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('COLFAX. - - LOUISIANA. THE THRUSH. The thrush sings high on the topmost bough Low. louder, low again: and now llHe has changed his tree-you know not how, For you saw no flitting wing. All thr notes of the forest-throng, Flute, reed sad string, are in h e song; Never a fear knows he. nor wrong, Nor a doubt of any thing. Small room for care in that soft breast; All weather :!'at comes is to him the best, While he sees his mate close on her nest, And the woods are full of spring. He has lost his last year's love. I know He, too-but 'tis little he keeps of woe; For a bird forgets in a year, and so No wonder the thrush can sing. -Atlantic M-mthly. THE PROD IGAL SON. Feeding Upon the Husks of Life in Australia. "Yes," said Ernest, thoughtfully stroking his big mustache, "I have been a Prodigal Son. I know the whole story. It wasn't a bit funny. If you doubt my words, just try it for your self; but pray don't blame me if you find that it hurts worse than a ruler on a wet hand. It is only fair to say that I was just an every-day bad boy, of a very com mon New York kind. You wouldn't have to go far, my dear, to find plenty of fellows who were worse and plenty more who were better than I. So, you see, I was not so bad as bad could be; oh, dear, no! Indeed. I had a kind heart, I am sure, and I just adored my little mother. I had heaps and heaps of good intentions, and when mamma cried and begged me not to be so wild and mischievous, why bless me. I would cry half the night with the realest kind of remorse, and promise--oh, so earn estly that I would turn over a new leaf and keep it turned over. I never knew a boy who could do more hard and bitter repenting in the course of a single night. But then daylight would come and I would forget-and, well, you know the rest, if you are not a boy of the Sunday-school book variety. "My father-what shall I say about him? I really suppose he ought to have been gadded himself, if people Fot what they deserved. But he had a lot of money to take care of, and he was awfully busy getting a lot more-I'm sure I don't know why, for he had more than we could ever spend. So it was only once in a while that he could stop long enough to weep over his har umscarum son. When he did stop, he used to say that there was enough origi nal sin in my small body to keep a mischief-mill running day and night. Then he would rawhide me till the welts on my back were criss-crossed like the shading on one of Mr. Thomas Nast's big cartoons, though I did not have much time to think of pictures then, I assure you. He always ended the performance with a lecture, in which I was infoimed that I was wilder and wickeder than a whole tribe of Western Indians, with squaws, papooses, Big Medicine Men and dogs thrown in. I never thought much of this joke, but it always seemed to cheer him up immensely. He would then go back to making money, and spoil me, just as he had done before, with plenty of spending money and un limited liberty to do as I please. Great humbugs, these rich and generous fathers, aren't they? "Well, with such a start, I don't think it was strange that in the middle of my Freshman year at college I was suddenly sent home to stay. Somebody had been playing pranks I was pounced upon. Lying not being one of my accomplishments, I admitted having a hand in the mischief. I wouldn't peach on my companions, so I was made a seapegoat. My father said his heart was broken. I had dis graced the family. The only thing he could do with me, he thought, was to send me traveling. Perhaps I might pick up some common sense in foreign lands. The next thing I knew I was on board the American packet ship 'Lib eity'n the midst of rambling waves, and bound for Australia. There was a lptter of credit in my pocket and a new pain in my heart-one, my dear, that Ihope you may never experience. "Did I eryP Now please don'task impertinent questions. Was 1 bome sick and miserable amid the wild waste of waters? Ah, my dear boy, you do not know how big and lonesome and awful the great sea makes this world feel. You never realize its size until you have been going for days and days, and days and days, and find the same circle of water about you, with no ap parent end in front. ton feel that the distance back to your beloved home can never be measured. At the same time your memory becomes very active, and events of a year ago are brought vividly before you. You can feel mamma's last kiss like a benediction upon your brow; y3ou can feel her soft warm arm about you, just when she held you elose and begged you, while big tears fell on your hair, to be a good boy, and come back very, very soon. Ok! oA! oa! how good you would be if you could only have those dear arms about you now! But all the money in the world could not take you back now. "So the big ship crept on. and na, and on, across the summer sea, until half of this huge world lay between me and my home "I was a hundred days older and felt a hundred years-when the 'Liberty' reached Melbourne. You don't know much about Melbourne, do youP Nor about Australia? O, yes; I'veno doubt you know just where the big red blot is on the map in your geography, and can tell me what that book says about the big island. But you have a very foggy idea about it in spite of that, I'11 wager my hat. You can not imagine what a great country it is, with mount ains and valleys and plains; with rivers I as big as the Bodson and citie s as lare ra Brooeklyan Why Melbourne is a br I city, with huge wharves and ware houses and elegant buildings and itreet cars, and noise and smoke, and big ships and steamers in the harbor, and thousands of people who never heard of the Brooklyn bridge or the Bartholdi statue! Just think of it! I tell you I realized these things when I landed in the big, strange city and knew there was not a man, woman or child there I had ever seen or heard of. Lonesome as I was on the ocean, I wasa thousand times more lonesome in this bustling place. so full of strange faces. I wanted to blubber right out in the streets, but of course I was enough of a man not to do that. '-As I said before, I had a letter of credit in my pocket. There was noth ing mean about my father, and he had given me documents which would en. able me to draw at the varidus banks in Australia £25 sterling, or over $200 a month. But I had been thinking the matter over. There was a very con siderable portion of the American eagle tucked away in my sixteen-year old body, and I was too independent for any thing. I made up my mind thatl would notuse'the letter of credit, or accept any further assistance from my father I would cast him off. He had chosen to turn me away from his home, I said to myself.. Never, never again would I touch a penny of his money. I would show him whether 1 was a good for naught, as he had said. My plan was to make a fortune in short order. Then I would return to New York, and as I unfolded my millions to the astonished gaze of my stern parent, I would snap my finger in his face and cry: "T 'Keep thy wealth, sirrah! I wish none of it!' "It gave me great comfort to repeat these words, and as I thought over -my coming trimuph I forgot all about my homesick feelings. "O dear! I don't believe you want to hear the rest of this story. It makes me blush to think of it. Well, if Imust, here goes. "1 very soon found out that Mel bourne was full of men who had come from distant lands to get rich quickly in the Land of Promise. The city was full of strangers of every sort; English men, Irishmen, Americans, Spaniards, Chinamen, and I don't know what all. It was a pretty rough crowd, if the truth must be told. They were all talking of the gold fields and the sheep pastures, andI soon found out that these were considered the two royal roads to for tune. I mingled with the rough, rest less crowd, and my ears burned with the stories I heard of fabulous nuggets of gold picked up in the new El Dorado. Men looked at my smooth, boyish face, and my stylish clothes, with some astonishment, but they were accustomed to see all sorts of men and boys among them, for the gold fever is by no means a poor man's disease, and ministers and miners often worked side by side, cradling for the precious mineral which makes the world so miserable. "One day I fell in with a smooth, sleek man who took a great interest in me. I told him all about myself and my plans for astonishing the governor. He said I was a brave fellow, and ad vised me to join his party, which was getting ready for the gold fields. I was only too glad to accept. When I woke up one morning and found that my new friend had walked off with my new clothes, my gold watch, my letter of credit, and all my money, I began to lose faith in the gold fields. The rascal had left me his well-worn clothes, and, to show that he still had a conscience. he had placed a couple of gold sover eigns in the vest pocket "So I tried sheep-raising, perforce. Now, I don't think I care to say much about the two years I spent, three hun dred miles from Melbourne, working for a farmer at seven English shillings a week. It was not a life to brag about. For a young man seeking his fortune it was not a success. If you could have seen Ernest Travers, the son of a rich man, shelling dried peas, and helping to wash sheep, and curry ing horses, all for the princely sum of a dollar and a half a week and his board, I don't think you would have envied the Prodigal Son a bit I don't care to tell how many quarts of tears I shed on those peas,or how many, many times I vowed that if I ever got home in I would be agood boy forever r. I hoarded the pennies bint they came slowly. "One day, after two years of this life, I threw down my spade w' ove I was digging, and started on foot for Melbourne. Do you know whi t. t we to walk three hundred miles over a rough oountrt I hope you never wilL When I reached Melbourne my clothes werm in tatters and my shoes were all uppers. Iwas so stiff that it took me an hour to walk half a mile, and the big blisters on my feet often made me cry with pain, and I was no baby either. Iwas a pretty looking specta cle! On the road a big tramp took away my little hoard of money, and all I had left was a few shillings which he had overlooked. I had intended to go home as a steerage passenger. Now I must work my passage. "But this was notso easy. Sea cap tains looked at my ragged clothes and tangled hair, laaghe- ad said they didn't want any help. "I slept at a tramps' lodging-house atbestitwas almost that. For a six pence you bought a ticket entitling you toa night's lodging, such as it was. I ate stale rolls, and thought them good. I had no money to buy better fare with. Every day I passed the bank to whleh had had letters of introduction, but pride kept me from going in. "One night I spent my last sixpenee for a loding ticket By some chance that nigt the man who took Up the tickets passed me by. I kept the ticket in my pocket and wondered if I could get another night's lodging out of it. The next da ihad nothing to eat. Latein the aternoon I swallowed my prMlde-d it was all I had left to swal low-and went into the bank. "'Have you any mail for Irnest Travers?' I asked. "The clerk looked at me curiously. ",What 1est TraversP' he asked. "I mentioned my father's name and address. " 'Walt a moment,' said the clerk. He went into an inner oMce, and I heard whispering voices and saw curl ous faces peering at me through the ie 4dooru The ropm was w +rouad and my head felt light and 'id dy and queer. My heart was beating. wildly, yet I wanted to laugh, and all the while I was suffering cruel agonies of apprehension. O, how hungry I was! "When the clerk came back and told me to call again the next morning at ten. I smiled and winked at him famil iarly, and staggered out of the door. My heart felt as if it would burst. I made one final effort to find work on a ship. In vain. Then I wandered through the streets and looked at the good things to eat in the bake-shop windows. I thought of my dear mother and prayed through blinding tears that I might see her just once be fore I died. It was not death I feared, but to die so far away. "When nightfall came I crept back to the lodging house. I smiled once to think of the chance which gave me shelter for one more night. When the man came around to tate the tickets I handed him mine. It was a blue one. He handed it back to me. "'That's the wrong color for to night,' he said. 'Pay or git!' "So I spent the night in the streets -the longest, darkest, most awful night of mm life. "Well, that ends the story of the Prodigal Son," said Earnest, drawing a long sigh. "When I reached the bank the next morning at ten, the first face I saw was the big, good-natured face of Captain Coffin, the master of the packet 'Liberty.' It was the first familiar face I had seen in two years. It looked to me like the face of an angel. "'Captain Coffin!' I shouted. '0 God, I thank thee!" "'Yes, that are the lad,' said the hearty old sailor man. 'Ben on a lee shore, hain't ye, boy?' "And then I learned how I had been cabled about and advertised for until the bank was overrun with pretended Ernest Traverses."--. W. Raymonrd, in Christian Union. GLASSES FOR DUDES. A New York Optician Who Keeps Eye Glasses for These Individuais. In a leading up town optician's store a sign is hung which attraots a great deal of attention and excites not a little curiosity. It is neatly painted on a piece of white cardboard, and reads: DUDE8' GLASE$.. "Will you let me look at some of those dudes' glasses?" asked a re porter. The obligino attendant drew out a tray which hsl on it a number of dif ferent colored glasses and placed them before the scribe. "What color do you wish?" he asked, "brown? or here is a very nice light blue that is very popu lar. "Do people use colored eye-glasses?" "0, yes; they are very popular just now." "Why?" "-Because a certain English society man who has been in this city has been wearing them, and now there is a good demand for them." "Is there any pretense to having them adjusted to the sight?" "Hardly any. It seems to be simply a question of taste or preference." "But calling them dudes' glasses- " "Now, you may think some persons would be offended at the wording of that sign, but they never appear to be. They come in boldly and ask fordudes' glasses without a falter. That is why I hung that placard up. But dudes are not my only customers. Agreat many persons who would be very much offended were the word dude applied to them are beginning to use these glasses under the impression that it gives them a much more distinguished appearance." "Do ladies ever wear them?" "O dear, yes. I have just sent some to three young ladies living on Fifth avenue. I don't know whether they will wear them in public or not; but you may often see the glass dangling over the corsage of very many fashion able women." "Does the glaass injure the eyeP" "It certainly does. In some cases, I have noticed, by producing' an in equality of vision." "When will the rage stop?" "When the dude goesontoffashion." -N. Y. Mail and xpress. -- TRAINING FLEAS. A Cires Cmpopeed f Two Euadtee K. selma ILmtte maeete. A Sea circus, composed of about two hundred of the most distinguished and intelligent fleas in the entire family, was exhibited a few years ago. Who first discovered that the flea was] suseeptible to education and kind treat ment is unknown; but the fact remains that on their small heads there is a thinking-cap crpable of accomplishing great results. In the selection of fleas for training, howffer, the same care must be taken as with human beings, as the greatest difference is founad n them. Some are exceedingly apt scholars, while others can never learn, so it is that great numbers of fleas are experimente with before a troupe is accepted. One of the first lessons taught the flea is to control its jumping powers, for if its great leaps should be taken iu the middle of a performance, there would be a sudden ending to the cir caus. To insure against such a misfor une, the student lea is first placed a a glass phial, and encouraged to jump as much as possible. Every leap here made brings the polished head of tbt flea against the gass, hurling the in sect hback, and throwing it this way and that, until, after along and so. experience, and perhaps many head aches, it makes up its mind never to unfold its legs ~auddenly again. When it has proved this by refusing to jump in the open air, the first and most im portant lesson is complete, and it joins the troupe, and is daily harnessed and trained, until, finally, it is pro nounced ready to go on the stao'e or in the ring.-C. F. Holder,in s81. i~olas. -A garment, half ulster and half newmarket, with hood, is introduced I as aspring wrap. It comes in plaids cithe kind to be seeq twenty T awy.- 1. Y Ma4 l~ WV TAME OLD THINU. Reeollestons or a Train4u Man Whieb Prove That Rurprise Partles Were Just as Amusing Years Ag as They Are To day. One of the brightest spots in this weary and checkered life-a period whose recollection helps to lighten the cares and cheer the drooping spirits of depressed humanity-is that made by those delightful social occasions when friends and neighbors meet to celebrate some pleasant event and greet one another with bright smiles and -good cheer. In the happy years of my young man hood I had the delightful privilege of attending many of these rare social oco oasions, and now being a homeless traveling man, and polite society is al most unknown to me, the memory of society as I knew it in the young and hopeful period of my life comes to me with a peculiar pleasure. The particu lar events that haunt my memory are the wedding anniversaries or those oo. casions when the neighbors, young anid old, got together to give one of the old and most respected neighbors a grand surprise. Surprise parties flourished in those days, for no one in our neighbor hood was able to give a party and they had to put up a job and inflict the thing on somebody else. I remember well the fuss it took at our house to get ready, and it is fair to presume that it was the same in other houses, for our family was but the average of humanity. My dear old paternal parent would always begin by saying he didn't care to go; he'd ten times rather stay at home than go pokingoff over there to Jones', but he would be pitched into by my fond mother with: "Why don't you want to go? Don't you want to be sociable? Do you want to live by yourself all the time? It's a pity if you can't be half way neighborly," and the poor old man would stir himself around and get on his Sunday olothes that fitted him just as though they belonged to somebody else. Then be would puff and grunt and twist his face into all kinds of shapes, trying to button his collar on. While he was stopping to breathe he would say: "I've a notion not to wear that thing," and he would be met with: "Of course you'll wear it; now, how you would look there without a collar on." Meekly he would submit, and after he had got it on he would look awful uncomfortable and say: "Oh! I feel like a fool with acollar on." The party would finally all get to gether and make a descent upon the doomed neighbor, and, after a great clatter and affectation of pleasure on the part of the enforced hostess, peo ple looked about to see how they could dispose of themselves, and then sat down in the chairs along the wall and waited, seemingly "for something to turn up." A few of the intimate friends of the family, together with the hostess, would take themselves to the kitchen and laugh and gossip together, and slice up the inevitable cake and cold chicken that parties always brought, and have a pretty good time, but in the sitting room and parlor affairs would be getting on rather stiffly. Nothing in particular seemed to have "turned up" yet, the folks would be still waiting. Before long the women would get together and stir up quite an animated conversation among themselves, and the men would be left, a woe-begone and helpless looking lot of mortals, sitting along the wall in an unbroken line. Some of them would try to look unconscious of their awkwardness and would gaze about carelessly, twirling their thumbe, and when they got tired of twirling them one way they reversed the mo tion and twirled them another. One man would be sitting with his legs crossed, looking wearied and sick at heart until his foot began to go to sleep, and he for a moment was relieved, y having something to do in shifting his' position on to the other leg. After awhile. even changing one leg over on to the other grew monotonous and he began to wish it was time to go home. Two or three old farmers aitting near each other would get to talking crope or the mar kete, and for the-time lose their con straint until the ladies came along, passing arould the sforesid, chieken and cake on little plates which the guests took on theft laps. Ladies coOld manage them well enoudgh, but the men exhibited all their native awkwardnes, tryingto balance the plates on their knees, and at the same time mendeavor ing to appear at ease. Aew of the bolder spirits among the young men •would bestir tefselvei sad get into the circle of the ladies, be this was considered quite daring, and casee of it were rare. My soul used to be moved witL pity for the stranger or new-comer in the neighborhood, who was very Oordially invited to the place, but when heot thense everybody seemed to be a to approach him, or say a word to him, and he sat the plotnure of abject misery throughout the whole evening. Time would finally come to go home, the women making a great stir getting on their things, ai the men, now that they had a chance to get up and stretoh their legs, felt quite bright again and thought: "Well it wasn tso badafter all;" snd after they had got home their tongues ran on as freely about who were there and what they had on, as did those of the women.-G. W. Clhapmas, in Peck's Sun. An Artistic Modern Mosaic. There has lately been placed in the American Church in the Via Nasionale, Rome, a mosaic which, acording to the ananimous testimony of the ]tal kns themsevs, is the most important example of this form of Art that reeentl times have produced. It has been ex ecunted by the Venice andMuranoGlass Company from cartoons by Mr. Burne Jones, and it oovers the. whole of the roof of the apee, a spacee of not lees than eight hundred square feet. The subject may be briefly described s Christ enthroned in the center of the New Jerusalem, with mysterious angel forms around and about him, and, on I either hand, keeping watch over the i _ates of the heavenlj city, the arch. Is Mihel peers,-W. 1 4 FAMOUS WOMAN.y Sketei of the rie of Ltaursa adlraa the Wonderfhl Blind Deatf-MUe. Lmura Bridgman was born in Han over, N. H., December 21, 1829. Shi was a bright infant, but in her secon year had a violent illness, which wholl3 destroyed the senses of sight, hearini and smell, and greatly impaired that a taste. Though her general health was so shattered by this sickness that she was almost helpless for several years, she subsequently recovered her strengtt and had apparently so much intelli gence, though shut in a realm of dark. ness and silence, that she was in hei tenth year, put under the care of Dr. Howe, who then had charge of the deaf-and-dumb school at Boston. There she was taught to read by touch ing raised letters; then these letters, framed into words, were attached tc objects, and she thus learned to know objects by their names. Thus far, however, the work was only an exer cise of imitation and memory, and was like teaching a clever dog a variety oi tricks. But all at once the truth seemed to flash on her that by this means she could make known to others what was in her mind, and this knowledge seemed to change her whole being. Her sympathetic teachers procured for her a set of metal types, with the letters cast at the ends, and. a board with square holes for their insertion, so as to be read by the fingers when placed. In a few months she could spell the names of the most common objects, and in a year had made great mental impravement. She would amuse her self for hours with these letters, spell ing old and new words, and framing imaginary dialogues, and became much happier and full of enjoyment in her play. Her hand grew in accuracy as her knowledge increased so that she could recognize persons, fabrics, col. ors, etc., by the touch alone. In a few years she was able to receive lessons in geography, algebra and history, and learned to write a fair, legible hand. She carried on animated conversations with her teachers and friends by means of the finger alphabet, the move ments being made by the hands of others placed upon her own, as she could not see them. She be came a most skillful teacher of the blind, and was for many years an in structress in the Perkins' Institution for the Blind. in Boston. She still spends much of her time in that insti tution. She is a very skillful per former on the piano, is quite dextrous in many kinds of household work, and is an adept in plain and fancy needle work, and can run a sewing machine as well as anyone. In spite of hergreat affliction Miss Bridgman always seems happy and contented. Her case af fords one of the most remarkable illus trations of what can be accomplished by modern philanthropic systems of education.-Chicago Inter Ocean. PARADISE MYTHS. The Peouliar Ideas Entertained by Various Unelvllsed People. Paradise traditions seem to owe much of their local popularity to a peculiar local fitness. In a swamp village of the upper Congo the brothers Rago zinski last summer interviewed a wooly presbyter, who informed them that in the far west, beyond the grave, there was a valley of peace, where good spirits flit about, engaged in catching mosquitoes and protecting the sleep of the just. The paradise of the Boto codes is a land of cool streams, shaded by forests so free from underbrush that the blest departed can ramble for miles without scratching their sensitive skins. All desert-dwellers believe in a thickly-wooded hereafter. the Yakoots, of Eastern Siberia, hope to find a land of ready-lighted fires hung around with bubbling kettles of fish-oil. The natives of the lower Carolinaes dream of an isle of soul8 so large that a tipsy man can - atamble about all night ithouat fear of break. ing his neck- n the-lhore-clid . Our Saxon forefathers hoped to line their transigured rselves with beer and pork steaks, a diet whisk would make aT'urk prefer theother plase. The spirits of the Scehninavian braves slaughter eaeh other in the halls of Thor; and that the I Greeksa were at hearut Ires trenolent tIs proved by the sentimental pastimes of theirelysilum. Chinese papers, pinched b7 hunger mad Bsddhisn, hope at leedt, fo the adventof a goldea age, when eery man's paench shall be as eoavex a a _prime pumpkinp Few Moslemsd weald seept peasr to a paradis with Meat boe, and poRlo lnar whom ev. 0C. Nlaus hoped to ebarm wla4kjb a p;uea tf- esven without ice and se monsters, deelined the ores on the ground that Greenhanders eca not iiissbcthout warbns blubber. wmy te mlu' P' aledes or Ta Are It reg~ne aouit'-m r posiads of fresh ledvss make one lioubPdt4 dried tea, andthe flt$d is three to Mubr hun drecbugt per &ae. Bohea is the coarmest,(t''thChbiee tese. The beet qiitiity blek tea is pekoe, which *lilfe they are stul clothed with down. The finest teas, both green and black, uisiiteira eea hthis contry, because, it·au ho lots and conveyedbin the hold e.t ship, fermentation takes place, W·hioi destrys their quality. Itipmostlyccs by the wealthy e or fad isa way ovetrland te It may be added here for the benefit of the many who - hoow not how to maUtod..t0Ast the qusity of the characteoA' aht fef iwith whibc it is mad,&~Mi iter mive produoing the bpse~etiteo. toaking. The wealthy which it is to be drunk. The proper q5qm dt leaves is put in the Ocla bblThigwater poured over them, and the cup eotered with the saucer for a while. A perforated bit of silver made 'for the purpose is fitted over the leaves hain the bottom of the cup IO prevent SCtOOL AND. CHURCH. -The principals of the public shools In Brooklyn, N. Y., have ha their salaries raised to three thousant dollars per year. -A stock company has been organ (zed by San Francisco capitalists to build a Southern California University for law, medicine, art and science, -The Orphanage Cottafes of the Baptist churches in Philadelphia are ,ompleted and the public opening took place recently. -A Sunday-school superintendent .ays that what is wanted in his line is some one who can address a Sunday schoolwithout beginning his speech with "when I was a little boy."-N. F. Ledger. -Bishop Warren states that one hundred thousand new members have been added to the Methodist Episcopal Church, North, during the last three months. These figures have no refer mnoe to the Methodist Episcopal Jhurch, South, which has also had large additions.-Cleveland Leader. -The Chinese Recorder states that ;here are 34 Protestant missionary so sie ties at work in that empire, 18 Britlbh, 14 American and 4 German, and abe it 912 foreign missionaries, of whom 't are married, and 160 single men and 156 single women, a net gain of about 60 in the last year. -Rev. J. C. ' Clarke, of Shurtleff .ollege, Upper A.'on, Ill., has pre iented to the tuiverity of Rodiester, N. Y., a Bible once ,wned by Dr. John Clarke, the first Bap;'st pastor in America. The Bible is the aG.neva ver sion, published in 1608.-Chicea ° Inter Ocean. -The church at Bryan Station, Ky., celebrated its centennial anniversary recently. It was founded in April, 1776, by the father of its present pans tor, the Rev. Thomas B. Dudley, and during the on,. hundred years ot its ex istence has had but the two pastors, father and son. The present pastor is the stepfather of Mayor Harrison, of Chicago, and is ninety-four years old -N. Y. Sun. -Among the decrees of the Roman Catholic Plenary Council is one forbid ding picnics and exenr.dions by night or on Sundays or feaint days. Suppers or social parties at night for raising money are also prohibited. Another decree of the Council directs that with in two years every parish must have its parochial school near the church. If the priest is neglectful, he must be removed; if the congregation, they must be spurred up. -The first Presbyterian Church of New York City, over which Rev. Rich ard D. Harlan was recently installed, is the oldest of the denomination in the State, and from it branched off the Brick, Scotch, Rutgers, and Fifth Avenue Presbyterian churches. Its first building was erected in 1718, in Wall street, near Nassau street. Mr. Harlan is twenty-six years of age only, and is a son of Justice Harlan, of the United States Supreme Court.-N. Y. Mail. -A Chicago correspondent of the Congregasionalist writes from Utah that ;he work of the schools of the new West Education Commission is bery mcoessful. The schools are crowded; she teachers are fervently given to their work as a thoroughly missionary one, md are first-class teachers. Religious evivais have recently occurred in two >r three of the selhols. In connection with the school in Salt Lake City there have been thirty conversions, and a new church will be organised there as a result. PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. -A little four-year-old described the Aghtning of the previous night as "the wind blowing the sun back again." -When some politicians are weighed they are found wanting-every office in which there is a vacancy.-Mervchan 7haveler. -U 'd s puszle and Pat'sl oha es _. ! .dse mny irst byasMb rent for my second,-and my whole is my oouptry '-(re4aad.--Chtago Led -Wfe---Blhave been returning calls thip ;ternoon and have had a deliht ahI tide." usha~-d-,-'The I a i a nwmygoaus ,l asoe P '" Wi-.. I" nieI-found thm U lIntU."U. -". -, lo you ever sweep nnlet 4h heP, Inquired the hed of th~4 lly Aher youngdomestie while e.s g thepase room. . yes, oftin I' seee pk easier than a dust-pan. you know," replied tle, veCraa--Chicago --When on speakeof thw-"good old .thue,'!,he grerallytles to te times beferehe ws borar it ~ah not be thit he wpuld have us undsest4a, that his - A n ap p w n c h a lif. r ~ ou.t -Iu ., -Mlmp of srawberr1ydt ]m d an irne'oi mad ao tie t strawber re Is g erlu :' Anybody oould makesa * nout of strswber law, a ntl who gives aaIlnora pinch st suff is liable tea fine of fifty dollars. Ihe law is not likely to be violated, ahowever. A Mqmachuets man *as sever known to ie a anything mt meoral leotaee -DeQ Fre Press. -1I i m 8 dn who says: '"The lullables of amy tadle iager with me to-day like the memory of a preilous ream." But one thing we are apt to forget is the numberof preidou dreams he mother had to iv p to keep the tallaby going.--Chso 2'bt e -Perhaps she was right-In one of the Dundee boarding schools the teacher asked his class te meaning of the word "victim." The question seemed to puzzle the soholars, but after lausee brtght little girl answered: •Plea, u ,r • vittle means a man -bout to be married."--Duadee (8co. 'asd) Averliser. -Over the back-yard tenme-"I say, do you know the h s are going to mve this springnr 'Jod are they, thuegh? WelIwgl. 1d. They have made the street a by-word." "Yes, but then, Mrs. Shitls has hfallen heir to U,000, and she has bought an lea t hk se." ", I always laked -erT bt her young one--well, tbev'r o'bl J