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FATE.
As two proud ships upon the pathless main
Meet once, and never hope to meet a Jiu
Meet once, with merry signalings, and part.
Each homeward bound, to swell the busy mart
So we two met one golden Summer day
Within the shelter of Life's dreaming bay.
And rested calmly, anchored from the world.
For one brief hour, with snowy pinions furled.
But when the sun sank low along the West,
We left our harbor, with its peaceful rest,
nd floated outward on Life's tangled sea.
With foam-kissed waves between us, wild and free.
As two ships part upon the trackless main.
So we two parted. Shall we meet again ?
.n.llE.V A lll"TTEItt'l.Y.
FltOM THE CECVAS, HIT MARION MtTCIlEIX.
Within the sun-necked shadows of s forest glade.
Seeking for wild wood flowers a little maid
Sang to her happy heart, as to and; fro
She wandered 'mid the swaying grasses low ;
When suddenly a brilliant butterfly
Flashed, like a jewel in the sunshine, by.
And darting swiftly, now that way, now this.
Alighted on her lips and stole a kiss.
' Forgive me, sweet !" he cried. I swear to you
I only meant te sip a drop of dew
From out the fragrant challice of these roses
bright,
But, hovering undecided where to 'light,
1 saw your lily-face uplifted here.
And thought your red. red lips were rosebuds,
dear !"
Tossiug her sunny curls, she raised her head.
As with an air of queenly grace, she said:
This once I will forgive; but, pray, beware
How often you mistake for blossoms rare
A maiden's lips! " She watched him flutter near-
' To think mine, roses, you are welcome, dear.
But," with a merry glance, half arch, half shy.
" They do not bloom for every butterfly!"
MAD FOR LOVE.
BY Z. T. HEDGES.
No place in Louisiana was so perfect
ly beautiful and weirdly interesting as
Frostburn, the country seat of Mrs.
Anna de Nayer, widow of General
Pierre de Nayer, a French officer, who
had quitted the army soon afier promo
tion, and had accumulated a princely
fortune by speculating in India securi
ties. The houso stood almost in the shadow
of a pine forest, and was surrouuded on
either side with acres of fertile land,
luxariant with fields of gently waving
and green-leaved sugar-cane, or long
stretches of cotton, just bursting from
the boll and lluttering in the soft,
Autumn breeze.
Frostburn was a stately building, and
seemed to stand forth against the green
background with conscious pride. It
was built of stone, with innumerable
arched turrets and long, wide window.--.
Time had mellowed the tints of the
masonry and deepened the dark-red of
the brickwork, and embroidered the
massive ebimneys with lichens and
mosses; but no mark of age was visible
on the solid archways and abutments.
The mansion looked eastward, yet the
favorite ajroach was a low and narrow
archway ou tne southern side, which
led into a sort of courtyard, where
there was a quaint little door under a
stone portico a door of heavy oak, with
an iron knocker, and which was gener
ally entered by visitors familiar with
the house.
There was a plot of ground, of sever
al acrei in extent, in front of the main
entrance, which vas arranged with ex
quisite taste, though it resembled an
old-fashioned garden overrunning with
tlowo s. Straight gravel walks inter
sected square grass-plots; magnolia
trees threw cool shadows here and
there, filling the sultry air with per
fume; honeysuckles and red-hearted
creepers sheltered numerous rustic ar
bors; roses of every hue were trained
upon curiously shaped frames, while
rarest flowers seemed to" spring up
everywhere. Hero stood u marble foun
tain, there a stone sundial.
The effect was singularly jleasin. A
massivo wall inclosed the ground a
wall overgrown with ivy, whose bright
green leaves formed a pleasing contrast
to the gray-colored stones.
Anna de Nayer was very wealthy, but
she was proud and cold, and had few,
is any, friends. Agnes, her only child
and heiress, was no less unpopular.
She was thoroughly spoiled; and, al
though scarcely sixteen, all the nobler
qualities of her nature had given jilace
to a self-love and imperiousness that
c-aused even the slaves to shun and foar
her.
Fairer countenance never smiled upon
mankind, for Agnes possessed attrac
tions of the dangerous, Circean sort;
yet, save from her mother, who idolized
the young girl, she had failed to win
il. . i r 1 l
mo aueeuuH 01 unman Kina.
Zeila Burchame was inst th ommsiU
of the spoiled, jealous and suspicious
1 rm - . - i - . .
ueiress. Kin, a niece i jeneral
de Nayer, had lived at Frostburn ever
since she could remember. Her fea
tures were irregular; complexion sun
burned by an open-air life; eyes brown,
soft and melting; hair dark and luxuri
ant. No, the poor dependent was not beau
tiful; indeed, she seemed plain when
compared with the dusky loveliness of
her cousin; but there was something
loftier and nobler than ordinary beauty
which distinguished her from other wo
men. She was seated now in an arbor in
the garden upon a rustic seat, and be
side her sat a young man, whose face
though extremely handsome, bore
traces of deep mental anxiety.
"Zeila," he said, breaking a long si
lence, "this will be my last visit to
Frostburn for some time perhaDs for
years."
She was silent.
"You leave to-morrow?" she at length
said.
Yes."
"I am not sorry, Paul."
"Not sorry. Zeila?"
"No. The house has been in confu
sion, arranging for your nuptials, and
when you and Agnes are married, and
that interesting ceremony will have been
performed ere tlm time to-morrow,
there will come a season of peace for all
who live beneath yon roof."
"To-morrow is my wedding day to
morrow Agnes de Nayer becomes my
wife and yet I shrink from "
He paused abruptly, looking at the
young girl beside him with a searching
glance. Her eyes fell, snd the hand
which rested upon her lap trembled.
She made an attempt to speak, and be
fore she could do so, an aged negress
came out from behind a clump of
bushes adjacent, and approached them.
She was bent nearly double with age,
and hobbled along with the aid of a
crutch. Her eyes, dim and almost
sightless, wore bent upon the young
girl with an expression of triumph.
Zeila rose, and said, tremblingly:
. "Aunt Marcai.have you indeed come
to life? They told me you were dead,
when I visited your cabin an hour ago,
and you surely looked like a corpse as
you lay on the floor motionless. What
sorcery is this ?"
The old negress grinned.
"No, chile, de good Lor' hasn't room
fur dis yer darkey jes' yet. Aunt Mar
cai gwine to die when de time come; not
'fore."
"But what was the matter, Aunt Mar
cai? You wero to all appearance dead,
and arrangements were being made for
your burial?"
"Dat's so, honey; dis here darkey
sick, an' no mistake. An' I tell yer an'
Massa Paul jus' how it was."
Then, with many pauses and ejacula
tions, the old creature told tho couple
that she had drank the jnice of the
bruised leaves of a certain plant which
grew at the lower end of the garden,
the seed of which had been brought
from the West Indies; and that she had
fallen into a trance resembling death and
lasting for hours, during which she sol
emnly avered that her pirit left the
body and roamed about in Paradise.
Paul de Payne listened to the wo
man's talk intently, yet with an air of
incredulousness, but when she left
them he watched her receding form in
silence for some time.
"Zeila," he said, at length, in a whis
per, "can thi3 be true?"
"Yes, Paul, there is such a shrub,
and it possesses the qualities my old
nurse attributes to it. I have tested it
myself. Uuder its influence, one, to
all intents, dies. The mind seems to
leave the bedy, and roves in Elysium.
It is similar in effect to opium; or any
of those Eurojean drugs, but is ten
fold more subtle and dangerous. I
sometimes think that it will be the
means of ending my life."
"Zeila, this is nonsense."
"I would it were," bitterly.
"Zeila. I am like a man in a quag
mire, and this shrub may prove my sal
vation." "What do you mean?"
"I refer to my approaching marriage."
"We must not discuss that."
"We will we shall."
"No, no."
"Zeila, do you wish me to marry your
cousin Agnes ?"
The girl drew herself up proudlv.
"Why shouldn't you ?"
"Because I lore you!" he cried so pas
sionately that she shrank back in terror.
"And you must decide whether this
marriage shall ever take place."
Zeila Burohame burst into tears,
while Paul knelt at her feet and'entreat
ed her to have mercy on him, telling
her that he had always loved her, and
that without her.life would be not worth
the having.
"Zeila, I am a bad nay, wicked
man, and with such a woman for my
wife as A;nes, I would surely go to per
dition. But you could save me; your
love, I feci sure, would exorcise the evil
in my nature. I almost hate Agnes;
had I married her, it would have been
for the purpose of obtaining control of
her fortune. Oh, Zeila, I love you! you
must save me!"'
"I cannot I cannot!"
"You must be my wife in spite of fate
itself;" and slipping an arm around her,
he drew her to a seat, and rapidly un
folded a plan which had flashed sudden
ly upon him a plan so weired ly horri
ble, that, as she realized its full import,
she alternately wept and trembled.
"You will not fail me, Zeila!" he
cried, tenderly, yet imploringly, when
ho had explained it fully.
"No, no! I love you too well to
shrink from any sacrifice for you. But,
oh, Paul! abandon this; marry Agnes
do anything save what you propose.
Y'ou do not realize the peril."
"I have thought of that; there is dan
ger, if your courage fails you at the
last mement, leaving me to perish. If
you love me you will not do that.
Come what will, I shall carry it out!
But, Zeila! how you tremble! Think of
the future of the happiness this will
bring U3 twain and be brave!"
Paul de Taync, Mrs. de Nayer's cous
in, was an orphan, and very poor.
When a child, Agnes de Nayer had been
betrothed to him; and when General de
Nayer died one of the provisiens of his
will was that Paul must marry Agnes on
her sixteenth birthday, at which time
he was to come into possession of one
hundred thousand dollars; and in case
the young man died before the marriage
took place, the money was to go to
Zeila Burchame.
The arrangements for the weddinj
were completed; the guests invited; the
negroes enjoying a forty-eight hours'
holiday. The bride-elect was gracious
ly happy; the love of Paul de Payne
was the one absorbing passion of her
life; and she waited impatiently for the
hour which was to bind them together
with bonds which only death could
break.
Paul and Zeila did not linger long in
the garden, but soon returned to the
House, where the girl sought her room,
there to struggle with the emotions that
filled her being.
As the young man passed along the
corridor, a door opened, and Mrs. de
Nayer came into the hall. She was a
tall, stately lady, dressed in rustling
silk, and the blue eyes had a cold and
cruel expression."
"Ah, Paul," she said, "have you met
Agnes?'
"No."
"I thought she was with you. She
went out some time ago; do hunt the
poor child up."
Paul frowned, and was turning to re
trace his steps, when Agnes came in.
"My dear child," said the mother,
"where have you been hiding? You
look like a gypsy with your hair stream
ing over your shoulders! But how pale
you are you look ill."
The girl stopped her with a savage
gesture, while she darted a strange look
at Paul, who walked off, whittling a
lively air.
'I am not ill, mamma' said rre girl,
"but I want to rest in my roomTjJon't
let me be disturbed until morning."
"But your wedding dress has just
come, dear, and Mrs. Smith is here to
alter the blue silk. You must look at
your lovely dress, child."
"Burn them burn them!" said the
heiress, fiercely; and, without another
word, she fled to her room and. locked
herself in.
The wedding morning dawned clear
and beautiful, and at an early hour
Frostburn was thronged with gueits,
mostly the wives and daughters of the
neighboring planters, with a sprinkling
of aristocratic relatives of the bride
from New Orleans and elsewhere. But
quickly was the good humor which
shone in every face changed into a
glance of consternation when it was an
nounced that Agnes was missing. She
had evidently descended from the win
dow openfng upon the portico from her
room, and gone no one oould say, or
even conjecture, where. But while
Mrs. de Nayer was in hysterics, and
every one puzzled and alarmed, a still
greate rhorror was proclaimed; for those
who had carried the tidings of the
bride's flight to Paul had found him
lying upon the bed, cold and lifeless,
his hands clinched together, his fea
turos rigid, his eyes staring and ghastly
a sight which caused the observers to
turn aside with a dreadful feeling of
nausea.
In the wild scene of confusion which
followed Zeila Burchame alone was
calm. She quietly dismissed the
guests, all of whom departed full of
wonder, and many with the suspicion
that Agnes had murdered the young
man in a fit of jealousy, and had fled to
escape punishment fo the crime.
Zeila made tho necessary arrangements
for the funeral; she sent out negroes in
every direction to search for the miss
ing heiress; she consoled her aunt with
tho promise of her child's speedy return.
Paul de Payne was laid in the family
burying-vault. There was no long train
of friends; no mourners; for Zeila, shud
dering, refused to follow tho remains to
their last resting-place, and she shed no
tears.
But that night she quietly left the
house, and made her way to the vault
where rested the ashes of a long line of
illustrious ancestors of the de Nayer
family. It was built of solid stone, and
was entered by an iron door, which she
unlocked nervously; but it required all
her strength to push it open, and when
it at last yielded and swung back,
creaking on its ninges dismally, she en
tered, trembling with fear.
The air was damp and poisonous.
A dreadful silenceiiiled the place.
The girl could hear her heart beat.
Lighting a lamp which she carried, she
made her way hastily to the coffiu
which had been jilaced in the vault, and
which contained Paul de Payne's body.
One instant she paused beside it; then
with desperate strength, she unloosened
the lid and threw it open.
A wild cry burst from her pallid lips
as she did so.
The coffin was empty!
Overcome with horror she fell upon
her knees, and seemed on the point of
swooming, when a wild, unearthly
laugh aroused her, and glancing toward
the entrance she was horrified to see
Agnesjde Nayer standing there.gazing at
her with a look that froze her blood.
"Caged at last, my pretty coz!" said
the heiress, wildly, "at lastj I am re
venged. I know all. I overheard
your conversation with Paul de Payne
in the garden, and I swore that you
should both perish for your perfidy. 1
took your lover from the coffin, for I had
a key to the vault, and you will find him
at the further corner; I feared he
would die before you came. The effect
of the drug he drank has passed away,
and he is now reviving. Y'ou shall both
perish miserably. This is your tomb,
my sweet coz, as well as his. I consign
you both to a living grave!"
The door of the vault closed violently.
There was a rasping sound as the key
turned in the rusty lock, followed by a
solemn stillness.
Agnes do Nayer's revenge was com
plete. She was found in the vicinity of the
tragedy the next' day, hopelessly, ay,
dangerously insane.
The vault was opened and the dead
boddies of Zeila and Paul were discov
ered. The foul air in the air had caused
speedy death.
Agnes did not long survive her vic
tims; and after her death Mrs. de Nayer
went to Europe, while the double trag
edy at Frostburn became a matter of
history.
How Somk Womex Make a Living.
A New Y'ork letter to the Boston
Traveller says: " The fern mania is
spreading so that one woman in reach
of New Y'ork has a fern farm, and
makes a good income, sending both
fresh and pressed ferns by mail. The
little baskets of leaves and prasses,
with a dead butterfly poised on the pic
ture, that the ladies like to hang in
their private rooms, requires both taste
and some knovledgeof natural history
to combine the materials, and their sale
is one of the ways by which somn re
duced in circumstances try to earn a
few shillings. It is hard work making
a profit, for the fashionable florist ex
pects to buy them for 50 cents a piece
or less, even though he sells them for
three dollars during the holidayp."
COURTESY OF BANCROFT LIBRARY,
UNIVERSITY CF CALIFORNIA,
BERKELEY. CALIFORNIA.
Exchanging Courtesies.
A STOBY WITH AN APPLICATION TO ALMOST
EVERY COMMUNITY.
He was the manager of the church fair
and one morning he walked into the
newspaper office and said: "Want an
item this morning ?"
"Of course," replied the editor,
whereupon the visitor laid tho following
note on the table:
"The ladies of the Street Church
will give a festival at their vestry hall
next Friday evening. Literary and
musical entertainments will be provided
and a Bupper will be served to all who
desire. The ladies in charge of the af
fair have much experience in such mat
ters, and are sure to provide a good
time. The admission will be only 15
cents, and is certain that no one can
spend that amount to a better advant
age. Be sure to go 'and take your
friends."
When the editor had read it he said:
"Oh, I see, an advertisement."
"No, not an advertisement. We pre
fer to have it go into the local column,"
replied the manager. And seeing the
editor looked skeptical, he continued,
"It will interest a great many of your
readers, and help a good cause; besides
we have spent so much money in getting
up our entertainment that we cannot
afford to advertise it without increasing
the price of the tickets. In such a
matter as this we ought to be willing to
help each other."
"Well," said the editor, "if it goes
into the locals, I suppose you would
reciprocate by reading a little notice ia
your church next Sunday." The visit
ing brother asked what notice, and the
editor wrote and handed him the fol
lowing: "The Weekly Chronicle for the com
ing year will be the best family news
paper in 3Iaino. Its jroprietor hag naj
much experience, and has all tho helps
which a large outlay of money can pro
cure. His paper has a larger circula
tion than any other published in tho
county, and is to be furnished at only
two dollars. It is certain that no one
can spend that amount of money to a
better advantage. Be sure and take the
Chronicle, and subscribe for your
friends."
The manager hemmed and hesitated,
and then said, solemnly, that he
"doubted whether it would be judicious
to read such a notice," but suggested
that if it was printed, copies of it
might be distributed at the door of the
vestry on the evening of the entertain
ment. "l'es," said the editor, but it would
attract more attontion in the middle of
a sermon. It will interest a large num
ber of your congregation and help a
good cause; and, besides, so much
money is spent.upon the Chronicle that
I don't see how the owner can afford to
print handbills to advertise it without
increasing the subscription price. In
such a matter as this we ought to be
willing to help each other."
Then the gentleman saw the situation
and went straight out, without leaving
so much as a complimentary ticket.
Fivrmington (.!.) Chronicle.
The Two Farms. Twenty years ago
two young farmers bought one hundred
acre farms adjoining, that were alike as
regards soil and improvements, or
nearly fo. Both were paid for, and each
farmer had about the same cash capital.
These men were named A and B; and I
will now show how they conducted their
business, and the conditions of the two
farms in 1877. A was energetic, took
several agricultural papers, worked ear
ly and late, always said "come boys,"
to his hired help, he taking the lead,
spent no time in needless talking whilo
at work, provided in advance work for
rainy days, bought the best farm imple
ments that could be obtained, secured
first-claes live stock of all kinds, built
commodious out-buildipgs as tho profit
of the farm admitted, set fruit and or
namental trees around his dwelling,
made good gravel walks, built fine sub
stantial fences around his house, kept
them well painted, and also his house
and out-buildings; and to-day he has
one of tho most beautiful and produc
tive farms in the State, with some
$10,000 at interest.
Now, B was a different man. He had
no energy of character, took things
easy, subscribed for no agricultural
papers, was opposed to "book farmers,"
said to his help, "go boys, I'll be along
by-and-by," was constantly on the watch
for somebody to talk to, while his work
was delayed, never had any work ready
for rainy weather, considered the "new
f angled" farm implements a humbug;
was opposed to "blooded stock," set
out no trees around his dwelling, con
sidered the old out-buildings and fences
"good enough," didn't think that paint
was of any benefit on anything, and
spent a good share of his time in the
village talking politics; and now his
farm is worn out, the fences are out of
repair, his house is so leaky that it is
dangerous to live in it, his barn and
sheds are tumbling down, and the -saddest
of all is, the sheriff has advertised
the place for sale. Farmers, it pays well
to attend to your business energetically
and thoroughly.
Tv Judge Silks. There are two ways
to judge silks. Note the closeness and
evenness of the rib in it, and hold it to
the light to judge the better of this.
That shows the texture. Then crush it
in the hand and release it suddenly.
Note if it springs out quickly; that is
the verve, and leaves no crease behind.
The quality of the silk is denoted bv
the verve. The Italian silk is the eoft
est in the world, and often wanting in
stiffness of appearance. The Chinese
silk is the poorest and deficient in
verve. And again, there is a great deal
of silk manufactured adulterated with
a material called jute, which is inter
woven in the fibre of the silk. This
manufacture will be found, mentioned
above, very deficient in verve. It is a
silk which, if wetted, stiffens almost
ike paper.
"When the Earth was FrocoU Up.
At the end of that long course of geo
logical ages, from the Archaean to the
Tertiary, which built up the solid por
tions of the earth in their present con
figuration, geologists now universally
recognize, in the evidence before them ,
the presence of a remarkable and stu
pendous period a period so startling
that it might justly be accepted with
hesitation, were not the conception un
avoidable before a series of facts as ex
traordinary as itself, and which, par
taking of its extraordinary character,
are explained upon no similar hypothe
sis. This era is known as the Glacial.
It was an era which has left its traces in
unmistakable monuments over tfc Tsr
face of either hemisphere, and written
its history in no less explicit characters
upon the rocks. It was an epoch of
artic rigidity, when the temperature of
the earth had become so lowered that
the cold regions of either pole alter
nately were permitted to extend their
previously contracted circles over the
temperate latitudes, and to envelope
with a universal and prodigious mantle
of ice the lands which once, beneath
milder suns, had been tho home of an
abundant and tropical vegetation. The
skirts of that glacial sea which peren
nially spreads its icy and resplendent
surface over polar lands had then, by a
favorable conjunction of solar and ter
restial influences, been expanded so
widely, that to within the latitude 39
degrees north its frigid folds hid the
surface of the earth, while below the
equator a similar period seems to have
left scarcely less visible traces amid the
forests and pampas of South America.
The evidence which has established the
actual presence of these artic conditions
over a great portion of the earth is com
plete and irrefragible, and aided by the
contemporaneous study of Alpine gla
ciers and the Greenland icebergs, we
can draw conclusions as to the nature
and the succession of events whioh
these conditions occasioned. Popular
Science Monthly for January.
Rubies.
Next to the diamond comes the orien
tal ruby, and in former days it was more
prized than the gem. which has a genius
all to itself. The ancients gave immense
sums for fine specimens of the ruby va
riety of "corundum," or aluminous
stone. In Benvenuto Cellini's time a
perfect ruby of a caret weight cost 800
crowns, while a diamond of like weight
cost only 100. The two most important
rubies ever known in Europe were
brought to England in 1875. One was
a dark colored stone, cushion shape,
weighing 37 carats; the other a blunt
drop shape of 47 1-10 carats. Mr.
Streeter thinks that the London market
would never have seen these truly royal
gems but for the poverty of th Bur
mese Government; and adds an inter
esting account of tho estimation in
which rubies are held in the distant
land of the white elephant. The sale
of the two rubies caused such excite
ment that a military guard had to escort
the persons who conveyed tho precious
packet to the vessel. No regalia in
Europe contains two such rubies. The
smaller was sold abroad for 10,000;
the larger has also found a purchaser,
but Mr. Streeter does not tell us at what
price. The great ruby of the Kings of
Burmah is said to bo as large as a pig
eon's egg, and of wonderous quality,
but is a treasure which no European eye
has ever seen. Very few rubies pass
out of the country ; the King is excess
ively fond of these gems, and prohibits
the export of them. The Burmese have
strange notions about rubies; they be
lieve they ripen in tho earth ; that they
are at first colorless and crnde, and
gradually become yellow, green, blue,
and last of all, red this being consid
ered the highest point of beauty and
ripeness. Chamber's Journal.
Two Typos of Life in Nevada..
In the Carson Tribune of last evening
we find this little item:
Judge F. K. Bechtel arrived on the
stage this afternoon from Bodie. He is
en route to the scene of his boyhood
days in Pennsylvania. The Judge has
resided in Bodie since 1S62. His im
plicit faith in tho mines has been finally
rewarded, and he returns to his Eastern
home a wealthy man.
On Friday last a man named Carrol
ton, here in Virginia City, 50 years of
age, blew his brains out. A day or two
previous he remarked to a friend that
he had a daughter, 18 years of age, to
educate whom he had sent money East;
that his daughter had recently married
a gentleman there; that they were com
ing here to sea him, and that he would
rather diq than nave his daughter come
here and find him poor. He was dis
charged a few days since from one of
the mines; he had drank heavily for two
or three days, and on Friday borrowed
a pistol from a friend and, bidding him
good-bye, turned around and blew his
brains out. The cases of Bechtel and
of the suicide make between them a
pretty good history of this country. In
the Consolidated Virginia office yester
day we saw h ilf a million dollars worth
of silver bricks, and outside a beggar.
Both were types of Nevada the latter
the more common type. Virginia City
Enterprise.
The Liquid Voidings of Animals,
are worth more good authorities say
one-sixth more pound for pound, than
the solid excrements, and are saved with
greater care by the best European far
mers and gardeners. All the leaks in
the stable are not in the roof, those
often in the floor are quite as objection
able, and are the cause of a great deal
of wastage. Make the stable floor tigh t,
with a srutter at the heels of the stock
to carry off the urine to an adjacent
tank, or into a heap of muck or other
absorbent.
Some one seeing two or three eminent
lawyers together on the sight of the
New Law Court, said that they had met
to view the ground where they must
shortly lie.
. Random Shot.
The duel is the quickest way to settle
a dispute; it only takes two seconds.
The tramps insist upon a Government '
bond that shall be within their reach.
Mr. Glove has disappeared from G ro
ver, Minnesota, in a rather off-hand
way.
Whenever you have ten minutes to
spare go and bother some one who
hasn't.
When a Dead wood miner is asked to
choose his weapon, he generally takes
his pick.
A Wisconsin paper complains of "the
scrimping magnanimity of a penurious
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Poker is a school for the emotions,
enabling a man ia hold a flush without
showing it in his face.
If a man who attends sheep is a shep
herd, does it follow that a man who at
tends cows is a coward ?
"Volatatixg through tho ambient
air" is an expression used by a contem
porary. It means flying.
The good die early. Likewise the
wicked do not live out half their days.
We do not understand this.
A patent has been taken out in Eng
land for an "improved implement for
spreading butter on bread."
Mince pie covers a multitude of sins,
as the deacon's wife said when he
brought home the demijohn.
The Troy butcher who hanged him
self in his ice box has furnished the
coolest case of suicide on record.
The SECRET.-On the whole, wo Ameri
cans are not good listeners, because we
like to do our share of the talking. And
yet mere talking is not conversation. In
almost all home circles there is much
talking done during the day, but we '
fear there are few who do not reserve
their most brilliant conversational
powers for other assemblages than the
home group. Take, for instance, a hus
band and wife; he has entertained his
companions with a number of amusing
stories, during the day, and has come
home to rest. He takes out his paper,
and is soon oblivious to everything
around him. His wife poor soul I
would like to tell him all about her day
just how she had fared in his absence;
but his only answer to her attempts at
conversation is an incoherent grunt,
and she holds her peace. Such a home,
whether the abode of wealth or other
wise, cannot be a healthy and a happy
one. As a parallel, draw around the
evening lamp of another home circle.
The father tells the anecdotes from the
the papers as he reads them; mother
laughs her sweet, low laugh, and the
children join in the chorus. Ah, this
sweet home education ! It i a heritage
more valuable than land or money; and
one beautiful recompense in life is, that
in making others happy we bring hap
piness to ourselves. Parents who prac
tice self-denial, and endeavor, by cheer
ful conversation and playful wit to en
liven home life, will reap a rich reward
in the better thoughts and nobler ac
tions of their children, and will experi
ence the truest and best contentment
themselves.
A Good Heart. Beau Brnmmel, de
spite his frivolity, had excellent traits
of character. On one occasion he saved
his friend, Sheridan, from ruining him
self at the gaming table by playing in
his stead, for "luck." He dealt with
his usuaL success, and in less than ten
minutes won fifteen hundred pounds.
He then stopped, made a fair division,
and giving seven hundred and fifty
pounds to Sheridan, said to him,
"There, Tom, go home and give your
wife and brats a supper, and never play
again." We mention the anecdote as
characteristic of the times, the set, and
of a SDirit of liberality in Brummel,
which with all his faults he possessed,
and which was shown toward an old
friend in a way that left no pretext for
refusal. Among other singular charac
ters that frequented Waiter's Club was
a man named Bob Bligh, a heavy,' fat
fellow, as mad as a March hare. One
eveining at the Macao table, when the
play was very deep, Brummel having
lost a considerable stake, .affected, in
his farcial way. a very tragic air, and
cried out, "Waiter, bring me a flat can
dlestick and a pistol !" Upon which
Bligh, who was sitting opposite to him,
calmly produced two loaded pistols
from his coat pocket, waicn ne piaceu
on the table, and said, "Mr. Brummel,
if you are really desirous to put a period
to your existence, I am extremely happy
to offer you the means without troubling
the waiter." The effect upon those pres
ent may easily be imagined at finding
themselves in the company of a knovu
madmar, who had loaded weapons about
him. Fortunately, no accident occur
red. Water for the Etes. Whatever
hesitation there may be justly called for
in recommending one or another of the
various lotions now so popular, there
need be no doubt in respect to cold wa-t-T
or pure water. In case of much ln
flunmation or difficulty of opening the
eyelids in the morning, experienced by
s many, the water should be warm,
and it may be mixed with warm milk,
but in nearly all other cases it should
be cold. All those who have been en
gaged in reading or writing several
hours at a stretch, and especially at
night, should carefully bathe the eyes
with cold water before going to bed and
the first thing in the morning s ablu
tions. All artisans, too, who work at
a blazing fire, ought often to wash their
;v nnMvntr. and ho should
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all those who work in wool, particularly
carders and spinners, ana iaoe like
wise who are employed in woolen and
nMtnn Tnnnnfactures. the fine dust
which such works disperse often pro
ducing cataracts, obstinate inflamma
tions, swelled eyelids, etc.
For Dom Pedro, Victor Hugo built
np a drink of crushed ice, orange syrup
and rum. Mr. Pedro thinks Hugo the
greatest of living authors.
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