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When to sigh and when to smile ;
Oh a male is aostetimes charming
But a widew-all the while.
Are you sad? How very serious
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Lonely, friendless, fearful dumb!
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Ye (Ad baehelors of forty,
Who have grown so bald and wise
Young Americans of twenty.
With the IGO-leaks in your eyes;
Yon may praetdce all the lemons
Taaght by Cupid since the tall;
But I know a little widow
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CHAPTER I.
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decorum of thole stately days of yore, and
living, to the minutest detail. the legendary
lore so fondly fostered in song and story by
the true hearts on the Rhine.
Oh, I was all for ray Mina *en, and my
Mina was all for 1100. Often there were
other ohildren with us, but that did net
matter; for if my- Mina were Lady' ot the
aestle-J. Wan eldraya tbe. reerdr and it were
champion of some myslio battlefield, com-
ing home from a great crusade, it 'des
always Mina who was the sweetheart wait-
ing for me at the moat. It was all real lite
to ne- far more reed than poverty and
Bopped. We might have fancied that our
actual exidenoe, down in the valley, was a
myth, bat we never doubted the reality of
thereo werodeorm talus., or dreamed twat they
were but royal rometnoee created. by modern
eneetrhogentleedee who, in marchen mm
eo,
iiintitidaddiedinieseiedifidnen-erenseee
Rhine.
When we were tired, for the time, of pre-
tendiog, I woad stealthfully extract a piece
of elate from the old wall and upon it draw
pictures ot Mina, with bits of oolored
crayon which we had found from time to
time and which we treasured as our lives.
These piotaree were not alway the eame.
Sometimes they represented the little
AN EARTHLY pis..UHSE«
Yee,I am totally blind. And it is RO
SM$1110lie to lose the blessed pewee of see-
ing that whioh is, or is supposed to be, in
daily existenoe about one. If my blind,
eyes could see, tonight, for indent's, they
would rest upon something very different
from that which ocoasionly haunts me,
and I should not so often find myself in the
gallery of the Past. It is nos however,
without its pleesures, that gallery of
"memory, and it is not without very em-
• phatio oonapensations.
There is there a little still-life study over
whioh I love to linger, for it reoalle the
• green banks .of the Rhine and the little
town of, Boppard. There are hills, all
termed by vineyards warmed by the
Southern sum on one side, and ragged
ledges, bare rooka creeping up into the sky
on the other gide. The rooks are garnished
end crested with gray. castellated walls and
--battlements of en old forked, grim and
threatening; its watch towers clinging to
the vary edge of the cliff. A taw narrow
duets down below and between are full of
all doubtful odors ; a weather-skedned tower
or two, all ivy -grown and picturesque,
bringing half forgotten ages into the
present; a mom grown spire of gelid stone
• work rising over an old ohuroh - half
asleep; a puff of eteani and a wreath of
whitcnmoke-harging ust-a-bove-a-new---I-prized-the-love-vf-Mitaaraeronly-m-bay
L.
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own thinldng-a helf-eized boy of about . ATTIONDING FUNISHAL8.
the first impressions and ommictione of nay -
It Is a tiood and Wholesome Exercise -
The Agnostic Editor,
life. Mina was 13, and she wool juat as mnoh
my gnerdian angel as ever she was. With It does a man good to attend a funeral.
colored crayons I was sketching a battle Solemn thought') arouse the better natures
Beene for her upon the smooth, surface of of men. The peal of the ohuroh organ
the toed up to the mode, and just ne de- h
thrills the human frame and plunges its
iaseers into deeper? thought. The pees -
the Rhine wall, overlooking the river, en
votedly trying 'to please her an when she once of death unlocks the inneeohanitter,
wee btit 9 and I but 10 years old. of hteoares,elain is ditih4eedne. er of worldly
--esee
•
back, looking over my eboulder. I suppose under a moral light follows, witt-hin7aPe"etitnigi:
' The stranger stood for a moment at my o
very often went up and down from Boppe,rd• feeling. Death teeolles the
duty of man to roan and foster°soulful
s
he had been vieiting the castle. Strangers of repentant
on that road, and very often, too, paused to friendship between the living.
14 -without advancing • single step beyond
berry stained fingers; eometuni a trerdieldr
the Lady of- oar Dreamland Castle; but
ever and always they were Mina. And
Mina alone of all Boppard praised wy
pictures; the red, both old and young,
either laughed at them or angrily bade me
spend my time less fooliehly. Mina alone
liked them. She woutd smile and say that
I made her prettier than she really was
but she would sit by me and help we with
her sympathy and encouragement. I would
often shako my heed and, for an instant
catohing a glimpse of the great world of
possibility beyond me, would say, without
at all underatending what I meant, " No,
no, Mine, it is really not half so beautiful
as yon seem to me ; but there is something
the matter with the orayon, it never just
does what I am thinking it will do" ;
and Mina would laugh and praise me still.
There was not a boy in Boppard but
dressed better than I, was stronger than I,
end had much more to boast of than I, yet
all the boys envied me the friendship of my
Mina. When I wondered how it came
about that the friendship was mine. I un.
consciously philosophized upon 'it that I
could draw pictures and the other boys
could not, therefore mud be the pidures.
It was only a thought of innocent .and
ignorant youth, but it became a long, long
thought, stretching far away into / the
future and growing with time, eilleh formed
the one controlling idea of my.tdife and led
me at last into e, most serious blander,
accounting for, but my no means exoneing
much in the years that followed whioh
might better Inhere been otherwise.
look over my shoulder, it I chanced eo be One night the news editor of a daily
ensiling pioturs for Mar.. Sometimeg paper sat in hie office telling stories with
they woad say something complimentary, a friend. He hed just finished relating a
semetimes the would. ask a question, story of a young man who slept in a
IdiaddielledATioodeediaadateenteseneonteenikeeteno
' in One nieht and 'finding. a
For all or neither I oared nothing, for Mina
was beside me and it was for her that I
was working. This time, however, after
the stranger had watched for a moment,
in a deep and peoulieir voice, epeaking very
elowly, he observed e •
" My boy, if you will pardon what may
appear to yon as an intrusive suggestion
from an humble pedestrian, it is his opinion
railway station-widj
e awake. That in could who knew in his heart that but for it
• Boppard ,• silent, sombre Boppard ; just a he would have been an utter outcast. What
bit of centuries ago gene astray into to -day. did the other children care for me when
Haunting those old streets, once upon a Mina was not there! When she was with me
time, there was a ragged little atom of I was lord of the castle, lord of the vine -
humanity, more or less a nuisance to him- yard, lord of everything. If oho, were not
self and to every one else, who had never beside me I had to look well o my ears
known the luxury of a father or mother or that kilid not lose them altogether in the
even ofethe moetedietenter_eldive, who had wboleiale and indiscriminate -boxings be
better." Then, turning, e we e qu e
away toward Boppard. -
, A boyni heart swelled indignantly within
me; a boy's pride in his only power rose in
rebellion. A stranger had reproached me I
Wonder of wonders, be had dared to do it
right before my Mine 1 Why, there was
not e man in Boppard bold enough to box
my ears if Mina were in eight. The
stranger might have done that, however,
and even if Mina had not openly resented
it (which was poeeible) it would not have
hurt me very much; but he had aimed a
blow directly at my citadel; he bad Article
at the only power that I possessed, so far
as I knew, to hold to me the affection and
the loyalty of my only friend. I did not
dare to look into Mina eyes, but angrily
gathered up a handful of dust, from the
road, and, when the stranger was too far
away from me to notice it, I threw it after
him with a muttered imprecation. It was
not for him or his opinion that I oared, but
for the danger in whioh he hod placed me.
Soon enough 1 saw the result of it ; for, to
my utter chagrin, Mina caught my uplifted
hand, exclaiming, " For shame, Carlo I "
" What right had he to look at my pio-
tnreld! Lenswered, angrily. "I was not
making it for him, I was making it for
for you I "
Very gently Mina replied :
" He did not mean to make yon angry,
he only told you j ast what you have so often
said yourself, that you most study. Why
how much better yon draw now than when
we were babies 1 and of course you will do,
oh 1 so mnoh better when yon are a nsan
mndsmorstud ."
1 stood therestunned. Did I hear that
from Mina ? Wee it Mina who turned up-
on me and orusbed the oley feet of my
idol ? Was it Mina who laughed and ,said
I could do better ?
If it takes two to make friends, as it doss
to make a cettadtrel, I am sure we were not
the beet of friends that night as we walked
back to Boppard, and I could not by any
• poesibility have undereftial it, had etiy-tm-e-
told me that Mine was never so mnoh my
friend before. I entirely forgot to be angry
with the stranger. I was so much more
angry with Mina. I could not speak to her.
The words choked me when I tried to
answer her questions; and at last she gave
up taking and took refuge in that old, old
philosophy -that amain hath charms.
She began to shag.
Poor lit* Mina She knew how I liked
to hear her sing and she knew how, most of
ell, I liked the Lorelei. $o she sang of the
great rook over the river just above Ste
Goer; of the rapids and the shallows and
the hidden ledges at the bend of the
river ; of the great cliff up above
them and the golden -haired Lorelei
Bested upon it, singing her wondrous
song; of the bewildered boatmen sweep-
ing down those maids, heedless of' oar
and sail, listening to the fatal melody. And
all the while, as my angry heart followed
the glory, I thought of myself as the boat-
men, of my little life as -the rapids, of the
stranger as the hidden ledge, at the bend of
the river, and of Mine and her love es
the Lorelei and her song.
She sang of the ehook as the boat struck
the rocks and the boatmen were wept
away ; closing the song with a little trill,
ell of her own composition, whioh I had
always applauded moat merrily, regardless,
both of ns I fancy, of the slot refrain pre-
ceding+, for it had never eeemed sad to
me before-
" I7nd des he,t`mit ihrem Singen
Die Lorelei gethan."
All my life, it seemed to me, I had been
liateting to the love -song of Lorelei, fondly
dreaming that it wee to me she was singing,
because ehe wee proud of me, only to
awaken to a wreok, Upon the first reality
that appeared; witb the cruel verdiot that
I wield do better ; and, in all sincerity and
earn/semen I muttered savagely that lest
refrain, " And this is what, with her sing-
ing, my Lorelei has done."
'06.'the blindness end the folly of it I
Deliberetely and angrily I turned upon my
little Mina, whose heart, doobtless, was
*ladder than mine conld poseible have been,
but who was einging in spite of it because
she was sorry for me that I was sad, and I,
only intent to avenge a wrong which no one
had over done me, exclaimed:
" I am not the only dolt 1 11 you should
stndy musics Mine, yon would sing a great
deal better than yon do now."
" So, indeed, I should, Carlo," Mine
replied, smiling through her team. " And
that in just what I am going to do while
you are studying art, you know."
This only made me so mnoh the more
angry that, without evon flaying good -night
to Mina, I turned ebrnptly into e narrow
alley, from which wound upward a long
etairosse, leading to a little atti chamber -
my home.
I could pity and appreciate Mina quite
enough now to make up for any lack bf
appreoiation end pity then, if it were only
then; and not now, es she went slowly
on her way to her mother's home, a little
farther down the‘ street, unoonsoiouslY
singing till the same song of the Lorelei.
I could hear every note of it.
• Dear little Mina -I
(To be contititted)
never poeseased a farthing that he could stowed upon them by any one who chanced'
call his oWn. who was innocent of the to be out of temper; and I osnnot wonder
@lightest knowledge of where he was bora that when the boy felt that for all this
• and could only pees when by making come loyal protection he was really indebted to
parietals with other children who might, his little powers at ark he became an
• perhaps, be twice hie own age. It wee I. ardent devotee at the altar ot unknown
All that I knew of myself, ooncerning my aesthetics. It was either that I loved the
• anoestory, wee that Italian blood ran in art for Mina, or that I loved for art; which
my veins. This I learned from a good old it was I am not yet postive ; but I was sure
soul in Boppard who took pity upon' roe that everything depended upon Mina and
through my boyhood, and played more or equal sure that Mina depended upon my
lees the pert ot a guardian, telling me over pictures. To conquer in one or the other
and over /again, all that she knew of. my was the great, solitary hope and ambition of
mother ; that she was an Italian women,very my boyhood, and without once pausing to
beautiful, bat unable to speak a word of determine for whioh or for.what I was
German, who came one day upon Boppard struggling, or trying in any way to under-
• from -no one knew where, bringing with stand myself, I felt the sentiment grow
• her a boy just old enough to walk beside stronger and stronger as I grew.
her, clinging to her hand. The next day
she went away, alone, and dill no one
• knew where, expect so fares her body was
concerned, for they had laid that in the
paupers' vault, down by the slumbering
ohuroh. There was no estate to settle; she
had absolutely nothing in the world to
leave to me except my name and only one
name at that ; jest "Carlo." She called
me Carle when ehe was dying, and so tke
• good people of Boppard called roe Carlo
afterward. That and the clothes I had on
were absolutely elle that was left to me
except an inestiablellesire to make pictures
of whateverpleesed my Univ.
How I grew, even to boyhood has
• been a mystery to me ; yet, while growing,
I managed to gather from here and there
a few random suggestions in art, even in
• Bopped. I welched and wondered while
the stupid village painter created a eign or
Stained a door, with retentions envy or unin-
telligible vexation as the design or shelling
harmonized or clashed with my incoherent
ideas of unrecognized art; but the sum and
substance of my only real, conscious
ambition lay in one supreme, omnipresent
desire to please a little maid of the Father-
land, named Mina.
Poor as I was -so very mnoh poorer than
•any other boy in Boppard-it Wag strange
good fortune that, from my eerlielit ma.
lection, Mina was a loyal eoinpanion play-
mate and friend. She had flaxen hair and
light blue eyes. She had laughing lips end
a happy, generene heart. That was Mine.
My Mina.
Together we played day after day upon
the Rhine, in ite muddy, midsummer
gurgle, with many an eddy and whirl hurry-
ing over the shallow**, or its springtime
freehets. as it roared and thundered be-
tween it hanks, sometimes overflowing
them; now a. great, broad abed of tur-
bulent Switzerland; then a lower, deeper
murmur of the Fatherland, shimmering
Over its shining panda. Many and many
an autumn day we crossed the river, in the
• ungainly Rhine row -boats, to olimb among
the vineyarde opposite, while the sun was
tonohing the ruddy -clusters with a tincture
of bine, turning them purple. Itwas quite
against all the laws •f the land for ne to
ramble about in the vineyard(' when the
grapes wore ripening, but there never was
a keeper so bold as to riblike his head at
• Mina when she presented her little self or
at me when I followed her ; though I very
well knew 'whet my reception would have
been if by ohence 1 had ventured there
lone or with some one deo thab Mine.
When we were alone Mina would sing to
inc. She sang as we played in the vineyards.
She sang as I made pictures for her ; and
knew, even then, that her voice must be like
the voices of the angels. She would sing
the songs of the Rhine boatmen, unfurling
the ungainly sail, making a -rudder of a
clumsy oar and steering the rude craft
across the rushing river. She sang the
sweeter melody e of the vineyarde, when all
the villagers olinib the pyramidal hills, to
gather the ripening olnetere of grapes for
the famous Rhine wines ; or she sang the
wilder Bongs of chivalry borrowed from
Rhinish history end, laughing, ehe would
declare that she was singing songs for ale,
by-and-by, when I had grown to be a man ;
but the dearest of all to me, the sweetest
song she sang, wolS the tale of Lorelei. I
never thought of its rude side while she
was singing. I never thought of anything,
in fact, but of the melody and the way
Mina sang it. I would • ask her to sing it
again and again, for it seemed as though I
could never be satisfied. I would clap my
hands and tell her that she was a great
opera singer and I yvas the audience
aPplanding, and that I Should keep up the
applause until she came back to sing it
mice more. I loved music with true Italien
instinet, and I really knew mnoh more
about the ways of !mere than of ert ; for in
one the village sign.painter had been my
only and unwilling master, while in the
other, even in Boppard, in midennamer,
wandering minstrels would sometimes ap-
pear, in the dismal hall, in what great
lettere on the surrounding walla announced
as " Opera." I would steal in, 'when I
could, to listen and to see how things were
done at the opera ; but I knew very well
that not one of those bedizened artists ever
sang so sweetly a did my Mine.
Mina was very much wiser than I or she
might have thought of me end of mueio as
I thought of her and of art ; so, it came to
this in the' end that, according to our
different capacities, I loved my Mina and
my Mina loved me ; better and better eaoh.
.day as. we lived it ; yet neither of us knew
what love was, by any name or definition;
other, each for the other and both for the
°soh and while our hearts were growing into
beautiful, I alone, by a didoordent raieoon-
oeption of it ell, wee Marring whet might
have resulted in the sweetest harmony, and
in thous happy dap' was eortmulonely pay-
ing the premiums upon a policy which in -
eared log years of rank incongruities,
where there seemed to lie before nu only a
promised land, an earthly paradiee.
room managed to kill him with a rusty
old sword. Then, piecing one of the corpse's
feet under eaoh arm, he dragged his victim
to the police station.
'y How is it," asked the friend, "thee a
man could do such a thing ?''
" Oh, pshaw 1" said the editor, " I pre-
eume he was like me. I have no horror. of
d ath. I would experience no different
LASIP-FOSTS FARM
OW They are Artistic and Kept in Perfect.
Order.
Paris hat about 1300 miles of gate main*
and pipes, and consumes in she manufac-
ture of gee over 1,000,000 tone Of Coal yearly.
There are over 50000 gas lamps, consuming
different quentitide of gee, as:wording to the
lropeetanoe of the looelity. With a pop-
ttiation,of ti,hoest 2,2_0,00, the oity con-
sumed in 1889 312,258,070 imbio Motileet
gas. The lanterns are mostly drotther,
that form being preferred as ceding the
least shadow, and of glees beautifully -white
and oleo. Idefiectore are commonly mode
as it is estimated that they increase the,
light 30 per cent. The larop- poets are of'
bronzed iron, and great attention is paid to
artietio form end eolidisy of poen. nay
taper gracefully upward from a conical
trodosthedeesetedeendeedi M itself hand-
somely ornamented a MragliTtiVilWeliw.eW
by a oestelleied *tenet' They are front
eight to about tau (telt in height, and the
gas oOMpasy is rkeuired to keep them,
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well as the lame:trite, to perfect orcler.-St.
Louie Globe -Den -twat.
• •- • ---
Grace Before Meat.
BY WILLLI3M MURRAY, ILAMILTON.
Pt.
than I do, witt yon here. I believe that if
r
there was bat one bed at my disposal and a
corpse lay on that. I shined make eine
corpse lie over and eleep with it. When a
man is dead he is non est. I don't believe
in a hereafter, end all this fine feeling over
death is but the result of thousands or
years of superstition."
When the editor finished his bold baser -
tion, not a little braggingly, he went to
work again, and the' ad friend departed.
But a few nights afterwards the latter
returned to pay another visit. As he tn.
tered the door he noticed a marked change
in the usual bold, careless manner of the
editor. Tho letter rose from hie chair,
and premed his friend's hand tightly, and
tears (almost >welled from his reddened
eyes.
" Why, what is the matter ?" &eked bis
friend. •,
" My father died 'set eight," answered
the editor. " Sit down" ; and when his
friend was mated he continued : " I want
to take Intik what I [mid the other night
about death. I witnessed the most touch-
ing scene of life last night, and it made me
cry like a 'chi Id . My father and mother
were both -mist 60 years of age. For monthe
my father had been gradually sinking, bat
we did not expect the end eo 80011. The
paper had just gone to prees last night
when I received word to come home imme-
diately. When 1 reached home the end
was very near. My mother sat at the head
of the bed, bending over the emaciated
form of my father, with tears streaming
downeher dear old face. I had been there
but a moment when, with -hers-hte
bit of strength left, he raised hie arms,
and his lips moved as if he would speak.
Tenderly ehe plaoed her arms around him
and eaid ' I understand you. Ben. but I
can go no ferther with yon. We must part
now, end you must go on alone. but I'll not
be long coming, and we will meet again in
heaven. Good bye, Ben.'
--d-The-oldsmeitiolips moved faintly again,
and he fell beck on hie Fallow with a
happy, resigned expression on his face. I
can't believe those two, old people will
never meet again," oonclude,et the editor
with tears in his eyee.
This wee but e, droner incident at the
effect of death on the living. Few men, if
any, have the worldly strength to make
themselves believe that death osnnot
arouse a religious feeling within thom. The
funeral impresses th'e greatest truth of life
-that it has an end, and thought of death
suggeatethe question, whither ?
To the right of Boppard are the ruined 1CHAPTER II.
walls of the old centle -where day after day
we rambled, playingioureelves quite out of , A STRANGER ENTERS.
poverty and Boppard, and into great lords A stranger passed through Boppard, oho
and ladies, knights and eweetheerte, summer day,.
&lenity obeerving all the oldvalrous I hid grown to be almost a men; to my
•
Ammo the prominent men who have
passed to their reward during the present
year may be mentioned Cardinal Newman,
Cardinal Peoohi (brother of the Pope), Dr.
Doellinger, Canon Liddon and Rev. Robert
Laird Collier, all ecclesiastics of world-
wide celebrity. Of military men Lord
Napier of Magdals, and Major -Gen. Terry
are perhaps the most famous who have
died. Other names to be mentioned ere
those of August Belmont, the New York
banker and politician; ?William III., King
of Holland; 'the Duke of Aosta, ex -King of
Spain ; Adam Forepaugb, the famous
ehowman ; Captain Sir Richard Francis
Burton, the African traveller and explorer ;
Sitting Ball, the Sioux chief, who was
largely responsible for the Custer mas-
adore ; the Sultan of Zanzibar ; General
Salamanca, Captain -General of Cuba, and
Dr. C. H. Peters, the eminent astronomer
It is reported that the Czar has ordered
e postponement of the application of the
enti-Semitio laws for three years, owing to
the representations of financiers.
T an s,
Tokens of Thy love,
And for what our eouts can Baize
Of the joye above.
Bless these earthly mercies,Lord,
For our health and strength,
And to us 13.11d Ours accerd
Heaven iteelf at lenoh.
Our unholy spirits cleanse
In Thy live g lake,
And forgive us all our sins
For our Saviour's sake. Amon.
• New Tear',, Greeting.
Here is a very good one. It went through
the mail to -day, printed ou a tag, attached
to whioh was the cork of a ohampsgrie
bottle :
May IMerroy 3 ule,
Of bumper joys be full.
I'd like to crack a bottle, friend,
With thee, for Auld Llilig Syne,-
And as I wet my throttle, friend,
Drink joy to thee and thine.
Tho' cash I can't out -fork, my friend.
Kind. hearts are more than wealth;
So let UB smell the cork, my friend,
And sniff each ()theta health;
Wishing you a very happy new year.
04,
Ladles' Footgear.
The newest embroidery for shote is in
gold thread like a apider'e web, with a red
end gold milder and a blue and white -headed
fly.
Very fine floral embroidery ie introduced
on black shoes in pink and green beads.
Banda moron the instep are new, and so
are the suede shoes, oevered with narrow
ditched bands of a darker shade. Tiny
bridles are principally worn, with no bows
at all. -London Letter in Chicago News.
• Dr. Dodd's Death.
New York Times: When the Rev. Dr.
Stephen Dodd died, an East Haven poet
took upon himself the duty of writing &
suitable epitsph, and here is what he pre-
sented, with due ' respeet, to the widow:
" Here lies the body of Dr. Dodd,
Have mercy on his soul, 0 God ;
Almighty God, do unto Dodd
AteDedd-would_dolidie_yiere God."
Frightful Nes ndal:
"Dreadful eoandal about Dr. Plaix." •
" He claim' to be a bachelor, but I heard
yesterday he'd buried 19 wives."
" Horrible!"
" Yes, isnt't it 2 Other men's wives, I
mean, of couree."-
Boston, Brooklyn, Bulyelo.
Hem are eome interesting statistics of
three cities which spell their names with a
big B: Boston' contains $822,026,100 of
taxable property and $26,592,400 of prop-
erty exempt from taxation The rate ger
$1,000 is $13.20. Brooklyn's assessed
valuation -is $4523.53,601, an increase over
1890 of $24,274,920. Its net debt is $38,-
131,565, an increase of $3,492,023. In
other words its net debt is 111 for every
$12.37 of valuation. The net debt of Buf-
falo is $9,986,736, an increase of $245,674
over 1890.
That's Se.
Ottawa journal: If Mr. Plimsoll's
charges have net been substantiated with
regard to inhuman treatment of cattle in
the Canadian export trade, they have
certainly developed a great deal of useful
information regarding inhumanity to
human beings.
"For Sale by Druggists.'
A Berlin cable says : It is officially
announced that the public sale of the Koch
lymph will soon be entrusted to druggists
throughout this coantry.
An extensive phosphate deposit is -said to
have been discovered in Longhboro' town-
ehip.
Dr. E. M. Lott, of London, Eng., has
been appointed Professor of =sib in Trill
. ,
ity 'University.
Rather Realistic.
Exchange: The gamin s of the oity are
orezy over the Eyrand trial, and croWds
are gathering about the Palate de Justice,
and every convenient corner singing the
now popular retrain:
She lured the man into her lair, tra-la,
And her lover he strangled him there, tra-la; °
With a kiss and a bug
And a rope and e. tug
They did the job neatly and well ;
Ohl Le Belle Gabrielle!
They knew Heat he carried a cheque, tra-le,
And to grab it they twisted bis neck, tra-la ;
For poor old Gentle there was"old Nick" to play
For I fear the old man went to h-11
Through La Belle Gabrielle.
Fewand Far Between.
Chicago Inter Ocean : Now and then
you come across men and women who re
mark, " I bate children." It is always safe
to run a bleak line through the centre of
their mimeo and in every relation in life
give them a " wide berth." A man or
woman who " hates " innocent childhood
treads the riskiest path of any man or
woman in all this universe.
He Was SeepticaL
New York Sun: Old Robinson (reading)
-The oversee weight of the Welleeley Col-
lege girl is 119e pounds.
Young Rebinson-ll'm I Id like to go
up to Wellesley and teat thet statoment.
He'd Never Get It.
Life " Drop me a line," yelled the
drowning men. "What's tbe use?" said
the/ humorist on the dock. "There's no
post office whereyou
As an example how the heritage of the
people was bestowed upon favorites in ye
olden time, we publish a clipping from the
Dundee People's Journal whioh has been
sent no :
" 1, Malcolm Kenmore, King, the Brat of my
reign, gives to thee, Barron Hunter, uper and
nether liowmade, with all the lands within the
flood, with the Hack and the Haoktoun, and all
the bounds up and down, above the earth to
Heaven, and all below the earth to hell, as free
to thee and thine as ever God gave to me. and
mine, and that for a beet and a bred arrow when
I tome to shit upon Yarrow, rind for the' mai?
suith I bite the white wax with my teeth before
Margret my wito, and Moll my nurse.
" Sic subscribtuf,
" 1057, MALCOLM KANMORE, Bing,
, " Mikneamer, Witness.
"
MOLL, Witnees."
Mies Hulda Friederichere who expecte to
come across the water aeon te write up tho
Irish question in America for a London
newspaper, is well known as a writer for
British jonrnals. She is a German girl,
still ander 30, and is mister of several
languagen.
In a joint canneRepublicans of
no
the Oregon wasnate iohn H.
°Mitchell nominatedby a olamation
atiegoarnidhese
United States Senator to summed himself
Clhancellor Von Caprivi dittos that pro
posais for the abolition of corn dues mad
in the Reiohstag will probably bo shelve&
by being referred to the Budget Committee*.
The Brotherhood of Locomotive Engl.
mere has 27.715 members et present, an
increase of 2,312 in 1890.
1
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