Lucknow Sentinel, 1891-02-20, Page 2a
gong " Ye Merry lien ed ClonetQa.'r
BY J. GLASGOW..
Ye merry men of Canada.
Whose earl Sows forth in song, .
Tat Natnxe's ewelliug harp dugout
To cheer the jovial throng.
Our fields are lull -cad fair to see,
And happily we own.
The golden fruits of honest toil
That Dave been wisely sown.
MOitD&
Here, let the joyful strain ring out
Beneath the maple tree,
While we sing of our Canada.
The fairest of the free.
We'll hail the good old-fashioned sold.
Whate`er may be his r awe,
Who oft bad heard of freedom's torch,
Yet never felt its Same.
And should he
make his home with ue
�r^.'rs'1w>^z7.,
In resting from his daily toil,
Beneath our maple tree.
No tyrant's harsh and hateful hand
Can ro4 him AA his right,
He will be monarch o'er his own,
None dare his freedom slight.
And when he's tilled his own loved plot,
`Vhate'er its bounds may be,
His wife and he may sing their song
Beneath our maple tree.
sentiment and hardly so muoh cat realizing
that I had no name by which to call the
plaoe, except the indefinite distinction that
it woe where 1 wee to study art till I could,
do better, and it was long afterward before
1 fully appreoiated how, through that in.
itinl burns',, when I had thought him so
utterly indifferent, My father had been in-
tently studying me, probing me through
and through, to discover the wisest way by
whioh he should lead me into life.
Life ? What did I know about it, that I
should appreciate it or disoover hie anxiety ?
Life was to me like one of the old legends.
It seemed to me very plain and real that
my lady -love had offended me and I had
gone from her upon a great orusade. Wh
my father ehonld tell me that I could
uta+y��y^-L"-'.uUiLa'u=kaYr�"`�ivc'0bllitirJi'-`""aiY�
conquered, and then I should go book to
her in triumph, and she should ask my par-
don, be forgiven, and we should live happily
forever after. I ooald not see that any-
thing else was desirable. If 1 reaohed a
point where neither she nor any stranger
passing through Boppard could. oritioiee my
piotnree, I felt that Mina would be in honor
bound to reinstate me in the position whish
greatest secrete of encomia. Continue in
that wry, Anthony, and your reservoir of
information will never surprise you and
disappoint your friende by running dry.
But now, in direst contradiction to all
this sage advise, 1 am about to ask you- to
.open that valve a tittle for my benefit. It
is so very peculiar that I am puzzled
beyond expreeeion. Did you hear any one
say that this was Florenoe ? "
As nenat, he closed bis sentence with a
few words which I could easily underatand
and to whiohI could readily reply in the.
negative.
" I fancied not," he said, oereL aely ;
"abut possibly your saw the name some-
enI where."
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e
not' o sir 't
1 N i was not that,,..,,...
EiiS-i-fair, nt`r.Atitr3'wtctl►tr'tY*riti. 'fie `uve Dame to
the coach -along the river I eaw a bridge
covered with shops and another with four
marble statues, and then we drove peat a
porch full of. beeniifal marble statues,
with a curious egnere palace opposite and
marble Hone, and the greatoharoh with a
moeato bell -tower and beautiful doors all
covered with figures, and I thought of the
eon that mx mother Ment
i itaattittargiatiara o no 43
nd in my heart that it could not be -anything
I else."
"Your mother ? " he replied, rising and
y- walking rapidly to the window. " Your
ng mother ? Did you not tell me, Anthony,
er that you could not remember her ? "
he It suddenly 000nrred to me that he
ly thought I had been deceiving him and that
wae why he frowned ; .so that, eager to ex -
e. trioate myself, I exclaimed :
se " I cannot remember her face, sir. That
to was what yon asked me ; if I should know
I it it I saw her portrait anywhere; and I
o- know that I should not knotty it, for I
ill cannot remember anything at all of what
at she was. This is what I said, sir, and I
know thatit is trno."
ee I spoke so earnestly that he turned a
little from the window, and, in a voice.
Is that was unusually gentle, replied
ill " I did not doubt you in the leant, my
n- boy, believe me. It was otjy that you
us seemed to remember something of • your
et mother, after all. What is it ? "
"I remember the songs- she sang, for I
t, have been singing them ever since," I re-
plied.
" Bat how do you think of her,
g Anthony ?'' •ho-aeked, so abruptly -that 1•, -
frightened by what I could not tell, re -
or sponded :
e, "I seem -to think of her always by
wh--,"
"at Well, by what ? "
s " By what she was not, more than by
1 what she was."
d " And what, Anthony, was she not," `
a my father asked, turning from the window
er • nd stnirrg for i -moment with his gray
eyes fastened searchingly upon me.
"She was not like anyone else, sir," I
replied promptly enough; for that, et least,
was what I had said to myself hundreds of
times ae the only image of my mother in
my mind. When I looked at other
mothers, when I eaw them, heard them
speak, and remembered that once, long
ago, I had a mother, too, I simply knew of
her-thaterhe-wag-not- ike-them.
My father grossed the room, lit a
cigarette, and sank into an arm chair, re-
peating, but not to me :
" No, she was not like other women."
•Springing to my feet, I exclaimed :
"Did you know her ? Did you 2"
" I know her in you, Anthony," he re-
plied quietly. I Oen see whet she was in
what you are. Yon are not like other boys,
are you'? That is all. Now take your
seat and tell me a little more. It is very
interesting, unless it pains yon. The songs
she sang, you say that they were ..in
Italian ? " -
"Why, yes, sir, I suppose so," I' replied,
after thinking for a moment, and discover-
ing that, after all, I had no reason to be
absolutely sure that they were in Italian.
" Yon• are not really obliged to say' sir'
to me, you know, Anthony," hereplied,
knocking the ashes from his cigarette and
looking for a moment at the spark of fire
glowing beneath them. Yon oan say
father when it pleases you: Whatever ie
most natural will be best. I was thinking
that, on the Rhine, yon told me yon under-
stood no language but German."
" I did not suppose that I. did, sir, -
father I mean," I replied. " Only when • I
heard everyone speaking words that were
so muoh like songs, I knew that they most
be Italian, and 1 seemed to • understand
something of what was said without know-
ing the words."
" Yon are more of a philosopher than I
had suepeoted," my father obeerved,.amil-
ing a moment later, " and it is very wise
precaution that you have adopted, not to
oarry a complete catalogue of yourself upon
you coat collar ; though many a sage has
overlooked the wisdom of it. Thie has
been a rather peculiar and snot over-oordial
way of welcoming yon to your home, but if
you will bear with. me a moment longer
and let me turn the talk a little more
direotly upon yourself, then we will have
done with all thele disagreeable persgnali-
ties forever. Our dinner will soon be
ready for es, and with it we will oroes the
Rubicon. Thereafter yon shall be your
majesty yourself, and I your majesty's
prime minister ; so that I. most pat all the
questions that I have to ask in the brief
period that remaine ; the meet important
one ehonld take the lead, I suppose. Do
you not wieh to etude, other things while
you bre studying art ? "
" Of course I do, if you desire it, sir -
father I mean," I replied.
"' Sir' meets the point of appropriate-
ness in your mind a little more emphati•
Dally, I fanny, Anthony. It would not be
well to force snob a familiarity," my
father said, again turning over the leaves
of the book whish he held. " Use that
whish seems the most natural, and then if
by-and-by it is easier for yon to say father,
why, it will indicate a diminution of the
distance betweenne, and ter that it will be
all the pleasanter. Spontatiiety is the eon)
of confidence. What I mean about yourself
je this : yon ran after me because I inti-
mated the yon could do "better if you
studied art. Now—."
" Mina eaid so, too," I interrupted him,
forgetting .e =elf fora moment.
"Ah 1" "e lifted his eyebrows a little,
" and Mina (an exquisite name by the way)
has a very pretty fade and a very good
heart, too, if I remember."
" Oh, she was • not near so pretty that
day by the wall as she was sometimes," I
stammered, binehing and watohing the
figures on the Persian rug.
" That day by the wall ? " he repeated,
Like that w .are lordlinge live
And yet when be sits down to dine
He'll have all gold can give; -
• And when his lamed repast is o'er
He'll warble o'er the les.,
And proudly Fonder o'er his state
Beneath the maple tree.
No slave can find a resting place
Oa this our happy land;
Oar Qooial sons, themselves so free,
Will take him by the hand.
His galling chains will here dissolve.
The creature thus made free
Will join the chorus of our song
Beneath the maple tree.
We'll ask no favor's of the rich
But help the poor who can,
And from the lap of wisdom teach
The brotherhood of man;
And when we will have aged a pace
May it be found that wo
Shall have the right to sing our song
Beneath our maple tree. ,
Long may the landmarks of our home,
With honors in their breast
Cling to the land we love so well,
_Like sirs, who are at rest;
hd should some darkening cloud descend,
May we as one agree
To sing our song of Canada
Beneath our maple tree. M1
THE _.P -RIMA DONNA
CHAP V.
ONLY St74QESTIONS.
It is simply a picture of boyhood ; un-
happy, happy boyhood ; appearing now and
then in my perpetual night like an atom of
illuminated duet, as it floats in a ray of
memory that steals into my darkened room.
rtiaiorgoften_agaires owever-„-es-reedil-y-a
one forgets -the work of the timid neophyte,
treading upon the threshold of genre, when
be turns to the stronger, deeper „lines, the
sharper lights and shadows of the daring
master. So, ae I enter here,arotit day to
day, and stand in this gallery all my own,
bung by a oarelese, ig�@,„r�ant, blundering
Mand, I forget the first p'f�eture, dear as it is
for its very monotony of neutrals, in the
deeper; darker: morn-deiant=touohes that
draw my thoughts away to oringe and shad-
ier and regret.
Just beneath the still-life study there is a
half finiehed drawing, very suggestive of
what a master might have made of it had a
!taster heldthe brush ; but the boy was so
dell and elow.of comprehension that, even
�cdth the oatline before him, he could not
ley the color in. He wae Iike a leaf on the
eierface of a stream and wee carried by the
+etti'rent and borne by the breezea:whitherso-
, Over they listed, without a single motion of
opposition or independent action.
iffy father took me so entirely into him-
self and oat of myself that, from the time
* at I put on. the new name and the new
clothes, I do not think I wae once ooneoious
of a single misgiving concerning the mor-
. row. Sufficient unto the day wan the
' pleasure of it, even as imperfeotly as 1 com-
prehended that.
At Brat, we travelled, day after day, and
life seemed like the eonge whioh Mina sang,
only, perhaps, not quite so , real" as they.
We visited grand and beautiful cities and
wonderful palaces. We crossed broad rivers
1y colossal bridges. We were borne on
'steamers over great lakes, surrounded by
High hills. We were among giant mown.
tains, beside whish the oliffa of the Rhine
were hardly terraces, where the snow lay
Slashing on the lofty peaks, though it was
/Ong after midsummer, and onward, onward
mill, constantly, moving through wonders
beyond anytb�p'ppg which the fairy tales and'
legends of thd'Rhine had ever imparted.
I said very little as time went on, for,
even then, I seemed to feel distinotly that
say father was better pleased when. I was
silently eatiefied. Satisfied I eurely was,
and silence to me was natural. Thus, from
the first, I grew to have few opinions of my
own and never to prefer them. To wonder
where we were going would have seemed to
me a foolish sentiment ; to have oared was
equally absurd, and to ask my father would
have appeared to me,.not only daring, but
moat unreasonable. When he chose, he
i'tnparted such infortation as he wished
without my questioning, and when he did
not ehdose to impart the information I very
aeon discovered that, ask such. queetions as
I would. I obtained only very kind and
gentle responses utterly devoid of any antis -
factory results. rhus, notwithstanding
the peculiar position whish aright naturally
have tended to continue!, outbursts of some
Hort, I got on without them, to the better
patiefaotion of both of ns, I think, and after
I had fathomed the mystery of the now
elethea and learned how to set myself into
them, it did not again seem to me that my
father ever was or ever could have been a
etranger, or thet,-so far as I knew anything
of what that word might mean, the name
of father was at ell inappropriate to express
the relations between us.
It was not that I wae devoid of ourioeity
ee mnoh as that questions, without number,
were constantly being anewere by nature
and art about me, Riving me little time even
to think of asking more. Nor was I et the
firet withont very deep and genuine thoughts
of gratitude to ray father; bat the few en•
deavore which I made to exproed'them very
ilainly diepleaeed him, and I„ soon grow
unto carefully avoiding any such ea/weirs-item
till, in time, I even forgot to bo grateful ;
taking'overything as be certainly seemed to
wish. that I should take it, as a simple, nn•
questionable metier of conrse.
At'het, the train moved into a station
where my father announced that we had
reached our destination. I followed him
from the compartment with ' no nnuenal
•
A private coach with a coachman a
footman waited for ne at the station; and
had but partially recovered from the hew
derment of this surprise when I found m
self climbing marble steps and eaten
very grand apartments, following my feth
into a sumptuous drawing -room, where
threw himself, with a sigh, upon a rich
upholstered divan, saying :-
" Well, Anthony, at last we are at hom
I have been wondering how it would plea
you, for you know it is as much yours,
do what you will with, as it is mine, and
shall feel that yen are satisfied just in pr
portion as you make it so. Now, what w
you first ? What is the first thing th
strikes you to do?"
" Learn to paint." I responded, without
moment's hesitation.
" Learn to paint ? " he repeated. n
the ruling passion omnipresent ? W
there not be time enough tomorrow, A
thong ? Think fora moment ; I am curio
to know what you would wieh for most ja
now."
I almost said : " To see Mina "; bn
oheokingenyeelf io time, replied :-
" Only to study, sir."
" Ouly.. to....study.?.. Absolutely- nothin
more ? " he caked.
"Nothing more but what you wieh f
me,"I replied. " I have too muoh beside
already."
"Anthony," said he, after a moment
Pause." yon strike me as being -well, let a
say peoaliar. If yon had ever been brongh
up, I should say that your training ha
been excellent. Now, 1 am somewhat at
ons--Taliane wbe-has-been--ohiefiy--r
sponeible for your actions ? "
" No one bat myself," I replied, hanging
my head and swinging my foot restlessly
over the soft rag, ashamed that I lacked 8o
utterly what alt other boys could boast.
Presently, in his moat deliberate tones
my father continued :-" Then, speaking to
yon as the philosopher who has had in
charge the lad before ne, I mast oommend
you-highly-and-oonfess-to-you-that-li--bave-
grown very reluctant to usurp the seat of
authority. Your juriediotion is pregnant
with good results, and if yon will appoint
me your prime minister, with the right to
suggest occasionally, for your oonsideration
yon know, I am persuaded that it would be
better for both ot. twit you remain . preo-
tioally the exclusive master of yourself."
Understanding very little of what he said,
I retreated once more to that old refuge in
art, exolaiming :
" Yon said that you would be my master
and teach me."
Looking back to -day, from a position so
far away as now, it is easy enough to see
that Mine wae really the responsible
(reuse for all that I wae which wae in any
way refined or gentle ; for what, indeed,
should :I have bean at fourteen had it not
been for Mina 7 Where even would have
been my apparent love for art bad it not
been for my apparent devotion for her ? At
the time, however, I was not in a mood to
give undue credit to any influence for good
whioh Mina might have had over' me. I
only saw in her inflaenoe, so far, the fatal
wreck nazi the Lorelei. After another
peculiar pause my father continued :
" I will willingly be your master in art so
long as you require me, and while I oan I
will teach yon. Al present, however, I seem
to ;feel a certain necessity of being taught
by yon. Yon will pardon me, will you not,
Anthony, bus a peculiar onrioeity ]sada me
to ask you, just now, if yon happen to know
where yon are ? "
" I am in Italy," I replied, indifferently,
for I was becoming used to his unintelli-
gible philosophy end the ourione'interroga-
tione with whish his eentenoea were
brought to a olose.i and seeing but little of
their real intent I answered them as care-
lessly as I supposed they were given.
" Ah 1" he said, thoughtfully turning
over the leaves of a book, " you are quite
right about it, quite right. Yon are in
Italy. 'And have yot advanced any farther
in your unostentatious inve(etigations ? Do
you know, for instance, in what city of
Italy ? "
In Florenoe, I ()oppose, sir," I replied,
and naturally wondered at the frown whish
gathered over hie forehead.
" You are quite right, Anthony," he re-
plied, with no indiaation in his voioe of the
frown upon his forehead. " Now I have
no desire to perplex you with queetione,
especially eince you have been so ooneider-
ate, during our association thus far, in not
perplexing me, bat there is Goma way by
'whish you emceed in gathering informa-
tion that ie of a thoroughly reliable nature,
without any reversion to your tongue,
while with me, you see, lacking that
valuable secret, if I want to know ,any•
thing I have no way but to alk
about it. Now I am very curious to learn
how it was that you knew eo well that thie
was Italy and. Florence."
How, indeed, did I know ? It had never
000nrred to me until he asked me. It had
come to me in some way ; but being bound
to reply to his question, L hit upon the
right of it all, doubtless, when I eaid : n
" Became."
" That to an excellent explanation in its,
wa, 4nthotiy,," my father remarlieii with
a smile, " and d have no donbt that to yon
it is thoroughly lucid and comprehensible ;
for jour mind is evidently oonetruoted
npon the very wisest of all fnndimente-
the good old Englieh plan, to keep what you
get and get what you oan. Yon see what
I mean ? Yon comprehend mnoh mote
than yon impart, whish is ono of the
alleimaissimieselesneemn .F
" Anthony my dear boy, your mind ie
a profusion of fest° that you turn me
one perpetual interro ()tion., I am e
but I am ignorant andoee more must
what wall ? "
" Why, materiel wae making my b
scene, of coarse," I replied in alto
meat.
" You were not alone ? " ked.
have often thought since the at it
rather rude of me, speaking id to
under any oiroumstanoee ; mor
waeit.rude before a little 1 but
truth is I was so engrossed i certain
good canaltiee in ynur work b I ditl
even notice that you had company at a
" Have yon even her somewhereelse ?
kn
w�e%
%yon shows to m
he replied. " Have yon P tod
sketch that you made ? the' i ?
toll me that that was your '
I shuddered as I thought , eve
my father. Mina and Loreleire o
but, still wondering that he ld k
so muoh and so truly, I couldbe o
oeived that he had not seen and e
,ear=. ..-_ . _ _ -
eeses-
" on m" net' have known he have e
how good a heart she had"
One more he smiled, and, looking in
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face, said
" Have you forgotten that there was
blue on my palette with which to pa
your Mina's eyes? and did you never kn
Anthony, that blue eyes and a good 'he
were inseparable ? But never mind, d
boy,'.' he added, noticing my oonfuei
"It is only on general principles the
judge. She ie a very lovely girl, I am en
and white you are perfecting yourself
art, to pleaee her, elle 'will "be perfect
herself in other things to pleaee y
perhaps. When yon return to her, a gr
artist, you may be surprised to find t
she who is waiting for on is a great a
a000ntplished lady. Who knows ?
ooaree you are wishing her to be proud
you "and, will she not be wishing you to
proud of het• ? Now `there are many tiff
besides art in which a man should pert
himself to be a man, and one must be p
fioient in many to be worthy of a woma
admiration. What I mean ie, how wo
you think of etudying from books a lits
as well, while you are studying art ?
" I should tbink whatever "yon wish
nieto," T replied ein- the'deepetit sin What it
for the root of my earliest conviotiona,sa
so deep ' that even this emphatic deolar
tion failed to tonoh is. I did not gath
the elighteet hint that the power to paint
perfect pioture was not all that was neoeasa
to gain my lost supremacy over Min
which formed the sum and eubetenoe
what I understood' by love. Thus, Sabo
the refit, I meant precisely wh&i_Lsa
that I should think concerning it wha
me to.
that you should do
but, until we some
comprehension of each oth
and you fin
said be better in th
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ever my father wished
" What I wish is t
yon will," he said, " b
a little clearer
end. of ourselves, too, perhaps,
some other system w
end, let us teat this
Beyond me I will help
hour or so every morning,
noon you- shallehav
to other Ithinge in a
line of what the world
tion."
- The butler, in an extravagant
appeared at the door
dinner was waiting, and
Rubicon.
The half finished drawing in my galley
comprises that period; one of absolute con
tentmen&eend, so far as surroundings an
aesooiatto are concerned, one of patios
happiness ; but, as usual, it was alloyed b
the unfortunate fact that I did not appreoi
ate it ; could not through my own ignor
case and apathy, appropriate its joys and
poasibilitiee ; wonld , not see anythin
beyond the enfficienoy for the day and lef
the morrow -to take thought for the things
of itself.
Thus for teny ears I lived, delving in
the mysteries of many books aided by
skillfnlainetruotor , end in the mysteries ofr
art and in the greater mysteries of the
great world under the marvellous guidance
of my father, onlyto discover how little I
beginning, known at the only to realize
how 'mnoh I had learned in the interim,
n
never to apprehend how little, how very
little, I had accomplished, in the end, of
e
all that still lay before me, well within the
reach of malmost alms t uhlimited.poaaibilitiee.
a
How everything failed to impart that atom
t
of common-sense that ehonld conflict withr
the great misapp eheiyion of my life I
cermet understand.
A
CHAPTER VI.
von CAN DO BETTER.
Perhaps it was only because the argil-,
ment was so simple, sovery simple, that it
never •seemed worth the trouble it would
take to lay it thoughtfully before my mind
in a frank demonstration, or, perhaps, it
was that the ruling paasicn was ''snob a
fundamental fast of existence, that I
thought no mare of arguing With myself
upon than of discussing the statement that
sunlight made the day and darkness made
the night. The Dame old argument still
stood by me, in the same simple form :
that there 'wae not a boy in Boppard who
had not excelled me in everything but in
art ; in all, 'besides my pioturee, I was
]flask, and yet my, Deedomona loved me.
It wae art, not I, that had won my Mina. It
was art, not I, that had lost her. It wae art,
not I, that must regain her. Whatever I
was, outside of art, I wae for' my father
upon the same principle with whish I had
started, that I .would do and be whatever
seemed most to pleaee him, without • a
thought of its effect in any way on Mina.
What I was in art I was all for Mina,
never curbed or flattered by its oontention
with the world. Three the ten years passed
with little of note, leaving only a lingering
memory, ae the sun's last careen tarries
among the tresses of twilight ; a euggestion
of something that had not been appreoiated
until after it wae gone.
The most marked effect of the ten years,
and perhepe the most natural, wee that
my father became to me the one bright.
beacon and intransitive charm of life. It
had been without the least atoniehment
tbut I Boon disclgvoredthata he stood et the
summit .of his profession, with two or
three confreres acknowledged as the living
artiste of the world ; bat it was not at all
for this, it wee not because he was rich; eo
invariably kind, so febnlonely indulgent
th t
life. When he had left me under the
Lorelei I knew that all the world went
from me in his going, and now it was
simply reversed. All the world, high and
low, stood by me in hie staying. Mina had
not b>ren snore,�,potent in Boppard than my
father in Florelhee. So ooneoiona was I of
his constant guardianship that 1 fully
realized that in ten year&! had never taken
a single step whish he had not previoutd
resolved upon for me, and yet I knew with
equal certainty that, from the least matter!
to the greatest, I had invariably been left
to follow the elighteet dictates of my own
incline boned Whit elieolliie stud LIBOOndi-
tional independence.
(To be continued.)
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Hints About Breakfast. '
Breakfast ought to be made a very plea-
sant meal, beginning the day, as it dose,
after tbet tamtly have been separated for
the night. Yet in how sonny families 10 it
the custom to send cif the master of the
house to his daily round of businese with
an nneatisfied feeling after partaking of a
hurried,' unoomforssblo meal, composed
ner, warmed over iu any way moat easy to
the cook, without seasoning, and altogether -
unpalatable. I am not finding fault with
the materiele for the breakfast, but with
she manner of preparing and serving. B
all means use at breakfast what is 1e ,`i
from dinner of the day before, hut nook 11�
carefully, season it appetizingly, serve it
prettily, and have it hot, emoking hot;
not merely warm. Give `your cook to
understand that she mast bo down in the
morning in time to get ready the break-
fast with as mach ogre as she bestows upon
the dinner. Be .down yourself at the
moment of dishing it, to see to its being
served temptingly. If summer, and your
home is in the country, have always a fete
flowers on the breakfast table, no matter
what you do at other meals: Even a few
daisies or plover blossoms, with the dew
still on them, lend a grace that is pleasing.
If winter, have highly colored :reit, if pos.
sible, (inch ea oranges. If your purse can-
not afford this sees that, at least, the silver
is.ahining, the ooffee-pot bright and the
table has an' air of warxiith and comfort.
An aid to thie lira red table cloth in winter,
but be sure that it is Olean and ()pottage.
Do t 1
no al ow iY t
. _ _. ... .o.6e .left: Qn._the....table be-• .
tween meals, but substitute a diffaient one -
for thia purpose, -Boston Budget.
The Jews of New York.
For years I have known many people of
the Jewish race in this oity. I have
mingled with them in their quarters, have -
visited their synegognee, and but recently
addressed a meeting at whish over % thou-
-sand -of- ern--were--preen^. -Hasten
times the Jews were a " peculiar people,"
and they are so yet, writes John Swinton
in the New York Sun. Their shrewdness.
and other like traits are often epoken of ;
bat the, Jews whom I know cannot be de- '
scribed by a few worde of that -kind. They
are of an irgoiring disposition ; their
minds are open to new ideas ; they are
lovers of knowledge ; they are
quick of appreheneion ; they are
-genuine in- their friendships ; they '
are upholders of freedom; they ,dis-
play et times an exalted enthusiasm ; they
are mutually helpful, and they deserve
their reputation for work(' of charity. I
know many of them who have given up the
Mosaic faith, yet possess the desirable
traits and virtues here spoken of. I know
many who hold the moat radical opinions
in politics, yet for whom reason is the
guide of life. I know many of ,the Jewish ,
working people, and 'I feel bound to say
that their aspirations are worthy of the
race that 'built Jerusalem. The Jewish
element has within a few years become
powerful here as well as elsewhere in the •
United States; and - I believe it is an ele-
ment that will promote the welfare of the
country.
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The Men to Blame.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox laments the condi-
tion of her sisters, but she blames it on the
men. She says : " Unfortunately, men
want their sweethearts to be brilliant and
showy, and their wives to be domestic and
practical. The girl who understands how.
to, sew, cook, and nurse a sink ohild, doe*
not attract single men, and the auperfioie1
belle does not eatisfy her husband after
marriage. Hance the prevalence of. divorce.
Either men must beoonte more sensible
before marriage, more resigned afterward,
or mother% must begin to teaoh their
daughters in their oradlee the necessity of
combining the neefnl with the ornamental,
.the practical with the entertaining qual-
ities."
Wrestling.
Tom Cannon has leaned a challenge to
wrestle any man in the world for $2,500 e
side.. He is now in Glasgow,' Scotland, but
will leave eoon to fill engagements . in
France, Germany, Russia and Austria.
A Chicago man figures oat that he bee
paid his landlord, a hotelkeeper, $60,000
in hard money for his board and lodging.
But as he bas, at 74, rosy cheeks, a clear
complexion and bright eyes, he does not
repine.
" Oh, isn't thisgl EXPENSIVE
weatn r1"sai
On the sofa, quite sloes to his side ; d Mand,
" The snow is in perfect condition, I think,
For a long, long, long sleigh ride," .
And poor little Hyarry said never a word,
For ' he he andled the rib ons' at ed and five per week
In a Fulton street dry goods store.
-e-Every lover of poetry will regret to
hear that the poet Whittier, who ie now in
the 84th winter of his life, has laid &aide '
hie pen forever.
The wife of ex•Sheriff Flack, of New
York,• who suffered so much from the
fraudulent divorce proceedings, died yester-
day from paralyeie.
The World's Fair people tatk of provid-
ing movable sidewalks throagb the build-
ings, to save vieitore the labor of walking
around.
Get a club ready for the man who will
tell you, with a boldness born of profound
thought end deep reflection, that the
bone of the winter le .broken.heals
1t igrelated that the Taken of Roumania,
during her sojourn ire England, visited a
needle factory. While watching- the work
one of the men asked her for Bingle hair
from her head. The queen granted hie
equest, with a ensile. The men placed the
hair under the needle of hie machine, bored
tin he hole it,
then drew a fine
presented' thread
it through to the
&etbnlahed_gaeen.�_. .
a he was of theoeopbio importance to
me. It was simply that he was what ho
was upon the Rhine, upon the journey, t
upon the. Arno ; a vital neoessity of my
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