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Oh. sirmmor land: Oh, sunny Smith S
Oh, lniil nf oruiitft-tilo-smn! ruin,
I turn to then! 1 ie my mntitli.
And rliiuk thy f niyrfinrp onw arnin.
.Atrain iH'iu Klh the rcni u:ik'H shade
I Ptiiml. nml wHlch the lmniKrtl moss.
And hr ar thf uiiickin? bir-d'H sorenade.
And see lh' ru-OiinK river toss
Aside the tunlcd willow's skein;
The year of ub-tenee 8mu a li"s;
I come my fi w-nd is found njrtiiiu
Net dainty lady over won
A lover more devout than I
To thee, land of the ro')-?i sun!
Could lie do mure for her than die?
What can I do to prove my love?
Ah, word are weak when pulses thrill!
What If I praisp thee far aliuve
Alt other lands; if I distil
An esscmo from the sweets of words.
And iril thy jrannents with perfume.
Or seize an anthem from thy birds.
And make it known where sonjr finds room?
Would thee express how dear to mo
Are memories that are purlly thine,
As tender as a mist at sea.
As fruitful an thy purple vine?
For I have held thee in my feenrt
Through yean when thou hast pndly erred
Ileeause I knew thy better part.
Ami knew the current that still stirred
Within thy veins ww blue, and true.
And steadfast to the enue thou deemed
The best. Then who sayn we shall rue
That thou wert faithful, wbeu faith seemed
Another name for suicide?
Not weakly shrinking from the Held,
Hut bravely meet injr death with pride,
lJecause though eouidst not learu to yield.
I know not why I turned to thee.
For 1 was not ihy kin nor kind.
Unless it was through sympathy
That made to me thy faults seem blind
A leaning to the weaker side;
Thy hot impulse still kept in view,
A pride and pity, rloe allied.
That saw thee false, but kntw thee true
The pat Is past, I (rive my hand
To thee, sweet land of blossom rain;
I woo thee, sue thee, from this strand.
And clasp thee to my heart UKtU'i.
Dart ley Campbell in St. Louis Republican.
IN A COAT POCKET.
Astley Cowpcr, bat in hand, was just
tnrning the handle of the street-door,
when a soft call from the stair-top made
"Are you going to the postollice, Ast
loy?" "No, not exactly, but near it. Is
there anything you want done?"
"Only this letter to post," and a girl
ish shape flitted down the stair. Ast
ley watched as she descended, and with
suddenly sharpened recognition of the
fact, said to himself, "What a pretty
girl Rosamond is!''
Brothers are not always so alive to
their sisters' charms, but the fact was
that rarely in her life had Rosamond
Cowjier been so near to perfect beauty
as at that moment, when she came
down the old stair-case, letter in hand
her cheeks Hushed with deepest pink;
her eyes shining, and her red lips part
ed with I know not what happy stir of
emotion and expectancy.
Two long braids of pale brown hair,
thick and glossy as those of German
Groteh,eu,.liung. dgwn her baek On th.e
fair forehead clustered a fringe of light
waving rings, not cut and trained af
ter the manner of the conventional
bang, but a happy freak of nature and
The slender figure in its white dress
had all the rounded grace of youth and
perfect health. .Over all was an air of
virginal freshness, indescribable but
charming. It was one of those bel mo- j
vmtti which come at times to most !
lint Rosamond was too much prone- I
cupied to be conscious of her looks, as j
she handed the letter to her brother, j
with lingers which trembled a little and 1
said, anxiously, "You won't lose it, will j
"Certainly not:" with a superior
smile. He stiiil'ed it carelessly into a !
side-pocket of his coat, a coat made, j
like the "rest of his suit, of that immac- j
ulate white duck, in which our youth- i
ful swells delight to array themselves
in hot July weather.
Forth he went, clean, alert, hand
some, the very picture of a luxurious
young fellow enjoying a summer holt
day. No thought of betraying Rosa
mond's trust was in his mind, and his
steps had already turned toward the
post-otlice, when a dog-cart drew up
suddenly and a cheery hail roused his
"Well met, old fellow. I was just
going round to ask if you felt like a
game of tennis. The Porters sent a
note early in the morning, to ask me to
drive down to the Croft for luncheon
and a game, and to bring you."
"All right. I will." Astley jumped
into the cart and in another moment
was bowling dow n the road toward the
Croft a pretty country place some
three miles distant. Rosamond's com
mission was clean forgotten.
Tennis was followed by luncheon,
that by more tennis, and a conversation
under the shade of the branchingcedars
which flanked the ground. Then pret
ty Mabel Porter proposed a walk, and
led the way through a grassy valley to
the gorge beyond, where a little brook
tore its wild wav from higher levels to
the water meadows below.
I he rocks over which the party
climbed wore slippery here and there,
and in saving Mabel from a fall, Ast
ley himself had a tumble, trilling in it
self, but damaging to the duck suit; so
damaging in fact that the suit went to
the laundress next day.
Before its return, the weather had
changed to that odd, almost autumnal
coolness which checkers and tempera
the heats of our American summers. It
was some time before Astle- had occa
sion to wear it again. When it was ta
ken for use, by mere accident, he was
searching for something in the pocket,
when his astonished fingers encounter
ed and drew forth a rather thick, fiat,
hard square of paper for which he could
iu no way account.
His first sensation was one of unmix
"Why, what on earth? A letter, and
what letter?" and he proceeded to
smooth the rumpled mass out on the ta
ble. A few faiutly written characters
were discernible on what had been an
Mr. Dto Eilfj r,
J'. Hoc .3
"Dwiglit f.ilgar. Why, what does
this mean. I have hail no letter from
him," reflected the astonished Astley,
still intent on the disorganized frag
ments. "Rut stay this isn't a letter
from him but to him. How could it
get into my pocket?"
Here and there a sentence could be
made out, or parts of sentences. "I
an: so very, very happy, but I can't tell
you about that until" "Ought to have
got your letter four days ago." "So
you needn't go to Europe you see, for"
and then a blurred signature.
'Come soon to your own Ros"
It Hashed across hini then. This was
the latter which Rosamond had given
him to post four weeks ago. It had lain
in his pocket all this time, and had gone
through the wash besides! Here was
a pretty kettle of fish!
(fuiekly his mind ran over the dis
joined phrases, reading the half-obliterated
meaning 'between the lines."
The letter was iu reply to an offer from
Edgar, there could be no doubt of that.
Astley had always suspected that
there was a tenderness in that quarter.
And Rosamond had saidi "3-es.1'
What must she have been thinking
ing aud feeling all these iveeks?
And then a gfoa"a esca oed from Ast
ley, as it flashed upon his mind that on
ly a fortnight since he had read Dwight
Edgar's name iu the list of the "sailed
for Europe;" read it aloud, with some
Rosamond was in the room, he recol
lected. What had she said? Had she
said anything? He seemed to remember
that she got up quickly aud left the
How shou'd he ever tell her? And
what use to tell, w hen Dw ight was gone,
gone for years as likely as not? Oh,
what had his carelessness done?
"I suppose he went because he
thought she would have nothing to say
to him," he said to himself, miserably.
The sound of the dinner-bell inter
rupted his unpleasant meditations, and
he went down feeling as If he ought to
Rosamond was in her usual pl.iee,
neat, graceful, smiling even; but study
ing her face with awakened attention,
Astley thought that he detected effort
in the smiles and the cheerfulness. The
sweet face was a little thinner; the wild
rose bloom, which was its characterist
ic, had paled to a fainter pink, and Ast
loy heard his mother ask, "Headache
again, my child?" And caught the pa
tient answer, "Just a little."
With increased remorse he execrated
his carelessness. What ought he to do?
What could he do?
Long and deeply did he study over
the question. At last he took a half
manly, half-cowardly resolution. Con
fess his delinquency to his sister he ab
solutely dared not, but that night he
wrote to Dwight Edgar, made a full ex
position of hia fault, and enclosed the
faintly blotted scrap which said so little
and meant so much.
This done, he sot himself to wait for
the moment when he could produce ev
idence that, so far as iu him lay, he had
made amends for his misdoing, and till
then he resolved to be silent.
Astley was right in his guess. Dwight
Edgar had gone to Europe a deeply dis
appointed man. In the letter, to which
Rosamond's ws anwr,-lae had writ
ten, "Don't say no. I could not bear
that, nor could I give your gentleness
the pain of uttering the word. I will
wait two weeks, and if at their end you
have said nothing. I shall go abroad,
and travel till 1 can bear tu come home
Not a wise arrangement this, consid
ering what chances anil changes, in
cluding post-otlice laxities, are involved
in this mortal life; but lovers are not al
The two weeks passed without word
or token, each slow day deepening his
hopelessness, and at their end he sailed.
His final arrangements were made in a
hurry, and he had been glad to accept
a friend's benevolent offer of half a
stateroom on the over crowded steamer.
It was benevolence very poorly reward
ed, for John Blagden found him very
For the first few hours ho made some
little effort at conversation, then he
dropied all pretences ami sat in moody
silence, staring at the dim backward
horizon from which each stroke of the
paddles carried them farther and farth
er. It was no bettor after they reached
London. The two men took a set of
rooms together at the Lnnghara, but to
all plans for pleasuring Dwight turned
a deaf ear.
"(Jo by yourself, that's a good fel
low," he said. "I won't bore you with
my dulness. I'll just sit ' ere till post
time and read the American newspa
pers." "And that is what I left him at." ex
plained John Blagden to a mutual ac
quaintance encountered in the coffee
room. "Poring over an old Herald,
twelve days out, what an occupation
for a man to take up iu Loudon;
"Poor Dwight, I never saw a fellow
so changed in rav life. He's all cut up
about something, and I wish 1 knew
what, for really, I have no notion what
I ought to do about him. Nothing I
can say makes any difference."
And nothing did make any difference
till, a week after this conversation, Mr.
Blagden returned from an excursion to
Hampton Court, to find his friend busily
engaged in cramming his belongings in
to a portmanteau, with a light iu his
eyes and a color in his cheeks which
made him seem a different man.
"Halloa! I'm glad you've come, old
fellow, I'm off at once."
"Oil? Where to?"
"Home. Liverpool train at 9 o'clock
and catch the BoAcwiin."
"Home! The States! Why, what
does it mean? You were going to Taris
with me on Tuesday, you said'
"Well so I did intend, but I've had
letters and must get back as soon as
"Nothing wrong. I hope."
"Not at all; quite the contrary. Every
thing is right."
Marvelling greatly, John Blagden
turned to the table, where amid news
papers and torn wrappers, and other
debris of a just arrived mail, lay a sheet
of closely written paper with a little
heap on it of something odd and blotted.
"What's that?" he asked, with a natur
al curiosity, stooping to examine it.
Dwight Edgar snatched it. "It's
it's nothing," he explained, "only a let
ter I've had." Then breaking into a
laugh at his friend's discomfited coun
tenance, the first real laugh which John
had heard him give since they left
America, he added,
"Never mind, old boy, I'll explain
I som-! ifay. It s all right, at least I hope
j it is, and I know I've been a dull un
i social dog all this time. You've been
i awful good to put up with me, and I'll
'try to make amends ce:;t time we
Meanwhile the days were passing
heavily enough in far away America,
where Rosamond bore her secret pain.
She had kept the knowledge of her
plighted faith as a choice secret, not to
be revealed until Dwiglit should come.
When ho failed to come, pride kept her
The news of his depart lire struck in
her heart like a blow. What does it
mean? "I will not be base, or little, or
suspicious," she told herself: "there is
some blunder. He will come back, he
But weeks of suspense and uncertain
ty passed. She could school her words
and her manner, but not her face, and
that fair face began to look piteous and
Astley, watching her with compunc
tious anxiety, felt an ever-deepening
heart-ache. Three weeks had passed
since his letter of explanation was post
ed. Any hour might bring a response,
and he haunted the postollice with a
pertinacity inexplicable to his father.
"I can't stand it much longer," he
told himself. "If that fellow isn't heard
from bv to-morrow night, I shall make
a clean breast of it to Rosy, and confess
the whole thing."
And the next evening, "that follow"
still not being heard from, ho did it.
Rosamond, spirit-fair and fragile in her
white dress, was sitting on the doorstep
iu the moonlight, and sitting at her feet,
he plunged into mctlut res.
"Rose, do you recollect a letter you
gave me to post more than a month
"Yes," with a little gasp.
"Well, I forgot it."
"Y'es; it was in my pocket, you know.
I was going straight to the office, but
something interrupted me lawn tennis
at the Potters I believe and then I sent
my coat to the wash, with the letter still
in it. 1 never found it out till the con
founded thing came back, and some
days after, as I put it on, I happened to
feel in the pocket and there it was
what was left of it."
Rosamond sat perfectly still. Not a
sound came from her lips. Astley wait
ed an instant.as if iu hope of an answer,
then went on.
"Rosy, darling, you musn't mind, but
I couldn't help seeing who the letter was
for, and that that it was something of
consequence. It was all blotted and
blurred, but a word or two could be
made out here and there. I was awful
ly cut up about it. I couldn't bear to
tell you, and I didn't know what to do.
At last 1 wrote a full explanation to
Dwight, and I put the scraps in my let-
There was a ring of hope and of dis
may in the exclamation. So absorbed
were both that neither noticed that some
one swung the gate just then.
"Y'es, 1 did, aud it went three weeks
ago yesterday, and by to-morrow you
ought to hear from him, that is, if ho
happened to be in London when the
mail got in. I didn't mean to tell you
till his letter came, but I could wait no
longer. Just sav you forg Why what
is it?" as Rosamond sprang to her feet
with a cry, "Dwight! Dwight!"
"She's fainted!" exclaimed Astloy, in
an awe-struck tone, as his sister's head
dropped heavily on his arm.
But happiness is a bettor restorative
than Durnl leathers, anil 111 a little time
Rosamond was able to assure Astley of
his forgiveness, to smile and ask ques
tions, and finally be left on the doorstep
for a long moonlight talk with her tru
When I saw Mrs. Dwight Edgar at
Newport last year, she wore on her wrist
a slender chain to which was attached a
locket whose lid w as a big moonstone.
Within was a singular iittje wad of
what looked like paper which had been
wet and pressed together. When I ask
ed what it could be, she answered, eva
sively, "Oh, p'tpiir tmtcic; a bit of an
old letter which Dwight makes me wear.
There's quite a story about it, but it's
too long to toll."
Her husband chuckled, and later, see
ing that I was curious, he told me the
story which I have told you.
"Anil yon never saw any one so re
formed as Astley is ever since then,"
added Rosamond, with laughter in her
voice. "He's the most particular crea
ture you ever saw, always fidgeting and
fussing for fear he may have forgotten
something. If he lives to be a hundred,
you may depend upon it, he will never
again forget another letter in a coat
pocket." Susan Coolidije, in Voulli's
In the Wrong Box.'
A stranger elbowed his way yesterday
into the Tribune building. He was a
Celt, and he hadn't been long separated
from the "mithcr country." He walk
ed up to the fourth story, and not see
ing what he wanted, concluded to ask
for it. While he was preparing his con
undrum the elevator shot up from the
first story. Taking time by the fore
lock and the elevator door by the han
dle, he struck an attitude, raisoil his
fore-linger on high aud remarked to the
"Are you going up?" asked the boy,
stopping the elev ator in its dizzy as
cent. "And an; yer going the way up?" re
plied the Celt.
"Yes," answered the boy, and the
stranger got iu.
"Do you know anybody up there?"
inquired the b'oy, wondering what his
passenger could want in the editorial
"No, indade," was the reply.
Having reached the top story and
seeing no indications that the passen
ger intended to get out, the boy closed
the door and started Hie elevator on its
downward course. At this unexpected
change of direction on the part of the
elevator the Irishman seemed somewhat
amazed. Giving his cotton umbrella a
nervous twitch he said:
"Down stairs," replied the boy;
"where do you want to get out?"
"Och, 1 want to get out at One-hun-dred-aud-niuth
sthrato and Second ave
nue." With one of those knowing smiles
that moan volumes the elevator boy di
rected the passenger to the elevated
railroad. As the Irishman turned 011
his heel to go ho remarked in an un
dertone, "Och, bedad, the policeman
told me this was the eIev:ttor."-!-Vcw
The south will make seven million
gallons of cotton-seed oil this year.
Edgar Allan Poe's house in Rich
mond, Va'., is to be used for a hotel.
A lot of mountain trout have been
placed in the Vermillion river at Hast
ings. Mrs. John Jacob Astor gives more
money to the poor than any lady in the
Bootblacks are licensed at Jackson,
Tenn., and assigned to stands through
out the city.
There are about 220,000 telephones in
use in the country, and the number is
increasing at the rate of over 5U0 a
The most astonishing thing about the
disappearance of a man from Cleveland
is that he had paid in advance his board
for a full week.
Mrs. Garfield has no intention of
abandoning the Mentor homestead, her
removal to Cleveland being but tem
porary, to continue while her younger
children are at school there.
A factory for the manufacture of im
itation sealskin is to be established at
Holyoke, Mass., by men from Bradford,
Eng'laud. It is "stated that $100,WO
will be invested, and that one hundred
men will be employed in the business.
During the past year several thousand
acres of foot-hill land around Union, in
eastern Oregon, has been fenced for
pasturage. Those who have tried it
pronounce a hill pasture as good for
winter stock as a stock of hay.
John Most, who was sent to prison by
a London jury sixteen months ago for
publishing seditious matter in his news
paper, the Frciheit, will pay a visit to
this country upon his release, and will
speak in the principal cities.
A North Carolina clergyman has been
living for the past eleven years on a
salary of $3 per week, but now an
nounces that he must have a raise of $1
or ten shillings, or be compelled to ac
cept a call to do cooper work.
M. Saint-Paul has offered the French
Academy of Medicine a sum' of 25,000
francs to found a prize for the discove
ry of a cure for diphtheria. The com
petition is open to all the world, and
not confined to the medical profession.
When I hear it said of a man whose
body is being conveyed to its last resting-place
that "he had not an ononis" :o
the world," I feel like attaching this
epitaph to his tomb: "Here lies buried
a Hint that never struck lire!" Henry
The devious ingenuity of deviltry has
been illustrated in New Orleans, where
some potty counterfeiters have been
making bogus saloon drink checks to
such an extent that several of the rum
shops are threatened with financial
It has been found that lime juice of
itself will not produce scurvy at soa, and
that too much reliance is placed upon
it to the neglect of other food. Lime
juice, however, in connection with fresh
or preserved meat and vegetables, may
Probably the largest and best paid
army in the world is that composed by
the railroad employes in this country,
they numbering about 1,200,000, with
400,000 at work on railroad construc
tion, or l.GOO.OOO in all. This is about
one-eighth of the working force of the
country, reckoning only adult males.
Senator Lamar is alleged to have ex
pressed a willingness to pass the re
mainder of his days as a professor in
the university of Georgia. He could
have the chancellorship if he desired it,
but prefers the loss responsible position.
which, 111 ail probability will be ten
A Buffalo gentleman wailing for a
train at Aylmer, Out, saw a woman
slip upon something and nearly fall.
He hurried to assist her and helped her
to rise, and as he did so she dropped a
valise which proved to be his own,
which he hail left in the depot a few
minutes before, aud which she was at
tempting to steal.
Dr. R. G. Alexander, writing in an
English medical paper, says that neu
ralgia is a disease arising from debility;
that it is increased by disease, mental
or bodily, but is relieved by food, and
sometimes by stimulants. Pure air,
night and day, and perfect cleanliness
A stranger called at a house in Bur
lington, Iowa, aud borrowed a hatchet.
Then he went out to the front gate
and, using one of the posts for a chop
ping block, deliberately chopped off one
of his lingers. He departed leaving the
finger on the gate post, the hatchet on
the ground, and the entire population
lost in wonder and surprise.
The depth and strength of Nevada
dust is shown in the case of the man
who had kept his seat on the top of a
stage so long that he was crusted all
over to the depth of an inch with lava
dust, and was unable to get down or
even move hand or foot until the crust
was removed with a hammer and chisel.
It was like cutting the scale off a set of
"Nine tailors do not make a man,"
and, it seems, never did. The original
word was "taler," meaning the tally or
tale of strokes upon the bells tolling for
the dead. One stroke was for an in
fant; three for a girl; nine for a man."
So passers-by would say: ".Sine talers
make a man;" which, considering that
it was the unmaking of the man, was a
curious thing to say.
Some interesting relics were exhibit
ed at the bi-centennial celebration of
Bucks County, Penn. Among them
were the original bill of sale of Eastern
Pennsylvania by the Six Nations to
William Penn ; a powder-horn present
ed by Uncas, the last of the Delawares,
to Black Hawk, in 1787; a reflecting
telescope that was once the property of
the ill-fated Blennerhassett; some an
cient stage-coaches, and, of course,
some blue aud white china more than a
Oscar Wilde, while riding in a New
York horse car the other night, had a
poetic reverie rudely interrupted. He
was enjoying a cigar meanwhile, when
the uiia'sthetic conductor approached
and, in a gruff voice, said: "You must
git outside if you want to smoke." Os
car "got," and then relapsed iitio a
reverie, during which he cogitated how
he would bring tiie iiLcident into his nevf
book on America..
The chronicler of current events is
seldom called upon to record the sui
cidal death of a person who has passed
the three score years and ten vouch
safed to mankind. The case of Mrs.
Margaret Matheson, of Omaha, a wo
man seventy-one years of age, is an ex
ceptional one. A husband's death two,
years ago is thought to have been the
cause of the sad affair. t
California has virtually abolishoif
capital punishment without intending to;
do so. A law was passed a few. yeard
ago which enables jurors, in returning
verdicts of murder in the first degree.
to stipulate, if thoy wish, that the pen
alty shall be imprisonment for life. The
juries that find verdicts of "guilty" in
murder trials invariably recommend
imprisonment for life as the. punish
ment. Mary Cooper was so terribly fright
ened by a drunkard, who had a fit of
delirium tremens in her presence, iu
Philadelphia, that she became dumb.
During two weeks she was unable to.
speak a word, her vocal organs being
paralyzed, and she had begun to learn
the mutes' alphabet, believing that she
would never recover, when her speech
returned as suddenly as it had left her.'
The home for destitute children and
infirm women which Trenor W. Park is
about to establish at North Bennington,
Vt, and endow with $500,000, will oc
cupy the estate once owned by a rich
merchant of New Y'ork, and still called
the "Hunt place." It comprises about
200 acres, and is beautifully diversified
with brooks, groves aud meadows.'
Plans and specifications will soon be
drawn for three large buildings in dif
ferent parts of the estate. . . ,.,
An Autograph Album.
It was our happy privilege, the othef
day, to be in possession for a brief peri
od, of the autograph album of a young
At her earnest solicitation we had
agreed to indite a noble sentiment, o
something, upon a beautifully linteiL
gilt edged page of the handsome nioroc
co bound volume, already nearly filled
with souvenirs of love and friendship.
Naturally enough we glanced sit in
coutents with a view to gathering in
spiralion for our own effort, and fuiihe
to acquire knowledge as to about whau
would be the correct thing to say.
The first selection that mot our gaze
Ftruok us as being most excellent, is
'"When tin'? you see,
(Signed.) John P.; own.
We could not help being a little envi
ous that John Brown had bui-n before
hand with us in thus tersely and forci
bly, yet with all so easily and happily
discharging friendship's obligation.
The contents of the next page con
vinced that the writer w as a plagiarist;
"When this you strike,
Then came an inspiration iu feminine
"This iiiijre I choose,
Following this w as the same idea, but
differing somewhat iu phraseology:
"Ut'iiiember me is nil I ask.
And if romeinbranep le u tnk.
I'll try and make it all right with you,"
or words to that effect. "There was a
good deal of "one little spot, forget me
not," in the book, but the preference
being decidedly in favor of the "When
this you see, remember me" idea, wo
determined to follow the popular plan
"By all that's holy,
. Itenieiiibor Urifjnoli."
Cincinnati iialurduy Xi'jht.
I x&3cl Ant3. .
Of the parasol ants at Trinidad, a
writer in the London Vei says: hi the
afternoon, after arriving at the island in'
search of the cashew nuts and fruit, I
found the path loading through the thick
forest in many places actually covered
with the cashews which had fallen from
the trees on either side. It is a delicious
fruit, sometimes of a red and sometimes
of a yellow color, with the kidney shap
ed seed on the outside instead of the in
side, like other fruits. This latter is
roasted, and is esteemed a delicacy by
many people, but if not carefully pre
pared is apt to cause blisters on the lips.
We had no difficulty in filling our bas
kets with as many cashews as we re
quired, and were about returning to the
boat when one of Mr. B."s sons, who
had been some little distance away from
us sauntering around in the brush, call
ed to me to come back, and on going to
where he was. he pointed to what seem
ed a broad band of moving leaves right
across the path, and on looking more
closely I saw we had met with oue of
those enormous swarms of the "para
sol" ants which are so destructive to
plantations in the tropics. Thoy were
crossing from one side of the wood, to
the other, and were traveling in a col
umn of more than a foot and a half in
width, and as each insect carried in its
mouth a piece of leaf, which entirely
covered the body, thoy presented a sin
gular appearance, like a Lilliputian
grove in motion, and although we
watched them for sometime, still they
came, their number seeming to be incx-.
haustible. Nothing can turn them from
their course, and although thoy may bo
destroyed by thousands, enough "will
6warm upon the intruder to made him
repent interfering with them. On tho
mainland of South America I havo
known a fruit tree stripped in a single
night bv a swarm of these ants.
An Organist Who Knows His Business.
There is a church in Michigan which
has been struck by lightning a dozen
times, and now whenever the preacher
shows signs of getting long-winded anil
passing from his "seventhly" to his
"eighthly," the organist slyly imitates
thesonnd of approaching thunder on
the pedals. The way that proacherdives
into the "conclusion"and rushes through
it and starts the doxology is a caution.
The congregation would not part with
that organist for a million dollars..
The following is woith remembering:
The surest road' to success in life is that
of persistent and thorough woik. Spec
ulators who make money rapidly gen
erally lose it with equal rapidity, It 1
the patient, steady plodders who gain,
and keep fortunes,
Lawyers and lovers both do a great
de;U of very unsatisfactory courting..- ,
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