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ar wiluax nouiTT. EM springs the rye As utumn riaya decline And 1mm the brilliant sky !, floiM rplm'lum thine. It airy lufctroLS line The gtMwanK r displays, Aid faictlv breathe the pine In Autumn days And solemn U the'hush That on the heart doth fall; And at all bird the thruh Alone $4 mutual. Tim tf arrow on ttie wall Shivers in pallid rays. And Uic iroic baa ceased ita call In Autumn days. JJutoh! the life, the lite Thai -uanwr poured around 1 ft TfcoBierr,rinpa Ptrtfe , And j'tcundryol sound v In wood and sly and ground Wturt a chorus! what a maze OI lauly there waa found In summer days! Tiaone! you hear no more The bee hum in ihe flow rr; Nor nee the an allow toar Around the hoary Ower; Nor tle ahraLirjr a wit ta devour The distance In their plays. i TJ now the voiceless hour 01 Autumn days. t A 1'OETIOAL MELANGE. The follow Inc poem is crnnpod of quota tions from thirty-eipbt different authors each of the tblrty-eigiit linen being a distinct -quotation, at will beeen by reference to the foot-note appended; LIFE. . Yhj all this toil fcr triumphs of an hour? 2 Ufe'a a short summer, man a flower; 3. By turns we catch the vital breath and die 4. The cradle and the tomb, alasl so nigh. 3. To.be la better far thai not to be, rS. Xlwugh all nian'sJile scenes a tragedy; i 7. Jtct light cares speak, when xnfghty griefs are duml:. 3. The bottom la but shallow whence they come. 3. 1 our fate is but the common fate of all ;" . 10.' Cnniingled joys hire to no man fall. II. Nature to each allots hla proj-er sphere, li.lKortune mak.es folly Ler icuhar care; 13. Custom des not often reason overrule, J. And throw a cruel sunshine on a fool. 15, Live well how lonr or short, permit to hMTen; 16. The who forgive most thall be most for " given. 17 1S. Sin may be cl&tpcd so close we can rot see its lace VQeiniercoune where virtue has not place; . 19. Then keep each passion down , however dear. -ju. jfaou peijaaum wiwixia sninc anu fcei 31 Her sensual marts let faithless pleasure lay, 2. With rralt and skill, to ruin and betray; 23. Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise; Zl. Wcraa&teisgron ofallthat wedenplse. 15. Oa, then, renounce that impious self -esteem 26. llKbes have wingn, and grandeur is a drcamj 7. Think not ambition whe because. tia brave; . The path ol glory leads but to the grave. 23. What's ambition' Tis a gloriouscbeat, SO. Only destructive to the brvc and great. What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown? The ay to bliss lies not on beds of down. S3. 1 low long e Lre. not years, but actions tell ; 3f.,TbatmanliTC0 twice Lo lives the first life , well. 35. Make, then, while yet yen may, your God your friend. 3C. Whom ChneUana worship, yet notcompre- ncni. 37. The trust that's given guard, and to yourself ! joir, ZS. For, live wehow uccan,diewemust, 1. Younc; 2. lr. bam Johnson; 3. Alexander rope; inor;o. ewcu;i. spencer; 7. iantei; -3. &it Walter ltaleieh;3. II. W. Longfellow; Jo. Southwell; 11. Cmijtreve; 15. Churchill; 13. tftrhibtfr;l4. Armstrong; 15 Milton; IG.lfculy; 17. Trench; l. .nomerville; 19. Thompson; 20. Jlyron;il. Muollett, 2t. Crabbe;23 Maesingrr; -t. Cowley; ?5. lWattie; .fi. Cowper;27. Sir W. Davaaat; ?. firay;'? WUnar3y Addison; 31. 1rvden; JK. Quarleo; 31. VatUnr54. Ibr rick; $3. Maon; 3. UiU; 27. Dana; 38. Shak ileare. . aiATCH-MiKISG. " I wouldn't marry the best man that ?evcr,.lived!" f And she meant it, or, what answers the same purpose, she thought she meant it. After all, how few of us ever really know what we do mean? " I encaccd myself once when a eirl. and the biiupleton thought he owned me. I soon took that conceit out of : Jrim, and sent him about his business." The voice was now a trifle sharp. What wonder, with so galling a mem ory? " Xo man shall ever tyrannize over ine never ! What the mischief do you supposu is the matter with this sewing machine?" "Annoyed at your logic, most like ly, "said my friend, a bright-eyed young matron, as she threaded her needle. "Mr husband U not a tyrant, Miss Xcnt." "lam glad yon are satisfied," was tho laconic answer. It was quite evident "by the expression of the dress-maker's f jce that sho had formed her own opinion about my friend's husband, and was quite com petent to form and express an opinion on any subject. Jliss Kent was a little woman, as fair as a girl and as plump as a robin. She wasn't ashamed to own that she was 40 years old and an old maid. She had earned her own living most of her life, and was proud of it. Laziness was the one sin Jliss Kent could not forgive. She was a good curse, a faithful friend, and a jolly companion ; but stroke her the wrong way, and you'd wih you hadn't in much shorter time than it takes me to write it. Her views on all subjects were strikingly original, and not to be combated. " What are you going to do when you are old?" persisted the mistress of the establishment. "What other old folks do, I sup pose." "But you can't work forever." "Can't say that 1 want to." "Now, Miss Kent, a husband with means, a kind, intelligent man" " I don't want. 1 don't want any man. I tell you, Mrs. Carlisle, I wouldn't marry the best man that ever lived, if ho was a rich as Cncsus, and would die if I didn't have him. Now, if von have exhausted the marriage question, I should like to try n your dress." That there was something behind all this I knew well My friend's eyes danced w ith fun ; and as Miss Kent fitted the waist, she threw mo a letter from the bureau. " Head that," she said, with a know ing look. "It may amuse you." l Ins h wnat the letter said: necessary to caution me about thai. Cousin Mark," cooed the plotter, as sho stood by his side looking out of the window. "The idea of my being so ridiculous I " and in the same breath. with a wink at me, " Come, let us go to my sitting-room. e are at worK thece,"but it won't make any difference to you, will it?" Ul courie Cousin Mark answered "No," promptly, as innocent as a dove about the trap being laid for him. " This is my cousin Mr. Lansing, Miss Kent," and Mr. Lansing bowed politely, and Miss Kent arose, dropped nerscissors, blushed, andsat down again. Cousin Mark picked up the refractory implements, and .then .Mrs. Jennie pro deeded, with rare caution and tact, to her labor of love. Cousin Mark, at her request, read aloud an article from the Pojmlar Science Monthly, drawing Miss Kent into the discussion as dettlv as was ever fly drawn into the web of the spider. "Hiic- was mat lauy, Jennie:"" Cousin Mark inquired in the evening. "Do you mean Miss Kent?" said Jennie, looking up from her paper. " Oli, she is a lady f have known for a long time, blie is making some dresses for me now. Why?" "She seemed uncommonly well posted, for a woman." Under other circumstances Mrs. Car lisle would have resented this, but now she only queried, " Do you think so?" and that ended it. Two or three invitations to the sewing-room were quite sufficient to make Cuuiin Mark perfectly at home there: and after a week be became as familiar as this : Jtv DK4K Jennie: I shall be delighted to ipend a month wilh jouand your hus band. Thrremu! be howeer, one stip ulation alwut my visit jou mutt promi-e to May no more about marriage. I shall neer be so fooli'h a;ain. Tncnty-five ) ears ago to-day 1 wrecked iny whole life. " lSelter embark in a newship, hadn't he?'put in Jennie, totto voce. So unsuitable a tnis marriage, so utter ly and entirely wretched bae been iu con se'iufnoes, that I am forced to belieethe marriage institution a mistake. So, for the laxttime, let me aure you that I wouldn't marry the best woman that eer Iiied, it by so doing 1 could kic her life. Your old eouiin, iUnK Uinsino. " RichJ isn't it?" said Jennie, and then pointed to the chubby little figure whose back happened to be turned. I shook my head and laughed. " You'll see," continued the incor rigible. "See what?" inrmired Miss Kent. quite unaware ol our pantomime. "That particles which are chemically attracted will ut.iu. Of course an al kali and an acid Don't you think this sleeve is a little too long, Jliss Kent?" " Xot after the seam is off. But what were you saying about alkalies and acids, Mrs. Carlisle? The other day at Professor Bovntom's I saw some won derful experiments." "Did thev succeed?" inquired Jen nie, demurely. "Beautifully." "So will mine. 1 never botched a job in my life." " I don't think I quite understand you," said Miss Kent, perplexed. "No? I always grow scientific when talking about marriage, my dear." "Bother!" was all the little woman said, but the tone was much better na tured than I expected. The next week Cousin Mark arrived. and Hiked him at once. An unhappy marriage would have been the last thing thought of in connection with the gentleman. He had accepted the situ ation like a man, Jennie told me, and lor nitecn years carried a load of misery that few could have endured. Death came to his relief at last, and now the poor fellow honestly believed himself an alien from domestic happiness. &insuiar as it may aruear. Cousin Mark was the embo'dinient of good health, and cood nature : 60. Derhaus. though he didn't look it, and as rotund and fresh in his way as the little dress maker was in hers. As I looked at him, I defied any body to see one and not be immediately reminded of the other. True, he had more of the polish which comes from travel and adaptation to difforeut classes and individuals, but ke was not a whit more intelligent by na ture than was the bright little woman whom Jennie had determined he should marry. " 1 was surprised yon should think ' If you are not too busy, I should liko to read you this article;" and this is wnat 31isj Kent would say: " Ob, I am never too busy to be read to. Sit down by the window iu this comfortable chair and let's hear it." After a couple of weeks, when the gentleman came in, lioarsu w ith asuuden cold, Miss Kent bustled about, her voice full of sympathy, and brewed him a dose which he declared he should never forget to his dying day; but one dose cured him. After this, Miss Kent was a really wonderful woman. Ay, Jennie was an arch plotter. She let them skirmish about, but not once did she give them a chance to be alone together her plans were not to be des troyed by premature confidences until the very evening preceding Cousin Mark's departure for California. Then Miss Kent was very demurely asked to remain and keep an eje on Master Car lisle, whom the fond mother did not like to leave quite alone with his nur.-e. " eare compelled to be gone a couple of hours; but Cousin Mark will read to you, won't you, cousin?" " Certainly, if Miss Kent would like it," replied the gentleman. The infant Carlisle, thanks to good management, was never awake in the evening, so the victims of this matri moninl speculation would have plenty of time. The back parlorwasthe room most in use during the evening, and out of this room was a large closet with a luge blind ventilator, and out cf this closet a door leading to the back stoop and garden. Imagine my surprise when I was informed that Mr. Carlisle was going to the lodge, and that we, after profuse warnings about the baby, and promises not to be gone too long, were to proceed to this closet overlook ing the back parlor via back cate and garuen. in yam i protestcit. " Why, you eoose " laushed Jennie. " there'll be fun enough to last a life time. John wanted to come awfully, but I knew he'd make a noisft and snoll everything, so I wouldn't let him." ihe wily schemer had taken the pre caution to lock the closet door from the outside, so there was no fear of detec tion. On a high bench, as still as two mice, we awaited results. Cousin Mark (as if arousing from a protracted reverie) : " Would you like to have me read?" Miss Kent: "Oh, I'm not particu- Cousin Mark : " Here is an excellent article on elective affinities: how would you like that?" Jennie s elbow in mv side almost took my breath away. aii3s Kent: " Whom is it by?" Jennie (clear into my ear) : "That's to gain time; see if it isn't." Cousin Mark: " It's by a nrominent French writer, I believe." Alias Kent: "I don't think I care for a translation to-night." Cousin Mark : " Xor I ; nor reading of any kind. This is my last evening in Xew York, Miss Kent." Miss Kent: "I hope you've enjoyed your visit?" Jennie (into my very head this time) : " She's as shy as a 3-ycar-old colt." Cousin Mark: "I didn't think I should feel so sorry about leaving." Jennie: "He is the wreck, you re member." A long paue. Miss Kent: "I think I hear the baby." Cousin Mark : " Oh no. You are fond of babies, aren't you. Miss Kent?" jno answer iront .Miss Kent. Cousin Mark: "I have tiecnaverv lonely mau. Miss Kent, but I never realized how lonely the rest of my life must be until I came to this house." Jennie: "Oh, how lonely!" Cousin Mark : " Xow I must return to my business and my boarding-house. Think of that, Miss Kent boarding- house boarding-house, for a man so fond of domestic life as I am, Miss Kent." Just then we very distinctly heard a little kind of a purr, which sounded very like a note of intense sympathy from Miss Kent. Cousin Mark: "I have friends in San Francisco, of course, but no fire side like this, nobody to care for me if I am ill, nobody to feel very badly if I die." Jennie: " That '11 fetch her." Miss Kent (voice a littlo quivering) : " I wish I lived in San Francisco. You could always call upon me if you need ed any thing." (Jennie in convulsions.) Cousin Mark (abruptly) : " If you will go to California with me, Miss Kent, I'll wait another week." Miss Kent: "Why, Mr. Lansimr. what do you mean? What do you mean? What would folks say?" Cousin Mark: "We don't care for folks, Miss Kent. If you'll go, we will have a house as pleasant as money could make it. You shall have birds, and flowers, and horses, and all the scientific monthlies you want denced if you shan't and you shall never sew a stitch for any body but me. Will you be my wife?" Just then Jennie and I stepped up another peg, and there was that little old maid, who wouldn't marry the best man that ever lived, hugged close to the man's breast who wouldn't marry J tho best woman that ever lived, not " even to save her life. We came away then, but it's my opinion that they re mained in just that position till we ran? the bell half an hour after. "How did you know?" I asked of Jennie. "My dear." sho answered, "mr whole reliance was upon human nature ; and let me tell you, goosie, whatever else may fail, that never does." " Why, Miss Kent, what makes your face so red?" inquired Jennie, upon en tering; "and, Cousin Mark, how strangely you look! your hair is all mussed up." "And I hope to have it muss ed often," said Cousin Mark, boldly. "Miss Kent and I are to be married next week." Jennie laughed till her face was pur ple, and when I went np stairs Miss Kent was poundinsr her back. liar- Iter's Bazar. L ... i A book-agent was shot and killed one day last week in Texas. Here in Iowa the only way a book-agent can be killed is by running a freight train over him, and the plan is so expensive thai wok-agents generally live about as long as other people. Occasionally, when one comes straying into town, with his legs thrust into a couple of lengths of stove-pipe, his body encased in a beheaded flour barrel, and a copper kettle inverted over his head, the peo ple know that he has been selling "Pha raoh's Lives of the Saints" in some in hospitable country where the shot-gun flourishes, but it excites no particular remark. Burlington Haicirtye. Foster Hazlett, aged 13, Stewart lUzlctt, aged 15, and Ado onus Parker. were out hunting pigeons near Roches ter, Ind. Foster was walking behind carrying the gun, and while going through a thick brush the hammer of the gun caught, and the entire load of shot passed through the left side of , I Parker's body, tearing the heart to pieces, and killing him instantly. Parker's ase was about 35. Ho leaves a wife and five children.