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YOUNG FOLKS. ms musics Ann THBBUBGLAB. s One day to a neighboring town on detain him all night. lonely without h to bed early, espe a severe headache, Maurice sle in small room which adjoine hers. The town clock struck 1'2. It was a moon- and the boy’s room was flooded He was not asleep, for f pain, Still he to waken Mr. Horn was called away business which was to The house seemed im, and all were glad to g cinlly Mrs. Horn, who had t on a cot light night, with the soft rays. he was having one of his seasons 0 which were so sadly‘fre'quent n'ow. wasas quiet as a mouse, fearing his mother, who had at last fallen into a life were busy good little boy ever sound slumber. with every subject a _ thought of, and at last turned to t society. ” It is very easy to be kind,” he thought, “ exce t when my leg hurts me uncommonl or everybody is so good to me. should really like to try being nice to some- body quite disagreeable." pain ceasing for awhile, he wakened suddenly by the fthe boards in the floor, es he saw a man stepping Maurice His thong he Pleasant bad, Then, the slept. He was a creaking of one o and opening his ey softly toward h was not half as frighten shouldbe under the circumstances. there was a chance to was hard to be so this surely was that chance, and who could be much more disa- greeable than a burg Quick as a flash h ‘ es and jumped out of bed. “ Mr. Burglar l” he called, softly. The man turned. " Please, Mr. Burglar, do not wake my mamma; She has just fallen asleep. head aches dreadfull The man eyed t there in the white night-gown be blowed l” said he. led swiftly by him and shut is mother’s room. ed as he thought he If ever be pleasant when it lar? e seized his little crutch- e tiny figure standing “ Well, I’ll Maurice hobb the door between the two rooms. “ I’m cold, and my morrow if I don’t get . t'hinking he mu“ be “1‘37: V817 Pleasant 111' how my heart did leap with happiness ! deed, he went on to the astonished man 2 “I think you must be a nice man and I ly burgle because you are thing. g Will be awful to- back to bed.” Then, am t of sure you on Have I your head, or hungry, or some you any little boys l” “ Five,” asp “ Well, t em: on the mantel-piece which welcome to. And now,’ ed the man. 3 $1.45 over in my tin bank I am sure you are ’ added Maurice, into bed and making very sure that hes did not fall upon the floor, h to tuck me up '3” 1 be blowed l” mut- n ; but there was a in those hopping his crutc “ will you be kind enou “ \Vell, I certainly w1 tered Jack Jones agai moisture in his e of a burglar as around es not often found a tucked the bed-clothes Maurice as tenderly as his own mother could have done. “ Thank you,” said Maurice in a whisper. “ The money is at your serviceâ€"I give it to you. ’ “ Take hoarsely. youâ€"I’ll sp thin forefinger warningly ; It’ I ever undertook such a job, and it’ But they’re starving at homeâ€"you don’t know what it is to starve, ladâ€"and the mill has been shut down for weeks and there’s no work for an honest man.” “ I knew you were out of your head, or or something,” replied Maurice. r. â€"I don’t know your real nameâ€"â€" ’11 come around tomorrowâ€"without uaiuted with get you some 6 to think of He your money,” said the man, “ Lad, I’d the sooner. Let me tell eak soft,” as Maurice held up his s the first time s the last. hungry, “ New, M if you mentioning how you got acq me, you knowâ€"my papa will work, and you’ll never hav burglaring for a living always does what I ask him, sorry for me for being a cripple. Nurse dropped me when I was a baby.” Jack drew his sleeve across his eyes. " I’ll be here,” he said, and was gone. “ And he didn,t take my Maurice, regretfully, thinking little hungry boys, an once more to secure th ing of which he found broken. “I’m glad I pleasant to him.” ' Then he opened the door into his mother’s She was still asleep. so he bed and tucked the clothes around himself as best he could. ened his eyes the next morn- ought was that his adventure been a dream, but the broken window He found his any more. because he’s so bank,” said of the five d hopping out of bed e window, the fasten- was room again. crawled into When he 0 ing his first t bud fastening told its story. father at home whenhc went down to bre fast. “ Papa,” he said, ” I got acquainted with nan while you were gone, and he has no work, and has five little boys, all very > Can’t you help him '3” “ Where does he live name 5'“ asked Mr. Horn. wonderingly. “ I didn't ask him many questions. seemed sort of bashful,” answered Maurice, as discreetly as Jack arrived a tux- spoori hungry. and what is his He ssihle. ut ten 10 o’clock, looking as unlikeabousebrcuker ascould be. ing that he was used to driving horses, Mr. llorn procured him a good situation as team- sfcr, where, from the latest accounts, he He and Maurice are the best of friends ; and although on all ordinary occasions there is the most'coinplete silence maintained as to the circumstances of their first meeting, yet sometimes when the little lame boy is perched u ion the wagon-seat be- side his friend he wil say : ofyour head or hungry, I was sure, Mr. B.” And .lack will reply with the same expres- sionof wonderment: “\\‘ell,l’ll blowed.” Find- wus doing well. " You were out Grandma's Story. “ Just one more story, grandma, about "lemmi- when you were a little girl and lived in the woods,” said Frank. And grandma drew off her spectacles and shut her book. “Ell So I took my Baby slept, and I As I got down vreat easy-chair. where I had ; thought I heard a strange ‘ offered a woman. sitting behind them, “ pcr- . ____________________________________.____â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" ARE CHILDREN HAPPY ? TheJoys and Sorrows or Child-me Bal- sneed. People have a rent deal to say about the hood. but they are grown For, after gone ofi' with father to the mill. Something rubbed ' st the door and made the latch rattle. felt afraid and went to the door and fastened the bolt. I stood still, listen- ing, with baby in my arms. he had sto ped cryingâ€"and I could hear my heart beat, thump, thump, thump! “ All at once there came a short, cruel kind of a bark, and then asnnp. A moment after the window broke with a loud crash, and I saw the lon head, open jaws, and fierce eyes of a wofi glaring in upon me. An angel sent by our good father in heaven must have told me in that instant of terror what to do. The wolf was climbin in through the small window, and to are lingered but a second or two would have been death. Moved as if by power not my own, and without thinking what was bestto do, I ran with baby held tightly in my arms to the stairs that went up. into the loft. Scarcel had my foot left the last step when the wolf was in the room below. \Vhen a savn e growl hespraug after me. As he did so I cf. the door fall over the stairway, and it struck him on the nose and knocked him back. A chest stood near, and somethin told me to pull this over the door. So I lai baby down and dragged at the chest with all my strength. Just as I got one corner over the door the wolf’s head struck it and knocked it up a little. But before he could strike it again I had the chest clear across. This would not have kept him back if I had not dragged another chest over the door and piled ever so many things on the top of these. How savagely did he growl and snarl ! But I was safe. “ And now I grew fri htened about mother. If she should comeIiack from the spring-house the wolf would tear her to pieces. There was only one window or open- ing in the loft, and that did not look toward the sprin -house, and so there was no way in which Tcould give her warning or let her know, if she had seen the wolf, that we were safe. “ For a long time the wolf tried to get at us, but at last I could hear him going down the stairs. He moved about the room be- low, knocked things about for ever so long, and then I heard him spring up to the win- dow. At the same moment I heard my father’s voice shouting not far off. Oh, Then came Lion’s heavy bark which grew excited, and I soon heard him tearing down the road in the wildest way. The wolf was still in the window. I could hear him struggling and breaking pieces of glass. Lion was almost upon him when my father called him off in a stern command. All was silent now, but the silence was quickly broken by the crack of a rifle, which sent a. bullet into the wolf’s head, killing him in- stantly. “ Father ! father l” I cried from the loft window. He told me afterward that my voice came to him as from the dead. He ran around to that side of the house. Mother was with him, looking as white as a sheet. I saw them both clasp their hands together in thankfulness to God. “ When I tried to pull the chests away I could not move them an inch. In my great danger God had given me strength to drag them over the loft-door, but now that the danger was past, in) little hands were too weak to remove them. So father had to climb up by a ladder in the loft-window and release the baby and me from our place of refuge. “ Mother (lid not know anything of our danger until she had finished her work in the spring-house. Just as she came out she saw the wolf’s head at the window, and at the same moment father and Lion appeared in sight.”-â€"Children’s Hour. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€".â€"â€"â€"'â€"â€" Brickmaking in Bagdad. The British Consul General at Bagdad in his latest report has some interesting obser- vations on brickmaking in that town. All Bagdad, with a population of about onehun- dred and sixteen thousand souls, may be said to be built of kilndried bricks. Stone is little used there, as it is in Mosul, in house building, and, although the tenacious clay of Irah gives good material, its use is confined chiefly to huts and agricultural squattiugs along the Tigris banks. There is thus an enormous demand for bricks. These are all hand made and kiln-dried. There are about twenty-five large and small kilns at work, in the hands chiefly of Jews and Christians, but the turn-out is far behind the demand. Half-built houses sometimes remain so for long periods for want of bricks. The kilns are dotted over the desert outside the city. Often in Spring, when the Tigris or Euphrates lays acres of ground under water, these stand like islands in the inun. dation, and brickmaking is suspended. The usual prices of bricks at the kiln side is £1 163. per 1,000 of twelve inches square, and 185. per 1,000 of seven inches square. The bricks are carried from the kiln on small donkeys, each taking not more than ten large or twentyfive small bricks.‘ In the course. of transit they get much broken, as the best, though good to look at and of a. chrome yellow color, are very brittle. An- other great promoter of the demand for bricks is the absorption of water every Win. for, bricks suffering equally with the mor- tar in which they are laid, owing to their porousness. Thus there is hardly a house or wall or brick pathway in Bagdad which does not constantly call for patching or re- buildiu with new bricks. The old city walls t rown down about [870 by Midhat Pasha. when Governor General, remain still in spite of years of burrowingand abstrac- tion, a mine of broken bricks. Under a late regime it was said that the right of takin these away and selling them was conferred as a substitute for pay on the soldiery ; but at present all classes seem to help themselves 1 to them. These remarks serve to show ' what a good opening there is in Bagdnd for brickmaking after some simple but scientific â€"â€"_Q A Great Financial Disaster. “Ah, my beautiful Edith, I am over- She leaned her head back come with anguish.” against the large easy chair and shut her eyes, thinking. " I remember as if it were only yesterday,” sly; said, raising her head and looking at t children who had gathered around was only 7 and my baby brother was: your old.” “ I'm going to the spring-house," said mother, ‘ and on must stav in the room and rock the baby if he unkes.’ knittingâ€"for I had learned to knit very proud of the stocking which was grow-r side." ing under my hand." ” It was a cold day late in the fall and the doors were all shut. knitted for half an hour. .fmm mother‘s been sitting, ‘°' \Vhy Reginald l" “ Alas, my poor Reginald, but we still alittle money. ‘ ‘ " Yes. that's just it ; it is so little. She was an elderly woman and had mar- ried a young man. Thev were on their wed- ding tour on the cars and she had fainted. ” licm's my caniphire bottle young man,’ noise outside. :t wasn't Lion, for he had i hsps this 'ill do your mother 5cm good. ‘ happiness of chil up before they say it. ren have a harder life of it than th have.To begin with, there isltlie constantjdis‘ cipline life gives them in such S measureâ€"the things bidden to have ; the things they gnorunce, to be'punished for without clear- he offence ; the imagina~ all, child- eil‘ elders fifty years ago. There are some things which never row oldâ€"lilacs in the spiring time and bod olly doesn’t grow everywhere ; and although in cities it can be bought at the florists’, there are many persons with neither the florist nor money convenient. cripture are for- do in they want and ly understanding t tive terrors of darkness and ev unknown powers to as fended deity, angry slightest misbehavior. And then there is the school with its hard discipline of having study Chapter XX. in the big book of learn- which is'the long division, when their . to be at Chapter XLI., which is playing“ tag ” on the village green. And there is their wonderful misapprehen- sion of their elders and the vague but awful sense of suffering they have at hearing pending calamities spoken of, which they can apprehend as sharply as their elders, but which they see no earthly capingâ€"the possible death of a dear one, a coming scourge of disease,the loss of money, or the end of the world. ener, perhaps, il spirits and y nothing of an of- with them at the take the next best thin . The idea is to bring together, as muc as possible, the beauties of all seasonsâ€"the blaze, the cheer of winter fire, the odor and greene of summer woods. Christmas means the t of everythingâ€"memory of months past rich in blessings, hope of even better things, and rejoicing in a present of good-will to every- body. ing, legs are aching im- August(andmost of us do), it is a happy fore- thought to gather mosses, leaves and berries that can be preserved. One of the rettiest houses I ever saw decorated at C ristmas time owed its beautyto various arrangements of pressed, trailing ferns. One of the ladies of the family hath gathered them during her summer outing. I remember they were so beautiful and precious that they were put away after the festival, to be brought out on some futureoccasion. My taste in decora- tions is for something so sim 1e, ineXpensive and home-made, that it can e used without stint. If, by rare luck, there isfound abunch of mistletoe, by all means hang it where all the girls, young and old, pretty or plain, may get a Christmas kiss. For the wreaths that should hang in every window, use what is abundant. The different varieties of cedar can always be had, and nothing yields a smell more sweet and woodsy. means of es- And there is, oft- , than all elseâ€"the sharp grief i of being misunderstood ; of having t thoughtless and ignorance taken for wilful disobedience ; of feeling their healthy fearlessuess taken for pertness and forwardness ; of having even their very love thrust aside because it is manifested at an inconvenient momentâ€"at finding themselves in short, in a great big world, where every- thing is to be learned,and where the only per- sons who can teach them are most given to bejuggling and bewildering them. heir natural , A New Balloon. Should the design of reaching the North Pole by way of the air ever come to any- thuig it will be assisted materially by a new navrgable balloon, which a Corsican, named Capazza, coming from the town of Bastia, has invented, and a model of which he heel brought with him to ‘Paris for the benefit of are in the habit of saying, gave France the Empire of the Earth, and it will be a grand thing for the little island if another Corsican should give it the Empire of the Air. new balloon is flat in shape, like a huge . pancake, and must be of immense size. preference the inventor would have made it Through the centre of the apparatus a horizontal iron bar is from which the car is suspended by rods of _ Attached to this bar by a swivel-point is a. mgveable tube containing a, weight, which by a mechanical contrivance: is movable at pleasure. weight and movabl The For I of thin metal. placed, wood or metal. y means of this E e bar the inventor claims ‘ that the balloon can be navigated in any direction, and can be made to descend at It will thus be seen that the new balloon in its full development will have very much the appearance of an aerial ironclad, capable of doing a great deal of damage to house-tops should it fall in- continently upon them during a disastrous As yet the inventor has simply ex- plained his models to Parisians, but no ascent has yet been made here. great craze prevails for ballooning, and if there is anything in a new machine at all it has eVery chance of a fair trial; but the Corsican’s conquest of the air is still beyond measurable distance. described as in nubibus. any particular spot. voyage. Just now a It may, in truth, be Remarkable Memories. There was a Corsican boy hearse 40,000 words, whether sense or non- sense, as they were dictated, and then re peat them in the reversed 0 making a. single mistake. about sixty who could re- rder without A physician, years ago, conld repeat the whole of “ Paradise Lost,” without a mis- take, although he had not read it for twenty great mathematician, whenhe became blind, could rep whole of Virgil’s “zEneid,” and could re- member the first line and the last line every page tion which he had been accustomed to read before he kind of retentive memory may be con- sidered as the result of sheer work, a. deter- mination towards one particular achieve- ment without reference either to cultivation or to memory on other subjects. This is frequently shown by persons regard to man at years. Euler, the eat the of the particular edi- blind. One became in humble life Bible. old beggar fifty years ago, forded an instance of this. whole of the Bible by heart, insomuch that if a sentence was read to him he could name the book. chapter, and verse ; or if the book, chapter, and verse were named, he could give A gentleman, to test him, repeated a verse, purposely making bal inaccuracy. Alick hesitated, nun place where the pa at the same time pointed out the verbal The same gentleman asked him to re An known, the Stirling, “Blind Alick,” af- He knew the double action in its can’tbuy some of the many gifts you wxll need from some person who manufactures them at home in circumstances of peculiar need. There are some women skillful in sewing, knitting or less homely arts, whose the exact words. one ver- , led the l 358-88 “’35 to be found, I’M than a pair of silk mittens or a knitted rug bought from an aged or invalid woman. There is no use trvin to 'et something \V cat the 90thversc of the seventh chapter of entirely unheard of, ' die (its the favorite the Book of Numbers. Alick almost instant- fashions is to make gifts of pllomgm 1,8. ‘ That . These may be combined with sornet ling “35‘3"“1 11““ “‘3' else, as one fastened in the top of a glove- Cl‘l‘Ol‘. ly replied, “ There is no such verse.” 1' has only 89 verses. by heart 6,000 Latin verses, and in order to give his memory exercise he was in the habit daily of rciting 600 verses f different languages. chapte quired rom l ______â€"â€".â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"_ Origin of the Bicycle. The first ancestor of the bicycle and tri- pede, was born in France. in I ays of the Revolution. The machine was a very simple and even clumsy, There were no pedals atmc wheels ', these were not invented till 185 The riderstruck each foot in turn a ound with force enough to set the two eels of the machine rotating, and by ” I hm'e come 10 ‘8" you that our marri- this fatiguing mode of progress attained a age cannot take lace. A great financial considerable speed. llv‘ , disaster has overta 'cn me." (I I j \‘t a i love each other ; and you forget that] have I I . I always thought that it was at least a hun- ; dred thousand, but I’ve just found out that .- . and was it can‘t excuzd forty thousand at the out- cle, the veloci the stormy d lied to the one. . . . 5. with some characteristic surroundings. gainst the gr low wh ________â€".â€"â€"-â€"-â€"â€"I A Fraternal Greeting. nughing face. a figure divine. the latest-a mannisb design, A mstume enchanting. alsty c on A sweet, 'I Dressed in lo ucgh , rt, by t e way. crc came up the street wning. as red as a beet. câ€"shc clutched at her dress, nd eyes of distress. the deer little flirtâ€"- he was her brother and that was his shirt! he shirt was the princi s we chatted so fly A man cross and llc called her asid I With fare full of sorrow a ; 'Twas. all explained later-â€" 3 “'hy. It is well to be clothed in righteousness, But many a woman fair Feels better at church if clothed in silk Thar. had she all the righteousness there. I CHRISTMAS. ‘ ‘ So now is come ourjoyfulest feast, Let every man bejolly; . Each room with ivy leaves is rimmed, And every post with holly." Thus sang a happy poet two hundred and ly at Christmas. But Well, well! dream of holly, then, and If one thinks of Christmas in July and THE CHURCH must of course be decorated. This beauti- ful custom, which has existed time out of mind among the Roman Catholic and Epis- copalian people, is becoming a habit in all other churches. And now this is the very time to exercise the spiritual grace which ueronaut- . . Bus ' Christmas celebrates. Oh, whata shame it [c 88" ants The mans are very . is that even church festivals are sometimes proud 0f the“ mwmma'n' NaPOIeon’ they the occasion of bickering and back-biting! One of the sweetest scenes that Mrs. Stowe drew in “ My \Vife and I,” is where Eva gVau Arsdale and Harry Henderson, in the l Episcopal chapel, twine wreaths for the sweet- ly solemn holiday, and looking ineach other’s . eyes, find a responsive look of love. Harry, ' in spite of his elevated, religious mood, com- mitted a _ theft ; he stole Eva’s glove and she saw him do it ! \Vell, better such scenes in a church than grumbling and gossip. So let the posts be twined with holly, ivy, or such green as grows ; let the alter flame with jets, proclaiming “ good- will to men,” or at a simple, homely text in verdant letters tell the cod news. The {real glory of the place wil be the kindly human spirit behind it all. Crosses will be on wall and pulpit, perhaps dazzling with ‘ pure white lilies ; no matter, so long as each eholder feels that the greatest beauty of the cross is its meaningâ€"unselfishness. \Vhat is it which demands more attention than any other one feature of our yearly in- terests '2 CHRISTMAS GIFTS. There is often a great deal of nonsense mixed up with generosity and other fine human qualities. In regard to “exchang- ', ing” Christmas gifts, the nonsense predom- l inates. Did you ever hear of ladies making bargains for this sort of exchange? I am sorry tosay I have, and sometimes the story ran that one or the other thought she had the worst of the bargain. How silly. Did she wish the better of it? This is too much a feast lest they also bid us again, and a re- compe' so be made us ; but we should “ call the poor, the maimed, the lame the blind.” “ The children must, of course, have pre- sents,” wehear many a self-sacrificingmother say, and the result is often that the children are exacting and dissatisfied. The mother would have done better to teach them the blessedness of giving. There is a deep sig- nificance in the German custom which, on a child’s birthday, sends him out with gifts for others. The first persons on the list for Christmas presents should be the poor, self-supporting women who are, perhaps, in one’s employ, and always in one’s neighborhood. Be sure the washerwoman has a basket of edibles and some substantial articles of, clothing. Another bit of thou htfulncss which has a indness is to see if you mm, m, we industry, you can encourage by no sacrifice on your own part. Many a delicate woman, not able to earn her livelihood by hard, re- gular work, is capable at odd moments. iive thought to such. \Vnat could be better box, or it may be encased in a frame or other receptacle. Chamois skin is much used for making frames. It can be so easily sewed over cardboard, and admits of being painted or embroidered. Last year I gave two sets of photographs of my home interior to friends. There were three views in each set, which gave a representation of the two sides of the dining-room. This seems to me acapital way to give onc's real life to a friend. I know 0 l Shopping-bags, scrap-bugs to hang at the end of the sewing machine, and traveling- ba of heavy linen, are all useful resents. erhaps some may laugh when suggest “holders,"as I cal them, to kee from burning one's hand on the hot teapot audio, to use around the grate or kitchen fire. Last winter a friend made some of pieces of quilted, seal-brown satin (hits left from a jacket linin ). She bound the edge with a cardinal rib n, and put a loop at one corner to hang it up. It gave the mantel an ex- lpression of cozincss that bad a touch of ‘coqnetry. I liked to look at it as well M use it. A gift is always of value proportionate to the want it fills and the spirit in which it is given ; so rules and suggestions are of little l value. To one utterly at his wits’ and cow cerning an appropriate PNE‘K‘IW I "MUM ismmist. and has the largest mllection is- say, send a years subscription of some "my, country, 'odical. Yes. young man, to your 8 can, some literary or art journal ; ‘to mother, one of the numerous per-s, which, indeed, suit all your father, one that combines news, agriculture, stories and fun. Finally, THE DINNER. Not particularly the bill of fare, s irit- in which it is prepared and eaten. e cook is mother, as is it will be nice to see that she has all help, so that she may not be too tired and worried to en'oy_ the dinner when, it is on the table. \ 'ith merry hearts and health- ful appetites, a plain, bounteous reth is s feastâ€"yes, even a “ dinner of herbs” is good “ where love is. “if; 3' home e family; but the the case, generally possible KATE Kaurrum: THE miss mow; llrs. Maxooxlu. Gives a Cchb Party to home Friends. “ Ye warn’t over to th’ party, Mrs. Me Gl erty f" “ Yo, but Oi hurd th’ ruction ye riz at id, Mrs. Magoogin.” " thy didn’t e come over, yersel’ and J urry, Mrs. McG eggerty 2" “ Sure, ’n’ we warn’t inwoited, Mrs. Magoogin.” “ Is that so, now 1 Oi thought Oi sint Mrs. McGlaggerty, but Oi musht ’a’ forgot- Upon me wurrud, now, that's very “’ell, well, isn’t that funny 2 ye an inwoite, ten id. shtrange.” “ that for koind av a party was id any- ways, Mrs. Magoogin '2 Oi thnwt lot av proize foighters over there ki lin’ aich other, so 0i did, fram th’ n’ise ye med." “ Don’t say that now, Mrs. McGlaggerty,” the widow interposed. “ Id was as noics an’ daycint a party as war uver to a certain ehada iven in Taranta pint, me frind. Oi’ll tell ye about id. Id was a cobweb gerty, th’ very latest an’ shwellest thing t iat’s known in sassoiety serkles. Me daughthcr Toozy, as ye know, es into sassoietya great dail, Mrs. Mc- tyâ€"id was only lasht Sathurda’ uversweat Club’s me frind, up party, Mrs. McGla blagger noi ht she was at th’ N bal in Doodleburg’s Hall in Center sthreet abow, an’ fwhinuver any new dordo comes up she’s an to id loike a as my b’y Tammy cowld we have id in th’ wid it in th’ hoight av shtoyle. So fwhiu party got id’s certifickit of chara- ckther fram the uyper tin, Toozy brought id home, an’ id was id ye hurd th’ other noight, an' not proize foightin’ or dog thawt it was, Mrs. McGlaggerty. sowl, woman, but id was fun. wurrud, me soides ache yet fram the laugh- in’ Oi done. But, tut l tut ! fwhat’s th’ ushe av rinnin’ an in this way afore Oi tell ye fwhat it is. at a cobweb thousand av breek, sez, an’ afore id grows house injyin’ oursel s th’ cobweb -killin’, as ye Bliss yer ‘ Pou me To be coorse ye nuver was Mrs. McGlag “’ell, thin, let me tell ye fwhat we (11 . We got all the clothes loine in t twoine and shtring we kud gather u tyin’ thim to th’ han room we ran a dozen th’ place, andher th’ bed behoind th’ out in th’ yard, down in th’ cellar an’ twishted thim around th’ furniture give the divil himsel’ a hard task to find an’ untan le them. At noight twhin th’ gueshts was toime to begin the game the tukl av th’ shtrings an’ their destination, Mrs. McGlag well, well ! It id do yer h’art gud turnin’s and thwishtins av thim. Mother av Moses, but wasn’t id fun ? Big Mike Canav- an crept undher th’ bed follym’ his rope, and busht my buttons ail‘ id didn’t come roight down on top av him. an’ shoutin’ ye uuver hurd since th’ day yo war born, Mrs.McGlaggerty ! KaticO’Rourk cat out in th’ yard an’ housc scrnmin’ melia n’ thata bi ' ghosht wud Oh my, party, crty ‘3 h’ house an’ all and rout in’ lamp in thy’f oines or more all over shtove, in a way that id cm an’ id iowld throied to olly thim to gerty. Well, to see th’ Such laughin . . . ran up against the the princxplc denounced in the parable where kem mum“: into we are told not to bid our rich neighbors to thll murther an fwhoitc fwhishkers was afthcr er. I but we had th’ toime l An’ a it would have been race av a divil d be do, Mrs. down th’ hangin’ was dark he ups suyi oh my moighty pleasant noight all round, but fur that schupe Terence McGowan. McGlaggcrty, but pull lamp an’ twhin uvrything an’ shtales two av thebcsht hats in th’ house Mike Canavan’s darby that he bought at wholesale so he said, nnahoigh shtovc-poipe that ushed to belong to Dinnis Hoolcy’s father an’ that Oi saw th’ owld manâ€"Cod be good to his sowl lâ€"weur in many aSt. Pathrick’s Day parade, Mrs. M roogin. hats and 'l crence they riza crv fur the olaice an’ mos it av thim rin afthcr him. didn’t catch him. come back there was more scramblin’ fur min fell to foightin' among 1 to put thim all out. croied, nn’ 0i b'ilin’ that ( i thin th’ gang found th’ McGowan was one, thin they int they thimsel‘s an’ Oi hm Tammy laughed and 'I‘oozy was laughin’ an cryi mesel,not knowin' fw be down upon‘iz all an’ in th’ papers. bl 'ew ki t. nan’ fumin’ an' hatminnittli’co pcrsid get me namcdis graced But, thank God, noicc an’ aisy uvrythin’ an’ nobody was t bla’guard, McGowan, rs. McGlag- ovcr Only fur tha we’d a had a rule "ood toime, M But there s always somethin’ to go even at a cobweb shtolc me clothesloine, Mrs. gerty. wrong, They crty )art . chi’agg ait till they come to my house again ; 01 (110 for thim, an' th’ min- n thim Oi’ll clane some av ullJ wud th’ keep id in me nod nit Oi lay hands a th' cobwebs out or their shk soft ind av a shtovc lifthcr ur broomstick. Oi’ll show thim th’ koind av a shpo de Magoogin is, Mrs..\lc(.iluggcrty !"â€"~[.lohn J. Jennings. idcr Ber. _â€".._._.- Kensington Palace to be Occupied. So far from Kenningan I’alacc being ed down or converted into a picture gs at no distant date. tobeinhabited r of Royalties than have ull. ery itislikely. ~ , . x by a larger numbc nmhmg um" “mud 1'" been within its walls since the crest me more than a friend photographed George II. The huge“ “"1 be“ u “ mm” ments ” in the palace, which have now dismantled. and shut up for more cars, have been given by the rincess Beatrice and Prince of Battenberg. The Duke and Duch- css o Coimaught also are to go to Kensing- lace requires extensive repairs bany be taken reign of empty, than eight ueen ll) thr ton. Thepa of ever kind, which will in ham early next year y the Office of Works. -___.___..‘n____ _ A Holy Shekel. Mr. (iotschalk. of New York, owns the remune and perfect holy shekel in the The interesting relic is about 3,400 rs old, and was used in King Solomon's r. 00chqu is on his we only worl . yea temple. M Francisco to fulfil a shekcl to a friend, w w is a celebrated num- to San romise and s ow the