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Lucknow Sentinel, 1892-08-19, Page 2• -4.14VP-PA44.• , sesaelte.,, , • AFTER KIPLING. *IA , 'The Workingman " Arises and SMEAR., Seng. Deo R. Sims). waked in a percesshin with a banner and a band; And theysoithinr0=e.a,araszza,,...r",,a,he 'Igh. 'Osborn and the Stran ; "spouted at a meeting which was in Trafalgar square, But they senttheslops to charge me and to clear me out of there. 01 it's "Demmygog" and "Sochulist," and "Damn the lazy lout," ' But it's "Bless the British workman" with the ballet -box about. The ballot -box about, my lads, the ballot - box about, 01 it's "Bless the,Britisli workman" with 4. the ballot -box about. struck for better wages, and they said 11. was a fool. And the crafty nagitatur merely used me as a tool; And when the kids was starvin' and we hadn't suvicti bite, They -on shrugged' their shoulders and they said it served mo right. For it's "Ruin to the country," and it's wickedness and crime, But it's "Sacred Rights o' Labor" just about election time. Just about election time, my lads, just about election time, 0 ! it's "Sacred Rights o' Labor" lust about election time, Tin lazy and rm 'laming, and a noosanco and a .UBS And 1 sits on trade and commerce like a blessed inkyboe. I'm a iragen' down the Hempire and a-nwelling of the ratw, And a 'orny-'anded 'umbug-what the hupper classes 'ates. For it's "Workingmen are duffers.'? and " They're never worth a groat"; But it's " Britis' h bone and sinew" when. they wants your blooming vote. They wants your blooming 'vote, my lads, they wants your blooming vote; 0 ! it's "British bone and sinew" when they wants your blooming vote, OUR HOUSEBOAT. HIS houaeboat was Ethelbertha/0 idea. We had spent a day, the summer -before, on one belonging - to a friend of mine, and she had been enraptured with tke life. -Everything was ea au& a delight- fully tiny scale. You lived in a tiny little room ; you slept on a tiny little little bed, in a tiny, tiny little m ;end you cooked your little dinner by a tiny little fire, in the tiniest little kitchen that you ever did see. "Oh, it must) be lovely living on a house- boat," said Ethelberta, with a gasp of A Dream of Home. I stood last night upon the dreary shore That erdles round fair Scotia's eastern land; A wilwysbvage scene where breakers war Ilainst temples hewn by nature's master band. @ 6 The frellaSlike airy spirits o'er the wave, Screamed mo a rough but kindly welcome home, And trees and flowers their choral anthem gave And bade the weary wanderer cease to roam. 'The heather's bloom in purple clothed the hill, The c,orn-craik piped his harsh note through the gram; The wimpling burn ran seaward past the mill, And everything was sweet—a glad refrain. I traced the old gray abbey's ruined aisle, Where oft in youthful fancy could I hear Pale monks. in stole and warrior& clanking And kings and nobles who this fano did rear. Hail! oh proud land of tarn and stately erne! What charms still gild thy wild and, stormy shore; Although in kinder climes, our hearts still yearn For Scotia's mists, for Scotia's torrents' war. Fair land of worth and warriors high renown Accept the tribute which a bard would bring: ' May rars add lustre to thy jewelled crowil ()Clamp • 4'..a Ethelbertha and I, discussing the subject during our return journey in the train, resolved that next year we ourselves would poeticise a housebeet, a smaller houseboat, if possible than even the one we had just seen. it should have art muslin curtains and a flag, and the flotsam aboub it should be wild roses and forget-me-nots, I, , could walk all the morning on the roof, with an awning over me to keep the sun off, while Ethelbertha trimmed the roses and made cakes for tea, and in the evenings, we would sit out on the little deck and Ethelbertha would play the guitar (she would begin, learning it at once), or we would sit quiet and listen to the nightingales. For, when you are very, very young, you dream that the summer is all sunny days •and moonlight nights, that the wind blows always softly from the west and that roses will thrive anywhere. But as you, wow older, you grow tired of Waiting forthe dull gray sky to break. So you close the door and come in and crouch over the fire, wondering why the winds blow ever hem the east, and you have given up trying to rear roses. I knew a little cottage girl who saved up her money for months and montha so as to buy a new frock to go to a flower show in. But the day of the flower show was a nasty, wet day, so she wore an old frock instead. And all the fete days for quite a long while were nasty, wet days, and she feared she would never have a chalice of wearing her pretty white dress. Bat at last there came a fete day morning that was bright and. aunny, and -then that little cottage girl clapped her hands and ran upstairs, and took her new frock (Which- had been her new frock" for so long a time that it was now the oldest' frock she had) from the box where it lay neatly folded between laven- der and thyme, and held it up, and laughed to think how nice she would look in it. But when she went to put it on she found that she had outgrown it, and that it was too small for her every way. So she, had to wear a common old frock after all. Things happen that way, you know, in this world. There were a boy and girl once who loved each other very dearly. But they were both poor, so they agreed to wait till he had made enough money for them to live comfortably upon, and then they would marry and be happy. It took him a long while to do it, because making money is very slow work, and he wanted, while he was about it, to make enough for them to be very happy upon, indeed. He accomplished the task eventually, however, and`came back home a /wealthy man. Then they met again in the same poorly furnished parlor where they bad parted. Brit they did not sit as near to each other as they had •sat then. For she had' lived alone so long that she had grown prim and old-maidish, and she waif feeling ,vexed with him for having dirtied the carpet with his muddy boots. And he had worked so long earning money that he had grown hard and cold, like the.money itself, and was trying to think of something affectionate to say to her. So for a while they sat, one each side of the paper " dre-stove ornament," both wondering why they had shed such sacald- ing tears on that day theykissed each other good -by ; then said good -by ." again, and were glad. There is another tale with much the same moral that I learned at school oat of a copy book. If I remember rightly, it runs somewhat like this: Once upon a time there lived a wise grass- hopper and a foolish ant. All through the pleasant summer weather the grasshopper sported and played, gambollinKwith his fellows in and out among. the sunbeams, dining sumptuously each day on leaves and dewdrops, never troubling about the mor- row, singing ever his one peaceful, droning song. Then there came the cruel winter,' and the grasshopeer, looking round, saw that his friends, the flowers, lay dead, and knew from that that his own little span was drawing near its close. '1..hen he felt glad that he had been so happy, and. had not wasted his life. " It has been very short," said he to himself, " but it has been very pleasant, and I think I have made the beat use of it. I have drunk in the sunshine, I have lain on the soft, warm air, I have played merry games in the waving grass, I have tasted the juice of the sweet, green leaves. I have done what I could. I have spread my wings I have sung my song. Now I will timed: God for, the sunny days that, are passed, and Saying which, he crawled under a brown leaf, and met his fate in the way that all brave grasshoppers'should.; and a little bird that was passing by picked him up tenderly, and buried him. Now, when the foolish ant saw shis, she was greatly puffed up with Pharisaical onceit. " How thankful I ought to be," said she, " that I am industrious and pru- dent, and not like this poor grashopper. While he was flitttng about from flower to flower, and enjoying himself,, I was hard at work, putting up against the winter. Now he ia dead, while I am about to make my- self cosey in my warm home; and cat all the good things that I have been saving up." But, at she spoke, the gardner came along with his spade and levelled the hill whore she dwelt to the ground, and left her lying dead amid the ruins. Then the same kind little bird that had buried. the' grasshopper came and picked her out and buried her also ; and afterward he composed and sang a song, the burthen of which was, " Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." It was a very pretty song, and a very wise song, and a than who lived in those days, and to whom the birds, loving him and feeling that he was almost ono of themselves, had taught their language, fortunately overheard it, and wrote it down, so that all may road it wr is day. Unhappily for us, h4. iane An freed0Mal Shea frOM coast tO coast still GEORGE SCOTT. False Kindness. (From Horper'S Young People.) The softest little fluff of fur! The gentleet, most persuasiVe purr Oh, everybody told me that She was the • loveliest little cat 1' So when she on the table sprang. And lapped time cream with small red tongu I only genty put her down,. And said, No, nor and tried to frown; But if I had been truly kind. t I should have made that kitten mind ! Now, large and quick, and strong of will., She'll spring upon the table -still, And, spite of all my watchful care, Will snatch the choicest dainties there; And everybody says, "Scat! scat! She's such a dreadful cat!" But I, who hear them, know, with shame, I only am the one to blame, For in the days when she was young, And lappedthecream with small red tongue, Had I to her been truly kind, I should have made that kitten mind. harsh governess, who has no ayinpathy with our desire for rosebud. " Don't atop to pick lowers now, my dear," she cries, in her sharp, cross tones, as shaeizes our arm and jerks us back into the roadway; ferent bunks and leave them to atrip them- selves, and put on things of Ethelbertha's or of mine. But Ethel and 1, in those days, were slim, se that stout, middle-aged people in our clothes neither looked well no felt _" site haniaitsalana tesaitYtW9 will come happy, them then." them into the saloon and try to entertain -Upon their' emerging, we wauld take back again to -morrow, and you shill piclr And we have to follow her, knowing, if them by telling them what we intended to we are experienoed children,, that the do with them had the day been fine. But chances are that we shall never come that their answers were short, and occasionally way again; or that, if we do; it will be when snappy, and after a while the conversation the roses are dead. woad flag, mid we would sit round reading --which was an The last week's newspapers and coughing. houseboat that summermoment their own clothes were -dry Fate would not hear of our having a exceptionally fine summer—but promised (we lived in a perpetual atmosphere of us that if we were good and saved up our steaming clothes) they would insist upon money we should have one next year; and leaving us, which seemed to me discour- Ethelbertha and I, being simple-minded, teem' after all that we had done for them, the promise, and had faith in its satisfac- and would 'dress themaelvea once more and start off home, and get wet again before inexperienced ohilren, were ,content with tory fulfilment. they got there. As soon as we reached home we informed We would generally receive a letter a few Amenda of our plan. The moment the girl days afterward, written by some relative, opened the door, Ethelbertha burst out informing us that both patients were doing with: as well as could be expected, and promising " Oh ! can you swim, Amenda?" to send us a card for the funeral' in case of a "No, mum," answered Amendas, with relapse. entire absence of curiosity as to why such a Our chief recreation, oar aole consolation, question had been addreased to her. "1 during the long weeks of our imprisonment, never knew but one girl as could, and she got drowned.' t was to watch from our windows the plea- sure-aeekers passing by in their small, open, "Well, you'll have to make haste and boats, and to reflect what an awful day they learn, then," continued Ethelbertha, " be- had had, or were going to have, as the case cense you won't be able to walk oat with' might be. your young man; you'll have to swim out. In the morning they would head up We're not going to live in a _house any stream—young men with their sweethearts, more. We're going to live on a little boat in nephews taking out their rich old auntie the middle of the river." husbands and wives (some of them pairs, eEthe1berthe.'s chief object in life at this some of them odd ones), stylish looking period was to surprise and shock Amenda, gill's with cousins, energetic looking men and. her chief sorrow that she had never with dogs, high-class silent parties, low - succeeded in doing so. She had hoped great class noisy parties, quarrelsome family things from this announcement, but the girl parties—boatload after boatload they went remained unmoved. "Oh, are you mum ?" by, wet, but still hopeful, pointing out bite he replied, and then went on to speak of of blue sky to one another. . ether matters. . In the evening they would return, drenched I believe the result •would have been pre- and gloomy, saying disagreeable things to cicely the name if we had told her we were one another. going to live in a balloon. , That summer, I ant convinced, was re - I do not know how it was, I am sure. sponaible for the breaking -off of many an Amenda was always moat respectful in her engagement and the abandonment, maybe, manner. But she had a knack of making of one or two elopements.A wet day on me feel,whenin her presence, that Ethel- the river afford; lovers an insight into each /bertha and I were a couple of children, other's character that isnot otherwise easily playing at being grown up and married, and obtainable. Angelina learns that Edwin's that she was humoring us. When Babe Begins to Crawl. I am nothing but a baby, I guess I'm pretty small, But really you would be surprised to see the way I crawl. I onlydalearonted, the other day, and now it's my Tderawl around"tire carpet -Mtn earls^ morn till night. rye been underneath the table, get tangled in the chairs, And all the time keep waiting for a chance to try the stairs. And now I know you won't believe what lots of things I find, I never thought I'd have so much to occupy my mind. There aro pins, .of course, and buttons, and common things like that,. And once I found a penny right underneath the mat. And tacks, my. goodness gracious, they are strewn so thick, you know, I always geta mouthful whichever way I go. And, once I found the scissors, mother's sharp ones, to, And many other, curious things whose use I never knew. 0 In fact, I'm kept quite busy, but let mo tell yon all, A fellow can't see much of life until he learns to crawl. ' Little Bomer's Slate. After dear old grandma died, Hunting through an oaken chest In the attic we espied What repaid our childish quesei Tomas a homely little slate, Seeudngly of ancient date. On its quaint and battered face Was the picture of a cart Drawn with all that, awkward grace Which betokens childish art ; Hut what meant this legend, pray.: " Homer drew this yesterday i" Mother recollected then What the years were fain to hide— She was but a baby when Little Homer lived and died ; Forty years, so mother said, Little Homer had heen'clead. This one oecret through those years Grandma kept from all apart, Hallowed by her lonely Ward And the breaking or her heart; While each year that sped away Seemed to her but yesterday. So the homely little slate Grandma:8 baby's fingers pressed, To a memory consecrate, Lieth in the oaken chest, 'Where, unwilling we should know, Grandma put it, years ago. After his Short Vacation., His linen coat he dons to-dny, Likovriso his linen vest„ .And to the country takes his way To get a rest. Two weeks hence to the town he hies, Denuded of his pelf, And two days on tho bed he lies To rest himself. A BOON FOIL GLIM. They Needn't Darn. Their Stooklings Any I. Nom Girls maid to be brought up to understand that she who mended her stookings with court -plaster always caught the keel of hec , slippers in a crack aid revealed to the young man who' accompanied her the slovenly deed ; whereupon he went straightway and proposed to her cousin Jane, who was plain,. but darnel her stockings so that the hole became like the web. Nor, it was pointed. out to ler, was there any record in the ribald sea& that the men who danoed with a girl With a hole in her stocking married her, though she was the prettiest girl in the room. It is hard to give up the value of this early traininge and feel that it geed many hours have been uselessly sacrificed in painful labor with the needle. It *seems there is a certain sort of rubber tame that is admirable ior mending rents, an in, woman's journaki end columns it is- rged for that purpose. ' No word here o, the moral qualities ria darning, of its eloquence, its womanliness. On the contrary rubber tissue is expressly praised for the speed with which it enables a woman to get throughber mending and get out. It is a thin, transparent fabric, accessible and cheap. The method of using is to adjust) the rent, clip off the frayed edges, clap on a piece of rubber tissue out the appropriate size, lay over this a piece of thin cambric and apply a hot iron. The philosophy is clear. The iron warms the rubber, which then lays hold and ingratiates itself with the texture and the mending is done. It is described as very useful in restorine umbrellas elbows in sleeve, and the seats of smell beys' trousers.—N. Y. Sun. language is not so limited as she had Houseboats then were not builtto, the imagined, and Edwin perceives that Ange- scale of Mississippi steamers, but this boat line's smile is not the fixture he had thought was a small one, even for that primitive it. age. The man from whom we hired ib 'de- One couple, and one' couple only, out of scribed it as " compact." The man 'to the many hundreds that passed under our whom, at the end of the first month, we view, came baok from the ordeal with tried to 'sublet it, characterized it as pleasant faces. He was rowing hard and " poky." In our letters we traversed singing, with a, handkerchief tied round his this definition. In our hearts we agreed head to keep his hat on, and she was laugh - with it. ing at him while trying to hold up an At first, however, its .size—or, rather, its umbrella with one hand and steer with the lack of size—was one of its chief charms in other. Ethelbertha's eyes. The fact that, if you There are but two explanations to account rose up out of your bed carelessly, you were for people being jolly on -the river in the certain to knock your head against the rain. The one I diamissed as, being both ceiling, and, that it was utterly impossible uncharitable and improbable. Tho other for any man to put on his trousers except was creditable to the human race, and, in the saloon, she regarded as a capital adopting it, I took off my cap to this damp joke. but cheerful pair as they went by. They That she herself had to take a looking- answered with a wave of the hand, and I glass and go upon the roof to do her back stood looking after them till they disap- hair she considered as amusing. , permed in the mist. Amenda accepted her new surroundings I am inclined to think that those young with philosophic indifference. On being in- people, if they still -.be alive, are very formed that what she had mistaken for a happy. Maybe fortune has been kinds to, linen press was her bedroom, she remarked ,them, or maybe she has not, but in either that there was one advantage about it, and event they are, I am inclined to think, that was that she could not tumble out of happier than are most people., bed, seeing there was nowhere to tumble; , Now and again the daily tornado would and, on being shown the kitchen, she re- rage withsack fury as to defeat. its own marked that she , should like it for two purpose by prematurely exhausting itself, things—one was that' she could sit in the and thus being unable, toward evening, middle and reach everything without get- to come up to time; and, on there ram cc= ting up; the other, that nobody elso.could casions, we would sit out on the deck and came into the armament while she was enjoy the unwonted luxury of a little there. fresh air. • • "You see, Amenda.," explained Ethel- I remember well those few pleasant even - bertha, apologetically, "we shall really live ings—the river, luminous with the drowned outside.' light, the dark banks where the night' "Yee, mum," answered Amends, " I lurked, the storm -tossed sky, jewelled here should say that would be the best place to and there with stars. do it." It was delightful not to hear for an hour If only we could have lived more outside, or so the sullen thrashing of the raM ; but the life might have been pleasant- enough, to sit and listen to the leaping of the fishes, but the weather rendered it impossible, six or the soft swirl raised by the water rat, days out of seven, for us to do more than swimming stealthily among the rushes, .or look out of the window and feel thankful the restless 'twittering of the few still that we had got a roof over our heads. wakeful birds. I have known wet summers before and since. I have learned by many bitter ex- periencea the danger','. and foolishness of leaving the shelter of London during any time between the lat of May and the 31st of October. Indeed, the country is always associated in my mind with recolleutfons of long, weary days passed in the pitiless rain, and sad, dreary evenings spent in other people's clothes. But never have I known, and never, I pray night and morning, ay I know again such a summer as the one' we lived through (though none of us expected to) 011 that confounded house -boat. At about 5 o'clock in the morning we would be awakened by the rain's forcing ita way through the window and wetting the bed, and would get up and mop out the saloon. After breakfast, I would try to work, but the beating of the hail upon the reaf just over my head would drive every idea out of my brain, and, after a wasted hour or two, I would fling -down my pen and hunt up Ethelbertha, and we would put on 'oor mackintoshes and take our umbrellas and go out for a row or a walla At midday we would return and put on some dry clothes' and sit down to dinner. In the afternoon the storm generally freshened up a bit, and we were kept pretty busy rushing about with the towels and cleats, trying to prevent the water from coming into the rooms and swamping us. During tea time the saloon was usually il- luminated by forked lightning. The even- ings we apent in bailing out the boat, after which we took it in turns to go into the kitchen and warm ourselves. At 8 we supped, and from then until it was time to go to bed we sat wrapped up in rugs, listening to the roaring of the thunder and the howling of the wind and the lashing of the waves, and wondering whether the boat would hold out through the night. Friends would come down to spend the day with us—elderly, irritable people, fond of warmth and comfort ; people who did not, as a rule, hanker after jaunts, even under the moat favorable conditions ; but who had been persuaded by our silly talk. that a day on the river would be 't,o them like a Saturday to Monday in paradise. Poor creatures 1 They would generally return hone looking as if they had had a day in the/ river. They would arrive early in the morning, a soaked; and we would shut them up in dif- TRE MORNING COLD BATA If You are Fat and Sluggish, Take 'It; 11 Thin and Nervous, Don't. Persons who have an abundance of flesh and blood, who are sluggish in tempera- ment, and whose nervous force is not de- pleted, can take the cold morning bath to advantage. Others who are inclined to be thin in flesh, whose hands and feet become cold and clammy on slight provocation, who digest food slowly and -assimilate it with difficulty, who are nervous and who carry large mental burdens, should avoid early morning bathing. For all such the bath at noonday or bolero retiring at night is far more desirable, and it should be fol- lowed by rest of body and brain till equable conditions of circulation are re-establudied". —St. Louis Post -Dispatch,. sea,esseale Or. 4, / .11 —'4, • /". • Tae. •r, The Art of Being Pleasant. There is an inherent longing deep in the heart' of each woman plodding along this earth of ours to be attractive. She thrives on admiration and grows plump at the rate of five pounds a Week if a little love should be thrown in her way. Bat the great ques- tion of how to gain this affection, this love and admiration which each man has it in his power to give is sometimes of a rather puzzling nature to, girls, especially those who have no personal charms to attract. In conversation the other day some charming girls were complaining of their lack of talent and plain featurea. It was suggested to them to make a study of the art of being pleasant. "Girlsyou don't know what an Balfoues Talented Sister. , Miss Agnes Balfour not only keeps house for Rt. Hon. Arthur Balfour, but is con- sulted by him On important points.: She is the favorite niece of Lord Salisbury, and although, of course, a strong believer in co- ercion, she is very fond of the Irish people, says an exchange. As if to prove that she could turn her hand to anything, Miss Bal- four once wrote a couple of very interest- ing magazine articles on a tour she made with Balfour through the west of, Ireland. She has a cool, critical judgment, and is an invaluable member of the Primrose League. Although scarcely a month passes in which she is not credited by some journal with matrimonial intentions, those who know her well declare that she will never leave her brother unless he should make up his mind to take a wife. Miss Balfour is a tall, agreeable -looking woman on 'the right side of 40. She generally dresses in brown, and can hold her own converse- tionaliy with any member of Her Majesty's Cabinet. Her brother declares often that his greatest political help is her custom of going through the morning papers and marking what is useful for his perusal. The Dutch Proverbs About Our Sex. brilliant daughter makes a brittle wife. Who has a bad 'wile his hell begins on earth. A house full of ,daughters•is a cellar full, of sour beer. Arnie, women and books should be looked after daily. " Bear your cross with patience," a the man said when he took his wife on hi back. " Every :MI° helps to lighten the bur- den," as the captain said when he threw his wife overboard. White Bair Turnip lack. A Detroit woman ori ly had black eves and hair, but in the course of time,' when she had attained the age of about 70 yearn, her hair turned pure white. This was expected, but about a year ago her hair began darkening, and is no* as black as jet. There is no doubt about the ebange, nor, was any artificial means used to produce it, so that the case is certainly one of the most remarkable recorded in the annals of meth. - effect continued pleasantness has upon sa lest history. The lady was not conscious of man." A woman who makes the MAL) whom she loves believe that she knows not the meaning of worry, and who always has for him a pleasant smile and a word of welcome will find that tender thoughts of her are creeping down further into his heart than those of the beauty whom she envies. The only way always to be pleasant is to Make a study of the art ; convert it into a science and study it as such. A pleasant woman in the home is lige a gleam 'r God's brightest sunshine. Her very pres- nce soothes, comforts and cheers the heart of man. Want to Escape Registration. The coming into force of the Provincial statute regulating tho mutual bene fi t societies that have sprung up in Ontario of late has caused trouble to not a few sooieties that were supposed to be exempt from tne regplations, including several organizationa that are in effect trades union societies. One of these is the benefit society of the Brother- hood of Locomotive Engineers, with head- quarters at Cleveland. On June 28th, bo - fore the act came into force, representative's, of the society waited upon the Government, and secured a three-mopths' exemption from the operation of the act. This privilege, on the representations of delegates from the engineers, has now been extended until the House meets again, when the relation of the society and similar organizations to the act, will be discussed. Guest—What's the extra charge of $5 for ? • ote Glerk—Thatai for fees which, ,younemeete give the waiter. any change in diet or in her physical condi- tion that would justify the curious phe- nomenon, Bo it is absolutely unexplained on auy known hypothesis. A. "C,ailIc llibernicisni." The following notice was found posted at the gate of a rural cemetery --not in Ireland, • but near »Dieppe, in France : " Owing to the crowded condition of thin cemetery only those living in the commune will hereafter be buried in it." Youth's Com- panion. A monument around which clings a re- markable romance stands in South Laurel Hill Cemetery. It is of marble and repre- sents a lady with a twin upon each arm. The monument is erected over the grave of the wife of a Polander named Sanders, who once dwelt in Philadelphia and earned his bread as, a wood-carver, at which work ho was a master. His wife passed away in childbirth, and the heart -broken widower spent many a long night in the wearyiug but loving labor of cutting out her life-size image as &now stands gracefully upon the pediment, whereon he engraved the figure of his mallet and tools, when the butt line was finished. Ho lies not there himself sleeping peacefully beside his wife, as was his wish, overlooking the SchuylkilL Ho wandered back to his native Poland, saeri- ficed his life on a hard-fought battlefield, and there his ashes lie, mingled with those of his Rime—Philadelphia Record. A little water in butter, when used for -frying, will prevent it from 'miming.