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FROM THE GKKMAIf OP GOETBE.
The future bides in It
Gladness and sorrow ;
We press stlU thorow,
Naught that abides in it
Daunclng us onward.
And solemn before us
Veiled, the dark portal,
( ioal of all mortal :
Stars silent rest o'er us
Wraves under us silent.
While earnest thou gazest,
Comes boding of terror,
Comes phantasm, and error
Perplexes the lira Test
With doubt and misgiving.
But beard are the Toices,
Heard are the sages.
The worlds and the ages :
" Choose well, jour choice is
Brief and yet endless.
" Here eyes do regard yeu
In eternity's stillness;
Here is ail fulness,
Ye brare to reward you ;
Work and despair."
DEO G RATI AS.
One hundred years! and at Thy feet,
Ureat King of kings, with homage meet,
We bow. Oh trach us how to pray
On this, our nation's natal day.
oh gire us language to express
The measure of eur thankfulness.
We thank Thee for the great and good.
Who as our country's sponsors stood ;
Who later in the battle's strife.
Confirmed the young republic's strife.
We thank Thee for the wealth untold,
la grains of wheat and grains of gold.
Which each succeeding year hath brought ;
As well as for the ripened thought
Of noble minds. Each heart to-day
Kecalls a debt we ne'er can pay :
Throughout the cycle now just flown,
Thy constant guidance we hare known ;
For when war's shadows wrapt our land,
We reached, and felt I by guiding hand,
That led as through the weary night.
To that bright morn, when freedom's light
Broke o'er us. God, we thank Thee more
Fur this, than all Thy gifts before.
Keep Thou us ever. Lord we pray,
A nation walking in Thy way ;
That in the future as of yore,
Our cup of blessing may run o'er ;
And then this century is complete,
With pure homage at Thy feet
Our children may they kneel anrsing
" Te Deuin " to their God, their King.
Chunk Journal and Meuenger,
A WAY-SIDE FLOWER.
They were walking up " Love Lane "
In a gay, chattering procession girls
with laurel-wreathed hats, young men
Wring shawls and empty baskets, a
matron or two; last of all Stephen
Pel ton, a child on either side of hira
and in his arms little Nanny Forsythe
half asleep. Wherever .Stephen went,
children followed, led by attraction as
irresistible as that which draws iron
filings to the magnet. Grown people
could not understand this attraction,
but the little ones never mis-took about
it. .Sleepy as she was, Nanny's small
hand kept patting his bhoulders as they
went along, and her voice cooed words
of drowsy endearment which made
Stephen smile, gloomy as be felt that
day. Each cheerful reply to the chil
dren's questions cost an effort; but he
spoke cheerily all the same, and tried
to keep his eyes from wandering for
ward to where captain Hallett walked
by the side of Milly Graves, with his
handsome head very near hers, and his
voice murmuring low sentences inaudi
ble to the rest of the party. Many
glances were sent back at this couple
from those in advance, for Ned Hallett
was the novelty of the moment, a hero
and a stranger; and the girls who were
only too well disused to pull caps for
him, thought it "quite too bad" of
Milly to absorb his attention as she had
done all day.
Her fair cheeks were flushed and
1)1 ue eyes full of shy excitement as they
walked along, talking alnmt dear me,
what do people talk alnrnt when they
are young and of different sexes"?
Captain Ilallett's fine eyes said more
lhan his tongue; his martial mustache
seemed togivo jiointand value to mere
nothings. He carried a lithe litllc
cane, with which he emphasized his
sentences; now cutting the air, now
Sheading a mullein, in a way which
Milly thought fascinating. And then
Ivove Lane was such a pretty spot, the
very place to le eloquent in. Its
winding turns were hedged with fra
grant growths, woodbine, brier, sweet
fern and bay. Overhead the trees met
and clasped in shady arches. Here
and there a pink honeysuckle glinted
in the network of green, or a trail of
shimmering clematis. The pure prim
rose light of a cloudless sunset sifted
down through the canopy of boughs,
a light breeze stirred, full of delicious
smells. It was like an evening in
Suddenly a turning brought them to a
fern-clad bank, against which, set in a
frame work of tremulous verdure, stood
one rose, of erfect wild-wood pink,
poise! at tip of a cluster of vivid leaves.
It was like an exhausted queen, Milly
" How beauti.ul !" she cried ; but
even as the words left her lips the rest
less cane flew through the air. flicked
the rose from its stem, and sent it into
the dustv road, a little whirlwind of
broken leaves accompanying its fall.
" What a pity!" she said, involunta
rily. " It's only a wild rose, you know,"
" But don't vou like wild roses ?"
" Oh yes ; but there are so many
of them that it is hardly worth while to
waste sentiment on a single one," and
the captain showed his fine teeth in a
smile which was the least bit cruel.
Milly sighed and cast a regretful
look behind. Her gentle nature felt
for the fair despoiled think. But, af
ter all, there were plenty of wild rose,
as Capt. Hallett had said, and present
ly 6he forgot her sympathy and its
Another turnin g of the lane brought
them to the village outskirts and to
'squire Allen's gate, where the rest of
the party were waiting. There were
good-by's to say, divisions to make.
Kitty t elton was counting tea-spoons,
Stephanie hunting for a missing plate.
In the midst of these researches Ste-
!)hen came up with the children. He
ooked weary, and put Nanny into her
mother s arms with an air of relief,
disregarding the drowsy protest which
" What a lovely rose, Stephen !
said some of the rrirls. "Where did
vou find it ?"
"In the road," replied Stephen
Somebody had switched it off its
stem and left it to die, se we picked it
" Yes, and Mr. Felton said it was t
shame to treat flowers so," put in a lit
The captain listened impassively,
but Milly gave a half-pined glance at
the flower, " lhat was just like you,
Stephen," she said softly ; and Stephen
brightened for the hrst time that day.
It seemed to Stephen, looking back,
that his love for Milly begun when he
was a boy of five and she a baby in
the cradle. He could not recollect
the time when he did net prefer her
to all other rnrls. At school he was
her knight, his sled, his jackknife, his
help, always at her service, otephen
taujrht her to skate, to row. It was he
who brought her the first maple sugar,
the first arbutus ; he took" her on sleigh
rides, and waiked home with her from
church and village tea parties. Milly
absorbed these services, not ungrate
fully, but as a matter of course, bhe
had been used to them from her baby
hood, and could almost as well have
dispensed with sun or air out of her
life ; but sun and air being never with
drawn, are never noticed or alluded
to. "Dear, good old Stephen," she
called him. Now it is not well fer a
man to lavish himself on a woman who
thinks of him only as "dear old
"And now Stephen was doomed to
stand by and see a stranger appropri
ate the object of his life-long devotion.
He had sown, and another was to reap
of his lalors. Hay by day all that
summer lone the clamour grew and
deepened. Captain Hallett s leave of
absence seemed of the most elastic de
scription, permitting him to stay the
entire season at Buymouth. His morn
ings, his evenings, his noons, were
spent with Milly. Stephen sickened
at the inevitable gold banded cap
which met his eyes whenever he en
tered the house, and proved his rival
in possession of the field. Milly greeted
Stephen kindty always ; but there was
a sense of interruption ; be felt him
self a third party. Then he tried
staying away ; but that was worst of
all, lor his love did not notice nis ab
sence beyond a careless, " What ages
it is since we have seen you, Stephen.
This state of affairs of course set peo
ple to talking, but Milly was blushingly
indignant. "It was hard," she de
clared, "if a girl couldn't have a
pleasant friend without having such
things said." But her pretty poutings
and protestings made little difference,
and it was generally understood that
the affair, if not an absolute engage
ment, amounted to "an understanding,"
whatever that may mean.
At last the long, lovely summer
came to an end, as summers will.
Scarlet boughs flamed in the forests,
golden-rod burned along the brook
sides, the birds flew, and with them
captain Hallett prepared for flight.
His ordeis had come to report in Gal
veston, Texas, and his leave-taking
was hurried. The last moment was
Milly's, and though no one knew the
exact state of affairs, it was taken for
granted that another year would bring
orange blossoms and a wedding.
Milly's own expectations were not
so definite. No definite promise had
parsed between her and her lover ; but
she trusted him and waited brightly
and hopefully. Letters came and
went ; the scarlet leaves burned into
ashes and fell to the ground in pale
heaps ; then came snow and the win
ter, to be in its turn scourged away
by the whip of the fierce New Eng
land spring. Still Milly waited ; but
not so brightly now, for the letters
came less regularly than the first.
By-aud-by they ceased altogether.
Weeks passed without a word. Milly,
with visions of yellow fever and In
dians chasing each other across her
terrified brain, wrote again and again ;
but no presage of the real danger
which threatened glanced over her,
till one day, opening a newspaper,
this met her eyes :
At Galveston, Texas, by the Rev.
Pierre St. Cloud, assisted by the Rev.
Thomas Dix, Cant. Edward Hallett,
U. S. A., and Blanche Emily, only
daughter of the late Pierre St. ('loud,
of Politka, Florida. No cards.
Baymouth was stirred to its depths
next day by the news that captain
Haliet was married to a southern lady,
and that Milly Graves was down with
typhoid fever. Everyone wanted to
help nurse, above all to know the par
ticulars. S jch masses of blanc-mange
and jelly were sent in that por Mrs.
Graves was at her wits' end to know
how to dispose of them. But no one
could really aid, not even, poor Ste
phen, who scarcely left the house day
or night, or at or slept, till the crisis
passed, and Milly was pronounced out
Out of danger, but it was weeks be
fore she could sit up, and weeks longer
before she came down stairs, thin,
white, shrunken, mere shadow and
wreck of the blooming little beauty
who walked so gaily iijj Love Lane at
COLUMBIA, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY,
iNea liaiietts side net quite a year
ago. She was patient always and un
complaining, but she did not oiten
smile. Perhaps Stephen won those
unfrequent smiles oftener than anyone
else, and he counted them as precious
payment for all time and all trouble
spent in her service.
Nature's processes of cure are
cret. It is in their depths that wounds
begin to heal. Gradually as months
went by the renovating principle work
ed in Milly. She resumed her place
at home, her little duties and Dleas-
ures, and took up again the burden of
life, bhe was pale still, but the pale
ness unfolded a sweet serenity which
was no less lovely than her girlish
bloom. " Milly Graves was real im
proved since her disappointment," cer
tain severe old ladies asserted, and
they were not far from right. Ste
phen adored her more than ever.
Two years later he told her so.
lo his surprise, she was neither sur
prised or shocked, but looked in his
eyes with a smile which was sad and
tender and sweet all at once.
" Dear Stephen," she said, "this is
just like you. Do you recollect the
day in lxve lane, and the rose you
picked up out of the dust ? You are
doing the same thing now, but I am
not worth it, dear, not worth the pick
"Milly, said Stephen, trembling
with eagerness, " there never was a
day since I first saw you, and that was
twenty-one years ago, when I didn't
love you beyond any other living
thing. Pick you up, indeed ! I am
not fit to touch your stem, my darling,
or handle one of your leaves,, but I
love you, dearest, with the whole of
my heart. Can you not love me a
little in return ?"
" Oh, Stephen, I do !" and the fair
little fingers closed over his. " There's
nobody in the world like you. I al
ways knew that. It s only the others
are so much fresher, you know
fresher and brighter, and they might
make you happier than I can. You
are quite sure ? i ou really want me ?
Then I'll do my best. Why, Stephen,
low happy you look !
" Happy ! I should think so, when
I've got everything I ever wanted
my life !" cried Stephen.
How Fast Electricity Travels.
A New York paper'gives us some in
teresting facts concerning the time re
quired to transmit a message by cable
across the Atlantic. There is no fixed
velocity for electricity. After contact
with a conductor at the other end of
an ocean cable no effect is perceptible
at this end for about two-tenths of a
second ; then a faint force is received,
which increases perceptibly. After
four-tenths of a second only about sev
en pr cent of the maximum force is
at hand. In one second it reaches
about half its final strength, and after
about three seconds its full strength is
attained. It does not therefore come
in a single shock, but with increasing
force for three seconds. It takes four-
tenths of a second as a rule to make
any signal felt, but the length of time
it takes te send a word through the
cable is governed, as it is in writing, by
the length of the word, or the signals
necessary to deliver it. It requires an
average of three and a half signals to
the letter. If we take an average of
six letters to the word, it requires twen-
ty-one signals to transmit it, ana two
hundred and ten signals to send a mes
sage of ten words. If every sisrnal re
quired four-tenths of a second, then
eighty-four seconds would be required
for a message of ten words. But after
the electricity has been applied, the
succeeding signals do not take as long
as the first. 1 he cable therefore, when
in good working order, will send about
twelve words a minute. Under a pres
sure fifteen and even seventeen words
have been sent in a single minute. Ca
ble messages of twelve words have been
sent all the way from New York to
London inside of two minutes. The
return service from London is not as
prompt. The attention of scientific
people has been called to the fact. Most
of them laugh at any suceestion that
this difference is due to imperative nat
ural causes. They say the English
clerks are dilatory, full of angularity
and the spirit of red tape, not prcmpt
or pushing in short, not as wide-awake
and active as their American competi
tors. This may be a partial reason for
the delay, but it does not account satis
factorily to our mind for the indisputa
ble phenomena or the passage, lhere
seems to be more sluggishness in the
messenger going eastward than west
ward, and we await the result of some
investigation now in progress with a
view of settling the question.
San Antonia Herald : As the old
lind Mexican was groping his way
past one of our saloons, this morning,
a practical humorist punched him in
the back with a cane. The back-hand
ick the old fellow suddenly let fly
with his stick struck three majors and
two colonels, and if it had been three
inclies longer it would have crippled
two professors and a dog.
Yesterday in agricultural hall a
jewelled to the last degree, looked at
starch pavilion and sweetly inquired,
while sne timidly touched the leaves:
"Is this the corn-stareh plant, and
does the starch grwin pods ?" I heard
that Or I wouldn't have believed it.
Great Men's Wives.
From Ousel's Magazine.
It was a savin s of Rousseau's that
" a man is only what a woman makes
him," and this sentiment is slightly va-
vied in our old English proverb, which
says that," if a man would thrive he
must ask his wife's leave." The records.
of history contain numberless examples
of women who have done for their
husbands What Aaron and Hur did for
Moses : they have held up their hands
and supported them at the greatest cri
sis of their lives, and so turned what
would have been a failure into triumph
and success. And they contain ex
amples, too, of those who have accom
plished a far more difficult task that
of sustaining and cheering when en
deavor and hope were dead. It is nec
essary to mention the names of Ger
trude von der Wert and lady Kacbel
Russel in proof of this. It may not
be uninteresting to give a few instances
of women in our own generation who
have been to their husbands helpers
and fellow-workers, as well as sympa
thizing companions, and who have thus
taken a position which is unanimously
acknowledged to be the most proud
and honorable one that of a helpmate
to man. Among these that is first
thought of, probably because it has so
recently been brought before public
notice, is that of lady Augusta Stanley,
the wife of the dean of Westminister.
Herself the daughter of a peer, and
one of the most intimate of the queen's
personal friends, she possessed a large
ness of heart and a strength of intel
lect which won respect and kindly
feeling from all who came in contact
with her. She sympathized most
heartily with her husband both in
thought and work, while the poor
of Westm nster found in her tenderness
and kindness a frequent alleviation of
Every one will remember the testi
timony of John Stuart Mill to the
worth of his wife, which is to be found
in the dedication to the memory
printed at the commencement of one of
his essays: ''To the beloved and de
plored memory of her who was the in
spirer and, in part, the author of all
that is best in my writings the friend
and wife whose exhaulted sense
of truth and right was ray
strongest incitement, and whose
approbation was my chief re
ward I dedicate this volume." It
is stated that such was Mr. Mill's sr-
row at her death that he continued to
reside at Avignon, the place where
she was buried, that so he might con
tinue to visit her tomb, and he never
ceased to lament her loss.
Thomas Carlyle, one of the greatest
intellectual lights of this century, has
recorded his testimony to the worth of
his wife on her tombstone : " In her
bright existence she had more sor
rows th&n are common, but also a soft
amiability, a capacity for discernment,
and a noble royalty of heart which are
rare. For forty years she was the
true and loving helpmate of her hus
band, and by act and word unwearied
ly forwarded him, as none else could,
in all of worthy that he did or at
tempted." The wife of Sir William Hamilton,
professor of logic in the university of
Edinburgh, was a true helper to her
husband; indeed, it is more than prob
able that without her many of his best
works would never have been written.
When he was elected to the professor
ship some of his opponents declared
publicly that he would never lie able
to fulfill the duties of his position, as
he was nothing but a dreamer. He
and his wife heard this and deter
mined to prove that it was not true.
They therefore arranged to work to
gether. Sir William wrote out
roughly, each way, the lecture that
was to be delivered next morning ;
and as he wrote his wife copied it out;
and again and again they sat up writ
ing till far into the night. When sir
William was struck down with paral
ysis, the result of overwork, lady
Hamilton devoted herself entirely to
hira wrote for him, read for him, and
saved him in every way.
John Flaxman, the sculptor, had
made considerable progress in his
work when he married Anne Denman,
a noble-hearted, intelligent woman,
full of love for art, and with an in
tense admiration for him as an artist.
It happened that soon fter t e event
he met sir Joshua Reynolds, in whose
opinion no man could hope to be an
artist who did not devote himself en
tirely to art, and who had not studied
patiently and reverently the works of
the great masters in Italy itself.
" Well, Flaxman," said sir Joshua,
" IJheard you are married. You are
ruined for an artist."
Flaxman went straight to his wife
and said to her
" Anne, I am ruined for an ar
tist." " Who has ruined you, Johu ?"
"It happened in church, here
plied, " and Anne Denman has done
He then told her what sir Joshua
had said, and added, " I should like
to have been a great artist.
" And so you shall be, and go to
Rome too, if tuat will make you fine."
"HowP' said Flaxman.
" Work and economize," she replied.
" I will never have it said that Anne
Denman ruined John Flaxman for an
And so the brave couple did work
and economize. They worked patient
ly and hopefully for five years, never
asked help from any onej never men-
SEPTEMBER 8, 1876.
tioned their intentions to any one, and
atlMtwontWrtpr to Pmo
J? laxman studed and worked to such
purpose that he achieved both fame
and competency. His success was not
shared to the full, ho ever, by his
faithful wife, for she died many years
The wife of the late Dr. Buckland
considerably assisted her husband in
his labors. She used to write from his
dictation for hours at a time. She her
self furnished many of the drawings
with which his works are illustrated,
and she skilfully and dexterously
mended many of the fossils which but
for her would have been useless.
The wife of Faraday was a true
helner to her husband. After twentv-
eight years of married life, he speaks
in his diary of his marriage as an event
which more than any other had con
tributed to his earthly happiness and
healthy state of mind, and says : "1 he
union has in nowise changed, except
only in the depth and strength of its
Thomas Hood, the wit and poet,
speaks thus of his wife : " I never was
anything, dearest, till I knew you, and
I have been a better, and happier, and
more psoeperous man ever since.
Whatever mar befall me, the wife of
my bosom will have the acknowledg
ment of her tenderness, worth, and ex
cellence from my pen."
Speaking of Hood makes us think
of two notable instances of great wri
ters 1 of our time who have not been
hannv in their wives namely. Charles
Dickens and Bui wer Lytton. It is neith
er a pleasant nor a thankful task to ex
pose the spots which spoil the beauty of ,
great works of art, nor to call atten
tion to the littlenesses which detract
from the admiration we feel for great
men ; nevertheless, there seems ample
rfinaon for believinp that in both these
instances whatever fault there was did
not lie wholly with the wives. Thack-
eray, who has oeen frequently sponen
of as a similar instance, was most lov
iug and beloved by his home-circle,
but sustained a deep affliction m his
wife losing her reason after the birth
of one of her children.
The constancy with which so many
women have cherished the memory of
their husbands when death has removed
them from their sides cannot but call
forth both respect and admiration.
Our queen is herself a noble example
of this. The depth of her sorrow for
the loss of the good prince Albert, and
the faithfulness with which she cher
ishes and honors his memory and
teaches her children to do so, are known
Lady Franklin, too, holds a foremost
place among the faithful and true.
When her husband, sir John Franklin,
did not return at the expected time
from his last expedition to the north
seas, apprehensions began to be seri
ously entertained respecting nis late
and that of his brave companions.
.adv Franklin offered rewards of
2,000 and 3,000 to any peisons dis
covering or affording relief to the mis
sing party, or making any extraordi
nary effort with this object, one ap
pealed to the American people to as-1
sist in the search, and she herself de
termined upon, organized, and to a
great extent defrayed the expenses of
two expeditions to seek for traces of j
the missine party. For years she re
fused to give up hope, and it was only
when captain McClintock returned
with what were considered full proofs
of his death that she rested in her en
deavors to prosecute the search. To
quote sir Roderick Murchison, "Noth-
ne daunted by failure alter failure,
she persevered through years of hope
deterred with a singleness ot purpose
and a sincere devotion which were i
truly unparalleled." The little ship
andora. which is now acting as tne
medium of communication between
Inglaud and the present Arctic ex
plorers, was fitted out in great part at
her expense before her death.
How the Sioux get their Carious
The Sioux Indians name their pap
pooses after events transpiring at the
time ef their birth. As illustrative of
this peculiar trait, Red Cloud is known
to have taken that name from the fact
that the western sky was overspread
with red clouds at the moment of his
birth, while the bringing of a captive
horse with a spotted tail gave the now
great chief the singular cognomen of
Spotted Tail. Sitting Bull received
this name because a buffalo bull was by
a lucky shot thrown upon his haunches
in plain sight of his mother's tepee at
the natal hour, while the cavorting of
a fractious pony furnished a name for
the redoubtable Crazy Horse.
Sun Printing on Fruit. If any
of our young folks wish to astonish
any member of the family or any com
ing guests by some day allowing them
to discover their initials neatly printed
on a pear, peach or apple, as it hangs
upon the branch, this the way to carry
out your plan : Just be'ore the fruit
ripens, cut the desired letters from a
sheet of thin, tough paper, and paste
them on the side most exposed to the
sun. When, in the course of time,
you remove the paper from the ripe
surface, you will find the letters dis
tinctly marked upon it. There are
otherways of printing fruit, but this is
the most simple.
"Are you lost, my little fellow ? "
asked a gentleman .of a four-year-old
on Main street Saturday. "No," he
sobbed in reply, " b-but m-roy mother
J "EVii Olir YoUnGf Folks
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FRITZ AND I,
Selected and rendered into English.
Mister, please help a poor man
Who comet from Germany,
With Frir, my dog, and only friend,'
To keep me company.
J hare no gold to buy my bread,
No place to lay me down ;
For we are wanderers, Friti and 1,11
And strangers in the town. ,
Some people evre us food to eat,
And some they kick us out,
And say, " You have no business here,
To stroll the streets about."
What's that you say? You'll buy my dog.
To give me bread to eatr
Mister, I'm poor; but words like that
Please don't again repeat.
What! sell my dog, my little dog,
That follows me about,
And wags his tail so joyously
Whene'er I take him out.
Just look at him and see him jump,
He likes me pretty well,
And there is something 'kout that dog.
Mister, I wouldn't sell.
The collar? No ; there's something else
From which I could not part;
And if that thing was taken away,
I think 'twould break my heart.
"What is it, then, about that dog?"
You ask, "that's not for sale ?"
I tell you what it is, my friend :
Tit the wag of that dog's tail !
Robin and Crocus.
Crocus peeped out of the earth, in
the chill April weather. The sky wa
gray, and not a spear was to be seen,
nor a single green leaf ; a few old
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ones clung to me vines uu irew,
withered and brown.
But Crocus, brave as sweet, lifted
its cup of gold out of the earth, close
beside a patch of snow, and looked
shyly about, contented and glad,
though so quiet quite alone, and so
"Forward thing!" said a voice.
Crocus started and shuddered it was
"Forward thing!" repeated the
voice, dismally. " It would be more
becoming were you to wait until your
betters had come not flaunt out your
Now, poor Crocus knew that the
Fine-tree was near, and had rebuked
it ; and the pine was tall, and old and
Just then Robin came hopping
" How do vou do, little
Well met asram ! said he.
davl What is the matter?
sorrowful, dear ? " he gently added.
But Crocus was so very cast down,
it could scarcely reply. At last it told
Robin how it came out of the dark
earth so earlv. because the world was
so very lonesome ; and that by-and-by,
when the hrst company oi granu
flowers appeared, so simple a flower as
itself would not be needed.
" And when one means to do right,
it is very bad to be thought wrong by
those who are great and wise," added
And Robin answered, he felt so
sorry he hardly knew what to do :
"Those who are cruel are never
great, though they reach to the very
skies ! But never mind, little Crocus.
Let me tell you. Whenever I plume
myself ready to flit away from the
sunnv south, everyone says to me :
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Foolish bird ! loousn Dira s jus
chilly and drear up there. W ait a
a. f 1 1 A 1 IJ
little. You will nna no leaves 10 mue
. T- A il il...
away your ne. t. liui ine more mey
say the merrier I sing ; and away 1 fly
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to the chilly north, to ten mem mai
sprine is coming ior iear iucjt win
" And is it not something to make
ieople plad, even if we must be
Just then Clarabel camejlown the
path, and saw the Robin and Crocas
together. She sang out : " Oh ! the
first Robin ! I shall have my wish ! "
Then she paused with lifted hand
thinking which of all the most delight
ful things in the world she now most
" It shall be a hat with blue rib
bons and a flower like Crocus in the
blue, for me to wear at Easter."
So Robin, when he heard this, soared
away well pleased. Ami Clarabel ten
derly plucked the flower, saying:
" Dearest blossom of the year, you
are like a drop from the sun, after the
winter da vs. T will put you very near
my heart." So she fastened the flower
on her dress, and Crocus was satisfied.
Help Each Other.
A father was walking one day in
tha fiplds with his two children. The
hlawinor over a fine field of
ripe corn, and making the beautiful
golden ears wave like the wave of the
" Is it not surprising," said one of
the children, "that the wind does not
break the slender stalks of corn ?"
"My child," said the father, 'Vee
how flexible the stalks are I They
bend before the wind, and rise again
when it has passed over them. See,
too. how thev help to support each
nthpr. A single stalk would soon be
bent to the grovnd, but so many grow
ins? close together help to keep ea h
other. If we keep together when the
troubles of life come on us like a
stormy wind, we shall keep each other
iin when one trvine to stand alone
would fall" ChiHreris Paper.
One ov the best ways to judge ov a
man's karakter. iz to find out the
kind 07 fun he likes best
Richard Grant White savs there
is no such thing as " in our midst," but
we would like to know where he would
locate the pain that makes paregoric
a popular beverage among the young.
It was lord Huntington who, when
a lady, more beautiful in her own eyes
lhan those of the world, was boasting
that she had had hundreds of men at
her feet, remarked in an undertone,
A poor Frenchman, whose wife
roused him from his sleep with a cry,
" Get up, Bantiste, there is a robber m
the house!" answered, sensibly,
"Don't molest him; let him explore
the house a while, and if he should find
anything of value we will take it away
These are pretty hard times, I tell
you, sir," exclaimed a tramp, drawing
the back of his hand across his eyes
while he shut the other upon a donation
often cents. "Lots of families who'd
never thought, a year ago, that they
could mix up biscuit without cream,
now use water."
Savanna n News : A Chicopee man
had a cat which he cared no longer to
possess. He took the animal into the
garden, 6truck it nine times on tho
head with a hammer, and, as it still
moved, he boxed its ears with a spade,
and then hurried it. Isext morning
that cat walked seriously into breakfast,
willing to forget the past.
A Boston paper remarks that the
effects of culture are always prominent
in language. This is noticeable when
a 15oston girl jams ner nnger. no
says : "Aow i joarse; in-Dred peo
ple say : "Juch r It is tnnea that
reveal the inmate delicacy of a human
youno Parisian, noted for his
grace and readiness as a second in nu
merous duels, was asked by a friend to
accompany him to the mayor's office to
affix his signature as a witness to a mat
rimonial registry. He consented, but
when the scene was reached forgot him
self. Just as the mayor was ready for
the last formalities he broke out:
"Gentlemen, cannot this affair be ar
ranged? Is there no way of prevent
ing this sad occurrence V Imagine the
feelings of the godfathers and god
"Peter, don't you enjoy the as
tronomical phenomena these evenings ?"
said a well-to-do citizen, residing in
West Harrisburg, to his colored em
ploye, the other evening. " 'Clare to
goodness, I never tried 'em; mush
melon's my favorite fruit !"
A horney-handed phrenologist
in a West End grocery of Madison,
Wis., the other evening placed his
hand on a friend's head and said :
" Bill, do you want to know your
capacity and perccptibleiKss ?"
" Yes, if I've got any," was the reply.
" Well, then," continued the phre
nologist, " I place the tip of my
thumbs above the center of the ears,
thus. Then I extend my finger.s
around the posterity portion, calied in
frenology, oky-pot ; then I join the tips
of the fingers of both hands and en
deavor to bring the thumb tips together,
but the thumb tips don't meet by
great goodness !"
At this point the phrenologist looked
puzzled, and looked up to the ceiling
reflectively and gravely.
Out with it I am prepared to hear
the wrst," said Bill.
But the phrenologist said he would
have to tell him privately, and took
him out and up the street till near
a saloon door, when he paused and
whispered in Bill's ear :
" You've got a jxiwerful brain, a
powerful intellect, and orto le in con
gress instead of using a hammer."
Bill dragged his friend into the
saloon and called for " the lct in the
house." They drank, and Bill asked :
" Why didn't you tell mo in tlm
presence of those men in the grocery ?"
" Because," said the phrenologist, "I
knew they'd have called mo u darned
The Servian Generals.
A French correspondent at Belgrade
gives the following descriptive details
of the four generals to whom at the
present time the fortunes ot the Ser
vian army are intrusted: "Tchernayeff,
the generalissimo of the Servian foices
and the commander of the main col
umn advancing in the direction of
Nisch, is a man of sixty years of age.
During a long incontestable military
reputation, mainly, perhaps, by con
tributing largely toward the successful
issue of the expedition against
Kokhand. Zack, who commands
the troois moving on Novi
Bazar with a view of effecting a junc
tion with the Montenegrin contingent,
is an older man than his superior, but
bears bravely his seventy-two years.
In stature he is above the average
hight, but bis figure is now somewhat
bent. His life has been spent in the
study of military art, and he has ac
quired so great a fame for his knowl
edge thereof that, some few years ago,
he was appointed to reorganize and
superintend the academy at Belgrade.
During his tenure of office in that in
stitution he was very popular with his
pupils. In he fought in the ranks
of the Austiien army in the campaign
against Hungary. He speaks and
writes several languages fluently.
Ilaneo Alimpiisch, who commands the
corps on the Diina, is the Murflt of the
Servian army. In contrast with Gen.
Zach, whose manner, despite his ex
treme amiability, is somewhat cold and
reserved, Alimpitsch is affable in the
extreme; and he is well known through
out the army as a jovial companion.
He is now nlout fifty years old. He
began his military studies at Belgrade,
and afterward continued them in Bel
gium. MiJoe-Leschjaoin, who com
mands the corps on the northern part
of the eastern frontier, is supposed to
be the handsomest man in the Servian
army. He is now about forty years
of age, and like Alimpitsch speaks