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PH {31.8 0P TRITK. j Courage is firs, and bullying is unoks. There isno magic like sweet, chury words. j Nature, like man, wuutlmcs weeps for ' gladuuz. j The Worst men are those who stir up g others tn do svii. j .losticz is the bread of nations; they are; always furnishing for it. l Ilia: t uly sire man should have no kccper; of lzis More“ but himself. i It is easier to suppress the first dcslrs than j to Ltlsfy a i that follow it. ffe is the happiest, bl.- hc king or peasant, l Who finds {taco in his home. j When you bury an old animosity never mini putting up a tombstone. (Ionvcrsstiou enriches thc understanding, but solitude- is the school of genius. Trees in the forest may be barren, but trees in tho glnlcfi should be fruitful. invinr: confidence can swim upon those seas whio'i limblfl reason cannot fathom. Thou: days are lost in which we do no good ; thou: worse than lost in which we do evil. A wise min chlccll before ho speaks; s fool spraks, and reflects on what ho has ut- tcrcd. lie that docs a base thing in zeal to scrve his fricn-l burns the golden thread that ties their flu-arts together. ()ur grand business ln life ls not to see what ii-s dimly at a ali~tancc, but to do what lies clwrly a". hand. There is nothing so true that the damps of error huvc not warped ; nothing so false that a sparkle of truth is not in it. VOL. XIII. The Village Oracle. Bfncsth the weather-beaten porch, inst shades the vii‘sze store, fle sits atosss. an a.ou wan U? torso scorn years or more. Tnst ample seat for him is placed Beams the open door- lfls face is very kvn a- d shrewd. And forcing are his o cs, As wi an air of prophecy lie scans the cloudy skies, And chiidnn look wrtn swo on him. For hs is weather wise. Ami Jolly farmers. riding by no loads of Ingram hay, (Jail out. “ Goo i morning. Uncle Dan." And. “ Will it rain today l‘ While boys who would a fishing go Await what ho will say- “ Wai, ei’ the wind shou'd chases about" (1h y iiston eagerly. Bur ho is very slow 6nd calm. For thus should prophets be). “Mohbo them clouds will bring us rain, liut I dunno.’ says ho. And over as tho season: come. And as tho sea-nus go. Tno l racie isaskcd mo s'gns 0f Wino. or ruin. orsnow. But still ho n .vcr hesitates To answer ; “ i dunno." ___‘._4 STORM AND SUNSHINE. CHAPTER. I. "'Twill be lonely for you, missio, living below with the ladies-a young thing like you i" " It is rather lonely," I answer, looking over the old woman's head at the green elm whose branches sweep the thatched roof of hcr cottage and throw s cool shadow across the lane; “ but I suppose I shall get ussd t0 it." “That's the worst thing I could wish you, my dsario. You won't got usod to it while you've a young head on your shoulders and a young heart in your body, and I hope you'll have that for many a long day yet. You ’mind mo of your mother, Miss Lisle; sho was just as young and biitiro as you are now when first I saw her, with her yellow hair curling all over her pretty heal ." “Sho died before she was us old as I am now, Mollie.” “ I know that, dearic. I remember the duy she dlcd, and tho funeral, and how tho village children lined tho grave with snow- drops early in the morning-evory bit of it they lined with suowdrops-wholc baskets- ful of them they used, and covered the cof- fin with snowdrops, after it was lot down, u foot deep before the clay was thrown in. Even the village children loved her, Miss Lisle ; she was so young and pretty-n great deal prettier than you are, though your face is bonnie enough." " I know that," I answer, smiling a little, " Everybody who secs mo tells mo that my mother wus prettier than I am." “ She was so swcot-looking ; I think that Tho truest lives urc those that are cut rose- . :1” what Ti?!“ us ull “iii; her Z? mlpché diamond fushion,with many facets answering l albeit-wizard; “I 2:52“; l: saullhoulis 0:, to tho funny-planed Inspccts Of tho world-the funeral. that hc wlbulldn't go long 3t“ about thcm_ ' ‘h’ Soc ety isglways trying in _ her and they were right Ho was a. good u ' y i ' :ljlilglofilyt 21:53:60“ to grin u. down to a man, bliss Lisle, and I think she loved him, A I . . though he was old enough to be her father. u excellent and useful maxim is this H l'ttl b't nbsert rind. f d ‘ hopeful cjuculstion-ncvcr despair! Tho ,0 wuss l e l I ' ovor- OP 0 ,0, of mun is ("m . t t b t h' _ his musty books, but he was a very saintly- ppom men ' u m worst 'i' dcd man Ho couldn't sec the he cnomy is despair. lcsoluto confidence, libifchin under the dresser but he'd d“: when ull other means fuil, may often avert g - . down Jerusalem on you. And it was the danger and overcome iliiliculty; nay, more, lth th' _ h l h d to t it may couvcrt the bane into o blessing. :22: w dovsry mg ' o a ways a I’ x _ _ _ y, an a sermon too, for that matter. lilghbdmng is first hurd, then easy, then‘ Rut I'd rather have listened to him any day delightful. Such is the histocy of each than to Mr. Irving, for all they say about Virtuo lli the ruco and in the individual. his cleverness. Ile's too clover for poor Its bounty may b0 '"(Me'i m tho root 0f ‘ country folk like ul, and that's the truth." solf denial and l ffort, but it comes into full I have never carcd to hear much about bloom when at length tho effort has grown my father or had much sympathy with my I s s I into n. pleasure that wc would not wrllmgly mothsr’s lovc for him, though I believe it foregn. _ Was sincere. Somehow I can never fancy leo flskcs of snow that fall unlpcrccivodflho lovod him as sho would have loved a on tho :ilirfth, the ‘seemingly uuuupprtspt l younger man. I am sure she felt great ro- ovcnts o ic suttcm one another. ‘r s t °.spoct “d gratitude towards him, and 1 snow gathers together so srs our habits form- I duro say sho was quits satisfied with him, i flood tompcr is the philosophy of the heart, a gem in the treasury within, whoso rays are reflected on all outward objects. We moot in society many beautiful and attractive women whom we think would make excellent wives-for our friends. There is no mortification, however keen, no misery, however desperate, which tho spirit of woman cannot in some degree lighten or alleviate. Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice, save drunkenness, which can so utterly de- stroy the peace, the happiness of a home. The crowning fortune of a man is to be born to some pursuit which finds him in employment sud happiness, whether it be to muko baskets or broudswords, or canals, or statues, or songs. Write injuries in (lust and benefits 3n mnrbic. l-‘ur nothing is lost on him who sci-s with uu eye that feeling gave. For him thrrc's u story in cvcry lirccze and u picture iii every wnvc. Persons who :irc nlwsys innocently cheer- ful and good-bummed arc wry useful in the world ; they maintain pcacs and happiness sud spread n thankful temper among sil who livc urouml tlicm. “'c often think we are of grout importance to other people; thut they must be thinking of us and our uil'uirs; that they watch our actionnnnd shspc their course accordingly. In general wo are quite mistaken. The people of a republic like ours are pe- culinriy like n single great individual man, full of passions, prejudices often, but witha grout hourt, ilcspising anything like show or prstcusc, and nlwnys striving forward in a general right direction. ed. No single ilikc that is added to the pile and quits content with her life in tho ivy- produces a scusibic chungc; no single action l covered Vicarage-while it lasted; but I crcutsa, bowcvsr it may exhibit, a man's “mm, think a girl of seventeen could really character. I csrc for a husband of sixty-two. I know lt in n fstul mistake to think that indus- l my grandfather was very p001‘, and that my try unitcd with talent or ability in tho right mothor had a 8"" many brothers and sis- din-otion is suliicirut to insurn success in l tors, though they sro all dead and gone any givcu pursuit. 'l'hoy arc nccilful, buti And I think she sacrificed herself for also much morn. now. A “'h"'° "'“n' with "cell them; it was something to get ouc married, fmlings, strong principles, firm will, gcncr- l whcn there were thrcc in tho schoolroom nus iuipulsr-s, fully alivc to cvr-ry obligation, l \nrl four in tho nursery. and faithful to c\ cry trust. will unconscious And so the minister's wooing had prosper- ly infum.‘ into his work a vaiuc to mankind ed, and .0 tho sweet Dorothy Incledon bad that can ncwr follow the most urgrut "f'loxchangcil tho company of all hcr marry forte "l “""lfiml' "'ldrmu'r' young sisters and brothers for that of a man older than her father, and had never 50m,- “rigjmfl l'rovgrllq. rvgrettcd it so far as l over could learn. " lf yo had oven a swcethoart in tho A whito lio oftrn mikes a bluk st.) ry .. ‘_ lg‘. a p00,. musicisn who “up, blow m. own l plum 2 old Mollie says, looking hard at mo trumpet. l with her dim bloarcd ayes, as sbo leans ono lle who would eat the egg must | _ u first brook the slu-ll. l-lvcry back has its l knotted alpcwy hand on h" stick. But Pcus and ink out of rrach avoid ""be you "a 0M somewhere also, my bon- many a lv.t'lcll. lmk after your wife ‘ lnio bird l andlottorsuicbcttorthm nothing, ncvcr mind yourself, shc'll look after you. l and he'll run down to soc you now and Thu present ii the child of the past and tho again." parcut of tho futurc. The want of money u I h.“ no sweetheart, Mollie-hero or is the root of much cvil. Rgotism is an al- anywbem else." phabet with one letter. lf you'd know a HD° 7°“ tell mo ac, with such ‘ I‘: 0' man's charactsr. follow him home. Bettorlb'm grain gm"! head ‘ at‘ ‘if; Ihh l _‘ alincofaenaothmapsgeufncnsenso.1‘hs swoo won ""8‘j 8 acoo m surest rood to honor iatorlescrvslt. Onlyjpimc'm" “d might bu‘ linen Mfg“! who,“ “mu and u. echo u fielhl by i 2: 31:3;“lmimriuzd I 3:» lt'a not the clock with the loudest‘ I I _ - tick m“ 8°“ the but. Sigh: "a poor I fusion, and a body is as well without them, things to fly with. ~ ‘if the could onl bollevo it." llorno ls the rainbow of 7 y . ifs. Don't complain cf the baker untilyoul A‘ dd Mollie h " widow for the M have tasted his bread. They who livs in a, itims, this expression of wisdom docs noti - , . carry much weight with it. I look at ths_ ‘Muffilffleh l) hurry. ,witherod checks, the shaking chin, tbs! Gsnsral lngan. who visited iianenl,wrinkled throat, which reminds ms of thej Grant mostly, bellows that the lunlld's ‘ k of a turkey, and wonder if aha could malady is acrofuions acre throat, and hops. i svsr have been young and pretty, and if l that tbs physicians are mistaken is their ' shall one day be as gruesome and ugly, if Il diagnosis. Tbs Grant family ars inclined should live so long. l sofsvurtblshopo. no»: lass-ad thatl “his my auntievsranylovem!“ nu tbs Grants haw dis-d for generation's! con- I on ths tip of my tongue t0 ask. But I do ‘ *4...- llkl'k‘ 0 HOI'SBHOLD HINTS. ~ Batter than an iron spoon for mixing sponge for broad. and for similar uses, is a “mundls,” or a piece of oak shaped into a round smooth handle at one and, and the other end flattened like a thick knife blade. then asnd-papercd smooth. Scaly leg is caused by a minuto insect. Kerosene oil applied with an old brush two or three times will curo it. The shanks may be immersed in oil for a minute. The fowl should be kept on a bed of straw or hsy until tho oil has dried off. Sonic rs- cmnmcnd an application of lard and flour of sulphur. l as she is nowâ€"the crown of her white cap through Which 91° lei odor mm! to scarcely reachu as high as my elbow a.‘ no come. A border of box as high as my knee stand togetherin tho doorway, facing the 81'0"’! fight Wit-tho space beyond is shadowy lane, "But mere’; nobody in the choked with overgrown lines and circles of place at all since Miss May Rutherford got tho 8111110 let, WhiCh 100k M if they had married. That was a great wedding entire- once boon borders to flower-beds. In the ly, though tho bridegroom w” as mm. large oval inclosure in the middle of a lovely looking a gentlom u ever I Laid my two clump Of narcissi stand nodding their heads eyes upon ; and ho s lord and 511 1 There's on their long straight stalks. To scramble nobody at Volfry now but the old lady and in and gather them 15 the work 0f l m0~ poor Mr. Ralph, though I did hear somc- ment. body say that Mr. Erroll had wrote to tell Five minutes In" I am watering “P to them he w,“ coming back from China, and the front door at Osiorbrook with my noss that as poor as be went out." buried in the delicious warren-white bios- I know nothing about Velfry, nor soms, and with no more idea inmy head the people whose names are household that I have committed an unwarrantabla words to old Mollie. I have novcr been theft than Beauty 1 had when she gathered hero, since I was a baby of a week old, till I tho rose in “1° Beast's garden. came to Oslcrbrook three days ago, andI Otierbrook i‘ a ‘fmu Ybite_h°“5° “7° cannot say I feel much interest in either of stories m Might’ mm “ “PM!” growing tho gentlemen whose mm“ she h“ mon- about tho halldoor. The door itself stands . open into tho small square hall, with pol- ,, You have got your garden in beautiful ishod tisor and mahogany hatstand, where- order, Mollie," I remark, looking ovsr the on there are no hats, however-I doubt if low wooden pulling which divides u from “Y m“ "uh"! “P h“ brim" "m the narrow walk, paved with pebbles, lead- Osierbrook was built, except perhaps my ing into the lane. father; I supposs he cams to see his sisters ,, Yes," the old woman answers, with an sometimes, when he lived inthe ivy-covered air of pride, u I was eighty-three last Vicarage on the other aids of tho hill. November, Miss Lisle; but I planted that Aunt Anna is writing letters in the win- row of kidney beans myself yesterday. Do dow of tbs dining-room when I walk in, the you mind the old rhyme- 01d parrot is sWinBl-ng in hi5 1100p, the old .. .Whm elm my“ "e u big u . shilling, dog is asleep on the rug, the old canary s Plant kidnoyboanifto plant'sm you'rs willing; chirping sway in his cage in the sun- Wneu aim loaves srs as big as s penny, shine You must plant kidney beans if you moan to hsvs ' “How did you find old Mollie, Lisle 2" any. " I never hoard it before," I laugh, look- “0h, very well i" “I hope you enjoyed your walk 2" ing up at the elm loaves. “ ‘Veil, Mollie, I must go now ; but I'll soon coma to see you “Oh, yes ; it was very pleasant f" “Your aunt Emily is getting luncheon again. Oh, what a pretty cat l" A large cat of curious unfroim Silver-guy ready. We never oat luncheon, but I think color has squeezed herself slowly through young girls are always hungry. Whore d'd the 8nd,,“ pulling, yawning and stretching you get the narcissi! Those are the first I herself in the sun. have soon this year." u She was s pretty cut till she lost her “I got them hero, at Osiorhrrook," I an- tail -poor thing l-ina trap or summst. I swer, touching the white blossoms ten- ncvor know how sho did it ; but shc walked derly. in one morning with only a stump, just as “I did- not know W0 had Ml)’ fit Osier- you see. I cried a buckctful over her ; but bFOOk-” Miss Judith, she told mo not to mind-that “They were growing in the old garden it made hor look very tidy like, and sure I dOWn by tho laurel walk." had to laugh than at tho idea of a cat iook- Aunt Annals face changes all at once. ing more tidier without her tail i" “Oh l" she says, and says no more. It is a novel idea ; but oven tidiness may “Why did you let that garden grow so ne- be bought at too dear a price. glected, Aunt Anna‘! It seems t0 me the “ Who is Miss Judith 2'" I ask, stroking prettiest and stufnlssi; spot in the whole of the cat's fur. Osiorbrook." " Miss Judith Irving, up at tho Globe? “We did not wish to have it disturbed. Don't you know hor 2" Take oil your hat, Lisle. Luncheon will be “ I never oven heard hor name before. Is up in 8 few minutes." sbo an old lady l" Aunt Anna's manner puzzles me. It is “ No, indeed, she's a very young lady i" not exactly angry, but as I go up-stairs to Mollie answers, shaking hor head. At the my room I fancy she is displeased with some time she looks at me a little sharply, mo. Ou the landing I meet aunt Emily as if to see how far my ignorance is real or coming down, with a pot of preserved apri- feigned. cots in her hand. “ 0h, then, there'is another young person “0h: you have come in, Lisle‘! in the parish, besides myself, Mollie 2" pretty fl°“e"l \thro "I doubt if you'll sec much of Miss them 7" Judith, Miss Lisle." I'tcll her, and the smile dies out of her “ \Vhy not? The Vicarage is not a quar- gentle withered face. ter of a mils from Osiorbrook." “Put them away," she exclaims hurried- “Oh, it's near enough-too near, maybe i" 1y. “Don't let your aunt Anchorotts sec Mollie observes, with a smile which adds a them-keep them in your own room, dear ; thousand wrinkles to her face. “I don't but don't bring any of them down-stairs." think the ladies care much for Miss Judith, “Why Mt l" I ask, in unqualified amazo- or will cars much to have you keep com- ment. “Doss the perfume make her ill? I pany with her." know some people who think it a little too “ Why not ‘.'" powerful in the house." - “ Oh, she's very smart and fond of new- “Oh, no; it's not that! But put them tangled notions, and she says just what away, dear, and don't gather any more comes into her mind about anything; and flowers in that place. You can get as many she laughs at tho old clerk in the church a8 you like in your aunt Theodosia's gar- whcn he says ‘ Ahmin,’ and your aunts don't den." like that l N°t I'll“ there i! any him‘ in Thsrc are no narcissi in aunt Thoodosia's 1181'," “1° 01d woman adds cunningly i “only garden i I arrange my treasure-trove in u. "hf," t°° Eighty-like and uncertain, “d tumbler on my dressing-table, wondering pcoplo have taken up ideas about her. And what tbs mystery can bo, and thinking it it‘! a Pity, f" she's "8| kind “1d charitable rather hard that I cannot fasten two or “QM” her 8M"3 "1° ti" knitted pstticoutI throc of tho lovely white flowers in my have on, 511d brought me broth 0W7)’ day brooch to make myself pretty for luncheon. last winter while I was laid up with a bad 1 must “k aunt 11,80,105“, all about it. foot, carrying tho jug in her hand all through Aunt Theodosia. is tho youngest of my tbs snow." aunts, and sho seams to me to have more I cannot help thinking that Mollie ill an common sense than all tho others put to- ungrateful Old WWI/ill even t° hint at any gather. I think aunt Anna fancies her shortcomings in a person who has taken the rather frivolous, though she excuses her for troublc $0 prolong he!‘ mumbling existence. it on the score of her youth ; but she is the . llut I d" "0t say 50' 1°" I lhould be 0011' most snergctic of the four, and does not sp- signcd to the some category as Miss Judith pear w have the same horror of anything Irving, who _says ovorythiug that comes in- “notional” or new. t0 her hENl- My room at Osicrbrook is over the din- To coupe tho temptation, I sot out on my ing-roomâ€"a square room, very low, with a homsward journey up tho lano, swinging wido low window close under the caves of tho empty basket in my hand which had tho roof. The cutains of thc old-fashioned contained the weekly dnio of tea and sugar four-post bedstead are of white (limity, the aunt Theodosia has sent to old Mollie time dressing table and funny little oval glass out of mind, and which sho consigned to mo am draped with white "Winn 0!! “Nell “7° $0.de becaum tho old womm had QXPYW' quaint bows of powder-blue ribbon. The ad a wish to sec mo, having had the honor great mahogany wardrobe must be at lwt and glory 0f presiding at my entry into tho two hundred years old. Everything at world. Osfsrbrook is old-tho servants, tho furni- It is a glorious May morning, with tho MPG. the MOI- A! I 100k out upon sun, as old Mollie expresses it, splitting tho the mossy 15W“ I i“ an old pony nibbling trees. The lane la cool and green in tho “10 grass, "I octogcnarian man-servant limiow of tho elm bonghs, tho wig ds'y going down the avenue with letters, follow- wot still under tho hawthorno edge, milky ed by . lb"? d°8 whoso limbs arc stiff “d white with blossoms, and gmr iridescent muzzle gray with-aru- Only I. Lilla W"- clouds lls motionless against tho dosp blue burton, am of the nineteenth century of tbs sky. among all those ancient things. Half-way down the lane a little wicket- HOW shall I contrive W u" 11¢", day gate opens into tho'plol-sure-groundathicr- after day and woek after week. with no brook; this is a short cutto Mollis'a oot- company but the company of four old wo- tace, but not to the villago, which llos man, the youngest of whom is sixty five! farther down tha road on which ths front I have scarcely had time to realize what my guts of Oslcrbrook opens-along low woodsn lifs bars will be yet, but as I brush my gate, painted white. curly yellow locks before ths dim old glass l open the wicket, letting it swing to be- now I begin to think it will bo vary dread- hind ms, and find myself in a long straight fol if some companion of my own age does walk shut in by laurel hedges, with arches not soon put in an appearance. I shall- cut in it bare and than, ona leading round vary soon grow tired of tbs still dreamy by a gravel path to tho yard buildings, an- quiet of tho old house, with its musty- othsrto tbskitchan-gardau and soon. I mallingroom mdpamgmitslawn groan hava ‘not had time to uplon any but tbs with mom, its sunny old~world garden, its \Vhat did you get l gloves, when I set out to pay myvisit to old Mollie-I believe aunt Anchoretta is in her own room. She spends a great deal of her time there, putting her wardrobe and drawers in order, though it puzzles me to think what ever disarrsngos them. Shall I grow into an old woman like aunt Anna? I wonder, as I look at; her across tho tablo-â€"an old woman in a mob cap and black shawl, with spectacles on hor nose, and black mittens on her hands, and a plain little foxy face. It is not n pleasant idea, and either it or tho cold milk I am drinking makes mo shivers littlc. And yet Aunt Anna is a good womanâ€"I may be thankful if my latter end is like hers- evsn if she has a wizeued little foxy face. “Mrs. Rutherford drove upto sec you just now, Lisle, on hsr way to Longhurst," aunt Emily says, while shc picks dead leaves from her gsrsniums. “Mrs. Rutherford 2" “Mrs. Rutherford of Velry." “But I don't know anything about Mrs. Rutherford." “My dear Lisle, )lrs. Rutherford is your godmother," aunt Anna says severely ; “Never say again that you don't know any- ting about her." "I am sure I did not know that, aunt Anus.” “You ought to have known it, my dear." “I never hoard that I had any godmoth- er." Aunt Anna takes oil‘ her spectacles t0 stars at me. “Never know you had any godmother, Lisle 2" she repeats, in a shocked voico. “How should I know? Madame Poirotto did not know, 0r I suppose sho would have told mo. Not that I didn't get on just as wall without them. I never could sso what good it did people to have godmothors. There was one girl ut the school whose god- mother always sent hcr a. grout box of drayecs and chocolate on her birthday, but sho was an exception." "The child is a perfect heathen i" sunt Anna ejaculates, looking over at aunt Emily. “I never approved of sending her to that French school," aunt Emily says, shaking her head. “\Vell, Lisle, you arc so fortun- ate as to possess two godmothers-Mrs. Rutherford of Volfry and myself. Mrs. Rutherford was very fond of your poor dear mother, and asked to be allowed to stand for you when she heard you were a irl g “What is she like 2" I ask, more interest- ed in the fuct thatisho was fond of my mother than that she had'asked to be ul- lowed to stand for mo. “She is a most charming person. I think her second son is very like hor in appear- ance. But both her eldest son and her daughter are very plain." “W by does Mollie cull Mr. Rutherford ‘poor Mr. Ralph’ l" “Because ho lost his wife and hls little baby, poor fellow, within o week of each Other." “But isn't he quite young 2” “Oh, yes; not more than two or three and thirty." “Then he can very easily get another wife l" I remark cynically, helping myself to some more apricot preserve. (T0 m: cournvusn.) ‘W A Tiger Story. Hero is upcrfectly true tiger story, il lustrating tho effect of tho human oyo on the lower animals and more- especially of tho inscrutable goodness of Providence in dangers from which weak mortals, who do not put their faith or trust in Him to. whom all things are possible, would think there was no escape. A man, who shall be nameless, was on a journey in connection with his business which hadtobo accomplished in a given time. To savo time he planned going through a small island, tho centre he know to ho a. dense junglo, tho abode of tigers. lie, however, changed his mind and thought he would toko tho longer route round the island. But again at tho last moment he found it necessary to adhere t0 his original arrangement, and accordingly started alone and unarmed to go through tho jungle. It was day when ho started, and he hurried on anxious to complete the journey before night set in with its dangers. But night st last began to fall and be had still agood way to go before ho reached his homo. lla heard tho roaring of tho tigers coming nearer, yet noaror, and still ho pressed forward. Ho hoard them circling round, over com- ing near. Tigers never go straight to their prey, but circle round and round, always making the roundaamallor until they spring, and then there is no escape from their torri- ble grip. Still they came auu no could loo their eyeballs glaring in tho dim light. lfs know that one false step would have boon his death. lls kspt on and on, nsvor flinching, though with yalls they fawnod round his feet, looking up in his face. On ho pressed with a strength given to his trembling limbs for tho time, and still tbs awful brutsa glared ln his face with their blood- shot eyeballs looking as though they thirst- cd for blood. Stoadily, with his eyes looking straight l avery day. God is our Father." bsfors him (ha bad peculiarly glistening black eyes), be pressed on, when through tho gloom ho saw a bright light which ho knew was his home, and the tigers only lef when almost at his door. lfls wlfo All loose parts c-f a stove, such as tho logs, poker, otc., should be wrapped in wane paper and put insiils the stove before it is put sway. Thou you'll know where to find thorn next fsll. Mark tho joints with chalk so you'll know how to put thorn io- gsthor again. “'hcn a knob comes oil‘ a door handle you can fasten it on again by filling thc cavity in the knob with sulphur, then hcat tho iron end of the handle which goes in tho knob just bot enough to molt tho sulphur, put tho knob in, and lot it cool. It will bo firmly fixed in placo. The leaves of geranium nro an excellent application for cuts, whsrc tho skin is rub~ bed ofl, and other wounds of that kind. Ono or two loaves must bc bruised and ap- plied to tho part, and tho wound will bo cicatrizcd in a short timc. Tho oftcncr carpets arc shaken tho longer they wear. 'l'hs dirt that collects under them grinds out the threads. Do not swoop carpets oftcusr than is necessary. A broom wears them very much. “'hcu a carpet is fadod, strong salt and water will uftou ro- storc tho brightness of the color. Tako s liorso huir and double it, leaving sloop. If tho mots can bc sccn lay thc loop over it, clcso tho oyo and tho moto will come out us tho hair is withdrawn. If the irritating object can not bo soon raise tho lid of tho cycs as high as possible, and place tho loop as fur as you can, closo tho oyo and roll the ball around a fsw times, draw out tho hair; tho substance which caused so much pain will in suro to comc with it. This imthod is practiced by axo- makors and other workers in stool. Death of the Old Wilc- Sho hsd lain all day in a stupor, breathing with heavily laden breath: but as the Inn sank to rest in the farofl western sky, and the glow on the wall of tho room faded into douse shadows, she awoke and callod fcohly to her aged partner who sat motionless by the bedside: he bsnt over his dying wife and took her wan wrinkled hand in his. “ ls it night?" she asked intremulons tones, looking at him with eyes that saw not. " Yes," ho answered softly, " it is growing dark." “ “'hero are the children!" abs queried; “ are they all in 2" Poor, old man i how could ho answer her: the children who had slept for long years iu tho old churchyard-who had out-lived childhood and borne the boat and burden of tho day, and, growing old, had laid down the cross and gone to wear tho crown bofors the old father and mother had finished their sojourn. “ The children are safe," answered the old man ; “ don't think of them, Janet; think of yourself ; docs the way seem dark l" “ ‘ My trust is in Theo; lot ms nsvsr bs confounded.’ What docs it matter if the way is dark‘! ‘I'd rather walk with God in tho dark than walk alono in tho light. I'd rather walk with Him by faith than walk alone by sight.‘ John, where's little Charlie 2" she asked. Hsr mind was again in tho past. Tho grsvo dust 0f twenty yoards had lain on Charlie's golden hair, but the mother had never forgotten him. The old man patted her cold hands-hands that had labored so hard that they were seamed and wrinkled and osllouaed with years of toil, and tho wedding ring was worn to a more thread of gold-and thou ho pressed his thin lips to them and cried. She had encouraged and strengthened him in every toil of life. \Vhy what a woman sho had been l What u worker l What s loader in Israel f Always with the gift of prnycr or service. They had stood at many a death-bed together-closed the eyes of loved ones, nud thou sat down with tho Bible bo- twecn them to read tho promises. Now she was about to cross the dark river alouo. And it was strange and sud to tho old man, and the yellow-haired grand-daughter loft them, to her babble of walks in the woods and gathering May flowers, and strolling with John; of petty housohold cares that she had always put down with a strong reso- lute hand ; of wedding festivals and death- bsd triumphs; and when at midnight shs heard tho bridegroom's voice, and the old man bending over her, cried pitifully, and the young grand-daughter kissed her pale brow, there was a solemn joy in her voico us she spake tho names of her children, one by one, as if she saw them with immortal eyes, and with one glad smilo put on immor- tJIItYa They lcd the old man sobbing away, and when ho saw her again tho sun was shining, tho sir was jubilant with the songs of birds, and she lay nslcop on the couch under the north window whcro ho had soon hcr so often lic down to rest, while waiting for tho Sabbath bell. And she wore the same best black silk, and the string of gold beads about hcr neck, and tho folds of white tulle, only now the brooch with his miniature was wanting, and in its place was a whlto rose, and a spray of cedar; sho had loved cedar-she had iovod to sing over hor work :â€". lood cider vinegar is rocommoudod for disrrlm'a, two ounces for un adult and ouo toaspoonful, modcruto diluted, for a child ‘of l your. Au cxcclisnt romcrly for hiccougb for young and old is granulated sugar moistcuod with puio viucgur. For an iu- fsut givc from a fuw grainsto u touspoouful. Rear in mind that lemons urn tho most usu- fui fruit in domestic ccouomy. Tho julco of bulf n lcmnn in u toucup of strong, black cofl'oc, without sugar, will oftou curc u sick, headache. Lcmon juico and suit will rcmovo ordinary iron rust. If tho lmuds arc stain- cd thoro is nothing that will romovo the stain so wcll as lemon. Cut a lomon in half, and apply tho cut surfncu us if it woro soap. Lemon juico is also a romody for rheumatism and for tho s0~oalled biliious- noss of spring. lu tho lattcr csso tako tho juice of a lomon boforo breakfast; tho pulp may also bo oaton, avoiding ovory partlclu of skin, Lcmou juico, with sugar, mixml vory thick, and tnkcu at intorvuls, roliuvpu coughs. It must bo vcry acid us woll as swoot. H.»- Tlie Meal Times of the Ancients‘. Tho Greeks and Romans partook of lun- ohoon, but both it nnd their breakfast woru vory slight monls. l'lvon if tho luttor con- sistod_of hot dishos, us it generally did, thcy were not of a vory substantial character, and scolng that tho breakfast was oaton immodl- atoly on rising, vory early, tho luncheon could not be regarded in tho light of nu in- sult to the breakfast and nu injury to the dinnsr-in which way it is not unfrcquently spoken of by English cplcurcs. When ono has brokon ono's fust botwocn six and sovon a. m. by swallowinga low mouthfuls ofbrcnd dipped in a light wine, aftor tho manner of tho Grocks, or broad with salt, driod grapes olives or choeso, after tho Roman fashion, onc may legitimately bo entitled to a bot dish of fish or eggs at noon. A luncheon under those circumstances cannot conic undur tho category of citlior insult or injury to any other meal. The rm nu. or dinner-supper of classical times, consisting of throo courses, hora our/‘m, piquunt disius, thcn fish, and meat in sovoral removes, wns hold in far too high ostccm by cplcurcan appotitses to allow of its being iujurcd by any previous reps-st. “Not till tho supper or dinner, call it what we will, was sorvod did tho noble Roman tuko bis daily food with luxurious olsgnnco and to-day would have boon their diamond and case. The ovsulngmual was for tho few, wedding. “'o bud planned much for it, and not for tho-many. Those who parixmk and I wonder-l wonder-but no j \thro of it reclined at length on nouclica, in tho they nro thcro is neither marriage, nor giv- splrltof fcataicnjoymcnt and social picaauro, fng in marriage. donuod liko a murriagc robo. Dinner or supper, this was the meal of tho day. llual- nsss was loft behind, caro and toil worn for- gotten, the day's work was dorm." This graceful poop st un ancient lfomnn'a dinner, from the pen of ouo vuracd in tho domastlo ilfc of those timos, is sufficirnt broadly to show that, after all, our own habits sro not vsry dissimilar; but it should bu romombir oil that, liko our moro immodiaia [H'bllwtl' sor'a ths Romans were not as uldicnsd to turning night into day as we aro, and that although tho iato dinner was tho moal of tho day the hour st which it was partakou of was far earlier than ours; and that consa- qucntly it may be assumed the lateness was divsstod of many of its pernicious results. lndsod, tho Romans hul l'groat rcgard for tho valus of daylight, artificial light was little resorted to, and ho wont to bod, generally speaking, at the cloao of day.â€"l//m1on Sod- sly. Lemon Juico as a Ouraiivc. Bear ln mind that lemons are the moat useful fruit in domsstic economy. Thsjulce of half a lemon lo a toacup of strong black coffee, without sugar, will oitsn curs a sick headache. Lemon juice and salt, will n- movs ordinary iron rust. ll tbs hands arc stained thcro ls nothing that will rcmove tbs stains so well as lemon. Cut alcmou in half and apply the cut surface as if it were soap. Lemon juice ls alaoa remedy for rheumatism and for the aomllsd biliouams of lipring. ln the latter case, take tho juice of s forum " 0h, may l in lill courts bo soon I Like a young cedar, fresh and green." But what a strange transformation was there l Tho wrinkles wcrc gone. Tho traces of age, and pain, and woarincss were al smoothed out ; tho face had grown strangely young, and n placid smile was laid on the pals lips. The old man was awed by tho likeness to the bride of his youth. Ilo kiss‘ cd tho unresponsive lips, and said softly :- “ You've found heaven first, Janet ; but you'll come for mo soon. It's our first part~ ing in over soventy yours; but lt won't bo for long-it won't bo for long." And it was not. The winter snows havc not fallen, .04->“_-â€"â€"_ “ 0ur Pnthcr." A good womafi, scorching out the chil- dren of want, ono cold day, tried to open a door in tho third story of a wretched house, when sho hoard a little voice say: “Pull tho string up hlghi Pull thc string up high l" She looked up and saw a string, which, on being pulled, liftod s latch ; and aho opened tho door upon two littlo, half- nskcd children, all alone. Very cold and pitiful they looked. "Do you take cars of yourselves, little ones 2" askod the good woman. "God does," said tho oldest. "And are you not vsry cold? No fire on a day like this 2" "0h! when we are very cold, ws creep under the quilt, and I put my arms round Tommy, and Tommy puts his arms round mc, and we say, ‘Now I lay ma,’ than ws got warm," aald the llttls girl. “And what have you to oat, pray l" "Wham granny comes homo abs fetchos something. Granny says (lod has got enough. Granny calls us God's sparrows ; and we say ‘Our Father’ and ‘daily broad Tears camels tbs good woman's ayes. Shshad amiatrustfng spirit harasif; but those two little "sparrows," psrohsd la that cold, upper chamber, taught her a awaet lessonoifaithsndtrust abawillasvsr for- o sdths door, and ho walked past her got. . - W aduavistlmwmll 4W I!!! bl M'ftnugu'. “0°35 1 b1" It!“ mle-f UN ‘dadoso to the hoses; but,“ I pl-IOO. abutting it ln from the duty-whites high and sat down without a wprd, and so w.“ i'clnt. it ‘ruins-livid than that llamas-dons hundred times since loam. ‘widths gm arch. now, the puiums oi road. changed n,‘ his gm with the My“; m- [\‘OMfluh (o, Now Yod)_uOh’ would artainly dis within a year. Ha Oderbrook, aadthenaeansno probabilitylmrd-nsgneta myaoavfls, and,lflhavo lluncbbyjmysslfonbread andjamsndl hour's “my that hhwifg dldmt ho'ldm'ym lknowall about Conads. lt'l l a tumbler of milk, WW. A"! All! writes i him. It was two hours before ho was shin g a lovely country." Miss Oldfamâ€"“ You wont to Missouri, ‘bought a saddle horns of my being able to gratify my curiosity by , s punish for anything, it is for a doubls , . , and took to tho woods. lls rods horseback ‘ any morn lsgiiimafe means. jwhite uarciasna. Aunt Theododa had ms away in we of tho windows, and Aunt Km- , cc. aster a word. Terror had paralyzed his, have summer-ad than?’ "Ob we MY" as wall ll "'06. foraixmoothsoraysat. licatrsngtbsoed; "“apitythsrelm'taomeyoungtbfng'inhcgudsn; Ihadiookedwhllsahstooklilybuisshstulfwithaomeplania growing ‘peach, and hahad ksptou walking me-lconaidsronesummcr anything. We spout --â€"â€"â€"â€"--‘<_o¢â€">-â€"â€"-â€"-- hiaiusgs aadjiis gmnl bsalihinthhtima'ilka yourself tokaop company with yos."luienund is yenssday, bsamnlkaawthsy input lathe other. Aunt Thoododa is chanioally. ssvsnl years than. It was just aftsr pl Tails careto haanacmmnust in proaps- Buttbmwaassmldm sore thrust fromthlollle mmblss on. looking ‘P “ Wilmttobslnblo-omlnhfay. Mhhfllm~lmmhiml HO VII M"? the sameman in health NM" “ROW?” “\°'- ldon’tre 7",! ‘b'wl'lm furofyournotbsingone whichhedidtwtlwvwf- :Vbnvl'nd" fish's! llfly'lllmllll l peer in through ghs gross: archway labor brown llasn apron aadgsrdsaing- an. that. immurwmhakhswummdflm',iaadversity. . . , . sumptioo, and that the (funeral was rcganl- l not can to matings old Mollle'a godplngl laurel walk yet, and aunt Tbaododa's gar- ancisnt ivisd elnu and oaks and chestnuts, I before brookfut, the pulp may also be eaten, avoiding every psrt'cle of akin. Lemon jull u with sugar mixed very thick and taken at in tonsil relieves coughs. It must be vary acid