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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-8-18, Page 6AFTISR PUN The Workingman " Arbees weal Sings Ms Song. (Geo. R. Sims). walked tt percesshin with a leumer and a band, And they said. I was a. noosanee in Igh. 'Osborn and the Strati ; spouted at a meeting which was iu Trafalgar square, Rut they soatthe slops to charge me and to clear me out of there, 0 it's "Demmygog " and "Sochu)iet," and ' "Damn the jay lout," But it's "Bless the Britieb. workman" with the ballot -box about. The ballotbox about, my lads, the ballot - box about, 0! Bless the British workmaa " with the ballot -box about. struck for- better wages, and they said I was a fool, .And the crafty nagitatur merely Used me as a tool ; And when the idils WAS starvinand we hadn't sup no bite, hey only shrugged their shoulders and they • said it served me right. Por it's "Ruin to the eouutry," and it's wickoduess and. crime, But it's "Sacred. Bights o' Labor" just about election time. ,rust about election time, my lads, just about eleetion time, 0 it's "Sacred. Righte o' Labor " 3USS about election time. m lazy ancl I'm 'acing, and a noosance and a cuss Awi sits! on trade and commerce like a b:essed inkylnas. in a draggin' down the Hempire anda-swelling of the rates, And a 'ortiy-ainded eimbug what the hupper classes 'ates. For it's "Workingmen are duffers," and. 'They're never worth a groat But it's British bone and sinew " when they wants your blooming vet:, They wants your blot:ening vote, ley lads, they wants your blooming,voi e ; 01 it's "British bone andslnew ' when they wants your blooming vote, A /Dream. or Biome. stood last night upon the dreary shore That girdles roiled fair Seetia's eastern land; wildlysavage scene where breakera war 'Gainst temples hewn by nature's master hand. he gulls, like airy spirits o'er the wave, Screamed me a rough but kindly welcome home, And trees and flowers their choral antb.em gave And bade the weary wanderer cease to roam, he heather's bloom in purple clothed the hill, The corn-craik piped his harsh note through the grain; he wimpLing burn ram seaward past the mill, And everything was sweet—a glad refrain. traced. the old gray abbey's ruined aisle, Where oft in youthful fancy could I hear ale monks, in stole and warriors' clanking mail, And kings and. nobles who this fano did rear. Hail! oh proud land of tarn and stately erne! What charms still gild thy wild and stormy shore; Although in kinder climes, our hearts stM yearn For Scotia's mists, for Scotia's torrents' war. ir land cf worth and warriors high renown • Accept the tribute which a bard would bring: May years add lustre to thy jewelled crown And freedom's shout from coast to coast still ring. GEORGE SCOTT. False Kindness. (From Harper's Young People.) The softest little fluff of fur 1 The gentlest, most persuasive purr Oh, everybody told me that She was the loveliest little esti' So when she on the table sprung. And lapped the cream with small red tongue, I only gently put her down, And said, " o, no 1" and tried to frown; But if I had been truly kind, I should have made that kitten mind! Now. large and. quick, and strong of will, She'll smug anon the tehle still, And, spite of ail my watchful care, Will saatch the choicest dainties there; And everybody says. "Saab! seat! She's such a dreadful, dreadful cat!" But I, who hear them, know, with shame, I only am the one to blame, For in the days when she was young And lapped the cream with small red tongue, Had 1 to her been truly kind, I should have made that kitten mind. When Babe Begins to CrawL am nothing but a baby, I guess I'm pretty small, But really you would be surprised to see the way I crawl. I only learned the other day, and now its my delight, To crawl around the carpet from early morn till night. I've been uaderneath the table, I get tangled in the chairs, And all the time keep waiting for a chance to try the stzers. And now I know you won't believe what lots of things 1 encl. I never thought1 d have so much to occupy my mind. There are pins,. of course, and buttons, and common tlungs like that, And once 1 found. a penny right underneath the mat. And tacks, my goodness gracious, they are Strewn so thick, you know, I always geta moutlaful whichever way I go. And once I found the scissors, my mother's sharp ones, to, And many other curious things wb.ose use I never knew. In fact, I'm kept quite busy, butlet me tell you all, A fellow can't see much of life until he learns to crawl. Iltile ffenter'e Slate. After dear old grandma died, Hunting through an oaken °hest In the attic we espied What repaid our childish quest; Twas a homely little slate, Seemingly of ancient dale. On its quaint and battered face Was the picture of a cart Drawn with all that awkward gram Which betokens childish art; put what meant this legend, pray ' Homer drew this yesterday?" Mather recollected then What the years were fain to hide— She was but a baby when Little Homer lived and died.; Forty years, so mother said, Little floraer had been dead. This one secret through those years • Grandma kept from all apart, Hallowed by her lonely tears And the breaking of her heart; While each year that sped away Seemed to her but yesterday. So the homely little slate Grandma's baby's lingers pressed, To a memory consecrate, Lieth in the oaken chest, 'Where, unwilling we should know, Grandma put it, years ago. After his Short 'vacation. His linen coat he dons to -day, Likewise Ws linen vest, And to the country takes his way To get a rest, , Two Weeks henee to the town he hies, Denuded of his pelf, And two days on the bed he lice To rest himself. Speech for a tittle Roy. I'm going to be a wise man, As you may plainly tee; If I do all the good I can, There'll be a place for mo. know that I am very ernale Ian scarcely three feet high ; But then, when 1 am big and tall, Won't I be smart? Oh, my SO, ellen, I must my IOS80118 get, My temehets kind obey; never nsust get erase and fret, But pleaseet be etch dim; Wiehleg Mutt tee may ell do right, leek to be exemied ; , Mid you all a kind good-itighe Hoping yoe've been amused.. OUR 1-10USEBOAT, THIS houseboat was Ethelbertha's ,idea. We had spent a day, the manner before, on one belongitag to n friend of mine, and she had been eureptured with the life. Everything was on such a delight- fully tiny scale. You lived int a tiny little room; you slept on a tiny little little bed, in A tiny, tiny little bedroom ;end you cooked your little dinner by a tiny little fire, in the tiniest little !Eitel= that yell ever did see. "Oh, it =et be lovely living on a house- boat," said. Ethelberta, with a gasp of ecstasy. Ethelbertha aud I, discussing the eubjeot during our return Journey in the tra,in, resolved that next year we oureelves would possess a houseboat, a smaller houseboat, if possible than even. the, one we had Just seen. it ahould have art muslin curtains and a flag, and the flowere about it should be wild roses and forget-nte-nota, I could walk all the morning on the roof, with an awning over me to keep the !sun off, while Ethelbertha trimmed the roses and made cakes for tea, and in the evenings, we would sit out on the little deck and Ethelbertha would play the guitar (she would begin learning it at once), or we would sit quiet and listen te the nightingale. For, when you are very, very young, you dream that the summer is all sunny days and. moonlight nights that the wind blows • always softly from the west and that roses will thrive anywhere. But as you grow older, you grow tired of waiting for the dull gray sky to break. So you close the door and come in and crouch- over the fire, wondering why the winds blow ever from the east, and you have given up trying to rear roses. I knew a little cottage girl who saved up her money for months and months so as to buy a new frock to go to a flower show in. But the day of the flower show was a nasty, web day, so she wore an old frock instead. And all the fete days for quite a long while were nasty, wet days, and she feared she would never have a chance of wearing her pretty white dress. But at last there came a fete day morning that was bright and eunny, and then that little cottage girl clapped her hands and ran upstairs, and took her new frock (which had been her "new frock" for so long a time that it was now the oldest frock she had) from the box where it lay neatly folded between laven- der and thyme, and held it up, and laughed to think how nice she would look in it. But when she went to put it on she found that she had outgrown it, and that it was too small for her every way. So she had to wear a common old frock after all. Things happen that way, you know, in this world. There were a boy and girl once who loved each other very dearly. But they were both poor, so they agreed to wait till he had made enough money for them to live comfortably upon, and then they would marry and be happy. It took him a long while to do it, because making money is very slow work, and he yeauted, while he was about it, to make enough for them to be very happy upon indeed. He accomplished the task eventually, however, and came back home a 'wealthy man. Then they met again in the same poorly furnished parlor where they had parted. But they did not sit as near to each other as they had sat then. For she had lived alone so long that she had grown prim and old-maidish, and she was feeling vexed with him for having dirtied the carpet with his muddy boots. And he had worked so long earning money that he had grown hard and cold, like the money itself, and was trying to think of something affectionate to say to her.. . So for a while they eat, one each side' of the paper " dre-stove ornament," both wondering why they had shed such apnea- ing tears on that day they kissed each other goocieby ; then said ' good -by " again, and were glad. There is another tale with much the same moral that I learned at school out of a copy book. If I remember rightly, it runs somewhat like this: Once upon a time there lived a wise grass- hopper and a foolieh ant. All through the pleasant surnm.er weather the grasshopper sported and played, gambolling with his fellows in and out among the sunbeams, dining sumptuously each day on leaves and dewdrops, never troubling about the mor- row, singing ever his one peaceful, droning song. Then there came the cruel winter: and . the grseshoprer, looking round, saw that his friends, the flowers, lay dead, andknew from that that his own little span was drawing near its close. Then he felt glad that he hail been so happy, and had not wasted his life. "It has been very short," said he to himself, "bub it has been very pleasant, and I think I have made the beat use of it. I have drunk in the sunshine, I have lain on the soft, warm air, I have played merry games in the waving grass, I have tasted the juice of the sweet, green leaven. I have done what I could. I have spreaclmywings, I have sung my song. Now I will thank God for the sunny days that are passed, and die." Saying which, he crawled under a brown leaf, and met his fate in the way that all brave grasshoppers should ; and a, little bird thst was passing bypicked him up tenderly, and buried him. Now, when the foolish ant saw shis, she was greatly puffed up with Pharisaical eonceit. "How thankful I ought to be," aid she "that I am industrious and pru- dent, and ' not like this poor grashopper. While he was flittmg about from flower to flower, and enjoying himself, I was hard at work, putting up against the winter. Now he is dead, while I am about to make my- self missy an my warm home, and eat all the good things that I have been saving But, at she spoke, the gardner came along with his spade ancl leveUed the hill where she dwelt to the ground, and left her lying dead amid the ruins. Then the same kind little bird that had buried the grasshopper came and picked her out and buried her also; and afterward he composed and sang a song, the burthen of whieh was "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." was, a very pretty song, and a very wise song, and a man who lived in tinge daya, and to whom the birds, loving him and feeling that he was almost one of thenuielves, had taught their language, fortunately overheard it and wrote it down, so that all may read Veto this day. Onho.ppily for us, however, Fate is a harsh governess who has no sympathy With our desire governess, rosebuds. " Don't stop to pick flowers now, my dear," she OW, in her sharp, crows tones, as she seizes our arm and jerk e Us back into Ghe roadway.; 4i we haven't time to -day. We will come back again to -Morrow, and you shall pick them then." And we have to follow her, knowing. if we ere experienced ehildren, that the chancee are that We kali never conic that way again ; or that, if we do, itwill be when the roses are dead. Fate would not hear of mir having a houeeboat thab SU/MUM WhiOh was an exceptionally fine eummer—bitt prottiied ue that if we were good and saved up our Money we should have one next year ; and Ethelbertba and I: being eitlipleonindecle inexperieoced °When, were content with, the promise, and had faith in Oa gatisface tory fulfilment. Aft soon as we remelted home we informed Amenda of our pima. The moment the girl opened the door, Ethelbertha burst out with: "Oh ! Gan you swim, Amends 1" "Ne, mum, answered Amends, with entire absence of curiosity as to why such a question had been addressed to her. " never knew but one girl as could, and elle got drowned.' • "Well, you'll have to make haste and learn, then," continued Ethelbertha, '6 be, cause you won't be able to walk out with your yOling man; you'll have to swim 9uts We're not going to live in a how any more. We're going to live on a little boat in the middle of the river." , Ethelbertha.e3 chief object in life at this period was to eurprise and shock Amenda, and her chief sorrow that she had never =weeded in doing so. She had hoped great things fro in this announcement, but the girl remained unmoved. "Oh, are you MUM 1" she replied, and than went on to epeak of other matters. I believe the result would have been pre- cisely the same if we had told her we were going to live in a balloon. I do not know how it was, I am sure. Amenda was always most respectful in her manner. But she had a knack of making rae feel, when in her presence, that Ethel - bertha and I were a couple of children, playing at being grown up and married, and that she was humoring us. Houseboats then were not built to the scale of Mississippi steamers, but this boat was a small one, even for that primitive age. The inan from whom we hired it de- scribed it as " compaot." The man to whom, at the end. of the first month, we tried to sublet it, characterized it as "poky." In our letters we traversed this definition. Ite our hearts we agreed with it. At first, however, its size—or, rather, its lack of size—was One of its chief charms in Ethellserthes eyes. The fact that, if you rose up out of your bed carelessly, you were certain to knock your head against the ceiling, and, that it WAS utterly impossible for any man to put on his trousers except in the saloon, she regarded as a capital joke. What she herself had to take it looking - glass and go upon the roof to do her back hair she considered as amusing. Amends accepted her new surroundings with philosophic indifference. On being in- formed that what she had mistaken for it linen press was her bedroom, she remarked that there was one advantage about it, and that was that she could not tumble out of bed, seeing there was nowhere to tumble; and, on being shown the kitchen, she re- marked that she should like it for two things—one was that she could sit in the middle and reach everything without get- ting up; the other, that nobody else could came into the apentment while she was there. "You see, Amenda," explained Ethel - bertha, apologetically, "we shall really live outside." "Yea, mum," answered Amenda, "1 should say that would be the best place to do it." If only we could have lived more outside, the life might have been pleasant enough, but the weather rendered it impossible, six days out of seven, for us to do more than look out of the window and feel thankful that we had got it roof over our heeds. I have known wet summers before and since. I have learned by many bitter ex- periences the danger and foolishness of leaving the shelter of London during any time between thenst of May and the 3jet of October. Indeed, the country is always associated in my mind with recollections of long, weary days passed in the pitiless rain, and sad, dreary eveninge spent in other people's clothes. But never have I known, and never, I pray night and morning, may I know again such a summer as the ono we lived through (though none of us expected to) on that confounded house -boat. At about 5 o'clock in the morning we would be awakened by the rain's forcing its way through the window and wetting the bed, and would get up and mop out the saloon. After breakfast, I would try to work, but the beating of the hail upon the roof just over my head would drive every idea out of my brain, and, after a wasted hour or two, I would fling down my pen and hunt up Ethelbertha, and we would put on our mackintoshes and take our umbrellas and go out for a row or a walk. At midday we would return and put on some dry clothes and sit down to dinner. In the afternoon the storm generally freshened up a bit, and we were kept pretty busy rushing about with the towels and cloths, trying to prevent the water from coming into the rooms and swamping us. During tea time the saloon was usually il- luminated by forked lightning. The even- ings we spent in bailing out the boat, after which we took it in turns to go into the kitchen and warm ourselves. At 8 we supped, and from then until it was time to go to bed we sat wrapped up in rugs, listening to the roaring of the thunder and the howling of the wind and the lashing of the waves, and wondering whether the boat would hold out through the night. Friends would come down 10 spend the day with us—elderly, irritable people, fond of warmth and comfort people who did not, as a rule hanker :fter Jaunts, even under the mese favorable conditions; but who had been persuaded by our silly talk that a day on the river would be to them like a Saturday to Monday in paradise. Poor oreaturesl They would generally return home looking as if they had had a day in the river. They would arrive early in the morning, soaked and we would Wild them in dif. ferent benks and leave them to strip them- eelves, and put OR things of Ethelbertha'a or of mine. But Ethel and I, in those days, were slim, so that stout, middle-aged people in our clothes neither looked well nor felt happy. Upon their emerging, we would take them into the saloon and try to entertain them by telling them what we intended to do with them had the day been fine. But their answers were short, and occasionally snappy, and after it while the conversation would flag, and we would sit round reading last week's newspapers and coughing. The moment their own dlothes were dry (we lived in a perpetual atmoriPhere of steaming clothes) they would insist upon leaving us, which seemed to me disdour, teems after all that We bad done for them, and would dress themselves once more and etart off home, and get wet again before they got there. We would generally receive it letter a few days afterward, written by some relative, 'mfoeming no that both patients were doing as well as could be expected, mid promising to Send us it card for the funeral in ease of a relapse. Our chief recreation, our sole consolation, during the long Weeks of our imprisonment, Was to watch from our windows the plop.- eure-seekers passing by in their email, Open boats and to reflect what an aWfal day they had bed, or were going to have, an the met might be. in the Morning they would head up atteitm—young men With their ilweeflearts, nephews takingts out their rich old aun, husbands and wives (some of them, pairs, Some ef them edd ones), stylish Woking gilre with coueine, energetic looking men with dogs, higleoless eilent parties, loW- elass noisy pieties, quarrelsome family parties—boatload after boatload they went by, wet, but still hopeful, pointing out bite Of blue sky to ono another. In the evening they wouldreturn, drenched and gloomy, saying disagreeable things to one another. That summer, I am convinced, wag re- sponsible for the breaking off of many an engagement and the abandonment, maybe, of one or two elopements. A wet day on the river affords lovers an insight into each other's character that isnot otherwiee easily obtainable. Angelina learns that Edwin's language is not so limited as she had imagined, and Edwin perceives that Ange- lina'ssmile is not the fixture he had thought it. One couple, and one couple only, out of the many hundreds that passed under our view, wane back from the ordeal with pleasant faces, He was rowing hard and singing, with a handkerchief tied round his head to keep his hat on,and she was laugh- ing at him, while trying to hold up an umbrella with one hand mid steer with the other. There are but two explanations to account for people being jolly on the river in the rain. The one I dismissed as being both uncharitable and improbable. The other was creditable to the human race, and, adopting it, I took offmy cap to this damp but cheerful pair as they want by. They answered with a wave of the .hamcl, and I etood looking after them till they disap• peered in the mist. I ant inclined to think that those young people, if they still be alive, are very happy. Maybe fortune has been kind to them, or maybe she has not, but in either event they are, I am inclined to think, happier than are most people. Now and again the daily tornado would rage with such fury as to defeat its own purpose by prematurely exhausting itself, and thus being unable, toward evening, to come up to time; and, on these rare oc- casions, we would sit out on the deck and enjoy the unwonted luxury of s little fresh air. I remember well those few pleasant even- ings—the river, luminous with the drowned light, the dark banks where the night lurked, the storm -tossed sky, jewelled here and there with stars. It was delightful not to hear for an hour or so the sullen thrashing of the rain ; but to sit and listen to the leaping of the fishes, or the soft swirl raised by the water rat, swimming stealthily among the rushes, or the restless twittering of the few still wakeful birds. A. BOON FOR GIRLS. They Needn't Darn Their Stockings Any MOM Girls used to be brought up to understand that she who mended her stockings with court -plaster always caught the heel of her slippers in a crack and revealed to the young man who accompanied her the slovenly deed; whereupon he went straightway and proposed to her cousin Jane, who was plain, but darned her stockings so that the hole became like the web. Nor, it was pointed out to her, was there any record in the ribald song that the men who danced with a girl with a hole in her stocking married her, though she was the prettiest girl in the room. It is hard to give up the value of this early training, and feel that a good many hours have been uselessly saorificed in painful labor with the needle. It seems there in a. certain sort of rubber tisue that is admirable for mending rents, and in woman's journals and columns it is urged for that purpose. No word here of the moral qualities of darning, of its eloquence, its womanliness. On the contrary rubber tissue is expressly prattled for the speed with which it enables a woman to get through her mending and get out. It is a thin, transparent fabric, accessible and cheap. The method of using is to adjust the rent, clip off the frayed edges, clap on a piece of rubber tissue cut the appropriate size, lay over this a piece of thin cambrio and apply a hot iron. The philosophy is clear. The iron warms the rubber, which then lays hold and ingratiates itself with the texture and the mending is done. It: is described as very useful in restoring umbrellas, elbows in sleeves, and the seats of small boys' trousers.—N. Y. Sun. The Art of Being Pleasant. There is an inherent longing deep in the heart of each woman plodding along this earth of ours to be attractive. She thrives on admiration and grows plump at the rate of five pounds a week if a little love should be thrown in her way. But the great ques- tion of how to gain this affection, this love and admiration which each man has it in his power to give is sometimes of a rather puzzling nature to girls, especially those who have no personal charms to attract. In conversation the other day some charming girls were complaining of their look of talent and plain features. It was suggested to them to make a study of the art of being pleasant. "Girls, you don't know what an effect continued pleasantness has upon a man." A woman who makes the man whom she loves believe that she knows not the meaning of worry, and who always has for him a pleasant smile and it word of welcome will find that tender thoughts of her arecreeping down further into his heart than those of the beauty whom she envies. The only way always to be pleasant ie to make a study of the art; convert it into a science and study it as sdch. A pleasant woman in the home is line a gleam of God's brightest sunshine. Her very pres- ence soothes, comforts and cheers the heart of man. want to Escape Registration. The coming into force of the Provincial statute regulating the mutual benefit societies that have sprung up in Ontario of late has caused trouble to not a few societies that were 'Supposed to be exempt from the regulations, moluding several organizations that are in effect trades union societies. One of these is the benefit society of the Brother- hood of Locomotive Engineers, with head- quarters at Oleveland. On June 28th, be- fore the act came into force, representatives of the society waited upon the Government and secured a three -months' exemption from the operation of the act. This privilege, on the representations of delegates from the engineers, has UOW been extended until the Howie meets again, when the relation of the society and similar organizatione to the act, will be disc:med. Progress. 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TESTIMONI2t10e THE MORNING COLD SAUL If You are Pat And SlAggifibl Take it; 11 Thin and Nervous, Don't. • Portions who have an abundance of flesh and blood, who are sluggish in tempera- ment, and whose nervous force is not de- pleted, can take the cold morning bath to advantage, Others, who are inclined to be thin in flesh, whose hands and feet become cold and clammy on slight provocation, who digest food slowly and assimilate A with diffeelty, who are nervous and who carry large mental burdens, should avoid early morning bathing, For all such the bath at noonday or before retiring at night is fer more cleeireble, and it should be fol. lowed by rest of body and brain till equable conditione of circulation are re-established. —St. Louie Post,Dispatch. , Italfoues Talented Sister, Miss Agnes Balfour not only keeps house for Rt. Hon, Arthur Balfour, but is con- aulted by him on important points. She is the favorite niece of Lord Salisbury, and although, of course'it strong believer in co- ercion, she is very fond of the Irish people, says am exchange. As if to prove that she could turn her hand to anything, Miss Bal- four once wrote a couple of very interest- ing magazine articles on a tour she made with Balfour through the west of Ireland. She has a cool, critical judgment, and is an invalueble member of the Primrose League. Although seemly a month passes in which she is not credited by some journal with matrimonial intentions those who know her well declare that see will never leave Mr brother unless he should make up his mind to take a wife. Mies Balfour is a tells agreeable -looking woman on the right side of 40. She generally dresses in brown, and can hold her own converse- tionaliy with any member of Her Majesty's Cabinet. Her brother declanss often that his greatest political help is her custom of going through the morning papers and marking what is useful for his perusaL Batch Proverbs About Our Sex. The brilliant daughter makes a brittle wife. Who has a bad wife his hell begins on earth. A. house full of daughters is it cellar full of sour beer. Arms, women and books should be looked after daily. "Bear your cross with patience," a the man said when he took his wife on hi back. "Every little helps to lighten the bur- den," as the captain said when he threw his wife overboard. Mothers, are your daughters, pale or sallow? Remember that the period when they are budding into womanhood is most critical; fortify their system for the change with Dr. Williams' Pink Pals, unsurpassed for the speedy cure of all troubles peculiar to females. A trial of a single box will convince you. Beware of imitations and ake no substitute. White Bair Turning Black. A Detroit women originally had black eyes and hair, but in the course of time, when she had attained the age of about 70 years, her hair turned pure white. This was expected, but about a year ago her hair began darkening, and is nowas black as jet. There is no doubt about the change, nor was any artificial means used to produce it, so that the case is certainly one of the most remarkable recorded in the annals of medi- cal history. The lady was not conscious of any change in diet or in her physical condi- tion that would justify the curious phe- nomenon, so it is absolutely unexplainen on any known hypothesis. Fits stopped free by Dr. Ktineat Great Nerve Restorer. No Fits after first day's use. Marvellous cures. Treatise and$2.013 trial bottle free to Fit eases. Send to Dr. Rune 931 Arch St., Philadelphia. Pa. A pretty incident is reported of royal lovers, the King and Queen of Italy. Early in the season Queen Marguerite asked her royal. consort for his opinion as to whether she was still young enough to wear her favorite costume of white muslin. He re- plied: "This is a matter which requires reflection." Two week's later came the King's reply in the shape of a box of beautiful white gowns, which he had ordered for his wife from Paris. A monument around which clings a re- markable romance stands in South Laurel Hill Cemetery. It is of marble and repre- sents a lady with a twin upon each arm. The monument is erected over the grave of the wife of a Polander named Sanders, who once dwelt in Philadelphia and earned his bread as a wood-carver, at which work he was a master. His wife passed away in childbirth, and the heart -broken widower spent many a long night in the wearying but loving labor of cutting one her life-size image as it now stands gracefully upon the pediment, whereon he engraved the figure of his mallet and tools, when the last line was finished. He lies not there himself sleeping peacefully beside his wife as was his wish, overlooking the Schuylkill. He wandered back to his native Poland, sacri- ficed his life on a hard•fought battlefield, and there his ashes lie, mingled with those of his sires.—PhilacleViza Record. A child just born has less chance of living a year than an octogenarian. assensseasseosee 11101110AN LANDS FOR SALE, 12,000 Ofood Farming Lands,titleperfee pens and Loon Lake Railroads, al Acres on Michigan Central, Detroit &Al prieea ranging from V to $6 per acre. Thea lands are close to enterprising new towns churches, achools, etc., and WM be SOld on mos favorable terms. Apply to • R. 1W. PIERCE, West Bay City. Otto J. W. CURTIS, Whittemore. 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