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Take up with = a skimmer. lloiuzn Sricz PL'niiiso.â€"‘ One cup of: molasses, two cups of water or one cup of. milk, one cup of suet or one-half cup of butter, one cup of raisins, four cups of flour or three and one-half cups when milk is used, one traspmnful of soda, spice to taste. l-‘iu Prooixo.-0nc and one-half pounds of flour, one and one-half pounds of figs chopped fine, one-half pound of beef met, one half pound of sugar, one teaspomnful of salt, a little spice, three 1. ; mix with milk, tie in a cloth, and boil for four hours. Can'st Sockâ€"One chicken jointed, two and a half pounds of beef cut into stripes, two onions, two turnips, one-half cup of sago, pepper and salt ;chop onions and turnips : put all toboil in seven quarts of water. Take out meat and put into a jar. Strain soup through a sieve. Cook two hours more. Lvoxxsisz Parkmanâ€"One quart of cold boiled potatoes cut into dices, ono talilospoonful of chopped onion, three tablcspoousful of butter, one tablespoon- ful of parsley chopped fine. Fry the on- ion in butter till yellow, then stir in the jmtatoca and parsley. one teaspoonful of salt, one-half tcaspoonful of pepper. Stir carefully with a fork so the potatoes will not got broken. «m- PLANTATION" NEGIIOES. The Lilo of Field Bands-Tho :- Domes- tlo Relations. _ Plantation negrocs are, to those who see them for the first time, most miscr- ablc specimens of “men and brothers,” if they are to be judged by their external appearance. ’l'ficy_arc usually very black in color, with pronounced negro features, and ignorant. In some cases they are but a few degrees above the animals. They live only in tho present, know nor care nothing for the future, and seem to regard freedom as only the means of deciding for them whcthcr they, will work or remain idle, and, as may be supposed, if bacon and corn bread could be had without the labor, it is safe to say they would remain idle. I was told however, despite their dejected, workâ€"a-day look, they are a very happy and contented people, and they arc treated with much consideration and kindness on the two plantations I visited, being allowed to build huts and cut all their fircwuod on the lands, and in illnusscarcd for either by tho overseer or owner, who employs a physician in urgcnt ciscs. 'l‘hcso plantations have also stores upon the grounds wherein the bands can buy at market rates all the noccsssrics of their livos, food, clothing, and shoesâ€"in fact, anything that can be had at the usual or “gcuoral- country store." And this has been dons in order to kcep the “plantation hands" at home, for if during the plantation season the hands can get ofl'to town after a pay day there is no clinics of their return until all their mon- oy is spent and either work or starvation mart-s [hunt in the face. And, as most plantation hands are born and raised in the work, they know no other. Occasion- ally a moru ambiguous or intelligent one will aspire to “learn to ho a barber," mid lcavu his “ii itivo hcatli," but it is said that. they do not as a rule Lake to educa- tion, and prefer to remain ignorant and Work by day, and if they can dance and frolic by night they are content with life as the ' find it. 'l‘ncir doinostic relations and moral life is hotter loft uiiqucstioiicd in many cases, although the law compels marriage. It is often honored in the breach only, but they have tho enthusias- tic rcligious "revivals," and their colored preachers arc over on the plantations and hold services in their church at “Orton” for tho religiously inclined. Sonic of the Women scum-disjmsml to think that the lives of “housc servants" are more envia- blo than their own, working as they do in thuhot fields, butit is not an energetic longing and involves too much thought to be put into nctivo execution. Ono rather bright-looking young woman, to whom I spoke, asked inc if I thought I could get her a “plum” as cook at the north. i asked her what wages shc earned as field- hand and she said: “Mostly $3 a week, but they say [could got $12 for a month as cookl' [for mental arithuiotic was a littlo off, but she was in earnest. I told ' lu-r l did not think she would him} the northern states, it was so much solder, and shc laughud and said: “That's what they all say, miss; mchbc I would not." Frvodom means to this class of people only the ability to earn money and pro- vide for themselves, instead of having uvorything provided for them, and it Will be a long. long time before they are clu- vatod or educated sufficiently to under~ stand hdw much has been dono for thuui. -â€"- H'ifiiungfuu (.V. U.) ('vr. Troy Tim“. _.-..â€"_â€".‘«¢â€"o->ooâ€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"- A New Cure for Rheumatism. iom, thruo stalks of celery, salt and pop! par and boil twenty minutes and strun. i I can see the tears in your eyes a, you say to Harry, 'l’oor Sibyl ! she can never be happy as we sre.’ Of course I can not. No woman man who does not marry her first love, while her past is \vizhout regret, and her future without shadow. But I am going to marry what is more rare than first loveâ€"perfection. Abso- lutely he has not a fault, and the Wonder of wonders is that he should desire the society through life of one who is so full of faults as I am. [Is is clever, rich, amiable, good-looking, thirty-two, rc- spectcd of all men, and within the past week) praised of all women. -Can you Wonder that dear mamma, who has been a little anxious about me this last year or so, is as happy as a queen, and that my abquaintanccs are all loud in their congratulations ‘1 But then, as they say, ‘Sibyl Van Eyck has always been a lucky girl.’ You and I, my Kate, might. differ with them as to that, only it is not worth while recalling such a very old and commonplace mishap. Indeed, I am not without a realizing sense of my mercies myself, for that a young woman facing her thirtieth birthday so nearly as I do, and who has played fast and loose with such good cards as kindly Fate has hither- to thrust into her handsâ€"that such a young woman should become Mrs. Brian Chester is truly a wonderful favor of Fortune. It is not the first time that you have seen his Mine in my letters, and I dare say that with your usual sagacity you have had suspicions of what might come to pass l Behold me at length on the cvu of marriage, figuratively that is, for we are not to be married until June, and this is only January, but it seems Very near to me. “Shall I whisper something to you, my Kate, so low that not even Harry shall hear it 7 (I know you keep my secrets even from him). I respect Brian Chester, I admire him, 1 am proud of his preference, and I feel safer and more at rest with him than I ever did in my life â€"yef, oh, Kate 2 Kate I it is not such a ovo as yours for Harry in the days of ]your love-making, nor like mine forâ€"the night who wooed and rode away. Is it because I am twenty-eight, and such a dreadful flirt, as people say, or because Mr. Chester's affection for me is so very cheerful and matter of fact "i He is evi- dently incapable of jealousy, and evinces a beautiful faith in me, which my past has scarcely justified. I ought to be im- mensely flattered, but ,I am not, for that perfect love which casfeth out fear is divine, and far above poor, passionate, doubting humanity. Do not, however, imagine me so foolish as not to know that I am more nearly happy than I have been for years, and that I shall be a very con- tented woman as Mrs. Brian Chester. Kiss your small Violet for me, and give my love to Harry. I can trust him, whatever his criticisms may be, not to say, as Bob Lisle did when Mary Vinccy was married last month, ‘Another old landmark gono !’ Always your loving SIRYL." With a faint smile at Mr. Lislo’s very uncivil remark, Miss Van Eyck addresses her lottor, and leaving her writing-table, seats herself in a low arm-chair near the fire. a “I will give it to him to post,” she thinks, as she listlessly takes up the even- ing paper. For a second or two she glances indif- fcrcntly over it, and then shu reads earn- estly, while her face softens, her eyes fill, and two heavy tears fall on the paper as she drops it on her lap. Only a couple of Venus, with no beauty or power be< yond their truth, and yet they can send her thoughts back over eight yearsâ€"such a long, long time out of one's youth 2â€" and make her head ache with pity for the difference between the woman of twenty- eight who is to marry Brian Chester, and the girl of twont who loved so foolishly and so tenderly t at the ghost of a hand- some, fond, falsc face can come between her and her future husband even now. Sibyl Van Eyck isa young woman very appreciative of the advantage of becom- ing surroundings, but just now she is quite unconscious that her fair head and slcndur figure in its pale blue trailing dress make a picture very pleasing to a man's eyes as she lies back in a crimson chair in the soft 'warm glow of the fire. Her thoughts have gone so far and so fast that she does not hear the door open and close, nor a man's quick step on the thick carpet. She has forgotten that she ought to bo expecting Mr. Chester, un- til ho seats himself beside her and takes calm possession of one of her hands. Sho coiiws back to the present with such a start that he laughs. “You look as if you had forgotten all about me ;" and then gently kissing the hand he has taken, he lets it go, and loaning back in his chair, makes himself comfortable after the fashion, more may than elegant, of our generation. Shc colors like a school girl, though she is "twenty-eight and such a dreadful flirt," and she puts the paper out of sight under the train of her dress. FENELON FALLS, ONTARIO, SATURDAY, faxing ‘S'i‘o' RY l “I am going to be married, my dear. “Ah {you do not know how much nicer l was ten yearspago,” she says, laughing nervouslyf “If I have the bad taste to be content with you as you are, I do not see that it is of any eons: quence," he says, again taking her hand. “Besides I do not. be lievc it." “I wish,” she began, wistfully, while teais stand in her eyesâ€"“I wish we had known each other then, and that I had neverâ€"neverâ€" " “Never fancied you cared for some one else,” he breaks in abruptly. “Look here, dearâ€"here in my eyes ," and he puts one arm about her, while he keeps her hand. “Tell me nothing yet ; I am not a jealous man, nor afraid of ghosts, and it is not your past I want, but your present and your future." When he is gone she stands before one of the long mirrors, smiling at herself rather defiantly. ' “You have found your master, Miss Van Eyck," she is thinking: .“A good master, a tender and true master, but just a little too sure of himself." When Brian Chester enters his rooms, the first thing he does, after lighting the gas, is to find the evening paper, and glancing hastily over it, to read with sure instinct two verses in its columns. "Very worldly-wise indeed, my poor little girl," he pays to himself, as he lays it down with half a smile and half a sigh ; “and a very shabby thing of me to hunt up the cause of your tears after refusing to hear it ; but you are more mine now than you think, and you shall be alto- gether mine yet, in spite of the ghost." But, for all that, his eyes have a troubl- cd look not usual to them, and he smokes more cigars than are good for him before he goes to bed. “If I were a jealous man (w hich, thank Heaven, I am not), I should endure some exceedingly uncomfortable hours,” says Mr. Chester, smiling placidly, as he takes possession of Sibyl for a waltz, some six weeks later, at one of the last parties be- fore Lent ; “for upon my word these fel- lows seem to think that I have no right whatever to: more than a stray dance.” “Being a philosopher (which, thank Heaven, you are), I suppose it makes no difference to you,” she answers as they waltz off. “I admire their good taste, and am thankful for what I can get at present ; also I have some faint idea that Mrs. Chester will give up round dancing.” Sibyl pauses abruptly, and moves out of the circle of waltzcrs. “Do not you mean to be a philosopher aboutâ€"Mrs. Chester '1" she asks, softly, looking ‘up at him with radiant eyes and flushed cheeks. “Do you think that I am always a phil- osopher now ’1" Her color deepens, her eyes turn from his, and then, with a little cry, she puts her hand on his arm, growing suddenly white, and gazing fixedly at somebody be- hind him. Hc turns instinctively, and sees a tall, very handsome man, staring at Sibyl with more fixity than politeness pcr. mits. “Take me awayâ€"out of the roomâ€" somewhcre,” she murmurs. Very much bewildered, he obeys, and presently finds a seat for her in a small de- serted room. “You are tired "I" he says, tenderly. “Shall I get you a glass of wine 7" “No, No ; stay with me. It is he," she says, looking up piteously in his face, which at those very enlgmatical words grows rather pale. “Who iâ€"tho ghost '3” he asks, unsteadi- O “Mr. Dcvcreux. I have not seen him since Iâ€"sinco 1â€" Oh, what will you think of me ’1" she cries, With a sudden buming blush at the change and trouble in his face. “Indeed, it is only the sur- prise." “Of course," he says, positively. “You will not mind, now that you know he is here, and when you are a little rested I shall steal somebody else’s waltz instead of the one we have lost." But in spite of his positiveness and her efforts at composure an uncomfortable si- lence 'falls upon them, which she breaks by proposing to return to the ball-room. In the doorway they are met by their hostess, and Mr. Dcveroux himself. “Sibyl, dear," says the lady, hurriedly, “hero isa gentleman who claims to be an old friend, but doubts whether your memory is so good as his." “My memory is excellent,” Sibyl an- swers, rather coldly, but with that utter self-possession which comes to most wo- men in bittorost need. “I perfectly re- member niy acquaintance with Mr. Dev- oreux." “Then that is all right, and I shall carry you off, Mr. Chester." "We will go together, dear Mrs. Burns," Sibyl says. with her hand still on Brian’s ann. “Mr. Chcstcris going to take me to mamms." “Will you not permit me 'l" as s Mr. Dcvercux, speaking for the first time, in a voice which falters porceptibly. “Thanks, no ; g I will not trouble you. " “Then msyl not have s waltz, or a square dance, forâ€"for ‘suld lang sync' 7" 1y. i ~our heart’s beloved. much amazement, he returns to New York two days earlier than he had in- tended, leaving his affair: very “1mm 93 he had found them. An hour after his arrival he is walking up the _ lamlliar street on which the Van Eycks live, With a great deal of outward cheerfulncss, and an old mingling of self~contcmpt and anxiety at his heart, for he will know his fate in another ten minutes. “My fate indeed 1" he mutters, with rather a failure in the way of a smile. "If I were anybody else whata jealous fcol [should call myself 1" Then he starts as if he had been shot, for ascending the steps of the Van Eycks' house, with tho confident manner of one who does not come for the first time, is Mr. Dovercux. Very still stands Mr. Chesterâ€"very still and very pole for a man who is “not jealous or afraid of ghosts"â€"until Mr. Devcrcux has rung and is admitted. “I will wait until he leaves; he will not be long,” he thinks, with a strong momentary desire to follow him and con,- front. him and Sibyl together, though all his life he has had the true Anglo-Saxon horror of anything like a scene. He walks rapidly down to the end of the block, and returns slowly, with his eyes on the Van Eycks' door ; but Dover- eux's visit bids fair to be a lengthy one, and he has time to repeat his maumuvre many times, to the great interest of a couple of school-girls, who from an op- posite drawing-room window, are specu- lating excitedly as to what “Miss Van Eyck's lover” can be about. It is not very fatiguing for a man to pace up and down a block for an hour, and yet, when that time has elapsed, Brian Chester's face has grown oddly worn and haggard- looking. God pity us all! \Ve can most of us remember some such hour, whose sixty minutes held an eternity of sus- pense, but let those of us render thanks- giving all our days who feared in that hour only death, not faithlessness, for It is nearly six when Van Eyck’s door opens and closes again on Mr. Devercux, who walks quick- ly down the street in an opposite direc- tion from Chester, but the latter scarcely glances at the receding figure as ho springs up the steps. “Miss Van Eyck is in the drawing- room,” the servant tells him, as he passes in. Outside it was nearly dark, and here it is quite so, except when the fire is a blaze of light ; but he sees her at once, crouch- ed in the corner of asofa by the chimney, and weepingâ€"ah l weeping as even wo- men given to tears weep only once or twice in their lives. At the sight of that drooping figure, and the sound of those strangled sobs, the strong heart cf Brian Chester turns faint and sick, for he knows so well, with such wonderful dreary conviction, just but she has done, and what he must (livid. He casts one farewell look a" " to familiar room where he lab” ,. 5,, ifiifiiy, and then his eyes return-’- ‘50 woman he loves and suffers for, as sonly a man can to whom neither love nor jealousy comes easily. “Sibyl l" he says, abruptly, in an odd, hoarse voice, which vaguely surprises him. it is so unlike his. “Don’t cry so} terribly ; there is no need." She springs to her feet and faces him’ 11 the fire-light with a low cry, and a look that changes instantly from surprise to . pity and terror. “Brian !" she says, tromulously, faking; both his hands in hers, “Are you ill, dear lâ€"or has something dreadful hap- pened i" It is the first time she has cvcrl uttered his name, the first time those shy fingers ever sought his, but she does a not think of that in fear of tho calamity which can have so changed calm, cheerful, philosophical Brian Chester. At the frightened compassion in her , eyes, he glances suddenly in the mirror! over the chimney, and stares at himself, ! with the dull wonder men feel when they ~ are brought face to face with the change an hour's agony can work in them. “I am a fool,” he says, presently, with a miserable laugh, and dropping into the' nearest chair, he draws his hands from v hers and covers his face. ,- JUNE I, 1884 Wild Vines About The House While admitting that many foreign plants are all that is claimed for them, I like our own native ones best, because I see great merit in them. I never have understood why persons of excellent taste should neglect them, unless it is because they are not familiar with them. Th ire is no finer vine for use about the house than the Virginia Creeper, (Ampe- Iopsfs quinquefolia). It is found al- most everywhere at the north and is hardy. It grows rapidly, is easily tran- plantcd, has beautiful foliage, and is a. miracle of gorgeous coloring in autumn. After the leaves have fallen its purple berries are more ornamental than the flowers of many plants. It is, or should be, to us Americans, what the Ivy is: o the Englishman. II you want something to drape the veranda, you can select nothing better. If you ,wish a vine to climb up to, and all along, the caves and around the second-story windows, this is the plant to get. The Virginia creeper is a robust, self-reliant vine, and will take care of itself and delight all with its luxuriance if it is given half a chance. Another very desirable vine is the Bittersweet (Celastrus scandefis). It has beautiful, bright foliage, which is seldom infested with insects. During the later part of the season its clusters of scarlet berries, enclosed in orange husks, which part and disclose the fruit within, are showy enough to suit any one. These berries hang on all winter if the birds let them alone. For vorandas and porches the Bittersweet or “Fax-work is quite equal to the Virginia ere-spar, and that is high praise. Another most beautiful plant for those l l who do not consider that beauty depends on bright and vivid color is, our native Clematis, or Virgin's Bower. This vine has fine and vigorous foliage, and in July is covered with thousands of delicate, white flowers, of delicious fragrance. One of the finest effects that I have ever seen produced by growing two plants together on a trellis, was made by trainings. Clematis among climbing roses. The contrast of the pink and white flowers was simply exquisite, and tho dainty grace of the Clematis added a greater charm to the roses. For use in vases in the house, the long sprays of Clematis, when in bloom, are finer to my mind than anything else to combine with flowers of vivid color. It is easily trans- planted and, like the other two native climbers, will take care of itself. *I- Austria’s Empress. Tlic empress is at once proud and ca- pacious, says :1. Vienna letter to tho Lon- (loll. Daily News, and in some ways one of the most interesting, as well as extraordi- nary, wouicn of her rank that the century has produced. She is equally proud of her hair and her figure, the first being as abundant as a Magdalcn’sâ€"the latter slender as a girl’s. The former she wears as loosely as possible ; the latter sho tightens as much as she can. Her waist belt used to be shown as curiosities in ex- hibitions. They measured only eighteen inches in circumference. I can remember but one other woman with a waist so small. The emperor has always been a model husband, so far as admiration for his wife’s beauty is concerned. lie is report- ed to have said on one occasion that “the Empress Eugenie might be the most beautiful woman in the world if there were not my wife.” When the shah of Persia travelled somo years ago in Europe, the Empress of Austria was the only sovereign who would not receive him. She shut herself up in a country castle all the time he was in Austria. She never could be induced to go to Paris during the empire, thc style of living at the Tuilcrios not being to her taste. A short time ago, also, ] when passing through Paris, she would! not go to the Elysee to return the presi- dent’s visit. She never follows a fashion, it is said, but, makes her own fashions, and, as all her inventions are suited to her own peculiarities of person, they dol N0 15. THE MYSTERY OF THE LAKES. ' unga’a Bed of Cratersâ€"A Subterranean Riva:- Between Superior and Ontario. “If you are ever drowned in Cayuga Lake, your friends need not go to the ex- pense or trouble of dragging the lake for your body, for they'd nsvarfiud it." This was the cheerful remark made by a resident of Ithaca, who has a taste for geological research, and who has indulged it during the past few years in investigat- ing the bottom of Cayuga Lake. “From all I have been able to discov- er," said he, “the bottom of Cayuga Lake is a series of large openings and cav- ities, many of them resembling the craters of extinct volcanoes. Some of these are a hundred feet in'diametcr, and are all surrounded by raised rims, like the sides of a milk can. These craters, as I believe they are, lie at different depths, or, rather, are of different heights. Their depth I have never been able to sound, although I have lowered many hundred feet of plumb line into them. They are undoubtedly fathomless, and have be- como receptacles of the bodies of tho hun- dreds of persons who are known to have been drowned in thalake during the past half century, and of the.undoubtod thous- ands of people killed in the fierce battles that-wore frequently waged on the shores of the lake between hostile tribes of the ‘original peoplo' years before the white man appeared on this continent. “It was in Cayu Lake that the wretch Rulloff‘ lowered the bodies of his wife and child, enclosed in a chest, after he had murdered thorn, twenty years ago. The weeks that were spent in dragging for the chest was time thrown away, for it had sunk into the mouth of one of these new VOLCANOES, and, if it is not sinking yet, is no doubt floating about in the bottomless depths where, in the ages past, fire and smoke and ashes were the dominant clement. “Within forty years between two and three hundred persons have been drown- ed in Cayuga Lake, to recover the re- mains of whom the grap ling iron and drag have been used in ustriously, but. in vain. If it were possible for one to make the rounds of this lake’s crater-like bed, he would, beyond doubt, encounter hideous chsmcl houses beyond numberâ€"â€" caverns where thousands of grinning skeletons have foundtheir own sepulchre, subterranean catacombs without end. Water taken from a depth of 300 foot in Cayuga Lakeâ€"which must have been from one of these cavitiesâ€"is strongly charged with sulphurctted hydrogen, nitrogen, carbonic acid, and the carbonates of lime, “Cayuga Lake has also a. mysterious tidal motion. If. is irregular in its occur- rence, but very decided. The phono- mcnon has been known to appear twice a year, and then two years or mere have elapsed between its periods. The water frequently recedes fifty foot, the ebb is gradual, but the flood tide comes in with considerable force and rapidity. This phenomenon is also noticed on Seneca Lake, which is divided from Cayuga by the high Seneca county hills. The sur- face of Seneca Lake is sixty feet above that of Cayuga Lako, but I believe its bad is of the same remarkable character Seneca Lake rises and falls as much as three feet daring the time of its tidal commotion. which is also irregular in its periods. I believe there is A SUBTBXULANEAN nivsii running from Lake Superiors through Lakes Huron and Michigan, under Lake Erie, and emptying into Lake Ontario. There is no other way in which to explain certain mysteries connected with our great lakes. The surface of Lake Super- ior is about 650 feet above tide, whilo its bod is about 260 feet below tide level. Lake Huron’s surface is 50 feet below that of Superior‘s, and its bad is about on a level with Superior’s. The surface of Lake Michigan is 300 foot lower than Lake Huron's, and its bed is sunk a cor- responding distanco to the level of the other two lakes. Lake Erie's surface is nearly as high as Lake Michigan’s, being 505 feet above tide, but its bed is also For an instant she is silent, and then not become any other women. It was above tide, being 350feet higher than the the despair in every line of the bent fig- l she who introduced the abominable fash- ocean level, consequently its bed is 260 uro gives her courage. “Dear,” she whispers, kneeling beside him, “surely I, who am to be your wife, may share your troubles, and â€"comfort you 7" and with a rush of tenderness that sweeps her old doubts and fears away for. ever, she tries to draw his head against her shoulder. ' But he springs to his feet, with a flush . on his haggard face. “For Heaven's sake do not make it harder for me to give you , up i" he gasps. “Give me up 7" she repeats, rising too, and trembling very much. “You never wrote me"â€"he begins, passionately. “Because I would rather tell you than . write,” she interrupts, quickly. But he goes on, bitterly : “I saw that man leave the house after he had been here an hour, and I find you breaking your heart for him. What have I done that you should think I would accept such a sacrifice? Do you think I want your life without your love 'l" Ho pauses, ion of high shouldered sleeves fulled in on the shoulders, a fashion which does little to her artistic taste, to say the least. Altogether, however, Austria is proud of its empress, who, take her all in all, is a wonderfully attractive woman for her age. I must add that no woman ever studied her own beauty so much as the empress docs. Every hour of the day is employed in its conservation. She rises l at daybreak and goes to bed at dark, to the day on horseback to keep her figure trim. Her food and drink are carefully regulated, and for the same object. This certainly better than painting her face, butit is a life of sacrifices which few wo- men would b3 willing to lead, even for boauty's sake. ._.__-oo<-.o>ooâ€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"- Itwas Sent to "or House. A certain pretentious shopper, after i keep hercomplexion clear, and she spcldsl teasing the clerks of a dry goods store be! feet higher than those of the lakes above it. Lake Ontario's surface is the lowest of all the great lakes, being less than 500 feet above tide, but its bed is 260 fact be- low the ocean, or about the same level as Michigan, Huron, and Superior. So there is a continuous fall from Lake Su~ pcrior to Ontario, and all the outlet that the upper lakes have thatis known is the comparatively insignificant Detroit river. That stream never can care for all of that great pressure and volume from above, and the theory of an underground river such as I mentioned, seems to me most reasonable. All the St. Lawrence fishes are taken in every one of the lakes but Lake Erie. Why? Because they follow the course of the subterranean stream, using 300 feet beneath the bottom of ko Erie, and enter the waters of the upper lakes. The great lakes above Lake Erie have an occasional flux and reflux of their waters, corresponding with ocean tides save in regularity. “The subterranean river, according to GRAINS v 0? GOLD. â€" _Yoawill never convince a man of or, dinsry sense by overbearing his under- standing. A vi . mind is ss necessarily. an companiod with violent passions its a great fins with great licn'. That stats of life is the mast happy where superfluitivs am not rmjuirc‘l, and where necessaries are not wanting. Discretion and hanly valor are thi- I twins of honor. and nursed together makn aconqucror; divided, but a more talker» . r Some people are always finding fault wtth Nature for putting thorns on hues; I always thank her for luving put macs on thorns. To cdumte a youth so that he shall have a sfmng moral character, do not iso- late him, but touch him to come out un~ scathod from temptation. This is the law of benefits between men: the one ought to forget a‘. once what. he has given, and the uthcr ought ncvcr to forget what. he has rccc-ivcd. Falsehood is in a hurry; it may be at any moment detected and punished. Truth is calm, scrcnc, its judgment is on high; its king comcth out of the chambers of eternity. Those men who destroy a healthful constitution of body by intcinpenuico and an irregular life do as manifestly kill themselves as those who hang, or poison, or drown themselves. The everyday calves and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoiscs of the clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration, and its hands a regular motion. Poetry teaches the enormous forces of afew words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity. Great thoughts insure musical oxprcasions. Every word should be the right word. Strength of character is not more strength of feeling. It is the rcsolnfo restraint of strong feeling. It is unyield- ing resistance to whatever would discon- cert us from 'without or unsettle us from within. There is poetry and there is beauty in real sympathy; but there is moreâ€"thorn is action. The noblest and most power- ful form of sym athy is not merely the rc- sponsivo tear, t o echoed sigh, the au- sweriug look, it is tho embodiment of the sentiment in actual help. A Hindoo was utterly puzzled by the use of the word baptism in the sentence. “He that beliovcth and is baptised shall be saved." Bap, he know, meant fathur; tis he could not make anything of ; but mo meant mother. He, therefore, concluded that on believing Jesus Christ would bu his father and mother. â€"â€"â€"â€"‘”<o--> ooâ€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"- QUEER FACTS AND HAPPENINGS. A New Albany firm givos ovcry twen- tieth customer thcaniountof his purchase. The plan takes well. “I have burlod six family physicians, and still live," said Col. George L. Por- kins of Norwich, Conn. lie is fill. The 14 year old daughter of George \Vilhelm of Lima, 0., jumped the rope 256 times and fell unconscious. She lay in that condition for twenty days bufuru she died. An enormous tree on the farm of James Reese, llu'lr Mountain Crack, “3., was washed by the floods sixty foot. from its place and is left standing upright. Foil- ago still CHVOI‘S it. John Lows-ll of Wcssiiigton Springs, Dakota, was to be married on the limb ult., but on that day ho was compelled, unaided, to bury his afliauccd, licr wliolo family having the diphtheria, and the neighbors being too much alurincd to as- shit. A tourist in ‘ Montana fravcllcd eight days and nine nights in the direction iii- dicatcd by a finger board which road, “Six miles to Miles City." bcforo ho reached that place. Then he horned that the sign had been carried off by Ill‘ dians, and sluek up them where ho saw it. A remarkable case of change of color is exciting the medical men of Santa llar- barn, Cal. Four years ago a Hill" named Plan was of very dark cmnploxion. VVhito blotchos began to appcar on his skin and now ho is as wliito as any man, save on part of his face and hands. G. L. Record of Vicksburg has an odd strawberry patch in which tho plants are very prolific. llc boruil holes in rows around a hogslicml at regular intervals of six inches, filling tho liogshcad with earth and set a. strawberry plant in each one of the holes, besides putting a number on top. There are one hundrcdplants grow- ing from tho sides of this noch garden. Some of the berries are ripe and have at- tained great size, one measuring tlirci: inches in circumference. -â€"â€"â€".OO ‘m”~â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€" Russian Longevity. Says Chambcra’ Journal: From a cor- respondent who has passed soino yours in Russia, we learn that in tho village of Vollkotti, in the St. I’ofersburg govern- ment, an old woman is living who has just attained licr 130th birthday} Tho old lady is in the enjoyment of good health, but complains of her deafness (and no wonder.) Her hair is still long and plentiful, considering her age. She spent her youth in great mvcrty, but. is now pretty well off. Sic has outlived thrso husbands ; and had a family of nine- teen children, all of whom have boon married, and are now dead, the last one to die boinga daughter aged 93. She lives with one of her great-grandchildren, a man of 50. Our corrcsjmndcnt also in- forms us thatafcw months ago an un- usually curious wedding took place in Ekattcrinoslsy, in Russia. Tho brida- groom was 6Q years old, the bride 67. By . . . H . . , . - , d the forbearance limit pompously - armor es each of them havu A rrospoi dent wntiii to \otu and And if I had, sirl she asks lightly. The last words are ve low and er With flung!!!" for “1° "If “’de til“ you ’ m] “190 mm“ mom? Ob- . ' . Qumc': from lkinmlnshim:g Englmd, says: “I dare say you forget me, ofton‘enough, but Mr. Chester hears t. em as dissing“; seem! to hive 5° Utterly dmm‘l him: Ordered ‘ifm 0‘ the“ m be mm“) her structod . great obstacles that are Chad?“ N“! grandchildren. in“ ON“ "i am told that in the villsgvs near here confirmation is wandered a safe cum for rheumatism, and that, wassqucntly, old persons am in the habit of proscnting themselves to the Bishop from time to time, as often as they can get an oppor- tunity, to receive the nu». Tau following story was told in i lately as a fact, though ; lcsnuut bu n-slucsibln for its absolute: truth. The prmcnt Bishop of Lincoln, knowing of this belief, was o'n one acct siun almost convinced that he had already lately minimum! a certain old man who pmenwd himself among the candidates, and therefore he sent Amhdmwun K. to ask him. The Archdeacon went up to him, saying. for more than five minutes l" “Never.” he says, rather shortly ; and then, after an instant, “What were you crying for just now 1’" "Do you not know that we women cry for anything, or nothing 3" “Not you ; but do not tell me unless you wish to do so." “I assure you I have no such inten- tion," she uys, gsyly. “Does your lord'- lship think that 1 shall make you my con- fuuor l" "Some dayâ€"yes," he answers, quietly, and looking not at her. but at the tire. . Very quickly shc lifts her eyes to his faceâ€"s vary frank and pleasant fsce, with ‘llsvs you been confirmed ' a look that shows its owner well content below I but tho III!) was dull, so he had with the world and himself, but just now to repost huqucsuun. sdduag. ‘l'ns Bish- a little grsvrr than its went, and she won. op thinks he as: C‘Iuhflllud you hefore.’ dots, with s thrill of the suns pity she But the old man was, or pretended to be, fwd felt for herself, whether he tuo in the wllfififlhhr, ‘ou the .mflam you which muslin him has missed spoke again in a louder tone; "l‘hc Bis!» L summing of life's mmplstsncss. as if they had been a ken in his car. “My card is full, uks," is the steady answer, and than all four enter the ball- room, where Mrs. Burns takes Mr. Dov- creux in one direction, while Sibyl and Mr. Chester go in another to search for Mrs. Van Eyck, and within half an hour they are driving home. It can not be denied, though Miss Van Eyck's lover is not a man given to jeal- only, that the next week is the longest and most uncomfortable which he can re- member. Business compels him to go to Boston so early on the morning after Mrs. Burn's party that he does not see Sibyl again, and inspite of her dignified repul- sion of Mr. Dcrereux he can not forget her pals {m and piteous eyes when she had first seen tho“ghnsi." Hols con-ll 'fl vinoed that Dmreux will do everything possible for a reconciliation, and he calls l while she stands silent, with down-bent head sndfclnsped hands. “I see it all," he says, presently, in a very low voice, whose forced steadiness it takes all his resolute will to maintain. “You have loved only him always, and you sent him away to-dsy that you might keep your faith to me, like the have, true woman you are; but he will be easy to recall, so -so God bless you l"â€"-snd he turns rather blindly toward the door. But she stands swiftly before him with out-stretched hands, and tearful, shining eyes. foolish woman to whom God isverygood Mt. Donn,“ fig “3",, again be “an ; spool of thread which she had “ordered.” A d .4 d It seemed to be coming all ri'vht. " ’0" ‘21:",122 ei. the aid of a plank, it was finial; him, .1“! which oughtlbsrrcl fashion, safely to the sidewalk After amortal struggle it was “up-end-l ed" on the purchaser's doorstep. The! ghost to me: I crying or fancisd I aired for to have been yours, with all the rest of thossy himself an insane idiot for having rcfused my lifeâ€"my love i" to hear the story of her first love, which house. agreed that she should be made an example of, and a warning to her kind. Showss sur irised, and her neigh- bors were intense ' interested, shortly after she had arriv at home. A com- mon dray drawn by four horses rocccded slowly up to her door. On the ray, with bare arms, were a number of stalwart lab- orers. They were holding on vigorously to some object which she could not see. It was a most puuling affair. The neighbors stared. Afwr a deal of whip« cracking and other impressivccemmonics, the cart was backed against the curb. “Oh, Brian, lam no heroine, onlys The” “Wing mlmll’i end "P. in the centre of the art floor, was the identical fact that the purchaser came out a min- consfantly moving down from the lake 8“ bottoms. Then the channels of outlet are insufficient to carry off the t vol- ume of water, and they are dammed back and the lakes rise. Finally these ob‘ structlons are swept away by tho irresis- tihlo pressure, tho river flows naturally once more, and tho dammed waters sub- side. That is the wholo mystery of the and fall of the tides in the great cs." The Hod Carriers in Germany. As there are no bod carriers in Ger. many, for the simple reason that s hod {carrier is as unknown there as an Irish- wm, a man is, each brick must bo mned l hand to hand again. ’ l bricklaycrs are the more men "cdto toss the bricks. d from The higher up the arqroquir- Two min) to a mgo, with enough storey is about the are lmorc to lead from the front of the build- dchildren living in tho sumo town. The brld im's father, now in his 103d your, an the bride's mother, in her 96th year, are still alive, and were at tho wedding. 08!.- M Jealous Millionaires. Speaking of the hatred of wealth, l Ull‘ servo a great deal of rancor between millionaires themselves. Gould and Van- dorbilt are reputed to loathe each other. It is only lately that tho Asians and Van- derbuilta cams tospcaking terms. When Villard went under the expressions of de- li ht were by no means confined to men w‘fio had envied him in prosperity. And now that Jim Keene is stiffening a disaster there is positive hilarity among Wall streetcrs. It seems to me that a mob which should illagc one millionairs's pro- rty would be onto ed and abetted most of tho millions es. Tho j is quite unconfined over Keane's down all, i mowermd kicked he, 0.31m,“ “Ming w the place where the bricks are m the gutter detracted nothing fog: it. i "maul- Tbm.‘ in“ m“ “"50 m” "’1 _.. .__..._ gtho ground, eight on the front of tho lbuildiug, and five on the top, makin “You are the mon stuck-up chad liflxmn mwu, ’ whose hands car: up fools runs that he his confirms-d yqu “You and l are too old and worldly- beluhi.‘ Then the x-ld man, hmi at wise for that," she says, rather asdly._ lss', sud bung pcllup'i s littlu net eds "Old lâ€"you chill 3" his eyes meeting willful] 33013,. "felt on he's a lrw'cr.‘lhers with a smile half amoral, half tou- Sibyl had seemed to wish to toll him, for Try it for a day, I beseech you, to pre- liis utterignorsnoo of the circumstanccs,serve yourself in an any and cheerful pun-cuts him from_bei able to judge‘frame of mind. Compare the day in whclher such a thing co d coma to pass. lwhiclryou have rooted out the weed of however, on account of his personal ob- ;ioxiousncss. Few man went near to him, on no matter how trivial the business, without going away inveterate enemies. Illll which mm; h: an! ul‘ lhc Archdu- dcr. "l sm’awm that you hive ruched To add to his anxiety, during the fourtdiasstisfaction with that in which 7011.6?“ MW," remarked a young lady to Quick M w,” 1mm in heed Md can I , 1 - . M n, fora-d in be .t-u cat." ' the axial ago of twenty-eight, Miss \ an days he is in Baton he dots nol receive : have allowed it to grow up, and you will )‘th "horn I’m In“ N'- 3 My Pull... ‘0 j “adulation. I have {rejuth stl’xid mil manor, si'alurzn'cla;I iyiilxliiizd' itinrliiha'iig .4» Says an mlw..i.ia- sgrn', “You might as well stump: tu Muthu an elephant wan sinusoidal r: soap sul- ss attempt ‘ ~-.-~ o.- .- 1-2‘ L, and out you have had enough ex~ even so much as a line from her though I find your heart open to every good mo. which he retorted : “And you are just; . - , ' - ' po’r‘ieaw of the world monks you rise, she had promised, «half langhiiigly, to‘tivc, your life titrciigthencd and your “3"?” 3‘ Y0“ "9 maid-u Make-’53:)? llibnbiiaihti’lffgkl‘gic'h? filamu “1:; man! rrcours'lcl usto trik adwll" burns-n11 “wow =1“th ‘3"! 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