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,, ... a..- . .-.»We‘ns~owvrsmsn,m m, n .. g‘ l l I: . f f i murmurs amnion. ! A Look-at Halifax and nor Hany Ports. Batteries Without End and no nesqnltoca -A Visit to the “ Blake"â€"ne Bapen- diaryxmstrate's Cellular Jokeâ€"The “on And the male in rears. A correspondent of the New York Times travelling in Canada writes as follows of his visit to Halifax zâ€"In sailing into a bay that is said to be “ the most strongly forti- fied harbor on the American monsoon”, one naturally looks, perhaps from force of habit, for some great display of military worksâ€"forts, batteries, bristling guns, and so on. But there is no such display in the harbor of Halifax, N. S. Both shores of the harbor might be bayfields for all that shows Ste the contrary, and there is not as great a display of defensive war as one may see in entering the harbor o New-York. By close looking, however, one may say that the works are there though they make no show of themselves. Those smooth green slopes, with a dark line of shadow on thel top, are all batteries; and occasionally a . projecting flag shows where a fort is hidden in the grass. The citadel, in the heart of the city, standing on the top of a. high hill, might easily be mistaken for the city’s re- servoir if the glass did not disclose a sentry or two on the walls. Modern guns have knocked all the romance and picturesque- ness out of modern fortifications ; the only forts left to impress us with their impreg- nability are the old ones that would be of no account in a fight. There is more im- pressiveness in an old Spanish fortress that a single broadside might shatter than in the exterior of the modern forts of Great Bri- tain. But it is useless to speak of broadsides in these days of machine fighting, for broad- sides, like stone forts, have had their da. . Here is the great British cruiser Bla e lying in Halifax Harbor, 9,000 tons, engines of 20,009 horse power, and only 12 guns. I Not more than two or three of the guns are visible in approaching her ; no broadsides there. Seven hundred men aboard of her, but not more than half a dozen visible on deck. A semaphore on her forward deck for talking with the shore, and on shore an electric button for talking with the Ad- miralty Office in London, or the dockyard in Bermuda, or the commander of the troops on top of the Blue Mountains of Jamaica, or perhaps with some Admiral in the South Sea Islands. There comes news of the great fire in St. John’s, in Newfoundland ; Admiralty presses the button, the Blake’s funnels begin to smoke, and in a few hours this great floating fort is at St. John’s, to open her barrels of flour for the distressed people. It is tremendous to think of these things, appalling to think of what she might do to Halifax or any other city in a few minutes’ work- ing of her machines, but there is noth- ing impressive in her appearance. Like the forts on shore, she appeals to the imagine.- tion rather than to the eye. Half the concealed forts about Halifax are the results of military urdor rather than ne- cessity. Each commander of the station must have things to suit his own ideas, and the work of fort building goes merrily on. The Halifax people laugh at this in their sleeves, for they have none of the bills to pay, and little do they care whether there are two forts or two hundred. It is easy to seehow the fortifications constantlyincrease. Here is his Mightiness Prince Tommy, we will say. in command of the troops at Hali- fax. He spends one year, or two, or three, in arranging the fortifications to suit his own notions. Then he is transferred, and the Grand Duke Dick is put in his place. G. D. Dick says to himself, “I must look into these plans ; Prince Tommy doesn’t know anything about fortifications ; I’ll show them how the thing ought to be done;" and he finds what he considers a weak spot here, and an important place unguarded there, and the \Var Office agrees with him and orders all these very necessary new forts to be builtâ€"â€"-and the next commander goes through the same process. But the home Government pays the bills and Hall- fax has nothing to say about it. She lies back among her hills as peaceful and happy as though there were not a fort within a thousand miles of her. If it were not for what we constantl hear about the military strength of the place, an American sailing up the harbor to Hali- fax would hardly give a thought to she for- tifications. The bold northern scenery, the broad and deep harbor, the fishing villages on shore, the city itself, are all finer sights than the military works, and all of vastly greater importance to the country. Halifax is probably the most in: rtant point on the Atlantic coast north of oston, and her har- bor is always well lined with shipping. Her wharves are many and good, her water deep,her air pure from the hills, her weather clear and bracing, and her people much like Americans in appearance and manner. Although the ascents are more gradual and there are fewer bold, rocky clifl's, Hali~ fax, as seen from the water, is a strong re- minder of Quebec. She has her citadel, over- topping everything ; her hilly streets, and her business ortion extending down to the water’sedge. ncludmg Dartmouth, a town across the harbor, connected with Halifax by New-York ferryboats, the population is about 40,000. The citystands upon a coin- sula formed by the harbor no one si e and the “ Northwest Arm” on the other, and thus, like Now-York, has navigable water on three sides. The extreme point of the peninsula. Point Pleasant, belongs, like a great deal more land in the neighborhood, to the Imperial Government, but it has been leased for a century at a nominal rental to the city, and is laid out in a natural park i with excellent drives and named Point Pleasant Park. The citadel is a little more than two miles from the end ofthe peninsula, and the space between the park and the citadel is filled with handsome residences. many of them standing in the midst of orna- mental grounds. Between the citadel and the water is the business section of tl as city, and there, too, stand the principal public buildin â€"â€"thc Post Office. the Parliament- ary bui din , and so on. For two blocks back from t o harbor the land is compam- l lively level, and then begins the stern hilli that ends at. the citadel’s summit. All the city's «barre: are here at the foot of the citadel hill and to the right and left of it, making a whaif line about a mile and a half long, immediately above which is the great naval dock. a largerdry dock even than the one in Bermuda and the est on this side of the world. But as this dock is a pcr~ ‘ anmcnt one, builtof masonry and nearly, all below the ground level, little of it is to‘ be seen from the harbor. Above the dock- yard is the Naval Hospital, and just behind this the big station of the Intercolonial Railway, by which Nova Scotia is connect- ed with the rest of the world. Further down is Lon Wharf, a reminder of the story of the est Indian negress, imported to Halifax who broke out one day in the midgt of an unusual spell of industry wit â€" “Good Lewd, I wish I was de Queen 3-" “You do Queen, you brack niggahf \Vat you do ’f you was de Queen 2" “I’d set on Long Wa’f all day an’ lick 11m}. ltis easy to infer from this historical dialogue that it is upon Long \Vharf that the West India ships unload the cargoes of sugar and molasses that afl'ord such sweet “licking” for the dusky lasses. It is the nearest whazftothe railway station, and from here foreign goods are scattered all over the Dominion of Canada. Going up into the streets it is consoling to know that one may visit a telegraph office and talk with home or with any part of the civilized world, or go to the Intercolonial Station and taken train to New York if necessity should arise ; but in point of time the trains have only a few hours’ advantage over the {boats for Boston, as the railwav takes a roundabout course across Nova Scotia and then through New Brunswick. On the way from the wharf to the hotels the route lies close by the Halifax Market, which ives a. glimpse of the country folk ever aturday morning. “ The Green Market,” it is called. Here men, women and children, principally women and child ren, line the curbstones with baskets con- taining eggs, green vegetables, and other country produce, asking the passers to buy. This extends around one entire block, all on the edge of the sidewalks. Some years ago the city built a substantial market house, but the country people could not be induced to use it, and at length it was rent- ed for stores. They tell me that even in “linter the market women would not go into the warm building, but preferred to stand for hours on the icy curbst-ones, with their eggs wrapped in layers of blankets to keep them from freezing. What this primi- tive marketlacks in variety is made up by the provision shops and groceries, where fruits and vegetables from “ the States” and el e- where are exhibited in great quantities. Before our boat left Boston a stéamer had arrived from Savannah with a few hundred thousand watermelons, and many of these melons were for sale in Halifax 120 hours after leaving the Georgia fields. There were strawberries in abundance, both na- tive and imported, the native ones being of the wild variety, small but sweet. ' Halifax is well provided with good hotels, the two of consequence being the Halifax and the Queen. They are so close to the wharfâ€"only a block awayâ€"thatitis hardly worth while to take one of the public coach- es that swarm everywhere and carry you anywhere you wish to go for a quarterâ€"â€" any where, that is,'exccpt to or from a steam- boat landing or a railway station. To or from these places double fare is allowed by law, perhaps on account of the increased mental strain on the horses. It is through the friendly competition between the two hotels, I understand, that Halifax visitors find as good accommodations as can be had in any city of equal size in this country, barring only our large Summer and Winter resorts. They are both large stone buildings, and both are conducted on ascale that I cannot describe better than by calling it American. Although my room in the Hali- fax Hotel was up only one flight of stairs, my windows looked out upon an abyss that seemed almost equal to looking out of the upper stories of The Times Building. This is one of the startling effects of being in a hilly city, where a building two or three stories high in front may have seven or eight stories in the rear. The absence of mosquito nettings from the windows, however, was of far more interest than the chasm below. The absence of nettiugs usually accompanies the absence of mosquitoes, though not always; but I was assured upon the unsullied honor of a bell boy that there are no mos- quitoes in Halifax. This important point I had an opportunity afterward to investigate for myself, and I add my testimony to that of the bell boy and a dozen other people, that there are no mosquitoes in Halifax. This alone is more than worth the price of admission to a foreign country; and when y freedom from mosquitoes is coupled with freedom from dust and freedom from ex- treme heat, the problem of life is half solved; BUDYARD IS REAL MEAN. Having Jumped on Our lustltutlons flc Now Describes our till-ls. Rudyard Kipling tells a story how one morning when at work he was greatly sur- prised to see an elderly man and two girls enter his room. The hall-porter had strict orders to admit no strangers, yet there they were; they had eluded the porter's vigil- ance. '1‘ hey were Yankees. “ Are you Mr. Rudyard Kipling?” queri- ed the old gentleman. “ Yes." “ Girls, this is Mr. Rudyard Kipling.” “ Oh, pa l” “Is this where you werk, Mr. Rudyard Kipling '3" “ Yes." “ Girls, this is where Mr. Rudyard Kip- ling works.” " Oh, pa 1" Then they proceeded to examine the room, admire the magnificent tiger~skiu, ex- press astonishment at the hundred or so ipes on the mantlepicce, and so forth. ’inally, they took their leave without even saying " Thank you.” HAIL IN MINNESOTA. Great Destruction to Crops In Klitson and Marshall Counties. A despatch from Hallcck, Minn, says :â€" A destructive hailstorm passed through Kitt‘ son and Marshall counties the other night, and swept before it thousands of acres of most romislng grain. The storm came from t 0 west. Over 1,000 acres on the Dennis Ryan form were devastated, and ploughing was begun on the field: this morn- ing. The storm passed through the southern part of Kittson county along the line of the Great Northern railway as far as Stephen where it took an easterly direction, from which the damage is not known. As far as Stephen the path destroyed is from seven to eight miles wide with a very serious low to the two counties. The mercury went to 10¢ and great uneasiness is felt here. FARM BEHINDBRS. Two beeves can never be made fat on a pasture that has only grass enough for one. ‘0 keep the ultry free from vermin. tpeir quarters ' out be kept cbsolutely c can. Do not expect to sell butter at top price to private customers, unless it is top quali- ty. The only way to grow heavier crops each year, is to make the land continually richer. Few farmers are so situated that they can afford to keep a cow merely to raise her calf. The best way to keep up with agricultural progress is to take a live agricultural jour- nal. To determine whether green-soiling really pays, let us suggest that you try it for your- self. If tobacco is to be made a paying crop, it must be given the very best land on the farm. . You can never grade up your stock until you begin to use better animals for breed- ing. ~ The fastest way to make money in the dairy, is to keep always weeding out the P001‘ COWS. The only way to free thefarmfromweeds, is to cut them always before they go to seed. The best success with sheep is attained Only by those who believe in both wool and mutton. Stock that is continually tempted by weak fences, should not be blamed for becoming breacliy. Sweet potatoes cannot be kept through the winter, unless you handle them gently when harvesting. The farm will never give you complete satisfaction so long as you have to buy fruit from your neighbor. If the weeds have possession of the bed this fall, you can hardly expect a good strawberry crop next spring. If the “ first-class farmer ” would main- tain his rank, he must keep on studying and learning all the time. ' If you expect the boy to love the farm, you must permit him to get some enjoyment from it as he goes along. Something new must be planted every week if we wish to maintain a good garden throughout the season. _ The wrong way to make money from hogs 18 by beginning to feed them only “when big enough to feed off.” You can never keep up with the work on the farm, if you ever put off until to-morrow what can be done today. _*â€"___ Golden Thoughts for Every Day- Monday. Goad night! good night! the day is done ; Ended its beau ty bright : Its duties over, pleasures gone : God bless us all, Good night! With memories of God’s tender care Abounding through the day ; His mercies always everywhere ; Our evening than s we pay. Good hope he with us, faith and love ; \Vitli day let troubles cease: .The wakctul heart find rest above ; Or sleeping, sleep in peace. God shelter us, and our dear homes, Tillthe bright morning light With health. and cheerful freshness comes; Good night! Goodnight! Good night! ’â€"[H. Bateman. Tuesdayâ€"I heartily concur with \Vash- ington Gladden when he says that Christian- ity by the lips of all its teachers ought with all emphasis to say to society, your present industrial system, which fosters these enor- heap up most of the gains of this advancing civilization, and leave the many without any substantial share in them, is an inade~ quote and inequitable system, and needs important changes to make it the instru- ment of righteousness. The present century has made marvelous progress in material wealth, but it is a question whether this in- crease of wealth has battered the condition of the vast masses of the people. \Ve must ever remember that the condition of the masses is the condition of the Nation.-~ [Anonymous. \Vednesdayâ€" Let us singwith one accord Praise to Jesus Christ our Lord: He is worthy whom we praise, Hearts and voices let us raise. He hath made us by His power, He hath kept us to this hour; Ho rcdccms us from the grave. llc who died now lives to save. “’hut he bids us let us do: Where he leads us lot us go: As He loves us let us love All below and all above. ' â€"[John ll ilton. Thursdayâ€"One of Faraday’s workmen by accident dropped a little, highly-valued silver cup into a strong acid bath. In a little while it had utterly disappeared. But when Faraday came in and learned of it he said nothing. but cant another acid into the jar, and the silver soon precipitatedâ€"a shapelees mass, indeed, but every grain there. A few days after it came back a more beautiful cup from the band of the silversmith. May not God as readily re- store our bodies after the decay and disor. ganization of death ?â€"[G eorge F. Pentecost. Fridayâ€"W's seem to have arrived at pre- cisely the pointin the church's history when her mind and conscience are to awake to this aspect of her duty. One of the most emi- nent members of the English bench of bishi ops said recently that the social question is the question which the Christianity of to- day has to solve, and this sentiment is being echoed in every quarter. Strange it is how age after age one word of the message of Christianity aftcr another lays hold of the Christian mind and becomes for time the watchword of progress. There can be lit- tle doubt that this is the word for our age. â€"{l)r. Stalker. Saturdayâ€"â€" “‘lscr for than human seer, Yollowbrtcchcd philosopher, Seeing only what is fair. sipping only what is sweet. Thou do-t mock at late and care. Leave the chaff and take the wheat. “'hen the ilcrce northwestern blast Coois sea and land so far and fast, Thou already slumberest deep. Woo and “‘itnl’a Ihou canst outslccp; “'ant and woe which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. - Anonymous. .....-â€"â€"-.-~â€"--â€" Unless an Austrian gets the consent of his wife he can not get a passth to jour- ney beyond the frontier of his own coun- all", mous inequalities, which permits a few to g I THE RATS LEAVE rm: sure. ‘4 Aware That She Was Overloaded and “’onld Founder. Some years ago I formed one of the crew of a ship called the \Vooljammer. She was an iron clipper, owned by a well-known London firm. \Ve were lyin in Port Lyt~ telton, New-Zealand, alongsi e the break- water, having just completed taking in a cargo of wool, and were going to sail on the followin morning for home. I was on anchor were from 10 to 11. t was a beautiful moonlight night, and I was sitting on the heucoop at the break of the poo buried in thought, when I was roused 1from my reverie by hearing the clocks in the town striking the hour. I went forward to call the man who was to relieve me, but before I reached the forcastle I de- termined to do his watch for him, as I was not a bit sleepy and felt 10th to turn into a stuffy berth. So I made up my mind to do him a good turn and enjoy another hour of quiet contemplation. The harbor looked charmingin the moon- light, and the long range of hills that divides Lyttelton from Christ Church stood out in sombre ma nificence against the starlit sky. Across theiay I could hear the faint clank- ing of the Windlass pants of some little coasting craft that was getting under weigh. I returned to my seat on the heucoop and began once more to build airy castles. As I gazed along the deck of our magnifi- cent ship, now 'lying so peacefully at her moorings, I then ht how, probably, in a month’s time this age monster would be tossed about as a mere playtbing in the mighty sea off Cape Horn. One of the stevedores told us that she was carrying eleven more holes of wool on this assage than on her first voyage five years efore ; he also said that he believed that, if they had tried toscrew another bale in, it would have burst her sides out. It was not alto- gether pleasant to think that a ship which was loaded to such an extent would have to battle with _a Cape Horn sea, as any heavy galls might cause her to strain and start a be t. ' Just then I heard the short, sharp squeak ofa rat, and looking down, I saw several running along the main deck. They were coming out of the hold by the after hatch, which was off. To my surprise, I saw that they were going ashore, using the breast hawser as a gangway between the ship and the quay, and in a few moments I found that they were not coming in twos or threes, but by dozens. They crowded in a thick line from the hatcliway, and all followed the original leaders to the shore, till it seem- ed evident that not one would be left he hind. I was not particularly superstitious, but I had the dread all sailors have of a ship that the rats leave, and I felt it to be a bad omen. I called a couple of the hands to come and see the sight. For a good half hour we watched these creatures disembark- ing; then one of the men remarked, as he looked at the swarming jetty : “Pickle me pink if I’m going to sail in this hooker now, an’ them rats have gone ashore.” \Ve went forward and woke the rest of the men up in order that they might see for themselves. “ Now,” said a sesman named Dick. “ who’s going ashore and who ain’t ? Cus, here’s off,”at the same time hastily making up a bundle of clothes. ‘° Here’s another,” said I, at the some time packing a few necessaries. The rest of the men did not seem to like the idea of having to leave‘the‘ir clothes behind, and determined to remain by her and chance their luck. “ Well, so lon’, chaps ; if you will be drowned, why, you must” ; and Dick and I departed for the shore. On getting into the town we had to take root care to avoid the police, as our bund- les would have attracted attention at that time of night and had we been run in we should have been sent aboard the first thing in the morning. By avoiding the principal streets we were enabled to get into the range. of hills, where we found a cozy little hollow, in which we secreted ourselves. \Vhen daylight came, we found that we had a good view of the harbor, and at an early hour we saw a tug come alongside our ship, and by 10 o’clock she was towing down toward the Heads. As soon as she was well out to sea, we returned to Lyttelton, and, as there was a. dearth of seamen, we had no difficulty. in getting another ship. Two days afterward we were towed out, homeward bound. \Ve made a very good passage until we approached the latitude of the Horn, when the breezes began to get stronger and heavy swells showed that gales were about. It was {rightfully cold and we spent most of our time in making sword mats for chafing gear. This is the usual work given to sail- ors when rounding the Horn, us it helps to keep up the circulation. We expected if the breeze held good to be off the Ham on the following night but during the afternoon the glass began to fall, and it came on to blow from the southwest. It blew strong all that night, and by daylight we were running before a heavy gale under close-reef ed topsoils. I was thankful that I was not aboard my old ship in this gale, as I felt convinced that with all the extra bales of wool which had been screwed into her she could not stand much of a dressing. About 2 o‘clock on that afternoon a sail was reported on our weather bow. We overhauled her hand over fist. We could see her rise on the. top of a. huge billow and plunge into the hol- low, writhing likc a living creature in agony, the water pourinc from her scrup- pers and ports each time she rose on a sea. The Captain and mate Were lookingnt her through their glasses. “ Hallo," said the“ skipper, “she's in distress. She’s got hcrl ensign upside down. I don’t see how we can help her with this sea running. There, she’s going to signal. Up goes hernumber." With some difficulty we made it out, and I was horrified to find that it was my old vessel, the Wooljammer. She signaled to us: “ Am leaking; can you stand by 2” We made an attempt to bring our vessel up into the wind. but in so doing nearly got swamped. lVe made several attempts to get near, but it was utterly impossible to launch a boat, and at last we reluctantly bad toabandon her to her fate. As the gathering gloom of night came on she faded from our view, and with a sickly feelingat my heart I knew that all my old shipmates were doomed before morn- in to a watery grave. Ve arrived home in due time, and report- ed havin the Wooljammer flying signals of; distress. It is now more than fifteen years ago, and no tidings of her have ever come to hand. So she has, no doubt, gone to join that vast fleet of vessels which ounder every year owing to the greed and avarice of their owners. My shipmate, Dick, and Illnve ever since been thankful that we were not slow about taking the un- spoken advice of the rats who gave as notice to quit. Bindoo Weddings. ‘In this country, where the march from " Lobengrin," a white silk frock and a few unintelligible responses make an elaborate wedding, the bare idea of a small 12-year~ old girl requiring nine hours to bind herself to the man of her father's choice seems absurd in the extreme. Whether the on!- lay of strength and rupees that such an event incurs has anything todo with the tenacious prohibition of second marriage for the gentler sex has never been explained, butas the Hindoos are a practical people and an avaricious people it does not appear unlikely. In the first place, with them to be a woman and unmarried is little short of a crime, yet, to marry, obviously one must have money. As an outcome of this, when daughters are born to the poor Banian he helps them out of the world by the simple and negative method of not giving them food ;one man admitted, quite as a matter of course, having followed this up throu h a long succession of some ‘20 girl babies. at if the baby’s papa has a financial position that admits of her growing up, and is a Bombay Hindu (that is, with no prejudice against Europeans), you may perhaps be hidden to one of those hi li functions that come for her at an age w on our children are laying with dolls. In that case, allow- in or variations in individual taste, you wi 1 find the affair something in this wise : ‘ At about6 in the afternoon. when the air has a trifle more life, and that thing they call prickly heat is a degree less ag- gressive, you make your way to the house of the bride’s father. Outside the door your notice is first attracted by many rows of shoes that the guests within have taken off out of respect to the household gods. This may be a delicate attention that the gods refuse to get along without, but you cannot help wondering now on earth anyone ever knows his own pair again. The draw- ing-room into which you are ushered is in tawdry imitation of a French hotel. There are gay rugs everywhere, and the furniture, which is exceedingly ornate, is covered with bright crimson satin. By this kindly pro- vision of chairs, however, one is enabled to sit “a la Anglais. ” On entering, the head of the house comes forward to greet you with a profound salaam, then all the standing or squatting Hindoos follow his example, and it is your duty to salaam indefatigably in return, but always with your right hand, else the com- pany will think your manners exceedingly funny, and, what is more, prove it by laugh- ing. The bride and bridegroom move about informally, speaking to acquaintances. The groom shares with his Western brother the paradoxical fate of being necessary, but unimportant. He is noticeable only for a high turban studded with a priceless num- ber of uncut gems, that make it look neither comfortable nor brilliant. The bride, on the contrary, is rather charming. Her costume consists merely of a tight- fitting yellow India silk bodies, with yards of the same material swathed loosely about her supple body, and one end thrown over the hair. She is further ornamented by earrings, finger-rings, a nose-ring and bangles that reach to the shoulder ; on her pretty ankles are the heavy anklet chains that clink when she steps. Altogether, she would be a lovely and picturesque little object if she were only playing in tableaux instead of pitiful real life. But all the interest in her is immediately snuffed out on the arrival of the Nautch girls. They are two or more hired dancers, whose performance appears to be the most welcome and wonderful feature of the en- tire occasion. In dress they are not unlike our own ballet girl, wearing from 15 to ‘20 gauze skirts, the longest of these reaches to the feet, and the others are graduated to within a. half a yard of the waist. Their so- styled dance is strange and remarkably un- interesting. It is made up of a series of impossible poses, in parts so slow as to re- mind one of the last twitches of amechani- cal toy when it is nearly run down. As an lndian ballad has it : They plosturc, bob, Whirligig, wriggle like on R, And all the time shnflle about on their heels. Keeping time to the pipers' and tom-tomcrs’ strains With the clink of their anklets of resonant chains. When this has gone on until you are ~ exhausted and the audience is reduced to a state ofentranced breathlessness, the really sacred art of the rites begin. An adjournment is made toan outer room, with an earthen floor, in the center of which a bright fire is burning. Around this, in the presence of many witnesses, the young couple promenade solemnly seven times, carefully clasping each other’s right hands. By one of the oldest customs ever kept up they must go always toward the right, be- caused it is a festive occasion ; shoulda mis- take be made and. a turn to the left taken, the divest misfortune and sorrow would be the result anticipated. In the meantime a priest, the dirt of whose once white gar» ments is supposed to add to his holiness, goes about majestically, muttering a lot of mystical words. Finally this also is gotten through with, and the coolies enter, bearing a bowl of richly buttered rice. The cream then, as a sacred duty, feeds his wife, holding the oily mixture out to her in his palm. After- ward lie artakcs himself, and does the prop- er thingi y wiping his greasy mouth on the silken gown of his mother-in-law. Which last goes toprove that human nature and the position of that unfortunate lady are pretty much the same the world over. Later, when the feasting begins, a separ- ate table covered with English delicacies is set for the Christians present. Althea in your invitation means staying until 3 in t e morning, after supper the ordinary indivi- dual is glad to say good night in his best Hindoostanee and make his way homeward in a cab. or, better still, one of our own horse’cars. câ€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"*â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" Quit not certainty for hope,for a certainty in hand is worth two hopes in the bush. Whennabywasaick,we gaveherCastorla, Wbui shewasaCblld,ahe cried for Castorll. When she became Elias. she clung to Castwla. Wheashehadcmurannboknvethou M { 1. ! i N _ .a..4 ., â€". so ;-â€"-'\;.-‘ aflut‘...