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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1892-7-1, Page 3JULY 1, 1892, 1:I. XS .L"Ns 1,..1 0 0 •F"U 0L. YOUNG FOLKS. A Belay Day. Until, rain, go 4WILY Plonbe's In despair, Come moth another dity When the IreoS 15;10 bare ; W11011 11110 Bldei1 are gloomy, lOben the birds 01300 1101011, Whon theys not 4 blaSsoill 'rhe bee can call Is1 011'111 W11011 010 1011V014 incnylsig Ali about the Inwe, When the W1101 18 811;1011Fr S'Or 00 SU1111»or gone,-- 7'hors the time foe reining, No matter how It pours, And Pluebe then is smite content To play all day indoor% —[St. Nicholas, " WHICH WAS BIGHT?" Oh, Mamma I" cried little Herold Bran- don, " you should have heard Dick Stuart; he's been tolling suet: awful else —jut hor. rid—he saya—" and then followed a brief a000unt of a profane and really disgraceful oonvessation he had heard ooming home from eohool e Mw minutes previons. " Harold I" exclaimed his mother, with scarlet face and eyes fitabing with mingled pain and anger, ' never let me hear you speak of sueli Oilier: again ! it is tensility wielted of Dick Stuart, and you ore a very naughtylittle boy to listen to him, You bawl grieved me greatly by your conduct." " But alamma, Dick rays such Ohio:aro true anti—" " Not another word, Harold ? Dick is to wicked boy. Yon must never listen to him again. Good little boys never speak of or listen to such talk as that Now run away to your play,, but remember what mamma has told you. ' Ashamed, although not exactly penitents Harold ran out of the room, Ho was an honorable and dutifol little fellow, and he tried not to think of what Dick had said but oceasionally it occurred to him in spite of his efforts. "I shall ask papa; he will tell me. Mam- my, always shuts me up so," he thought a litLIe indignantly ; but this hope was nipped in the bud. Mr. Brandon returned to dinner soon af- ter, and Harold followed him at once tc the library, where his mother was still sitting. He was wondering how he could secure his father's undivided attention for a few mins utes'when Mrs. Brandon exclaimed : "Henry, do you know your little boy hes been very naughty? He Inc been tiro toning to such horrid talk and then came and repeated it to me. She glanced at her husband as she spoke, with an expression her little boy thought meant it great deal more then her words, Mr. Brandon was a quiet man, absorbed in Ms profession, and with unlimited faith in his wife's ability to tmin up their child in the way he should go. He rarely interfered, and on the pteseut occasion contented him- self with saying: " That was very wrong, my boy. You must not listen to anything you think your mother or I would be displeased with; neither must you repeat such events." Gerteinly, to his mother Harold never did, However, his porente Ind not forbidden him to play with Dick Stuart, and in spite of his wickedness Dick was quite the pleas- antest and jolliest boy in school; so,a libel° againet his conscience'Harold continued to be very friendly with hisn. After a time he became quite acoustosned to Dick's rough language, and although it hurt him a good deal at first, for he was naturally a refined little lad, the evident approval of many of the oldet boys had suoh au influence upon his plostio mind that he began to think it was positively manly. A year later, could his mother have heard him discoursing to an ad- miring group of sehoolboys,her heast surely would almost have broken. Innocent, pure - minded little Herold was sadly changer,' yet neither s:f his parents noticed it, Ile grew to manhood ; tall, handsome, °lever and energetic. He was a general favorite, and greatly sought after, and although too high prinuipled and self controlled to be dis- smated in any way, he yet found pleasure in the society of men who were coiled roues. When lie WAS twenty.seven he fell M love with a beautiful girl of twenty•oncoand was fortunate enough to win her affection. Grace Bethune was as good and sensiule es she was Mover and pretty. She was so intensely refined that it was rather a wonder that she 11111 1100 feel that Harold Brandon's mind was out of unison with her own, yet perhaps not either, for she was one of those women who instinotively bring out the best there is in their associates. Harold's own eons° of unworthiness may have had a good deal to do with it. He felt that it should be the effort of his life to become worthy of her and, happily for both, this feeling did not wear off after they were married. One evening, st month or two after their marriage he thoughtlessly expressed himself its a manner that made Grace shrink from him in horror. "You do not really mean that 2 It can- not be poseible that you really hold truth views?' site slid, bromulouely. And it seemed to him as he looked into her white, pained face, and dark, horrified eyes, that Ile had not meant it, although it had boon one of his pet theories among men for years. "No—no I I inerely give you the side most men take." "Never speak eo again,Harold," should, earnestly, "Do not associate with men who are so immoral, for immoral they must be, at heart anyway, to hold such views. If.— if you were to speak and think in that manner, it would almost kill me." " If it did not kill her, it would at least slay her love for me to know mo as I am, I mud be careful and shun those hounds," her Inaband thought uneasily. The " hounds," as he celled them, had for years been his dearest associates, and were °maid. ered very eligible young men by half the mammas io town, but Harold's mind was undergoing a greab ohange. He and his wife were more oonatantay together than most husbands and wives, and he noon be- came thoroughly diegueted with everything unehesteandunrefined. Yet for Yemenite had to wateh himself, lest he should betray the bent his mind had been inclined itt. Their married life was very happy. Graoe had discovered ere the honeymoon waned that her huoband was not quite so perfect as she had plobured him, but lie was ao devoted to her and so unaelfishly anxiotta for her hap- piness that, like a seneible little woman, she kept her dieappointmept hiddee, and seemed only to remember that in Harold's unfailing devotion she was blesteboveotbere, She realized this more and more, Do she be- held the many unhappy homes and unloved and neglected wives among her acquaint. anon, Then, too, she thought that pee - haps her husband had been diseppointect in her, although she fondly hoped and bellow ed not Years after they had been marled, Her- old Brandon Woo lying on ehe lotome in Isis wifett pretty eittiog room one afternoon, suffering with a neuralgia beadaalio. His wife was sitting beside smoothing his aching temples with a soft almost mesmeric teeth, Juet NS the fondly hoped he had fallen asleep, the door wits gently opened and their only son a bright, handeome 1111 of nine 701215,00010 on tiptoe across the room to her, Grace glanced unxiouely 11 lien hueleoul ; his eyes were closest and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully ; 110 1108 4011 easily 10.0118+ ed ; so She kieeed little Earl and held a bright, whiepored oonversatien with hem " Mamma," he said prom:10,1y, lifting a flushed, eager faco to her fair sweet one. "Jos Bruce 18 a very rude boy, he 111511 WOO telling us snail rdreuge nod wicked :stories, and do you kuow he says good boys never grow to be men ! " Harold Brandon's eyes half opened and he glanced from his wife to his child a little uneasily. They did not notice Mot ; so ho feigned sleep °pie. " Would you iiice to tell me about it, Earl ?" Mrs, 13randon inquired, gently. Earl looked at her doubtfully, "Joe said if I asked you about it, you would punish me ; I knew you wouldn't, Mamma' '' he said, otter a moment, and then be wonton to tell her very much the same ((tory Ms father had told his mother nearly thirty years before. "Oh, my dear little boy, I am grieved you have heard this," naid his mother, tremulously, and sho drew him closely In her arms as if to shield Min from some evil. Looking up, Earl saw that her eyes wore f ull of team "Oh, Mamma, I am so sorry!" he exelaim• ed. "Is there anything you would like to ask me about ?" :he inquired, gently. " Yes." He asked hov a question ; she answered it wisely, in a way to eatisfy his ouriosity. " You will nob play with Joe Bruce or suoh boys, clear? Do not listen to such roughlanguage. If yenta:to:not help hearing, and anything excites you curiosity, do not repeat it to any one else, but cone:straight to me. lf 1 cramot explain it, papa will, if you ere old enough to comprehend. You know, Earl, there are many things in your books you aro too young to understand, and there will be just as much you will hear outside, probably." " Mamma, why does Joe Bruce speak so?" ho asked, curiously. "Ile must naturally be a bad boy, and ho wishes to poison _your miod as his own has been poisoned, I am afraid. You will remember, deer, and you will not listen to or repeat such Ion gunge, unless, its I said be- fore'you want to know what it true." "Yes, Mammy, I will try not even to think of M." " You are mamma's own good boy. I am so gled my darling came straight to me with this poisonous stuff," his mother said. Then she kissed him and sent him away on some pleasant errand. "Grace," Mr. Brandon said gravely, as the door closed after Earl, His wife start- ed nervously ; she had almost forgotten his presence. "Oh, were you listening 1" slte asked, distressingly. 'Was it not painftd, Harold ? Our dear litaie Earl to hear that !" "It will not hurt him, with such a mother," her husband seid quietly. ",Harold, what should I have done? You will know bettor than I for you were a boy once yourself. Was I wrong in speaking to him as I did 1" "1 think God gave you your intuition, dear," he sui11. " I went astray just where our boy stood awhile ago. If my mother had Milted to me as yoa talked to Earl, your husband would have been more worthy of you, Grace. Another thing I am convinced of; if a inan wants to keep his boys from going wrong he waist be in every sense of the word a oompanion to them, and teach them by example as well as by precept. Grace, if our united efforts can save outs boy from pitfalls and make a good man of him, I think he is, and will be, in little danger." The SIMple 1"altb. or childhood, 00 D. sr, et under the sbadow of a tree when mother told us that no two leaves on tho trees were exactis alike. Tide greatly astonished us, Tho poetry of Ellwood Young belongs in asid We began vigorounly to try our hand et form mid methutl to the eighteenth ssonfairo, inetehing 1.tic 10111108, Bel It 0048 all in but the I ruth that ilea in the heart of lus I 012111. Then we host one more couplet add: :stately pooma belonge to all I Moo If lust ed lo oar etosk of seored treasures of itions. one of the Fondest of modern poet e, lie veto ory : Minty insuseged to out 11010 and again a t'llieseee nes a Itif upon tle tree Out benns the imprese, Lord, of Theo." e hole world of meitiong Into a :single line. An example of thie ram gift is to ba found The ol,1. pastssis whoae whole life has been in that line in which ho urgos the happy abeorbes1 le preaching "the terror:: of the tool profitable occupation of hulling con- mw" died. 'Many wept bitterly at Ilia verse with the past— funeral, but I had no Mara to :shed, assd ""rle grootir Iva° to talk with 0110 11001 houre." when mother mike,' me if .1 Was not sorry It may Inc that WO hardly need a poet sent that our dear old mini:der was dead I was breve enough not to Ile. Of mousse I felt from Ifenvon to impress S1100 a truth upon sure he had gone, to heaven, Whore else our minds. And yot in our busy age we meld he go ? But 1 well remember feeling seen) to lark both time and opportheity for :mot: employment, We ere lorttig tcmloy, that if any wicked boy hed inenaged tv steal into heaven it would be a bed. thing for toonorrow and the noel, day. Ottr motto seems to be' " Let the deed pet bury its hfolarn,iiiin if our ols1 tniuieter got his eye o011dead," ofwhieh in very desirablo ; but there ia a " living past " as well. as " 110411 Very early in my life I began to wonder ast," and 101111 thet living past it Is well to lol'InglY at the extent Lo Which "Lho will bold occasional fellowship, was taken for the deed " in our quiet home, An hour stolen front the °melees rush of Tlfe same law afMeraifel intereretallent a, pare spent in the silence anti No:redness of pplied to us allAnd meny a time through the changing years the memory of the chamber of memory, will result in the that tender, thoeghtful love has came 1111. of faith and courage and hope; and bidden to give force and point to smell those commodities are still of countless words as these : "He knoweth our frame ; worth as aids to the peg:vs:lance of life's Ho remembereth that we are dust." grand work. Of such on hour I am think. 111g 11011% The day was over, its toils all " When 1 wee a °bud" books were far ended ; the sacred vesper Ohne, of which from numerous, a comlition of things that we never tire, "Abide with me, fast falls had its oompensatione, We may have too the eventide," MIA been sung; one by one many books. Many books claim attention the children saki "1100,1 night ;" and last where only rerY few een be mastered. Our of all came little Esther with a, spray of library. wits very small ; Fleetwood's "Life Southern wood, as an evening's offering, of Christ," navel% "Salist Indeed," Mac - Then I was left alone. No sound broke the gewan's "Dialogste of Devils!" lelopstoek's silence save the crackling of the fire and the Messiah," and BullYstn"s "Pilgrim's Pro - ticking ot the old clock in the earner, that brass" formed the staple. An odd volume sounded to my fancy like the heart of aof aucient my thology crept in unawares friend beating on is: loving constancy. The among these Puritan heroes. These were olocic and the fire eeemed (mite disposed to my companions "when I was a child." And be companionable, and so, as the twilight glorious companions they were. There was deepened, playing myetic, shadowy pranks, hardly a word in Bunyan I (lel not under - 1 net down and gave myself up to quiet stund. There were no long words except names. Bunyan proeeeded 04 the principle "T'llsieltpray of Southern WOOd, 101011 its pun. I have often hearcl Mr. Spurgeon give gent odor —whieh Esther had put in my expression to: "It is difficult to think a hold when she °limbed up for her good. thought too big for simple langnage." "The night kiss—by some mystic law of stssoes. Pilgrim's Progrees" dominated my young ation that I do not understand, carried me life. The characters lived before me. I far away, both in distance and years, to a knew men in our valise° that would have little garden patch where lad's love and gg. made perfect portraits for Faint Heart, and liven:, and marigolds did most abound. the man with the muck rake. With myth - Moreover at the Mow of evensong, Kate had ology I aid not dabble to any great extent, read in 118r dWil clear sweet way, that root but, young as I was, I lived in a world of Patil's letter to his Corinthian friends"In ape& And many a night when I had to which he exalts love as the crown of all the obey the injunction to bo quiet because graces. Faith I Hope! Love ! But the great- "baby was asleep," I have seen the gmndest ese of thole is Love 1 One phrase from. the Panorama in the fire. I have 80811 Christian °lose of that matchless chapter detached floundering in the Slougis of Despond, and itself from the rest, as a phrase sometimes then Doubting Castle would (Mine up and will, and went swinging in my thoughts Giant Despair would glare through the fiery like a golden note, and "all in tune," from walls—Ajes defying the lightning, arol the some cathedral chime. And this was the poor wretch thaisse% to the rook, all these phrase : " When I was a child." 1 Was not glowed and glimmered in the ruddy fire, puzzling nay brain with the inspiring truth When childhood grew to early boyhood, the that lay in this passage from the great Apos- question 01 w, bat Imight read became tla of the Gentiles. The chime went on : Berth". Nexe's , 'ee were strieSlY "When I WaS a child 1 When I was a child 1" forbidden. But Uncle William was the And even the old clock managed to change oracle in our family, and on °bean= and the monotonous " tiek, tick" of its dreary difficult queetions, Ins counsel generally pro. life into " When I was a Child." And so railed. 1 thank heaven I was never "smart,' the days of early boyhood came back ond nor much given to cunning ; but I had a erowded my study with mingled memories. happy method of getting on Uncle William's Thomas Hood had jttst such an houras Ode, or he would never have written his charm- ing stanzas. I remember, I remember, Tho house where 11008 born, The little window whero the sun Came peeping in at morn ; ITo nevor mune a wink too '-oon Nor brought too long a Then eoznes a, touch of terrible sadness that runs all through the poem. Of all modern poets few have written sadder lines than Thomas Hood : But now, I often wish the night Iiad born my breath away. I remember, I remember, The lir trees, dark and high ; I used to think their:slender tope Were oloee against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tislittiojoy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when 1 was a bor. " When I was a child I thought as a child ;" and who would not give great treasures to have ouce more the Mee, un• fettered mind of childhood ? After all is Bair' mid done, the child is the true free- thinker. No preconceptions bind the wings of a child's thought ; no prejudices mar it. Among my earliest recollections are the impressione made upon my mind concerning God and eternity, and with thie spray of Southern wend in my hand I am wondering at the extent to which those inso pressious, spite of the wear and friction of teeny years, remain ; changed, perhaps, in form and eoloring, but in essenoe the same. I had three teachers when I was a child. My mother, God's open book of mutate, and a third, who would have clouded all my young thoughts and hopes if God's sunshine and my mother% gentle life had not been too beautiful to be eclipsed. The preacher of that olden thne was a, living terror, even to children. Ho persisted in tolling ue we were "hell deserving sinners," and filled our young lives with fear and dread. I am back again iu that old church, and the old sadness creeps over me. The minister tells me my hen& nailed Jesus to the erose, and that unless I aceopt hie meeiatorial work I shall be eternally lost! All this puzzles me, and lam sore afraid. But Iron not afraid of mother, and yet I am sure she knows me through end through, and even when I know I should be reproved she 8001119 most tender. Out in the garden and the meadows I am nest, afraid. Little by little I learn to read God in His wide open book and In my motheralove, and so unconsciously 1 form a strange theology of my own. Bright blue skies, flowery meadows, songs of bode, all combine to lead my thoughte the way they should go, Springtime and summer, the golden harvest days when we went gleaningbebween theeheavesortarry !nevem, moonlight nights, all these things became as gospels to me, aud one line of a little hymn, "God made us all, and God is good," Was creed enough for mo "when I wos a ohild." And °WM 11010 as then and then as now, the thoughb of inotherheod as well as fatherhood of God has always been throng for comfort. "When I was a child" if 1 had clone wrongs and told my mother and expressed tny sorrow, she forgave me, and it was forgiveness. It woo forgiveness that forgot—full and period and eternel, .Whon 1 was a, child" I learned what magic power a mother has to "kiss a sore place well," especially if the sore be of mind or heart, rather than of tho body. And sit to -night aiscl think how the memory of a mothotoe forgiving love preaches below:Mum all other sermons of divine forgiveness; and I think how wise that prophet was who, wishing to metrnify the comfort that had come Lb a sorrowing and, described Mtn whom God had aoothed and helped, "as one Whons his mother cornfortoth, When I was a child I °limbed by such stepping stones to think thet if God was wfsee than our fathers, and kinder thee este mothees, Ho must be, WISO 1511d 1141d Mcleod! Ono day "when 1 was eolhild" my mother took my brothel% and 1 lip the Spiumw Hills to Meot father, who wan rotor:dug I thought boats to opon Inc la the onnholO fretsse jottreey. Wo Idol rested Ter (I.btt1ti When I was 1111112 Porte %slog ehild holds my The Band and the Bulb Strineville has a new brass Mold. It played its first piece the other day—one of the few nice, womin days that Lave come this way as yet this season. The band con- siderately went half a mile out of town to try its first tune. That delicate considerabion undoubtedly saved the life of Jimmy Strong, a Strineville small boy, bet it killed Farmer Fred Stauffer's valuable young Jersey bull. At the time the band went out to play the bull was placidly cropping the fresh spring grass in his pasture, which was near the spot chosen by the band for its maiden effort. While tho band was: getting its col- lective lip ready to compel a tune from its horns Jimmy Strong was taking a short out through the pasture to get to the spbt where the band was. The bull had a reputation for a temperament, that was entirely Mom - Wilde with the presence of small boys in his pasture, and he no sooner had taken note that there was one even then trespassing on his domain titan he started in to hasten the small boyte trip across the lot. The small boy hastened amazingly, but the bull was gaining on him. The band svas so much absorbed with Itself that 11 11111 not no. Mee the procession tnoving across the meadow, although the bull was mouthing his displeature lustily as he bounded along, and the small boy was liftiug up his voice in far-reaching tones. The bull -had got within a few jumps of the flying boy just as the band was ready to ploy. The band played. At the first burst and blare of sound that the band projected Oil the oireumambiont air the bull stopped short threw up Ids head, and sniffed and snorted, The horns let fly again. The bull turned and rustled wildly toward sthe stone wall. Ile reached the wall, stopped, and looked back with terror in his eyee. The bond threw another installment of its soul into the horns. The bull gave one wild leap, and went clear over the wall, felt into the ditch below, and broke Inc neck. It wasn't exactly a oomplimenb to the band, but it saved Jimmy Strong. Home Piety, "Ib is in the home that ohoracter is not only most severely tested but also comes to its bed fruitage. The (wowed relationships of the family, in their varied obligations, demand services that, for their fulfillment, call into exercise the nohleab expression of self esterifiee. A dithipline of love that, when oseqtrolled and guided by spiritual life and purport, develops the ehoiceat fruits 0.1Id influence of Christian diameter. Henna piety that reveals these qualities is: the mightiest force through which the Spirit of (led works in making the family the saving unit of eociety. Is nob this our great :meal Homes rodeemett end filled with spiritual light end blessing, The world will not be aosed until the family life is purified in its springs of station. The churches cannot do the work for which they are set unless the Christian home lends ite aid, The ileal, the meaning of tho home must be lifted up. It is not alone a place for shelter and phys steal eete of Loved ones. Above all other duties in the Christian femily is thot of spirituel loathing in all the ways of oheraeter building. By example, by precept, by education, piety, afroxpressing the need Itn4 life of God in the soul, ehould be the vory abficsphore of tho home." trust given to :lay. All the logic in the world 41141 notrob :no of this hope. Empires may wax and wane, templet:. i 100y ribs and full, but love lives on ; i•VP Id mmortal, or life is ;let worth the living. (Inc of the memorable ()pooh!: of my WM- life was my first brief sea voyage. I alml I never forgot tho sensation of that short journey of less: than a 100 inilee by sea, It was but from 000 1811111d 10 another, 1300111. ed so etrange to my eltildish come 1.0 005 tee Mull receding, bur no it appeared to mo. AIM when at loot, there WOO nothing but sea and shy, water around, beneath, every- where. A greet horror (secretion* me, The world seemed no largo 1 the sea on eruol and relentless:, ready at any moment to whole) our bout and all an booed in the downeweep. ing sea. Never shall I forget the thankful - 11008 With W111011 1 ought the first sight of Douglas head, and 1 knew that we drew neer to land. But the spray of hula -love has withered in my warm hand, though its odor lingers. The fire is burning low and thia reverie must end. If I could reach the oars of par- ents 1 would bog them to fill the lives of their young obildren full of sunshine, that the reveries of Choir latter years mey be peaaeful and bright as a sunset in the heart of dime, The Difference. A lift lo red. taw With soft wrinkled skin; A little snub noon And woc puckered elfin; A little held head, And weak watery oyes, Two red, toothless gunse That ho showA wnon he cries ; Two thin little hands That aro seutehtng the oir, A snmil fretful 00101) That demando conetant core. That 50118 the way ho looked to 1010, When loaned, her lirst.horn 00 10 see. But sho said with pride, " I hone that he Looks as 51.0.10" to you 110110 dOos 1,n 100 Nem Ifamplaire Lux,t B. Etuxiiwoou. An Expensive Daily. The highest-priesed nesvspomer in the world is the Mashonal and Herald and Zam- besian Times, minted at Fort tialisbury, in Mashonaland. It costs a shilling a copy, is the size of a sheet of foolscap, and is issued daily. The printing is done by the useful hektogro.ph, the printing machine evident- ly not yet having penetroted into this inter- esting region of South Africa. A recent issue &uncoil:asses the arrival of the telegraph at Fort Salisbury, and this region, only two years ago wholly occupied hy savage peoples, is 0010 within an hour of London. The newspaper complaine of the absence of any banking faellitiee and says the com- munity is overeupplied with educated mon who are "just now seeking suitable work— some work of eny sort." A. Monstrous Engine. The most gigantic as well as the most powerful engine in the world was used at the zinc mines near Freidensville. It is fed by sixteen boilers, which give it a 5000 horse power, and if it becomes necessary the number of boilers may be doubled. This gentlest side. That chanced upon a oopy would give the iron monster a power equal of Scott's "Woodstock," but I should as to 10,000 horses. Eaoh revolution of the soon have thonght of taking a rattlesuane wheel raises 17,500 gallons of water, it is home as it novel. In my distressT sought out used at a pumping engine, and every day its My osaeultsr unele. I told him how the furnaces consume 28 tons of coal. The fly book lied charmed :lie, and I proved to his wheels are thirty-seven feet ia diatneter, evident satisfaction that the novel had fired and weigh forty tons each. me with a desire to know atom of bhe stormy days of Cromwell rout the civil wars. Uncle -- William came bravely to the rescue, and as he explained that tar Walter Soott's works Literary Item. were great historic: records not doeams of Selene in Journal office s—Charwoman re - godless novelists, but books founded on marks as she gathers up the debris from feet, I was permitted to read Sir Welter under the desk of the newly arrived Editor Scott. A new world was opened to me. " My this is an awful litters, place" New Columbus did get a thousandth pert out u f Editor absent mindedly, " Yes, lots of liter. the 11050 world he discovered, that tante te attire round hero we ought to be literary." me as I prishod my boyish bark into tide Puzzled and disgusted look on the face of boundless sea of literary glory. I Mom the charwomen. blessed the memory of Uncle William a --- thousand timee foe the wisdom of his coun- sel. Let a boy form his taste for reading The Divine Afflatus. front Sir Walter Soottas matchless stories Mother (to her little boy)—What are you and ho will always have an appetite for going to be, Tommy, whon you grow up 1 wholesome books. I am living those days Tommy—I guess 111 be a poet. over ognin tom/glib. I am at Ieenilworth in «v0 do you want to be a poet, the glorious days of great Elizabeth, Lord Tommy 1' Liecester passes by, and under the shadow " Poets don't have :10 learn anything. of the old tower the genMe Amy Robsart is They catch on withoat thinkiug." breaking her sad heart in silence. The silver trutnpets blare and the vain show proceeds Or I follow to the holy sepulchre with the The Electric Shock, bold crusaders; or bend with Old kfortality plucking moss and lichen from the graveslioricle (throne.°gher arms about his neok) ".y..nim of the half forgotten dead. re y pusones forlife." Groom : "It's not imprisonment for life ; " When I was a child," I realized, what is so hard to realize in manhood's prime, love ; it's oepitel punishment." of its material possessions. Then my little -- that life does not consist in the abundance in overflowing gladness. Our joy in moll You never hear a (nen findiug faulb with the meagreness of the bathing -dress worn other. Our love was our wealth. Ono little dish of fruit was enough, A dollar would by smother man's wife. have bought out Christmas presents. Yet Parent—Now remember, Johnny. Ask we thought Smite Claus a diviniby. It takes the druggist for pulverized alum. Johnny no little to make children happy, who are (at the drug store)—Giseme something for really generous of heart, and who wish to a paralyzed arno—Pharmaceutioal Era. be happy. She and I were nob often apart. A little giel went into a fancy goods store Alas 1 that for so massy years I should wan- in Saco the other day and asked the pro - der here, and she should be beyond the proprietor if he had any 10-oent baby stook - stars 1 But while we were together, who so ings 13 months old.—(Banger Commer- heppy as web We were but children, but toot we had so muuh in conanon. What secrets we had I She was to be droned eilk Teather of Physiology : " What ingres tire and I was to be a soldier bold I We dient which is highly essential in the 0001 - built more castles than would cover the position of the human body does sugar p00 - whole of Spain 1 Bees I" Pupils (in 01113 00100) 1 " BOWL"— Then came my first great sorrow. The [Pharmaceutical Era. lightning flashed out of a summer sky. A Amateur Artist—" I should like to pre. few sad days and all wos over. It was my sent the last picture I painted to Immo first Moe to face encounter with death. Ida charitable institution ; now which would lay in her little coffin, anti, I well remem. yon reoommend " Cruel Lady Friend— bee, she had a bloom of sweets secthions 'The blind asylum." each hand and ever einee thab simple flower Of Gen. Gordon it was said " He was has been seeded to me. 'Twos but a little one who at all bimes and everywhere gave fellow, but, a child in truth, but my life be- Inc strength to the weak, his entatauee to came fuller of meaning to me from that sad the p001, tis eympathy to the suffering, his day. Sunday we laid her to rest in ts grave example to all, and his whole heozt to half filled with rosea. The next day I went truth, to duty and to God." out into the cornfield with Gyp. Gyp Ives our pet dog. I often used to telk to him, _Mother (to steell boy going. to thecanntrye and I sometimes thhk he half understood FwraiiIiik, natal er, you taken everything what stud. So I looked straight in the Frank—" Yes, ma." dog's face and I asked him if he know that kothor—"11• aye you your toothbreehl" Tda was dead. Gyp made no sign, save that Frank (very indignantly—" Toothbrath:1 of looking round as thotrgh he expected to why I thought I woo going away for a holiday I" see Ido, 10 her big sun hat come singing through the corn. Gyp didn't mem to um The inyeterious subject of hypnotio influ- deretand that Ida was dead, and somehow, enee htuss beets agitating suoiety in Caleobte I began to think thet that gentle sister, in cenneobion with vory interesting ease, who Idol alwaye thought the world of her A yonng Goveetnnent clerk made no lase brother, WaS thinking of him atilt and tov- then three determined attempts to get mar - Mg him still wherever aho was. And I felt rind to the girl () his ohotee, bot °itch time sure she was somewhere, atid though there he etas mysteriously overcome at the alter teat no philosophy in We hope born of a end thrown into e Mance or stupor. The ead heart, yet I held. to it. I wae sure Vlat first time, when he had arrived in church, Ida was somewhere, and that wherever she lie suddenly loft, and tho next thing he was she loved me, The grave of my little kiteve he was on a railway train a °Oneida. sister became the cradle of a hope that oble dist:mum from Calousta. Ho atone di - servos for mother mid daughter, and reotly back and erronged for the ceremony many 1 have loved and bat sham then, the next morning. When he et: to hts I ean not dentonetrate the roolity of ft t151`11 to say "I will" he full down tat a cite's- life beyond the boraulariert el time. Any ro. or whieh lasted comma' houro, made liglon thstt is worth tho name meet always he hope rotifer then tiosmonstration, The Handcuffs might appropriately be called Mater Ida was yet olive ; my data were rich sad-irons.—[Lowell Courier. Gold hoza Sea Water, The rein:archon of Tvialaguti, Durool.or fearzeaud and Soustadt ou the praetioablin 11080 0! ex traeting the precious, metal from seas Water have reoently been (supplemented. Won 'Jays) by a oareful Investigation made by a Scandinavian, Herr M4118I01t Arriord- ing to his method, aea teeter was takod front Kaistiaela Fjord, and 100 litres were evaporated to dry.nose, giving 1830 grammes of reef:due. This was ground, ana divided into portions of 200gr, each of which WEIS Mixed with 100gr of [Marge, 100gr of pure potaseinm.sodtum carbonate, and 4gr of earbou from etarels, and the silver and gold determined. The resalt 1051, 19 milli - magnates of eilver and ale milli;sreanmem a gold per ton of everage sea, water. Consid- ering the extremely email enemas of pro - Mona metals: present, Iferr 1% I minter eon - hiders that no method of precipitation In tanks eau possibly be euetseasfuls 110 Os of opinion that the precipitation meet bo effected by the sea itself, where the wa- ter is continuouely renewed by a natural current; and ho poluto out that the copper nheathing of vessels has long been known to precipitate silver under thesecircumstoneee. He proposes thet a channel sthont 60 yards wide, between two mull ielands, well shel- tered from sea or wind, where there is a current of about 13 feet per minute, should be selected for an experiment, smell rooky islets being oonnnon off the Nor wegianeoast. Aoross this channel 60 plates of galvanized Iran, each seven feet by ten feet, should, b arranged at an angle of 30 to the stream, and an electric current be passed through the series to precipitate the precious metalo. The power regained theoretically for this purpose Ito calculates at only half home - power. The large anodes flooded could, Herr Munster says,be cheaply prepared from. wood, impregnated with graphite and tar, and carbonized, high conductive power not being reguired for es»veak a eurreut. If aIl the precious metals passing therm plates were precipitated, he estimates there would be a net yield of I:300AM per annum, and if only the one hundredth or even the one - thousandth part of this amount were ob- tained, a substantial profit, would accrue in view of the insignificance of the working cost. A Bragging Match. A Parisian paper relatee the following story of acontest in boasting which, it says, took place between three artists of Musson - les. It should be explained that Parisian writers always put their "tall talk" into the mouthe of Marseilles pecple. "My domes said one ot the artists, "yes- terday I wanted a pine board iu itnitation of marble, and did it with thole fidelity that when the limed was put into a pond of water it seek like e stone." "Pooh:" satd the second; "that is "loth - mg. Yesterday I happened to hang up my thermometer on the beck of the frame of my 'View in the Arctic Regions,' and the mercury instantly went clown to twenty degrees below zero." "All that is nothing at all, 'etsid the third artist. "You know my portrait of the old Marquis of Camargne 1 Well, 11 10 so life- like that it has to be shaved three times a week 1" Could Not Be. Why should we laugh at other people's ignorance? It would be herd to say, per- haps ; but meantime the laughter will go on, and as every one is ignorant about something, and . therefore gets laughed at in his turn, Maere may 1)3 no great harm done, so long as the mirth is without malice. An exchange saye that a lady belonging to a community called the "Sisters of St. John the Baptist," of New York City, was spending a month in a backwoods district. Shortly after her arrival she went to the post -office and inquired if any letters had come for Sister Ben:online, The rural postmaster looked bewildered. " Sister who ?" he asked. " Sister Bernardine," repeated the lady, " a sister of St. John the Baptist." The postmaster could not help laughing. "Well, I should rather think not," he said. "3 guess he's been dead pretty near a hun- dred years now." Two Epitaphs. Remarkable are two epitaphs, the first of which is said to be upon a tombstone in the oity of Sacramento: "Here is laid Daniel Borrow, who was born in Sorrow, and Bor- rowed little from Nature except his name and his love to mankind and hatred to red- skins; who was, nevertheless a geutlemen aud a dead shot; who, through o. long life, never killed his man exeept in self-defense or by aeoident; and when be at loot went uu- tier, beneath the bullets of his cowardly ene- mies in the saloon of Jeff Morris, did so in the sure and certain hope of a glorious and everlasting morrow." The other, which be- longs to a Nevada burying place, is such a noteworthy aohievement in this line that it may fitly eonolude our compilation of a few of the curiosities of epitah literature. "Sac- red. to the memory of Hank Monk, the whit. est, biggest -hearted, awl best-known stage driver of the West; who was kind to all and thought ill, of none. 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