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t POETIC ttKMS. HUM fw« the October WOOBINKS IK OCTOBER. a dyed in blood, the streaming vinesappear, While tag Mid low the wind about them grime; el «f Antmmn mnst !«••* broken ,;:»airke heart el Autumn \' &l And poured Jto treasure* oat upon the . :4~bkarhttr F. Rates, in Seribner. here, leaurn. MGARA A. SHIP OH THE SKA. IkMrt ft shin on these*. It is Mailing to-aifM, Safflngto-Bight AmA fother*! aboard, and the moon ia all bright, Shining and bright! Our t»c«s! he'iTbe Bailing for many a nigtt--> Bailing from mother and me. ! follow theShip with your *Mvriy light As father sail* over the sea. v . SI. Xi'chota*. < • RIPE COKN. 7 i i ear peeps through the husk^ * i faded tassels dryly rustle. 4 M», ho, boys, ho I From morn till du8k|',#j|-v Well at it then with shout and bustler iSo, ho, boys, ho! Now for the taaalai, •' Tftie lively work, we'll weather it! tr fljie ripened corn, well gather it-- * ** s Ho, boys, ho! Well gather it! ?mC. I* GlMetumd, t'n Seribner. THE MIRROR. I "would my lady's mirror t>e, .Bo might I hold her image fair. •. then perchance she'd smile on ma, * " Seeing her face reflected tteera. *4". "*!•« Itiever could her mirror be. For when she smiled on me, ah, then v' • .Hy heart would hold the image avert And never give it back again. .fUter Lamed, in Seribner, - ' \ ~ LUTE. "• ; "*:v-.T"V Our lives are like * half-forgotten strain From some great symphony, that, sad and skvw, Through memory's silent halls glides to and fro, Heeking its kindred harmony in \ ain. And 1 bus--oh thought to all so fraught With pain I-- H- w many times do we complete m woe The scanty measure of our days below, » If, feeUing eagerly, we fail to gum The lives thai with our own make harmony! What though our earthly lives seem jangling chorda? In patience let us wait our destiny ; •The loving Master's plan of sweet accords We know not; but our strains shall ever roll, A part of His sublime harmonious whole! --Kate. A, Sanborn, in Galaxy. CLEMATIS. Coy frequenter of woodland ways! It flings A frolic wealth of sweetness broadcast where The undergrowtlis are thickest and the air Ji vibrant with the rush and whir of wings! From branch to branch its hardy tendril swings Iu wild, dense tangles, where no foot will care To follow, and the brown wood-thrushes rear Their broods unstartled. Here the vireo sings In answering cadence through the fleet, fine hours Unto the rhythmic growing of the flowers, Vbose revelation in each dusky place Is of blithe strength, unworn, and fine, shy grace, As of rare souls, that joyously their own Best lives do live, though knowing them unknown --Mary Chri*tine Kipp, in Seribner. THE POET'S ART. Call it not art; that sad, laborious name, Oh, gentle poet, doos thy warblings 1 When at still eve the nightingales prolong iMicioui- melody, who would not blame The cold, mechanic term for that which came, Born of sweet throats, a gushing stream of songf 8o from thy soul pours forth, oh, free and strong, Thine own deep music on the air of fame. Thy art is nature's; thou dost only hear The whispered secrets of her woods and skies, And then repeat them to the common oar That cannot catch her finer harmonies. Thou art her voice, and unto her so clear, Her inmost heart is open to thine eyes. --Charle* T. Dazey, tn Seribner. UNRECOGNIZED. What words are these yon speak to Iter ? Ah, tranquil words and|worldly wise! Ton cannot see her soul astir, (hi tiptoe, in her waiting eyes. Ton come and go; you touch her hair, The ring upon her slender hand. The smiling trouble of her air Tou note, but cannot understand. Ton cannot understand. Ah, so Our foolish hearts make sport of fate! We sit and dream, while love bends low, A kingly beggar, at the gate! --MaryAinge De f'ere, in Galaxy. SLEEP. The weary portals of the sight we close; And, in the bark of Somnus, sails unfurled, In snowy wreaths of aloud, our souls are hurled. At mercy of each fitful breese that blows. Then from the depths that prescience never knows We through a varied flood of dreams are whirled, And wake to find the life-stream that has curled IFor ages round our planet changeless flows. And BO, when, drowsy death shall seal our eyes, And from lamenting friends we pass away, It may be that, awaking, we shall rise p Refreshed and strengthened for a longer stay, And find the same old earth, the same blue skies That we but lost in slumber yesterday. --Andrew B. Saxlmx, in Seribner. HAROUN AL RA8CHID. One day, Haroun A1 Raschid read A book wherein the poet said: '"'Where are the kings, and where the teat Of men who once the world possessed? " They're gone with all their pomp and show, They're gone the way that thou shalt go. u Oh, thou who chooses! for thy share The world, and what the world calls fair, "Take all that it can give or lend, But know that death is at the end H* Haroun A1 Raschid bowed his head J Tears fell upon the page he read. --Jtknrff W. Longfellow, in St. Nicholas. A SONG. "What time the violets bloom, my dear,' In ways that you and I regret, -I saw your gray eyes first grow clear , With love I cannot fathom yet, But never may forget, my dear-- But never may forget! What time the winds blow fresh, my dear, A fragrant balm was blown to me; I felt the blossom-time draw near; '3b;l!ca3, like sap in flower ojr tree, , . •Swelled lor tha i. «:i to be, my •lear-- •Hie hope of fruit to be! "What time the violets fade, my dea Wliat time the winds blow cMQ cad wet, . 'TtaHWigh el' ngefnl seasons year OB year, Though moons may wane and suns may set, •Oh. say you won't forget, my dear-- Ok, say you won't forget! --Atiantic Monthly. tiHOST STORIES. The events which I record in paper have taken place either in my own family or in the families of intimate friends, or are from the narration of per- Boms of strict veracity. I begin with one told me very lately by a pious and useful minister of the Church of F.nglan^. I give this anecdote of his boyish days as much as possible in his own words. " I was brought up by my grandfather mid grandmother, who resided in the old family mansion on the banks of the Derwent, in Derbyshire. This vener­ able place, which had belonged to our family from the time of the Norman Con­ quest, had a wide reputation for being haunted, and indeed the strange noises which were heard and the strange tricks which were played, for which nothing rational could account, made the belief of general acceptance. From generation to generation no death had occurred in our family without some supernatural warning being given, and in what I am about to tell you I was the person visit­ ed for this purpose. "When I was about 17 years.of age, it was rather suddenly agreed that I should go with * granny,' as I called her, to pay a visit of a few days to my par­ ents, who lived in the suburbs of Man- -chester. During the past summer my youngest sister, Lizzie, with whom I Lad been very little acquainted before, had paid us a visit at the time of hay­ making, and I remember thinking that fihe was the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Always in white, with lovely auburn hair floating in long curls over her shoulders, and playfully darting in and out among the hay-inakers, she ap­ peared to me BOEaetuiiig angelic, and when ber vacdt was endedj£,I quite grieved over h<sr departure. I was there- fore much pleased when granny asked me to accompany her to Manchester, as I should see my dear little sister again. A year befoare we had lost an aunt to whom we were deeply attached, and her bereaved husband was at the present time inhabiting one wing of our old fam­ ily mansion. It was the 19th of Decem­ ber, 185-, that, after carefully packing my box for the journey and laying quite at the bottom of the box, as it stood in a corner of say room, seme articles of black crape which I had worn at my aunt's funeral, I went to pay a farewell visit to my uncle in his part of the house. After I had sat with him for some time the hall clock struck 4, and just at that moment I felt a deadly chill and shivering all over me, exactly as if I had been suddenly plunged into cold •J water. I became deadly pale, and my uncle in an alarmed tone asked what was the B»#?J me. I said I did sot know, but that i had never felt such a strange sensation before. My uncle im­ agined that I must have taken cold and recommended my going early to bed, as I was to travel the following day. " Having quite recovered from my un­ pleasant feelings, I spent the evening as usual, and retired to bed at the accus- time. Now, my bedroom was ate the end of a long, narrow corridor, and exactly opposite the door by which I entered was the door of a room said to be haunted, which was always kept closed, and which no servant in the house could be persuaded to enter ; in­ deed, they very unanimously avoided going into the corridor itself after dark, though it opened into many bedrooms besides my own. I had two or three times, while a boy, been in the haunted room with my grandfather; I saw noth ing remarkable about it but a good deal of moldy, old-fashioned furniture, and an immense, funereal-looking bed at one end, with hangings which had once been splendid but were now dropping to pieces from age and neglect. The bed in my room stood exactly facing the door by which I entered and the door of die haunted room across the passage. Another door on the same side of the room was blocked up by my box, which stood against it. I cannot distinctly re­ member whether or not in entering for the night I closed my bedroom door, but think it almost certain that I did so, for it was December and the weather very cold. I went to bed full of my to­ morrow's journey, and not giving a sin­ gle thought to either ghosts or haunted rooms went fast to sleep. How long I slept I cannot guess, but I found myself sitting up in bed intently watching the door of my room, which was wide open, and the door of the haunted room, which was also open, and which I could see distinctly across the corridor as the moonlight fell upon it. From this room came a figure which I watched across the passage, and which, on ap­ proaching my bed, I at once recognized as the aunt I had lost the year be­ fore, dressed in the same clotnes I had last seen her in. She had a most fond and tender expression on her face, but it changed into an angry frown when, stretching over the side of the bed. I tried to embrace her, exclaiming, 'Oh, dear aunt, is that you ?' I felt that I clasped the empty air, the figure vanish­ ing in an instant from my sight. I thought I had been dreaming, and lay down again, to wake up a short time afterward and see again the figure of my aunt, but now differently dressed, ad­ vancing from the haunted room into mine, this time not coming to the bed but going to the box 1 had packed and placed in the corner ready for the next day. This she appeared to rummage over, displacing the contents and then tossing the things back again. 1 watched her with the greatest astonishment, and saw her go slowly out of my door into the door of the haunted room. I don't know whether I slept again »r not, but a third time I was sitting up in bed, a third time my aunt came in, this time close up to the bed, in long, flowing white clothes--a dress in which I had never seen her. I almost gasped out, ' Dear aunt, why do you come ?' to which she replied very clearly and distinctly, but with something of effort, ' I come to make an important communication, but it is all comprised in these words: Poor Lizzie! But don't grieve; Lizzie is quite happy 1' As she finished these words I j started frora the bed with outstretched arms, but she had vanished, and I fell heavily to tlio floor where alie had stood. I suppose that alter getting back to bed I slept till moming, but as soon i»s I saw my grandmother I told her all 'the cir­ cumstances and made her look at my box, which was in the greatest disorder, and all the articles of mourning which I had placed at the bottom of the box I found at the top. My grandmother looked grave but said nothing. I still persisted in thinking it but a curious dream, and we started on our journey that very morning. I was quite in my usual spirits when we arrived at the last railway station. From here we had still a long walk to where my parents lived, and, as we were not expected, I pleased myself bv thinking how surprised they would all be. We arrived, and just as I laid my hand on the latch of the garden gate to open it for granny, I felt exactly the same deathly chill and shivering which had come over me while sitting with my uncle the evening before. When I had recovered and we were go­ ing up the long gravel walk, I said to my grandmother, ' How strange the house looks, granny! All the windows are draped with white, and I never re­ member my mother's room having white curtains before.' Granny made no an­ swer, and as we knocked at the door mv mother opened it, led us into the hall, and received us most affectionately, but spoke in a hushed, subdued tone which frightened me. Her first words were, 1 How glad I am you are come! we looked for you some hours ago.' * How can that be,' we replied,4 when we meant to surprise you, and did not write that we were coming?' 'But did you not,' said she, 4get my two letters?--the one in which I wrote of dear Lizzie's danger­ ous illness from scarlet fever a week ago, and one to tell you of her death at 4 o'clock yesterday, which last ought to have reached you before you started this morning ?' This was a dreadful blow to us, for, as we told my mother, we had received neither letter. When we were a little recovered from the shock, my mother told us that, the day before, Lizzie knew she was dying and said she happy; she took leave of all the family then at home, and referring to me said, ' I should have liked to say good-by to dear Tom--poof Tom ! Give my love to Tom!' As ane said these last words she fell bade andjpassed ainiy; just at that moment the dbek struck 4. She died, then, exactly a* the time when I felt the deathly chill while sitting with my unole. "After my grandfather's death I was placed till I was five-and-twenty in busi­ ness with a master who proved to be a professed atheist Finding me to be an intelligent lad and more than usually well (grounded in the scriptures, he made it his daily business, by specious argument and covert ridicule, to under­ mine my Christian belief, and often flat­ tered himself that he was on the point of succeeding. He oertainly would have done so but for my remembrance of my aunt's appearance in my bedroom at the time of Lizzie's death. Whenever I had time for reflection and thought of that, I felt assured feat tkere was not only a state of being after death, but a direct­ ing power by whose agency even a dis­ embodied spirit could return to the scene of its earthly pilgrimage." A young English lady nearly connect­ ed with our family married, while visit­ ing in Germany, a gentleman of rank and fortune, with whose mother, who lived at a distance o£ about forty miles away, she became a great favorite. At the birth of her first baby she was much distressed that her kind mother-in-law, the Frau ion B ? was not present, nor did her husband venture to lell her that illness--not, however, supposed to be dangerous--was the cause. All went well in the sick-room, and five days after­ ward Madame B , her baby boy by her side, was sleeping soundly, with her curtains drawn, just as darkness had settled down at the close of a winter's day. Contrary to her usual custom the nurse, seeing the lady so fast asleep, had left the room to get something ne­ cessary for the night. Madame B awoke on feeling the pressure of an icy- cold hand on her arm, and, looking up hastily, saw by the light of the lamp her mother-in-law hanging over her and the baby with a very sad expression on her face, which was ashy pale. Raising her­ self in the bed, the young mother ex­ claimed, " O dearest mother ! when did you come ? I am so glad !" The moth­ er-in-law sighed deeply, and replied, " I am only come, dear Alice, to say fare­ well forever; you will never see more on earth!" She instantly vanished out of sight, and the nurse, returning, found her lady in state of great excitement and alarm, calling for her mother-in-law and saying that she must be in the house, hav­ ing just left her bedside. The poor lady was ill for many days, and it was long before she was told that her husband's mother bad died at her own castle, forty miles away, at the very moment when she stood beside her. A sister of this young Madame B was staying at Brighton, with the family of a young friendt in a deplorable state of healthy but who was gradually getting better under the care of a doctor, clever and zealous, who visited her daily, and took the greatest interest in her case. He was a tall, slender man, with long, thin fingers, most remarkably white, and a countenance which seemed to bear the impress of all the woes and troubles of his numerous patients, so deep was the sympathy he felt for those who suffered. One day there was much sorrow in the family; the kind physician, on whose visits they so much depended, died sud­ denly; none of them dared to tell the in­ valid, and, for a few days, nothing was said, but the family noticed that poor Minnie S looked very pensive and grave. At length her mother thought it best to tell her, when she quietly re- Elied, "I have known it from the first; e came and told me himself, and comes to see me every night!" A few nights after this, for some reason or another, the invalid went to sleep in a different room, and the young friend staying on a visit took her place in the vacated bed. Toward midnight the family, who kept late hours, retired for the night, and Georgy D took possession of her friend s bed, quite ignorant of the doc­ tor's nightly visits. In about an hour loud shrieks were heard from the room, and the young girl was found on the side of the bed, pale, trembling, and almost convulsed with terror. She said that, having undressed and gone to bed, first shutting and locking the bedroom door, she went fast to sleep, leaving her curtains undrawn, and the lamp on the dressing-table alight. She was awak­ ened by a rustling noise beside her bed, and, starting up, saw the doctor, dressed just. as he was in life, standing there. He then sat down on the side of the bed and laid his long, pale hand on her arm, but the moment he saw that the occu­ pant of the bed was changed he got up, and vanished from her sight before reach­ ing Jhe door. Strange to say, that very instant he went to the room where Min­ nie S was Sleeping, and held his customary conversation with her, quite unseen and unheard by Annie D , a younger sister of the one to whom lie had just been so plainly visible. After a time his visits ceased. At the close of the Burmese war, Lieut. K , a young officer who had been severely wounded in one of the ac­ tions and subsequently attacked by fever, was sent home on a sick certificate some months before the return of his regi­ ment, whose term of service in India had nearly expired. He left many friends behind him, but none from whom he more deeply regretted to part than Mr. P----, the British collector at Ma­ dura, with whom he had been for years on terms of most familiar intimacy. The very first night of his landing in En­ gland, after an absence which dated from boyhood, he lay long awake in his bed at the hotel where he had taken up his quarters. He felt very restless, and thought over all he had gone through in India, and the friends he had left, to see, probably, no more. Among these he thought of his friend P . It was past midnight, and he was still meditating, when he heard some one in the room, though he had locked the door before undressing. He looked to the side from which the sound came, and distinctly saw his friend P , not far from the bed, gazing at him very mournfully. Aston­ ished beyond measure, he prepared to step out of bed, exclaiming, "Why, p t Whatever brings you here His friend waved his hand as if to keep him off, shook his head sadly, and, glid­ ing toward the door, suddenly disap- I peared. K remained awake nearly the whole night, quite unable to account for what had happened. In due course of time the mails from India brought word that P had died of cholera, at Madura, after a few hours' illness, on the very night in whioh he appeared to Lieut K . Some time after my dear mother's death, I was sitting with my father, Col, D , in his dressing-room, and w© were mutually deploring our dreadful misfortune, and going over, as we were too prone to do, many of the circum­ stances attending her last illness. I re­ marked to him, among other things, that her illness was in the beginning so slight that I should not have felt the least fear as to the result had I not been extremely discouraged by the sadness and preoccupation of mind manifested by himself at that time. My father, after some hesitation, related to me the oc­ currence which had occasioned his un­ wonted depression of spirits, which I can truly say 1 listened to in dumb astonish­ ment, so unlikely a person did he ap­ pear to have experienced anything of the sort He was sitting one evening after dinner with my mother, conversing on various subjects. The wine and dessert having been placed on the table, they drew their chairs up to each corner of a blazing fire, the evenings being chilly, though it was only the early autumn. After a time my mother appeared to be dozing in her chair, and my father drew out his pocket- book to make a note of some visit he had to pay the next day. He found, however, that the pencil-case he always carried in his pocket, and much valued as the gift of an old friend, was not there, and, concluding that he had left it on his dressing-table before dinner, quietly left the room to fetch it. The staircase went up from the hall, and at the first landing branched off into two smaller staircases, the one to the left leading to my mother's apartments, a bedroom and dressing-room fronting the lawn, with a wide landing-place and window between the two rooms; the one to the right, through an arched door-way into a long corridor, with bedrooms on each side, and a back staircase at the end. My father's dressing-room was in the mid­ dle of the corridor. Having found his pencil-case, he was coming out of the arched door-way before mentioned, when he saw my mother before liim on the small flight of stairs leading to her own rooms. She turned into her dressing- room, and my father, much surprised to see her, followed to give her his arm in coming down again, as she was rather infirm. What was his astonishment on entering the room to find no one there. He could hardly believe the evidence of his senses, and when, on returning to the dining-room, he found my mother in her chair by the fire exactly as he had left her, he Knew not what to think. When she roused up before tea, he asked whether she had left the room since dinner, to which she answered, " Not for a moment." When my father was on his death-bed, he was for some time delirious, but, on the last morning, a few hours before death, he was perfectly lucid, and said to me, "I shall' soon leave you, my child; your dear mother has oome to fetoh me!" Then, seeing, doubtless, my look of awed astonishment,, he added, "Yes, my dear wife has lain by my side all night." I had never left his bedside, but had neither seen nor heard anything unusual, except that during the night he seemed, at intervals, to be talking fondly to some one near him.--H. B. K., in Atlantic Monthly for October. A Wonderful Hunt. Sol Kimball, of Warren county, saw from his breakfast-table a young buck grazing on the side of a ravine about 300 yards from the house. He seized his rifle, and, without any other ammunition than the onetmll therein contained, pro­ ceeded, by the aid of the garden fence, to slip up on the buck. He reached the ravine, and noiselessly made his way to within a good gunshot distance of the buck, which had then descended to the ravine. He fired, and, though a good marksman, missed his shot, but lulled two deer that were grazing just beyond. As he went up the ravine to recover his game, he flushed a flock of wild turkeys, which by the way was Ms favorite game. He soon erected a " blind," and with his mouth yelped up a fine gobbler. It was not until he drew a " bead" on the trusty rifle that he was reminded that there was no load in it and that he had no ammunition along. By much perse- verence he finally ~ot the gobbler within three feet of his " blind, " tmd, jumping out suddenly and at the same time mak­ ing a very hideous yell, so frightened his turkeyship as to prevent him from flying. Sol ran him down, caught him, and wrung off his head. After getting his two deer and the turkey-gobbler, he started home, and upon his way came upon a covey of partridges. He imitat­ ed by his voice a young partridge in dis­ tress, whereupon the entire flock, with ruffled feathers, made an attack upon him. He drew his ramrod from the rifle and took his time in killing each and every one of the covey as they ap- Sroached him for battle. Hugh J. ones, Esq., of Warren county will vouch for the foregoing facts.--Raleigh (N. C.) Observer. Women Telegraphers. In Berlin there are about 100 females employed in the telegraph office, and among them are to be found women of good standing in society. Those who enter are trained in the necessary theo­ retical and practical knowledge in a special school, established by the post- office authorities. The preliminary ex­ amination is higher in its requirements than in England, comprising English, French, geography, and the construction of German sentences. A three months' course is required in the practising rooms, where the management of the apparatus is taught, and a practical ex­ amination is then passed. Lectures up­ on physics and chemistry are then attend­ ed twice a week for five months, after which an appointment is given. Then another written and verbal examination must be passed upon the internal man­ agement of the telegraph service, and the uses of the various portions of the ap­ paratus. When all these trials have been successfully passed the candidate receives a permanent appointment. The service is in great demand, and the work of the ladies is said to be highly sat­ isfactory. A _ PUMPKIN that measures over six feet in circumference, and weighs above 200 pounds, is now growing on a form in California. HOW TO KILL DEES. A X«M| Texan Telia or I of "Book Savor." [From the San Antonio Herald.] We give the following letter from an enthusiastic young Antonian, now visit­ ing the Western hula for the benefit of his health: ".This morning I was sauntering along the banks of your romantic stream, and, in the absence of a gun, was enjoying a little hunt with my pistol and a hatchet which I had slung in my belt Turning around in the stream I saw a short dis­ tance in advance two deer standing in the<|dge of the stream. I quietly crept up, and, taking a careful aim, fired, wounding the largest of the two some­ where _ in the leg. At the crack of my old pistol the deer made a spring for deep water, and I, in the flush of excite­ ment (my first case of genuine " buck fever "), made a leap into the stream in pursuit of mv prize. Strange as it may seem, I reached the plunging animal, grasped hold of the tail, ana hung there for dear life. The deer, more frightened than hurt, now commenced a frantic voyage of discovery, trying to discover what style of rearing and plunging was best calculated to free itself from the firm grasp of my muscular hand. It swam into deep water and into shallow water, across the stream, up the stream and down the stream, but to no purpose. I could sometimes touch bottom, and sometimes couldn't, but I held on all the same. The deer tried to kick me off, but, being in the water, the force of its kicking did not avail much. " After towing me all over the stream, and down about a quarter of a mile, the deer seemed to resolve on a new style of tactics. It every little while made a frantic effort to turn about and fight me with its front feet and horns, and I had to do some tall swimming around the circle to prevent the accomplishment of its design. After it had tried this re­ peatedly, I struck an idea--that as soon as we struck bottom again, and where I thought I could get a footing, to court this turoing-around motion of the deei and Mil the animal with my little hatch­ et As we went sailing along through a deep channel I succeeded in getting my hatchet out of my belt, and we soon struck a bar, where we both found good footing. The deer had no sooner touched bottom than it made a turn on me again, and I, letting up on the tail, allowed it to turn and oome for me, and, as it did so, I delivered a well-poised blow that laid it out You can well imagine what a blow it must have been when I had drank about three-fourths of a quart of fresh milk before starting on the expedi­ tion. After getting my breath a little, 1 dragged my fine prize ashore, and went back to change my clothes and get a team to take it home. I think that I justly claim the champion's belt until some fellow actually catches a deer in his hat" GBICKKT8. sr ton* WBH. In twilights of the waning year, WfhAll dftTS sKvidoa thniv snmr B twilights of the waning year. When days sbrklge their summer noiJS£ f . Th« cricket hushes m to bear i' » Me brooding o'er the season's Joys. - j* * Htenote is nature's retrospect, A ^ •*ol5<;68 her mind in change; ; °* flowers are wrecked . aw stranded on Its tender range. "tirred the lids of earilL w of the tUBettiitetl di|B. I^g tif>!irs »pho«n only toil was mirth, -- Whose sails we set for western bays, !?Met °°lor" ont aig"als to the evening star That in the offing best about To show us reefs of dusk afar; ^ that throbbed to keep An^^e?eM,in the Bilent tree« PiP® M from our sleep • The cricket broods and thinks of these. Itom empty nests the carols drop To soft regret amonp «»»j Id etems no longer flame atop fo light short afternoons that My summer lays a pondering oar . Along the ground, and listens nfl. As all the footsteps of the year Upon the edge of distance sweM They fade, they shrink to this thin On every trembling nerve it plays; Of roses plucked, of meadows mown It tells, of aU my perfect days; , Of moments tuned by new delight. Of thoughts that soared upon their wing And balanced sung my secret plight-- That whole surprise of blossoming; Those bumpers of a dauntless vein, Toured often as my Juue came «y»sr To pledge to nature's new refrain ; That kiss--warm solstice of my year! --Atlantic Monthly for October, Scarlet Fever PrwMtioiis. Among the various State Boards of Health, those of Massachusetts and Michigan deserve special prominenoe for the character of their researches and their application of the principles of sanitary science. Quite lately the Mich­ igan board has issued a circular in refer­ ence to the restriction and prevention of scarlet fever, believing that by proper precaution epidemics of this kind can be easily prevented. They set out with the proposition that scarlet fever is now believed to be one of the most contagious diseases, and re- vuires as careful treatment of the pa­ tient and of his excretions as in cases of small-pox, like which, also, it has a period of incubation of from one to four­ teen days. The first precaution is the isolation of the sick from the well, and the preven­ tion of contact with the patient. The room should be cleared from all un­ necessary clothing, carpets, or other substances in which the poison may lurk and be thence transferred elsewhere. The patient should use rags in place of handkerchiefs, so that they may be burned. Body and bed linen, should be placed in vessels of water containing chloride of lime or similar substance. Discharges should be received in a solu­ tion of sulphate of iron or copper, and be afterward buried. Persons recover­ ing from this disease should be consid­ ered dangerous as long as there is any scaling of the skin, soreness of the eyes, etc. Blany other precautions are in­ culcated, all of which are -considered more or less important. --Harper's Week y. Tax Oppression In Turkey. It is a marvel to me how any people in the world can persist in engaging in agriculture under a system of such out­ rageous taxation as is carried out by the Turkish Government. This oppression is by no means confined to Christians; the Mohammedan farmers are subject to the same drawbacks. It seems as if the Sultan's officers impose the heaviest taxes where they are the easiest collect­ ed, without the slightest regard for jus­ tice or fitness. The tillers of the soil cannot run away or hide their crops or avoid a valuation of their crops as mer­ chants and traders can, and therefore they are made to pay more than any other class. The revenue officers sim­ ply farm out the grain and cattle tax (to be paid in kind) of each village or dis­ trict to contractors, who pay in cash and are furnished with a police force to col­ lect their dues, enjoying' complete liber­ ty for practicing all sorts of tricks and oppression on weir own account --Let­ ter from Turkey. The Prince of Wales' Indian Presents. I doubt if Solomon ever saw anything so gorgeous as this collection at Beth- nal Green. Fancy a whole large glass case full of gold and silver gems. All ablaze with diamonds ! Imagine a bed­ stead whose coverlet, pillows and cur- tainc are made of India shawls of the finest texture ever turned out from the looms of Cashmere! Conjure up a dressing-gown composed of the plumage off the backs of millions of gorgeous- hued humming-birds ! See for yourself a palanquin of tortoise shell, inlaid with gold, with downy cushions covered with strange stuffs whose woof seems as if it were diamonds, its web rubies and em­ eralds. One glass case is lull of jeweled swords, all of enormous value and great beauty. The handsomest came from Delhi, and, with its jeweled hilt and scabbard and waist belt* is valued at $50,000.--London Letter. PITH AND POINT. A coiiORED postmaster is now called a blackmailer. AFFECTION which is never reciprocated --Neuralgic affection. ( A PARTIAL, libel--Most men love little-• women, and little women love most men. f THERE S one melancholy fact about a calendar--there's no time when its day are not numbered. , WHY are some women very much like! tea-kettles? Because thev sing awaj" pleasantly, and then all 'at once, boil over. , h* New Jersey, when they want^Wk praise a man, they say, " He has such a mean-looking faoe that a fly wouldn't light on it. WHY is a young lady who has just 1 left boarding-sohool like a building com*. i mittee? Because she is ready to receive , proposals. THE Hawk-Eye notes the fact that the boy who does not know that the gun if loaded is nevertheless always to be found at the safe end of the gun. j A MAN declares that it is impossible for him to keep out of trouble, for iL the best times nis business drives hiw> 1 t o t h e w a l l . H e i s a b i l l - p o s t e r . - i f IT is suggested that one reason wh, - • 1 Californians hate Chinese is because th latter introduced the fashion of havir shirts washed at least once a week. • WOMEN like to be loved; but if THE woman with a high hat at the church !-• knew how much she is hated fer severa ; pews round she might not feel so vain. "GRANDMA, why don't you keep a servant any longer ?" "Well, you see, my child, I am getting old now, and can't take care of one as I used to. you know." " WHY don't you mount a clean col­ lar, Brown? I do three times a day." "Yes,"' replied Brown to the boaster; '• bnt every one's mother isn't a washer­ woman." AN Irish pilot being asked if he knew the rocks in the harbor, replied with con­ fidence, " I do, yer honor, ivery wan oy thim. That's wan," he said, calmly, as the shijp struck, filled and sunk. Tmc^ride columns of the New York Tribune are very advantageous during the European war. They can, once in a while, get in a Russian General's name ' without overrunning into the next line. SPORTSMAN (after a fruitless tramp)--, " I say, boy, is there anything to shook,, about here?" Boy--"Well, nothing ( about here; bnt the schoolmaster is down ! the hill yonder; you can pop him over." ' MABEL: " Do take me out, mamma!" Mamma: " I can't, darling, to-day; I am going to shop, and make so many calls." Mabel: "Well, rt's very hard; you shouldn't keep a child if yon cannot take it out." ^ MEDICAXI authorities unite in denounc­ ing hair-dyes as dangerous, because of their influence on the brain. When wa find a man who has any brains using hair-dye we will warn him.--Toledo Blade. HANDSOME BUT SHY: "Ah! good morning, miss. Is your father at home? I .have some important matters to propose to him." Demure miss: "I am very sorry that my father is out, but why not propose to me? I'm not engaged." 'Handsome but Shy retreats in dis­ may.) " YKS," said she, " a dish of ioe-cream relaxes the muscles of my heart, but two dishes--Oh, two dishes! makes me feel as though I could love on and on for­ ever." So he ordered the waiter to. bring on another dish, and he oounted not the cost THE latest addition to the F.ngKah language is the word " suiciding." The San Francisco News Letter, writing the biography of a fellow-citizen, says: "Mr. J ones felodeseed this morning successful­ ly. He hymeneated three years ago, and he will be sepulchred to-morrow." THE following are two stanzas of a song which is very popular among the colored worshipers of this city and which is often sung at revivals : I shake de dun' off ob my feet, An' walk barefoot on the golden street. I know my hide's chuck full of sin, But I know old Peter will let me in. Den rise, children, rise up in a crowd, An1 shout an' sing to the angels,loud; An' fix your eyes on de lan' ob rest, Kase hell am hot as a hornet's nest. --Raleigh Observer. DK. W. B. BABTLETT, of New Haven, treats in the September number of the Sanitarian of tne causes of disease in country homes. The causes are bad air, impure water, improper food and cloth­ ing, unsuitable dwellings, and exhaust­ ing occupations. More attention is now given, _ Dr. Bartlett says, to healthful conditions of life in the city than in the country, although the country is more favorable to health if right conditions are observed. CINCINNATI consumed 52,000 barrels of beer during August