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THE LADY AND THIS PANTHER. We“! ! Courage Shown by a Woman *1; Desperate Circumstances. Mrs. , 1â€",wife of. a Bombay ofifial, sends uskhe foll;wing accoun: of a recent advenmre: I was visiting some friends at Matheran, a do ' htful hill resort, which afi'ords an agrees le relief during the hot .seasou to a large number of jaded Bombay cfiiciils. On my arrival at Bella Vista, I found that some other of 8â€"’s friends had unexpectedly asked tobe put up and ware indeed occu- pying the spare room of the bungalow. I therefore insisted that no change should be made in the family arrangements on my ac- count. At my earnest solicitation I was al lowed to have my way and take up my quar- ters in a cool, inviting tent erected about thirty yards from the house, and which I found mine host was using as a study. The removal of his books was the work of a few minutes, and these were quickly replaced by the necessary furniture of a bedroom. I soon found everything arranged to my mind, and I congratulated myself upon having secured the coolest and most delightful slee ing apartment in the place. The loo out from the door was one of exceptional beauty. The moon shone out clear and soft over the whole landscape before me. Having done a great deal that day, I was very weary and tired, so I soon prepared for bed. My little fox terrier Fidget, my only companion, took up her usual place at the foot of my bed. I crept under the mosquito curtains and soon sunk into a sound sleep. In about an hour I was awakenedb the growling and barking of Fidget, an by the light of the moon I caught sight of a huge panther itinding in the doorway of my tent. Its eyes were flash- ing fire, and it was lashing its long tail fur- iously to and fro, as if it really meant mis. chief. In a moment more it seemed on the point of making a spring at me, and I could no longer doubt that it was bent on making a meal on my dog or myself. I in no way, however, lost my presence of mind, as I commenced shouting with all my might, which caused the beast to beat a retreat. He walked slowly towards the open door, by which he had entered, but only to walk round the outside of the tent and enter by another opening, which brought him some- what nearer to the bed. I stretched out my hand and clutched at my candles and matches - and 'juickly,struck alight. This, together with my shouting and the dog's barking, startled the animal, and he again disappear. ed. I was not certain that he would stand such trifling any longer, so I made a dash for my dressing-gown, slipped into my slippers, tucked my dog under my arm and ran for my life. Unfortunately, i could not tell where the animal was, and the dark shrubbery with trees overhead looked just the place for him to be hiding ; but I sad to take my chance, and Iran as if fifty bulls were behind me, leaving my slippers on the path, and tumbling up the steps, I fell into the verandah panting. I rushed to the door, which was locked from the rest of the house, and knocking loudly called out " Mr. 8â€", there is a panther in my tent." You can imagine the commotion ; everyone was abOut in a few seconds ; the gentlemen all seized their guns and ran out to see if there was any chance of a shot, and I was made a great fuss of ; evervone said what a wonderful escape I had h..d. They saw no more of the panther, but the next morning we heard that he made for the house of an- other friend some distance off, and there he attempted to carry off abig English bull- dog, which he found asleep in the inner ver. randah. Fortunately the cries of the dog brought the servants to the rescue, but not before its throat and face had been fright- fnlly mauled. My friends are all of the opinion that the mosquito curtains saved my life. The beast was evidentally very hungry and was at one moment preparing to spring upon us, but he was puzz'ed by my surroundings and probably took them for some kind of trap. But I never for a moment lost my presence of mind ; this and the watchfulness of my little dog en- abled me to beat a safe retreat and escape the jaws of my midnight visitor.â€" [The Lon- don Queen. The Kourbssh. The old saying, “it is hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” is verified by the difficulty the English have found in abolishing the tom'th in Egypt. It is a time-honored Egyptian institution, for the whip and the stick appear in the piintlngs in the oldest Egyptian tombs. The English, Very proper- ly. thought it brutal and degrading to use a stick for extracting toxes from unwilling tax- payers, or true testimony from reinsuant wr:nes-es. They, therefore, ordered the total and immediate abolition of the kourbash throughout E gypt. The decree has undo the use of the stick illegal, but the Egyptian peasants regard its abolition as a doubtful blessing. Canon Taylor gives, in his “Egyptian Note-book,” an amusing illustration of the peasants‘ opinion of the reform. His :dcnkey-boy, a well-to do married man of forty, said to him one evening: "Mas- ter, you want me to morrowl My brother Hassau, all same we, go along you." “Well, Mahomet." replied the Canon, “I don't mind taking Hassan tomorrow; but why can’t you go yourself, as usus ll ' "M ot plenty of business tomorrow,â€" my 'tichler business. his not go to marrow, if my master not mind." “ Well, what sort of business is it that is so particular 2" “ his want to go to prison.” Hahomet had been fined sixty piastres (three dollars), with the alternative of two days' imprisonment, for allowing his donkeys to stand at some forbidden spot in Cairo. If the Canon would consent to take his bro- ther Hassan, he Mshomet, would go to pri- son and save the plastres; but rather than let the job go out of the family he would pay the money. Mr. Taylor agreed to take lisssan, and Mahomet went to prison. When he came out, Canon Taylor asked him about the old times, when the stick was used. He would then, he said, have had a dozen strokes of the konrbash, and the whole business would have beenover in ten minutes. He prefer- red the kourbssh toeilber the fine or the prison. . . Moreover, his wife had insisted on the piastres being saved, she had reward- ed her good man's compliance oy taking to him in prison the best dinner he had eaten for inth tracks. rd t, In th An an peasan 003 no c e a ~ plieatiogyolf the stick to the soles of his naked feet, but he likes even less to pay fines or taxes. In the old days a fellab with plenty of money thought himself bound to take a certain number of strokes before pay- ing his taxes. He also knew that if he paid them forthwith, his wife would be likely to administer the stick herself to express her contempt for her husband’s want of frugality and courage. STRUGGLE WITH. A MADMAN. The Terrible Experiences of the Brothers and Mother ct Frank Berg. Frank Berg, a young German, aged 23, liv- ing with his family, in West Twentieth Street, Chicago, has for several years been considered mildly insane. Two years ago he was sent to the asylum at Jefi'srson, but was released in a few months and returned home. He never exhibited any signs of vio- lence until last night about 10 o'clock, when. without warning, he struck his mother and commenced to abuse her in the vilest manner. His brothers s he to him sharply, but this only ininriafe him, and seizing a chair, he rushed at his mother with the evident inten- tion of braining her. The two brothers seized him and succeeded in forcing him into the kitchen, where a ter- ribls struggle took place. The intention of the brothers was to throw the lunatic to the floor and tie him hand and feet. With the cunning of a madman he divined their obj act and used every portable obj act in the room to defend himself. Time and again he hurled his brothers to "the floor, biting, scratching and kicking at lthem whatever they came within reach. In the scuflle the madman's clothes were almost torn from his body, his arms being bared to the shoulders. In some way his bare arm came in contact with the kitchen stove, which was still hot. The hot iron burned the madman's flesh and so infuri- ated him that he turned his wrath from his brothers to the stove. He rushed at it and declared he would throw it into the street. The lunatic endeavored to pick the stove up in his arms, but the hot iron burned his flesh in half a dozen places. W'ith a roar of pain he loosened his hold and put forth every ifi'ort to upset the stove. Fearing shat he would succeed and set the house on fire the brothers again interfered. After a long struggle in which the lunatic battered and bruised his face and eyes ina terrible manner, he was finally thrown to the floor in an exhausted condition and tied hand and foot. Although only partially conscious the madman struggled hard to break his bonds, and the family concluded that the only thing to be done was to call in the police. A pitrol wagon was summoned. As soon as the maniac saw the officers he became wild again and fought as well as he could against being removed. Fifteen min- utes ware spent trying to get him out andl the officers were finally compelled to roll him in a heavy blanket and trap him up. He was taken to the Detention Hospital for the Insane. The physicians there report his condition serious. The room where the struggle took place at the Berg's residence presented a terrible appearance. Nearly every piece of furniture in the room is broken and blood is smeared over everything. The. two brothers were severely bruised. __._â€"â€"â€" Paralyzed by Chewing Gum- The most remarkable case that has come under the observation of the medical frater- nity in the city of Harrisburg, Pa , for a long time is that of Mary Yountz, aged twelve years, who is suffering from facial paralysis. This sfii‘ction is due to chewing gum, she having employed the use of her jaws so constantly during the last three months that the muscles of her face are powerless and her nerves are in a dilapidated condition. When she laughs her face pre- sents an amusing sight and yet there is much sympathy felt for the little girl, as her condition is regarded as a serious one by the physicians who have been called upon to treat her. In whatever position she is able to twist her mouth the muscles remain, and the face is thus in a contorted shape until one of the members of her family assists her with their hands to place it in proper condi- tion. Her chin drops, and it frequently becomes necessary to tie a bandage over her head to keep the lower jaw in the proper place. Mary is now under the care of Dr. Bites, who is applying plasters to her face. and under this treatment she seems to be improving, though very slowly. Two Much For the Lawyer- A lawyer, who had been bafiiad by a fem- inine witness whom he was cross-examining, at last said, with an air of mystery : “ Now, madam. having got to the street in which you reside, will you please answor frankly which side of the street you live on?" On either side,” quietly answered the witness. "How can that be 2" thundered the exas- perated lawyer. “ Why, if you’re ooing up the street, I live on the right side; but if you are going down, I live on the left side." General laughter, and the lawyer gave it up. The Two Parrots. An old retired major and an old maid lived in adjoining houses, and each of them had a parrot. The old lady was very religi- ons, and had only taught her parrot scrip- rural phrases, whilst the major a bird, hav- ing been brought up in the barracks, had heard the use of bad language. The lady gave a party, and invited the major to attend and bring his parrot. He did so, and on carrying the bird into the room it looked around and called out ; “ I wish that blanked old Wimau next door was dead ;" and the old lady ’s parrot at once chimed in with : “ We beseech thee to hear us, dear bn thren." Good Cause for Hatred- Jobsouâ€"“ Hang portieres, I say I" ch~ souâ€"“Correct. They generally are hung. But why do you dislike them ‘3" Jobsonâ€" “ Well, afew ears ago, when a man was angry, he coul bang the doors and so re- lieve his feelings. Now, well, you can’t baugaportiere. There seems to be really nothing; left to do but keep a cat and tramp on it.’ Wanted to Borrow Horseshoes. In the pioneer days of New Hampshire articles of ornamentation were almost un- known, and most articles of use were rare. In 1768 there were in the town of San- bornton but three horses, three greatcoats, and two men each owned a pair of boots. Itis said that the first person who had shoes upon his horse gave great ofience to a neighbor, who was about to go on a journey, byrefnaingtolendhisborscsboestobeus’ed on moccasins. The Liarmoset. For those who are fond of keeping pets there is no more engaging and interesting little fellow in the worl than the Brazilian Striated Marmoset. He is a monkey, itis true, but his diminutive also, cleanly habits and affectionate disposition, make himthe beau ideal of what a pet should be. There isno better place in the world to observe his peculiarities in captivity than on heard one of the great ocean smamers that ply between the South American and Euro- pean ports, for none of these big ships ever leave Rio de J anelro for the Old World without many of the little animals on board. For an hour (it so before the ships leave port on their homeward voyage, one or two of the never failing bumboats come along- side loaded up to two or three feet above the gunwale with amixed-up heap of oranges, bananas, parrots and marmosets. Each of the boats is in charge of a couple of black half-breeds, a man and a wo- man. Her ladyship, who never weighs less than three hundred pounds, is not orna~ mental, but in her double on acity of she- seaman and boat ballast is use u! enough. As soon as the bumboats have reached the ship, which lies at her moorings in the bay, the man in the boat sin s out for some one to throw him a rope, he rope is always thrown, and he at once takesa large basket filled with oranges and bananas on each arm, seizes the rope in his hands, sticks his great black feet against the smooth side of the ship, thrown himself backward into a nearly hori- z intal position, and, pulling on the rope hand over hand, walks as easily up the side of the huge ship as a white man would walk up a ladder. It takes but a short time for the man to sell his fruits, and then he at once begins the sale of his parrots and monkeys, which are all this time piled in a confused, wriggling mass in the bumbnat, screamini’, chattering, fighting and struggling with all their might and main. The monkeys are never more than seven to eight inches in length, are deep gray in color, with a brushy tall from twelve to fourteen inches long, and are clothed in a soft, woolly fur. The expression of their faces is more human-like than that of any monkey I have ever seen; but let them be ever so young, they always give one the idea of being iitile, withered old men. In a wild state in the woods they much resemble squirrels in their movements and habits, and insects, small birds, eggs and fruit supply them with food. As the man disposes of his monkeys, he throws a small line over the ship's side to his fat companion, who ties a batch of some half-dozen of these woolly little animals altogether to her end of it, and the man draws them up. They don't like it, and every monkey is evidently impressed with the idea that each of his fellow-prisoners is in some way or other responsible for the situation, for every monkey at once pitches into every other monkey, and bites, screams and makes the fur fly in all directions. ' As soon as the ship is at sea, the owners_of these little wretches have a bad time of it. Each one of the marmosets has been bought as a speculation, at from one to three dollars each, and when laud- ed safely in Europe is worth from fifteen to twenty dollars. Inasmuch as three of them, if they live, will reimburse the own- er the amount of his passage-money,hardly a steeragepassengerstartscnhisvoyagewithout having two or three monkeys under his care; and as very few have had the foresight to provide themselves with cages to keep them in, they tie straps audbitsof roperound their captives’ stomachs, and fasten them to rings and bolts all over the foredeck. These wrinkled, old men are vet y cunning. About half of them manage to slip through their chains before the voyage is many hours old, and are to be seen cutting their capers on the masts and yards of the ship far up aloft. The men of the crew never buy either monkeys or parrots, but before they have been many days at sea are the owners of ihreefcnrths of the monkeys on board, as those in the rigging are looked upon as the legitimate spoil cf any one daring enough to catch them. When the marmoset has once fallen into the herds of any of the firemen or sailors, he is safe for the rest of the voyage. These men thoroughly understand him, and in- stead of coging him or tying him up, carry him about inside their jickets, and fondle and talk to him. In a few hours he is a fast friend; nothing will drive him away from the man. Mauya timeI have put these little fel- lows into the most ungovernahle rage by simply talking to their protector. These l little monkeys are so outrageously jealous . that no one who understands their nature ever attempts to keep more than one at a time. They expend all their love and icy- alty on one object, and will fret themselves to death under fancied neglect. Although in a wild state marmosets are no more carnivorous than the squirrel. if they are not supplied liberally with animal foodlu captivity, their tails will be found to get shorter and shorter day by day. I have often watched them sitting in their cages, with their tails drawn up between their legs, the end of it clutched tightly in what we will call their hands, and chewing away at the tips of their tails as if they were the greatest delicacies in the world. They will peel off with their teeth all the fur and skin, and when they have exposed a half- inch or so or raw tail-tip, will amputate the joint with a few vigorous bites and lugs, and go through with the severed joint much as aiquirrel does with a nut, ejecting the fieshiess vertebrae from their mouths to the bottom of the cage. I remember well a scene I once witnessed on board a homeward-bound ship. I was standing on the bridge talkin to the editor, when we were both attract by the most boisterous laughter from a crowd of passen- gers standing front of a row of monkey cages. On going down to see what all the fun was about, I found that three monkeys, confined in one cage, had managed to get hold of the tail of an unfortunate monkey in a ca e next to them. When I first saw them, al three had braced themselves, and were holding on with all their might. They had pulled their victim tight up to the bars of his own cage, and had full pos- session of his tail from one end to the other; the screams of the poor little wretch could be heard all over the ship. In the midst of it alla grizzled old Irish fireman, who was looking on, said to no, “Not a "int will he have in his tail when they've us with him.” And so it proved. This fiendish trioheldontothetallaslong as there was â€"â€" anything left of it to hold to. They nibbled of the vertebrae till there was not one left. a process which occupied them several hours. The on-lookers would allow no lnterfer~ once, and, as I had no interest in any of the monkeys, I was powerless to vent what seemedto me a cruel exhibi on, but any one, who has ever made long voyanee at sea, will understand with what delight any- thing ls hailed that helps to break the monotony of enforced idleness. That the victim sufl'sred much piiuI hardly think likely. I believe his cries were caused chiefly by his disappointment at seeing other monkeys eating a tail, which he had calculated on some day enjoy ing himself. I shall never forget his expression of face as he watched, with his head turned back over his shoulder, his tail getting smaller and smaller. and the ludicrously absurd way in which he behaved when the sev:=r- ance of the last joint gave him again oom- parative and literally curtailed liberty. This little tailless monkey belonged to a Portuguese passenger bound for Lisbon. On the ship arriving in port the man could nowhere find his monkey, and had to land without It. into Pauillac on the River Gironde, twenty miles from Bordeaux, where the French mail-bags are left. Some passengers for England came on board, and amongsu them three English boys with their tutor. They had been spending their holidays in the Pyrenees, and were looked upon by the sailors as good customers for their monkeys. Each of the two older boys bought one, the youngest. who was about eight years old and one of the handsomest boys I ever gaw, said he didn't want one and refused to ny. While talking to the boys on deck after dinner, and standing a running fire of ques- tions from them about monkeys and parrots and other things of boyish interest, I asked the youngest boy, “ Why didn’t you buy a monkey 2" "0h," he said, “I’m going tohave one that'll make those two fellows’ mouths water! I’m going to buy a monkey without a tail. The‘man I'm going to buy it from says ,8 the only one of the sort that‘s ever been caught." Of course the monkey was the one that had had his tail eaten off, and the man who sold it to the boy was the grizzly old Irish fireman, who stole it the night before the ship got into Lisbon. I have known two instances of the mar- moset breeding in captivity, and am told that when the interesting event does occur, the family arrangements and discipline are very amusing to witness. The first thing the little mother does is to indulge her can- nibal propensities by eating as much of one of her infant monkeys as paterfamiliaa will permit. She usually devours about half of one of them, always beginning with the head, be- fore her husband interferes. He then puts his foot down, and from that time she ap- pears to have no inclination to hurt her lit- tle ones. The infant family usually at first consists of three, reduced by cannibalism to two. Almost the only attention the babies got is from their father; the mother does nothing for her babies but supply them with food. When they are satiified, the monkey babies are instantly handed back to the father. The little lady at these times treats her lord with studied disrespect, and often vio~ lenoe. The use of common sense will enable any one easily to keep these little pets, as they will readily eat any fruits or vegetables; meat can only be neglected with one result, and as the marmoset is a delicate little tro- pical animal, the temperature he has to live in must never be lower than seventy-six de- grees Fahrenheit. ..__._._..__......â€" Rules for Acquiring Greatness. Ambitious Youthâ€"" Father, I am un- willing to go through life a nobody. I wish to have a, name. I long to breathe the sweet atmosphere of fame. I am resolved to be- come great. Will you advise me?" Wise Fatherâ€"“ With pleasure. The foundaticn of greatness is a good education.” “ I am laying it." " Next you need industry and good habits.” ” Yes. What else i" “ Al- ways be polite to newspaper men.” The Deer Departed. An old couple, she a widow woman and he a widow man, married after a brief courtship, and he sold his house and moved over to here. The first article of furniture that he added to her collection was an old sunbonnet, which he hung in the entryway; saying, “ I couldn't be contented no way, Sallie, if I didn't see Betsy Ann's bunnit hangiu' up there.” “ Well,” said she, “I shall go straight up garret for Josiah’s old hat, which I was decent enough to put away when I knew you were coming here." And so she did, and Josish’s old hat, and Betsy Ann‘s bunnit hang side by side at the pre sent day.â€" [Boston Transcript. The Pinkeiel he Caught. On a recent trip Governor Rontt gave me permission to tell a fish story, which, he says, General Grant enjoyed exceedingly. In the early days of Leadville's boom a group of miners and good fellows were gathered around the tavern stove spinning yarns. One had caught a 10 pound trout, another had harpooned a whale in the Arctic seas, and so on, when up spoke the little Govern- or: “ “fell, boys, all that's nothing to my luck ; I once caught a ickerel that weighed 180 pounds l" “Oh, overnor! a pickerel weighing 180 pounds 2" resounded from all sides. No one would believe the tale, but Routt persisted, and, after vainly trying to shake their incredulity ex lained : “ Pick. erel is my wife's name." e says he never spent a cent for cigars or other luxuries dur- ing the reel: of his visit. One of his hearers gave him a share in the mine that started him on the high road to great wealth.â€"[Chi~ cago America. A young person named Irving Latimer, . in 39.01 at Jackson, Mlch., is receiving large quantities of flowers and good 'hfngs to eat from kind-hearted ladies o! my. place. He is accused of murdering his mother for her money. Should he prove to be innocent he will no doubt feel bound to return gifts which were made under a misapprehension of the facts. The good ladies would even thersbe shocked to learn that the jellies they had prepared forau interesting mur- derer had been eaten by an innocent im- poster. Two days afterward We put‘ A YOUNG GIRLS CRUISE. She Shoots Ber Lover's lather and Then Kills lei-self. Favms,hfo., Feb. 20â€"Alovocrssed girl, 16 years of , and a Colt's revolver fig- ured loan a nl tregedy here the other day. The girl was Flora Rohr, one of the pret. tiest and most intelligent girls in the town. She was attending school. - Living next to the Bohr residence was the family of E. J. Johnson. Millar- John. 80nd, one of the ruins, is ha tipung man of ‘30 an is very popu arwit e nun le of both sexes. They tell in loyve wgitmbh other and became engaged. Mrs. Johnson, the mother of the boy, soon heard of the engagement and at once took mum to break it of. She gave her son a sound lecturing, but the youu man did not fall in readin with his mot er's views. He in- sisted that he wanted the girl. I‘hen Mrs. Johnson turned her attention to the girl. She berated her and charged her with tak. ing her son’s afi'eotion from his mother. The 'girl's only answer was tears. Mrs. Johnson ordered her son not to visit the girl, but he would not obey, and the mother blamed the girl for his disobedience. The girl’s life was rendered miserable by these quarrels. The other night the lovers met clandestinely, but somebody who observ- ed them reported the meetin to Mrs. John- son. The latter sent for issRJhr a‘. 10 o'clock the next morning. The girl put her father‘s revolver in her pocket. What took place betwoe i the girl and the matron will never be known. The neighbors heard two pistol shots, and on entering the room found Flora stretched on the carpet dead, with a bullet in her head. Mrs. Johnson lay wounded on the other side of the room, a bullet having as sed through her body from the back. he wound is pronounced mortal. The tragedy caused a great sensation an the house was soon surrounded by hundreds of people. ._.____‘â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"- Stsnley's Method. I remember Stanley once saying to me, just as I was staitiu to ascend the Congo: " Pat a native, slap lm if you will Willh the open hand, but never strike him with the closed fist, and never shoot until you are first attacked and escape seems hopeless." This was meantâ€"and I, too, quote itâ€"as both literal and fi urative advice. The “ patting policy” is t s only one thatoarries an explorer safely through Negro Africa, and it is the one that men llke Livingston, Spoke, Grant. Kirk, Thomson, De Brazzi, Emln. Schwelnfurth, Lonsdale, Coquilhat, and Vangele have pursued with such suc- cess ; whereas what I would term the “ fist fashion"â€"-â€"the imp atient recourse to brute forceâ€"has often led to grievous disasters, and has never resulted in much increase of knowledge or gain to civilization. It is the application of thg old fable, “ The wind, the sun, and the traveler, or persuasion is better than force." which is so often needed as an explanation of African success and failures. A savage is much like a cat. Once get your handâ€"your open hand, your palm, not your fistâ€"in contact with his body, gently and in friendship, and it is rare that he does not yield sympathetically. If he waxes friendly you may pat his broad bsck approv- ingly, if he is saucy you may vent your an- noyance in a smart slap, but beware of the kick and the knee -dowu blow. The effectually preclude reconciliation. Cha the savage, poke him in the ribs, pull his ear, make him grin, and urge the in on into a laugh, and he is yours, and t e con- tagion of good humor spreads among his hesitating fellows. You need not go in for bufioonerios or lower that dignity which should always attend the white mannbut on will find a little layfulness, a little inman sympathy and induces in no way prejudice the respect that the poor savage innately feels for theâ€"to himâ€"godlike white man. In penetrating and over-running these uncivilized lands European travelers should remember that they belong. to the native inhabitants, not to the civrlizsd dis- covererâ€"it is their country, not oursâ€"Tami this is too easily forgottenâ€"[The Fortnight- ly Review. - ..â€"_____..-. England's Degradation. One day last week Lady Henry Somerset, avery earnest and eloquent 0 am ion of total abstinence, was initiated at ereford into the Order of Rechabites, and in a long speech spoke out frankly about drinking at Whitechapel. “ A week or two ago, on a Saturday night,” she said, “ I was walking down W'hitechapel Road, and as I went a great longing came into my heart that I could take some of the leading men of our land down into the midst of that scene. Not contented with the ordinary public house they have now invented a new methodâ€"that of having an archway in the o 11 street, with only a counter, over whlc drink is served to the passer-by, so that the public need open no door as they pass. All these laces are served by young girls. Your cart: would have sickened i you could have looked on those youn faces. Isay shame on us as a nation. a America the amount of drink is enormous. But there is all honor to the nation in one respect ; their feeling about children and young girls does not exist in Eu land. You never find a native born American 1 serving as a bar- maid in the States. n all the land over which waves the Stars and Stripes on will not find young girls laced in pos ideas of such temptation and inhaler. "i can not describe e horrors of that scene in Whitechapel, the streets illuminated by the lights of gin soon. There is a low theatre, which is oln the devil's work six days out of seven. hose theatres are now being licensedto sell drink on Sunday, as if six days were not enough! How can I put before you the sin and misery of that scene? To soothe children flocking out of those dens of sin l I state no exaggeration, no overdrawn picture. You have only to read the police reports. Last year you will find in London alone 500 children under 10 years old were taken up dead drunk, and there were 1500 under 14 and 2000 under 21. [Pall Mall Gazette. Not So Much to be Pitied. “ See the poor trees," said a et’o mindrd girl to the young man with W cm she was walking. ” They look so lonely and comfort- less standing there with no covering what ever out in the bitter cold." “ Oh, well, it doesn’t make so much differ- ence now, even if they do feel it." “ Why not 1" " The will be re-leaved in spring." That riendship was broken up 2 AAA! i