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AUTUMN HAYS. 5J"r4 U1*fl To-day, across her pensive face SmA nature draw* a veil of mlttJ Aa if to hide the palid cheeks And whiten'd lips that Death haa Mss'd And Summer Ilea with folded hands Her happy, sunnjj tasks are done The paths e.he trod are sere and brown The leaves are dead her fair hands hung. The aun looks like a golden moon His strength wanes with the waning year, A mournful whisper in the air Doth tell us of the dark days near. O saddest days of all the days, You do beget a thoughtful mood The leatless trees, the barren fields. Teach lessons eas'ly understood. But, as I gaze upon the scene, Bjhold! the golden butterflies Risa from the stubble, bare and brown, And seem to pierce the misty skies. And so I hope, when comes to us The dreary Autumn-time of life, When from our souls the chains are loos'd, So may we soar from toll and strife. When death doth kiss our palid lips, May we e'en like the butterflies, Find wings on which to soar from Earth, Until, like them we reatth the Skies. i^i SPECTER ON HORSEBACK. The Fiery Torek that Startles a Westchester Valley, Mew York Mercury. The descendants of the ancient Dutch settlers of Sleepy Hollow are exercised over the pranks of a modern "Hessian horseman," whose mysterious vagaries are not unworthy the hero of Mr. Knick erbocker's chronicle. This sequestered valley begins at the intersection ot the Crohm Aqueduct with the Bedford road, in noith Tarrytowu, and extends north erly about two or three miles. Its very heart lies between the southern extremity of the valley and an ancient mill pond, from which ice is collected in winter. The highway between these two points is very undulating, but not hilly, and in length about one and a quarter miles. A few weeks since, between nine and ten o'clock on a very dark night, the clatter of hoofs was heard along the val ley road from the south. The few who peered through the windows expecting to see a runaway horse, caught a glimpse of what seemed to be A BLAZING HAND OF FIRE, Borne by an undefined figure on horse back, which went flashing past with the speed of a locomotive and eventually dis appeared in the diiection of Hart's ice pond. After a brief interval the clatter of hoofs was ouce more heard, and as the thunder echoes rolled among the hills the flaming light burst again into view, and the apparition swept by into the darkness with the same speed" as before. Those favored with the best advantages of eye-sigbt and position say that the gob lin or horsewas of remarkable speed, and in no respect bore resemblance to the hu man form. What seemed shoulders it had, but uo head, except that a hideous fece rested on its front, orif the figure had been that of a manin the place where the chest ought to be. Fiom the supposed shoulders streamed a low mass ot shagginess like to the TERRIBLE MANE OFA BUFFALO BULL. Then out of and above this spectral figure rose a burning torch, which cast a lurid glare on surrounding objects and left be hind it an odor generally thought to savor of sulphur, but by a few to smell something liKe kerosene. Nearly a week had passed by before the mounted appa rition put in an appearance. The subiect begau to be even a little stale among the honest burgres of the Hollow, when sud denlyone evening, about the same hour as before, he came again on the scene. This time he advanced from the direction of the ice-pond, and on reaching the house of Mrs. William Karl he wheeled at a short angle, cleared the front picket fence at a bound, SHOT AROUND THE HOUSE. And back into the highway again, and out of sight before the family, who were sitting on the perch, could recover their senses. On this occasion the goblin con tinued to swerve from thestraight, metero ic course of his first visit, and swept down the valley in a zig-zag direction, through barn-yards, gardens and pickle patches, regardless alike of the dismay occasioned on all sides among the people and poul try. Mr. George S. Rice is a farmer who re sides about a mile distant from the main road, on the westerly side of the valley. His dwelling is embowered in trees, prin cipa'ly evergreens, so that the view is much obstructed on all sides. On this special evening his family and some friends were sitting on the front porch, engaged in conversation, when the HEAD LTGHT OF THE SPECTRAL HORSEMAN Flashed on their astonished vision, as his steed skipped over a side gate and thun dered across one end of the piazza, taking the airection of the barn-yard, where he put to flight a herd of kine, and then go ing over a six foot gate was soon out of sight Mr. Rice's man Patrick was in the act of milking a cow, and in the tumult which followed he was stretched prone on his back. Partially recovering his senses, and grasping his milking-pail convul sively, he fled into the barn, under the impression that he ought to run some where, and was soon afterward found by Mr. Rice reclining on the hay, much shaken bodily and mentally. "Wnat did it look like?" asked Mr. Rice. "The loikes of it, is it?" asked Pat. -*Bedaci, I reckoned me time had ccme. Whin that big lanthern went whizzin' through the yard I thought a mateor had *ell in among the cattle, sure. I was milkin' the red-faced cow just then, and the poor craythur was so bediviled she pint me sprawlln', and the full ot the pail was scatthered all over me. But. be the powers! it did lape the fincesnately,"ad ded Pat. And so it went for two weeks longer. On some dark night the prankish rider would perhaps be discovered careering through Isaac Mead's or some other coin field, to the great detriment of the roast ing ears and after vaulting easily over a a pig sty or hennery and a half-dozen ex tra high gates, leave, as usual, for parts unknown. Such a provoking, as well as mysterious ghost was hardly ever known, and so thought the slightly terrifieda exasperated farmers, whof and a8. last confer- 8T move U8UalI EHovwf f ever, an agreement having been reached, the boldest spirits of the valley met ev ery night in the Tchabod Crane school house, when they lnrked in the darkness, well-armed with hay forks, which they judged to be the most effective wea|K for the event in hand. The plan was to watch for the torch, and as it drew near tbe party were to rush out, frieze the horse's bridle or form a cordon around him, and thus find out what THIS TERRIBLE SPHINX WAS LIKE. After a few nights' watching the headless horseman was described bearing down upon the school-house with slackened speed, as if to fall mora easily into the trap set for him. The determined band instantly darted out, formed a line across the road and firmly clasped hands. They had scarcely taken position when the demon horseman seemed to rise in bis stirrups swing his torch rapidly in the air and put spurs in his steed. In two bounds the powerful animal reached the serried array of pitchforks, vaulted high over their points and vanished in the sur rounding gloom. As he went over the specter hurled ins blazing torch full at the heads of his now terrified opponents, with bird shot on his retreating form. More amazed than ever, the discomfited party separated for the night, steadfastly resolving to fight it out on that or some other line, if it took all summer. But happily since then nothing has been heard of the headlesa horseman, through the Hollowites en masse are prepared to give him a warm reception. Our Contributions from the Meteors. Real estate owners will not build up any hopes of an increase of their p:operty from moteoric contributions, after vead ing the views of Proctor, the astronomer, on the subject. In an article on "meteor dust,'' in the Gentlemen's Magazine, after citing abundant authority to show that such dust is constantly settling on the earth's surface, he says': "I have no doubt that the earth has, in remote past ages, received no small por tion of her present mass from the inter planetary spaces but I certainly have never maintained that the meteoric mat ter now continually falling must, in the lapse of ages accumulate in such a de gree as materially to contribute to the matter of the earth's crust. I do not be lieve that in the lapse of ages, using that expression to signify many thousands of years, the hundrdeth part of an inch can be added in this way to tne earth'6 di ameter. I do not think that in a thou sand millions of years the earth's diameter can be increased a single foot in this way. (And certainly such an increase can hard ly be properly described as a material contribution to the thickness of the earth's crust.) For, as I have already mentioned taking the high( st estimate of the number of meteors of all orders which fall yearly upon the earthor rather, which enter her atmosphereand the greatest average weight which can be attributed to each, it is certain that not more than one ounce of matter is added to each square mile of the earth's surface per annum. Now, in a square mile there are (nearly enough) about 1,500,000 square yards. So that even if the supply of me teoric matter showed no signs of*exhaus tion during the next few millions of years, not more than a pound's weight of mat ter would be added to the earth surface in the course of the next twenty-four millions of years, or roughly about three stone' weight to each square yard in the course of a thousand million of years. Now, this amount of matter spread over a square yard would form a layer ot very small thickness, even if the greater part of the matter were no denser than pumice stone. If of the density of water, 42 pounds of such matter would have a vol ume equal to that enclosed within a four gallon vessel. Or the matter may be put thus: A cubic foot of water weighs as nearly as possible 1,000 ounces, and as here are only 672 ounces in 42 pounds, it follows that a vessel of water eight inches deep by one square foot in hori zontal cross-section, would be as nearly as possible equal in weight to the maxi mum quantity of meteoric matter falling on a square yard of the earth's surface in a thousand million of years. Now,.there are nine square feet in a square yard hence it follows that the total increment of meteoric matter in a thousand million of years, if on the average density of wa ter, would add but one inch of thickness to the crust 4 the earth, or would in crease the earth's diameter (sup posed unchanged lrom other causes), by two inches. Largest Sapphire in the World Paris Letter. I have recently been favored with the svh of one of the famous jewels of the worlda stone that has its history and its pedigree, and is celebrated in the an nals of trade and in the annals of the note gems ot Europe I have held in my hand and admired beneath the rays of the sun light the finest sapphire that is known to exist. This beautiful and well nigh priceless stone combines in a singularly perfect degrae the leading qualifications ot size, shape, color, and water. In form it is flat oval, being about two inches long by an inch and a half wide. It is cut slightly en cabochon on top and into a multitude of small facets beneath. Its hue is perfect, being a warm lustrious Marie Louise blue, not so dark as to show back beneath the gaslight, but hav ing all the velvet soltnesb and purity of tint that is required in a really fine gem of this description. Its weight is 800 carats, and it belongs to a noble and wealthy Russian family in whose posses sion it has been for the past two centu ries, and it has been placed by its owner in the hands of one of the great diamond merchants of Pans for safe keeping. One of the Rothschild family has offered for it no less sum than $300,000, but the offer has been refused. I asked the courteous gentleman in whose care it has been left as to the actual value of the stone. He told me that, being as it was, perfectly unique, no precise value could be set upon it, but that he was inclined to estimate it at some $400,000. He also showed me a string of enormons gradu ated pearls of extreme purity and fine ness (the center one was as large as a small cherry.) And he told me the neck lace belonginsurmounted to the noble Russian wa onmnnuoandnfexceptionaal. BIT limil..: _i brooch, being with lareedia-s A *u x.e igw composeH of six similar strinsrs of eoual, WnJfJ? mean--t baggin their beauty size.. The great errti Uc tae mt tormentor, and settling his status. But sapp ire was mounted to be worn a flea was boys play comparison. How- guardian informed me that the pendant monds of some twenty carats oacflJs belonging to Ihis brooch was' coin posed of a large pear-shaped sapphire weighing sixty carats, and set in diamonds. The whole collection of jewels belonging to this one family worth over* $2,000,000! "There is no such sapphire as that largest on.-," continued my informant, "even imon^ the crown jewels of Russia. I furnwhed myself two very fine ones to the Em pi ess, each weighing sixty carats, but they do not compare wi|h this mag nificent gem." The gentleman who spoke was well qualified to give an opin ion, as he is one of the few diamond merchants in the world, and is roof cover a noted expert. He it is who was recent ly sent for by the Russian government to go to St. Petersburg to make a full esti mate of the value of the crown jewels, and he furnishes whatever ornaments in pre cious stone are purchased by the mem bers of the Imperial family. ,i THE LATEST FOLLY. How Wonera Tattoo Their Lee*The Way It is Done in Philadelphia. Tbe item which was published in the London Itmes, and which was generally copied in this country, relative to the elopement of the tbe daughter of a noble man, in which occurred the sentence, "She can lie fully identified by a cross tattooed on the right leg, just below the knee," has served to call out in this coun try, from the press, a general condenina of the practice which was known to be largely indulged in by English and French women. In order to learn whether the tattooing was carried on to any great exent in this city, an item reporter made a tour of discovery, in which he was very success ful. Among the first visited was a younp- physician, who said: "The leg mark referred to in reference to the elop ing young damsel, would be a poor means ot identity in this country, for I know of a number of young ladies in this city who have their limbs decorated in a sim ilar manner. During my brief time of practice I can say that I have met with very many cases. Two young wives whom I attended recently had crosses tattooed on their limbs, and one young lady of whom I know had the initials of her favorite suitor pierced in the skin just above the ankle. A young practi tionor said he had metrwitn many cases lately. Among the most favorite devic es are serpents with their tails in their mouths, forming a ring, which are tattoo ed in just above the knee." Among the demi monde he had seen "any number of cases," He stated that most of the female tattooing was per formed at the house of the patron, by a woman whose name he did not know. He was ot the opion that tattooing would Bpread like wild-fire since that phragrsph about the young English woman had ap peared Being anxious to gain all the informa tion, possible relative to this barbaric cus tom, an item reporter started out in search of the woman referred to, who was final ly found in an unpretentious but neat house in the vicinity of 6th and Callow hill streets. A ring at the bell brought a colored servant to the door, and ascribe was invited to a seat in the parlor, while his card was taken up stairs. Five minutes afterward, a pleasant faced lady attired in plain silk, unrelieved by adornments of any kind, entered the parlor and smilingly extended her hand, the nngers ot which were black with india ink. After stating his business, the ladv, after some hesitation, consented to talk on the subject, providing her name was not published. "I have to maintain much secrecy,' said the lady, "for many ot my patrons belong to the best families/' In answer to the query whether the practice was increasing, the lady said: "A year or so ago business was dull, but now I have more than I can attend to." "I do not know how I shall describe the operation," said the lady, "for I am not very apt at such things. But if I could so arrange it that you could see the modus operandi yourself, will you pledge me secrecy in case you know oi recognize the patient?"' The scribe willingly gave his word to be mum, and he was taken into a room up stairs which adjoined the operating room, and where he could observe with out being seen. The operating room bore the appearance of a dentist's office. A large comf jrtable chair, in which an as pirant lor tattooing honors was seated, stood by the only window in the apart ment. The patient's leg was bare and exposed nearly to the knee, and from its appearance it was evident that the opera tion had been suspended when the lady came down to welcome the repoiter. Work upon it was resumed without delay, and every time the needle pierced the skin the young woman winced percepti bly, and it was evident that the opera tion was a painful one. Several times the leg was jerked back convulsively, which drew out an angry command to "keep quiet." At last the work upon the cross was completed, and the young woman de parted The next patient was a well-known leader of the demi-monde of this city, who had come to have the finis irig touches placed on an elaborate design. She laughed and chatted through tue operation, and before she left concluded to have the other leg decorated at an ear ly day As soon as she had left, the India ink artist joined the reporter, saying: "Well, I am now ready to oortinuc our interview." ReporterFrom what 1 have seen I am led to believe the operation a painful one. Am I correct? ArtistTo some it is, to others not. I have known some to faint while under going the tattooing, while others will laugh and joke thioughout the entire operation, evincing no uneasiness what ever. ReporterIs not the practice injur ious? ArtistNo, I have never heard of it being so at least. I know of one youn lady whose limb was inflamed and swoN jen for two or three days, so that it was impossible for her to use it but the swelling went down, and since then she has experienced no trouble. But 1 did not wonder at this case. ReporterWhy? ArtistShe wanted too much. She actually insisted in havine tattooed on her limb, from the knee down, no less than eight devices, including monograms, crosses, half-moons, &c. Who are your best customers? ArtistThe demi-monde. Latelythcy nave become almost crazy over it. .Stall I have quite a practice among respecta ble women. Speaking of the demi monde's craze over the matter, recalls a little incident. Last week I was called upon by one of them to tattoo the name of a well known politician on her limb, which I did. The next day another woman of the same class called for the same purpose. I remarked to her the co incidence. Turning around in the chair, she said: "If any other woman bears hjs name tattoo it on the bottom of my foot, so that I may express my contempt for him." Reporter.What are your charges. ArtistThey are arranged from $5 to $25, and for more elaborate designs as high as $50. Most of my customers, however, are of the $5 class, for which um I will tattoo crosses, monograms and circles. After declining an offer to tattoo his same on his arm, the reporter withdrew, thoroughly satisfied that the rumors of the practice of this art were not without Umm\ntioa^ Philadelphia Item. How a Woman Brought a Ship to Port Brief mention has been made of the voyage ot the ship Templar which reached San Francisco after a voyage of 825 days fiom this port, during which the persons on board had desperate contest with the yellow fever. The following particulars of the voyage are given by the San Fran cisco Ohrotnch: "When the Ternpier sailed Capatin Armstrong was accompa nied by his wife and daughter, the latter a beautiful and accomplished young lady, well known in New York. Captain Arm strong is known to "deep sea" sailors as one of the most skilful masters that ever 'skipped a ship' out of New York harbor. The attachment between father and daughtei was, in this instance, all the stronger because of the infrequency of the meeting between the bronzed sea-dog and his beautiful child. Perhaps it was the result of the affection that Miss Arm strong, who was admired in society for her bearing and accomplishments, was a skilled mathematician, and theoretically as good a navigator as her father away on the high seas. After the sailing of the already sorely sticken Templar from Rio for San Francisco, the yellow fever at tacked one-half the crew, together with Captain Armstrong, his wife and daugh ter. Most ot those of the crew attacked, and the captain's wife, died, and were hastily slipped by the frightened remaind er of the ship's compliment into the sea. Captain Armstrong, after the crisis of the fever had passed and he remained alive, lay during all the weary weeks of the funeral cruise, between life and death, and utterly unable 1o grasp the terrible situation er command what should be done. The first mate had escaped the terrible malady. He was an experienced and brave officer, but his heat failed him at last, as, with his captain helpless be low, seaman after seaman was leaded and plunged forever into the dreary waste of waters At last he gave orders that the ship should be headed for the mouth of the Rio de le Plata. "Miss Armstrong had been attacked by the dread disease, but she had lived through it, and, though still as weatc and helpless in body as her father in the ad jacent berth, her heart was stout, and she resolved that the ship commanded by her father should sail its cruise into the harbor of San Francisco. Convalescent according to medical theory, but still in fact helplessly weak in body, she gather ed from the conversation of those who attended upon her the design of the mate to reach the nearest port. She obtained her father's consent to command the ship, and uy her orders the first mate was re lieved of his command and the second mate put in his place. The second mate was also an experienced seaman, with the whole sum of education, that of being true in the time of danger, but slightly at fault in this, that after the bearings were taken he could not tell by the sec ondary and necessary calculation wheth er he was off the coast of Africa, South America, Australia, or the Farrallones. But Miss Armstrong could. She put tbe second mate in command, and in pur suance of her orders he again headed the Templar on her California course, and at high noon he took the mechanical bear ings of the vesbel, and submitted them to the girl for her calculation and com mands. "It would be an endless story how each day she figured out where the hopeless hulk lay on the merciless waste or was driven into still more merciless calms. Through the winter months, through the spring months, through the fullness of summer-time Bhe steered the ship Tem plar into the waters of San Francisco bay. Miss Armstrong is now aboard the Templar, anchored in quarantine waters oft Point Fort, and will be kept there tor some time, lest she should taint the air of San Francisco with the feared scourge." An Erratic Sympathizer. Three weeks ago Mr. Gilfillan's most amiable little wife was taken suddenly sick, and her case grew worse and more alarming so rapidly that her life was de spaired ot. One day she would be at the point ot death, and the next day Bhe would be able to sit up in bed at inter vals. She kept on in this uncertain state for some time. Last Thursday night she died, and, on the following morning, an eccentric neighbor, entitled Johnson, rang the bell, and was met by Mr. Gilfillan, who asked him into the parlor and showed him to a seat. "I am sorry," began Mr. Johnson, "to know of your amiable lady's death, but I thought I'd drop around and tell you the condition of my feelings on the sub ject. I know just the kind of a racket it is myself. When Maria died I thought I was struck with a gas bill. Maria had points. Oh I couldn't she everlastingly sling things and she died so calm and peaceiul that it was a chromo. Did Mrs. Gilfillan slide oft the hooks graceful?" "She was calm to the last." "Well, Maria wasn't she died an orig inal death she talked to the last, and af ter she flumed we inserted a tube and drew a lot of embryo lingo out of her, so she would fit into her coffin. The coffin was a size too small for her, but I got it cheap, as it was a little old-fashioned in cut, and was the last one the man bad. Are you going to fire the late into an ice box, or are you going to try the new fash aonot "I, ah, I must request JnM ,yma. i *ft. y *e. re Hlf !nply I on, shouU like to know the exact minute at which she died.H ^2:27." fl iif Good enough now don* vou think the doctor may have poisoned her?" "I never thought of that." "Well, it may not be so. In fact I am sure she.died a natural death, but it you could kick up a fuss about it, and get the matter noised around in the newspapers, it would build up the doctor's business and give you a reputaeion upon which you could lecture. I know it's kind of mean for a man to make an advertising medium of his wife's remains, but busi ness is business." I,ah "Hoop la!" shouted Mr. Johnson as he got out on the, stoop "won't you come and take a beer?" Mr. Gilfillan snid nothing, and while watching his eccentric friend the latter safd: "I have won $10 on your wife. I bet shed kerflummix before 3 a. m. Now, if there is any dispute about the record, will you back me up with 2:27? But by this sime the bereaved widower had vanished within the melancholy shades of his home. THE LOT BAB1E4. Come, my wife, put down the Bible, Lay your glasses on the book: Both of us are bent and aged Backward, let usglook.. Thise ils still the same old homestead iinr bromother, Khtyo lon ago When the hair was bright with sunshine That is now like Winter's snow. Let us talk about the babies, As we sit here all alone, Such a merry troop of yoangsters: How we lost them one by one. Jack the first of all the party. Came to us one Winter's night Jack, you said, should be a parson, Long before he saw the light. Do you see that great cathedral, Filled, the transept and the nave Here the organ grandly pealing. Watch the silken hanging wave See the priest in robes of office. With the altar at his back Would you think that gifted preacher Could be our own little Jack? Then, a girl with curly tresses Used to climb upon my knee, Like a little fairy princess, Ruling at the age of three. With the years there came a wedding How your fond heart swelled with pride. When the lord of all the country Chose your baby for his bride! Watch that stately carriage coming, And the form reclining there Would you think that brilliant lady Could be your own little Clare* Then, the last, a blue eyed youngster I can here him prattle now Such a strong and sturdy fellow, With his broad and honest brow, How he used to love his mother1" Ah! I see your trembling lip He is far off on the water, Captain of a r*yal ship. See the bronze upon his forehead, Here the voice of stern command Tlut's the boj that cluug so fondly To his motlici'o gentle hand? Ah! my wife, we've lost the babies. Ours so long, and ours alone: What are we to these great people. Stately men and women giown? Seldom do we ever see them Ye*, a bitter tear-drop starts, And WL ^it here in the lire-light, Lonely hearth and lonely hearts. All theii lives aie lull without us They'll tto long enough, one day. Ju6t to lay us in tue chuich-yard, flien tuiij'll each go on their way. Young aoi Old. MORE CHILD-WIT. A little boy was asked if he had a good memory. "No, said he, but I have a good forgeteccy." Somebody has been hunting for the "Footprints of Vanished Races." He might look in the sawdust after the close of a go-as-you please tramp match.- N 0. Picayune. A little boy once stood gazing thought fufly into the sky, and, upon his father in quiring what he was looking for, was philosophizing on "how God got him down here when he was made up the sky.'" A little boy running along caught his toe in something and fell on the pave ment "Never mind my tittle fellow it won't huit tomorrow,1 said a by stander, To which the boy replied: "Then I won't cry to-morrow." A little girl who had fallen out of the bed said at first: "It was because I slept too near the place where I got in." Then correcting herself she said: "No," it was because I slept too near the place where I fell out. A little fellow four years old, prayed thus for himself: "O Lord, bless George and make him a good boy and don't let him be naughty again, never, no never! Because you know when he is naughty he sticks to it so. A mother was teliiug her "little hope ml" among other things of tbe leopard that cannot "change its spots he, how ever, insisted to the contrary, declari ng that "when it is tired of one spot is can change to another." A teacher defines conscience as "some thing within you that tells you when yen have done wrong. "I had it once," spoke up a young towhead of six summers, "but they had to send for the doctor."Bing hempton Republican. Finally, another little fellow, who, like many children, found his boots a very troublesome part of his toilette, prayed: "O' God, bless father and mother and sister Nanny, and please make my ooots go on easy." The confidence a child has in what is said by its parents is well illustrated in the following: A little boy, disputing with his sister, argued his point in this way: "It is true, for ma says so. And it ma says so, it is so, if it ain't so. A shrewd little fellow lived with anjnn cle who barely afforded him the necessa ries of life. One day the two were omt together and saw a very thin preyhound and the man asked his nephew what made the dog so poor. "I expect," replied the boy, "he lives with his uncle." A little girl was also puzzling herself about her transference from heaven to this mundane sphere, and questioned her mother: Did God and the angels have a funeral when I came away?" "I piesume there was no funeral," said the mother "Well,1 said the child," I presume they all felt bad." A little girl found a shelless egg under the currant bushes in the garden, and in a high state of excitement brought it and showed it to her aunt. *8ee auntie." aid she, "what 1 found tinder the currant he ne^t Hi *"j*** to thTKrn^ hiuJ%??d- V* back 2 keb one day on W S"f observing the s, "ghS ^V^fi^'^^on, hah observed-*repo.pv,a va *"*y *des in a wh th hily district, was one day not long ago walKing out with her little nept.^Ta chi ot aeven. Tbey observed a strong littte pony drawing its load vigorously andqnickly up an incline. At length Harry asked: -How is it, auntie, that ponies can go faster than horses?" Then be! pausedla monwnt, and answered him selr "I think I knowthey haven't so much of themselves to carrvl" A ta'Jtative girl often annoyed her mother by making remarks about visitors that came to the house. On one occesion a gentleman, whose nose had been by some accident flattened to bis face WM expected The mother cautioned her daughter beforehand to say nothing abomt thiapecularity. Imagine her coMtema tion when the little one exclaimed in the gentleman's presence: "Mai vou told me otto say anything about Mr. Smith's nose why, he hasn't got anyl" Children wiu sometimes add to their usual prayers, petitions for something they particularly desire. A very little boy,-who lived with his aunt, had very often been told by her ot the fine time coming when he should be big enougn to go to school and carry his dinner in a little basket on his .arm. One night, when he had finished "Now I lav me down to sleep," etc., Eddie asked his aunt to teach him the "big prayer." She accordingly said "Our Father" for him, stopping very often that he might repeat. When she said "Give us this day our lai ly bread," Eddie drawled out, half asleep, "Give us 'is day, our daily bread, and a b-a-s-t-e-t, too." A little girl one day said to her moth er: "Papa calls me good, auntie calk me good, and everyone calls me good but I am not good." "I am very sorry," said the mother. "So am I," said tue child "but I have got a very naughty think." "A naughty what!" "My think is naughty inside of me." And on her mother inquiring what she meant, she said: "Why, when I could not ride yes terday, I did not cry nor anything but when you was gone I wished the carriage would turn over and the horses would run away, and everything bad. Nobody knew it but God knew it, and He can not call me good. Tell me, mamma, how can I be good inside of me?" Another friend very recently overheard the following dialogue, the speakers being her little daughter, Maggie, about four years old, and her little son, Wilfred, A and a halt. Master Wilfred had ner vously requested his sister to go with him into another room for some purpose, the room in question being at the time unoc cupied. This proposition not meeting with Miss Maggie approval as she was otherwise engaged, she promptly said: "There are no lions there^ and there are no tigers there go by yourself, Wilfred. And beside,*' she added, 4-you will not be by yourself: Jesus Christ will be there." "Will he?' queried little Wil fred and apparently satisfied he went alone on his expedition. The Keason of His Glnmness He was down on one of the East River wharves, sitting on a string piece, tan ning himself with a bit of shingle, and calmly but deliberately eating an apple. "You seem rather out of sorts, my friend,'" said an elderly man, with a Moody and Sankey smile. ''Well, yes," replied the man on the string piece, as be posed the apple on his finger and seemed buried in the contem plation of a scientific discovery I don't feel a little bad." "You Irok as though you have just arisen from a sick couch, and are trying to brace up on salt air. "I know I do I look like anything. A man approached me this morning and gave it as a candid opinion that i had played Hamlet to an empty house and was being pursued by the Sheriff. An other man thought I fallen in love with an actress already married, while a third individual said I looked like a person who had been to see an editor to tell him how his paper ought to be run. You can bet your life I'm sad. "I trust, my dear sir," continued the ppochryphal missionary more blandly than ever, "that your loving partner has no*, been jerked out of your clutches by death, the fell monster who waits on us with the regularity of a landlord." Here the tears trickled down the apple eater's cheeks, and the philantrophic friend said: "Well, I'm sorry I have opened a sensi tive wound, but will you tell me how she died?was it hty fever or- "I never was married," responded, the man on the string piece, "or I might be sadder." "Have you lost your situation?" per sistently inquired the hoary headed man "I ain't had none to lose for six months." "And that's what makes you so sad. isn't it?" "No sir, it isn't". Perhaps you voted for Tilden in 1876?" "No, I didnt but if you want to know" "By all means." "You won't go and tell anybody, will you?" "No." "You wont put ft up for the newspaper, will you?" "No, no, tell me quick I" "Well, I'll tell you. I went the other day and bought a five-dollar commuta tion ticket at a restaurant "Yes. yes, whooped the old man: "and what else?" "Well, yesterday the restaurant tailed." The old man expressed his sympathy, and passed on with a melancholy stride. A colored man was once asked why ha did not get married. "Why, you see, sah," said he, "I got an old inudder, an' I hab to do fo her, ye see, sah, an' if I don't buy her shoes an' stockiu's an* bread an' butter, she wouldn't get none. Now, if I was to get married, I would hab to buy dem tings tor my wife, an' dat would betakin' de shoes an' stockin'a an' bread an' butter right out o* my mud der*s mouf."