated by ill ness. Money was no object and Web ster was asked to name his terms and conduct the case. "It is preposterous," said he, "to expect me to prepare a legal argument at a few hours' notice." But when they insisted that he should look at the papers, he consent ed . It was his old twentv--dollar case over again, and having a remarkable memory, he had all the authorities in his mind and won the case. The court know he had no time for preparation, and was astonished at the skill with which he handled the case. "So you see." said Webster, .as he concluded, "I was handsomely paid, both in fame and money, fer thatjour ne3r to Boston; and the moral is, that good work is rewarded in the end, though, to be sure, one's self-approval should be enough." Thoroughness implies attention to de tails, neatness and method A young man who was shrewd and exacting, but whose business habits were care less and unmethodical, succeeded, by hard work and economy, in establish ing a prosperous business, but failed and went into bankrupted at the early age of thirty-live because of his care lessness in omitting to place a note for a large amount in his bills payable. Word That Will Not Make Ships. There arc sixteen species of trees in America whose perfectly dry wood will sink in water. The heaviest of these is the black ironwood (condalia i'errea) of southern Florida, which is more than thirty per cent heavier than water. Of the others, the best known are the lignum vita- (gualacum sanc tum) and mangrove (hizphora man gle). Another is a small oak (qtier cus grisea), found in the mountains of Texas, southern New Mexico and Arizona, and westward to the Colo rado desert, at an elevation of ;".000 to 10, CO" ) feet. All the species in which the wood is heavier than water belong to scmi-trop cal Horida or the arid in terior Pacific region. Wallace Ross is practicing daily oa the Harlem river for his coming race with Beach of England. His shell is thirtv-two feet long, eleven inches wide", weight thirty pounds, and is fit'ed up with spco'n oars and Davii locks The Kind They Raise at Yale- Cinctrnfiti Kn'julrt-r. "I have another card story," con tinued Major Calkins, "and Senator. Jones, of Nevada, is my authority for it. He says the incident actually hap pened in one of the little mining towns of his state. One night at the leading -aloon of this little town a party of a half dozen were playing poker. Among the players was a nice young fellow, a graduate of Yale College, and a man who had been qu t suc cessful at mining, and had at the same !:me made himself popular w.th his fellows. Another member of the par ty was a one-eyed stranger, and the l est was made" up of honest miners about the camp. The play went on from early in tho evening until about midnight, and all this time the one eyed man seemed to got all the good hands. Several times the college grad uate thought he saw that the man was cheating, but he did not appear to no tice it. "At midnight the college graduate rose up ai;d quietly said: 'Gentlemen, we are all tired pla3'ing, and some of us are about broke. I propose now that we have a recess, and have some oysters and champagn. After we are thiough we will throw away these cards, get a new deck, and see if oui luck don't change. We will set out to play a square game, and' (-here he look ed hard at the one-eyed stranger as he put his hand on the revolver at his belt) 'and the first man we catch oheating we will shoot out his other eye.' Well the motion was carried, the oysters were eaten, and the luck did change. Hie one-eyed man lost ever3r cehr of his winnings, and as day light broke through tho dirty panes of the saloon windows he arose declaring himself dead broke." H. H. Bancroft, the historian of Central America and the Pacific states is only 53 years old. This gives him much time yet if fate spares him, iD which to complete his herculean task. Alabama physicians say- that pneu monia is worse now in that state than ever before in the.r experic nee a peri od of thirty or forty years.