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m On the Threshold*
? While I was singing yesterday,
a Beneath tho lilacs, dear,
A little bird perched overhead
As if it longed to hoar.
loried, "Oh, bird, sing?sing to mo!
No song of mine can ever bo
So sweet us your wild uiiustrelsy."
iv : The littlo bird bogan to sing :
At every note and sound
It seemed as if strange listeners came,
And softly gathered round.
And still the bird sang loud and clear?
X shut my eyes that I might hear
IThe voices in tho strungo world near.
And when at last the bird was still
I opened wido my eyes,
35ut all around were but tho treea
Uplifting to the akies?
Tho little bird is far away,
But 1 beneath tho lilao* stray
To that sweet world of yesterday.
?Rea, in Casselt's Family Magazine.
: "THE DEACON'S DINNER.
The good housewives of the neighborhood
often said that Mrs. Smart
ought to be the happiest woman in the
"Such a nice house as she lives in I"
yj -said Miss Bryce, who, poor soul,
taught the district school, and "boardtivi
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?>. > Scripture wildernesses.
""Such a pious raaa as the dear deacon
is!" added Mrs. Hopkins, whose
better-half had once been a sea-captain,
and was still apt to be profane
by fits and starts, when the cattle got
into the clover-field, and the midnight
-weasel marauded on his hen-coops and
"With a store-carpet on the bestroom
floor," put in Mrs. Jones, "and a
weekly newspaper, and white sugar in
her tea every day of her life, and a
horse and wagon to take her to meet
Such was the opinion of society as
represented in Glen Hollow. Perhaps
Mrs. Deacon Smart was a happy
'woman. But we are told, on the very
best authority, that "the heart know8th
its own bitterness."
Mrs. Smatt was washing up her
best china, one morning, preparatory
to giving a grand tea-party, and her
, cousin, Ella Dale, was helping her,
-when the deacon put his shining bald
>head in at the door.
"My dear," said he, "here is a paper
^>f pins for you."
Mrs. Smart nearly dropped a gilt?dged
saucer, in her consternation.
"More piiis!" said she.
"Yes, my dear," said the deacon.
unctuously. "Pins are always useful."
"Oh, yes, pins!" said Mrs. Smart,
giving her glass-towel a toss as she
wiped the last globule of moisture
from a goblet. "But not rows of rusty
wire I I do say for it, Ebenezer?"
"I'm going to Glen Depot, my dear,"
the deacon somewhat hurriedly interrupted,
at this juncture; "and perhaps
I shan't be home until tne o'clock."
He withdrew, and Mrs. Smart turnf
ed to Ella Dale with a half laugh.
"There, my dear," said she, throwing
down the faded green roll of pinpaper
on the dresser, "there you behold
the secret of my domestic unhap.
piness, the skeleton in my closet!"
Ella opened her round hazel eyes
"I can't think what you mean,
Juliana," said she. "You unhappy!?
and the dear deacon such a truly good
"That's the trouble," said Mrs.
Smart; "he's too good."
"I don't see how that can be possible,"
protested Ella, more perplexed
"And it's all at my expense," said
Mrs. Smart, dolefully. "Do you see
that paper of pins?"
"Why, of course I see it,** said Ella.
"Well, Mr. Smart has bought that
paper of pins of a peddler at the door,"
aaid Mrs. Smart. "Peddlers always
come here. This house is a Mecca to
the race of peddlers. They know that
Mr. Smart always buys of them?he's
too good-hearted to say do; or rather?
let us speak the truth and shame him
who shall be nameless between us?he
is too Indolent to resist their importunities."
Ella burst out laughing.
"But what a very insignificant
little trial I" said she.
"Oh, yes, I dare sayl" said Mrs.
Smart "The sting of a hornet isn't
*o very terrible in itself, but when a
whole swarm is let loose upon you,
"A swarm?" repeated innocent Ella.
"My dear," said Mrs. Smart, lowering
her voice to a confidential whisper,
"'up stairs in my bed-room closet I
have eighteen papers of just such
cheap pins?utterly useless for anything
but to bend themselves up double
when you try to put them through
a single thickness of calico, and to deprive
you of your temper just when
'you need it most; six cards of porce^
lain buttons?an article which 1 nevei
use; nine packages of stove-blacking
thirteen bottles of sewing-machine oil
'five papers of rusty needles; a dozer
pairs of shoe-strings; and eight rolls
of tape, which is an insult to one's
common sensel If I could reconcile it
to my conscience, I'd fling the whole
collection into the fire; but I was
brought up to economize. What do
you think, Ella? Would it be a sin to
annihilate all these pitfalls to my
"It is rather a problem," said Ella
"And with all this," said Mrs. Smart,
waxing vehement as she went on,
"Ebenezer is unwilling to give me
money to buy decent darning-needles
and respectable tape. He wonders
why 1 can't make my dresses last a
little longer, and thinks I am extravagant
in wanting a new feather for my
old velvet hat. He announces that I
use too many raisins and spices, and
asks me why I can't raise eggs and
poultry to exchange for groceries at
the village store. And yet?oh, the
inconsistency of men I?he expects me
to give a bowl of colfee and a sand
wiuii, tu aay uowimg 01 weages 01
apple-pie and three-cornered bits of
cake, to every able-bodied tramp and
stout peddler-woman who comes
"Doesn't he make any allowance for
it in the housekeeping money.?" said
"Not he! Just look heref Mrs.
Smart opened the drawer of the kitch
en-table. "This is where I keep the
house-money, which he gives me every
week?and he came here twice this
morning to get a quarter for a lame
beggar, and to hunt up ten pennies
for that same outrageous paper of
And she cast a baleful glance at the
article, which still lay on the dresser.
"This is piracy," said Ella, judicially.
"It's highway robbery!" declared
Mrs. Smart. "And there comes the
butcher's-cart, and I haven't money
enough left from my week's allowance
to buy a single steak, and here it
is only "Wednesday."
"Can't you buy on credit?"
"Never!" said Mrs. Smart, with
spirit "It's a thing that I never have
done, and that I never will do!"
Ella's brown eyes sparkled, as she
shook her head vehemently at the
butcher, who was just checking his old
horses at the door.
"Nothing to-day," said she. "Go onP'
Mrs. Smart dashed away a tear.
"Give me some of that shelled corn, I
Ella," said she. "I suppose I can
catch a chicken for dinner."
"Do nothing of the sort, my dear,"
said Ella Dale.
"But what are we to do?"
"Why, have a picked-up dinner, tobe-suret"
answered Ella. "Just leave
me to manage it"
"But I'm afraid the deacon won't
"Well, and if he doesn't? You don't
like the peddler business, do you ?" retorted
At one o'clock the table was all
spread, with three huge central platters
carefully shielded with the covers
which were ordinarily brought out
only on state occasions, and Mrs.
Smart and Ella were peeping out of
the window, and wondering what
kept the deacon so late.
"There he comes now!" said Mrs.
Smart. "Good gracious me! and there
is Willis Mildmay with him! We never
counted on him bringing company to
"What signifies company?" said
luuiuiaium^ llOl i;UiUpU*J"
ure, although her pretty face had turned
pink all over, like a June rose.
"Willis Mildmay won't care when he
comprehends it all. Willis is a sensible
"Come in, Mr. Smart?come in, Mr.
Mildmay," said Mrs. Smart. "You're |
half an hour late, Ebenezer. Ella and
I could not imagine what had become i
. "I hope I am not intruding!" said
Mr. Mildmay, looking at Ella Dale as
if a glance at her rosy face was all the
dinner that he wanted.
"Ob, not in the least!" said Mrs.
Smart "Pray sit down. We have
but a plain dinner to-day; but it is all.
that my housekeeping allowance
"No apologies, my dear," said Dea
j con Smart?"no apologies. Hunger is
I the best sauce, as we well know."
j And thereupon they all seated themselves,
and the deacon whisked off the
I big platter-covers, with a countenance
"Hello 1" said the deacon.
There, upon the centre plate, lay the
eighteen pale-green papers of pins.
l i At the right and left, on smaller plat|
ters, were arranged the cards of porce
lain buttons and the rolls of tape,
t while the bottles of machine-oil and
packages of stove-blacking were ari
ranged like a child's block-house on a
side-table, beneath a white napkin, by
* way of dessert.
; J Ella Dale burst out laughing. Mrs.
; Smart joined in. Willis Milcknay,
t spurred on by this infectious sound,
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laughed too, although he had not thtj
least Idea what he was laughing at.
The deacon stared as if he had suddenly
become all eyes.
"Juliana," said he, "what Is the
meaning of this?"
"It means, Ebenezer," his wife responded,
"that you have spent my
housekeeping money for cheap peddler's
wares, and that Ella and I determined
to serve them up to you for
dinnerl And what you don't eat, we
are going to burn; and henceforward,
whatever is bought has got to be of a
good quality, or I won't have it in the
house! Because I have come to the
conclusion that charity is one thing
and justice is another. And if you
give me money for housekeeping, it
isn't fair for you to spend it in buying
articles which no one can use I"
"Certainly it isn't!" said Ella Dale,
coming valiantly to the rescue.
The deacon's under jaw dropped; he
had half a mind to be angry, but he
thought better of it, and broke into a
"Mildmay," he said, turning to the
young man, "be warned in time! You
see what tricks these women folks
will be ud to !"
But Mr. Mildmay, who had somehow
got hold of Ella's hand under the
folds of the tablecloth, did not seem to
heed these words of wisdom as deeply
as he should have done.
"Ladies," said he, "there's a bushel
of oysters out In the wagon, that I
was taking home. If you will build
up a good fire, we'll have a roast, and
I'll be head cook. I suppose you've
got plenty of bread and butter?"
"Yes; and good, hot coffee," said
Mrs. Smart. "Make haste, Ella, and
start the fire to a blaze. And we'll
stimulate it with machine-oil and
The deacon sat by and made no
He only laughed in a sheepish, silent
sort of way.
And the family dined off hot roast
oysters, bread and butter and coffee.
Towards the close of the repast, a
stout, itinerant vender, with a basket
on his arm, tapped at the door.
"I hope I see your honor well?" said
he, with the regular professional
whine. "Will'ee buy something today?
Pins, needles, shoe-laces, hairpins
or a little?"
But Deacon Smart shut the door in
the very midst of his oily orations.
"No!" said he.
And the monosyllable sealed Mrs.
Smart's triumph for good and alL?
Helen Forrest Graves.
The Origin or "Mr." and "Mrs."
The history of those everyday titles
of Mr. and Mrs., which are now the
common property of every one, is not
without interest, though in some of
its steps it is a little obscure. In the
earlier times of our history the ordinary
man was simply William or John;
that is to say, he had merely a Christain
name, without any kind of "handle"
before it, or surname after it.
Some means of distinguishing one
John or one William from another
John or another William became necessary.
Nicknames, derived from a
man's trade, or from his dwellingplace,
or from some personal peculiari
ty, were tack 011 to their Christain
names, and plain John became plain
John Smith. As yet there were no
"Misters" in the land. Some John
Smith accumulated more wealth than
the bulk of his fellows?became perhaps
a landed proprietor, or an employer
of hired labor. Then he began
to be called in the Norman-French of
the day, the "Maistre," of this place,
or of that, of these workmen or of
those. In time the "Maistre," or
"Maister," as it soon became, got
tacked on before his name, and he be-,
came Maister Smith and his wife was
i Maistress Smith. But crraduallv the
sense of possession was lost sight of,
and the title was conferred upon any
man who had attained social distinction
of any kind, whether, by mere
possession of wealth, or by holding
some position of more or less consideration
and importance. It is only within
comparatively modern times that
the term came to be considered an almost
indispensable adjunct to ever;
one's name when mentioned in ordinary
conversation or writing. Maistress
Smith soon became Mistress Smith.
Exactly how and when the term got
corrupted eannot be said. Mastei
Smith, however, remained Mastei
Smith long after his wife became Misi
It Wonldu't Take So long.
Colonel Lubbock and Jones wen
walking home from the office*
"Wait awhile," said Colonel Lub
bock, halting in front of a grocery
"I want to step in here and get sorrn
"I don't believe I'll have time,'* saic
Jones. "I'm in something of hurry.'
"You won't have to wait long, l'n
only going to get a quarter of :
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\ BEECHER ON BUSINESS.
An Interesting Discourse on
Practical Affairs. 1
The Poundations that are Necessary to 1
Every Man's Success.
In the course of a recent sermon
Rev. Henry Ward Beecher said:
; "Men who live righteously have all
the secular things necessary to happiness.
Obedience to divine law and
secular prosperity go hand in hand.
There is no directory in the world like
Solomon's proverb. One would think
Solomon had lived in New York, for
you will find there all you know and a
good deal more. Every man to be
successful must have a foundation.
He must have health, strength and
common sense, which is the most un
common of all. He must have industry
and good management. lie must*
confine his work to his capabilities,
A man six feet tall can reach higher
than a man only five feet in height *no
matter how hard the other may try.
An unthinking brain cannot be a philosopher
and a man without urenius
norinnf aP *..k!
vy??uuuv |UiAAUl>D UUCli J' f UL W II IUII Wi
have ten thousand instances.
"A man's first aim in fife is to build
himself up. And the building of one's
Belf is the result of proper industry,
frugality and economy. We are not
here merely to enjoy ourselves. A
right Christain life limits men's desires
for pleasure, wealth and preferment.
Half of the failures in commercial
life are the result of greediness.
Men are not content with moderation?with
what belongs to their
abilities. Seeking to do more than in
them lies, they fall to the ground.
There are many men whose energy
and ambition drive them over all ob
stacles. They don't stop to consider
the rights of others, but rush through
the crowd knocking one man down
and treading on another's feet. Thousands
have no sense of equity between
man and man, but by and by they are
destroyed by the very impulse that
urged them on their haughty, lordly
"Moderation prevents over-action
and hence prevents reaction. Men
eat and are stupid. They drink and
are excited. Their retieclions are like
the reflection of the sun upon the
waves. The moral constitution of the
world is in agreement with right living,
and whatever one seeks he can
seek better by conforming to the moral
laws of God's kingdom. Moreover
the laws which apply to individual
life apply to society. If a community
Calls to heed them the same punishment
follows. It makes all the difference
in the world what sort of a communitv
a man lives in. If von ?rn
down into a community of individuals
where fights and quarrels prevail you i
cannot expect to find peace and happiness.
What kind of a place is that for
yourself or your children? But if you
go into a community of tastefulness,
sobriety and godliness you are lifted
up. Hence it is that no man or class
of men has a right to maintain a nuisance
of any kind. When we go forth
to drive out the nuisance we are not
meddling in what is not our business.
It does concern us, and it is our right
to interfere. We cannot always accomplish
all that we would like to accomplish,
it is true. We cannot com
pei a man to go to church, but we can
make him send his children to
school We can come so near to it at
any rate. Moral and virtuous men
pay the bills of criminals.
"Men who pander to animals instincts
are dangerous to humanity.
They are dangerous to your children
and mine. You remember the old
fable about a man selling his soul to
the devil?the poorest bargin the devil
could make by the way. But while
no man probably ever sold himself to
the devil at wholesale, many are selling
themselves to him at retail. Whenever
you violate the great fundamental
canons of morality you are selling
yourself. There are men in Brooklyn
who are seeking prosperity by sacrificing
purity and morality, thinking that
they will succeed by disregarding divine
law. Many believe in the Bible,
uui not in its contents. The Uible
says rectitude is prosperity, but they
don't believe it. Do you believe speaking
the truth at all times is essential
to your prosperity, young man? No, a
little evasion now and then is considered
smart. You ridicule the blunt
I country youth, who blurts out the
truth at all times. *He is green.'
I "Men say they will iirst amass for
tunes by evasions and deception, and '
then they will join the church. They
can't do it while building up their
properties. Oh, no 1 Why, a business
man in New 5Tork persuing such a
course would bankrupt himself in a
week. No mistake should be made in
the cases of mep who are successful
in their wickedness. When such do
prosper it is because of some qualities
in their aaturen which are really good.
. *.V, ' , * ' if
In what is called prosperity there is
often not a particle of true enjoyment*
There are thousands of men in dingy
shops who are happier than others in
palaces. I don't believe bloodsuckers
of gold are happy. I would rather be
a healthy, respected poor man than
the richest in the world, whose name
is only another for gold, so far
as happiness is concerned."
There was a Corsican boy who could
rehearse 40,000 words, whether sense
or nonsense, as they were dictated, and
then repeat them in the reverse order
without making a single mistake. A
physician, about sixty years ago, could
repeat the whole of "Paradise Lost"
without a mistake, although he had not
read it for twenty years. Euler, the
great mathematician, when he became
blind, could repeat the whole of Virgil's
"iEneid," and could remember
the first line, and the last line in every
page of the particular edition which
he had been accustomed to read before
he became blind. One kind of retentive
memory may be considered as
the result of sheer work, a determination
toward one particular achievernanf
nrlfV* f ~ ?ui
uvuv xibiiwui ICI^IOUUU tJI L11CL IU UUltlvation,
or to memory on other subjects.
This is frequently shown by persons
in humble life in regard to the Bible.
An old beggarman; at Sterling, known
about fifty years ago as "Blind Alick,"
afforded an instance of this. He knew
the whole of the Bible by heart, insomuch
that, if a sentence was read to
him, he could name the book, chapter,
and verse; or, if the book, chapter, and
verse were ramed, he could give the
exact words. A gentleman, to test
him, repeated a verse, purposely mak
ing one verbal inaccuracy. Alick hesitated,
named the place where the passage
was to be found, but at the same
time pointed out the verbal error.
The same gentleman asked him to repeat
the ninetieth verse'of the seventh
chapter of the Book of numbers.
Alick almost instantly replied: "There
is no such verse.. That chapter has
only eighty-nine verses." Gassendi
had acquired by heart 6,000 Latin
verses; and, in order to give his memory
exercise, be was in the habit of
daily reciting 600 verses from different
The World's Telegraphs
Last year there were strung about
this mundane sphere 600,000 miles of
Mjiegrapa line, rne united scutes outranks
the world as far as the telegraph
Is concerned, both as to extent of wire
and number of messages sent. Last'
year there were 65,000,000 messages
sent in this country to 32,000,000 in
Great Britain, 18,000,000 in Germany,
and 19,000,000 in France. Russia
sends about 10,000,000 of telegrams a
year, Switzerland 2,000,000, Spain 3,000,000,
Turkey a little over 1,000,000,
Belgium 6,000,000 and Austria 9,000,000.
Mexico has 460 telegraph offices,'
and it sends about 750,000 telegrams a
year. Japan has 125 offices and sends
nearly 3,000,000 telegrams a year. It
ia a f*V?nranfnriatin oKAtnm?
w m w?*m? muvwa wav XUVU| OIlVITIU^ bUO
progress of the two nations, that the
Japanese, with smaller territory and a
much less population, send three times
as many messages as China.
With the 65,000,000 telegrams sent
last year, the United States had 15,000
telegraph offices and 154,650 miles of
lines. The mileage is larger to-day
than then, and the wires are more
generally used. Of these messages
the average cost per message of those
sent by the Western Union was thirty
and nine-tenth ccnts, and the average
profit per message was fifteen and sixtenth
cents. In 1868 the Western
Union had about one-fifth of its present
mileage, and its charge per message
was on the average over twice as
great. At that time it made a profit
of forty-one cents per message. In
1884 the Western Union had 145,000
miles of wire. It sent more than 42,000,000
messages and took in nearly
$20,000,000 in receipts.?Cleveland
The Lahgnages of the World.
It is said that the nations of the
earth speak about ninety different
dialects. But these dialecis can be
traced to a much smaller number of
laniruaores. All theao lnncriinorM #r?
divided into three classes?namely, the
ihdo-Germanic, which embraces the
ancient classical languages aud those
of modern Europe; the Sanscrit,
which embraces all the various
languages of India, and the Semitic,
which embraces the Hebrew, Chald$ic,
Syriac, Arabic, etc.
Nervous old lady boards a train;
when about to seat herself, discovers a
horrid man with a gun in the car.
"I hope that thing is not loaded."
frolicsome Sportsman: "Y es, Ma'am;
it is. However, 1 will insert this cork
in the muzzle. There! Quite safe
The timid one is satisfied.?Life.
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In the Firelight- 4
The fire upon the hearth is low?
And there is stillness every wh?
Liko troubled spirits, here and thero
The firelight shadows fluttering go.
And as the shadows round mo creep,
A childish treble broaks the gloom
And softly from a further room
Comes: "Now I luy mo down to sleep."
And, somohow, with that littlo pray'r
And that sweot treble in my ears,
My thought goos back to distant years
And lingers with a dear ono there;
And as I hear my child's amen,
My mother's lace comes back to moCrouched
at her sido I soom to bo,
And mother holds my hands again.
Oh, for an hour in that dear place;
Oh, for the peace of that dear timo;
Oh, for that childish truat sublime;
Oh, for a glimpse of mothor's face !
Yet, as the shadows round mo oreop,
I do not seem to bo alone?
Sweet magio of that treble tono
And "^ow I lay mo down to sloen !"
' ?Eugene Field.
Society gossip is only chin-deep.
A coat of paint bas no buttons
The character of the Chinaman is
apt to be wish-he-washy.
No one can surpass a deaf mute in
expressing silent contempt.
I An onion is very aromatic, but yoa
! wouldn't carry it in your pocket for a
"Love i3 blind," but it gets along
remarkably well without the aid of a
Little Jack: "My mamma's new fan
is hand-painted." Little Dick: "Poohl
who cares? Our whole fence is."
The reason a miser can find no in*
terest in poor people is because they
| have no principal.
I -nit ' 4 ? '
Xiiiza matnnaa?nave you ever read
any of Holmes' works ? Charles Augustus?Oh,
yes, I have read Holmes*
Seven hundred and fifty-dollar fans
are very common in New York, but
sensible girls don't look for such presents.
They take a fifty-cent fan and
$749.50 in oysters and and theatre
"Smith, did you see ray wife go
down this street ? " "Yes, she passed
about an hour ago." Wonder what
my chances are for overtaking her ?"
"Good. The sidewalk is just lined
One hundred and fifty inventions
relating to roller skates have been patented
since January 1, and yet it is
safe to predict that when a skater unexpectedly
sits down with a dull, sickening
thud, the language used on the
occasion will be the same as that employed
The First Umbrella in London.
In Red Lyon square lived, in former
days, many notable persons. Among
these was Jonas Hanway, well known
as the benevolent traveler, the founder
of Magdalene hospital, and last,
but not least, as the introducer of umbrellas
into London. Hanway, who
died at his house in the square in 1876,
I was the first man who ventured, after
bis return from Persia in delicate
health, to walk about the streets of
the metropolis with an umbrella over
his head. It was a bold proceeding;
for, although others ultimately followed
his example, some time elapsed
before the fashion became general, and
it was so regarded as a sign of infirmity
to use umbrellas that those who
carried them were exposed to much
"chaff" and unpleasant jeering from
the London gamins of the day.
Strangely enough, the high position
the umbrella has attained in political
circles of late is foreshadowed in one
of Beaumont and Fletcher's plays,'
Rule a Wife and Have a Wife." where
Altea says, as though she were addressing
a liberal candidate for parliamentary
honors of the present time:
Are you at ease? Now 1b your hoart at rest?
Now you have got a shadow, an umbrella
To keep the scorching world's opinion
From yoar fair credit.
The umbrella may be glorified by
Mr. Gladstone; but it would be unjust
to ignored the fact that it is really indebted
for its greatness to the grandi
old man of Red Lyon square.?St.
Mexican Lore for Children.
One trait of the Mexican character *
deserving of all prase is the national
love for children. Mexico is the children's
paradise. Children are loved
and petted in public to an extent that
makes an American, used to the stolid
wotro nf Vi I o mirn -
?f (?JO v*. M40 V IT U WU11H JT pcupio ,
open his eyes in astonishment
and pleasure. There is no affectation in
the matter. A baby is every one's anmi
ration, and here you may see fathers
out walking with their children
for the pleasure of the children's company.
In shops and all|>laces where
people meet children are petted, and a
baby in a shop is seized and carressed
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