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_in alone in the house to-night, alld I dreami of the scenes of log ago; i liordn as ar fics that have passed from sight In i, " -drc,• ,are flitting to and fro. i a1girl again, in the old farm house And tile annaraclks sway to the opelndoor! nd my mother site in the old arm chair. Ah! only in dreams shall we see he pore. nd m1V well loved brother, a child again; is planning some childiih work of a:t. it his grave is by lay mother's own, tAnd the memory crushes my aching heart. e brothers and sisters are gathered igain, \nid we j,,in in the innocent games and glee, 11 the old house rings with the laup and song; id time and itichlanges are naughtto me. Sfilther again in the prime of life, ¶ith his brown 1l)oks clustered ha1ve his brow ich thef.' :4t of ages have silverid and thinned. ind his iace ij furrowed by sorrow now. e brothers and sisters are scattertd far, rie old house. by strangers is now called home. e grave holds its precious burdel close, tnd to-night with these memories I amn alone. -L. E. Turner, in DiTriqo Rural. AN AMUSIING COMEDY OF ERRORS l.te. de V. was very jealous, and deter lied to watcll her husband. One day he Slher he was going to Versailles, andl iln he whent out, she put on her bonnet d followed him. She kept hima in sight til heturnued into a passage which short d the way to the railroad station, where missed hitu. She stood for a few iin s in the passage looking about, and sud ily saw a man eoming,out of a glove-shop Ih a rather over-dressed lady. From a tance she made sure the man was her hus ud, and without a word of warning she e him three or tour sound boxes on the * When the gentleman turned round to front his atssailant, she perceived that she made a mistake, and at the same time caught sight of her husband, who had lenished a cigar-case at a tobacconist's was crossing the street. What could she She tainted in the arms of the stranger ose ears she had boxed-while tle other 'ran off as fast as she could to avoid dal. The stranger, who was a comme 1, was astonished to find an unknown la i his arms; and, while his ears were still ling with the blows, he was again star4 A gentleaman collared him. and shaking roughly, asked him what he meant by racing a lady in the street. "Why, she ed may ears and fainted!" screamed the ri. "She is my wite," shouted the irate and "and never would have struck without a cause." The infuriated gen en shook their fists until the lady, who been carried into a shop, recovered suf ntly to explain how it happened. TIHE STORY GOSSIPS TELL r the last day or two a rumor has been pered in society circles of a marriage is said to have taken place some weeks and has never found its way into the spapers. Those who speak of it are in rance as to the names of the contracting es, but say there is no doubt that such rriage has occurred. One gentleman found who claimed to k1now all the par ars, but refused to divulge the names of arties. He says both the lady and gen an hold high social positions in Louis -. e also states that no particulars of ftir could be obtained, as none but the host interested and one or two of their intimate friends know any thing of the er. Although the names of the parties 1 not be ascertained, the following is cCepted rumor as to the cause of the se :The parties had been engaged for a year, but poverty stood in the way of gallant lover's coming forward and ing ths loved one as his own. The ad "True love never did run smooth," was raied in their case. The gallant lover, e manfully to attain a share in this 's goods, but failures crowded thick ast upon him. At last when his manly was crushed, and melancholy had ed him for her own. he sought the pres if his adored, told her all, with a break eart, offered to release her from the en emnt. They mingled their tears to r (at least that is the supposition),when eart of the brave girl arose above the ws around them,antl she proposed a se arriage, the secret to be kept until the liaing of their cloud shall appear. Ier lover assented, and the following day they repaired to Jeffersonville in company with two or three friends, and returned man and wife. Since that happy day they have been separated, except when the fair young bride receives her husband in the parlor of her father's residence. When a third party drops in on them and spends the evening, the scene must be an ot1d one.-Cour-icr-Jour nal. A STORY OF VICTOR EMMANUEL. His Maijesty, one day, hunting in the neig'hborhood of Rome. shot at a hare at the very moment when a stout citizen, out en joying the pleasure-a of the chase, discharg ed his piece at the same object. The king claimed that he had killed the hare, and the citizen, ignorant of the person of his rival, declared in very impolite terms that he him self was the successful marksman. The re sult was a regular trial of strength for pos session of the game-a tussle which resulted in favor of the king-, who walked off with his prize, while the citizen poured upon him a perfect flood of such abuse as only an Ital ian of a certain sort has at command. At the city gate the king ordered the command ant of tihe guard to follow the angry citizen and report his iamne and residence. After a few hours the oflicer was able to say that the unmknown hunter was an honest cabinet maker of the Porta del Popodo, when the king sent one of his carriages to fetch him to the palace. Naturally the man was teribly anxious as well as full of wonder why he should be wanted at the palace, and he was not much relieved when he recognized in the king the man whom he had abused. Master Salvina,said His Majesty, and the sound of his own name from royal lips, the man trem bled in every nerve-"Master Salvina, ] have sent for you because I have found shot different from mine in the hare ; we both hit the beast. Come, we will eat the hare to gether," and thereupon the door of the din ing-room was opened, where, between two plates with appurtanauces, smoked the hare properly roasted. .......- ti- -r------ . . .. A SINGULAR PETRIFCATION. Judge E. C. Bronaught has attached to his watch-chain a little amulet or charm, which, aside from its peculiar history, is Very pretty in itself. It is nothing less than a petrified rosebud. During the Rebellion a young hephew of Judge Bronaught, while in one of the Southern States, writing home to his mother enclosed a rosebud. 'I'he let ter arrived safely and after perusal was laid aside with the rosebud in a drawer, where it remained for eight or nine months. When the drawer was overhauled and the letters again brought to light, the rosebud was discovered to be petrified. The Judge's aunt recently sent the stone to him at this place, and he placed it in the hands of ajew eler for the purpose of having it litt-d to carry on his watch-chain. The petrifaction is so verry hard that, while trying to drill a hole in it, two or three tools were broken. It is a pertect rosebud, and so well preserved that the finest fibres are to be seen. What pecu liarities of air, earth or water could have changed the tender rosebud into a hard, al most diamond-like substance in the short space of nine months it to us a mystery. Portland Oregonion. LUCK. Who is the fellow, anyhow, and what is lie? We have hunted high and low, on mountain top and in narrow vale ; in the but of the peasant and the palace of the mighty ; we have fished in deep streams and in shallow ones, guiding our scollop on the smooth surfitce of the lake, which mir rored cloudless skies, and again it was tossed on the white-capped waves of relent less ocean; we have dug deep below the earth's surface, unearthing rocks and turn ing over clayey soil, but never has Luck been encountered; by sea and by land, in our own country and in foreign ones have we chased the myth, but never to overtake him; never, even, have our eyes been glad dened by a glimpse of his form. It is worse than walking to the end of the bow of pr6m ise that one may possess that fabled pot of gold. Luck is not. It is a misnomer. There is such a thing as patient, persever ing hard work which is always crowned with success. There, too, is the eye quick to note and the hand ready to grasp opportun ities, with a mind able to turn them to prac tical account. But luck never sharpens the eye, guides the hand or stores the mind. "Just my luck !" says one who stands with his hands crowded into his pockets as the plank opportunity drifts by. "I couldn't grasp it." The true name for that man's "luck" was indolence. "Ah! he always was a 'luck' fellow!" was said, in my hearing, of another who had a well filled pocket-book. But I knew that man worked early and late, through cold and heat, sun and storm, to strike, not rock "lucky," but rock "succEss."-The American Miliner and Dressmaker. BEING PERFECTLY HONEST. It is a curious fact, says an exchauge, that if you were to determine to be perfectly hon est in your speech, and to call everything by its right name, you would go through life as uneasily as a springless wagon over a corduroy road. Suppose some one should say to y~u, ',Don't you think myssister very beautiful this evening ?" and in reply you would say exactly what you think, that she is a perfect fright, who has been trying for an hour to get some cligible young man to dance with her, and in vain, do you think you would sleep in peace at the conscious that you have told the truth ? .Or suppose some lady gives you an opportunity to ex press an opinion of her, and you tell her plainly that you think her a gossip and busybody, who is hungry for a chance to go to housekeeping with a husband who has plenty of money. all ot which things you honestly think, would your social path lie across beds of roses ? It seems to be abso lutely necessary to cover the pine wood of facts with a thick cover of varnish, and if you are unwilling to say what you do not think you must be equally unwilling to say what you do think. If every man should express his exact opinions this little world of ours would resemble a dymanite explo sion in twenty-four hours. Talleyrand was right when he said that language is intend to conceal your thoughts. THE BRIGHT SIDE. Friend, look on the bright side of things, Cheer up. There is no path so gloomy that some light may not pierce it.. Don't say you can't-its not your nature. It should be if it is not. No man living, or woman either, is any the better for constantly see ing the shadows. It is like living in a damp cellar. You would soon have the rheuma tismn is compelled to spend your lite there, and constantly looking on the dark side of things will give you a mental rheumatism. Your faculties will become stiff and your ideas mouldy. You will lack freedom, freshness and vivacity. Another thought: You , re treating your Creator and Benefactor more meanly than you would treat your humblest associate. You are shutting your eyes to the good things God has given you, and refusing to see ought but the evil. Every one must experience some dull days-some dark sea sons. Storms fall every year, and no path way can be so sheltered as to wholly escape, but a bright face, a cheery heart, a thankful may grow despite them. The trouble is not that the clouds are always so thick and black, but that we look out only when they hang heaviest. We do not raise our eyes when the sky is clear., No ; we look for the shadows, not the sunshine.--The American Milliner and Dressmaker. So inscrutable may the human face be come, that frequetly it is but a mask which conceals the real character. The men and women most famous for heartless cruelty have often been celebrated for their hand some faces ; writers of fiction have not been unmindful of the fact, and Faust is repre sented as being a handsome man ; while the German fishermen sing of the sirens who drag men's souls down to perdiction with their fatal dower of beauty. Some faces are unreadable, end tell nothing ot the owner's claracter. The merriest men now and then have solemn faces, and the most serious frequently have cheerful ones. Fre quently the most heartless coquette has all the shy graces of a girl of sixteen, while the heart of some woman who looks you through with cold, steady eyes, may be fill ed with love and tenderness that you are too blind to discover. So we all go on, wearing disguises of different devices, never quite concealing, never revealing the life within. And thus it will ever be. A MAN down in Lynn, it is said, made so many pairs of shoes in one day, that it took two days to count them! He was a smart one, but not equal to one in New Hamp shire, who built so many miles of wall in one (lay that it took him all that and the next day to get home again. As orator who (though he was like His tory, and repeated himself) was much in de mand in political campaigns, being asked by an admirer the secret of his success, re plied, *' When I have facts I give 'em facts, but\when I haven't I yell and saw the air." Moral-Actions often speak louder than words. SNIPKINS refused to get his wife a new hat, and soon after his little girl came in and said: " Mamma, won't you buy me a monkey to play with when you go down town ?" " No darling; wait till you are old der, and then marry one, as I did," replied the grief-stricken wife, her tears bursting forth afresh. This seems to be the way things were conducted in the County Clerk's office dur ing the administration of Lieb: Sweet Lit tle Girl-Please give me a nickel to buy a loaf of bread. Lieb-Has got no bread lit tle waif? Sweet L. G.-Nary crum. Lieb- Mine Got in him mel, I can't stand this. No pie, either? Sweet L. G.-Ah, go away, wid ye-course not. By the bones of Hum boldt, I won't stand this. Here, clerk, give this suffering child a dime, and charge a quarter up to the county. I can't resist such appeals as this, it it takes every cent my constituents have got. LAST Monday John C. Sarberry, of Han nibal, put his old clothes on the river banks anchored a note to his wife on top of them with a stone, and laid around to read his obituaries. When he read in the first paper he got hold of that " that primordial dead beat and free lunch gobler, Jack Sarberry, has been good enough to the community and humanity to go to the devil without waiting to be called for," he got so mad he cruldu' read any further, but sailed into town with a club and did the hardest day's work of his life, hunting for the editor, Truly, it is not all of death to die. A good reputation should be preserved with especial care, for when once lost, it is always difficult, and sometimes even impos sible, to recover it. Good renown is like ice, which, when once broken, can never be made whole again. The following fable af fords a very useful lesson on this subject. It happened one day that Fire. Water, and Reputation were traveling together : they were deliberating how they should meet a gain, in case of losing each other. Fire said, " you will find me, when you see smoke." Water said, "Where you see marshy places, you will find me." But Reputation said, "Take care you do not separate from me. should you do so, you run a great risk of never meeting me again; for. when I am once los,t it is very seldom I am ever recovered." GOLDEN SHEAVES. -I'd rather walk by faith with God Than go alone by sight. -He may win the race, that runs by hinm self. -Pride and the gout are seldom cured throughout. -He who gives a trifle meanly is far meaner than the trifle. -There is no such thing as an easy chair for a disconted man. --A pure and good woman. is a great power. Whether arising from the courage that is foun led on a sense of responsibility or whether unconsciously exercised anwi dictated by her noble instinct, she has a great power in modelling the characters and regulating' the conducts and lives of those who are under her influence. -Is it not unwise to believe where we can not fully understand ? Surely not. A sail or's line may not be long enough to fathorn the sea, but it may be of use nevertheless to keep his vessel of the rocks and shoals. Neither by our intellect may we be able to fathom all the depth of the ocean of re ligion; but reason inmay assure us that there is water enough for our ships to sail in with out running aground.