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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1891-4-23, Page 2- Whec1 aeltnnv Ottrvos the DueIt. We all loclt on With anxious eyes NV1111'",IncY carYeal the duck. And mother almost always Bighe When Johnny carveS the clack. Ailion all et us prepare to riSe, And hold our bibs before our eYCIlle ,And be prepared for Houle surprise— When ,folmoY CarVe8 tho duck. lie braCOS uP and, grabs a fork Whoue'or ho (larvae a duck, And won't allow a s ml to talk Until he's carved the duck The fork is jabbed into the sides, Across the broast the Italie he slides, While everY careful person bides Prom flying chips of duck. Tim platter's always sure to slip When d ohnoy carves a duel,c, And how it makes the dishes skip Potatoes fly amll,k I The squash and cabbage leap in space, Vi1e get sone gravy in (Mr face, Aud Johnny mutters Hindoo grace Whene'er he carves a duck. We then have learned to walk around The dining -room and pluck From off the window-sids and walls Our share of Johnny's duck ; While Johnny growls and blows and jaws, And swears tlie knife was tull of flaws, And motherjeers o,t him because He couldn't carve a duck. —E. V. Wright. THE Milk DOHA. With its °areas—almost prophetic-- meoentrioM I reclalied the last Persienpoero which I had translated for my professor in Florence. The argument was all that I remembered, bat in it I monied. to 800 my- relf and to receive a vague eaggestion for the future. 1 was this : "Prone upon the sand extended, Shadows witla a t-hadow blended ; Hidden in a deep recess Of Persia's prodden wilderness Fiercely at the far west lying, Flashed the day, in crimson dying, Zoroaster's altar -dress Pervading Per.ia's wilderness. " And the nary crimson lining, On the elt,fiert's silver alining Left the shadow's deep impress ; Phantom et the wilderness 1 (Ons from Ishmael descended, ,Vith. his knee to Allah blended) And his cry of deep dlettess A.woke the tleepiug wilderness. Facing then tho fiery shading Prom the east, in darkness fading, Thus, to 91.ecca,, to address His prayer, in Persia's wilderness: Nununi IBIsh ki wulhanadalil Pleaded low the Persian mandl,h. ' Thou, and thou alone, comet bless Thy power pervades the wilderness.' The prayer returned in blessing; And, the prostrate form addressing, Spoke au angel 1—nothing less: 0 Pilgrim a the wilderness By the grace of 411ah, bending From His throne of light,and sending Succor, lo foc thy distress I come to tread thy wilderness. Look about thee and discover That for which, tby bondage over, Thou wast erst in eagerness To probe the prodden wilderness.' " He turned to obey, but in dismay He beheld the angel grow old and gray And to the desert, drearily Stretching h.fore him, wearily Turn to the pilgrim's prodden way. " Bismillah For me thou shalt not be Aged and old and gray 1 ' cried he. • Allah forbid it 1 I will not boast Salvation purchased at such cost'; Why should my crime bo laid to thee ?' '"Thy crime shall be dead,' the angel said 'As,dieth the day in you gloaming, red. But God nor man can blessing bring Without vicarious suffering- -The joy that suffers in other's stead.' Naught have I done, immortal one, That my curse from me to thee ehould run.' " It was thy importunity, God pities weak humanity ; Loving all life beneath the sun. 'Tis aJtah alone who doth atone. Rusol41.0115la I Beyond him is none Can suffer in our equity And uuto him be guaranty, To His for Him thy thanks be shown. Arrest thy rage. He doth engage Thy curse, for tea year% to ateaUge ; And thou shalt no, in charity One deed of such great rarity A8 blote a crime from Blemory's page. When it is done and ransom won, Haste to the desert aud I will run, The joyful message carrying, To Bina who know,' no tarrying To pardon a pen ,tent, pleading one." 'leant day I wrote to my father's bankers, requesting them eo order the disposal of ,everything belongiug to me and to forward the proceeds at the earliest posseible moment. Then I waited. The slim was ledger the.0 I had hoped for and in itself it ' we've me °omega. It was accompanied, however, by a very ouriona letter that wee f all of yeene saggeetione, from which it yeas may oisoover that my old friends in Florence held no suspioion whatever thett I heed been in an abnorrnel etate and were .not only chagrined and astounded in the teeneforrnetion that had taken place in me, deer my father's death, bat were seriously °Vended, too, over the brutal defiance I had exhtbited ; but I did not write again to gather farther information or offer any further explanation. I kilew of no apology kr what I had been, and was eager that the dead peat should haeten to bury its dead out of the way of what I hoped to be. The principal question which aroee was for the future. Where could I go? Should it Rio beck to Italy? No. To Germany? No. Remain itt Parie ? No. What then? Why, my dear freed, that is the answer to the question which you asked me at the ontset, and whioh started me off upon this Meg egotietioal ramble. Theo, indeed, is how and why 1 came to America. Life without a charm, love without a hope, determination without an ambition, et past without pride and a femme without pedraise, all came, as boon companions, with me. The rest yoa remember; that is, I take it for granted that you do. How rfirst taught drawing and then tho lan- guages, and then obtained a professorship en your grand univereity. You know how newly friends 1 found in that generous con. Tgnity of charity for all, making Wine d'sort bloseone with roses, and malice for none, robbing the roses of their thorns. My only disappointment was in my Mare to do, in ()herby, some deed which I might fondly fancy tended toward atonement; ' for I met with so math of preoisely what I tabula have bestowed upon others that 1 found myself only imperfectly able to return kindnees with kindness. You remember when Mina made her first wend triumph in America, how you went With the theonge that gathered to hear her Sing, and how you joined be them ovations and wondered thee I, so fond of music Vituld let anything oall me away from the oity while she wee there. Now you under Mend, it was bemuse I knew at last my atter Unworthiness and dared not to risk gametal accident that raigbt have brought ug face to faoe. The love was still in my heart, you sae, as dominant as ever, but it had changed from that &misdeed selfishnese to a timid bat allmbeorbing devotion. eilviicet Mina's scorn had only angered me, but at lase I had reached a state where I knew that it rebuke from her would kill me; eend 1 mold not rest in the city until I know that the Wee gone, The next date that olio came to Ameriee you remember I was blind. I no longer reared that I might see her. The injury Whiele I hail done to my eyee in Florence, and the ineult added in Pere, had reached the fulnese ot retributive jamice 10 depriv- woe jut ten years since I had turned into the new onty, ond, in the Mesa deprivation had joy t kVAin the dielmeern that elurn g that Crag,1 had made eorne little pregrees be the weymf doing better. Upon waleing in the morning to realize that I wee blind, 1 did not turn at onoe M torment myself, with ray own misery, as before, but to me astonielaneent, began to set in order many thiuge about it which Beamed to me to eall for gratitude ; for the sakeof the friends about me I was glad that there was no apparent (Mange ie my eyes, BO tar se the world awn them, and for myself I was inexpreesibly grateful that it had not mune ten years earlier, in Paris ; then when I had so heartily abused thet which I once posseesed, what meson could I urge why I should not now patiently endure the lose of that which I had once abused? 0 EIAP TER XXI. vie nommen Leonorede curse wee satisfied. For the first time end the last I bad looked into the eyes I loved, over her lifeless b coast. A thorny path had been the one which I had followed to see the satire°. My day had dawned in darkneee, and, verily, my mono ing light fell upon a cloud and not on rne. Yes'withal, into my darkness there stole the brightness of the shining of a claim, peaceful morning It was not the rapturous triumph of egotism. which I had $o ear- nestly sought. It was not the dazzling triumpbent morning 'Which my eantation had minted, but the still, soft reflection of the Bayer lining of the cloud, falling in mercy upon a penitent it, mokatoth and ashes, enviably bending to the rod th et emote him, kiming the gentle hand of Fate that had allowed him ten years for some. thing a little bitter than that whioh he had evolved for lairneelf, up to the time when he touched the hem of Mina's garment. Thanks to the kindness of friends I found myself in the delightf al home upon the Hudson. I have never seen the "Rhino without a citadel of tyranny," but as I hear its murmur from my veranda, I seem to know it as an old friend, for I recall the vivid pictures whioh my father painted for me, wish his pen, long years ago, when he was wandering upon ite banks. And, for- tunately, though I possessed sufficient means to support myself with moderate monomy, it hes not proved necessary for me to live an utterly uselem life. Tbenks to my father, I yet had the talent of an education, and, to utilize it, found some young men whose ambitions led them higher than poverty allowed them to aspire, and for tlaem I opened a free evening school, fitting them for college. This soon so far outgrew ite limits thet through the day I found myself conduoting a real private school of languages. It was e suggestive thought, omenionelly coming into my night, that this capacity, without whioh my life would now be such an utter blank, where instead it has been filled with pleaeure, was the only acquisi- tion which I had not armed, and the only good thing which I had received, tor which I had Sited to find any abnormal adaptto tion to the aim of my one ambition. Ere long it was absolutely necessary thet I have an assietant, and I had hardly realized the need when, providentially, a colleague was secured for me, poseeseing all the requirements for the peculiar poen tion. He was a German youth of superior eduostion and remarkable ability, and at once he grew so much into my life, as well as my labor, that I wondered how I had ever succeeded without him. Though young, he was skilled in all the modern languages, and was more apt than 1 in im. parting them, to that he soon relieved me entirely in that department, while, in our hours of rest, he was so mach e companion and friend as well that, in time, I foand myself almost kneeling at a confessionel while we convereed. It was the first time in my life that I had ever experienced the delight of whispering life's sentiments and sorrows to a synapa. there ear. Perhaps I might wieely have heterd an admonitory whisper saying: "Go bury thy sorrow, the world has it share. Go bury it deeply. Go hide it with care." Bat I thought of the German proverb: " Durch Erfahrung wird mann Mug," and hoped that my experience might be for my young friend the wisdom which my father's would have been for nee had I given my thoughts to his warnings. Here it would have ended had not my colleague beguiled me with ehrewd 5nd marching questions, delicately hidden in susceptible excuses, till, unwittingly, I was led deeper and deeper in the confessing, till, at last, every. thing was minimised. Iv came about more in the way of discussion than as at an open confessional, and we argued warmly some- times over the variona motives and lack of motives; first end amend causes and extent of responsibility; having what my cone. panion would laughingly cell an hour at metaphy MOB when the pupils left us to be oar own teachers. I protested that my own life was being made too much the text book, but my nol- league only laughed and asid : "That is quite as it should be, Professor, for it is a book 'whioh you can read.' I remarked, too, that the ground which he took in arguing was always one to pal- liate ray errors aid find plausible excuses therefor. Laughing again, he said : " We never see ourselves as others see us. Sometimes it is for better ; sometimes it is for worse. We may have the right of it, 1 suppose, and equally well we may have the wrong. For yeare, as you say, Professor, you had yourself very much better than you really were I wonder if it be not possible that, in the reaction, you are now far enough the other way to melte ap in all feir average." Well, it was thus that I told my story, and this it is, just as I am sending it to you now; for, unseen by my blind eyes, while I told it my colleague was transcribing it word for word, as he drew from me the story of my life. It was while this was going on that we discussed the errors and weaknesses, which today I so bitterly regret, and I gained a much clearer understanding of myself, whioh would very greatly aid me—if I were to live my life over. We are coming to the end," 1 seed, one day," and I am hoping that you will permit it, that your life shalebe the 'next volume for aa to Study. We shall have a happier time of it, I am mire, my friend, for it Mande without saying, it eounde in your very voice, that we shall have sunshine inetead of Monde to discos, and after my night we shall the better appreciate your morning, "When We have done with this volume, premed to the lout chapter, Yeti feettud— CHAPTER XXII. TUE TABT OgarrEn. "—You, found the* yott were blind. How did you think of it ? " '1 It seemed to me more of a juet reward thanwhat We unjustly cell a puniehment," I replied. 11 And my chief regret is fillet I have eo poorly eameeded in anything more than repaying kindneee with kinuness ; doing so little as casting bread upon the waters, so little loving as God loves." " To what end "he asked. " That to me (end to her, I suppom, if she ehould ever know of it) it might be a guaranty that my desire eet least was to do better." "Do you know the effeot of every aat, coneidered by divine enemy, so well that yon can say to a certainity that you hem failed ? " he &eked. " Surely," I replied," OXIO kuowe much if not all instinotive revelation and reflex action." " What then," he setked, "ie your criterion 2 " " The coneciousnesa of personal sacrifice and the heart's appreciable benefit," I responded promptly. ',there was a carious solemnity in the full, roh voice that, without further com- ment, repeated " Have we not prophesied in Thy name, and in Thy name oast out demons and in Thy name done many wonderful worka ? ' " " Yon are right," I said, smiling. " You leave the Master's authority when you depreciate a confindence in that oriterion, 110 far as the soul's here after faith is con- sidered; but what, for instance, amnia you suggeet ae an established criterion for him who longs for something of that consolation here?" Again the full, melodious voice replied : " • Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these.' " " That," I replied with a deep sigh, 11 is the gentle criteron estebliehed by the ineffable love of the Most High. God grant nee mercy upon a judgment more charitable than I could judge. I think you are bring- ing too maoh,of the hereafter as an element in the here. When, for myself, I cannot, how shell I venture to ask of another mem tel to look at me trough the eyes of the Almighty ? " " It needs not the Infinite, Professor. The very finite mind can easily realize that to err is but e human weakness. Who has not erred ? " he' asked. " To forgive is a divine compassion," I replied. " And when I have been so egregiously human is there any justice in my thinking that she should be divine 2 " There was a moment's pause, followed by five words of sack strange complication that they startled me: " Her God has for. given you ? " It did not appear as an interrogetion, bat tee as the shadow of a thought, falling aceidentally upon the tongue, without intention, and equally without ooneideration I replied: " Unworthy as I am I surely trust with all my soul Must her GOO has forgiven me." Again a moment's pewee, and again that gentle voice pronounced the startling enquiry " Is she greater than her God? ' I could not see my companion's face, but I knew that the soul of sympathy was in it and was not angry ; but feeling that we had carried the disoueeion too far, I re. plied "11 I could feel, some day, only that she saw in the past, in my waywardnese, some. thing, after all, of the imperfect love I bore her, that she were willing to find such exonees es you have found, deem fribeid ; that when she thought et me elle realied that, at the least, I had tried to do better; that sbe knew bow bitterly I regret that so often and so much my thoughts have wronged her; if I could feel this, dear friend, I should be happy. I should peones infinitely more of forgiveness than I min ever hope for or deserve." His Marring comment was: "Who knows bat love may still abide with her 2 " "Love 1" I exclaimed. "Love in her heart for me? Dear friend, how soon you have forgotten all that I have told you of myself. Love overcoming snob abhorrence? Love for a blind men "1 am thinking more of what you have told me about her," my friend replied, speaking very elowly. "You have not re- presented her as beiog less than human, that she should so persist in condemnation. I do not believe that she is cruel. Forgive me, Professor, I am speaking from my heark. Such sentimente as were provoked by yesterday to be drawn into today would simply be diabolical. I oan better believe that, even now, ehe is tormented, yes, more them you have been, with thoughts that she has been in the wrong. Nay, Prolessor, let me speak, for it is in myheart. What if she realized she had erred? What if as bitterly as yon, and as earneetly she longed to be forgiven ? I will epeak it, Professor; it his grown and grown upon me. You shall not interrupt me until I am done, for you are doing her to.day a great iojastice. You are wrong. beg her to think that she oannot forgive. Nay, I oan almost believe, at this moment, the,t she is thinking thet after her oraelty to yoto though that, too, was meant in love, it is you, instea,d,who cannot forgive. Pardon me, Professor; in my earnestness I forgot to be respectful ; but I believe that she is right; I believe that she has °aired her austerity too far. I believe at this moment she would gladly come to you and tell you of her penitence, with team in her eyes acknow- ledge she had blundered, that when she might have opened her arms to yore, as her longing heart had urged her, she had mis- judged you end driven you farther into wrong. Oh, I wish I could open your heart to understand it so. Perhaps she might do it. If she were to make some very groat saorifice ; if she were to give up all the world to be with you now, to try to prove to you her love and her sorrow, and if, upon her knees, she should plead with you and tell you how blank and empty waa the world to her, till you forgave her and took her to your heart 'main, as the only loving, longing hope of all her life—Think of it—Profertsor ! I tell you it is possible. Think of it. Could you not, would you not believe her 2 " you shall choose the next &wording to your pleasure," he replied. "11 you with to dia. ones my life, why—yea, there will be ann. thine ; but no morning atm shines the whole day. The sword of Demoales, unaeen, Menge over many a sovereign ot sunshine. The skeleton, unnoticed, Mends in Me closet behind the chair of enemy a host, of smiles. Too lose an investigation may out that hair and unbolt the door, but there hi no need of shakirtg the skeleton prematurely. Sufficient unto the dime you know, Pro- feSSet, aild we have yet the pleasantest part of the present volume left to us. 1. tiflenr0 you that it has been to mo interest- ing, euggestive, instruotive and, why, I min berate say whet it has not been to me. ing tedi of the p0 wee to dietinguieh riot color Mo neve at least shout before ennest, and How strangely my life had woven AMU r a, e father, my friend, in thinking of me mnet think of the Lorelei. For a moment I thought that my heart had borne me back to Ropperd, and forgot that it was ray companion who was singing, unoonsolouely, as his tlaoughts of me wove therneelves about the song of the Lorelei. He had never mug before, but, (Wen in that pimple strain, there was the force of a rich, melo- dious voice that thrilled me, alinopt as when Mine hacl sung it upon the Arno. I would not ask him to sing louder, for he could not sing it so !meetly if be were con. mime, but rising, softly, I approached hien needing no, guiding hand if the Lorelei led me on. I had almost remained the window when he began the last verse and a eudden pang of regret allot from my heart. In the strange joy that had filled me with that singing 1 had not thought of the little trill at the end ; the rest might be almost as sweet au Mina could have eung it, bat that trill was more than all the song to me. 1 could have stopped him, bat each note breathed so much of it warra heartni sympathy, that, for his love for me, I thought it were better that I should suffer than that he should know bow his song had calmed me pair), and thne I stood in eilencie as each clear note fell—a sad, sweet memory of the Lest, the tinforgotten : " glaube die Wellen verechlingen Am Enda Schiffer und Kahn; Una dos hat roit ihrem Singen Die Lorelei gethan," Boppard 1 Florence 1 Thet trill I "Mine 1 My Mina 1" I cried, epring. ing forward. And two arms wound tenderly ebout my neck, end a loving whisper tell upon my ear: " Yes, Cabo! Pily Carlo 1 Mine s here ; not to forgive, Cere, but to be forgiven. Only believe me 1 Only take me to your heart again " And this is what, with her singing, my Lorelei has done. What then? Why, for you, too, God grant it, out of the night into the morning. PRE END. Peabody Dwellings. The late George Peebody'e gift of 52,500,000 to provide dwellings and lodg- ing.houses for the poor of London bee now grown, by tne addition of rents and in- terest, to a total of e5,117,230, while the land and buildings under the oare of the trust are valued at $6,169,225 more. Up to the end of last year there had been 5,071 dwellings furmshed to the &Almon and laboring poor of London. The dwell. inge are not in et group, but are scattered over the city, having been placed where they were likely to do the most good. Vital statistics show that this plan hen contribated to the health as well as to the comfort of the poor, and at the same time has enabled them to retain their self. respect and independence. Ridicule. We may satirize error, but we must cam - passionate the erring; and this we must always teach by example to children, not only in whet we Bey of others before them, bat in our treatment of themeelvec. We should never use ridicule toward them except when it is evidently so good-natured that its epirit cannot be mistaken, says the New York Ledger. The agony whioh a sensitive child feels on being held up before others as en object of ridicule, even for a trifling error, a miatake or peculiarity, is not soon forgotten, or easily forgiven. When we wish, therefore, to excite oontri- tion for a serious fault, ridicule should never be employed, as the feelinge raised are opposed to self-reproaele. "Dear friend," I replied after a moment's pause, almost choking with emotion. "No, I should not believe it, even if Mina her- self should say to me that ehe was cruel or wrong. Your kind heart is too full of syramethy for what I am to approiate what I have been." He had nothing more to say, and we eat it little longer in silence. Then I heard his step eta he crossed the room, and I new that he wee standing by the open window. Ire it ennaet yet ? " asked. But he made no reply. He was thinking too deeply; thinking of my sorrow. I could hear him sigh but nothing more, till gorily, like the distant warble of a bird when one must breathe lightly to listen, and ha sure that it is it bird, there came from the window it quivering note aria another of that deer eta song of which we had been talking : "Ich wbiss Matt, wen sell es bedetiten, Dan icle so Mamie bin Sweet Revenge. A bachelor tradesmen who has just died in Hamburg adopted a novel method of revenging himself on the woman 'who once jilted him. In his will he left her legacy of 12,000 =irks, but also indited the fol. lowing letter, which he ordered to be handed to the lady, who is now a widow, with the money: "Madam,—Some thirty puma ago I was a suitor for your hand in marriage. You refused my offer, and as a consegmence my days have been passed in peace Isnd quietness. Now I requite your goodness." Boon or Never, Boston Courier Balfinch—Hello, old fellow; I haven't seen you for it long time; let me congratulate you. Jenks—Congratnlate me? Bull:inch—Yes I hear you're married. Jenke—Well, ;hat was eix weeks ago. Bulfinoh—But At's not too late, is it, to congratulate you on it? Jenks --Well, you jest take my advice, and when you congratulate a man on get. ting married, do it within two weeks or not at all. &dofrombone, but day from eigletlt 1 em eager for whet fir to Settle, Let lee and 0 t 01 thee hong till Mina ray itt Good Readin'. Savannah (Ga.) News: The advertiser gets more for his money now than form erly, because the greater attractions of the newspapers increase the number of news- paper readers, and, besides, the newspapers are read more thoroughly now than ever before. The advertising columns are an interesting feature of well-conduoted news• papers, and are read about as generally as the news columns. A Sensitive Tenant. Indignant Landlord—If you don't pay up, out yon go. I'll have you fired right out into the street, bag and baggage. You haven't paid a cent in six months. Delinquent Tenant—Don't do that. I'll be disgraced in the eyes of the neighbore. Rather than have you fire me ont, " I'd stand year raising the rent from $20 to $30 a month. She Had to Do it. Mrs. Nambernine of Chic:Ago—Whet You have accepted that New York dude? How could you do such a thing Miss Numbernine—Well, what could I say? If I hadn't he would have boycotted the fair. Jaysharp (a ransiord entiensiast)--Who is your favorite composer, Mr. Gazley ? Gazley—Well, Dr. Choker composes me, sooner than any other minieter I ever lietened to. The MoEfale Bill, which prohiblis the wearing of tights on the stage and 'oome els the wearing of at least a short akirt, has mimed the Minnesota Senate. Rose Coghlan is playing "Peg Wofdii7- eon" at the Fourteenth Street Theatre. She will be succeeded next week by Joseph ildorphy in "The Kerry Gow." —He—So Jack isn't devoted to Kate any more. Did they fight? She—Fes; they had an engagement. Ned Buntline is said to have once earned 11.1,500 in six weeks by hard writing. Sir Walter Soott received $40,000 for " Wood - Mock," ehe work of three roonthe. McKee Rankin has been playing The Canticle" at NibloM. There is a stoat matron who haft added to her .height by e, plain prim:teem which ie rnade to quite tench the floor. The only fulmar; in the front of the waist, which is brought to one side with an ornament, the opening being on the left side and invieible, The fit over the hip is partook, the only Movement neeeseary to theekirt being givea by the bulk plaite. "SIGS oOrdlETIel NOT," mell Stain Au, Old Gentleman with Whom cupid le not Gealtug j01113 Moo:a is en old baohelor of Oshawa, but he is the centre of attraotion at the Rossin UOUGO to•day. The members of the 14egislature sink into insignifiosnoe compared with him, and it is a matter of queetion if the advent of the Prince of Wales would mote a greater ffenstetion. lIe has hired the whole fine fist of the Rossin bedrooms, parlon, waiting -rooms, corridors, and all for the girl who will never come. He advertised for a wife in the Chicago and Buffalo paporm and got a reply from an alleged young woman Mating Mutt she would be at the Union Station some day this week, end he wee to meet her. The moet pathetic figure in the Union station is this old man with hie big Mende in white kid gloves end a calla lily which some wag pinned his lapel— standing grueling at every women who gete off the train, expositing the.t one of them will throw her arena round his neok. With the quick instinct of women, although he halt only been here five days, every girl from King etreet to the Union station. knowe him, and the peeking and grinning behind half -drawn curtains would fill a lake. He meet e every train wearing a $6 overcoat, it donar hat and white gloves, and he goes home every night hoping for the best to•morrow.—Toronto Telegram. Lovely Duchess and Lovely Dress. At the drawing -room held at Dublin Castle a short time ago, the lovely young Daohese of Leinster wore an exquisite Gaiusborough dress, adapted with remark - Ole ertistio OM and taste to her figure, height and wonderful complexion. The bang murk train was of pale -blue silk of the richest and softeet texture, edged all round with a ruche of crepe in the same pale, refined ehtele. This train was feet ened on at the elmaldere, curved plume of the bine being brought round under the arms, edged with Di HMO frill of white silk muslin'the two pieces meeting on the bottom and held together by a very large turquoise. From the shoulders the train hung sheer away from tite figure, the dress beneath falling in straight, harmonious lines to her feet. It was made of white silk muslin caught up in folds at one side with & long ostrich feather in pale blue. Two olnetere of similar feathers, very long and of great beauty, trimmed the train. Yet another feather was pieced on one shoulder. In the hair, above a diemond coronet, rose it single blue feather, the top of it curling over, es though anxious to look down intci the beautiful faoe beneath. The ornaments worn with this were tur- quoises and diemonds. A DN ust uisance. What an enemy dust is to the good ap. pearanoe at a woman 1 Wrinkles are badly acoentuated by it. There is noth• ing like steaming the face for keeping the skin in good condition and thus getting out the grime which clouds every complexion not daily submerged in soap and hot water. Duet is the rain of the freehnese of complexion and is most injurione to the hair and hurtful to the general vigor. Daring the cold weather hot water ts especially beneficial lee the skin, pertioularly if softened by borax, and if some soothing lotion is directly need after it. There is everything in the nee of water for the skin, as bathing is worth all the medicines in the world always, of course, when the system is premiered for it. Like the taking of etimnlante, tbere is the use and abuse of the bath, and as many ere injured it benefited by the indesoriminate bathing, whereas at proper intervals hot water will be Mond io war with pimples on the face effectually, but draughts and oold air afterwards must be avoided, just as in the washing of the head, or neuralgia will pat in a claim or cense new wrinkles that will make all prior ones insignificant. 7 he Gambling Episode. The Prinoe of Wales, who eeeme totally unable to rid himself of hie painful and harassing oough, he,s been greatlyannoyed by a cartoon recently published in the Piper o' Dundee, a local print that has bounded into notoriety by its daring skit on the " Baccarat Boy." It is said that several copies of the edition have been intercepted in transit through the poet, and if the statement be Arne it would be interesting to learn by what authority, and at whose inetanoe, this step was taken. The Duke of Cambridge, at the Queen's exprese de. sire, has delayed hie journey home from Cannes for it few days so as to be able to communicate personalfy with Her Majesty on the vexed and vexing question of the gambling scandal. fle will, however, be baok at Gloucester House by the end of the present weEk.—Truth. Shakspeare Very Much Revised. Buffalo Nows : Stage Menager—Of coarse, Mr. Sullivan, it doesn't make the elightest difference and the bloomin' audi- ence oan wait ; but you'll pardon me if I kind of euggest, as it were, that it's your (MO John L. (Romeo) —Is Jule on th' bel - cony ? Stege Manager—She's been there 10 minutes. John L.—All right. I'm in it. Call time. Charming Belle. Chicago Eferald : May --Belle Van Leer would have been a martyr in the Dark Ages. Stella --Whet makes you think eo ? May—Why, you know, when she found that George Bond had loet all his money she said: If I marry him people will say I am it philanthropist, and I cannot and will not be ostentatious. So I shell give him up, though it break my heart!" An Appropriate Costume. Puck: "What was the idea of dressing the little page at the Revere wedding like it Western desperado?" " Oh, he was to hold up the train, you know!" What Barnum Did. Montreal Gazette: Barnum gathered it fortune of five million dollars with his 13110W, Barnum advertised. Beggar—Can you help a poor men who lost three fingers in a railroad smash-up? Advertising Manager—Well, if you want to advertise for the fingers we won't make any °Whf lerc)orgeeteI0 . a r tyou,Ps°rP*hat reason ifut 37' anyoar I e te eI:ne anyona should °lunge your religion? Widow— Certainly it ie. Do you suppose I want to meet him in the next world after what I've gone through in this ? At the trial Saturday of the Parnellites charged with having dinturbecl a mo. Carthyite meeting, three priests, who Were among the large number of persons arrested at Carrioloon.Shannon on Friday for refuting to appear as Crown witheesee, were compelled to go on the witness Bean& Two of the prisoners affirmed their intim cermet but pleaded guilty in order to free the prieete, and were bound to keep the vice for one year. The ether ptmoner Waa dititherged. OHRISTIANITY D BOOIEVY. Nen Who Reap Where The', Nave Not Sown. male lielimienow lieetOPOSE.m. The following is it eynopets of a lecture remently delivered. by Mr W. A. Douglen, of Toronto, before ehe Young Been'a Clbris- tam Association et Barliagion ; Christianity towhee the principleir amording to which wealth should be divided. Hoonomioe teaches the cornet method or applying these prinoiplee. It has been memo:lea that if we could make every man right then society would neoesearily be right. Herein Hee a fated error. An engine is etnnething more than it mere aggregation of parts. It is an adjustment- So moiety in more than a mere aggregation ot indi- vtduals. It is an adjustment also. We may have each part all was could be desired, has if we have bed edjaattnent ORE Boole' arrangement's' may become self-de- struoiive. Here the pesker pointed out the terrible results that proceed from a lack of economic investigation. Every city on this continent shows precisely the same kind of development, two neonetrositiee—a monstrosity of eaperebundant wealth at one extreme and it monstrostty of blighting poverty at the other extreme. Many people without inveetigating attribute title reenit wholly to individual cheraateristica beam:tee porno are thrifty and others not. A little investigation shows this to be too hasty a conclusion. Observe the hietory of two men in it new country. They start about equal, each with it section of land. The one section continues a farm, the other becomes the site of an immense city. What are the respective fatures of these two men? The former puts in a lifetime of toil, producing great abundance, and. ends his life, perhaps, with it fortune of five thousand dollars, or, perhaps, with a mortgage hung round his neck, and leaves to hie euceessore for all generations toil similar to his own, producing abundance but enjoying only comparative sottroity. On the other hand, the owner of the oily lot toiled for only a few years, but with every inorimee of population his fortune grows larger and larger. He ends life as millionaire, and leaves to his successors the, power to live without toil for all generationa to come. Had the city grown on the fire* section'the fortunes of these two men would have been reversed. We reward men now, not according to their industry, or according to the benefit they confer on society, bat According to the location and growth of population. The man who immures possession of land where population centreemcquires power to appropriate most of the value that comes to the land simply throtigh the growth of population. We thus allow laim to appal - prime product without producing, and we thus prevent the producere enjoying the product of their induetry and compel them to surrender it to the landowner. As population increases the power of the land- owner to appropriate increases also; his fortune grows the producers must sur- render more; ;heir obligation grows. We thus allow the growth ot population to act as a huge wedge, lifting one part of moiety to enormous wealth, while crushing the other portion beneath an obligaeion, oontinuone, increasing and never ending. We have Millen into this error by con- founding together two things that differ ate widely as darkness differs from light. The houses, faotories, maohinery and goods itt. our cities are produced by lebor. They are something added by lftbor to the octave - *noes of this world. Labor ever tries to make them abundant. These thing° will not stay; they are coneumed or worn out; labor must ever put forth its energies to replace them. Such are the characterie- tice of the products of labor. Abundance, toil to produce them, transient in d oration : toil needed to replace them. Land value, on the other hand, is exactly opposite in its characteristics. This value increases as population increases and land becomes more scarce. It is not a product of labor; it is not transient in duration; it does not. require toil for its replacement. Land value is as different froro labor prodnote as any two things can be different, and yet in our legislating, whether treating of the distribution of wealth, the rights of property or the imposition of taxation, we meet these two things exactly alike. We aot as foolishly as the doctor who com- pounds food and poison. To rectify this wrong, we must most religiously observe the distinction between these two values— the value of labor products and the value of land. The first ie caused by individual enterprise and induetry and should never be amend for taxation. The land value. on the contrary, should be most carefully appropriated by the community for publia purposes, otherwise we perpetuate the wrong by allowing one part of society ta grow in wealth by the spoliation end degredation, of the other part of eociety. We cause maladjustment, that must pre-. Bent an impassible barrier to the progress of Christianity and the growth of civiliza- tion. How He Judged. West Shore: Benedioe (to editorj—I always thought you were married till you offered prizes for a word contest. Editor—Well—er—I don't quite see how our prize offer coald enlighten you on that point. Benedict—Don't, eh? Why, man alive, we married men don't have to offer prizes :or word contests; we get 'em free. - Change the lepitaph. New York Sun: Old Scroggs—What did you carve on that tombstone I ordered a while ago? Monument man--A.agnettno Boroggs, R. I. P. "That's all right; bat if I am not better by 10 morrow met make it G. R. L P." An Unavoidable Delay. Buffalo News: Bingo—I went into the antique furniture dealer's today to get that 17111 century ohair yon admired so much and he had pat sold it. Mrs. Bingo—How unfortunate Bingo—Yes. He said it would be at least a week before he could turn out another like it. ' What They Now gnovv., Chicago Canadian American : A Canadian paper remarks that American journalists now dieones Canadian caftan with a great deal of intelligence. Yes, some Chicago journalists now know that the Dominion Parliament does not &Bumble in Toronto. Sheriff &erre died at Brantford yester- day, aged 46 year,. The deceased was taken down with be grippe a year ego last February, and has beett gradually oinking ever since. He held daring his brief life- time nearly every officio in the Ole of the °Mune from Mayor down. He was tho head of the Brantford Vernish Company, direotor of the B. W. (St L. E fesilweer, rind foremost in other enterprises. liee did muoh tO beautify the deer by building many new honeee end One whole !MDR% whioh is named after biol. The funeral will tide° piece on Tuesday afternoon.