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
. 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;
7. Jtct light cares speak, when xnfghty griefs
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.
Live well how lonr or short, permit to
16. The who forgive most thall be most for
Sin may be cl&tpcd so close we can rot see
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
35. Make, then, while yet yen may, your God
3C. Whom ChneUana worship, yet notcompre-
37. The trust that's given guard, and to yourself
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
" I wouldn't marry the best man that
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
"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
"What other old folks do, I sup
"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
" 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
"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
"Did thev succeed?" inquired Jen
"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
" 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
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
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
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
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
"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
"And I hope to have it muss
ed often," said Cousin Mark, boldly.
"Miss Kent and I are to be married
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
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.
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