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Terms.
communications.
Miss J?everill's Pride.
mean to desert us," said she, "because
tbat foolisli ult or an Acnes doesn't
"I never hpnnl nf such Imnertlneuce." Know when Her bread Is well buttered,
said Acnes Peverill, throwing down the Remember It's a woman's privilege to
letter she held, ana half crying in ner cuauge uer minu. ii you neglect us,
vexation. "How aare ne write sucu You shut your life from happier chance.'
4 It t n i 9 Wl n f mi of naaa Iioq ha i
to lov me? He never would have as U? Poet Nobody knows what
dared write like this if If papa were
alive and we had not lost our money.1
"You may thank yourself for this,"
said Grandma 1'everlll, looking over
her spectacles with an air of concern
"You have amused yourself considera
bly with Harold Helper, to my certain
knowledge. When one dances, one
must pay the piper."
"I don't understand you, grandma. I
certainly never gave bim a shadow of
encouragement. I have guessed for
some time that he that he didn't dis-
like me, you know: but I never dreamed
that he would dare say as much. Papa's
clerk! Why, I've seen him sweeping
out the office, and his fingers as inky as
Caddy JeJIyby's."
'Men are audacious creatures," ob
served grandma; "but if you knew that
hedidn't exactly hate you, you oughtn't
to have, accepted him as escort when
you were learning to ride. When your
papa brought bim home to uiue, you
needu't have made yourself so attract
ive, need you? You might have had a
headache in your own room, or au invi
tation out. -lou needn't nave talked
pretty nonsense with him by the hour,
while your father and I look our after-
dinner nan9, need you V"
"One can't help Girting a little,
grandma?"
"What, with one's father's clerk?
And no doubt one can't help working
bim slippers and braiding watch chains,
either."
"Why, of course one gives birthday
and Christmas gifts to all one's ac
quaintances, even to old Biddy, the
pauper. One doesn't expect them to
presume on .that, however."
"And so you thiuk Mr. Helper is pre
suming when he offers you his heart's
love and all his worldly prospects?
Why so?
"I think he is presuming, because the
Peverills are not of his order, grand
mamma. They came over in tbe 'May'
flower;' they are descended from Lord
Peverill; they have graduated at col
leges, have enjoyed elegant accomplish
ments ever since, aud have never soiled
their hands with the grime of-labor,
while Mr. Helpei's ancestors were illit
erate mechanics, who murdered the
king's English. Why, his own father
was a stone-cutter. I've beard papa say
80."
"And supposing that yours had been
a mechauic, what objection would you
have urged ?"
"Why, it's not a supposable case,
grandmamma a Peverill a stone
cutter!" "But supposing you were- not a Peverill?"
"My imagination is not bold enough
for such a flight. You see, I have all
the prejudices of my class. I would
choose unhappiness sooner than marry
beueaib me."
"Then I am to understand that you
consider yourself superior to Harold
Helper. It is some years since he
figured as your father's inky-fiugered
clerk, remember. Since then he has
written a book, he lias invented a ma
chine, he has lectured to scientists.
Wherein does your superiority consist?
"What have you been doing iu the
mean time?"
"I have been rubbing" papa's gouty
toe, and accepting the attention of Miles
.Bond."
"You don't mean "
"I mean that I shall probably marry
Miles Bond some line day, if nothing
nappens."
"Will you recon
asked you a year
"Marry Miles Bond !" repeated grand- f7rcavvav
nm. if h.,i ,oi.i tt.at oi.u ro already xar uwaj
mau happen.
"iiut 1 near tnat Missi'everin lias en
couraged Mr. Bond," said Harold, help
lessly.
And you're going to stand aloof and
let little Miles Bond walk over you?
Now let me tell you that I mean to
make you and Miles executors of my
will; so Pd like to keep on friendly
terms with you don't you see?"
Thank you; but aren't we friends,
near or apart?"
",'Tis said tbat absence conquers love,"
slio laughed; "aud haven't you heard of
the virtue tnat resides in propinquity
If Acnes sees Miles every day, and you
once in six weeks, which do you thiuk
she will be most likely to love best?"
It is not likely that she will ever
love me, whatever happens."
"Who said she would never love yon7
Aren't you worth forty Miles Bonds?"
"Certainly not in Miss i'everilrs re
gard."
"Prithee, what do you know ot uer
regard, Sir Faintheart?"
"Very little, to be sure."
"Tleclther fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
That dares not put It to the touch,
To gain or lose It all. "
"Haven't I put my fate to the touch,
Mrs. Peverill, and haven't I found that
my deserts are miserably small?"
"Dear me! I see that you don't know
that. women blow twenty ways of a
morning. Who knows but she is cry
ing her pretty eyes out this minute, and
wishing with all her silly heart that
she had it to do over again?"
"Miles knows," laughed Harold.
"Come aud see who knows best. An
old woman's advice isn't to be sneezed
at. I refused my first lover myself, be
cause I thought he'd come back and
tease me into it, but he never did.
Served me right, too."
And Harold did as lie was told.
He made himself intimate at the Pev-
erill's as of old. He was there iu sea
son and out of season. He bore with
the caprices of Agues aud the conde
scensions of his rival. He was often
left to the tender mercies of Grandma
Peverill while Agues aud Miles made
liie garden or the river echo with their
songs. He came aud went like a
shadow. When Agnes chose to lis
ten, he let loose his enthusiasm; when
she gave him the cold shoulder, lie ac
cepted it without a murmur as if one
should be grateful for any gift of her's
and fell back upou theold lady's unfail
ing Kindness, one day, however, even
Grandma Peverill failed him. She
waked one day from a doze, and asked,
Is It really love" glancing alter the
two, pelting each other with roses in the
garden.
"It looks like it," gasped Harold.
"Time will prove time, that unlocks
all secrets and discloses all impostures.
Miles is of the earth, earthy. He loves
liue society and grandlatbers and coats
of arms. It is a crime in his eyes to be
born without a silver spoou iu one's
mouth.
"'But what Is lov4 made for,
If It Is not the same
Through Joy and through sorrow.
Through glory and shame ?"
Then she fell into a dose again. The
shadows draped themselves about her; a
star came out aud leaned to look into the
window; a late bird twittered on aspray
near by, and made a sudden gush of
music through the place; the murmur
of laughing voices came faintly toward
them on the breeze, iiut Harold lis
tened alone, for Grandma Peverill was
the level of her lips,
sider the question I
ago, darling?"
And Agnes reconsidered.
Mrs. Helper had been married a year
and better, when it occurred to her, in
an idle moment, to overhaul Grandma
Peverill's papers, now that they were
her own possessions; and when she
heard Harold calling her, she went
slowly out to meet
them "crushed in her soft
"What have you there, darling?" he
asked.
"Aud you knew it all the while!" she
nuswered, irrelevantly; "you knew I
was not a Peverill, descended from the
Crusader; you knew tbat I had been
adopted from a foreigh foundliug asy
lum ! And yet you loved me! and yet
you married me, Agues Nobody !" and
Mrs. Helper began to cry, and allowed
herself to be clasped in the aims of a
stone-cutter's sou, and found comfort
iu it.
"'Lovo Is not love, which alters
When It alteration llnds,'"
said Harold.
"But I may be the daughter of a cob
bler, of a pauper, or wqrse," she sobbed.
"You are my wife, and I love you."
"Then I would rather be your wife
than the daughter of a king," said she,
smiling through her tears.
Mr. Helper had forgotten to burn the
letter which Grandma Peverill had
.written to her executors, and so pride
had a fall.
Idealism.
HotelLife. '
Did you ever live in a hotel ?
Yes ?
Then I pity you.
No?
Then I envy you.
Anil yet hotels are the place to study
human nature, and get your lessons by
heart, too.
I've tieen a hotel boarder for five years.
When I began I was a quiet, modest lit
tle woman as ever you sav, but now
well, never mind what I am now.
Jn the hrst place it tries your temper.
Theservants won't work unless they're
ell feed; the waiters pass you by un
less they're bought; the call-hoys never
ear any bell mug by a guest who never
tips.
This spoils the temper.
If I pay a hotel three dollars a day
r everything, everything is to he
mine.
I won't be put off witli hash when I
ant quail.
And if I can cat twenty-four buck
wheat cakes, I will eat 'em, and that's
II there's about that.
The servants use my brush, and un
ravel their kinky hair with my best
comb.
I won'teven swear to my tooth-brush.
I send undergarments, with lovely
frills, aud tucks, and things, into the
ash, aud (hey come back without tbe
frills, untucked, and holey,
There's starch enough in the rufiles
about my neck to scratch the epidermis
from the back of a hippopotamus, but
there isn't enough in my petticoat to
stilleu a mosquito's bill.
The soap well, the soap is funny
Generally it's a piece of slate, hard as
brass and smooth as oil. It never knew
lather, aud as for suds, the very idea
chokes me.
There's a plauo in the parlor, but no
music
Not that it isn't played on, for from
arly morn till dewy eve children thrum
t and brides peck at It.
JJou't think me iretful. 1 really am
mamma, as if she had said that she was
coinc to marry the Khan ofTartary,
"You seem to be astonished, grand
mamma,
"Yes a little. He's a born aristocrat."
"Exactly; there's a pair of us. I shall
be entitled to consideration in the beau
monde as his wife, don't you see ?" For
it must be confessed that since Mr. Pev
erill's death and insolvency the beau
monde bad looked coldly upon his
pretty daughter, in spite of the Peverill
coat of arms and the luxuriance of tbe
family tree.
"Then you do not care a fig for Mr.
Helper " asked grandma,
"Is it necessary for me to deny the
soft impeachment, when I have almost
made up my mind to accept another ?"
"When I was a girl " began tbe old
lady,
"You loved brocades and brocatelles
as well as your cranddauchter."
"ButTdid not sell myself for "them
And so you are really engaged to Miles
Bond, and there's no help fur it?'
"Well, not really engaged; I won't
give my word at least not quite yet.
You see, grandmamma, one hesitates to
rivet tbe chain, as they say in novels,
And then Miles says he will wait; he
won't hurry me; he'd rather wait a cen
tury in sweet suspense, as lie calls it,
than to be retused at once. Iiut I
A few weeks later Miles Bond and
Mr. Helper were eugaged looking over
the private papers of the late Mrs. Pev
erill, as her executors. That modest
portion of her fortune which ber son's
speculations had lett intact, she had be
queathed to Agnes. Presently Miles
raised his eyes irom tbe paper he had
been inspecting. "A rascally piece of
business," lie groaned, betweeu his
teeth. Should he quietly light his cigar
with the paper, bury its contents in ob
livion, and marry Agnes, and go on his
way rejoicing? No; perish the thought!
A .Bond, of the Uouds of .Bondholder,
who could trace their lineage to the
Conqueror ! A thousand times no ! He
made a desperate resolve, and passed tbe
sheet to Harold. It was merely a letter
from the late Mrs. Peverill, setting
forth a certain family matter, which she
had deemed it wise that they should
know, not as executors, but as lovers
'Of course this will not affect-your in
terests," said Harold, uiing the paper
away, quite at ins ease.
'It might not," sneered Miles, "if
were not a Bond, with family credit to
sustain."
'And yet," said the other, "Sbak-
apeare tells us that
"Love Is not love, which alters
"When itulteratlon llnds.'"
sup
pose it will all end one way." "Shakspeare be hanged !" quoth the
-Ana wuai win you answer tonaroia quondam lover.
Helper?" The following week, when Mr.'Helne
"Heaveu only knows. It will not do dropped in to pay his respects to Agnes
to tell a man who oflers one his heart he found her watering Iter bed of mig-
mat ue ougnt, to nave Known oeiier." nonettes and pausies.
"Nor that you will not marry him "Oh," she said, presently,
Decause uis iaiuer was a stone-cutter."
Mr. Helper accepted his refusual.
however, with a good grace. He made
no fuss about it; he merely assured ber
tbat her happiness would always be
dearer to him than his own.
"That's the letter of a gentleman,"
said grandma, "if his father wus forty
times a stobe-cutter."
"Pshaw!" said Miss Agnes, tearing it
into fragments; but, curiously enough,
gathering them together as soon us Mrs,
Peverill's back was turned, as if they
were sweet to her as scattered rose
and half
shyly, "the oddest thing has happened
1 must tell somebody l How dear
grandmamma would laugh if she were
here, and say it served me right ! I re
ceived a note yesterday, (you could
scarcely call it a billet-doux, though it
was Irom Miles), and what do you thiuk?
He says in it there, turn your eyes
away, don't look at me so while I tell
you he begs me to release him from an
engagement, which, upon close exami
nation of his heart under the micro
scope, I suppose lie finds himself una
bie.to fultlii ! jNow, you must know
leaves. Perhaps she was thinking of J tbat there never was an engagement at
me uays wuen Mr. Helper was uer all between us; ue just teased my soul
laiuers cieru, ana uaa taught uercness out oi me to marry nim, and l promised
winter evenings days when she was Only to think of it! A Peverill, a de
not so worldly-minded, and more ro- scendant of one Rupert Peverill. who
mantle, and didn't guess the worth of figured in the Crusades, jilted by Miles
position anu long descent, jferhans she Bond I It must be that grandmamma'
regretfully remembered the spring joiuture disappointed the poor youth
njuruiugs wuen mey pusnen through Motto: .Never appoint as your executo
the woods for wild flowers and ferns, the man whom you wish to marry your
wueu ue maue a uuaiut amum tnr norihoir"
of pressed sea-weeds she had it hidden
away somewhere now.
"It would never do," she said, half
aioud, answering some unspoken
tuougnt. "l should always be hanker
ing for family and money. One must
give up something; it may as well be
"You don't seem to take the affai
much to heart," said Harold
"Because my heart wasn't concerned
in it."
"What under heaven were you think
ingof.then?"
"1 was thinking whether or no you
love as any thing; Oh, if my father had you had changed you mind, sir; whether
uuiy oeen a stone-cutter, too:" you would ever again dare "
Grandma Peverill met Mr. Helper in "I dare do all that doth become
tbe street later. "I hope yoa don't1 lover," asseverated Harold, Inclining to
Sepulture of the Brooklyn Theater's Dead.
On Saturday. December 9, the grief- The tendency to fashion Ideals is in-
stricken Citv of Brooklyn, the weather herent in human kind ; fewpersons so
belnc intensely coin, anu me wind prosaic, so lacking in imaginative vein,
blowing a furious gale, buried its uu- as not to have, tested its presence at
known dead, amidst the universal some period of their lives few so dull
mourning and sorrow of all classes of and spiritless as to be eternally content
citizens.- Private aud public buildings with fact.
wern drnned with emblems of woe. anil Pronerlv comprehended, idealism is
Lt,u r everywhere the flags were half-masted, an aid to aim, be this emotional, ambi-
fi i.,i Notwithstanding the bitter cold, thous- tioual, or indifferent in range, since
?uib uuuv.o. I , . . . . I ,i . - .. ., ....1.1
ailU were in ine streets i wimna iuc wituout perieci couceimuus lueiu wuuiu
funeral procession, aud with a deprnssed betriteannroxitnation unto good. Ideals
air of repression and solemnity, indeed, are the spurs which urge us to accom
with a tone ot saddened awe prevailing, pnsnmeut. To prop our aims wuu me
the immense multitude waited patiently same, to rest them in tiie nearest ap
for the procession to start. It was after proximate state, is our most available
two o'clock when the military, preceded highway to content.
bv a sou ad of mounted police, neared Unhappily, humanity is prone to for-
Flatbush and Sixth Avenues, with the get that it can but approximate ; hence
Forty-seventh Kegiment on ine rigutoi tanure aud injurious etlects. aucn Be-
tbe line and the Tweoty-tniru negi- quel not only embitters sell, but reuecis
ment in hollow square formation as a detrimentally wherever its influence is
guard of honor, aud surrounding the felt. Illustrating its prevalence we
hearses, seventeen nearses anu roriy- note .skepticism, scorn or the castles
live undertakers' wag'flns, with from one that fresh enthusiasm builds; theold
to four coffins each, followed, and after cautioning the young against iraagina
them came carriages with relatives and lion not as a power to be curbed, but
friends, carriages with ministers and oi- as an evil to be resolutely set aside; and
iicials, the Thirteenth Itegituent Closing all because men and women nave cov
the rear of the procession. I eteii ends impossible for humanity to
Flatbush Avenue, on both sides, was attain, and crushed by disappointment.
full of spectators, and there was scarcely admit safety only in tbe opposite ex
a window on that tliorouguiare through treme.
Un such fashion retaliate the maiority
of humau kind not only in self en
deavor, but sharply in exterior judg
ment crops forth .their narrow base.
Religion eveu is condemned, .if its vo
taries fail to satisfy their pet ideal; they
win countenance no lnendsuip not in
perfect harmony with the same; and so
on through the category, despising
pleasant truits iu-tlieir irrational striv:
lug for as truly rational ends.
iiut it is in connection with the deeper
human emotions that we nnd the best
illustrations of this phase. Take the
premartial state, developed as far as en
gagement; here is a broad margin for
irrationality aud mistakes. Alan in
some cases, not content to wed a worn
an, must needs transform heriuto a ma
terialized angel; she, iu turn, exalts to
a demi-god. Together these look for
ward to a perfect tuture a fool's para
dise it may be aptly termed. For when
the wings drop aud the idol turns to
clay, these unfortunates have naught
but husks few sulllcieutly wise to ac
cept approximation as all they can ra
tionally expect. Ine curb is needed
which gloomy faces were not regarding
tbe spectacle. A long row of partly fin
ished brown-stone-front houses at At
lantic and Flatbush Avenues preseuted
an especially noteworthy appearance,
seeming, as It did, almost all wiudows,
and every window thronged by as many
persons as could get a peep from it.
As the coffins passed, many upon the
sidewalks did reverence to death by bar
ing their heads, and frequently women
sobbed aloud.
The march was a terrible one, for its
oppressive gloom, tbe deadly cold, and
the grier on every band.
The head of the procession entered
the Twenty-fifth street gate of Green
wood Cemetery at 2:45 o'clock, the
bands at the moment playing dirges
that mingled their tones with the
mournful tolling of the cemetery bell.
Battle Hill, where the arrangements
for the interment of the bodies in one
common grave had already beeu made,
is tbe highest point of ground in the
cemetery, and is situated but a short
distance from the gate by which the
procession entered. Here a circular
trench uad beeu cut, seven leet deep and here to restrain such rampant premises.
thirteen feet wide, nearly surrounding
a round sodded space ten feet In diame
ter, upon wnicb the projected monu
ment is to stand. One by one the
hearses and undertakers' wagons passed
up the mam avenue, each, in turn, stop
ing there long enough to discharge its
ghastly frieght and then moving away
by Battle Avenue. I'rora each, one to
four colli us were lifted out. Twelve
cemetery employes received the coffins;
six carrying each one up the steep in
cline to the trench, and lowering it to
eight other employes four on each side
of the point of delivery who method
ically placed them in a double row, the
heads all pointing luwardiy, on tne bot
tom of the trench.
At length the coffins were all in place
To the 79 containing 101 bodies
brought now, were added two which
had arrived before, each containing one
recognized victim of the disaster, which
had been brought by relatives and
friends. The double row of black coffins
almost filled the trench. Sixty German
siugers, members of the Brooklyn
Saengerbund, south Brooklyn liuartette
Club, Sehuetzenlust and .Brooklyn
nrt T liotroult manflnito.l t li li,i..a tml 1 . . . . Z. " 7 . . t
mu,,,, lu.s, Maennerchor, led by W. Uroschel, stood them, or
tho Inaa nf mv nnlrkirtio I faal flint In doq I .. !..'.
V; v . i ' .,.11 upon the central grass-plat and sang ist in either
nlfl lintola nr., ufitltloil In n linn- nr oi I . .. .. . . 1 T . I . . .
i t . .. , , V. , i , b ! Abt's "itepose." xneitev. John parser sibie realization
aim ji uon-i iiiiuu tue Kins usiuir aciuart .,,i ti. iti.,t Un!nni .i,-ll
girls using an
or so of perfume.
It improves them.
But there's a young man in the next
room who whistles, aud he comes in
late, and smokes.
I can stand a cigar, aud there's a kind
of romance about a pipe, but the fellow
smoses a oeastiy pacK oi nasty cigar- of immortality.
cites ccijr uigiu ui ilia inc.
It dries bis blood not that I care for
that, though.
A woman in a hotel is isolated from
creation
If she's old and ugly, she might as
well be in a desert.
If she's young and pretty, she'd bet
ter be.
I'm old and ugly, and that's what's
the matter. 1 llustraled Times.
read, the Protestant Episcopal burial
service. The Kev. Dr. Putnam, instead
of the extended funeral oration which
he had prepared for the occasion", an
nounced that the extreme cold would
preclude the possibility of its delivery,
and merely said a few brief words on the
uncertainty of life and tbe blessed hopes
Then the benediction
to keep subjected to erroneous notion
that happiness is unattainable save by
idealizing nesh and blood.
Again, probably no two human be
ings, upou unisou in marriage bouds,
find each other the exact specialties
they faucled before ; in a greater or less
degree does this discrepancy exist. Just
here stands in readiness a potent power,
it it be permitted to work. In illustra
tion, we have two opposite types. One
woman, it matnraouy yield disappoint'
ment, cries out against her fate, reso
lutely closes her eyes to the possible
good in view, and retaliates upon her
previous imaginations witli the most
unmitigated scorn. Another, similarly
circumstanced, clothes palpable bare
ness in the graceful garments of ideal
ism setting up tbe most ordinary of
men as a king, to whom, perforce, the
world must bow, because so deltly aud
determinedly upheld.
opposed to these active dealers in
idealism is that class of humanity too
wary too distrustful to become simi
larly involved. These walk eternally
cellbaxe, either seeking their idols, con
hdeut that they will ultimately attain
hopeless that they did ever ex-
case sacrihcing much pos
to au absurdity lacking
in fruit. This class amuse us by their
sincerity, yet merit pity iu their fauati
cal extremes.
He Hade a Mistake.
An amusing incident is related in con
nection witli the meeting at the Taber
nacle on Thursday night. As is well
known, Mr. Moody preached to fallen
women, hundreds of whom were pres
ent. The newspapers were ageg, and a
dozen or so of reporters were dodging
about the great buildiug trying to pick
ideas. Among these was a young
man from the Times, who had been told
to interview some of tbe women, if pos
sible, after the services.
He was a nice young man, a modest
young man, as all Times reporters are,
but be bad not that stock or worldly ex
perience with which most of his breth
ren are endowed. Seeing a richly
dressed lady in the audience who seemed
deeply atlected over the services, he
watched bis opportunity,, and, as the
audience was passing out, addressed
er.
"How have you enjoyed the meet-
ng?" said lie.
"Oh, very much," she replied. "Nothr
ing could be more affecting."
"Do you like Mr. Moody's preaching?"
'T think he is the greatest living
evangelist," she returned. ,
"You believe what he says, then?"
said the reporter.
"Most assuredly I do." she answered.
"Are you ready to leave your life of
sin, then, aud try to reform?"
"Wliatf" exclaimed the lady, looking
rather blank.
"Are you ready to reform?"
An expression half of astonishment
and half of indignation overspread the
lady's countenance.
"What do you mean by reforming?"
said she, rather tartly.
I mean leaving your disreputable
lire," ne replied.
The lady looked at him steadily a
moment, and then said: "I thiuk the
managers ought to send only such mem
here of the Christian Association out to
talk to the congregation as are pos
sessed of a little common sense, aud
ntend to tell them so."
It was tiie young man's turn to stare
now.
What managers?" said he.
The managers of these meetings."
she replied.
I've nothiug to do witli the meet
ngs." said he. "I'm a reporter."
"Oh!" said the lady.
"Yes!" returned the reporter.
"Iben," said she, "I will tell you
something that you can make a note of,
hope I am a respectable woman. J
have been a member of an orthodox
church ever since I was eleven year old.
1 have done all I could to aid .Brother
Moody in these meetings, and I am
here to-night to help any fallen women
or fallen men," she added, lookiug-sig
mhcautly at the reporter, "who may
need my service?. Now, if you will
come into the inquiry I will take great
pleasure in introducing you to Brother
Moody."
The young man didn't go, but lie did
get out of that building about as fast as
bis legs could carry nim, while bis face
was beaming like a carnation rose. Tiie
lady, the wife of one of Chicago's prom
nent aud wealthy young citizens, told
the story afterward to some friends, who
greatly enjoyed it, as will everybody
Ise, escept possibly the uutnrtunate re
porter. Chicago Inter-Ocean.
The Magdalen3 of Chicago.
An invitation has been exteuded to
the fallen women of Chicaco to reform
finil ATr ATnml it lino nrnanliail an nrnnl.
n aa uiuuuuubtu u.v iuc .Lie. vw. v. , . . i . oapninn In Iham Un F h ..n ......
and Uie ceremony concluded with the li6ne(1 tbey bave eXuibite(1 a wIIlinjr-
singing ny ine uermania cnoir o Ile33 10 turu from t, path tl are
Kuhlu s beautiful choral, "Above alt 8ui if some feasib,le plau , devY8ed
Summits there is Repose." Illustrated , bi1mb timm t ,,,, 0MOODOt.r.,n
Political Gambling. It Is not cred
itable to the intelligence of the age that
the great question of electing a Presi
dent should have been turned into a
vast field of profit for the gamblers, and
tbat in this city alone two millions of
dollars should have been staked on the
issue, aud left in the hands of men who
are out of the pale of decent society
Gentlemen who would have been horrl
Bed to be greeted by these men in public
as acquaintances, and would bave
ejected them into the street if they ever
called at their residences, made confi
dants o'f these gamblers, and entrusted
them with large sums of money, i'eo-
ple who are openly opposed to lotteries.
neVer play cards, and to whom dice are
an abomination, possessed themselves
of pool-tickets on the most approved
plan. Clerks staked their salaries for
many weeks on the issue of tne day,
even ladles commissioned their male with her, praise her small feet, and tell
friends to invest large sums in the ber she ought to be proud of such a hus-
lciu(Jtiu aLuc I'rtaujuus uuu ouuiiai I hnnn nq I nm JKX.
were aiscarueu ior tne nonce, anu oet-
tiug and hedging were discussed with
avidity. Evidently society needs im
provement. Jewish Messenger.
There is no trouble about the sentimen
tal part of the business. We can all
beg this wretched class to embrace re
ligion, and all rejoice over the reports
in tne papers tiiat even one has been
rescued from her dreadful life. But
how about the practical part? Miss
Kate Muusou has led the life of a pros
titute for five years. She wants to re
form. She will reform. She is deter
mined to quit her horrid avocation at
once, ishe bad a father and mother
both living when she entered upon her
ine ot shame. liotn are dead now, aud
she has no kindred willing to receiv
lier. She does not know a great deal
about the practical work of a house
hold, but she would try to learn. She
can do plain sewing. Who will receiv
Miss ivate Muusou into their household?
Taking the repentant girl by the hand
m tbe Tabernacle is one tiling; taking.
her into our lamiues, wiiere sue win
mingle witli our children, and where
the strange quiet wilt form such astrik
lug contrast to the glare aud excitement
of a five years' life of siu, is another.
We know that the allurements of vice
are great, nnd that the girl's continu
ance in her reformatory course is doubt
fill. Her earnings will be scanty, her
dress poor, her position in a worldly
sense strange and trying. Her re&olu
Eugenie Bonaparte has grown old and tiou to reform must be supported by
Hiding his Tracks. There were
vigorous inquiries at the post office the
other day lor the chief clerk, aud when
the Captaiu's face appeared at the win
dow the inquirer asked:
"Has a cross-eyed woman been here
asking for letters addressed to me '
The Captain hadn't seen her.
"Well, she'll be here this afternoon
She's my wife, aud she's a little weak
in the head. She's cot a notion that I
get love letters from a womau in Can
ada, and she'll be here to ask for my
mall."
"Well?"
"Well, I don't get any such letters, of
course, but you mustn't give ner my
mail. She might get one witn a urait
in and not know its value. Just say to
her that you never knew ot my receiv
ing a letter here, and that you have re
peatedly heard me say that I had the
best wife in town."
"But I don't know you."
"Never mind that. In dealiug with
an insane woman it's best'to be soft and
slick and smooth. Just shake hands
The popular consciousness has been
profoundly and tenderly impressed by
the fearful destruction of life in the
Brooklyn disaster. It is eutirely honor
able to our nature and our civilization
very stout.'and uo longer dyes her hair.
which lias taken on a pepper-and-salt
hue. The Prince Imperial is "a good
looking young man," with a flourishing
mustache aud a pair oi sou oiue eyes,
which he uses with much interest in the
Florence art galleries, where he at pres
timt hum mi sonsUiiHtloa nliontri ho ent snends much ot his time. The ex-
wrung by such disasters. The feeling Express is in no particular danger of test they will be few
is no less intense than when tbe effects
of a holocaust like that would have
beeu considered chiefly In respect to tbe
destiny of the dead. .Life Itself is a
thing too valuable not to be protected
acaiust sucb Hazards; and atlectton too
sacred not to be saved from the shock of
the sudden bereavement that now chills
so many hearts. Let us hope tbat in
the quickening of human sympathy
consequent upon this fearful calamity,
there may be a permanent addition to
the forces of tenderness and humanity
in tbe popular heart. jNew Age.
starvation. She has real estate iu Pans
valued at $1,065,000, on which there are
mortgages to the extent or 40,tX)U.
Then, iu the provinces, scattered about,
she has estates worth at least Sl,bao,OUO.
Only one of these is mortgaged. lie-
sides all these, the. Bonaparte family
possess large estates iu Spain, Italy,
Switzerland, Corsica and England. As
for the personal property, estimates
vary, some of them reaching nearly S15,-
000,000, and others falling as low as
$5,000,000. Tbe Emperor was what the
American housewife calls a "good pro
vider."
The question which now absorbs tbe
larger half of Philadelphia is what to do
with tbe Immense amount of cotton
batting with which their Centennial
bedding was made. The hotels aud the
"My business is to talk," said a stump-
speaker; "I deal in words and sen
tences." "Yes," said a voice in the
crowd, "and as long as I've known you,
Christian counsel and kindness, or it i
almost sure to fail her. Who is ready
to offer the employment, furnish th
home, and watch over the reclaimed
woman? Where are the families willin,
to dd their part iu the labor of relorma
tiou? We do not doubt there are such
but we fear that when it comes to th
And if the fam
ilies willing to take this upon them are
limited and insufficient, where else
shall the converted women go? There
is. to be sure, an Erring Woman
Home, but the very name is au adver
tisement of depravity, aud It can .afford
at best but temporary retuge to tb
fallen.
The words of Mr. Moody have fallen
upon many hearts among this class
tbat ache to accept the promised bless
ing; but there must be a way opened,
practical path marked out for them to
follow, or preaching will be in vain
What assurances, what promises, what
encouragement can be held out to these
women?
President White, of Cornell, admits
tbat tbe lady students average ten per
bedsteads can be Bold for kindling wood, your place of business has never been cent, better on the examination papers
dui tne nauing is a puzzie. closed," ' man tne young men uo.
"Lovely Woman."
Df
in according to woman the palm o
loveliness, the lords of creation think
they have done the whole duty of man
bv her, and that they have nothinc to
complain of if they deny her the mental
capacity to which they lay ciaira them
selves. They will tell you that Mary
Somerville among the scientific, Rosa
Bonheur among artists, the host of
prime donne among musicians, "George
.fciiiot" among novelists, are only excep
tions to the rule, auu prove nothing in
favor of the sex. Hamerton has the
further audacity to assure us that
women who are not impelled to study
by some masculine mind arenotsune
rior at tbe age of filty to what they
were nt twenty-live, entirely overlook
ing, it seems to us, the knowledge
which comes to eveiy womau through
experience aud the hard friction of life
as well as the maturing and developing
of her intellect by the lessons of every
day, though she may be so unfo.rtuuate
as to be quite without the impulse Irom
the "maseuiine mind." Is not every
one among us required daily to use her
liidgment? and does not judgment In
crease witn use as wen as muscle and
is it not conceded to be one of the su
preme facultiesof the mind ? It is only
those women who have been in th
habit of leaving every question to th
decision of some male dictator who are
weak in this respect, aud throw dis
credit upon their sex.
"It we meet uo gods," says the sage,
"it is because we harbor none;" and we
should fear that those who speak with
disrespect of the feminine intellect
have simply been uutortunate in the!
associates, whether accidental or se
lected.
"For your handful of female astrono
mers, artists, poets, and the like," the
male objector may say, "we can conn
our tens of thousands," without reraem
bering the centuries during which ins
sex had the start of ours, when letters
were prohibited to women, and they
were allowed only to think such
thoughts as their rulers chose for tiiem
It does not at all follow because you are
acquainted with all the dead and living
languages, with an tne literatures
the world and the sciences thereof, that
the original powers of your mind are
greater than yonder plowman's, bu
only that such as ell to your share
bave beeu fostered and encouraged be
youd his. Considering that we bav
been thus distanced in the matter of
artificial development, it is surely
great argument in our favor if even one
among us, laboring under such a disad
vantage, lias gained' an acknowledged
equality with the ablest of tbe "supe
rior" sex. It Is certainly a modest con
ceit on the part of man that he should
possess the llou's share of mind and
muscle both, one of which we should
hesitate to deprive him it it did uot Im
pugn the justice of our Creator, as well
as His wisuom.
The young woman who was chosen
one of tbe class-day officers at Middle-
town University has been compelled to
resign, owiug to ine clamor raised by
some or tne class, anu there will be
new election of class-officers. The con
duct of a minority of the students who
took part in these proceedings was un
manly aud unworthy of the Institution
We hope that the faculty will express
us disapproval.
Second Marriages.
Nothinc is more characteristic than
the very general sentiment of disappro
bation with which women regard a sec
ond marriage. Their first impulse is to
condemn it, and to apeak, if not with
censure, at least in terms of gentle dep-
recatlou,or the people wuo nave eutereu
pou It. Talk to tne loveliest ot uer sex
f the sorrow of a widower, and she will ,
probably reply, "That is a grief for
Inch ne will soon nnu consolation."
Announce the engagement of such a
ne in any circle of friends, and the
femiuine portion will immediately be
gin to count the months and years since
the death of nis former wile, mere
will be observations upon the transitory
nature of human affections, aud the
quality of forgetfulneSs which inheres
men. xet tne seventy oi womaniy
comment on man's second marriage is
tempered with mildness, most women
being conscious of a tolerant pity for
the helplessness and loneliness of a.male
creature left to take care of himself, or
to battle through the world with chli-
ren. It Is to women that they look tor
fidelity beyond the reach of another
love. The widow who lays aside her
eeds, and gives herself once more to
erlrlBil invs. ia fplt hv many of her
married sisters to have lost caste, and is
imagined by some of tbe unmarried to
have done them a personal wrong. She
has stepped from the uiche, saintly and
revered, where her dark days placed her,
and descended to the ordinary common
place level of life. It is not in India
only tbat the wile is tnougtu most oi
who is willing to immolate herself on
her husband's funeral pile. Equally are
there communities here, where she
who is a "widow indeed" occupies a
station quite unapproached in its ex
ceptional reverence, and where she who
seems to listen again to matrimonial
overtures is thought to bave forfeited a
little of tbe traditional esteem witn
which sympathy had invested her.
The foundation of this unformulated
creed of society is built broadly on the
respect we all feel lor true love. JUove
is strong as death, we say, with a sup
plement in our hearts, to the effect that
it ought to be stronger. Its silver cord
should not be loosened, though the an
gels stretch it over into tbe shadowy
land whither our beloved have been
taken. We miscalculate the length of
laborious days., lightened by happy
memories, but dimmed by present tears.
We forcet how hard it is to keep fresh
and vivid the Impressions of kisses un
renewed, of touches no longer tangible,
of voices hushed. We do not estimate
the force of the rebound by which the
soul, desolate, weary, unstrung, lacer
ated In its finest sensibilities, turns to
receive the sweetness of some gentle
compassion, or some tender comprehen
sion. Often it is those whose wedded
lives have beeu most uuited, flowing ou
like a poem set to fitting music, who
seem soonest to be ready to rear a new
temple on the ruins of theold. ferbaps
n their case the heart-hunger is tue
deepest, and the vacancy needs most to
be tilled. Whatever may be the reason,
is a tact beyond denial that many
second marriages, so tar as the world
can see, are more sitisfying and felicit
ous than the first were. The choice of
tlia man in the maturity of his powers
is often quite other from the selection of
Ills youth. No doubt in a second mar
riage there is less of the element of fall
ing in love, and more of sober judgment.
The youth was won mainly by the
pretty face, with its soft curvrs, its sea-
shell tinting, its swift blushes, and
dewy freshness. Propinquity had much
to do with his decision. He lived near
her father's house. They sang in tbe
same choir, rney, went to tue same
church. Neither had emerged from the
erudites of adolescence, or knew to
what manner of man or woman the soul
within them would grow, when they
plighted their troth and took on them
solemn vows. Whether in the close
ness of daily companionship they would
become knit and blended into a com
pleteness which is possible only to dual
ity when lovo unities it, or whether
they would find life hopelessly halved,
was a problem tbey could not resoive.
No second marriace oucht to be the re
sult of a passing fancy or the product of
a caprice. Love should be real aud
pure, but it should oe deeper man a sen
timent. It should dare to look opeu
eyed at the chances it has for develop
ment into that perieet auecuon wuicu
is based upon tastes, pursuits, aims, and
education in common. Harper's Bazar.
Bad Tkmplb. There are few things
more productive of evil in domestic life
than a bad temper. It does not matter
what form that temper may assume,
whether it is of a sulky kind that main
tains perfect silence for m-tny days, or
the madly passionate, which vents itself
in absolute-violence. Ill temper at any
age is a bad thing; it never does auy-
body any good, aud umje wuo mouige
in it feel uo better for it. After the
passion lias passed away, oue sees that
he has beeu very foolisli, and know3
that others see it, too. Bu"d temper in
the aged is, perhaps, the most trying of
all; it is indeed a pitiable sight to see
the wrinkled cheek of an old person
aflame with the fires of anger and pas
sion. Since anger is useless, and an un
speakable misery to its victims, why
should it be indulged in at all ?
Miss Susan B. Anthony lectured last
Sunday evening at Investigator Hall,
Paine Memorial, on the -aixteentu
Amendment." Her argument for Wom
an Suffrage was based on the ground of
the inalienable right ot each citizen to
a voice in making aud executing the
laws. This is impreguable ground; anil
the cause never gains any strength by
abandoning it for any side issue. She
will speak again, at the same place next
Sunday evening at half-past seven.
Subject', "Women Want Bread, not the
Ballot." She has testified ber devotion
bt many sacrifices, aud will no doubt be
greeted by another large audience.
New Age.
The Revolutionary war cost $135,193,
703, at which time the population was
about 4,000,000, making about $33 80 per
capita. Tbe war of 1812 cost $107,159,
003, aud at that tinie we had a popula
tion of 7,500,000, or about $14 35 per
capita. .The war of the Rebellion cost
$3,000,000,000, at which time we had a
population of 31,400,000, or about $95 60
per capita.
The entire coffee crop of tbe world
last year was 900,000,000 pounds, of
which the United States imported a full
third part.
Why are energetic men like emetics ?
Because you can't keep tbeovdown.
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