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CHAS. G, MOREAU, Editor and Publisher.
Bhort and stout or lean and lanky,
Russian, Prussian, Pole or Yankee,
For a man who’s cross and cranky
W e ve no use.
Though from pity we endure him,
Or from friendship try to cure him,
He’s a nuisance we assure him,
And a goose.
Snapping, snarling, scolding, scowling,
Glaring, grunting, grumbling, growling,
Hating, hitting, hissing, howling,
Always he
Is the most unhappy person
That was ever laid a curse on
Fact there Isn’t any worse on
I.and or sea.
Wife and children fear to meet him,
Friends, If any, cease to greet him,
Strangers with aversion treat him;
Smallest things
Vex and irritate him till he,
Mad with passion, wants to kill; he
By his childish actions, silly
Laughter brings.
Never music is he hearing,
Never beauty is appearing
To his eyes; no fun that's cheering
Does he know.
Hating self he hates his brothers;
All the joys of life he smothers,
Lone, forlorn, apart from others
He must go.
He’s a nuisance and he knows it.
And his face unhappy shows it,
But the cranky fellow owes It
To himself.
For he lots his temper rule him,
And life’s petty troubles fool him;
Now we’ll lay him—just to cool him—
On a shelf.
—H. C. Dodge, in OoodaU’s Sun.
Her Decision in the Pace of a Great
“What a selfish, heartless world this
is!” murmured Barbara Blake to her
self, as she sat by the window, mend
ing with deft, delicate stitches the
holes in old Mrs. Dickinson’s silk hose.
“Here 1 am, a girl of eighteen to whom
guyety, amusement and sunshine would
seem as natural as the fall of the dew;
yet I am cooped up in a gloomy, brown
stone house, the mere shadow of a
cross, exacting old woman, whose
wants are never satisfied. Companion,
indeed!” as she broke off the needleful
of silk floss with a snap “I am any
thing but that. Drudge, menial—ma
chine, if you please—but nothing like
a companion. And all to earn a paltry
living! Oh, dear, why cannot people
live on flowers and fresh air, as the
humming birds do? Why is it neces
sary to toil so for bread to eat and
clothes to cover us? It does seem to
me as if life were all a failure!”
Ever since she had risen from her bed
that morning she had been at Mrs.
Dickinson’s beck and call.
Mrs. Dickinson was not always in an
amiable mood. There was hot water
to bring up for her bath—it must be
steaming from the kitchen, and the old
lady would trust no one but Barbara
to carry it, because, as she said, the
servants were so careless and spilled it
on the stair carpets.
Just then thrf door softly swung
open, and in tripped a bright, preWy
damsel of two or three and twenty, in
a coquettish fall hat trimmed with
scarlet poppies and bows of cherry
velvet, and a beautiful jetted mantle.
_ “Clara!” cried Barbara, nearly upset
ting the work basket in her surprise
and delight “How came you here!”
“In spite of the edict; ’No followers
allowed?’.” laughingly retorted Clara
Belden. ‘ ‘My dear, 1 ran the blockade.
I bribed the housemaid, and crept up
the stairs as softly as a mouse. Don’t
be alarmed—the ogress is snoring with
forty-woman power.”
“How beautifully you are dressed,
Clar!” said Barbara, with admiring sur
vey. “You have got a situation at
Clara nodded, and adjusted a glitter
ing new silver bangle on her wrist
“A good one,” said she,emphatically.
“I’m in the company of the Cecelian
theater,” explained Clara. “We are
supposed to be singers, but our voices
don’t signify a pin. The Cecelian takes
pride in its chorus being the
handsomest girls in town. And you
are pretty, Barbara, you know very
well—prettier than I am, if you would
only give yourself a chance. I could
make a first-class beauty of you! And
it’s only the evenings, you see, with
an hour or so at morning rehearsal,
and a matinee once a week—and it’s
such fun. There's one young man in
the audience who has thrown a bou
quet to me every night for eight nights
running. And there are suppers and
breakfasts, and all that sort of thing.”
Involuutax’ily Barbara drew back.
"But, Clara—is it right to—”
"Right! Oh, you silly little goose,
why not? There’s Mrs. Dowdin, the
bandmaster’s wife, to chaperon us,
isn’t there? And she’s an old woman
of fifty. Oh, I assure you, it’s a very
select company indeed. Sixty dollars
a month, and your salary raised if you
do well. And when I heard that there
was a vacancy, I thought of you the
very first thing. I knew you had a
nice mezzo-soprano voice, but, as I said
before, that don’t matter so much, as
long as you are so pretty. A brunette,
too—we have an overplus of blondes
already. And I knew, also, that you
were only getting fourteen dollars here
with an old martinet for a command
ing officer. Come, am I not a good
friend to you?”
Still Barbara looked with question
ing eyes at the handsome, voluble girl.
Could it be possible that this self-pos
sessed, beautifully-dressed woman was
Clara Belden, her classmate at school,
and only a month older than herself?
dollars! y e s, it >v ß a Uind <t\
I Clara—it would indeed oe an outlet of
escape from this wretched, grinding
bondage of her daily life. Sixty dol
lars, with suppers, bouquets, admira
tion unlimited. Barbara drew her
breath with a gasp. It seemed almost
too much to realize.
Just then Mary, the housemaid, tip
toed into the room, with her finger on
her lips.
“Miss Blake,” said she, with a side
long glance of admiration at the showy
visitor in her silks, bangles and “breath
of roses,” “the ould lady is afther
wakin’ up as cross as two sticks. An’
she says you ve forgot her morning
tonic and Bijou’scollar is too tight, and
—this way, miss, pl’aza,” as Clara rose
precipitately. “It’s as much as me
place is worth for Mrs. Dickinson to
know that Miss Blake had company
unbeknown to her! Run quick, pl'aze,
Miss Blake—l can hear her scolding
“Never mind, dear!” encouragingly
whispered Clara, as she rustled by,
leaving an odor of franggipanni in her
wake; “the odious shackles will soon
drop off. Send me a line at once. Mr.
Dowdin can’t wait!”
Mrs. Dickinson had never been so ir
ritable, so hard to please, as she was
that day. Or, at least, so it seemed to
Bat there was an exultant thrill in
the girl’s heart.
“It need not be for long,” she told
herself. “I will write immediately and
accept Clara’s kind offer.”
But nevertheless a certain regretful
feeling kept pulling at her heart
strings. She remembered how her
gentle, soft-voiced mother, in her life
time, had always distrusted Clara
Belden’s assured manners and dashing
ways. She recalled to herself that
mother’s efforts to keep her in the
modest retirement of the home circle,
her constant precepts against brushing
off the soft bloom of true-womanhood,
and conscience told her to reject the
tempting offer.
“But I am so young!” she pleaded with
herself. “And 1 have seen so little of
pleasure and variety. I am such a
drudge! No one cares for me here; and
perhaps, if I went to the Cecilian 1
might attract some true heart. Even
if Eugene Dickinson were to see me
dressed as Clara dresses —but no! Eu
gene never would go to a place like the
Cecelian. Of course it must be re
spectable, or Clara would not belong
to it. But—oh, no! Eugene would
never go there.”
In an instant she comprehended.
She would be lowering herself in her
own estimation by accepting the
tempting bribe. She would be cutting
loose from all the traditions of her
youth. And yet—
She sprang suddenly up. and threw
back the masses of soft chestnut
brown hair from her forehead, with
both hands.
“No!” she uttered aloud—“never!”
Almost at the same moment she
heard Eugene Dickinson's voice in the
next room, talking to his aunt
“Yes,” said he, quietly. “I think you
are right I think she deserves it at
your hands.”
“She has worked very hard,” said the
old lady. “She is very patient and
sweet-tempered. I’ve seen tears come
into her eyes once in awhile, but I
can’t call to mind that she has ever
lost her temper, or spoken a word of
complaint” •
“The patient Griselda,” said Eugene,
“Yes, exactly that The patient
Griselda. So I have made up my mind
to adopt her as my daughter, and get
someone else to do the work. We’ll
travel and go everywhere. I want her
to see the world. I somehow feel con
science-stricken that a young thing like
Barbara should have grown up so much
in the shade.”
“I don’t think, though,” slowly added
Eugene’s gentle, leisurely voice, “that
your plan is quite feasible.”
“Not feasible! Why not?”
“Perhaps because it conflicts with a
plan of my own.”
“A plan of your own! My dear boy,
do explain.”
"The fact is, Aunt Adriana,” said
Eugene, “I have lost my heart to this
sweet-voiced, sweet-natured companion
of yours. I want to ask her to be my
Mrs. Dickinson was silent a moment;
then she spoke again, in an altered ac
“I wender this never occurx-ed to me
before,” said she.
“It was not so very unlikely, was
“Not in the least. But, Eugene—”
"Yes, Aunt Adriana.”
“Why need my plan conflict with
“I don’t think I quite understand
you, Aunt Adriana.” said the young
‘‘You are already my adopted son. j
wish to make her my daughter. Very
well. This is a big house, and I indi
vidually occupy very little of it. Why
can’t I have you both?”
Barbara had sat there with both
hands clasped over her burning face.
Was she an eavesdropper? If so. the
fault was unintentional. Now she hur
ried away, almost believing herself to
be in a dream. Surely, surely this
could not be true—this lifting of the
curtain of trial and toil—this clear
shining of anew life?
But as she passed the parlor door it
opened and Eugene Dickinson met her
face to face,
“Miss Blake!” he exclaimed. "You
are the very person I have been wish
ing to sea. Will yoi\ honor me with a
tow of your time?"
Clara Belden was at her ev&nkig;
toilet, with a surrounding of mirrors,
rouge pots, darkening pencils and high
ly scented pomades, when Barbara's
brief note of declination reached her.
“What a fool!” said Clara. “Reach
me that nail polisher, Jane. But, at
all events, she’s had a chance. ”
But Miss Belden did not know what
other “chances” Barbara Blake had
had.—The Home Queen.
It Uag Been a Plaything of Four Genera*
tluns and More.
In the old parsonage at Bedford,
Mass., is a remarkable doll of carved
wood which has been the pet of four
successive generations and is one of
the first two ever imported. Its his
tory is in the highest degree curious,
and its value is greatly enhanced by
time, though its cheeks are badly
spotted and its nose, never of the
Grecian type, has suffered a compound
At the beginning of the revolution a
Boston merchant went out to Andover
to escape the troubles in the city and
formed a close partnership with Rev.
Jonathan French, a noted minister. As
soon as trade was resumed —in 1874
he imported two dolls of a style and
finish then thought wonderful, even in
London; one he gave to his own daugh
ter and the other to the daughter of
Mr. French. The first soon went to
destruction, but the second was kept in
fine order by Abigail French, who in
time became the wife of Rev. Samuel
Stearns, of Bedford, and handed it over
to her own daughter.
Patty French, as the doll was named,
became an object of household regard,
and the highest respect for her was ex
acted even from the rudest boys that
in succession came into the family.
Four generations have followed and
Patty is still a household pet The
children of the parsonage, great-grand
children of Abigail French, now have
dolls that can sing (squeal?), cry and
close their eyes, but they would part
with all of them rather than with the
cracked, battered and spotted-faced
Patty. —Brooklyn Citizen.
The Curious Consonant Language Still
Used by Her Majesty's Subjects.
Although English is, without doubt,
destined to become the universal lan
guage, the envious foreigner may
justly retort at this moment that we
had better begin the universality at
the beginning—that is to say, among
the residents of the United Kingdom.
Enoch Kees, from the Rhondda An
thracite Miners’ association, was a wit
ness before the mining and engineer
ing section of the laboring commission,
but he knew no English. His state
ments would, therefore, have been of
little use to the commissioners, who
are seeking a panacea for industrial
difficulties, had it not been for the in
defatigable Mr. Abraham, M. P., who
is equally at home in a Welsh speech,
h Welsh song or in the interpretation
of Welsh questions. Through the me
dium of that gentleman Mr. Rees gave
his evidence, and incidentally men
tioned that out of thirty-five hundred
members of the association ninety-five
per cent usually spoke the Welsh lan
guage. He was strongly of the opinion
that the eight hours a day system
should come into force soon. Some
thing of the kind is evidently necessary
in order to give intelligent Rhondda
pitmen the chance of acquiring at least
the rudiments of English and thus
hasten the time when we shall all
speak one tongue.—London Telegram.
A Good Answer.
There is no reason why every person
who has the knack of clever and easy
expression should “rush into print,”
and the remarkably bright wife of
Friedrich von Schlegel. the German
writer and philosopher, evidently real
ized this fact.
She was constantly being urged by
her friends and admirers to write, but
a smile was her usual reply. She thor
oughly appreciated her husband’s gen
ius and success, but one day, when
asked why she “wasted” so much time
knitting, instead of finding some occu
pation more suited for her brilliant tal
ent, she replied, placidly:
“I have never heard that there are
too many stockings in the world, but I
have often heard it said that there are
too many books. So it seems to me it
is more praiseworthy for me to knit a
stocking than to write a book.”
And in this opinion her well-cared
for husband fully coincided. —Youth’s
Martha Washington's Fan.
It is said that a fan owned and used
by Martha Washington is still in excel
lent preservation. It is regarded as a
great curiosity and one thousand dol
lars has been offered for it and refused.
When unfolded a series of pictures
may be seen printed in oil One, a por
trait of George Washington, represents
him at the age of seventeen, wearing
the military uniform of a captain, and
being the only portrait of him in his
youth, as far ns known, greatly in
creases the value of the fan. Hovering
above is an angel crowning him with a
wreath, and kneeling near him is an
Indian adorned with flowers and feath
ers, arrayed in the robes of her tribe,
presenting him with a national stand
ard in token of the acceptance of peace.
On Washington’s left stands the figure
of Liberty. The face of the fan bears
the coat of anus of the Washingtons,
and the color is still bright and distinct
-PeU’oH Frw Frm
How to Get Rested and Refreshed—The
Value of the Bath.
1. A tepid bath of twenty minutes
and a shower bath of five.
2. A rest of thirty minutes.
.3. Face, throat and neck subjected to
a gentle friction of elder flower water,
mixed with half a goblet of warm
water. This removes all impurities
from the pores and gives the surface a
clear, ivory hue.
4. Scented oris powder rubbed in the
hair and brushed out again, being care
ful to remove all traces of it from the
temples and nape of the neck.
5. A delicate cream, similar to cold
cream—the juice of lettuce being the
chief ingredient—laid over the face,
neck and hands. After ten minutes re
move with a fine linen cloth. This is
said to obliterate traces of the contrac
tion and weariness of the features inci
dent to society or stage life. It is a
delicate operation neither to roughen
the surface nor make it red. It should
leave the complexion polished and
6. Voloutine (a mixture of rice powder
and bismuth, the latter giving perma
nency and the former delicacy to the
preparation) applied with great care,
producing a clear, alabaster whiteness,
with a trace of luster, yet showing no
sign of any foreign substance.
7. The eyebrows are smoothed with
a small, soft brush, leaving a trace of
farde Indien, and with a leather es
tampe a soft shadow is laid under the
eyes to increase their brilliancy.
To follow the foregoing directions
literally,under all circumstances, would
be difficult, says a Parisian exchange.
It is quoted here to give some idea of
the manner in which age is concealed
by people who have made concealment
a fine art. To a practical person this
may be simplified. We know that a
bath is to refresh as well as to make
clean the person. A sponge bath with
a little bay rum or alcohol added to the
water will both cleanse and refresh.
The shower bath creates a glow; this
can be obtained ny the sudden applica
tion, after the bath, of a large towel
wet with cold water, followed by fric
tion and gentle exercise. Some peo
ple are too delicately organized for
such heroic treatment. The half-hour
rest is no inconsiderable factor in the
restoring process and deserves special
attention. If rightly taken it is a mag
ic rejuvenator.— Chicago Mail.
Coat, Vest and Trousers Should Never Be
All Different in Color.
Coat and vest of the same color
weave and figure, black, dark blue, or
dark mixture of any color, with trou
sers of lighter color, plaid, stripe or
fancy mixture, is not only good form,
but very nobby.
Coat and trousers dark, same weave
and figure design, with fancy vest is a
very genteel style of suit
A suit of all the same color, weave
and pattern, no matter whether light
or dark, so that the shade is seasona
ble, is always correct and is the most
popular garb for the business man of
Nothing in the way of accessories
can redeem a suit in which the coat
vest and trousers are each different
from the other. Such a piece-meal, mot
ley garb is too “English, ye know.” It
is really never seen on dressers making
any pretension to taste except the “su
perfluous Englishman,” that ill-star
red member of an English family of
sons, who is left over after one is placed
in the army, another in the navy, an
other in the church and so on, until the
soft places are exhausted. This sur
plus son must be provided for, so he is
sent to the “states.” Here he becomes
a chronic bad dresser (he gets his cloth
ing from "’ome”) chronic alien and a
chronic situation seeker. He can be
seen any day on our streets and is easi
ly distinguishable by his motley outfit,
bhort top coat, pot hat—a size too
small; shoes a size too large; trousers
at high-water mark; coat, vest and
trousers in violent antagonism as to
color; a walking-stick carried upside
down and a cob pipe.— Apparel Gazette.
All Alone at Home.
When the house is all alone by itself
inexperienced persons may believe that
it behaves exactly as it doss when there
are people in it, but that is a delusion,
which you will discover if you are ever
left alone in it at midnight sitting up for
the rest of the family. At this hour its
true disposition will reveal itself. No
matter how strong a woman’s nerves
are, there is nothing more squeaky,
snappy, creaky, fidgety, cracky, moany
and dismal than the house she is ail
alone in. Then, when the folks come
home you know how it is; welcome
steps are heard, the bell rings, the lights
are lit; perhaps something may be got
out to eat People talk and tell where
they have been, and ask if you are
lonesome. And not a stair cracks, no
step is heard on the roof, no click to the
front door, neither bookcase nor table
cracks; the house has on its company
manners—only you have found out how
it behaves when it is alone.—Danner of
Gnod for Quackenbach.
Quackenbach—Congratulate me, old
fellow! I have obtained control of a
patent medicine.
Friend—What is it good for?
Quackenbach—Any prevailing epi
demic.-Puck. P
—An absent-minded man by the name
of White was recently married.. At the
hotel he registered in a style never be
fore equaled, as follows; “{J, Wife
* White, CigiiwjhV’
—During the exhibition in Edinburgh,
Scotland, there were over one hundred
thousand persons carried in electric
launches along the canal from the city
to the exhibition.
—Files are now sharpened by elec*
tricity. They are immersed in a liquid
and the current turned on for twenty
minutes, at the end of which time they
come out as good as new.
—The ocean cables of the world now
stretch over 120,250 miles. There are
1,000 cables in all, nearly all of English
manufacture. Most of the cables are
owned and operated by private corpora
—Science maf yet make all war
bloodless. Edison says that with twen
ty-five men he can defend any fort
against assault by squirting electrified
water on the enemy. The invaders
would not be killed, but only tempo
rarily stunned.
—lt is announced in Practical Elec
tricity that a newly invented electric
carriage will soon bo exhibited on the
streets of Iloston. Mr. E. D. Chaplin is
the inventor of the motor, and Dr.
Orazio Lugo is the inventor of the stor
age cells which furnish the power.
“The motor is of a closed-field type,
working at one thousand revolutions
Pfcr minute, with a potential of forty
volts. Upon a level grade a speed of
from ten to fifteen miles an hour can
be accomplished.”
—There is no need now for any man
forgetting his engagements, no matter
however much occupied his time may
be. A recent invention is made up of a
switchboard, connected with a clock
and an alarm, so arranged that, by
Pegging the proper hole in the switch
board, the alarm will be rung by an
electric current at any time desired.
All a man has to do in order to be sure
to remember his engagements is to
plug up the proper holes in the morn
ing, and when the times for keeping
them come round, the alarm will be
automatically rung.
—An electrical parcels delivery van,
constructed by the Ward Electrical
Carriage Cos., of London, is described
as a compactly designed vehicle upon
four rubber-tired wheels, and is driven
from a front seat similar to that of an
ordinary van. Switches are used to set
the motor in operation and apply the
brake, while a verticle wheel and end
less worm are revolved to change the
inclination of the front axle, and there
by the direction in which the vehicle
travels. The motor is worked by ac
cumulators of sufficient power to run
from two to two hours and one-half at
a time, and at the rate of six miles an
—A telephone and phonegraph ex
periment, illustrating-the clearness and
power of tone of the phonograph, was
recently made by A. F. Spencer, of
Bridgeport, Ct. Calling up the tele
graph operator at Erie, Pa., 700 miles
distant from Bridgeport, Mr. Spencer
attached to the wire a phonograph, con
taining musical selections by different
military bands. The phonograph was
then set in motion, and the operator at
Erie distinctly heard the pieces which
had been played into the phonograph.
Conversation was also carried on with
other Erie citizens, and they found it
more difficult to understand than to
catch the notes from the phonograph,
which were exceptionally pure and
—When the telephone was first intro
duced, boys, between the ages of 1(1
and 19, were employed, but the results
threatened to be destructive to the in
terests of the company. The boys
would not obey the rules as to imperti
nent profanity when dealing with a
“crusty” subscriber, and the conse
quent dismissals were so numerous that
an immense relay force had to be em
ployed. In consequence of this the ex
periment of employing girls was made,
with most satisfactory results. The
phrase, “frisky telephone girls,” is a
great misnomer, as this young woman
is almost a part of her instrument, hav
ing just enough individuality to give
two subscribers a line of communica
tion. The girls themselves are abso
lutely forbidden to talk over the lines.
Bach girl has fifty subscribers to look
after, and, no matter how often he
calls, she makes the connection he re
quires. The girls work from 7a. m. to
7 p. m., with three forces, each of which
works 9 hours, with half an hour for
lunch and fifteen minutes recess morn
ing and afternoon. Salaries range from
S3O to S3O per month, according to apti
tude and experience. Monitors receive
812 per week.
Chasing a Man With Bloodhounds.
In lieu of genuine hunting, which is
temporarily at a standstill, the novel
idea of starting off a youth on foot, and
sending two bloodhounds in pursuit of
him half an hour later, has commended
itself to a certain sportsman residing in
the neighborhood of the Quorn q.s a
capital way of killing time. The open
ing run was a great success, for, after
striking the line of a, passing and natu
rally very perturbed traveler on the
high road, the hounds were with diffi
culty stopped and transferred to that
of the legitimate quarry. Traveling at
a tremendous pace, and with music al
most equal in volume to the cry of a
pack of fox hounds, they ran all around
Quorn village, their owner, regardless
of snowdrifts, galloping in pursuit and
taking fences just as they came. The
end of the run was somewhat singular,
as directly the bloodhounds got up to
the fugitive they evinced their delight
by springing up to him and trying to
lick bis face, —London Telegraph,
TERMS: SI.OO Per Annum in Advau 4 ,
—Bishop Thoburn reports nine hun
dred conversions from paganism in the
Mussorie district, India, within the last
—There are only eight states in the
union in which the school children do
not receive systematic instruction on
the subject of temperance.
—A petition signed by three thousand,
women of Greece, asking that public
schools of art and industry be estab
lished for women, has been presented
to the government.
—The practical seminary at Breck
lum, in Schleswig, Pastor Dr. Jensen,
director, has already prepared forty
young men for the Lutheran ministry
in the United States.
—Bergen, Norway, boasts a papifT
church large enough to seat one thou
sand persons. The building is rendered
water-proof by a solution of quick
lime. curdled milk and whites of eggs.
—There are 7,000 native students in
colleges and 40,000 pupils in schools of
various grades in heathen lands. These
schools are all under the care of mis
sionaries and teachers of the American
—Methodist city missions in Chicago:
Missions organized in 1801, fourteen;
children gathered into Sabbath schools,
1,500; number united with the societies,
537; churches erected, ten, increase in
church property, $100,090; missions sus
tained, forty; aggregate cost per mis
sion, $375.
—Mgr. Gilbert, who is spoken of as a
possible successor of Cardinal Man
ning, is much esteemed by the English
clergy. He is one of the greatest of
London preachers, an eloquent pulpit
orator, and liis church is crowded-
Moreover. he is an idol of the London
workingmen, and, like Manning, a
priest of simple and severe life.
—Dr. Julius D. Archer, the president
of Roanoke college, Salem, Va., served
as a commissioned officer in the con
federate army before he was 18. After
the war was ended he earned the mon
ey to take him through Roanoke, from
which he was graduated in 1871. Seven
years after, when he was only 33, he
was elected president of his alma mater,
a post which he has since filled with
conspicuous ability.
—Of the many rare Bibles the
“Breecher” edition is perhaps the best
known, but the “Bishops’ Bible’’ is
equally deserving of study by those in
terested in biography. Samuel Hutch
inson, of Charleston, Mass., was pos
sessed in 1775 of a copy of the issue, so
called on account of its being the trans
lation done by eight bishops in the
reign of Queen Elizabeth, and his de
scendants own it now. Christopher
Barker, of London, was the printer,
and the black letter-press, marginal
notes and concordance, all between the
same covers, give the quaint old volume
a flavor distinctly its own.—N. Y.
—Admiration is well enough in its
way, but it can never do the work of
love.—Ram’s Horn.
—The good actor not only “takes the
cake," but he usually takes the princi
pal role.—Yonkers Statesman.
—When you open a window on the
railway train the first thing to catch
your eye is a cinder.—Boston Bulletin.
—lt has been always obseiwed that
none are so insolent in power as they
who have usurped an authority to
which they had no right—National
—Mudge—What a paradox woman is!
Wick wire—You —don’t—say? Mudge—
Consider her foot, for instance. The
larger it is, the less it appears.—lndian
apolis Journal.
—He—That Chicago girl is making a
hit here; at least half a dozen men are
now at her feet. She (slightly jealous)
—l've no doubt there is room for them
all.—Yale Record.
—The man who is always anticipat
ing happiness to-morrow is a good deal
better off, anway. than the man who
spends his time thinking how wretched
he was day before yesterday.—Somer
ville Journal.
—lnstead of wishing he was younger,
a man should wish ho might live twice
as long as usual. The old know so
much that is wise and interesting; the
young are so ignorant and foolish.—
Atchison Globe.
—“What /ire you laughing about,
Sappie?’’ “A joke that Smart was just
telling.” “One that would make a don
key laugh?” “Yes; how do you know?”
“Oh, I suppose because I saw you laugh
ing. ”—N. Y. Press.
—Beggar.—Sir, lam starving. Cra
sus.— Here take this cent and tell me
how you became so miserably poor.
Beggar.—Ah, sir, I was like you; I w-as
too fond of giving away large sums Of
money to the poor.—Epoch.
Neither One Nor T'other.—Tomson—
What were the prices of admission to
the ball the other night? Cholly, the
dude—Gentlemen one dollar, and ladies
fifty cents. Tomson—And what did
they charge you?—Yankee Blade.
—“Ah, I have found you at last Miss
June,” said Mr. Garrulous, “and now
for a nice long talk. But first shall I
not bring you an ice?” “No, thanks.”
returned Miss June, “but if you are go
ing to talk very long yon may bring mo
an opiate.”
—Facetious Hicks.—Mrs. Dix—Hicks
will get a cold snack to-night in place
of a hot dinner. Dix—Anything wrong
over there? Mrs. Dix—He told Mrs.
Hicks this was a bargain day at the
I post- office, when they sold thirteen
stamps fpr a qept end g (jUIhUU'i
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