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1 TS^ Sn THANKSGIVING. By Edward S. Hopkins, "For in the days of old there were songs of praise and thanksgiving."Neh. xii., 46. iThe things 'at we all dream about, an* what we do an' say, Is apt to rhyme wiJn turkey dinner on Thanksgiving day For recolleetin' way fur back, as fur as we can think, The most 'at interested us wuz what we had to drink, An' ever since we cleaned the plates an' scraped the sugar bowl, It's always somethin' good to eat 'at sat isfies the soul An' you kin bet your bottom dollar all the preachers say Won't entertain us like our diuners on Thauksgivin' day. An' yit, Thanksgivin' don't seem quite like what it ust to be. It's got more turkey stulfin' in, 'at ain't thanksgibiany, Them "days of old" wuz sole'mner 'an these, when we wuz young, An' we wuz s'posed to go to meetin', an' psalm tunes wuz sung, An' we wuz 'lowed to go up front an' sing 'em in the choir 'Longside o' her whose singin' ust to draw the angels nigher An' preachin' lasted twict as long, an' we wuz drawed so near To Heaven, 'at Thanksgivin' day would last most all the year. Of course we had cranberry sauce, roast turkey, punkin pies But them wuz only episodes, an' eatin' 'cm likewise. The main thing wuz the fambly chat, a noisy catarac', .With the young folks lookin' forards an' the old folks lookin' back. O, them wuz good old-fashioned times, we hanker for 'em still, With eyes a gittin' dim and misty, like old peoples' will. Yit, spite o' reminiscences, when we're a gittin' gray The's lots o' blessin's floatin' round us on Thanksgivin' day. FAIEY'S THAMFGIVIM. Iler real name was Madeline, but dur ing babyhood she had been so delicate and small that the nickname Fairy had been given her and now that she had grown a plump, rosy miss of seven, it still clung, though laughably inap propriate. It was just the day before Thanks giving that papa and mamma were summoned out of town by a telegram, to see the former's brother, who was very ill. "Now, Fairy, you must mind Jane while we are gone," was mamma's parting injunction, and the child prom ised, rather dejectedly, though, for the prospect of a Thanksgiving feast with only Jane and Mollie, the servants, in the house, was not particularly pleas ing. Before daylight the next morning the door bell rang violently, and a messen ger bade Jane come down quickly as her sister was dying. Of course, Fairy knew nothing of this until Mollie came to dress her. At first she cried then she brightened up and announced that she should give a party. Now, Mollie was only a foolish young colored girl, and new to the place, so she fell in with the idea at once. The sun was scarcely up e'er Fairy ordered Mollie to put her blue velvet cloak and cap on her, as she must go out and give her ''invitashuns." Mollie complied, taking ^the precaution, however, to accompany tier on her rounds. "First, I'll 'vite Mikie Flynn, for he's 'bout the genteelest boy I know then there's Biddie and Pat Patsie, 'nd Aune Dollie Crow, 'nd Mabel St. John, 'nt Haroldine Vincentguess that'll bd many as we can 'commodate," the young lady remarked as she trudged along beside the dusky attendant. The invitations were all promptly ac cepted, and the hour set for dinner, 11 o'clock. Fairy could not wait until -4ater besides, as Mollie suggested, *'Jane or some of 'em might come "home." The little Patsies, a coal heav er's children, whose acquaintance Fairy had surreptitiously made through a break in the garden fence, timidly knocked at the basement door at quar ter of 10. "Gome right into the parlor, do," Fairy said, hospitably, in imitation of some of the mamma's speeches of wel come. Pretty soon the "genteel boy," lame Mikie, the washerwoman's son, arrived then Aunt Dollie, colored and rheumatic, to whom Fairy had some times been sent with delicacies, and, lastly, Mabel and Haroldine, her two most aristocratic playmates. All went well until the last two ar rivals, and Fairy, dressed in a neat blue embroidered flannel, had felt "beauti fully," as she remarked to AuntrDollie when the latter inquired afte nor health, but when Mabel St. John's black eyes fell upon the company there was a change. "Fairy Anderson, what does this mean?" she cried. "What mean?" "Why this, this corap'ny! You didn't 'vite them I hope 'long with me and Haroldine Vincent?'' "Course I did, they're my friends," said Fairy stoutly, but her spirits sank. "Well, indeed! I'm s'prised, and mamma would not have let me come had she known. Why, these folks are awfully poor andandand common Fairy looked ready to cry, and the offending guests were frowning when peace-loving Haroldine came to the res cue. "I think they are all nice, and I guess we can have a good time if we try." Presently Mollie announced dinner, and in time they are seated about a "strangely and wondrously" gotten up feast The cloth sweeps the floor at one end of the table, barely covering it at the other there is a turkey half cooked potatoes baked black cran berry sauce in a finger bowl pickles in a soup tureen bread in a gravy boat pie in a china tea plate, and butter on a meat platter. The coffee is muddy and served in tiny china tea cups, and so on through the list. Mollie had risen no higher than paring potatoes and washing dishes in the kitchen until to day. It so happened that Pat Patbie sat down by Mabel St. John, whereupon the Utter turned up her aristocratic nose and gathered her skirts together that they might not touch his soiled home-spun. Firing instantly, the young Irishman spat upon her adored pink surah. With anything but a lady-like Shriek, she sprang up and caught him by the hair, jerking it with a will. Here Fairy, Haroldine and Aunt Dolly interfered, and a semblance of quiet (was restored. Haroldine sat by'Mikey Flinn, and .was so kind to the poor little fellow that ho, at least, enjoyed himself. Aunt Dolly launched into a funny story aft-r i-vhilo. at which every one laugh- ed but Mabel, and eveu. she was smil ing a little, when the door opened and Mamma Anderson's surprised, incredu lous face was gazing in upon them. "Why, Fairy," she began, then hesi tated. "You see, mamma, Jane's sister is dyin' 'nd it seemed awful lonesome for Mollie 'nd me 'lone here on Thanks givensoso I 'vited a few friends" there the sight of Mabel's curling lip caused her to stop, and light suddenly drawing on Mrs. Anderson's mind. She briefly remarked: "Your friends are welcome," and retreated to the hallway to hide her smiles. By this time Fairy was sick of her venture it had lost all its charm, there fore, rising from the table, she point edly suggested that it was getting late. Every one was through but Pat Patsie, whose appetite seemed limitless "I guess I'll be agoin'," said Aunt Dollie. "Me, too," added Mikie Flynn. Without a word Mabel shook out her bright plumage and sat down by a win dow. Part of the guests were gone when Pat Tatsie at last tore himself from the table, and, taking Biddy by the hand, anuounced that he had had a "buncomb" time, and departed, making a grimace at Mabel as she watched him from the window "I shouldn't have come if I'd s'posed she'd 'vite such people," sniffed Mabel, as she buttoned on the jacket of her silk plush. "Deed, I've enjoyed it," said Harol dine, "and I guess this is the kind of party the Bible says to have." "The Bible?" echoed Mabel, "what a simpleton! the Bible don't tell about parties at all." "Yes, it does it says when anybody makes a party to 'vite the poor, lame and halt I know, 'cause I learned the verses last Sunday." "Humph! guess it don't say anything about the like of Pat Patsie." "Course it didn't mention him right out, but he's poor." Alons at last with her mother, Fairy threw herself wearily into a chair, ex claiming: "Well, I'm just tired to death, and I'll never give another din ner party, I don't care what folks say." Mrs. Anderson smiled, remembering to have made the same remark herself not long since. Of course she had a talk with Fairy later in which she made her understand that she and Mol lie had done wrong to attempt any thing of the sort on their own responsi bility. Also, that after inviting her humble friends, it would have been wiser to have omitted Mabel and Hai oldine. NO SIGN OF POOR WORK. A Publisher'* Rejection of Manu script Often the Exact Opposite. If a man wanted to be cynical he might easily be led to the statemeat that to have a manuscript refused by i\ publisher is becoming to be a sure indication that it has merit. And ac cording to the Pi iladelphia Times lat tci-day experien es would, in a meas ure, give color to such a belief. The author of "The Heavenly Twins" is the latest author to acknowledge that her book was refused by every pub lishing house of in portacce in London She sent it from one to another until the manus3ript became so soiled that she was compelled to recopy it. Only last winter was she able to find a pub lisher daring enough to issue it. Now that the book has sold over 60,000 copies all the publishers are bidding for Mme. Grand's next novel. Kud ynrd Kipling recently told the same story of his "Soldiers Three," which no publisher would undertake. Five publishing houses turned Conan Doyle away with his "Micah Clarke," although now one of those self-same publishers pays Doyle the highest copyrights On his books. Clarke ltussell recently said in print, too, that he could not induce either an editor or publisher to look at his "Wreck of the Grrosvenor," which made his fame six months after it was published. Rider Haggard's "Dawn" also went the rounds of the publishing world. Robert Lotus Stevenson could not get a hearing at first, and now wreaks his vengeance on the three houses which refused him by never allowing them to have a book by him on their lists. Walt Whitman told me of the refusals of his "Leaves of Grass" by the publishers. Prof. John Bach McMaster's "History" was refused by three New York houses. Mrs. Stan nard's "Booties' Baby," indorsed even by John Ruskin, was rejected by six editors. Richard Harding Davis' short stories were sent back by three newspa per editors. Justin McCarthy printed his first book himself because no pub lisher would do it for him. And so it goes, and one might prolong the list with similar instances of Longfellow and Browning, who both printed their first books of verse of Mr. Howells, of Austey's "Vic=5 Versa," of Jerome K. Jerome, whose "Idle Thoughts" was pronounced "rubbish" by a leading En glish publisher, although 125,000 copies of it have now been sold. Badly Frightened. Innumerable experiences prove that all "ghost stories" have a rational ex plaration, and that some natural cause can be found for any seemingly super natural occurrence. Sometimes it re quires great coolness and self-posses sion to remember this, but the effort to do so is worth making, for it may save life or reason. A striking illustra tion of this was the tragic experience of a Dutch painter, named Penteman, who lived in the eighteenth century. Tenteman had a commission which required the portrayal of skeletons, death- heads, and other objects intend ed to inspire contempt for the frivoli ties and vanities of the time. In order to have models before him he painted his picture in an anatomical museum. One day he had been sketch ing the ghastly objects which surround ed him, when he fell asleep. Suddenly he was awakened by an extraordinary noise. He was horrified to see all the death's heads nodding and grimmacing, and the skeletons dancing about, and waving their fieshless arms madly in the air. Penteman fled from the frightful scene, and escaped into the street. He was picked up unconscious and half dead with fright. As soon as he was rational, it was explained to him that there had been an earthquake, and that that had caused the commotion among the anatomical specimens, but the shock had been too severe, he died in a few days. TOBWAY'S TWO WBTTERS. PERSONALITY AND HOME L.IFB OF IBSEN AND UJORNSON. ^m Ibsen Is Tidy and Precise In Every Particular, While Bjornson Is Ex actly the OppositeTheir Relation ship. The two great writers of Norway, Ibsen and Bjomson, have recently been united even more clcsely by a tie of consanguinity in short they are the grandfathers of the same child. The youngster's father is Sigurd Ibsen and its mother Bjornson's eldest daughter. Mrs. Alee Tweedie has an interesting article in Temple Bar upon the two great Scandinavians, Ibsen and Bjorn soh. In the early months of the pres ent year Mrs. Tweedie called upon lb sen at his own house in Christiana, and interviewed him there. She says: "The doctor is a small man, thick set one might almost say stout in build. His head is splendid. The long white hair is a tangled mass of glistening locks. It is brushed straight up from an unusually high forehead and stands out as a sort of frame to the face in deed, the face is completely framed by Henrlk Ibsen. white hair, for Ibsen wears whiskers and a beard under the chin, the chin itself and upper lip being clean shaven. By this arrangenment the mouth is clearly visibleand it is a very curious mouth. The upper lip is short and the mouth is so thin and decided that the top lip hardly shows at all. The mouth is veiy determined, with a pleasant smile when talking. He always wears glasses, and whether from their use or from short-sightedness the eyes themselves are somewhat sunken and much hidden by the shaggy eyebrows. It is a keen face, not actually hand some, but impressive, and denotes pow er and penetration." She adds that he wore a complete suit of shiny black, with a double breasted top coat, some of the buttons of which were the worse for wear. His tie was of white satin. In manner he is very quiet and reserved, speak ing German very slowly and deliberate ly. He is of German descent and very sympathetic with Germans, although he tninks Norway the most lovely country in the world His Mode of Work. Mrs. Tweedie says that Ibsen is al most as neat and as faddy as an old maid. Everything was in its place, and all the MSS. were fastened up in clastic bands. He is always punctual to a second writes a clear, neat hand, walks and moves slowly, and is never in a hurry. He takes some two years to write a play, and he writes it out so often that, when it is finished, not a line of the original often remains. He is absolutely uninfluenced by the bustle and turmoil that he sees all around about him. As to his habits, Ibsen says, that he was getting lazy, and did not read nuch. He looked over the pa pers every day, and read a book now and then. By the side of the ink pot. on the table on which he A A rites his book, there stands a little tray, and on that tray one of the si^all carved wooden bears so common in Switzerland. Be side it was a little black devil, holding a match, and two or three httle cats and rabbits in copper, one of the for mer of -which was playing a violin. Mrs. Tweedie asked Ibsen what was the meaning of the strange group. He replied: never write a single line of any of my dramas without having that iray and its oecupants before me Bjoi-nstjcrnc Bjornson. on the table. I tould not write with out them. It may seem strangeper haps it is but I canuot write withemt them,' he repealed 'but why I usi them is my own secret,' and he laughed quietly." His writing room is bare and very unorctentious. The 'drawing room and dining room are covered with pictures, which he carries about with him wher ever he goes. Mrs. Tweedie says what is surely an exaggerationthat Ibs has probably made more money with lite pen than any other writer. Jl.stn noAV lives very quietly, taking no pait in politics. After his morning walk is done, he takes a little walk before dinner. After dinner, which is it he strollq down to tho hotel, where he sits down to coffee or boor, and reads the newspapers for an hour or two. Bjornstjerne Bjomson. Followmg is Mrs. Tweedie's descrip tion of Bjomstjeme Bjornson: "Bjom son is a big man of powerful build. His well knit form denoles great phys ical strength, and his splendid head sig nifies great mental power. The face is curiously round, and the high chek bom-s and massive jaw have a peculiar ly Northern air. From his broad brow wears his hair brushed straight up. 'T'le ban is now almost whire, although it was red in its youth, and he still has great quantities of it. As lie moves his head ha his emphatic speech, the massive mane of hair moves and shakes and reminds one of a shaggy lion. His face is clean shaven, except for a small pair qf reddish whiskers. He is a fine looking man with his burly rmild and keen, piercing blue eyes. He is very short-sighted, and is never seen without spectacles. He has a very determined thin mouth, with a kindly smile, very characteristic of the man, who is stern and grave and very tender hearted. "Bjornson is devoted to music al though no performer himself, he is pas sionately fond of listening." Of his method of working Mrs. Twee die gives the following account: "When the household is settled and things have assumed the usual routine, Bjornson writes all the morning until 2 o'clock, at which hour the family dines, and after that he considers the chief part of his day's Avork is done. He is not at all methodical and tidy like Ibsen but then he has not so much time on his hands his whole life is a rush from morn till night "Bjornson always likes to be alone when he is writing, and in each of his little country seats he ha-* his own writing room and a large plain table. He tliinks out all his scenes and situa tions, and even decides upon the conver sations of his characters before he puts pen to paper, and during all his planning and arranging of his chapters he always walks about. Up and down, backward and forward he trudges, mut tering to himself but when he has once decided on chapter and verse, he sits dowi: and dashes it off with great rapidity, resulting in soifte veiy untidy and illegible MS., about which some very curious stories are told. But for his wife, the printer would probably never decipher what he writes but Fru Bjornson copies nearly everything for her husband, then he corrects and alters it, and she eopies it over again before it goes to press. She is of the greatest assistance to him in this way." WHITE WINES NOW IN STYLE. And Frencli Wine Growers Up In Arms About It. My attention was recently called vt the fact that white wine has almost entirely superceded the red juice of the grape in popular favor, especially as regards my own sexT says the Paris correspondent of Vogue. This is a great change. Until a short time ago it was a com mon notion here that the habit of drinking white wine was detrimental to the nerves, and those who made ha bitual use of it were expected to de velop the properties of an aspen leaf in a gale! But during the last few months our doctors have with really remarkable unanimity been recommending their patients, especially ladies, to drink white wine Instead of red. This has been quite sufficient to cause the belief to spread that red wine is more or less poisonous, and the re sult has been that the consumption of the latter has diminished to a degree altogether alarming to the winegrowers of France, who, from time immemor ial, have almost exclusively cultivated the red grape. The "vignerons" are up in arms against the doctors and have announc ed their decision that, in the event of the movement in favor of white wines gaining strength, they will make white Avine from red grapes. This can be managed by leaving the juice to fer ment apart from the skins and stalks. It is thus that champagne is made. The grapes are red, and although the wines appears to be white it is not really so in the same sense that the Avoid is applied to Chablis and Sauter ine. Life Rafts for Vessels. The recent disastrous accidents at sea, and more especially the sinking of H. M. S. Victoria, have had the effect of causing renewed activity among the manufacturers of life-saving devices. Of these the most important is a raft of novel construction, composed of steel in cellular compartments, capable of resisting any amount of rough usage. Even if the air chambers be damaged, there Avill be sufficient floating power to support a number of persons the surplus buoyancy being so great that it Avould be impossible to swamp or overturn the raft, even Avhen it is crowded. The invention is especially adapted for the landing of troops, horses, guns, cargoes, etc., and the rafts can be fitted for use on any ves sel. Another contrivance which, in the opinion of naval experts, would obviate much of the loss of life Avhich now yeaily takes place at sea, is a commo dious construction intended to take the place of a captain's bridge. It runs nearly, the whole length of the ship, and in case of accident two men, one at each end, by moving a lever could cause the whole construction to glide into the wat.r where it would consti tute a completely fitted raft, equal to the reception of almost any number of passengers, and ready for use. Should, however, a calamity occur in Avhich there was no time to loosen the raft, the construction with all the passen gers in it, would float off easily as the vessel went down.Pittsburg Dispatch. A Curiosity In Public Houses. A little public Louse, in which the landlord and his customers have a cu rious experience, stands on the bound ary line dividing the townships of Dar wen and Oswaldtwistle, Lancashire. The boundary line runs directly through the center of the hostelry, and as there are public rooms on either side of the passage, tAvo licenses are nec essary." The publican is compelled to close the Darwen s*de of the house at 10 o'clock eveiy night, according to the condition of his license, but the Os waldtwistle license allows him to keep his door open until 11 o'clock. In order not to lay himself open to a prosecu tion by Darwen, therefore, the land lord, Avhen the clock chimes 10, com pels his customers to rerrove from the Darwen to the Oswaldtwistle side of the house, and shuts the doors of the early-closing portion. It is stated by the landlord trai he qualifies himself for voting in both townships by fixing his bed directly OA-er .no boundary line, -Tit B.J-3. "Jim Smithent Explained it to Smiley." And what_ should we see but the feathers that bird we had eaten had worn Ah, well had it been for the Briton were his mother and father ne'er born! Jim Smithers explained it to Smiley, that while it was painful to do, We felt it our duty to hang him, and that when the swinging Avas through We'd see that his body was planted, hed covered us all with disgrace, And unless he was hung we could never again look a man in the face. He acted the man that we thought him, and lent us his clothesline and said He hoped that we would all forgive him and speak of him kindlywhen dead. The crime he committed? Well, stranger, I guess I may tell it to you The turkey he fed us was buzzard. W hung him what else could we do? Walt Mason- AN ENGLISHMAN'S TURKEY. yriWTEARS WON THE CASfi." Thrilling Tale of a Fatal Thanks giving Error. Smiley? You're looking for Smiley? Well, pardner, that strikes me as strange, fcay, where do you live that you didn't know Smiley's gone over the range? He departe this life last November, on A iS?.ev,end in of Thanksgiving day, And his farm is a range for the rattlers, his dugout has gone to decay. Poor Smiley! You see, he was British a nob right from London, I s'pose tie used to go round wearing glasses and loud and excitable clothes And that land he owned he pre-empted and farmed it in glittering style,s The mem'ry of which sort oT lar make me dissolve in a vast, shoreless smile, One day all the boye were a-sitting and talking in Higgin's store, Andsomehow the argument drifted to Thanksgiving dinners of yore. We each our lies about turkeys a* atold the site of a town And Smiley, he sat there and listened, and swallowed the anecdotes down. It seems that in England the" turkey is scarce as the horns of a dog The bird wasn't built for a country that's xn?de up of rainfall and fog 'We Gave a Verbal Description." So Smiley was overly anxious to know how a turkey might look, And we gave him a verbal description as clear as you'd find in a book. Then what did he do but invite us to dinner on Thanksgiving day "The torkey I'll have," he assured us, "and cooked in the old-fashioned way. You tell me wild turkeys are met with sometimes in the woods about here? All right I'm a prince with the rifle. Re member, don't fail to appear." Time passed, and it soon was November the morning of Thanksgiving came We hadn't forgotten the turkey, and started to tackle the same We soon reached the Englishman's dug out, and Smiley was there with his feast His face was all lighted with pleasure as rosy as dawn in the east "I killed ita beautiful turkey," he cried, and as plump as a grouse I cooked it, and warrant the cooking I was chef in a nobleman's house Sit down to the feast, though it's early give thanks for the luck I have had This Thanksgiving day is a feature that England should copy, egad!" Well, stranger, we ate and we wondered that bird had a taste that was strange We'd eaten tame turkeys so often a wild one went queer as a change. The dinner was lengthy, I reckon it took us two hours to get done, And then we went out of the dugout to loaf for a while in the sun, Only a Question of Time. Mr. Bingo (viewing the table)My dear, where did you get all these fine things for Thanksgiving? Mrs. BingoYou'll know when the bills come in. Toughening Up for Thanksgiving1. TurkeyHit harder, boys. Remem ber, I'm going to a boarding-house.-* Life. i A Farewell IiUnch. ^N,/* Skyhigh (in restaurant)What's that you're eating, Algymushrooms? AlgyYes. Mabel has refusedy me, All is over. ...It's the latest way. -*V5M' Thy Were a Woman's. Bat the Law yer Won a Wife. It is strange story to come from the court room. One of the ex-judges Atlanta tells the story. The real names of the parties ara not given, for the hero and heroine are living hi Atlanta today, surrounded by many interesting and bright children. Some years ago a very important case* was being tried in the superior courts The title to some valuable property was being tested, and any thousand dollars was being involved. One of the- lawyers engaged in the case was middle-aged man a bachelorwho was regarded as one of the best attor neys at the bar. The case had pro gressed up to a certain point where the bachelor lawyerwe will call him Mr. Jonesielt certain that he had the case won. Even his opponents^ showed that their case was Aveakening. But there wason more witness to be examined. Upon this witnesses' testimony it was expected to rum the tide and change the complexion of the case. After a^ few moments of conference the oppo nents of Mr. Jones called to the sheriff. "Let Miss come in." A little later there Avas the' rustling of a woman's skirts, and the witness took the stand. Mr. Jones leaned for ward when the first question was asked, and he looked at the woman in the chair. He leaned further for ward and opened his eyes a httle wider. There sat the loveliest vision of sweet, pure womanhood his eyes had ever be held. Even the judge, he says so him self, and to forget the case for a few moments as he gazed at the beauti ful woman. The jury and everybody! else in the court room kept their eyes on the enchanting picture. Buk the bachelor did morehe feasted his eyes upon the loveliness before him. The examination went on. In a low voice, as sweet as enchanting music to Mr. Jones the lady witness gave her testimony. What she said helped Mr. Jones' opponent wonderfully but a lit tle shrewd cross-questioning would have upset it. Mr. Jones, as a force ofr habit, thought of this as he sat there dazed. "The witness is with you." Mr. Jones heard the words. As he listened at the direct examination he had become angry because this beauti ful witness was not his instead of be longing to the opposite side. But he must do his duty to his client. Besides, so much devolved on the case. He would turn his eyes away and ask the necessary questions. He would He rises to his feet, and in spite of him self his eyes meet the beautiful blue eyes for the first time, andthere were tears in them. She was frightened. "You may come down." Mr. Jones spoke the words. He made a fine speech when it came time to make his argument. And he lost the case. "If it hadn't been for that lady wit- ness," said the judge, "or if Mr Jones had not failed to cross-question her, he would have won the case. That was my opinion at the time." "And the sequel?" he was asked "Oh, it Avas a case of loA'e at first sight, on the part of Mr. Jones. He lost no time in making the lady's ac quaintance, and she married him. I am told that there never was a couple married in Atlanta that loved each oth er more devotedly."Atlanta Journal. The Dream of Color Photography. We have constantly deplored the tvant of reliable information regarding Lippmann's process of obtaining color photographs and the recent modifica tions and improvements of Valenta, Lumiere and others. The process has been giA-en and the results shown be fore the recent photographic congress of the Photographic Society of Great Britain Mr. Warnekc describes the process as follows: TAVO years a?o Mr. Lippmann suc ceeded in producing an image of the solar spectrum in its true colors. This was done by a gelatine-bromide plate, so Aveak in its composition as to be al most transparent. The sensitiveness of the plate was increased by immer sion in a bath of silver nitrate, and dried. The plate Avas inserted in the camera, glass side toward the lens, and the film in contact Avith mercury. The projected rays of light were thus met by the rays reflected by the mercury, and the phenomena of interference upon which the whole process is based was produced. Six examples were shown from nature and one from a chromo-litho graph, reflected on a screen by means of a beam of electric light, and caused considerable sensation. Although the red was defective, the colors Avere, without doubt, very similar to the natural ones. Taken as a discovery, this is one of the most important of the nineteenth century, but there must be many im provements made before it can be of any practical utility. The exposure, al though now reduced to four hours, is so long as to make it impossible to photograph but feAv subjects. Then, again, if Ave desire to hang such pic tures in our room, it would be neces sary to have a special lighting arrange ment to see them by. Now that the process has been made public, improvements should follow rapidly, and it is not utterly impossible that the wild dream of the photog rapher, since the days of Niepee, will be realized, and we shall be able to photograph, with all the transcendent beauties of color effect, the glorious srntet, the rainbow and harmonious nature herself. Wot Pleased, Dr. Boyd, known as "the Country Parson," says in one of his essays that in many Scotch churches the prayers were "the preleeminaries," listened to, but not joined in. He tells an amusing story of the mag istrates of a town Avho were forced to listen to, a prayer in which they could not join. Mr. Smith was preaching at Drum sleekie. In the concluding prayer he suddenly remembered that he had not prayed for the magistrates, sitting in then- official robes before him. So he put the prayer, just Avhcre he A\r Hi fi --*i 1/ as "Have mercy upon all fools and idiots, and especially upon the magis trates of Drumsleekie." He meant no evil, but \he magistrates Avere nat^lea^ed.