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-IN MUSSER'S BUILDING, Corner of >fain nnd Trrn St., rt SI.OO TER ANM M, IX ADVANCE; Or $ 1.35 if not paid in sdt-anoe. Acceptable Correspondence Solicited. HyAddress all letters to " MILLHEIM JOURNAL.'' The End. T e rkh man a" morning looked over his lands, All bright in the <:<il I t their harvest pride: He counted theplei tv that catno to his hands, But he Mt* not the uu-ol who stood at his side! For death waifs no', though riches incroa-e: And the sordid limy mist in trcasutes that cease, But their boast must < nd in mourning. Quoth he, "The wealth ol'iny fair fields teem ing. I will hoard, and ent while the years roll on: And I'll build broader har.is''—but a voice bivke his dreaming. And his flush'd cheek with teiror turned haggard and wan. For death waits not, though richer increase, And the hope that flatters a miser's peace Is the hopo that end* iu mourning. That night, still and cold, in the silence dim Of his stately chamber the rich man lay; And his barns, and bis harvests, what aro they to him? And whose was his wealth when his soul fled nwny? For dea'h waits not, though riches increase. Nor the gold of the miser can buy him re le iso, When the day of his doom comes in mourning. Theron Broicn. The Belle of the Bakery. It was not one of your common baker ies. It was a very genteel bakery, in deed. with a solid plate-glass window, and "Parties anil Weddings Supplied" gilded in sprawling letters across the front. The floor was of chequered marble, and the walls were frescoed with peacock feathers and half-open fans. And Mrs. Biggs knew nothing at till about "the business," but came in and out of a private door, and Miss Edelgitha, her daughter, was taking iessons on the piano, and in arrasene work, and read D'lsracli's novels. As for Mr. Biggs himseif, he was in visible half the day in the subterranean region, whence he would occasionally merge with a very red face, and hair and whiskers powdered with flour. "They ain't nothin' like the master's pve," Mr. Biggs would observe, with a noble disregard of grammar, which was peculiarly aggravating to Kdel githa, his daughter. Then there was Mary—"Polly," as Mr. Biggs called her. Mary Biggs had tMjme to visit Edelgitha, and be educa ted with her, when the sudden death •ji her father left her unprovided for, ind all but friendless. "She's most educated, ain't she?" said Mr. Biggs. "Del 'll put her Ihrough and make a teacher of eh, wife?" "Pray, Air. Biggs, don't go to putting such nonsense into the child's head!" said Mrs. Biggs. "It's a deal too ex jicnsive, and it will be three years at least before she will be qualified to leach. And we can't board and clothe her all that time. Let her go down into the bakery and help you. You vzere complaining only yesterday of being short of hands." "But it's most a pity, ain't it?" said Mr. Biggs, who was a kind-hearted soul "Such a bright, smart little cree tur as Polly is." "Pshaw!" said Mrs. Biggs. "You want bright, smart creatures, don't yon?" "But I somehow calculated to give Polly the same advantages as Edel githa," urged the baker, wriggling like an uneasy eel "Then you calculated entirely with out yuur host," observed Mrs. Biggs, tartly. "We are not Rothschilds, and Signor Caraeoli charges eighty dollars ? quarter; and I've spoken to a French mam'selle about daily lessons in conver sation at a dollar a-piece. Besides"— with a sudden change of base—"Mary was telling me, only yesterday, that she pined for something to do. She has always been used to such an active life." So Mary, in her black calico dress, with the mist of tears still heavy on her eyelids, went down into the work loorris, to help her unele. She was a brisk, efficient girl, who had what Uncle Biggs called "a level bur.incss head." She was a good ac countant, and kept the books below stairs: and once in awhile she amused herself with making up a pile of dain ty, snow-white meringues, c r a batch of old-fashioned doughnuts, for the fu>re It was lonely down there, to be sure, among the busy workmen, and she sighed at times when she heard her Cousin Edelgitha practicing the scales. "It is very ungrateful of me," she said to herself. "I ought to be glad and thankful to help good Uncle Biggs." And it never occurred either to Mary or her uncle that if she hadn't been so very much prettier than Edelgitha she never would have been banished to the basement of the bakery. "Edelgitha must marry rich," said Mrs. Biggs. "We have prepared her to adorn any station; and Mr. Lilburne, certainly was very attentive when he met her at the private view of the pic ture gallery. I really think he likes Edelgitha." the Jlilltirim lotrnial. DEININGER & BUMILLER, Editors and Proprietors VOL. LVII. "•He's a queer old fish!" said the ba ker. meditatively. 'But he's rich," said Mrs. Biggs. "Well, then, let's ask him to supper, and leave him and Kdelgitha alone to gether afterward?" suggest etl Mr. Biggs. "That is, if she likes him." "Biggs, don't be a goose!" said the lady, irritably. "You haven't a soul above one of your own Hour-barrels —no, nor you won't never have." So Mr. Biggs retired, and gave his whole attention to the checking off of a load of St. Louis flour, which was being delivered at the alley-door. Mary Biggs had come up into the storo to whisper one of her uncle's messages to the stylish young woman behind tlie counter, whqi a servant girl hurried in and emptied about a peck of little, tlat, brown cakes on the glass top of the show-case. "Mr. Lilburne's compliments, miss," said she; "and they're trash!" "What!" said the shopwoman. "Mr. Lilburne's compliments; and they're trash!" repeated the maid. "lie said they wasn't ginger-snaps at all; they was only lard anu molasses. He wanted the kind his mother used to bake, of Saturday mornings. The very first one he tasted he threw on the floor." "Well," remarked the shopwoman, tossing her head, "if our ginger-snaps don't suit the gentleman, then it's im possible to suit him. That's all!" "He's been sick, you know," said the maid-servant, apologetically. "And he's just getting better, and His appe tite's dreadful uncertain, and Mrs. Pugslev—my missus—she thought she was sure to tempt him with these 'ere. •Ginger-snaps!* said he. 'Just what I've been a-longin' for. My mother used to bake 'ein for me, when I was a child. Yes, Mrs. Pugslev,* said he, 'you may order 'em for me.' But," with a mild sigh, "missus might ha' known they wouldn't suit. Nothin' suits when a gen'leman's just off a sick bed." "Is it Mr. Lilburne?" said Mary. "Oh, I remember him. He came here once, and went to sleep while Edelgitha was singing, 'Oh. Summer Night!' I liked him. He talked to me about the country. He knew all about calves and chickens, and cranberry swamps and robins'-nests. Does he like ginger-snaps? I'll make some for him. I know an old-fa-hioned receipt that is always good. Come here to morrow, my good girl," to the maid, "and I'll have some ready for you. Poor Mr. Lilburne! I'm sorry he's sick!" The smart shopwoman stared as superciliously as Liszt or CVopin might have done if a village bugler had vol unteered to them the first principles of music. A country-girl, like that, expect to compete with "Biggs's Celebrated Bak ery!" Well, really, the shopwoman did't know what the world was com ing to. But little roily hurried down stairs again to where Mr. Biggs, all powdered with flour, was laying down the law to some of his satellites. "Ginger, my dear?" said he. "And flour? What you like—what you like! As I was telling you, Johnron, a barrel of prime flour has to he humored. You can't drive it. Flour is flour, and must be handled accordingly." •* Mr. Leonidas Lilburne, stalking un easily about his sick-room, and anathe matizing the sluggish current of the hours, was secretly making up his mind to get married. 'Lifter a man has once been sick in a boarding-house," he paid to himself, "he's a fool if he don't look around for a home of his own. I am forty next month. It's high time I was thinking of settling in life— Eh, who's there?" "It's me, sir, please!" said Mrs. Fugsley—"with seme ginger-snaps." "Pshaw!" said Mr. Lilburne. "Fling 'em out of the window! Give em to the dogs! I don't want any more of your city humbugs!" "But please, sir, these are quite dif ferent!" Mrs. Pugsley coaxed—"made by a young woman from the country, as works in Mr. Biggs' bakery. And I was to ask, would you be so very good as only to taste 'em ?" "Oh, yes, I'll taste them!" said Mr. Lilburne, sarcastically. "It's no trou ble to poison myself, just to oblige people!" And Mrs. Pugsley, entering with an apprehensive air, put the plhte of round, golden cakelets on the table. * "I really think, sir," said she, "if you would only taste them—" "Hum! ha!" said Mr. Lilburne. "These are quite a different article! These are the kind my old mother used to turn out! They're ambrosia they're food for the gods! Who made them, I say?" "I—l don't know, sir, I'm sure," said Mrs. Pugsley, rather discomfited by this direct address. "Some young per son in Mr. Biggs' bakery." "Order a carriage!" said Mr. Lilburne —"and bring me mv sable-trimmed overcoat at once! I'll go and see that young woman. I don't believe there is another person on the American continent, that can make ginger-snaps like these, now that my poor old moth er is buried!" Mary Biggs came, laughing, up from the.subterranean deeps of Biggs' bak ery. "Oh, yes, Mr. Lilburne," raid she, "I made the snaps! Don't you remember mo— Edelgitha's cousin V" "But what are you doing down here?"demanded Mr. Lilburne,in some amazement. "Earning my own li\ing," Polly promptly answered. "And they told me you didn't like the store snaps, so 1 baked some after my grandmother's old receipt." Mr. Lilburne looked at Pollv with the respect due to a maker of incom parable ginger-snaps, mingled with chivalrous pity for a desolate maiden. "Miss Polly," said lie—"that was what they called you, wasn't it?" "Yes," said Polly, "that's my name." "Perhaps I ought to warn you that I'm going to be a little abrupt," said he; "but—l should like to marry vou." "Oh, dear!" raid Polly, starting back in amazement; "I couldn't think of such a thing!" "Yes, you can," said Mr. Lilburne. "Think of it. that's all. Think of it for a week, and then let ine know your final decision. I'm not exactly what the world calls a gay young lover, but I can give you a good home and an honest, loving heart. Your uncle can tell you all about Leonidas Lilburne. There. I won't tca.se you any longer. Just take my proposal into considera tion, that's all." So lie went away, and Mary, in her perplexity, went in among the flour barrels, and took counsel with Uncle Biggs. "Uncle," said she, "what am I tj do?" "My dear," said the good man, strok ing her head with floury, yet not un kindly, hands, "what do you think? Could you learn to like him?" "I think so." confessed Mary, with downcast eyes. "He spoke so ph asant ly to me, and he has honest brown eyes." "Then I recommend you to say yes," said Uncle Biggs. "Lilburne is a good, warm-hearted fellow, if a little eccen tric, and his wife will be a lucky woman." And he thought of Kdelgitha and sighed. A week subsequently. Mr. Lilburne gave his landlady warning. "I hope Dliaven't failed to suit you, sir," said she, plaintively. "It isn't that, Mr.OPugsley," said he. "But I'm going to be married." "I'm sure, sir, I congratulate you," said Mrs. Pugslev, faintly. "You may well do so. ma'am," said Mr. Lilburne. "She's as lovely as Venus, as domestic a> Dorcas, and— she makes ginger-snaps such as my poor mother once did! Yes, Mrs. Pugs lev, I feel that I have gained a prize." So Polly Biggs' ginger-snaps won the treasure which Miss Edelgitha's frills and French conversation had been powerless to reach. "I really can't see what Mr. Lilburne saw to fancy in my Cousin Polly!" said she, with spiteful tears. And Mrs. Biggs could not enlighten her daughter.— llden Forrest Graves. About Authors. Baxter was one of the most volumi nous writers in the English language. He wrote no fewer than 1(38 separate works. Dr. Owen published seven volumes in folio, twenty in quarto, and about thirty in octavo. He wrote so care lessly that Robert Ilall said of him; "He is a Dutchman floundering in a continent of muel." Samuel Clarke was an indefatigable worker. Ilis edition of "Caesar's Com mentaries." bis seventeen sermons, hij twelve books of the Iliad, etc., prove the fact. Otway performed an immense amount of literary labor before he had attained his thirty-fourth year. Doctor Lardner was a voluminous writer. His "Credibility of the Gospel History" alone comprised fifteen vol umes. William C'obbett wrote more than one hundred volumes. Thomas Miller author of "Fair Rosa mond," "Lady Jane Grey," etc., wrote one hundred volumes in twenty years 1 Theodore Hook produced thirty 'eight books in sixteen years, and as IK was during that time editor of a paper and contributor to the magazines, he may well have been considered a greal worker. Jacob Abbott, author of the "Roll< Books" wrote more than one hundrec volumes for his juvenile series. MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH29,IBB3. Phot ogmphic plates have proved that light penetrates clear water to the depth of fid.l feet, and it is thought that rays powerful enough to exert an influence on the lower forms of life may reach to greater depths. Diamonds, A. 11. Griffith consid ers, ha I been formed by the action of h'ghly-hoated water or water-gas, aide I by great pressure on the carbon aceous matter of fossils in dlie sedi mentary rocks, followed by cooling and consequent deposition of carbon in the crvstallino condition. The German military engineers have Slice eded in adapting and perfecting the ele -tro-photograph apparatus to be plumed in a balloon f->r observing the enemy's camp, etc. It will take a per fect photograph of the country below in the fraction of a second when the balloon is at an elevation of 4()00 feet. One of the largest brains on record is that of an illiterate, not very intel ligent mulatto of Columbus, 0., who recently died at the ago of 45 years, and whose case is report ul by Dr. II al deinan in the Cincinnati Lancet. His brain weighed sixty-eight and three quarters ounces, or nearly five ounces more than the famous brain of Cuvior. The case was mentioned a few months ago of a bricklayer who could neither read or write, whose brain weighed f-' \ t v-seveu ounces. An English inventor lias devised n huge listening trumpet, by which a sound at sea is caught up and ren dered audible to an officer on ship board. Such an apparatus has been put up on the North Sunderland yier, and it has been found that if a ship is hailed from this pier, the person bail ing can hear quite distinctly, through the opening in the vibrating funnel, the reply sent. Experiments are yet wanting to test the efluaev of this simple apparatus in fogs at sea. Mexico is making a study of the culture of the rubber-plant. The hardiness of the plant is said to be such that its culture is exceedingly simple and inexpensive where the climate and soil are suitable. In much of the Mexican coast region almost the only expense is the we -ding re quired when flie plant ? are young, to give them a chance to grow and strengthen. In fact, it is certain that* properly set out, the plants will grow and mature in spite of the weeds, but are so retarded that it pays well to give them careful attention. Cotton can be cultivated simultaneously between the rows, and the culture of the cotton is sufficient to care for the rubber-trees also. The inhabitants of Iceland relate many ancc lote> of the seals, or sea dogs, particularly that species called the land-selur. Tliey say that these animals are very observant; when they perceive any new object upon the shore they approach toward it—which has suggested to the inhabitants the idea of catching them in two ways. They spread nets in the straits and hays through which the seals pass, and then on a dark evening tliey make a fire on the const with shavings, horn, and other combustible substances, that exhale a strong smell; the seal, at tracted by the scent, swims toward the fire, and is taken in the nets. They are easily tamed, and the people put them, when young, into p.mds, and feed them daily, by which they become as tractable as a common dog; run about the yard, and follow the master of the house, or anybody else who may call tlieni by name. In some years the seal is almost starve 1. When for in stance, the winter is severe, fish and insects are scare \ and t ie seaweed by which they are nourished is carried off by the ice and breakers; then they are so lean and weak that it is impossible for them t > escape, and they are easily taken; their fat is consequently wasted, and nothing is found in their stomachs but marine plants and stones. The Atlanta correspondent of the Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle writes: The style of architecture has changed ma terially in the last five or ten years. Right after the war we had an inunda tion of Northern architects, w r ho planned houses suited to cold Northern climates and wholly unfitted for our warm atmosphere. They made close houses, with small rooms, narrow stairways, without halls, and with only scraps of veranda and porch. The little cuddles of rooms and labyrinthine arrangement of interior were the very culmination of discomfort for our hot climate. The philosophy of a true Southern dwelling is roominess and a chance for a breeze. We need wide halls, some porches, and large rooms- The new and improved system of Atlanta architecture recognizes these climatic necessities. A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE. •SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS. Habits of Seals Soul horn Houses, The Engineer at a Concert. "I was loafing around the streets last night," said Ji*n Nelson, one of the oldest locomotive engineers run ning into New Orleans, "and as I had nothing to do 1 dropped into a conceit and heard a slick-looking Frenchman play a piano in away that made mo feel all over in spots. As soon as he sat down on the stool I knew by tho way he handled himself that he under stood the machine ho was running, lie tapped tho keys away up one end just as if they were gauges, and want- Ed to see if he had water enough. Then he looked up as if he wanted to know how much steam he was carry ing, and the next moment ho pulled open the throttle and sailed out on tho main line, just as if lie was half an hour late. You could hear her thun der over culverts and bridges, and get ing faster and faster until the fel low rocked about in his seat like a cra dle. Somehow I thought it was old '3G' pulling a passenger train and get ting out of the way of a'special.' The fellow worked the keys on the middle division like lightning and then ho flew along the north end of the line until the drivers went around like a buzz-saw, and I got excited. About the time I was fixing to tell him to cut her off a little, he kicked the dampers under the machine wide open, pulled the throttle away back in the tender, and, Jerusalem, jumpers! how he did run. I couldn't stand it any longer, and veiled to him that she was 'pound ing' on the left side, and if ho wasn't careful he'd drop his ash-pan. But he didn't hear. No one heard me. Every thing was flying and whizzing. Tele graph poles on the side of the track looked like a row of corn stalks, the trees appeared to be a mud bank, and all the time the exhaust of the old ma chine sounded like the hum of a bum blebee. I tried to yell out, but my tongue wouldn't move. He went around curves like a bullet, slipped an eccentric, blew out his soft plug*, went down grades fifty feet to the mile, and not a brake set. She went by the meeting-point at a mile and a half a minute, and calling for more steam. My hair stood up like a cat's tail, be cause 1 knew the game was up. Sure enough, dead ahead of us was the headlight of the 'special.' In a daze I heard the crash as they struck, and saw the cars shivered into atoms, peo ple mashed and mangled and bleeding and gasping for water. I heard another crash as the French professor struck tho deep keys away down on the lower end of the southern division, and then I came to my senses. There he was at a dead standstill, with the door of the firebox of the machine open, wiping the perspiration off his face and bowing at the people before him. If I live to be a thousand years old I'll never forget the ride that Frenchman gave me on a piano." Remarkable Tree. There is a most remarkable fir tree in the forest of Alliaz, canton of Vaud. It is near the bath-; of Alliaz, at a hight of about 1300 feet above the hotel, and 4500 feet above the sea, surrounded by a forest of firs, which it overtops by more than thirty fe t. The trunk is a little more than thirty feet in circum ference at the base. At about a yard from the ground it puts out, on the south side, seven offshoots, which have grown into trunks as strong and vigor ous as those of the other trees in the forest. Bent and gnarled at the bot tom, these side trunks soon straighten and rise perpendicularly and parallel to the main stem. This feature is not, perhaps, wholly unparalleled, but an other curious fact is that the two largest of the side trunks are connected with the principal stem by subquadran gular braces resembling girders. The space between the rough flooring formed by the growing together of the offshoots, at their point of departure, and the girder limbs, is large enough to admit of building a comfortable hermit's hut within it. An Ancient Nation. At the departure of the children of Israel from Egypt, China was seven hundred years old; and when Isaiah prophesied of her she had exiitec 1 . fifteen centuries. She has seen the rise and decline of all the great nations of antiquity. Assyria, Babylon, Persia, Greece and Rome have long since followed each other to the dust; but China still remains a solitary and wonderful monument of patriarchal times. Then look at the population of the country, roughly estimated at four hundred millions, ten times the popula tion of the United States, more than ten times the population of Great Britain and Ireland. Every third per son that lives and breathes upon this earth is a Chinaman; and every third grave that is dug is for a Chinese. Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advanoe. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. When a thing is once begun, it is almost half finished. People's intcntioni cm only be de ; tided by their conduct. Happiness is like an echo; it answers to your call, but does net come. Cities force growth, and make men talkative and entertaining, but they also make them artificial. Friendship is the medicine for all i misfortunes, but ingratitude drie3 up the fountain of all goodness. Make no more vows to perform this or that; it shows no great strength, and makes thee ride behind thyself. Wc judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while oilers judge us by what we haVe already done. A great secret of education is to make the exercises of the body and those of the mind serve always as a recreation to each other. Observation and experience combine to teach us how small a part of the in cidents which chequer life can le fore told. Therefore it becomes the wise to enjoy with equanimity or to suffer , with fortitude whatever happens. It is an argument of a candid, in ; genius mind to delight in the good name and commendations of others; to : pass by their defects and take notice of their virtues; And to speak or hear willingly of the latter, for in this indeed you may l>e little less guilty than the evil speaker, in taking pleasure in evil, though you speak It not. Think not you are the only one who i has to endure, and who dreads the hardships of life. Ease and comfort are the natural desires of the human heart, and there are thorns, real or im aginary, in every one's pathway. But ! sitting down and brooding will never bring power to overcome them—rather be up and doing, thankful for the j blessings yet remaining. An lvory-hafted knife to the ordina ry diner-out, says a London paper, is simply a piece of table cutlery, useful at meals, but devoid of all romance. He wonders not at the ingenuity that made the steel and fashioned the blade with its keenly-cutting edge. In his eyes it is only a knife-handle and he does not allow its antecedents to inter fere with his appetite. But through what an experience this bit of ivory, so smooth and shining, has passed! It once formed part of an elephant's tusk and was probably dug out of the desert or found in some dense African forest, while the jackals or the vultures were feeding on the animal's carcass. It was most likely carried hundreds of miles over a trackless country and territory peopled by hostile tribes ready to shed blood for its possession. Like fame, ivory is frequently very difficult to get, and when, by the exer cise of strength, endurance, watchful ness and cunning, the dusky natives have brought it to the shore, they deserve a substantial price for the precious load that has fatigued their limbs and made their shoulders ache. A tusk sold one week at Liverpool weighed not less than 140 pounds, and it can scarcely be said that the Afri can's yoke is easy and his burden light when he has to toil along, in tropical heat, Avith an elephant's tooth in his grasp. But the obstacles to be overcome in getting the ivory to a civilized region are not entirely responsible for the present high prices in the English market. The elephant is defunct in Egypt, and tusks are only obtainable there by dredging in the sand; but the leviathan of the woods is by no means extinct in Africa and India, and would possibly yield an abundance of ivory if the demand only grew as slowly as his teeth. The Small-Sized Jap*. Doubtless had not the long centuries of seclusion from the outside world compelled the Japanese to marry and intermarry among themselves as they have, they would show a much taller race than they now do. Every species of animal life is dwarfed from the same cause of interbreeding. The cattle are small, and the horses are much smaller than the California mustang; in fact they can. only be called ponies. There may, perhaps, be yet another case for the short stature of the race. Their internecine wars have destroyed the lives of myriads of the fighting population. It is known that the wars of Xapoleon served to shorten the stature of the French peo ple very materially, and doubtless the destruction of life caused by war has effected the same result here. The Japanese are a warlike race, and when they fight they fight to kill, using the most effective edged tools ever made for the trade of war. NO. 13. Knife Handles. ADVERTISING KATES: ——— - | J w j t- 1 i mo. I Smi.! Srno*. 1 f 1 srpiar* 81 00 * 2 W $ S 001 8 4 W • lirolnmn.: I 8 001 400 I WW WW u column I 600 *OO ; 13 00 20 00 W fcSiomn.::::..:.! *wi i i <* >o One inch nrnkps a ~qn*n\ Ad mnistrators nnd J'_ x wntors' Notiww #S.W. Trmknt ad wtiwnwau nd kx-aift 10 pn8 per I no for first lanartion and 6 e#m jwr lin* for Mr a<fifiotial Insertion. NEWSPAPER LAWS. If mitvcribers order tbo discontinuation of newspapers, the imblishflfli may continue to send them until nil arrearages are paid. If subscribers refuse or neglect to take their newspai>ers from the office to which theyara sent, they are held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them dis continued. j If subscribers move to other places with out informing the publisher, and the news > papers nre sent to the former place of resi dence, they nre then responsible. Echo Song. I call acroM tho rolling plain, "O mountain* from your sleep awake, O stupid rocks your slumber break, Hear and give lmck nty words again !* And hark! the Ecbo doth rpbnnnd In accents made the soul of sound, Replying to my laughing voictf, "Rejoice!" There loiterfcth by a flock of sheep, Aoove whose clamorous bleating swells Tito tinkling of their hundred bells. In sympathy with me, the steep Takes up the wild pell-mell of sound, Makes jargon human In rebound, Compels uproar to flow along fn song. Where curves the lake's green cr*9ceut coast,! The fishers flock with net and boat, With song and shout ashore, afloat; Yet nil tho bubble of their host Melts into in rebound, Confusion into tuneful sound, One heart of overflowing cheer I hear. Behind me is the mtirinurom sigh And rustling of the forest tree* While loud or low ns flows thovireeze Comes song of birds afar and nigh, And, sheaved into the one rebound. One nolo on Echo's lips is found As if from one poetic brain, Tho strain. And thus from all the race ascends Earth's myriad sigh and song and prayer Of hope, of anguish, praise, de-pair; But gathered into one descends Divine—not Echo, not rebound— One answer from the blue above, Tts love! — From Vie French. ■- - 1 PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. A bill that will pass—Any good bank bill. A trying question—"Guilty, or not guilty r Xo bank should be without e chest protector. When a man loses his balance, where does it go ? In these days it should be changed around so as to read, "Where there's \ will there's away to break it." "Xever sit without a coat atanopefc window when heated." It has bee#" scientifically determined that there is nothing more absolutely dangerous than a heated open window. Believers in the William-Tell-shoot ing-the-apple-ofT - his-little-boy's-head story will be glad to hear that there actually was a Gessler,not withstanding the iconoclastic effort to spoil the little legend by proving that there was not. And everytyxiy knows there was an apple. It is said that litigation is so rare in Searcy county, Ark., that a lawyer could not make a living at his practice if lie were to receive all the fees on both sides of every case. When a man has any trouble with a neighbor in that county, they go out and settle it with shotguns. There is a young lady in San Fran cisco who is six feet four inches tall, and is engaged to be married. The man who won her did it in these "Thy beauty sets my soul aglow—l'd wed thee, ride or wrong; a man wants but little here below, but_ wants that little Qneer Catch-Pennies. Many of tho "odds-and-endists, H like the nut-counter, are ministers of some slight amusement for the public. One of these wanderers used to stand in by-streets and draw sweet music from a tin coffee-pot. This quaint instru ment was pierced with holes, the mu sician blew into the spout, and skilful ly governed the "vertages" with his finger. Another, of wild aspect and gabbling speech, relied upon a murb simpler music. He carried a crazy German concertina, which he did not play, and probably could not. What he did do was to pull it steadily in and out, and produce a horrid hee-haw, until he was paid to go away. Tliis blackmail, for it was little else, he re ceived with the stolid complacency of a deserving man. Xo bagpipes ever harrassed a street more effectually. An entirely different entertainment was and possibly is still supplied by a stout man of dignified presence. He would walk solemnly into a restaurant or bar, and would stop suddenly before any knot of three or four peo ple he might happen to see. When they turned their eyes upon him, as they naturally would do, lie proceeded, with great gravity, to unbutton his waistcoat. The result of this was the disclosure of an enormous beard some two feet in length, the lower part of which was kept inside the waistcoat when not required for professional purposes. He would then, after re ceiving any comments with perfect silence, button up his waistcoat, and hold out his hat. His whole demeanor seemed to say, "This truly magnificent beard speaks for itself; no words of mine can add to its beauty, and if you haven't sense enough to appreciate it, and to .drop a copper in the owner's hat, words would be wasted on you " ( London Globe.