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;> I. KOI K*T MOB • ; ItM* ttaatUttYear w»« dj-iif "; »«v tftoa the midnight chimes l>egan; |tt>w on hiii daath-J>«d Sjiog, . L i k e f t w o m - o n t » { t e d m a n . , ' 1h« King, who ruied for a With a proud and royal sway, 11 v ; •*' * 'Vnit give up hia crown and xcepter When the New Year cries, " Maka w«jr # §Hs earthly Journey waa flnlshed, ' «i And so we watched Uitu go; #ld Time came in frith his fcous-ftaaa, :T * And flni*he#him with a blow. waa old and wretched and bMkMt; • : i We hurried him * ff at last, ' And a glad tsool-by waa spoken; ^ We pushed him into the past. s ^w:ih> long a* the Year waa with na, • - To use him well we tried; Wt gave him a Christina* dinner The week before he died. But his puilty conscifnoe wan With many a dreadful crime; We looked at hia eorpae, and hated To think how he apent hia time. Wo chance for shrift we allowed Mm. But buried him in his Bin ; W»h the soft white snow we shrmd hia, Ar.d carefully wrap him in. We dug him a grave with laugUtar, And smiled an we laid him then; We shoveled the earth in after, And pecked it down with car*. And back to the earth ha never Oan make hie way again; He bo« finished his work forevar AI&UUG iur BUIIA OI IA4H J > •< E»*1 never unlock thnt portal •So long •« the agee roll: There was nothing about him iaamortal; The gray-beard had no aouL And the sorrow that he brought with him. The care, the afcamo, the sin," . Well try to bury them with Mak-^. •- •. Ota grave ahall lock them inj Ko mourners are bending o'erkklj Mo hand a watch-fire keepa: With those who have gone before blot The uncrowned monarch sleep*. 1 BELLE'S BEAU*" A wide, rnomv. nichirpRnne old KW™, flooh AS one sees nowhere but in country towns, set back from the village street among spacious grounds that stretched to a river--A house that would have de­ lighted an artist, with the broad drive before it shaded by yellowing elms, its piazzas overhnng with Virginia, creeper and scarlet woodbine, and with the gay glimpses of a garden on the right. The naze and color of a superb September afternoon were over everything. Two girls, evidently just from school, stood at the gate, one within, the other lean- ingon the fence to gossip. "What is she going to wear!" the lat­ ter was asking, with deep interest, " White silk and pink trimmingo." " Won't she look lovely ! What-shall YON wear yourself I" t4I t Belle says I shan't oome in the room at all. She says I'm only a child. I always have t<> stay off in the nursery with David evenings when there's com­ pany. 1 did think I might come in to her birthday party, though;" and the speaker's lip quivereJ and tears stood a her eyes. "And she won't let you! What a shame! Why, ytra're 16 years old, THOUGH you don't look it. If I was you, I'D--Oh! see, Gliristy!" she fin­ ished in & hurried whisper, as a horse­ man galloped out of the sunlit vistas of the road, and passed them, " there's Chariton Ross, your raster's beau !" Christy looked up in time to catch the momentary glance of a pair of dark eyes. " Why don't you bow ?" She did not answer for a moment. She was watching the pray horse, and noting the careless grace of the rider as he wheeled and dashed through the «tone gateway of the Boss mansion. " Don't you know him ?" " ©nly just by sî ht. When he oomes to our house I never see him. But sometimes I see him in HI« grounds. They join ours, you know." Her companion's eyes followed hers to where, at a little distance, a duster of gray-stone chimneys rose high under ancient elms. " Is your sister going to marry him ?" " I don't know. I don't suppose he's ever asked her. Why ?" ** OH! I should think she would if he «lid, that's all. He's ever so hand- ' some--and rich, I heard Honoriasay." " I must go, Kate ; there's Belle call­ ing I»e now," and with a hurried good- •by Christy ran up the walk, rushed into the hall, and tossed her books on the table. A voice from the top of the Btail's, rather incisive than sweet, stayed her progress. "Bring those books straight up to the nursery. And attend to me, Christy. You're to show the ladies their dressing- room to-night. Maria '11 be busy in the kitchen, tnd there'll be no on© but yon 'to do it. Yen can Just stand here at the bead of the stairs, and show them which way to go, you know. Your white mus­ lin dress 'MIL do to wear, and MAMMA «ays it'S all ready; and afterward " O Belle! mayn't I come down stairs AND see the dancing afterward?" ^ TT The pretty blonde at the head of the stair a tossed tack her half-braided H<«T with a gesture of vexation, " You are the greatest baby." "But it's your party, Belle, right in the house, and 1 do so love dancing, if It's only to look on. And I'm 16 years old; and Kate Clapham " " Oh ! don't quote Kate Clapham, «id don't bother me. Wait till it's time for you to go to parties." " Why, Belle," said a voice from one of the chambers, good-humoredly, "do let the child come down. She won't be in the way, and her dress looks very well Maria can curl her hair." "As if she could help being in the WAY," MATTERED Belle, turning away witti a • shrug of the shoulders as she noted Christy's radiant face. " School girls are always awkward and stupid in company." "O Belle! *' " Come, oome," said the good-natured voice again, as a portly matron appeared at one of the doors, " don't stay there talking. Come beck, Belle, and let me FLWFAH your hair." " Am I to come down ?" queried Christy, breathlessly. There was & hearty " Yes " from her MOTHER, and ft sulky one from Belle. Christy waited for no more. Dropping LU>r books on the stair landing, she ran down and out the rear door into the sunshine, tommg np her flat hat exult- ingly. **0 my ! I almost feel as if I was a young lady." She did not look much like one as she •tie •ILL down to the river, intent on row ing off a little of her excitement. She looked very YOUNG indeed, with her slight figure, short dress, and careless curls tied a!own under the flat hat, as she loosed her boat and pushed out into the stream. And she felt just like a child as she rowed off in the perfect air and sunshine of the autumn day. The ripeness and mist of September were on the russet fields and painted woods. Warm stmts came from hedge-blooms and gardens along the BANKS, and here and there the dark water caught a scar- et reflection from a vivid cardinal- flower ©r a reddened bough. Christy, rowing lazily down with the currents, rounded a shady bend in the stream,and came upon a little cove, where an adven­ turous wild grape had climbed over low trees and hung its rare,purpling clusters from pendant boughs. Now, Christy had an especial liking for wild grapes. She no sooner saw them than, with a deft movement of the oars, the boat was pushed into the cove, and the rower, standing on one of I:he teetering seats, was trying in vain to reach the lowest tempting cluster. It was out of reach. In vain she jumped for it, at the immi­ nent risk of drowning herself; in vain, orgetting her aspirations after young ladyhood, she wished herself a"boy, that she might climb the willow from which it hung. She did not know what a pret­ ty picture she made as she stood there in the rich, purple shadows, the richer purple fruit above her, the gold of stray FINN rays filtering down thrcugh tUe million leaves above. Her dark, curling hair was pushed back, her cheeks were flashed, and the sleeves had fallen away from her upraised, rounded arms as she stood on tiptoes below the provoking cluster. A voice startled her, and brought her eyes back to the shining level of the river. " Will yon allow me to get you the grapes?" If Christy had been a young lady she would not have turned scarlet and uttered an exclamation of surprise. Being a school-gM, she did both ; for there, beeide the boat, was a slender scarlet wherry, the oars lying length­ wise, and the occupant standing within it, cap in hand. Christy did not need to glance twice at the close-out jetty hair, the bearded lips, the face olive- tinted by the sun, for surely the dark eyes looking down at her could belong to no other than the hero of her girlish dreams--Belle's beau. Nor could the " fated fairy prince," who comes sooner or later into the life of most girls, have come in more attractive guise than in the person of the young aristocrat who stood awaiting Christy's reply, and re­ garding her with mingled amusement and admiration. "Excuse me for startling you. I am certain you cannot get the grapes, and, being a head and shoulders taller than yon, I am equally oertain that I can," he said, with a smile. "Oh! thank you! I--I do want them. Hike grapes." " Most people do," Was the laughing response, as he reached high over Christy's head and plucked two or three bunches. He dropped these in her lap, and reached for more, while she sat in school-girl fashion, holding the gatherings, and stealthily watching the gatherer from under her wide hat-brim. When he at last looked down at her, having filled the bottom of the boat with grapes, to ask if those were enough, she was betrayed into a laugh. " Oh 1 a great many more than enough for me. But you like grapes yourself, don t yon ?" "Indeed I do. Bat pray don't do that!" for Christy was eagerly piling fruit-clusters into the wherry. " There isn't room for them and for me too. If you will let me," he added, with a glance at Christy's still-flushing faoe, "I will eat one bunch here in the shadow before rowing down the river." There followed a time--Christy never knew how long--of positive enchant­ ment. How it was that she forgot her awe of the elegant Mr. Boss, and began to talk to her companion of her doings and feelings, as she did, will ever remain a mystery. And how thoroughly charm­ ing he was! How he listened and laughed at her school-girl relations; and how handsome his .dark Spanish face looked under the scarlet boating-cap! And how enthusiastically he talked of a hundred things seen in travel; while Christy listened as enthusiastically, with wide eyes and lips, and fingers stained with the purple juice of the grapes! Mr. Boss must have forgotten about rowing down the river. The sun was very low and the shadows were growing chilly, when at last he said apologetical­ ly, raising himself from his lounging position in the wherry, "I beg your pardon lor talking to you so long, and without an introduction, too; but I be­ lieve we know each other. You have twice called me by my name, so I know you know me; and I know you are my neighbor, the youngest Miss Evarts." "Christabel Evarts," she S^ID, simply. " You must let me row, or rather tow, you home, to pay for my impoliteness. There is only room for one in the wherry, unfortunately; but if you will let me fasten this chain to the bow of your boat, it will save you rowing up stream." The light of the sunset was on the river, and they seemed to be going straight into the crimson glory. Christy was too much astonished at her position to say much ; but Mr, Ross was very merry--"just like any boy," as Christy soliloquized. The latter was still in a state of wonder as she stood again on terra-firms, and watched her cavalier fasten the boat and remove the oars. "I always do that myself," she said, taking perforce the last clusters of wild grapes which were imperatively thrust upon her. There was a bow and smile, and the scarlet wherry shot out into the stream again. Christy turned and went slowly up to the house, A flaming bunch of cardinals in one hand and the rem­ nants of the grapes in the other. "Where have you been, Miss Christy V' was the cook's rather cross greeting. "Supper's over an hour since. You'll have to take pickings in the pantry." Supper was the last thing Christy thought of. The remembrance of the party came back to her, and, after a hurried peep at the decorated parlors, she ran up stairs ard began to dress. She was very happy as she industriously scrubbed the stains off her himds. Could it be possible that Mr. Ross--that Mr. Boss whom she had admired afar off as she might have done a young god--had talked to her an hour and rowed her home t And he was coming to the party to-night (Christy shrewdly guessed that the party was given for him), and per­ haps he would speak to her again. Mariacurled her hair, and pollad it cruelly, but Christy was very serene. Her white muslin dress and tiny slippers wore quickly donned, a few flowers pinned at throat and belt, and she was ready. The parlors were already lighted, and the full moon shone on the piazzas and dewy gardens. There was a subdued bustle in the kitchen, and Belle, a radiant vision of beauty, had already swept »?own stairs. It seemed as if every one had come. The first strains of music had already sounded, the dance was beginning, and no Mr. Ross yet. Christy was much in demand. So tired was she of fastening sashes, and trains, and bows, of running for pins and pow­ der, that, when at last the dressing- room was empty, she thankfully de­ scended the stairs, and, timidly creep­ ing in at the rear door of the parlor, ISUNECU&TOLY shielded herself behind a lace curtain. They were waltzing. What would poor Christy have given to have been " a grown-ap young lady!" Her little slippered feet beat the carpet as she en­ viously watched one gay couple after another whirl past her. And Christy caught her breath suddenly when an opening in the crowd showed her Mr. Ross waltzing with Belle. There he was, transformed again to his aristocratic self, dancing with the haughty, indolent graoa that Christy knew so well, as handsome and courteous as a prince. The little observer's cheeks bomed while she thought of her afternoon's ex­ perience, and how she bad reckoned him "just like a boy." And Belle, whirling in graceful oircles, with his arm around her. how beautiful she looked! Nobody noticed Christy. Two or three dances passed. People ohattared and laughed about her, promenaded and whirled past her. Sitting still was be­ coming a torture, and she WAS casting longing glances at the stairway, when the strains of her favorite waltz floated through the rooms. In sheer despair of enduring it, Christy sprang to her feet, about'to seek refuge up-stairs, when some one put the curtain aside. Turn­ ing, astonished, she beheld Mr. Ross bending before her and offering his arm. "I have been trying to find you. Will you do me the honor of waltzing with me ?" Waltz with him I Between fright and delight, Christy stood undecided, turn­ ing red and white alternately. Then, forgetting everything but the music and the dangerously-beautiful dark eyes looking into her own, she put her hand on his arm, and in a moment they were circling down the room. Christy's cheeks burned like fire. Whenever she dared raise her eyes from her partner's broadcloth sleeve, she became aware that she was the focus of all eyes. For a while she was dreadfully conscious of this. Then she forgot everything but motion and music, and the handsome head bent so near her own. Wiien at last they paused, and Mr. ROBS led her out to the moonlit piazza, the fright came back again, and she nervously withdrew her hand from his arm, and flushed scarlet when he asked, her for the next dance. "Do you care for quadrilles?" Poor Christy looked wistfully toward the parlor, and pulled a blossom to pieces. " OH! I do like to dance--before any­ thing--I'm very much obliged to you, but I can't dance again." The young autocrat in society, whose invitation to A dance had never before been refused by any lady, looked at Christy in surprise. " You oughtn't to dance with me; I'm not grown up," said Christy, checking a sob. "They'll all want ^outo dance with them." Mr. Ross would have laughed if his politeness would have allowed. He only said, leaning closer to Christy in the moonlight, aid speaking low: "But I want to dance with you." And Christy, of course, yielded. What a happy evening that was that followed! If people looked amazed at Mr. Ross dancing with a school-girl, it was no matter. He wanted to dance with her, and the thought made her eyes shine and her cheeks glow, as she moved through the quadrille with the prettiest grace in the world. A waltz followed, then a polka, then another quadrille, and still she monopolized the lion of the evening, apparently to the lion's satis­ faction. "And now," he said, asthey returned to the PIAZZA, knitting his brows over hio dance-card, "now I must go and dance with Miss Konoria Clapham. But I shall oome back to you. You will give me the rest of the dances after supper, won't yon?" " Oh, haven't yon any names on your card?" " Not one. But perhaps you would like to dance with some one else?" " Oh, no! nobody wants to dance with me." " Then yon will wait for me here till after this dance?" he said, hurriedly, as the music sounded. Christy felt as if she were in a dream, as she sat alone, the moonlight falling arouud her, the music drifting out to her, waiting for Mr. Ross to come back. She hod a rude awkening therefrom. A, hand grasped her shouldor so harshly that she almost cried out, and Belle's 'voice said, in A fierce whisper : " Go straight np stairs to bed, miss. Do yon hear me ? Go THIN instant!" and each pause was emphasized with a shake. "O, Belle!--" " Hush ! not a word aloud. You've been making yourself ridiculous, and mamaia and I are ashamed of you. Go straight round the piazza and up stairs." Christy never thought of disobeying. Her rose-colored visions all floated away, and she went slowly around the house, and up the back WAY to her room. There she Bat down in the moonlight, with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Oh! what had she done ? And finally all her won­ dering received itself in a bitter burst of crying. When Bolle came up stairs, after the last guest had gone, and looked in her sister's room, Christy was lying across the foot of the bed, asleep, her pretty* dress all crumpled and her oheeks stained with tears. So her indigration did not break upon Christy's head till morning at the breakfast-table, when her piqued pride sought revenge. Poor Christy! before the meal was through SHE saw a forward, pert, bold chit, at whom Mr. Ross, had laughed in hts sleeve, and of whose simplicity he had made capital. . „ t " If you. oould have aetn yourself whirling around with that silly snf< and he paying mock devotion!" "Did he say anything about Belle I" "Bah! why should he? We had ter things to talk about," said her ter, with a little oonscious toss of head. Why need I tell of the days that lowed? Surely every girl will MN stand the change that came AVER C ty's school girl life. Why say that cheeks grew pale, that slie had f'req- fits of crying, and that the very mej of Mr. Ross' name brought a flush to her cheeks? She would have met him for the world, an would hate been hard to calculate h,., many times she avoided him on the street; yet evening after evening she waited and hoped he would come. The evening after the party he had oome. She heard him ask for her in the hall, and heard Belle sav, with a laugh, that " these school-girls always were deep in study evenings." Then, crouched in the dark, after David had been put to bed, she listened to his rare tenor voice as he sang song after song, his notes blending with Belle's* his laugh min­ gling with hers. What a fool she had been! she thought, as she closed the French grammar, whose leaves were wet with tears, and crept to bed. He was Belie'o beau, that was all. But after that evening he did not come, whioh was strange for Belle's beau. Nay, more; his lady mother mentioned, in the course of a call, that they would return to New York in the middle of October. " We have staid in the country much longer thar usual this year," she con­ tinued, "and I wish I could persuade Charlton to go to the city at once." "He wants to stay on Belle's ac- oount," mused Christy; " but I wonder he does not come and see her." One thing was certain ; Belle was un­ usually cross, so crosB that Christy was fain to do her studies out of doors or locked in her own room. A little sum­ mer-house covered with vines was her favorite retreat, and thither she re­ paired eveiy afternoon upon returning from sohool. She had no more river expeditions, for, poor child, she was afraid of meeting the proprietor of the scarlet wherry. But perhaps the se­ cret of her liking the summer-house was because she could see the aforesaid wherry pass and repass, and watch the rower from behind the sheltering vines. Two weeks passed. Then a crisis came. One Indian-summer afternoon, when Belle and her mother were out calling, Christy was having a romp with the dog on the side piazza. In the midst of this romp she was horri­ fied to perceive Mr. Ross entering the street-gate. Her first impulse was to run away; but, knowing that he had seen her, there was nothing for it but to meet him with flaming cheeks and dis­ ordered attire. The dark eyes that had haunted her waking and sleeping dreams so long were lit by a merry smile. "Why, Miss Christy, if I had not just shaken hands with you I should have supposed you a myth," he said,with one of his bright laughs. " What are you going to say to me in excuse for running away a fortnight ago, and keeping awav ever since. Do you know yon robbed me of five waltzes?" "I--I--Belle--that is, mamma--I mean I oouldn't stay. And you danoed the waltz, you know." "Indeed I didn't. I searched for you. Not finding you, I sat still the rest of the evening. Then the next night I came over to let you apologize, and you wouldn't come down to see me. I tried to see you on the street, and you always vanished. Now, what have I done ?" asked the pet of society, looking sin­ cerely puzzled. " Oh ! did you really not dance ?" asked the delighted Christy. " Really, no. Why do you ask ?" " Oh ! I--I thought--they said--" " Who said?" the young WAN asked, surprised at the shimmer of tears in Christy's eyes. # " Nobody." Mr. Ross, not knowing what to say after this climax, sat silent. Christy desperately attempted to explain her­ self. " Why, I thought--people thought-- you were just dancing with me for fun, and laughed at me because I didn't know how to act and " Here Christy broke down and burst info tears. For a moment Mr. Ross looked eon- founded; then exclaimed: " Thought I was laughing at von! Why R " I know I'm not grown-up, and oughtn't to have gone to a grown-up party. I had never been atone before, sobbed Christy, pitifully. " Why, my'poor littie girl, I never thought of laughing at you. You dance like a fairy. Who could have told you such a thing I" he exclaimed, distressed. No answer. All the sorrows of the past weeks seemed to be crowded into the moment, and Christy cried as if her heart would break. " 111 never go to a dance again till I am a young woman." Probably, if she had been a young lady, Mr. Ross would not have acted just as he did. In a moment he had taken her hand, drawn her down on the settee by his side, and was vainly oonjuring her not to cry. "It is too hard of you," he pleaded. I have staid two weeks for no reason in the world but to see my little river- gypsy again, and now she won't look at me." of Oh! yon don't i ' - " | LI B UCKLINT t f - r * .' *"V7 » -« FAL. f • - • * 1 * " « , * • ' I l e a tafr •Jklo 'iu* MVI liUAU jOlk JUW<u O moment, and tell me if I may ask your mother if she will let yon many me some day. Christy, may I ?" And Christy, blushing like a rose, an­ swered low: " Yes--some day--when I am a young lady!"--Harper's Bmar. AKRONS or BLMWeeO^"' ** HxmiT w. LoxermiAMw. Warm and still in the aummer night, i AM here by the river's brink 1 wandegi White overhead are the stars, and whilfe ' The glimmering lampa on the hillside She did look at him with wide ey wondtr. "Staid to see me! MEAN so!" " Why do you say that?" " You're laughing at me AGAIN, M if I didn't know " " W»^L?" was the patient quenr. Poor Christy was crimson to the waves of hair on her forehead, but she finished bravely from behind her screen of curls: "As if I didn't know that you are Belle's beau." There was a pause. If Christy had dared to look up at the young man's faoe, she would have seen first bewilder­ ment, then amusement, then another ex­ pression hard* r to define, as he said, rather mischievously: "Yes, Belle's beau--ChriatabeTs beat:!" Chiisty uttered a little cry, and bid her faoe. MR. Boas began to think he Bitant are all the sounAs of day } Nothing I hear but the chirp of orlcketa. And the cry of the herons winging their w« O'er the poet's house in the Elmwood Oall to him, herons, aa alowly you paaa To your rooata in the haunts of I thruahes; Sing him the «ong of the green m~rars. And the tides that water the reeds and Sing him the mystical aong of the hern, ' And the secret that baffles our utmost For only a sound of lament we disoera, And cannot interpret the words you ai A Sctiool*boy on Uorns. Corns are of two kinds--vegetable and animal. Vegetable corn grows in rows; animal oom grows on toes. There are several Muds of o W ther« M the uni­ corn, Capricorn, COJT dodgers, field oom and the corn, which is the corn you feel most. It is said, I believe, that gophers like corns; but persons having corns dp not like to " go fur," if they can help it. Corns have kernels, and some Colonels have corns. Vegetable corn grows on ears, but animal corn grows on the feet at the other end of the body. Another kind of corn is the acorn; these kind grow on oaks, but there is no hoax about the corn. The acorn is a CRAM with an indefinite article indeed. Try it and see. Many a man when he has a corn wishes it waa an acorn. Folks that have ooroe sometimes sand for a doctor, and, if the doctor himself is corned, he prob­ ably won't do so well as if he isn't. The doctor says corns are produced by tight boots and shoes, which is probably the reason why, when a man is tight, they say he is corned. If a farmer manages well, he can get a good deal of corn on an acre, but I know of a farmer that has one corn that makes the biggest aoher on his farm. The bigger crop of vege­ table com a man raises the better he likes it; but the bigger crop of animal com he raises the better he does not like it. Another kind of com is the com dodger. The way it is made is very simple, and is as follows--that is, if you want to know: You go along the streets and meet a man you know has a com and a rough character; then you step on the toe that has a corn on it, and see if you don't have occasion to dodge. In that way yon will find ont WHAT a oom dodger is.--Hartford Post. Concerning Diphtheria. President Chandler, of the New York Board of Health, says : " The origin of diphtheria is still & mystery^ Many at­ tribute it to sewer gases. It is a germ disease, like small-pox, and is communi­ cable. It often seizes robust children who, at the funerals of playmates, or in school or church, are exposed to its di­ rect influence. Diphtheria 'prefers, seemingly, children between I and 10; the average age of its victims now is about 2 years. Neither heat nor cold, rain nor drought, affect it. Cleanliness and pure air everywhere in a dwelling tend to avert and mitigate it. Where it exists no child should be permitted to kiss strange ohildren, particularly when they have sore throats, or even to play with their toys. When any child in a family has a sore throat, the other chil­ dren should be kept rigidly apart, in dry, well ventilated rooms. Every throat affection should be promptly treated. The sick child should be watchfully nursed in a well ventilated, sunlit room." President Chandler says further that the dwellers in expensive houses are as often exposed as anybody. Half of the owners of Fifth avenue houses know nothing about their cel­ lars and drain pipes. A few days ago he went into the oellar of a great brown stone house. The current of sewer gas, rushing directly up to the bed-rooms, Eut out his candle and left him to grope is way ont in darkness. The sum of $5 discreetly spent would often save a life. Mo More Condemned Cannon for Mon­ umental Purposes. The House Committee on Military Affairs have reported adversely on all the bills, some twenty IN number, pro­ viding for grants of condemned oannon, etc., for moMumental purposes. The applications were made in behalf of mu­ nicipal authorities and soldiers' associa­ tions in various parts of the country, ranging from Massachusetts to Missouri. The report of the committee is as fol­ lows: '• These bills call for 101 guns and 100 tons of bronze, which would be equivalent to about 305 guns in all, and 214 cannon balls. Only two of the bills call for iron (twelve) guns; 235 are bronze guns, and of fifty-eight the ma­ terial is not named. If the latter are to be bronze, the value of the material to the Government would be about $81,- 000. There have he**etofore been granted by previous acts of Congress about 750 guns, which were worth at least $150,000. The large number asked for in the present bills* as well as the number heretofore granted, and the great expense of such donations, have caused your committee to give the mat­ ter a oarefill consideration, and they are of the opinion that these general dona­ tions of Government material should be stopped." Progress in the Far East. The romance of travel is fading away. A «in. ig to have the iron horse instead of Arab steede, and stern facte instead of .poetry. Jaffa will be mad© A first-class harbor, and a railroad will tie constructed to the land of Moab. People will soon be able to take a Pullman car instead of a camel's hump, and run through the land at the rate of forty miles an hour. First-class hotels are to be erected at Jerusalem, and summer reeorts on the sea of Galileo and on the edge of Monnt Lebanon. Sing of the air and the wild delight Of wings that uplift and winda that mnr The joy of freedom, the rapture of fiinht Through tiio drift of the floating miatpi fluft en­ fold yon; Of the landscape lying so far below, With its towns and rivers, and deant p|Mi; And the splendor of light above, and the Of the limitless, blue, ethereal spaoea. Ask him if song* of the Troubadours, Or of Minnesingers in old black-letter, Sound In his e&ra more sweet than yoon, And if yours are not sweeter and vjfer -and better. Sing to him, say to him. here at his gat& Where the boughs of the stately elm aa Some one hath lingered to meditate, And send him unseen this friendly greeting That many another hath done the same; Thftugh not by a Bound was the silence The «urest pledge of a deathless name la the eilent homage of thoughts "inapnkfW --Atlantic Monthly. «> Pith and Point. COMPANTONS in arms--Twins. UoLV and old and cross, both he and So muoh aliae, tis strange they clout affMKu THE warmest kind of a hat--One (hat's get stove in. WHEN are gloves unsaleable!--Wben flhey are kept on hand. WHY are troubles like babies? Be­ cause they get bigger by nursing. THE ashes of the cremated are ^ to make an excellent fertilizer Cor son- flowers. No ONK cares about the size of your foot except yourself ; therefore, be com­ fortable. „ " WHY did yon send that message to me by a bare-footed boy? "Because 1 knew he was going on a bootless er­ rand," AUGTSTDS now compliments Angelina upon the perfection of her toilet by as­ suring her that she looks as fine as a hired girl. SPEAKXNG of fire-escapes, the Buflblo Express says the oldest one on record is the fond husband who lies abed in the morning. A PBESBYTEBIAXT minister in the Heb­ rides invokes the divine blessing upon "these isles and upon the adjacent islands of Great Britain and Ireland." SOME men gain a high prize for a trifle, and others pay a high price for a trifle. The latter, we believe, are the most numerous. Now is the time for the timid yowig man to go courting. Lots to talk about. Says she. " Who do you think is test­ ed ?" Says he, " Did you go to the Cen­ tennial ?" Here is the nucleus for a two hours' confab. IT is well the spelling mania does not threaten to break out this winter ; for if hostilities start up in earnest along the Danube, the papers will be filled with. names capable of wrecking all the spell­ ing schools in a district. IF von send a "destitute widow wo­ man $4, and see her in the dress circle of the theater that night, don't get mad because you didn't send her enough to get a private box. As long as she is sat­ isfied, what need you care? THE Burlington Hawkeye suggests that if you lounge down into a rocking- chair and tilt baok across the toes of a man in a neat-fitting boot, you shouldn't ask him if he is hurt, or say anything else calculated to make him speak. Just let him stand up and smile for a few moments, until he gets his voice wider oontrol. « A TRAVEZIEB visiting a cathedral was shown by the sacristan, among other marvels, a dirty opaque glass phiaL Af­ ter eyeing it for some time, the traveler said, " Do yon oall this a relic ? Why, it is empty." " l^jmpty !" retorted the sacristan, indignantly. " Sir, it con­ tains some of the darkness that Moses • aptiaid over iii© land of Egypt.." YOTT swear I loved you dearly once-- Perhaps! my pretty Lizzie; But then was then, and now is now; I'm busy--very busy! You'd like to have ft thousand pooadal Good girl, your brain la dizzy! But mine ia calm aud knows the world: I'm busy--very busy! You'll ti y your rights I youll go to law! Kour lawyer's ciever! Is he T Well, give the man my beat reapeotai I'm busy--very busy I MBS. JINKS went out to a pond to skate yesterday. She put her skates on, struck out, ran over a boy, knooked down a man, pulled the coat-tail off an­ other fellow, snouted " Here I come, head me somebody." Man tried to head her with an ice-hook, ripped her dress, threw up her hands, shut her eyes, screamed and disappeared through a hole made by ice-cutters. She was fished out alive and brought home on a dray, looking like a olothes-pin dressed in a postage-stamp. As a straight-for­ ward "skeeter" she's unchained light­ ning, but she carries too much tilter and bustle aboard to handle herself on ice, and she doesn't "steer" weH. Jinks gave her skates away to a boy. The Benefit of a Wooden leg. French juries often astonish the world by the enrious way in whioh they dis­ cover " extenuating circumstances " in favor of the culprits brought before them, but it has been reserved for an enlightened Belgian jury to surpass any­ thing ever heard of in this line. A man named Brin was found guilty of murder­ ing both his first and second wife, but, acoording to the report in the papers, he was recommended to mercy on account of his wooden leg, and got off with hard labor for life instead of death. A HEW poroelain manufactory was opened last month at Sevres, by Marshal MacMahon, the old buildings having lieen found too small for the business demanded of them. The latter have been closed to the public since M*y, but the new ones are already a popular resort, being only a half hour FROM Paris by boat. THE nickel-mine near Lancaster, Penn., yields about 6,000 tons of ore per year. Eleven shafts have NOW been sunk, ranging from 110 to 140 FEPT in depth, and connected by tunnels under­ neath. The number of men employed at the mine is 200. AUWAYB HOFE when there is life; the hope is Dr. J. H. McLean'n Strengthening Cor­ dial and Blood Puntier; it will impart life to the body, strength and vitality to the Braso!ea and nenM. poriflea your blood. Dr. I. B. Mn- 814 Cheated*, St. Loote.