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VOL. I. FALLING SNOW. Apple-blooms and woodland vale and sleeping river, Lilies in sequestered dale, With their yellow hearts a-qulver; Mountain height and land of dreams, .Have been sung, and yet it seems, In all the songs I’ve read or heard, From whispering gale or mocking bird, None so pure are in their flow As the song of falling snow. Tangled wood and thistle-down, Summer sun or April showers, Buttercups with a golden crown, Nodding bluebell, queen of flowers; Or purest song of woodland thrush, Nightingale or lark must hush, For songs may come and songs may go, But none can match the falling snow. Sweetest song of idle dream, Wafted from untraveled regions, Thouglr the sleepy air may teem With the breath of fairy legions; Though the earth be glad with flowers. Laughing with the summer showers, Yet white tassels on the pine, Bring again' this song of mine. For J une may come and Junp may go, But naught can match the falling snow. ►-Walter M. Hazeltine, in Good Housekeeping. UOWSER. \ V OUR or five \V W weeksago.when \.J Mr. Bowser ss* came home one evening and found Mrs. Bowser in bed, and was informed that it was a case of grip, he blurted out: ‘■Grin! And you have gone to bed and had the doctor for a case of the grip? Humph!” “But I am awfully sick!” she replied. “Rats, Mrs. Bowser! You just im agine it! This simply goes to prove ■what I have, often asserted—that no per son of any strength of character has ever had the grip. It’s a namby-pamby thing, which even a child three years old ought to be ashamed of. ” “You may have it before you get through.” “If I do—if lam silly enough to lay down with any such thing as that —I hope somebody will pound me to death with a fence rail! 1 have the grip? I call a doctor for such a nonsensical thing as that? Not if my name is Bowser!” Mrs. Bowser was in bed three or four days, and Mr. Bowser lost no oppor tunity to talk about her foolishness in giving up to such a trifling ailment. He likewise remarked to the doctor that he thought it very foolish in the medical fraternity to encourage the public in any such delusion. “You’ll probably have it, and when it comes you’ll change your opinion,” curtly replied the doctor. “I will, eh! There isn’t enough grip In North America to pull down one of my ears! I’d really like to be attacked, just to show you how strength of will could throw it off.” A week ago, at three o’clock one afternoon, Mrs. Bowser heard some thing fall against the front door. She called to the girl to open it and see whether it was a bag of potatoes or a corn-sheller. It was neither. It was Mr. Bowser—not the Mr. Bowser who had gone away in the morning stepping high and carrying his chin in the air, but the Mr. Bowser who had come home shaking and shivering and all pumped over until he didn’t appear to be four feet high. It was a case of the grip. As he sat in his office gayly whistling “Old Black Joe” a sudden shiver shivered up his back. He looked around to see who had flung it, but it was followed by two more. He jumped up with a feeling that all the ice thus far cut on the Hudson had been loaded on his back, A whole drove of shivers and shakes and chills kept waltzing from his heels to his neck and Lack again, and there was a roaring in his head as if he stood on the brink of Kiagara. A bjjy who came in with a telegram, looked Mr. Bowser over and said: “Old man, you've got it, and got it bad! If you've any home to go to you’d better skip, if I never sec you again then farewell!” Mr. Bowser didn't stop to exercise any will power to throw it off. He got into his overcoat and made for home, The street-car conductor tried to can ine hi in by saying t he would prolh 1 ably be out in four weeks, and a woman on the car named over twenty two of her acquaintances who had been carried off in a week. “Heavens, Mr. Bowser! hut what does this mean?” demanded Mrs. Bow ser, as he staggered into the hall. “I’m—l’m a dead man!” he gasped as she pulled off his overcoat and helped him on the lounge in the hack parlor. “Have you got a chill?” “V—yes! Get forty bed quilts to cover me up!” “And does your back ache?” “Does it? Great Scots, but I don’t believe I can live half an hour • nngcrl It’s a congestive chill, I suppose. 1 ’ “It’s simply the grip, Mr. Bowser. That’s exactly the way everybody is taken. Hadn’t you better exercise a little will power?” Mr. Bowser looked at her reproach fully and shivered and shook. “Curious how it took hold of a man of your strength of character,” she con tinued as she got his shoes off. Mr. Bowser’s chin began to quiver in a suspicious manner and she said no more on the subject. He had been put to bed and was groaning and shiver ing when the doctor came in. "Well, your ear has been pulled down, I see,” x-emarked the doctor, as he rubbed his hands together in a cheerful way. “Have you tried to throw it off bv strength of will?” “I—l suspect it’s pneumonia,” replied Mr. Bowser. “Well, 1 don’t. It’s grip—just grip.” “And I’m sAck enough to die!” “Pshaw, man! you have got a mild attack—about as the babies have it. If you had it as bad as your wife did I should feel very anxious. Just keep quiet and take this medicine every two hours.” “How many weeks will I be in the house?” “Weeks? Why, you can go out to mox row if you feel like it. Better get up after supper and walk around. It’s a wonder to me that such a slight at tack brought you home.” But Mr. Bowser’s back-achc grew worse, and when the chili finally went off he was out of his head most of the time with the fever. During Mrs. Bowser’s sickest night he had gone to bed to sleep and snore and rest undis turbed by her moans. She had to sit “OLD MAX, YOU’VE GOT iT, AND GOT IT BAD!” up with him, of course. lie wanted vichy water, lemonade, ice-water, gin ger ale, pickles, tea, toast and a dozen other things, and he seemed to take solid comfort in keeping up a groaning so doleful that it finally stopped the clock. The doctor returned in the morning, to find Mr. Bowser’s pulse jumping, his tongue covered with fur and his throat almost raw, hut he expressed his great surprise that lie had not gone to the office. He encouraged him to get up and go down cellar and upstairs, but Mr. Bowser stuck right to the bed. “Doctor, I don’t think you realize how serious this case is,” he groaned. “I am sure I do. It’s a very mild case of that namby-pamby epidemic called the grip. I have five children in this neighborhood who have it worse than you, but all are up and playing with their dolls. Very curious that a man of your stamina should give up. Keep on with the medicine, however, and I’ll send a gargle. ”• For four days Mx-. Bowser gargled and dosed and doped and groaned. Mrs. Bowser had to attend him as if he were a baby. Ho had very little to. say during this interval. He seemed to flatten all out and lose his conceit. Once he even went so far as to observe that if his life was spared he would be an humble man in future. On the fifth day, however, after getting out to the gate and back, his meekness seemed to he disappearing, and on the sixth, as he started for the office, he said: “I propose to visit two or three dif ferent doctors to-day and find out what caused my sickness.” “Why, it was grip, of course,” replied Mx-s. Bowser. “Not much! There was a combina tion there and I know it, and it was a mighty sex-ions one, too. Nothing on earth but my determination not to give way to it pulled me through. Plenty of men in my situation would have turned up their toes, and plenty of others would have been in bed for months. Grip! Humph! Mrs, Bowser, yon don’t know me yet When I knock under to grip I’ll have the decency to go and drown myself! Grip and brain fever are two widely different things, and I want you and that fool of a doc tor to know to, tooIVM, Quad, la ft, h World, IKT THINGS.” BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 1892. DUDES. They Were Just aa Silly as the Modern Chappie. Louis XIV. nutl Ills Toilet—A Dandy oj Croir well's Time—Beau Brummell and Bean Nash—The Love for Gaudy Wearing Apparel. [Special Letter.] ?IIAT the subject of personal adornment is a time-w o r n theme, is shown by the accompa ny in g little sketch from an ancient English work, which stood above this stanza; “I ani an English man, and naked I stand here, Musinge In my mynde what raiment I shall this, and now 1 were that, Now X will were I cannot tell what.” The popularly accepted definition of the terra dude is a male individual whose abilities concentrate upon dress. The partial injustice of this is attested by the number of those historical char acters who, while noted for great, at tention to their attire, have showh marked powers in other lines of effort. Alexander, of Macedon, for example, was an exquisite of the first water; few great generals in fact have been slov ens. Louis XIV. was one of the most thor oughy dandies ever known. Even when forced to wear the mourning dress of violet velvet which court eti quette prescribed, he took care to cover his garments so effectually with jewels that the color of the material could not be seen. An account of the ceremonies attending his morning toilet is laugha ble in the light of our modern Ameri can life. We read of one set of high dignitaries after another being admit ted to the royal chamber; one party to witness the sublime ceremony of as suming the shirt; one great lord being permitted to draw on the august silken stocking, another presenting a collec tion of wigs for his majesty to choose LOTUS XIV. BEFORE AND AFTEB DRESSING. from, while still another enjoyed the privilege of carrying away the slippers. A throng of less-favored courtiers stood meanwhile in awe-struck silence to witness these thrilling scenes. One of Thackeray’s most amusing caricatures shows the old king shorn of his ambrosial periwig, his high-heeled shoes and robe, embroidered with fleurs de-lis. By his side stands the same fig ure decked out in all the royal plumage. The first is only little bald, plain, insig nificant Louis Capet. The second, Louis plus his clothes—Le Grand Monarque! But even granting the luxurious Frenchman to have been unduly de voted to self adornment, we must admit that the fashions he set were artistic and graceful. Enough so, at least, to have been since revived from time to time; reappearing now in a waistcoat, now in a ruffle, or again in the decora tion of a room, as in the case at the present time. The same cannot be said of the attire worn* by English “anticke” of the Restoration period. This gay youth was clad in a fashion which roused the indignation of the satirists, one of whom declared it im possible to know from men’s appearance “who is noble, who is worshipful, who is a gentleman, who is not;” adding, with due solemnity: “God be merciful unto us.” The lace ruffles strengthened by “the devil’s liquor, starche ,” make “ANTICKE," OF CHOMWKI.L’3 TIMK. this zealous saint absolutely boll otoi tvUli wrothi while nothing gave him more righteous joy in those umbrella less days than to behold his dressy ene my saturated in a sudden shower. The fop in question, Sir Percy West broolte, let us read his name, when ho went abroad, wore a tall hat with a bunch of ribbon on one side and a drooping plume upon the other; his face, was spotted with patches; a lovelock on each side of his head hung upon his bosom and was tied with ribbon bows. His broad collar was edged with lace; he wore a tight vest partly open and short in the waist, with his shirt protruding above his breeches. The latter gar ment was adorned with dozens of points at the knees, besides two great bunches of ribbon of various colois. Uis legs were encased in wide lace-trimmed boots provided with jingling spurs and having the toes two inches too long. On his left arm he carried his cloak, and in his right hand a stick, which ho “played with,” as he “straddled" along the streets, “singing.” The straddling was necessary. A character in a well-known old play complains: “One of my silver spurs catched hold of the ruffle of my boot, which being of Spanish leather and subject to tear, [overthrew me.” They therefore “walked wide” to prevent ac cidents. Avery serious matter was a gentle man’s toilet, in those times; so serious that it grew tiresome to the wearers, who, after becoming sobered by the plague, the great fire and other calami ties, dropped one ribbon and yard of lace after another, until they could safely take their minds from their boots and hats and walk about intent upon their business. Let us hope upon their behavior also, for the “pretty fellow" under the Stuarts was pretty only in respect to feathers and velvet doublet. His language was coarse, his manners doarser, his vices coarsest of all. When the prince regent was posing as the “first gentleman of Europe," the dress of a dandy was a matter of con stant study and care. “In black velvet breeches he put all his riches.” His heavily-scented garments shed the fra grance of musk and orange-flower water upon the air. The macaroni of a later day was accustomed to carry two watches, which seldom agreed; “one to tell him,” as Walpole said, “what o’clock it was, and the other what it was not." At this period there lived two beaux, one of whom Lord Byron called the greatest of the three great men of the nineteenth century; placing himself third, Napoleon second and Beau Brum mell first. Possibly Byron was correct in one sense, Brummell was as great in his own lino as the Corsican was in his. Both rose from obscurity by unlimited self-assurance, and it may have re quired as much administrative power to subjugate the arrogant though disor dered British society, as to take the lead of the French at a time when they were fairly crying for a leader. One of Brummell's defenders declares “he was no fop, but merely the best dressed man of his day. We would all have dressed like him if we could.” This statement may be considered along with the fact that, the Beau never removed his hat even to a lady, as it might have disarranged the hairs of his wig, and besides might not have been replaced in the same exact position. His boots, which he blacked with champagne, were always polished on the bottom of the sole. All are familiar with his famous snub of the prince of Wales, when he audibly inquired upon the prince’s bow ing to his companion and ignoring Brummell: “Ah, who’s your fat friend?" Beau Nash, the McAllister of the past, was styled “King of Bath.” He was the son of a humble glassblower, but rose, by the power of impudence and a fine coat, to a position which enabled him to refuse Princess Amelia another dance and to snatch off the white apron of a duchess, with the remark that only kitchen maids wore aprons. Neither Brummell nor Nash had the sense to die soon enough; but while the former ended his days in slovenly pov erty and imbecility at Calais, Nash was more fortunate. He was claimed by death (“and much good it got of him,”) says his biographer, at the good old age of eighty-eight, having retained his sway so well that he was thought worthy of a grand funeral at the ex pense of the corporation. Emma M. S. McDowell. A Bitter Disappointment. Mrs. Redrivers—And that, Mrs. Clum, is the whole story of the affair from beginning to end. Mrs. Clum (eagerly) And is it a secret? Mrs. Redrivers—Oh, no; not at all. Mrs. Clum—l’m so sorryl I did yygpt to toll Mrs. Lonjfjaw.-diulg*}, THE TRAVELING CASE. A Little Convenience That Will Be Ap< predated. A little convenience that travelers will appreciate is a flat bag or case which I has receptacles for a number of easily lost floating articles. It is made of doubled linen stitched into compart ments of the proper sizes for holding pencils, crotchet-needles, rxxbbex-, thim ble, scissors, paper-cutter, and any oth er convenience that can be comfortably adjusted to the position. The bag is intended to roll xxp and tic with nar row ribbon: wider ribbon strings ai'c attached to the top to hang it up by. Befoxe the two pieces of linen are put together, the divisions can be marked off, and their uses written upon them lengthwise, and the word worked with black silk. The owner’s name can be put across the top in the same way. The edge of the bag or case may bo bound with silk braid, or the two pieces can be sewed together and turned to bring the seam into the inside. There is now to be foxxnd for sale a material that can be sxxbstituted for linen in making the article 1 , just described, or for umbrella cases, shawl and rug car riers, traveling dressing-cases, and most of the other things for which lin en has seemed the only appropriate thing. This material is a very heavy jean, with a beautiful satiny surface. It comes in light brown and light and dark gray shades, and Ts said to keep its color perfectly in exposure to sun or rain, although that is a statement one might be allowed to doubt suffi ciently to afford the articles made from the fabric at least as much protection from the elements as one ordinarily gives to brown linen.—Harper’s Bazar. NOVELTIES IN JEWELRY. Some Pretty Conceits Designed for Pretty Wearers. An oar lock set with brilliants is a new scarf pin. .... A handsome chatelaine is an inverted anchor set with diamonds. Russian bronze statuettes of skaters, bears and sleighs ax-o mounted on blocks of crystal representing icc. A grotesque head in enamel with dia mond ornaments is a unique form of chatelaine for a lady’s watch. A unique brooch is a parrot’s head oi olivines and diamonds. A gold beak and ruby eyes complete the design. An attractive marquise ring has five colored pearls set in a row and sur rounded by diamonds. The pearls are purple, white, yellow, orange and black. On the cover of a small silver box for hairpins are engraved the words: “Woman’s Friend.” A silver hairpin beside the inscription indicates the use of the box A design resembling the shape of the spades printed on playing cards is be ing introduced as the successor of the fleur delis. The new design can be treated in much the same manner as the old.—Jewelers’ Weekly. Kvening Dresses. Large directoire revers are revived for the corsages of new evening dresses. The front of the gown is round at the waist, or is in princesse breadths and drawn in crossfolds at the waist line to lit the tapering figure. It is cut down from above low on the bust, and turned back in square-cornered revers that are faced with the fabric and left untrim med. In the space between the revers is a gathered plastron of lace or chiffon, and there arc choux of the thin mate rial, or else bows of satin ribbon set above the revers as shoulder-knots. This is prettily carried out in a gown of pale rose satin, with a plastron of white point de Genes lace gathered in side the revers and shoulder-knots of white satin ribbon. The elbow sleeves are a puff of the creamy lace, with a bracelet of the white ribbon knotted inside the arm. A white satin dross bro caded with waving stripes of silver has a plastron of white chiffon wrought with silver, and the three-cornered revers ap pear to start from the two choix of sil vered chiffon set on each shoulder. In this dress the short sleeves are frills or scalloped chiffon falling low under the arm, and held shorter on top under the choux.* A flounce of the chiffon trims the front and sides of the skirt, while the back is laid in a box pleat that widens toward the end.—Harpers Ba zar. Sources of the Drip. One of the fruitful sources of la grippe, and of many other troubles, says a well known physician, is the carelessness which • people display with regard to preserving something like a uniform degree of heat. The system of heating some rooms and offices can not bo too strongly condemned. By the quantity of steam used the temperature in the room is allowed to rise something less than ninety degrees, and then a man in a sweat, after working under such conditions, rushes into the street where the thermometer is at forty de grees. Since the peculiar conditions in the matter of atmosphere and heated rooms can not be well altered, the least a careful man can do is to protect him self against the sudden changes of which I have spoken. It is not enough to wrap well up and wear a big coat. One should also take steps to prevent the cold current of air rushing through the mouth. It is always best to breathe through the nose, for then the air grad ually heats before it -eaches the lungs. —Chicago Mail. —Ho Agreed.—Tramp (beginning)— I’vo seen better days. Citizen*- Yes, indeed. So have I. Nasty day, isn't it? Hope it wU\ clear off eoon, -Yankee Jilade. TERMS: SI,OO Per Annum In Advance. USEFUL AND SUGGESTIVE. —Hot water and milk will remove ink spots from carpets if the stains are of recent date. —Hickory-Nut Candy.—Take two* cupfuls of sugar and half a cupful of,- water, and boil until thick. Stir in one cupful of hickory-nut meats; pour in a large flat dish. When partly cool, mark oil in squares.—Household 5 Monthly. —Walnut Caramels—Take two pounds of sugar, a pound of walnut pounded fine, and one teacupful Jpf cream; stew slowly until thick; ifijd a tablespoonful of butter.. Set oft' the fire; when partly cool form in little cakes and lay on buttered plates until cold.—Household Monthly. —Cottage Pudding—One cup butter, one cup sugar, one egg, one cup milk, two cups flour, one-half teaspoon soda, one teaspoon cream tartar, one tea spoon lemon. Mix in the order given, and bake in small tin cups, or bake in a cake-pan, and cut in squares. Servo with liquid sauce.—Boston Budget. —Chicken Filling for Pates.—Make a white sauce as 3'ou do for the oyster filling and add to it a cupful of the white meat of chicken, cut, not chop ped, with a sharp knife, into small pieces. Let it get hot through before filling the pastry shells and omit tho lemon juice in seasoning.—Springfield (Mass.) Republican. —Jelly Cake.—Eight eggs, whites, two cups of sugar, one-half cup of but ter, three-fourths of a cup of sweet milk, two and a half cups of flour, two heaping teaspoonfuls of baking pow der. Beat the whites of the eggs to a froth; beat the butter and sugar to a cream. Divide in three or four equal parts and bake in jelly pans. When done, spread with jolly and pile one cake above the other.—Chicago Herald. —A German professor recommends the following receipt for a liquid soap for medicinal use in wounds, etc.: One part of caustic potash dissolved in an equal weight of water. To this add four parts of olive oil and one-fourth part of alcohoL Stir thoroughly for ten minutes, shaking repeatedly. After about an hour mix with an equal quan tity of water. Let it then stand sev eral days, then filter it, and it is ieady for use. —Rice Muffins. —Two cupfuls cold boiled rice, two eggs, a little salt, a tablespoonful melted butter, one cup ful sweet milk, two cupfuls of flour in which has been sifted a heaping tea spoonful of baking powder. Beat thor oughly and bake in muffin pans. A cupful of sour milk and half a tea spoonful of soda may be substituted for sweet milk and baking powder. Should be served piping hot.—House keeper. —lt is an excellent plan to have carv ing cloths to go under the meat platter, in order to save the cloth from drip pings or spatters. Accomplished em broiderers frequently work a square of linen with an appropriate design for carving napkins, to be used in place of doylie. A doylie Is to be distinguished from a napkin by a fringed edge, a napkin having a plain hemmed edge. This, at least, is the distinction made in the shops. —Chicken Croquettes.—Remnants of boiled or roasted chicken are used for these. • Remove from bones. Chop fine with twice the quantity of stale bread. SeasoTi with salt, pepper, sage or any preferred herb, or a bit of onion. Moisten with an egg and some chicken gravy. If one has no gravy, it can be made by placing the bones in cold watcir and simmering awhile for a stock for the gravy, or more eggs and a little melted butter may bo used in stead. Form in small round cakes us ing flour in shaping them. Fry in but ter. —Housekeeper. Objections to the Use of Honey. Honey in its best estate, is not a pure sweet and consequently is open to greater objections than free sugar. The bees are not very nice in their habits and gather their store in all sorts of places, sometimes hovering over that which is very loathsome and unclean. In gathering the nectar from flowers, the bee rubs off more or less of the pollen and carries it home with him and deposits it with the honey. If the pollen happens to be poisonous, the honey is poisoned. At Trezibond, Tur key, poisonous flowers abound so that the honey at that point is always poi sonous. Further, the bee always puts in a certain quantity of poison from the poison bag, formic acid, to preserve the honey. If the bees are very much dis turbed while at their work, they inject an unusual amount of this formic acid into their product and so tho honey be comes'Tank.” A person who eats“rank'’ honey will be taken sick and likely break out with a rash similar to nettle rash, formic acid being the poison in both instances. These facts have all been determined by scientific investi gations.—Dr. J. H. Kellogg. That Old Superstition. Superstitious people, especially gam blers, will observe the fact that the year 1893 begins on a Friday. Com menting on this Calino, famous for his blunders, exclaimed: “Well, there is one thing about it that consoles me, and that is that the new year won't begin on the 13th." Another consideration, which might relieve the anxiety of the gambling fraternity, is the fact that every time one of them loses at cards on a Friday some other gambler, equally supersti tious, must have won on the same Fri day, Otherwise, wherp did the money fo V, Uernld. 7 NO. 0.