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you've weeds In your garden, my rood friend,
DO Hot fltanfl InnVlnff m h biiM
To your neighbor's dominions just over the
I On r wtr,a mr th miwf mniMnMuv'
t'proot them, while yet there is dsyfcnt to work.
Tear them up, reed and branch, from the soil ;
They are sore to do mischief, so pray do not
Toull be' amply repaid for your tofl.
The advice would apply to the parden of life
'Fia SO Milium v nnr nvn vuH a
Tor watching our neighbor, or, worse yet, his
And countine their many misdeeds.
We pass our own follies, oarfaalts we disguise
In the garments of selfish conceit I
We're ever perfection in oar own eves).
Oar neighbors may take a back seat.
Let n pull our own weeds, and work with a win.
C LIltTIC 19 URS W DC II til ntl ,
Kor paint o'er the way in derision until
We hare carefully tilled oar own ground.
For watchin the faults of others we see 1
Not the ones in our own hearts so lire:
Let ns pall for ourselves, let other's weeds be.
Till we dean our own garden of life.
Downs and minarets and towers
Turrets which can ki?s the sky.
Grottoes cool, and leaf bowers
Clad in buds that never die. . .
Tltese, and beauties twice as fair,
Dck my castles in the air.
Flecks of clouds, all bright and golden.
Hover round their shadowy walls.
Strains and voices, sweet and olden, -Echo
through those spectral hali&.
Many an sn-el liueers where
Float my castles iu the air. '
Oft at sunset, as I ponder
O'er the plories in the West,
And my restless spirits wander
Far and wide in search of ivt,
Anjrels whisper, See, 'tis there,
la yon castles in the air.
But when I approach them nearer.
And their beanties fain wonld clasp,
Neither more distinct nor clearer.
Ever they elude my prasp.
And I turn in sad despair
From my castles in the air.
Frum " Td-Bitt for Trartlert
Hints to Lady Equestrians.
With the advent of the bright spring
days, me aengntiui ana healthful exercise
of horseback riding again becomes possi
ble. As it is every year becoming more
fashionable, the following hints will help
many wno are novices in tne art oi man
aging a horse, ard some who think they
know ail about it
There are lew prettier Eights than lair
equestrians, provided they know how to
nde ; and, although it seems paradoxical
to Bay so, yet it is not every lair eques
trian who can ride. No lady can cse a
spur without damaging her habit more
than her horse. Extreme neatness is the
desideratum in a rider's make-up. No
flying ribbons or feathers, but a plainly-
made, well-fitting cloth habit, with a white
linen collar and cuffs, fastened without rib
bon or color, unless it be of a silk hand
kerchief round the throat A top hat
with a lace veil, for use as well as orna
ment, twisted round it and over the hair,
black gloves, and nothing can look better
than any lady when to attired.
lour norse is at tne door, and now
comes the tug of war. You have got to
arrive at tne top ot mteen, it may be six
teen nanas. xruzznng as tne performance
appears as you stand on the ground by his.
side, ana tne monsters towers above you,
nothing but knack is wanted. Do not be
in a hurry. Place the right hand firmly
on tne ten poinmei ana ine leit nana nrm
ly on the squire's or servant's shoulder.
Stand steadily on the right leg, and place
the left foot in his right hand. Wait one
minute, until you are both sure the other
is ready, and if you spring at the mo
ment that he lifts the hand yon are
mounted gracefully, without an appear
ance even ot uuhcuity. it is quite un
necessary to send a man s cat flying into
the road, or put your knees into his eyes ;
nor need he grasp yon fast, as if yon were
a sack of flour fixed to a jointed crane,
whilo you clutch and scramble op your
saddle as if you were climbing the side of
a man-oi-war out ot a cuaay-boat .Noth
ing can be more inelegant.
People think they cannot help it, and
rather than look to ridiculous they have a
chair or step brought, and "get on for
themselves.'' It is much better to "get
on " properly ; besides that, when you do,
your habit is properly placed and set
straight. Once mounted, take up your
reins, and have your stirrup long enough ;
that is, have it so long that the leg is al
most straight before the toe can reach it.
Be sure all is right ; then let your horse
slip off quietly. Nothing is a sign of worse
riding than a flurry and flutter to get off
in a grand commotion, like froth, that sub
tides into flatness very soon. Sit square,
the right knee pointing in a straight line
between the horse's ears; ride on the
snaffle if you use a double-rein bridle, re
serving the curb for emergencies, and
treat your horse sensibly; he will appreci
ate it. If he is ft good one, his good
qualities will be drawn into notice, and
the worst animal, with rational treatment,
6hows the best he is capable of. Trotting
is the pace at which horse and rider show
to the best advantage. Any old screw can
canter, but not every horse can trot well,
nor rider "rise to it," if he can. Rise to
your trot straight forward, without stop
ping, keeping the action of your body with
that of your horse. Your position should
always be as if your eyes were fixed be
tween the horse's ears. Borne people rise
quite independently of the horse's action,
and having got their weight off the saddle
on to their left leg, they stand in their
stirrups, and only preserve their equilib
rium, and set back into the saddle by a
sort of twist, which, has the appearance of
tne part ot a cork-screw that is turning in
the cork. When this movement is appar
ent, we may know that a fast trot would be
impossible. Should the pace increase, the
rider would find it hopeless to try and
screw back, therefore she would cease to
rise, and the sudden tightening of the
rein breaks the trot into a canter, and the
most beautiful action of the horse is lost.
The art of riding is in the hand. A horse
walks, trots or gallops, his worst or hia
best, according to the handling he receives.
Keep the left "knee slightly pressed to the
saddle, and rise from it by the muscular
action of the limb liotn the knee to the
waist, rather than give pressure of the foot
in the stirrup. The stirrup is intended
rather to rest the leg than for anything
A spur is never needed. There is no
horse that a woman cannot ride without
one that she will be better able to get on
with by having a spur. Try and let a
horse understand what you want him to
. do, and in nine cases out of ten, if you
. can do this, he will do what is required
much abetter for himself than you can
teach him. Usually the rider is uncertain,
first, what she wants done; then, often, if
leaping is intended, her courage fails her,
her nervousness is insiantly communicated
to the horse the reins are more instan-
tancous conductors tnan any teiegrapn I
wireevercould be; and then he is blamed,
when thus hurried and confused, for mis
understanding and blundering through
' what, if left to himself, he would have
done perfectly welL Always have both
hands ready fore the reins, so that at any
moment, by taking them two in each hand,
the most perfect control is obtained. A
horse cannot turn if you keep his head
straight, the hand low, and the whip held
upward across the rider's kness. It is
then reafly, without difficulty, for instant
ly strikir the horse on either shoulder or
flank, as I ybe needed. A whip should
not be eg M for ornament but use ; and
should n . touch a horse but in chastise
ment Unless it be carried upright in this
way, it is impossible to avoid iu constantly
tickling the right flank. This distracts a
restive horse, and the most unimpressible
acquire a kind of motion which is very
ugly. Lynchburg Republican.
Mb. Greeley sent 8 letter to a friend
the other day, declining to serve as one of
a committee on political affairs in New
York city. The recipient, it is said, unable
to decipher the epistle, passed it over to a
neighbor of the philosopher of Chap
paqua, who read it before the Agricultural
Society as an essay on the advantages of
cultivating tha ever-blooming variety of
Maxt Tears ago there lived an Emperoi
who cared so verv much about ha vine new
clothea that he spent all his money merely
lor tne sake ot being very smartly dressed.
He did not care much about his troops ;
he did not care cither about going to the
play or driving out, unless it were that he
might show his new clothes. He had a
new suit for every hour in the day ; and, as
one usually says of a King or Emperor, he
held a private council, so of ltim it was
said, his Majesty sat in council with his
In the large town where he resided
people led a merry life. Day after day
iresn visitors arrived at court ; one day,
too, a couple of swindlers, who called
themselves first rate weavers, made their
appearance. Ihcy pretended that they
were able to weave the richest stctTs, in
which not only the colors and patterns
were, extremely beautiful, but that the
clothes made of such stulTs possessed the
wonderful property of remaining invisible
to nun who was unlit for the office he held,
or who was extremely silly.
" What capital clothes they must be!
thought the Emneror. " If I bad but
suit, I could directly find ont what penpli
in my empire were not equal to their office
and, besides, I should be able to distinguish
the clever from . the stupid. By Jove, I
must have some of this stuff made directly
for me I " And so he ordered large sums
of money to be given to the swindlers.
that they might set to work immediately.
The men erected two looms, and did as
if they worked very diligently; but
reality they had nothing on- the loom.
They boldly demanded the finest silk and
gold thread, put it aJ ui their own pockets,
and worked away at the empty loom till
quite late at night.
" I should like to know how the two
weavers are getting alone with mv stuff.'
said the Emperor, one day, to himself:
but he was rather embarrassed when he
remembered that a siily fellow, or one un
fitted for his office, would not be able to
see the stuff. 'Tis true, he thought, as far
as regarded himself, there was no risk
whatever; but jet he preferred sending
some one else, to bring him intelligence
of the two weavers, and how they were
fretting on before he went himself. Every
body in tne wnoie town bad heard ot tne
wonderful property that this stuff was
said to possess, and all were curious to
know how clever or foolish their neigh-
Dors might be touna to be.
" I will send my worthy old minister.'
said the Emperor at last, after much con
sideration; "he will be able to say how
the stuff looks better than anybody; for
ne is a man ot understanding, and no one
can be found more fittteJ than he."
So the worthy old minister went to the
room where the two swindlers were work
ing away with all their might and main.
Liord neip mer thought the old man,
opening his eyes as wide as possible;
why 1 can t see the least thine whatever
on the loom!" But he took care not to
give voice to his thoughts.
The swindlers begged him most politely
to have the goodness to approach nearer
to the looms; and then pointing to the
empty frame, asked him if the colors were
not of great beauty. And the poor old
minister looked, and looked, and could
see nothing whatever, for, indeed there
was nothing ' at all there. "Bless me!"
thought he to himself, " am I, then, really
a simpleton? Well. I never thought so.
and nobody dare know it. I not fit ior
my office! No, nothing on earth shall
make me say that I have not seen the
" Well, sir," said one of the swindlers.
still working busily, " you don t say if the
stun pieases you or not.
un, beautiful, beautitul ! the work is
admirable!" said the old minister, looking
at tne beam through tns spectacles, " mis
pattern and these colors welL well;
shall not fail to tell the Emperor that both
are most beautiful."
Well, we shall be delighted if you do
so, said the swindlers; and named the
different colors and patterns which were
in tne stun. The old minister listened at
tentively to what they said, in order that
he might be able to repeat all to the Em
The swindlers then asked for more
money, and silk, and gold thread, which
they said they wanted to finish the piece
they had begun. But they put, as before.
all that was given to them into their own
pocket, and still continued to work with
apparent diligence at the empty loom.
Some time after the Emperor sent
another officer to see how the work was
getting on, and if the piece of broadcloth
would soon be finished. But he fared like
the other. He stared at the loom from
every side; but as there was nothing
there, of course he could only see the
empty frame.
" Does the stuff not please you as much
as it did the minister ?" asked the men,
making the same gestures as before, and
talking of splendid colors and of patterns
which did not exist
" Stupid I certainly am not," thought
the new commissioner ; " then it must be
that I am not fitted for the lucrative office.
That were a good joke! -However, no
one dare even suspect such a thing." And
so he began praising the stuff he could
not see, and told the two swindlers how
pleased he was to behold such beautiful
colors and such charming patterns. " In
deed, your Majesty, said he to the Em
peror, on his return, " the stuff which the
weavers are making is extraordinarily
The magnificent brocade that the Em
peror was having woven at his own ex
pense was tlie talk of the whole town.
The Emperor wished to see the costly
stuff while it was on the loom ; so, ac
companies by a chosen train of courtiers,
among whom were the two trusty men
who had so admired the work, off he went
the two cunning cheats. As soon as
they heard of the Emperor's approach,
they began working with all dilligence,
although as yet there was not a single
thread on the loom.
"Is it not magnificent?" said the two
officers of the crown. " Will your Majesty
only look? What a charming pattern!
what beautiful colors!" said t'uey, point
ing to the empty frames, for they thought
the others could really see the stuff.
What s the meaning of this? said the
Emperor to himself, " I see nothing ! This
- terrible matter! Am I a Rim nip ton.
or am I not fit to be Emperor ? Why, that
the worst that could happen to me.
Oh, charming; the stuff is really charm
ing," said he then ; " I approve it highly !"
And he smiled graciously, and examined
the empty looms minutely; for he would
not for all the world say that he could not
see what his two officers had so much
praised. The whole suite strained their
eyes to discover something on the looms,
but they could see as little as the others.
At the same time, in order to please their
mastcr the Emperor, they all cried, " Oh,
how beautiful !" atd counseled his Majesty
have new robes made of this magnifi
cent stuff, for the grand procession which
was about to take place. "Excellent!
charming!" was echoed from mouth to
mouth, and all were extremely pleased.
The Emperor was as satisfied as his cour
tiers, and conferred on each of the cheats
an order, which they were to wear in
their button-hole, and gave them the title
"Knights of the most honorable Order
the Loom."
The night preceding the day on which
the procession was to take place, the two
men stayed up all night, and had sixteen
candles burning; so that everybody might
see how they worked to get the Emperor's
new dress ready in proper time. They
pretended to unroll the stuff from the
loom ; they cut in the air with their scis
sors, and sewed with needles that had no
thread. "Now, then," said they, "the
Emperor's new suit is ready at last"
The Emperor than made his appearance
in the chamber of his two knights of the
loom, accompanied by his chamberlains of
tne highest rank ; and tne two cneats neia
up tbeir arms as though they had some
thing in their hands, and said : " Here are
your Majesty's knee breeches, here is the
coat, and here the mantle. The whole
suit is as light as a cobweb ; and when one
is dressed one would almost fancy one had
nothing on ; but that is just the beauty of
this stun r
" Of course," said all the courtiers, al
though not a single one of them could see
anything of the clothes.
. " Will your imperial Majesty most
graciously be pleased to undress? W
will then try on the new things before the
The Emperor allowed himself to be un
dressed, and then the two cheats did ex
actly as if each one helped him on with an
article of dress, while his Majesty turned
round himself on all sides before the
"How well the dress becomes your
Majesty! and how well all fits! What a
pattern ! What colors ! This is, indeed, a
dress worthy of a King!
"The canopy which is to be borne
above your Majesty in the procession is in
readiness without, announced the chief
master of the ceremonies.
"I am Quite ready," replied the Em
peror. " Do my new things sit well ?
asked he, turning round once more before
the looking-glass in order that it might
appear that he examined tne dress very
The pages who were to carry the Em
perw's train felt about on the ground as
if to lift up the end of the mantle, and
did exactly as if they were carrying some
thing, tor they also did not wish to betray
simplicity or unfitness for their post
And so the Emperor walked on under
the high canopy, through the streets of
tne metronolis. and all tne people in tne
streets and at the windows cried out, "Oh,
how beautiful the Emperor's new dress is !
what a splendid train ! and the mantle,
how well it sits !"
In short there was nobody but wished
to cheat himself into the belief that he
saw the highly valued clothes, for other
wise he would have to acknowledge him-
eit-her a simpleton or an awkward fellow.
As yet none of the Emperor's dresses had
m ;t with such approval as the suit made
by tne two weavers.
" But the Emperor has nothing on 1" said
little child. "Ah, hear the voice of in
nocense !" said the father, and one person
whispered to another what the child had
' But he really has nothing on !" ex
claimed at last all the people. This vexed
the Emperor, for he felt that they were
right, but he thought "However, I must
bear the thing to the end!" And the
pages placed themselves further from him,
as if they were carrying a train which did
not even exist
A Cherokee Legend.
Every mountain, valley and cascade of
Northern Georgia has an Indian tradition
connected with its history. The Chero-
kees used to relate one which they said oc
curred at Toccoa Falls many years before
the white men came to their country.
They were waging a fierce war with a
powerful tribe who lived on the lowlands
southward. During a hard-fought battle
so happened that th Oherokees made
captive a dozen of their foes, whom they
brought home to their country securely
bound. Their intention was to sacrifice
the prisoners ; but as they wished the cere
mony to be imposing on account of the
fame ot the captives, it was resolved to
postpone the sacrifice till the time of the
full moon, in the meantime, tne unero
kee braves went forth again to battle, while
the prisoners, now bound more strongly
than ever, were left in a wigwam near
Toccoa, in charge of an old woman noted
ior her savage patriotism.
borne days passed, ana as tne unfortu
nate enemies lay in the lodge of the old
woman, she dealt out to them a scanty
supply of food and water. They besought
her to release them, and offered her the
most valuable bribes; but she held her
tongue, and remained faithful to her trust
was now a morning of a pleasant day,
when an Indian boy called at the door ot
the old woman s lodge, and told her that
saw a party of their enemies on the
other side of the mountain a few hours
previous, and it was probable they were
coming to tne rescue ot their fellows.
ehe heard the intelligence in silence.
Re-entering the lodge, another ap
peal for freedom 'was made, and the
prisoners were delighted to see a smile
playing upon the countenance of their
keeper. She told them she had relented.
and promised that she would let them es
cape : but it must be cn certain conditions.
They were first to give into her hands
what few personal effects they had left,
must depart at dead of night, and that
they might not find their way back, must
consent to go blindedj for two miles
through a thick wood into an open coun
try, where she would release them.
The prisoners gladly consented, ana as
the hour of midnight approached it was
accompanied by a heavy thunder-storm.
The night and the contemplated deed
were admirably suited. She tied leather
bands over the eyes of her captives, and
having severed the thongs which fastened
their feet, led them forth with hands still
bound behind their backs. They were
fastened to each other by tough withes,
and were in this way led on toward their
promised freedom, intricate, winding,
tedious was the way; but not a murmur
was heard or a word spoken.
Now the strange procession reached a
leyel spot of ground, and the prisoners
began to step more freely. Now they
have reached the precipice of Teccoa
and, as the woman walks to the very edge,
makes a sudden torn, and the blind
captives are launched into the abyss be
low. A howl of savage triumph echoes
through the air from the old woman-fiend,
with the groans of the dying in her
ears and the lightning in her path, she
retraces her steps to the lodge to seek re
pose, and on the morrow to proclaim her
cruel deed.
"Five Years in One Place."
In view of the distressing scarcity of
competent girls to do housework, just
now prevailing in the western part of this
city, the following incident is in order:
girl called at the residence of a gentle
man on High street, to apply for a place in
answer to an advertisement The lady of
house asked for her references.
I have lived five years at my last
place," said the girl ; "if you want to know
more about me, ask Father Hawley."
i ne iaay was favorably impressed with
girl who had lived five years without
changing her place, but concluded to call
Father Hawley.
do you Know a girl named so-and-so? '
" Yes."
" She lived five years in her last place ?"
" Yes."
All correct so far. But as the lady
turned to go, Father Hawley inquired :
"Do you xnow wnere her last place
No, she didnt mention that"
" It too at the State priion."
The story is a good one, but while we
smile in reading it, we cannot help asking
question what a woman, who is com
pelled to snow sucn a recora oi service, is
do, if all the doors of honest employ
ment are closed to her because of it ?
Hartford Courant.
The Story of a pet Bird.
Thb following charming account of a
pet bird, illustrating in a remarKable de
gree the power of kindness, was written
by the owner to a female friend ; and that
friend, as we think, very properly, has fur
nished a copy for publication. All who
attended the last meeting of the American
fomoiogical Convention, held in iniia
delphia, will remember the wonderful col
lection of fruits, and especially will they
remember the remarkable exhibition of
grapes, from the fruit establishment of
Hetty B. Trimble, of West Chester. Penn
sylvania. To that lady . we are indebted
for the story of this little sparrow her
pet Bessie.
It is well known by others as well as
ornithologists that female birds will re
turn year after year to the same home;
but has it ever been proved be lore that we
same couole of birds remain true to each
other as long as both do live ? Or has it
ever been known before that both the in
stinct for migration and the affection for
mate and utile ones have been overborne
by an attachment to a human friend ?
Those familiar with the Song Sparrow
(Fringilla Melodia) will recognize it at
once in Miss Trimble's account We be
gin to hear it now (early in March)--the
first of the sinzing birds of spring. The
note is a short one. but exquisitely beauti
fulexceeded only by the melody of the
wood room, sometimes they are so nu
merous about country gardens that in the
early mornings there will be a perfect
ground-swell of melody probably one of
me sweetest souneis wis siuo lue suue.
" I am no ornithologist ; but I suppose
my little net was a song sparrow a little
bird of very Quaker-like plumage shades
of brown and gray, but as trig and neat as
any little bird could well be.
" The winter of 1859 was very cold. A
young friend who was then living with us
was coming home one evening, and found
his little bird lying on a snowdrift, appar
ently frozen to death ; but holding it in
his hands a few moments, found there was
little fluttering motion of the heart He
ran up stairs to the parlor register, and by
warmth and kindness brought it to. It
was some days, however, before she re
covered entirely. She was then turned
loose in the conservatory, where she
seemed perfectly happy, darting in and
out among my flowers. At first, we heard
only timid, low notes from her; but as
she became accustomed to us, and knew
she had nothing to fear, there was often
one gush of melody after another.
" In the spring the birds began to re
turn to their sumer homes birds of her
own kind, as well as others ; but she paid
no heed to them for some time. However,
one day we were startled by a long, loud
cry from her, so unusual that every one
ran into the conservatory to see what had
happened. A little bird was on the out
side trying to get in. The window was
opened; she flew to meet him; and such
a joyous meeting it was. The meeting of
human lovers after a long separation could
not more plainly tell the story of affection.
Soon a snow squall came np, and she was
too tender to breast it and tapped at the
window to be taken in. She remained
very contentedly until the weather was
quite settled. Now came her trouble, lie
wanted the nest to be built in a cedar tree
some 200 feet from the house; the would
not go. He perched himself in the
tree and sang his most charming
melodies; while she, on top of
the smoke-house, near the house, answered
him just as sweetly. But she would not
bndge from the position she had taken.
After the second day's maneuvering, he
began to give in little by little approach
ing the house. Finally, they compromised
the matter by building the nest in a goose
berry bush, near the smoke-house. This
was not to her mind; but still it was bet
ter than the far-off cedar tree.
" In time four pretty little brown birds
made their appearance. As soon as they
were out of the nest she coaxed them to
the house, where her feed table and bath
tub were always ready for her. Such a
pretty, happy little lamny they were!
"The next nest was just where the
wanted it in a jasmine bush trained
around one of the parlor windows. From
this nest came three little birds.
" Her table and bath tubs were again
brought into the conservatory the flowers
now being onto! doors. 1 he side sashes
were always open, and she brought all the
family to feed and bathe just as it pleased
her; and the glass doors into the parlor
being open, they would fly through the
house as if it was of out doors.
" Cold weather came once more, and the
mate and young birds disappeared; but
Bessie did not go. She tapped at the win
dow, and was again warmly welcomed to
her quarters amongst the flowers in the
" Here she spent another gay, happy
winter; and it was a constant source of
pleasure to us to watch her pretty, cun
ning ways, and listen to her sweet songs.
"In the next spring (1957) Bessie's
owner moved way, and she fell into my
possession a very welcome legacy.
" as before, the birds returned in the
spring ; but Bessie was quite indifferent to
them all. But one day, while we were at
the dinner-table, we heard what seemed to
be a loud, wild scream of joy. With one
accord, all rushed up stairs to the conserv
atory; and there, sure enough, was the
mate again. This was repeated every
spring while she lived. Whenever we
heard that peculiar, wild, joyous commo
tion, we knew that her mate had come;
and, on going to see, always found him
One year they raised three broods of
birds; and it was not an uncommon thing,
at that time, to see the parent birds and
the twelve young ones all feeding at the
same table the youngest yet so young
as to oe tea Dy tne old one.
" This little pet was with us seven years.
we never doubted her identity; but a
dipt feather and a defective toe made this
identity unmistakable.
" The same great joy was manifested to
ward her mate at each annual return in
the spring ; but the last one it seemed al
most beyond expression it even attracted
the attention cf the neighbors. I remem
ber one day an uncle of mine called us to
look at them. They would sing to each
other, bow their heads, flap their wing?,
fly down on the ground, roll over aud
over; in snort, tney acted as if they were
nearly crazy with happiness. Two or
three days alter this I heard a flutter in
the conservatory ; and, going to see what
was the matter, I found my little pet lying
ner ieea basin, in a spasm. 1 took her
up, stroked and patted her; and. as
the ht passed off, she nestled down in
my hand, and turned her head up to look
me. The bright eyes were swollen and
bloodshot Soon she had another spasm.
and another and another. Then her little
feet flew out, and soon she lay dead in my
hand. How it all comes back to me as I
write ! It seemed as if a dear little pet
child had been suddenly snatched fromns:
and as to the poor little mate, anything
more neartoroKen i never saw. there
was no more dashing about through the
house and out among the trees ; no more
gay songs ; but, instead, he moped about
with now and then a little low wail, that
seemed more like "ween." "weep" than
anything else. In the lall he went away
usual; but we never saw htm again to
know him.
" Bessie's conduct toward me was often
very amusing. Traits of character were
manifested that instinct will nt explain.
in the mornings I should begin water
ing my plants, or other work, before I
had attended to her wants, she would fol
low me about scolding and darting down
me as if she intended to peck my eyes
out ; and this would be continued until I
would quit all else and attend to her. But
after her breakfast she would come out to
where I was, perch on the nearest tree or
bush, and give me my pay iu one of her
sweetest eongi.-lndependet.
Successful Men.
A few days since, the head of one of
our most prominent banking firms pro
ceeded to Washington. He was accom
panied by an amanuensis, who wrote in
short-hand as be opened letters and ilicui
ed to him. When half of the journey was
accomplished, the stenographer returned
to New York to write out in full and dis
patch the answers to correspondents, and
the banker was joined by asecond, to whom
he dictated daring the remainder of the
trip. But a few years ago, this now mil
lionaire, whose name is familiar to every
one. was a poor farmer s boy. lie beg in
life with no rich or influential friends to
aid him, but was wholly dependent upon
his own exertions. He, however, possess
ed a stout heart and a resolute purpose,
and determined to inwrote evfrv moment.
The incident we have recorded above was
a result of this determination adhered to,
and reveals the secret of his great success.
Though he his hundreds ot subordinates
to do his bidding, and could devote him
self wholly to eise and enjoyment, he yet
labors constantly, not permuting even
hours of travel to pass unimproved. And
what is true of this individual, will be
found to be true of all successful self-made
men. They have begun their careers with
a keen realization of the importance ot
time, and of the necessity of making every
moment tell, it they would achieve pros
perity and eminence. Those who wait
upon luck, or a stroke of good fortune, to
carry them forward, will never niaRe pro
gress, however great may be their abilities.
" The Creater gives brains," declared
Montesquieu, " but he does not guarantee
There is a story told of a landholder,
who, unable to make a living from his
farm, and steadily running behindhand.
leased half of It to a peasant for a period of
years. At the end ot the time, the tenant
came to him with an offer to purchase.
Greatly surprised, the owner replied:
" This is exceedingly strange ; pray tell me
how it happens that while I could not live
upon twice as much land, for which I paid
no rent, you are regularly paying me two
hundred a year for your larm, and are able
in a few years to purchase it." The peas
ant replied ! " The reasen is plain you
sat still, and said, go; I got up, and said,
come: you lay in bed and enjoyed your es
tate ; I rose in the morning, and minded my
business." There is very much sound
sense in this homely response. While the
great mass of humanity take the world
easy, and wonder at the same time why
more " grist does not come to their mill, '
a few are at work early and late, improving
every moment, and they ultimately achieve
financial success.
The same is true of those engaged in
other than strictly business pursuits. No
matter what may be their surroundings,
their advantages or disadvantages of birth,
they are the successiui men who look upon
time as precious, and permit no ouu mo
ments to go to waste. Elihu Burritt, while
pursuing the avocation of a blacksmith.
mastered eighteen languages and twenty
two European dialects. Hale wrote his
UontemjHation while traveling on las cir
cuit Samuel Smiles tells us that one of
his friends, an eminent gentleman of
London, learned Latiu and French while
running bundles as an errand-bov in
Manchester. Dr. Mason Good, he adds,
translated "Lucretius" while riding about
the streets of London on professional -rieita.
Dr. Darwin composed nearly all his
works in the same way, while driving
about in his sulky from house to house in
the country writing down his thoughts
on little scraps of paper, which he carried
iirmiit with him for the nurnose. Dr.
Bumey learned French and Italian while
proceeding from one musical pupil to
another in the course of his profession.
Kirk White acquired a knowledge of Greek
while walking to and from a lawyer s
office. Daguesseau. one of the great chan
cellors of France, wrote a bulky and able
volume in the successive intervals ot wait
ing for dinner; and Madame De Gcnlis
composed several of her charming volumes
while waiting for the mncess to wnom
she gave her daily lessons. Stephenson
taught himself arithmetic and mensuration
while working as an engine-man during
the night-shifts." Watt taught himself
chemistry and mechanics while working
at his trade of a mathematical instrument
maker, at the same time that he was learn
ing German from a Swiss dyer.
And so we might go on, were it neces
sary, enumerating instances of what indi
viduals have achieved by employing all
their time. Generally speaking, the differ
ence between those who succeed and those
who do not succeed, may almost be said to
represent the difference between those
who improve their odd moments and those
who do not Hearth and Home.
Microscopic Wonders.
It is well known that the examination
of flowers and vegetables of every descrip
tion by the microscope opens a new and
interesting field of wonders to the inquir
ing naturalist Sir John Hill has given
the following curious account of what ap
peared on his examining a carnation :
The principal flower in an elegant
bouquet was a carnation ; the fragrance of
this led me to enjoy it frequently and
near. The sense of smelling was not the
only one affected on these occasions.
While that was satisfied with the powerf al
sweet, the ear was constantly attacked by
an extremely soft, but agreeable murmuring
sound. It was easy to know that some
animal within the covert must be the
musiciin, and that the little noise must
come from some little creature suited to
iroduce it I instantly distended the
ower part of the flower, and, placing it in
full light could discover troops of little
insects frisking with wild jollity among the
narrow pedestals that supported its leaves
and the little threads that occupied itscen
ter. . What a fragrant world for their hab
itation! What a perfect security from an
noyance in the dusky husk that sur
rounded the scene of action! Adapt
ing a microscope to take in at one
view the whole base of the flower, I
gave myself an opportunity of con
templating what they were about, and t his
it many days together, without giving
them the least disturbance. Thus 1 could
discover their economy, their passions and
their enjoyments. The microscope, on
this occasion, had given what nature
seemed to have denied to the objects of
contemplation. The base of the flower
extended itself under its (influence to a
vast plain; the slender stems of the leaves
became trunks of so many stately cedars ;
the threads in the middle seemed columns
massive structure, supporting at the top
their several oranments ; and the narrow
spaces between were enlarged into walks,
parterres and terraces. Oa the polished
bottom of these, brighter than Parian
marble, walked in pairs, a'one, or in
larger companies, the winged inhabitants ;
these from little dusky flies, for such only
the naked eye would have shown them
wem rniopd to plorioua. flittering animals.
stained with living purple, and with a
glossy gold thfit would have made all the
labors of the loom contemptible in the
comparison, I could, at leisure, as they
walked itogether, admire their elegant
limbs, their velvet shoulders and their
silken wings their backs vieiug with tie
empyrean in its blue ; and their eyes, each
formed of a thousand others, outglittered
the little nlnins on a brilliant; above de
scription, and almost too great for admira
tion. L
The Best Bread Source Work.
Dead Beats Extinct drummers.
The Best Substitute fob Silver
A Minister of the Exterior The
A Constant Gleaser The tax-gath
To rob a man of his money is to wound
him in the chest
The man who sat on a paper of tacks
said they reminded him of an income tax.
They are talking in California of build
ing a 12,000,000 ship canal by the aid of a
lottery. .
Consistency Asking a blessing before
eating, and abusing the victuals tnrougn
the entire mcaL
A wise man advertises extensively, be
cause he believes that many columns fur
nish a good support
A onAiNT old Srotch proverb runs thus
" An ounce of mother is worth a pound of
The policies of the Mutual Life Insur
ance Company, of Chicago, are not loaded
with unjust restrictions.
Rarer than the Phoenix," says De
Quincey, " is the virtuous man who will
consent to lose a good anecdote because it
is a lie.
If you were to die to-day, would you
lAve your family independent of charity ?
Insure in the Washington lue insurance
Company, of New 1 ork.
A brewer, who was a director in a
penny savings' bank, remarked, as the de
posits were added up at tne end oi tne
year: "Well, this represents thirty thou
sand pints of beer not drunk.
As Irishman meeting another, asked
him what had become of a mutual friend.
" Arrah, now, my dear honey," answered
he, "Paddy was condemned to be hanged,
but saved his life by dying in prison."
The following is an epitaph on the
death of a young lady engaged to be mar
ried :
"The weddins-dsT appointed was.
And wedding-dres provided ;
But ere the weddtne-day arrived
6ue sickened and ahe die did."
The head of f Vermont railroad shop
was applied to for permission to work on
Fast Day by a couple of men who were
noted for their laziness. Permission was
riven, "foresaid the chief, "you can't
either of you work hard enough to break
ii.. ,i
A showman in the State of Maine
wanted to exhibit an Egyptian mummy,
and attended at the court-house to obtain
permission. "What is it you want to
show?" inouired the iudge. "An Egyp
tian mummy more than three thousand
111 tVi ihnwnun " Three
years old," said the showman. "Three
thousand years old !" exclaimed the judge,
itimnins to his leel ; anu la me cruier
alive T
" Martha, my dear," said a loving hus
band to his spouse, who was several years
his junior, "what do you say to moving to
the Far West?" "Oh, I am delighted
with the idea! You recollect when air.
Morgan moved out there he was as poor as
w are; and m three years ne uieu, leav
ing his widow worth $100,000."
A cthious movement of the magnetic
needle was noticed by an observer in
Italy during the eclipse of the sun in De
cember last The needle followed its
usual course until the beginning of the
eclipse. It then retraced its steps till the
intnt nf totality, and immediately af
terward began to move westward until it
nna rcgnmua ut ew!.po.iw mwiujuwii
when the eclipse commenced.
That was a very happy unconscious
pun which Professor G , of Rochester
University, perpetrated in his class room
th ntherdav. He had been dilating to
some extent on the character and career of
Lylwarch Hen, the Norwegian poet and
wishing to illustrate the author's style, he
remarked: "I will read you one of his
lays." A slight smile came over tne faces
ot a few students at this, which gradually
spread, until the whole class was in a tu
mult of laughter before the Professor saw
his joke.
A physician of Newburyport, Mass,
as we learn from the Herald of that city,
wished last autumn to read a German
work in which a new theory of disease is
developed. The book had never been
translated, and he knew no word of Ger
man ; but since November he has learned
the language so as to translate the book,
which is somewhat remarkable, as works
of urienc are the most difficult reading to
one unfamiliar with the language in which
they are written. Few men of sixty
would undertake such a task.
Premium. A furrier In Port
land nnwmn. offers a premium of a hun
dred dollar set of furs, to be awarded by a
competent committee at the next Oregon
State Fair, to the lady who will exhibit
th lwst three loaves of bread, to be made
three consecutive bakings, not less than
one week apart, witn receipt ior lumuus,
inw nwn handwriting: and also will
state upon honor that her father, husband,
brother has not complained of missing
buttons on Sabbath mornings for the past
. . 11 1 .1.1. . nl.n MMrl
year: ana wno snau ue nuic -
. . H 1 1. IT 1 T .3 1 'I An
Hundred ana i amtec iuuuw
piano or organ, thus combining the useful
and ornamental.
Dr. Thomas Hume, an English physi-
.... - m . e r. F .Y.t.
cian, waited to tne oiueo ui u m
morning newspapers, and silently placed
upon the counter the announcement, oi mo
death of some friend, together with five
shillings, the usual charge lor the inser
tion of such advertisements. The clerk
glanced at the paper, tossed it on one side
and said grutiy, "Seven and six! I
have frequently," replied Hume, "had
occasion to publish these simple notices.
and I have never before been cnargea
more than five shillings." "Simple," re
peated the clerk, without looking up, 'he
ficvpn Anil MX i" Hume produced the ad
ditional half crown, and laid it deliberate
ly by the others, observing, as he did so,
with the same solemnity of tone he had
used throughout " Congratulate yourself,
sir, that this is an expense which your
executors will never be put to."
A School-boy's First Love Letter.
a, letter before, and
don't know just how to begin it; but I
know lots ot boys wno ao writ icmcis iu
irirls. and I'm most as big as they are.
Tommy Jones said he had got a letter
' . 1 T . 1 l.: r. ...
from someooay; a icaatu mu
me see it; in taking it from his
pocket it fell into a mud-puddle. I
was never so tickled in my life; but
cried like everything. I like you
real well, for you are a Democrat,
and Old School Baptist, and have been to
the city. I saw you at church last Sab
bath. You have a new bonnet I like
new bonnets ; and some time, you know, I
shall get you a new bonnet almost every
,uv I shall learn to build houses, and
you can wash the dishes and make pan
cakes. I like pan-cakes; don't you? I
don t like molasses a on ; h is rei uaoiv
stuff. I hope you don't like it either, for I
shall not have a bit in our house, and it
wouldn't look well to quarrel about mo
lasses ; and I wouldn't strike a girl when
she's a woman ; when I get some money
m going to buy you some cologne ; I shall
turn some out for me, so when I come to
see you I can perfume my handkerchief. I
can't write any more now. The school
mam is looking this way. l ou Bee sne
don't kntiw what true love is. it you
haven't any paper, I'll give yon a leave
out of new reader.
Youths' Department.
All God't little ereatnrea
In Held, and wood, and hill.
In rammer and in winter.
Are brave and bory (till :
They are not heard complaining.
In annehine or in raining ;
They work to ret a living.
Each in hfo honest wav ;
And never waste in fretting.
Or carelessly fonrettinir.
In greediness or striving.
One hour of any day.
Their voices fill with masie
Each Held, and wood, and hill.
In summer and in winter
Brave and busy still ;
Brave and bnsy, brave and bony.
Brave and busy still 1
If I could speak their language,
I'd go to wood and hill.
Ar.d ask them bow tbey keep ao
Brave and busy still.
Perhaps they would not know me.
Perhaps they would not show me.
Perhaps they could wit teach it
The secret of their ways;
But if they would not te'il me,
I'd eoax some one to sell me,
80 much, I would beseech it.
The rule by which their daya
Go on, so full of music.
In field, and wood, and hill.
In summer and in winter,
80 brave and bnty still;
Brave and busy, brave and busy.
Brave and bnsy still I
But if the little creatures
In field, and wood, and hill.
The secret of their keeping
So brave and busy still.
Will not so much as teach ne,
They shall not overreach me;
For I will find some other
Good way, all ot my own;
Not one of them shaU beat me;
They'll think I am their brother
Soon as they hear the tone.
In which, with merry music.
My father's house I fill.
In summer and in winter.
Brave and bnsv still ;
Brave and busy, brave and busy.
Brave and busy still I
Hearth and Home.
I have had a good time, a very good
time. I've been over to grandpa's. My
cousin Dick is there.
My father and Dick s father are real
brothers. They are stopping at grand
pa's. I like Dick. He Is a city boy, and
knows a great deal. He wears fine clothes.
They are almost too nice to sit down in.
and his boots shine so you can see your
face in them.
He's older than I am. He's taller. He
owns a sweet little pony. I should wish
it was mine if it wasn t wicked to do so.
He savs be would like to live on a farm.
They don't have farms in Boston, where
he lives. I wonder where they get eggs,
and butter, and other things.
Dick has got parlor states. 'I hey have
rollers on them, and you can skate in the
house. He brought me a large rocking
horse with a real horse's tail to it
I made believe I am a soldier. Dick
made me a soldier cap out of a Youth?
Companion, and l tied a scan around my
Then we played highwaymen. Dick
held my horse. He said I must give up
my money. 1 did. 1 only had a cent, but
I told him I would owe him the rest
He said " Debt is a very bad thing."
think so, too. I owed Peter Cole three
pins for a rosy cake, and it worried me
about paying it The first three pins I got
I gave Peter Cole, lie manned me. lie
said I was honest I was little then, and I
meant to say " Honesty is the best policy.'
But I didn't. I aeid " Honesty is the beat
ewr langnea ont rrai loua.
Dick is a very obliging boy, J.wilr do
inst what I want him to. We played ani-
ma is, ana maae oeueve ue some junet ui
. , , 1 - l: j r
beast and the otner was to guess wnai
animal we meant to be.
I growled. Dick said that was a wea
sel's squeak. I meant it for a -bear. I
guess I haven't got a very gruff voice.
Dick made a growi. 1 inougni ne meant
it for a lion. I said so. He said it was a
rat caught in a trap.
I like that play, out 11 was tiresome.
Then we played war.
We put two chairs together and covered
them with grandma's shawL and put three
piljows behind them for men.
We threw a runner nan at mem. 1 Kill
ed two men. Pillow-men, I. mean. I
shouldn't like U kill a real live man. He
might not like it I should think it was
unpleasant to be killed.
Dick is a very brave boy. He is not
afraid to be out after dark. We played
night at grandpa's. We pulled the cur
tains down, and then we rolled the big
cricket over the floor. That was for thun
der. Dick flashed a match. That was for
This was our play for a storm at sea.
The sofa was our ship. Dick was cap
tain, and I was a passenger. Dick has
been in a storm, and he tuows ail about
it If it was like this, it must have been
Grandpa came in, and we got htm to
make believe he was another ship. He
was very willing to. He is real obliging.
Our ship rolled, and I tumbled over
board. Grandpa saved me. I was very
much obliged to him. He said it
wouldn't do to have Johnny Punks lost
at sea. I am Johnny Punks with grand
Grandma then came in and said she
had never heard such a noise in all her
born days. She was mistaken. It was a
great deal noisier when they were putting
up the stove in the parlor.
Grandma thinks boys are always noisy.
I guess they can't help it very well. They
have noise in them and it must come out
Grandpa tells her that quiet boys are al
most always in mischief. I think he
ought to know. He was a boy once him
self. It must oe a good many years agu.
I wonder if he remembers it I guess he
was a very, very quiet boy for he says he
was always in mischief. He's altered
since. He didn't know gradma then.
Dick wanted to play tag, but grandma
said it was too noisy for the house. We
went to the bam. We looked at the pony,
and Dick said we had better go ride on it
We got on. I rode first, and Dick held
me. . .
We rode over to mother s and then went
down to the brook. It was froze over. I
guess the fishes had shut up their houses
tor the winter. It looked so.
We called at the store and bought two
candy sticks. Dick did. He gave me
one. It was very good. I would like an
other just like it now. It is very cheap,
only one cent a stick. I should think Mr.
. , ... r. 1 - 1 c
Uooding wouia eat 11 oiien muiscii.
Ml. Gooding is our storeKeeper. ne
says he likes me. I don t know why. I
buy all my candy there. Perhaps, that's
the reason.
Dick and I forgot to play tag. It does
not matter much.
Dick likes to see Joe milk the cows.
Joe is Grandpa's hired man, and he is a
verv rood man. He's funny, and can
make pictures on the barn with a black
stick. He made a picture of me as I shall
look when I grow up. It had whiskers.
I don't expect to have any. I may alter
my mind. But I have had a good time
with Cousin Dick, a very, very good time.
Youth' 1 Companion.
Help Your Mother.
The throne of Prussia has been occupied
by monarchs with some of whose names
pleasant memories have been retained.
One of these, we are 10111, was one eiay a
little annoyed at having to ring his bell
more than once without any one answer
ing it On opening the door of his cabi
net and entering the ante-chamber he was
surprised to find hia page fast asleep in a
chair. His first Impulse was to awaken
him, and had he done so, so doubt ha .
would have done H rather roughly. On
coming np to the sleeper, however, a play
ful thought seemed to seize his majesty
(for kings are but men,) and he resolved
to amuse himself a little at the page's ex
pense. There was hanging- partly out of the
boys' pocket a paper,. on which, the king?
observed something was written. . Hia
curiosity was excited. He would gratify
it It would be mean for a fellow-servant
to do such a thin?, no doubt, but it was
different with him. Did he not wear a
crown? So he quietly leaned forward,
and as stealthily as any London pick
pocket, extracted the letter, and retreated
into the royal apartment
Taking his seat he opened it; and with
a gleam of amusement in his eye, he com
menced reading. The letter was from the
boy's mother, and was as follows :
" Mr Dkab Sow: I return yoa aiany thanks for
the money you saved from your salary, and sent
to me. It has proved a very great help to me.
God will certainly reward yon, my dear boy, tor
It, and if you continue to serve yonr God and your
king raithfully and conscientiously, you will sot
fail of success and prosperity in this world. From
yonr loving mother. Mart
By tbe time the king bad finished the
letter, his amused look had given place to
an expression of admiration, justice and
"Worthy boy," he exclaimed, "and
equally worthy mother. The act shall be
rewarded." And then, stepping softly
into his closet he fetched a number of
ducats (worth 9s. 6L each) and put them,
with the letter, into the boy's pocket
After this he rang the bell violently,
which brought the page into his presence.
"You have been asleep, I suppose,"
said the king. .
The page stammered out an excuse; and
in doing so he put his band into his pocket,
and felt the money. Pale, and with his
eyes full of tears, he looked at the king
"WhatU the matter with you?" said
his Majesty.
Oh," replied the boy," "somebody has
contrived my ruin ; I know nothing of this
money !"
"'What God bestows,'" resumed the
king, nsing a German pr"erb, " ' he be
stows in sleep ;' seed the money to your
mother, ani cive my respects to her, and
tell her that I will take care of both her
and you."
It was with a light heart the page wrote
home his next letter. Although the
reader may have no royal master to re
ward his virtue, he may still, by being
kind to his mother, if he have one, enjoy
that which after all was the principal in
gredient in the boy's cup of happiness,
namely, the satisfaction of denying one's
self of .'something for the sake of her,
who sacrificed so much for us in our infancy.
"The Wheelbarrow Business."
" It is related of Guard that when a
young tradesman having bought of him
and paid for a bag of colTee, proceeded to
wheel it home himself, the shrewd old
merchant immediately offered to trust hia
customer for as many bags as he might de
sire. The trait of character revealed by
the young man in being his own porter,
had given the millionaire confidence in
him at once. His reputation was made
with Girard. He became a favored
dealer with the enterprising merchant,
throve rapidly, and in the end made a for
tune." Exchange.
That sort of thing might have worked
well enough with old Girard, but it don't
fool anybody now. I have tried it I
bought half a pound of tea at Penderry's
the other day, aft r reading the above
paragraph, and wheeled it home in the
most ostentatious manner, just to see if
Penderry,-who was looking on, wouldn't
offer to trust me for all the tea that I
wanted, but he didn't On the contrary,
I heard him speak up sharp to a clerk as
I went around the corner, asking him if
that tea was paid for?
I afterward took a wheelbarrow and
went to a flourstore on Central avenue ;
bought a small bag of flour, twenty-five
pounds, I think, and loaded it on, the
head of the concern looking at me with,
apparent interest
" Now," I thought " is my opportunity.
This is a Girard feller. He will tell me
to come and get all the flour I can wheel
away, and pay when I get ready. Per
haps he will offer mca partnership m fciav
Then I spat on mv hands and whipped
them over my shoulders to euwmago a
vigorous circulation, rubbed them to
gether smartly, and, clutching the han
dles of the barrow, started off at a brisk
trot I had proceeded about a square
when I heard some one shouting after me.
Looked around, and saw the jBour man
coming on a dead run.
" Ha, ha !" thought L " the thing works
admirably. The example of Steve Girard
is not lost I have revealed a trait of char
acter in being my own porter, to say noth
ing of my beer, and my fortune is made f
The flour and feed man recognizes my mer
its, and comes to offer me a partnership !"
As he approached I saw he had some
money in his hand. " He is at least" I
said, " going to return me my money."
There was a severe look on his face as he
ctmeuptome which did not accord at
all with what I had pictured Girard'a
countenance to have worn when he gave
the carte blanche for coffee.
While reflecting that it might be " hS
way," he said : " Sir, I want you to go
right back to my store.
" It is coming now," thought I, though I
did not quite like his tone. " Wheelbar
rows are about to receive their reward.
He is going to offer me a partnership ; per
haps to turn over his entire business to
me." I was consequently elated.
Then I said to the flour and feed man
(just as though I didn't know, you know,
the clever things he meant to do for me),
May I inquire for what purpose, sir?"
"Certainly, you may," he replied,
frowning worse than ever. " You shoved
this counterfeit bill to my clerk, and you
must come back till I get a policeman 1
Oh 1 von naedn't try to look so innocent!
'spicioned you when I saw you running
round to my store to get such a little jag
flour as that. Watched ye to see mas
ye didn't steal nothin'. You see you can t
fool an old hand."
TTer was a turn in affairs that wouia
astonish old Girard himself. I tried to
explain. Assured him that I supposed the
note to be genuine. He was incredulous
for a time, and was disposed h nave mo
locked up and the wheelbarrow detained
a witness, dui uiuujv j
redeeming the note.
The wheelbarrow Duaiue 10 " - -
bug A man can't mate a cnaraciex " "J
such way. And the chances are that he
will lose what little he starts out with.
Fat Contributor.
One of Sheridan's Jokes.
Sheridan was fond of practical jokes,
one of which he played off upon the
Duke of Devonshire. Sheridan was in
the habit of frequenting Dolly's chop
where he generally called for de
viled shin-bone of beef. One day, coming
rather K.ter than usual, ne was turn ui
1. .Ktn.Knno in trip larder was being
cooked for His Grace the Duke of Devon
shire. Sheridan, who Knew ra w"
.1 k .r.t onointAll With him.
took a seat within ear-shot of him, and
began a conversation wun a menu m
. r "I aiwavs imagined.
said he, " that Dolly's chop-house was one
the neatest establishments in London,
but I made a discovery this morning which
has convinced me that I was mistaken.
The Duke listened very aitenuveiy u
thn kitchen window " con
tinued Sheridan, "I observed a turn-spit
boy greedily gnawing a nnui-iwuc v.
Presently one of the cooks ran up to him,
and, giving him a blow on the neck, com
pelled him to drop his prize, "ioualrty
. .1 it. i iwinliin t vntl
little rascal, saiu mo w, i""'""
find something else to eat ? Here lye got
to cook this bone for the Duke of Devon
shire' " Soon after the conclusion of this
tale, a waiter entered the room, and ad
vanced to His Grace with a wvexed dish.
"Take it away t" roared the Duke, with a
face of great disgust "I can u
morsel of it" " Stay, war r '"said Sher
idan, humbly; ."bnng "
Grace can't eat it I can. i etch me a bot
tle of claret I dou't wish a better lunch
eon." , , ,
How to Find Steady Employment
Get inside the State prison.

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