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*R amm. >KS ISKTMRNOR. k: Wi HhepMk--• W':<' 'U ^aotblne inor*. . --_ ^ ,-jto tSk® aw back, wmmm tents at yoor mimic oowl ltatttwy tare no better; they're in the mom 8x; i iron vary the usnat order of sport: era take what you please while yon plag your tateka. _ Ho doubt it nerved well aa a source of fun ? _To match your lovor«, this one against that; .©lough perhaps, when the evening a amusement t, . is done *jAnd the pack pat aside, we seem rather flat. »it suppose that by chance in the dead of the ni} ht, Vt ^. 'When yoa dream with disdain of our being Inort. Wo should break your repose, rising up in oar might, f And declare to your face that our feelings an , hurt? whatever yoa fancy, we each have a FOUI, And the rales that apply here are oddly ao '•*"« planned ^bat -n hilo we seam bent to your finger's con- " '> •" trol, And are played with, yet we too are taking a hand. t Xfton't you see that a sequence of hrarts you may ?; break ' While attempting one mean little trump-spot " to save, \ succumb to an equally luckless mistake And let a king go for the sake of a knave ? iftMs Tom's diamond take yon. or is it my heart? ^JThe deuce, after all, will perhaps end the race; When, a*rain you may yiel. to young Alg noo V'f Smart, •' Or the one-eyed old banker's Cyclopean ao*. •Jl»> same's to be Lottery--eo you say-- , TJlr Matrimonv? No; both, I declare 1 Why, the next thing I know you'll take to Old * Maid, And leave me to sorrow and Solitaire. Ckosa purposes still! This never will do. JTou've lieguii Vingt-et-un; I'm at Thirty-one-- ten yoars apart. Ah. I wish I knew Some smoother way to make matte s runt •ifou change the fame like a pantomime; Ami novr it's Euchre. I really believe, Ijiir vou'ro trying to cheat me half of the time, . Wit'.! a' little joker"--a laugh in your sl$eve. • Lit us end this nonsense' What do you , lieave me out, and go on with the rest, , Of throw the whole heap of car .Is away, kf And stake your all on a man as the best, ton can't manage love according to Hoyle, And your effort to do so you surely would rue; fciRides, what'b the use of such intricate toil?-- ' i fSou shall win all the games if I only wftlffcHt! •^Harper's Magazine. AM babe like you, dreamy voioe, her liatenar, ,•> ^oor lbrr lw so must die, and while •round her bed the brought to me. He w mon, witt great dark eyes ind a broad brow, ana yet he had Italy's mouth, so sensitive and tender, quivering with every emotion. I remember when he was a week old. I had him in the nursery when you came in, staggering like a man under a heavy burden, till you fell on your knees beside me to sob: M 'God has taken Mary, but He has left my boy! Thank God for my boy r " * A long, quivering sigh broke from the invalid's lips. "I can see him as he was at 3 years old, with his brown curls shining like satin, falling over his little velvet coat, his soft, round cheeks rosy with health, and his eyes full of frank, bright intel­ lect He was not quite 4 when he had scarlet fever. How many nights nil father's Lucy, lean- "»softly bathed _ where the death dews wen gathering fast. "Ned's boy! the dying man gasped, as the baby face was lifted to his own. "Ned's baby! May God blew the child! And may God ever bless Mattie! See to it, Ned, that she never wants love while you live--Mattie, who brought you to my arms, as she has brought your son this night! Mattie, who brought you to-night to take t;;e sting from death! Thoy will tell you, Ned, that Mattie never wearies in doing good, but she has done no nobler work in her life than she has done to-day in bringing mf boy to my side." These were the last words Simon Hartwright spoke until, at the last he whispered: "Ned--forgive--my boy --God bless my boy!" and he died with the blessing on his lips. Mattie Colwell lives her quiet life of usefulness, leaving undone no kindly you walked him up and down in your i aet her hands can accomplish; but there MATTIE'S GOOD WORK. • "The doctor says he cannot live more Klan a few days longer." Mattie Colwell has been inquiring how it fared with Simon Hartright, the rich man of Upham, who lay wasting with a fatal illness. Not a young man, yet one who carried 57 years as erectly as 30, and who had borne promise of a long life before the fatal disease came suddenly to end his hope. In the "auld lang syne," which every man and wo­ man past their first youth carrv in ,« ,. ,. , ,. ... . their hearts, Simon Hartright had thanking him for his life. Again wooed pretty Mattie Colwell and won mon, I heard .you thank God that her love. Before their betrothal was six months old, when the lovers were driving out together, the ' horse had taken fright, run away, and Mattie was tiirown out and crippled for life. ."When this was an established fact the girl had bidden her lover farewell, and, % refusing all his warm entreaties, had "taken up the burden of her life alone. its years rolled by her infirmities had increased, until at 50 she was a feeble woman beside the strong, stalwart lover Of her youth. . It had been one of the rare cases phere love mellowed into life-long friendship, though Simon had married Slid lost his wife, and had one son liv­ ing, estranged from his father, a son itpon whom Msttie had poured out all the mother-love that ever woman hides in her heart. But while sorrow, pain and loneliness had never hardened Mattie's heart, but |tft it at 50 as tender, pure, and true is it was at 17, Simon Hartright had grown hard and stern, devoted to money-making, and full of worldly wis­ dom. When his old love had timidly tried to heal the breach between him­ self and Edward, his first-born, he had repulsed her good offices so sternly that she had never dared repeat them, and only comforted her heart by cor- fisponding with the boy she loved so fell. But the fiat had gone forth that over­ came all womanly timidity, and Mat- He, when her question was answered, went slowly to her room, her head bowed and tears coursing down her withered cheeks. Once there, she knelt and prayed long and fervently. She rose from her knees very pale, but with a steady light in her soft, brown eyes, and putting on her demure, Qua- lier-like bonnet and cape, went out into the chill, winter air. All about her the snowflakes whirled in the bit­ ter wind, but she kept forward till she Stood at the door of the great white house Simon Hartright had built for his home. The housekeeper, who opened the door, knew Miss Mattie well, for the crippled old maid was beloved by •Very man, woman, and child in Upham lor her gentle charities and noble, self- facrificing life. "I'm glad you've come to see Mr, Hartwright," said the, housekeeper, "for he is very bad to-aav. He can't lie down at all now without suffocating spells. Will you go up?" Up to a lofty room, luxuriously fur- nished, where the sick man sat in a great arm-chair, far away from the ifiiddy grate fire that tortured his arms, when the fever would not let him sleep; bow many days you sat be­ side him calming the delirious fancies of his baby brain till the day that life- giving sleep cam? to restore him, and Again vou thanked God for your boy's life "Mattie, you torture me! I cannot bear this!" the sick man murmured hoarsely. "I was at my window one morning," Mattie said, still in the same even mon­ otone, "when a carriage dashed up the road with a pair ot runaway horses. The reins were in the road, and there was no control over the terrified ani­ mals, who dashed forward, the carriage swggring heavily from side to side, threatening every moment to be dashed to pieces. Inside a man tried vainly to open the doors. The driver lay upon the road beyond, thrown from his seat half in­ toxicated and badly injured. While I looked, paralyzed with horror^ a mere boy, not 18, ran from my door into the road, threw himself before the horses, battled with them as they reared and plunged threatening every moment to dash him to pieces, ana held them un­ til other aid came. Men ran to help, and the stripling opened the door of the carriage when the horses were quiet to release his father. The blood was streaming from a great gash in his face, but he never heeded it when his father held him in his close embrace, Si- ia saving your life your boy had not lost his own." There was deep silence in the room as Mattie spoke the last works. Simon Hartwright's face was hidden, but his hands trembled, covering the agitated features. Mattie took from her pocket a letter, and read: "MY DEAB AUNT MATTIE: . Lucy is about again, and our boy is doing finely. He is a thorough HartwriKht, with my dear father's eyes, and we have had him christened Simoju I wrote to my father, but again my lotter has come back to me unopened. How can I ever soften his heart toward me if he will never read niv letters? I weary for his forgiveness! I am doing well here, and" my salary will allow some little comforts for Lucy and'tho boy be­ side mere necessities; but I long to hear my father say, 'Ned. I forgive you.' uIf you knew Lucy in her life here, if you could see how patiently she bears every priva­ tion, how loving she is when we are* still so poor, how careful she is never to reproach me for what she has suffered, yon woula not won­ der that I caD not say: 'Fattier, I am sorry I married her!' I am not; I never can be sorry for that, yet I do sorrow over my father's anger. Will you not see him for me, plead for me? Tell him I care nothing for his wealth; we can live happily in our humble fashion, but I long unutterably to hear his voice in forgiveness, to clasp his hand, to know he loves me again! Plead for me, Aunt Mattie He must be lonely, and my heart aches for his loneliness. "Lucy sends love and this tiny lock of young Simon's hair. Lovinglv, "NED." "Simon?" Mattie's voice was solemn ill its earnest tone of pleading. "Simon, you will not die without for­ giving your boy, Mary's boy, who saved your life at the risk of his own, who loves you so truly!" Simon Hartwright lifted his face from the cushions, where it had been hidden. Upon the wasted cheek tears stood like great diamonds, and the voice was broken and hoase that said: "Send for my boy, Mattie!" Gladly the message was written and sent to the telegraph otlioe. ' With a smile that but few people gver saw upon his hard face, Simon Hartwright stretched out his hand to Mattie Col well. *• j sure you would come when S » fhey told you how bad 1 was," he said, folding her little white hand in his fwn, almost as white now. "You have ot been my friend of late, Mattie?" a "Always your friend, Simon," was the answer, "but thinking you wrong • In one act of your life; it is for that I ;,V,,;,j|m here." ^ Sl e threw aside her hat and cape as v ( P spoke, and took a chair beside the invalid. Upon his face had gathered | m hard frown. His lips were firmly »tv/-;:J?lded, and his eyes cruel as death. • , „ v JJndaunted, Mattie said: ' " "You will forgive Ned, Simon?" ' " "Never! He disobeyed me where I liad most set my heart." "He married Lucy Wheaton, loving ter.* "A girl whose father was a common flrunkard, who died in delirium tre- jnens and was buried by charity. #. "But a good, pure girl, who nobly "<\'.|l.id her duty to father and baby sister ."till both died. A loving, tender girl, against who there was no whisper of feproach, and a faithful, good wife now • lor three years. You will not die un­ forgiving !" ! . "I have made my will. It is here," trad he opened a drawer in the table be­ tide him. "There are some legacies, but the bulk of my fortune goes to found a library ai Upham, this house : to be use for the pnrpose. Ned will Sieve $500." "Oh, Simon, destroy that willl" y "When Edward defied me, when he Clung to the girl I detested and is no memory of good work done so precious to her heart as the memory of the reconciliation her words accom* Ehshed between Simon Hartwright and is son. Ill: To MB. EDWABO HABTWBIOHT, No. 37 street, New York: Your father wishes to see you. Come at onoe. He is dangerously ill MATTIE COLWELL. The evening shadows were creeping over the great room where Simon Hart­ wright waited for the dread summons he knew could not long be delayed. Mattie Colwell had not left him. By every sweet memory cherished in her soul she had kept alive the ten­ der, forgiving spirit her words had al­ ready wakened in the father's heart. The agitation of the morning had added much to the invalid's sufferings, and, as evening came on, the gentle, loving watcher feared the son would come too late for his father's tyords of reconciliation. He had been dozing uneasily, when he suddenly started awake. "The will! Mattie, we forgot the will! It is in the drawer. Burn it, Mattie! Tell Ned there is a legacy for you---f10,000! If the will stands my boy ia disinherited. Burn it, Mattie!" With trembling hands Simon Hart- wright drew from the drawer the will that left his son a beggar, and thrust it into Mattie Colwell's hands. "Burn it ! Let me see it burn!" he said, feverishly: and with eagerness, and gladly Mattie laid the paper upon the burning coals of the grate. While they watched it burn there was a noise of rapid horses' feet, a roll of wheels, a bustle at the door, and quick feet upon the stairs. "Ned! Ned!" The voice of the siek man rang out clear and shrill, and was answered by a loud cry. "Father, I am coming!" Then Mattie stole out of the room as a tall figure rushed in, and Ned Hartwright knelt beside his father's chair, to feel warm tears upon his face, the clasp of loving arms, and hearth broken words of blessing and welcome. ^ In the hall Mattie found a little figure waiting in bewildered patience for welcome, and took upon herself the office of hostess to the blue-eyed wife, for whose sake Ned had dared his father's anger and imperiled his inher­ itance. Mattie took Lucy into the warm drawing-room, ordered supper for the travelers, and unrolled the two- months' baby from its multitudinous shawls and wraps. Mattie listened to the tearful de­ scription of Ned's mingled joy and sor row when the telegram came. Mattie |f ' fcecretly married her, I told him he was j smoothed the fair curls of the young Boa n° lonKer- He ha8 liTed for wife' calmed her agitation and took her three years away from me " into loving confidence. And when Ned • Starving upon a clerk's salary, when came, grave and pale, to say: "Mv '*•*' E? h.aa, P**"®* twenty-two years of his father will gee you, Lucy," Mattie took Ufe in luxury, the boy from his mother's trembling . ... A Nevndu Log-Chute. A chute is laid from the river's brink up the steep mountain to the railroad, and while we are telling it the monster logs are rushing, thundering, flying, leaping down the declivity. They come with the speed of a thunderbolt, and somewhat of its roar. A track of fire and smoke follows them--fire struck by their friction with the chute logs. They descend the 1709 feet of the chute in fourteen seconds. In doing so they drop 700 feet perpendicularly. They strike the deep water with a report that can be hetfrd a mile distant. Logs fired from a cannon could scaroely have a greater velocity than thoy have at the foot of the chute. The average velocity is over 100 feet a second throughout the entire distanoe, and at the instant they leap from the mouth their speed must be fully 200 feet per second. A sugar pine log sometimes weighs tec tons! What a missile! The water is dashed into the air like a grand plume of diamonds and rainbows, the feathery spray is hurled to the height of 100 feet. It forms the grandest fountain ever beheld. The waters foam and seethe and dash against the shore. One log having spent its force by its mad plunge into the deep waters, has floated so as to be at right angles with the path of the descending monsters. The mouth of the chute is, perhaps, fif­ teen feet above the surface of the water. A huge log hurled from the chute cleaves the air and alights on the floating log. You know how a bullet glances, but can you imagine a saw log glancing? The end strikes with a heavy shock, but glides quickly past for a short distance; then, with a crash like the reverberation of artillery, the fall­ ing log springs vertically into the air, and, with a curve like a rocket, falls into the water a long distance from the log it struck. Men Versus Women. But I tell you what some Boston wo­ men would like. They would like a temple consecrated to them and dedi­ cated to Diana, where they might carry out the schemes of Tennyson's prin­ cesses--where they could teach and yet conceal their ignorance, where they could be listened to forever and with­ out interruption, and where all the hardly, concealed intellectual ambition of a certain class might have room and opportunity for constant display. It is strange that with the progress of civili­ zation there comes always two results. First, the intercourse between men and women becomes easier and pleasanter; second, there is a tendency on the part of both men and women to separate their interests and even their pleas­ ures. A certain portion of the day and the evening is given up to common pleas­ ures, but there is a large part of each day when both men and women prefer to be apart. I think myself it is a good thing, and so long a9 what separates the sexes is their distinctive duties it is well enough. But among the growing leisure class in the East who have no duties these hours of separation are devoted to amusement. You would be astonished to find how many society women in Now York and Boston both smoke and drink. To have nothing to do is a curse to men, but it is deadly poison to women. * They are not, as a rule, BO capable of self-amusement as are men, and they are prone, a9 in the matter of smoking and drinking, to tamper with the coarser passe-tempts of the men. Out of this grow a bold­ ness, a carelessness about the minor delicacies of social life which is notice­ able the moment one touches the bor­ ders of society in Boston, New York, or Washington.--Boston letter. The Drugs of China. "It is all- very well to laugh at our system of medicine," says a Celestial druggist in Brooklyn, "but it is no better nor worse than the civilized. In fact the two are very much alike. This black burned paper here is the same thing exactly as the charcoal tablets of allopathy and the carbo vegetalis of homeopathy. When an American has an acid stomach he takes lime water, potash or magnesia; that is au alkali. A Chinese does practically the same in uiing roasted oyster shelL Doctors here prescribe phosphites and other substances rich in phosphorus for sickly and weak constitutions. Our doctors give a stew made from dried lizards for the same purpose. It is very rich in phosphorus, and what is more, it has a virtue American medi­ cines never have--it has a very agree­ able taste. Our solid extracts are similar to those used by civilized phy­ sicians. Menthol, a new remedy in New York State, has been used in China 2,000 years. Of Course we have remedies unknown in this country. We employ the extract of the wild tomato where they use mercury here, and for cathartics the extracts of fruits where here they prescribe nauseous drugs. But we do not use such nasty things as bees' stings, snakes' poison and pow­ dered vermin, as American homeopaths do. Our medicines are not costly. Our opium is cheaper, better and purer than the European. Our medicinal wines are finer, and our extracts are more uniform in quality. In China a man who adulterates medicines is put to death lest he kills others. Here they arrest the offender, and, if the newspapers tell the truth, let him go shortly afterward without punish­ ment."--Brooklrjn Eagle. SUTHERLAND EDWARDS has published a novel called "What Is a Girl to Do?" That depends somewhat; if she wants to climb over a fence she is to look cautiously in every direction, gather her skirts in one hand, then change her mind and crawl under. Now all avoided in TWO Stork* That IUU*tri*te the In Our Kduoatiomt Hystem*. A girl Bes bedridden in Brooklyn, and a boy has reoentlr bean broken down in flew York, whos ̂ oases are sadly suggestive. 'The girl was the pride of her parents, and their glorv in her class suocess in the great school for girls which she attended prompted her to overwork. Her application to study did not seem excessive. She worked only a little harder than common, so far as such work enn be measured by the time devoted to it, and she took time enough for sleep. Yet she was eager and anxious and somewhat fear­ ful of being excelled in her class; and so, without knowing that she did so, she made heavier demands upon her strength than she wai able to moat with safety. Examination day came and she con­ quered. Then she threw herself down upon a sofa to sleep, and fell into a state of coma, from which it was im­ possible to arouse her for nearly a week. From that day--now about three years gone--to this, she has been unable to rise from her couch. The girl is a wreck; her intellect is shat­ tered, and every hour of life is a torture to her. The boy _ was a bright fellow, not over ambitious on his own account, but lovingly ambitious to gratify his fath­ er's pride in him.* In all his studies but one he had plain sailing enough, but in that one--Latin--he encoun­ tered unusual difficulty because of some peculiar want of adaptation to the study of languages. He failed in an examination, and his father foolishly manifested a good deal of mortification over the occurrence. The poor boy was resolute in his determination to spare his father a seoond humiliation of the kind, and so he drove himself un­ mercifully in his study. Night after night he arose from his bed as soon as the house was still, and secretly worked at his Latin until near the gray morn­ ing. Nobody knew of this excess, and the father would have forbidden it had he known. But presently the collapse came. The boy's nervous system gave way under the strain, and it is nbw a serious question whether his restora­ tion even to tolerable health will ever be effected by the rest and out-door life ordered for him as the last small hope of saving him. These are but sample cases. There are hundreds of others like them, .and there are thousands in which no such collapse comes, but in which grave in- ais nevertheless done to mind or /, or both. Bright boys and girls are educated into dull men or women; healthy boys and girls are converted by educational processes into nerv­ ous, querulous hypochondriacs, or are trained into incipient consumption or heart disease, or other insidious mal­ ady that spoils as well as shortens their lives. Is it not worth while to ask ourselves seriously whether, in our "high press­ ure" system of education, the pressure is not dangerously high? Do not the emulations of the school-room, the in­ fluence of teachers, and the senseless rivalries created by the marking and examination systems, aflord quite all the stimulus that can be safely put upon childhood? And, above all, do we not mislead children to their hurt by placing, or seeming to place, a higher value upon school success than such success actually has? Suppose a boy stands rather low in his class, what then ? Does it fojilcw that he is lack­ ing in capacity, or even that he has any constitutional and permanent lack of industry? Surely nobody who has been at painB to observe the facts of life can hold such an opinion. At the end of the late war a young man was graduated at the top of his class at West Point, and a friend said to him: "Well, X, your career is secure, of course." I am not so sure of that," was the reply; "I have graduated at the top of my class, it is true, but there is Grant, you know, who graduated at the bot­ tom of his, and he isn't quite a failure in life." Moreover, and apart from all this, the fact remains thas soma minds ma­ ture slower than others, and some ac­ quire much more slowly, while acquir­ ing with admirable certainty, and as­ similating knowledge most profitably. These miss examinations frequently, and are not the worse but the better . for missing them, because there is no profit for such minds in going twice over given ground. In any case, a failure in examination iB not disgrace­ ful, and it is false and hurtful for pa­ rents and teachers to treat it as if it were in some way shameful. That way disaster lies.--New York Commercial Advertiser. Crows and Their Ways. Probably more of our song-birds are destroyed by the crow than all their other enemies combined. The destruc­ tion falls heaviest, too, on the shyer, rarer birds who nest in the thick woods, for the commoner species seem to have found that the shade-trees and orohard are safer places for their precious nests than the forest. The insect-eating birds which the crow destroys are the farmer's best friends. For this reason then the farmer should be, as he generally is, the crow's implacable enemy. It will not tend to soothe this enmity if, as often happens, some little white lamb opens his eyes to the pleasant May sunshine only to have them picked out by a flock of the merciless raveners. The crow, however, is too wary a bird to be easily destroyed. Shotgun range is pretty well known to him, and he takes good care to keep mankind well beyond it. To kill one with a rifle requires something extra good in either marksmanship or luck. By stealing up to a flock feeding on eon- veniently-placed offal, one can often kill a number at one shot. The crow's great inquisitiveness may be made to lead him to destruction. His own call cleverly imitated in a thick woods, will often bring him within range; but if he discovers the impos­ ture in time, he will wheel quickly away, mocking at you in derision. But all the black fellow's smartness is not sufficient for him to escape man's various wiles. The legislators of some of the State oiler bounties for him. The naturalists, who once defended him, now clamor for his death. And guns and boys and poisoned grain are thinning the black flocks to their proper size. Like all the rest of the animal world the crow does not wish his race to be­ come extinct. In May the flocks break up into amorous households of two, and retiring to the unfrequented wood- lots set about building their nests. A tall hemlock or spruce with thick top is generally the tree s lected. A few rough sticks and twigs for a founda­ tion, with a superstructure of softer material, and the nest is ready for its complement of four or fivo_ green and brown eggs. It is a mighty cradle in which the : A'&• K3?&S'JS* -Their lnllaby is the aotudrin* of' the brê through IheneSw the ever- greens, fib who would daspoil a crow's nest must have no dizty head. The crow's.nest is apt to be a noisy place, bnt when the yonng ones slir old enough to add their voice to the tumult the din grows tenfold worse. No juvenile rooster trying his voice comes shorter of his parent's perform­ ance than do these young crows of the standard "caw." It is not until the leaves have begun to turn that the youngsters' voices lose entirely their infantile rawness. On the bright days of the late autumn the black flocks gather and gossip, as they make a meel, perhaps, in some secluded cornfield, and discuss the probabilities of tho coming winter. If it be a mild one a few will remain and eke out a scanty subsistence from the bare woods and field?. But often the whole flock seek warmer climates; and the farmer, as the snows of December fill the air, say: "Guess we're going to have a hard winter--all the crowj have gone."--Charles Whiting Baker, in the Current. Spring Finding in Bavaria. " The Allgemeine Zettung gives some interesting particulars of remarkable suocess in indicating the presence of water springs on the part of a man named Beraz, who seems to be recog­ nized authority in such matters. The scene of his performances was in the Bavarian highlands, at a he ght of more than 1,300 feet above the level of the sea. The commune of Bothenberg, near Hirschhorn, suffered greatly from want of water, and invited Beraz last autumn to endeavor to find some source of supply for them. He inspected the locality one afternoon in presence of public authorities and a reporter of the Allgemeine Zeitung, and an­ nounced that water was to be found at certain spots at depths which he stated. Tlie first spot was in the lower village, at>.d he gave the likely depth at be­ tween sixty-two and seventy-two feet, adding that the volume of water which the spring would give would be of about the diameter of an inch and a quarter. After incessant labor for four weeks, consisting mainly of rock blast­ ing, the workmen came on a copious spring of water at a depth of almost sixty-seven feet. What he declared about a water source for the upper vil­ lage was very singular. He pointed to a spot where he said three water­ courses lay perpendicularly under one another, and running in parallel courses. The first would be found at a depth of between 22| and 26 feet, of about the size of a wheaten straw, and running in the direction from southeast to northwest. The second lay about forty-two feet deep, and was about the size of a thick quill, and ran in the same direction. The third, he said, lay at a depth of abotit fifty-six feet, running in the same direction, a*id as large as a man's little finger. The actual results were as follows: The first water-course was found at a depth of27i feet, running in the direction indicated, and having a diameter of one-fifth of an inch. The- workmen came on the second at a depth of 42f feet; it had a diameter of 7-25ths of an inch. The third was found at 624 feet below the surface, and having a diame­ ter of three-fifths of an inch--all three running in the direction Beraz had indicated. Unfortunately no hint is given of his method of procedure. Feminine Follies. There is one crying sin, however, of which the English women of this gen­ eration are more guilty than their American sisters, and that is the sin of tight lacing. The waists of the ma­ jority are absurdly drawn in, the more absurdly because it destroys the round­ ness and perfection of the English figure. The elderly English woman runs to flesh; so does the elderly American; and in time each of them learns to accept the fact, and sink down into comfortable age with its attendant inches and avoirdupois. But the natural size of a waist to accompany a 36 or 38-inch bust measure would*be' 23 to 24 inches, and when it is reduced by compression to from 18 to 20 inches, this is an actual loss to beauty of form as well as detrimental to the health. Doubtless there are some fooliBh girls and women in America who crowd their breathing apparatus into smaller space than nature intended; but the average size of the American waist be­ ing less, there is perhaps less tempta­ tion to reduce it, and the general ap­ pearance in any large American city shows that the natural standard is more nearly preserved than in London at the present time. On the other hand, we sin more in the matter of bustles and tournures. Such a shelf or projecting bracket at the back of the skirt as may be seen any day and at any minute upon Broadway is not visible in London. The extension of the dross is confined to ruffles and two or threo steels at tho back or to a pair of steels and a pad or small "mattress" fastened on the tailor-made (cloth) gowns to the skirt itself. Women of fashion have quite discontinued the use of the removable excresence called the bustle, nor could one be worn with the close side draperies which are so much used and whioh so perfectly outline the form.--London Letter in Minne­ apolis Press. Cigar-Making in Caba. The Cuban cigarmakers are mainly colored people, although many Creoles and Spanish emigrants engage in the trade. The cigarmakers form the roughest and most miserable part of the population of Havana. When high wages are paid they become unman­ ageable, and manufacturers use every means to entice laborers from one house to another, often bribing and loaning money with no prospect of ever being repaid. Hundreds of dol- larg are spent sometimes in inducing a single workman to leave one place for another. In times of scarcity of hands the State prisoners are released. In 1851 the government freed 800 convicts to supply the wants of tobacco manu­ facturers. Another peculiarity con­ sists in having to pay to employes their earnings three times per day.--Ex­ change. , WouUlu't Oive a Hair a Chance. . "Huro n another big lie," said Mrs. Smith, ~.vho was reading a newspaper. "What is it, my darling?" asked her husband. * Why, tlr's newspaper says that an In­ diana woman was disinterred the other day alter being buried two years, and that whiskers four inches long had grown on her face since her burial. I don't believe a word of it." "I do," said Smith. "Well, I don't., HoW could whiskers grow on a woman's face after she is dead?" "Easy enongh, Jane. She would hold her chin long enough to give the whiskers a chanoe."--Newman In­ dependent, may be i ••ry simple way. You have, firatef ill, to make yourself ac­ quainted with *1m pian of tha town and towalk out of tlia station without any hesitation. If you go wrong it does not much matter; you can soon find your way again, or if not, you can buy a trifle at some shop, where they will set you right. When the cabmen scream at you, as they do at every one, do not look at them, but raise vour chin slightly. That means "no,"'and it will generally quiet them. If they persist, shrug your shoulders, pout your lips, and elevate vour chin more suddenly and distinctly, with a side glance at them,while vou continue your walk. That means, "Don't trouble me." If it should prove ineffectual, which it rarely does, assume as much ferocity as you can command at a short notice into your face, turn softly on your persecutor, fix your eves oa his, and draw your right hand, with the back uppermost, gently but firmly from your throat to your chiu in such a way as to push out your beard, if you are fortunate enough to have one. What this gesture means we cannot say; it is best not to inquire. To judge from its effects on the lazzaroni, it is tantamount to very bad language in­ deed; so that he who employs it inno­ cently may have all the satisfaction without incurring any of the guilt of those noble soldiers who once fought in Flanders. But the gestures must be performed simply, easily, almost me­ chanically, or the cabman will discover that you are only a fraud, and .act ac­ cordingly.--Saturday Review. The Bank of Venice. The Bank of Venice, the first of its kind established in Europe, was founded in 1171. It owed its existence to the long wars between the Guelphs and the Gliibellines, and the govern­ ment's need of money for conducting them. Having exhausted every other resource, the State was obliged to resort to forced loans from its wealthy citizens. Then was organized the Chamber of Loans, which by degrees assumed the form of a bank. It is said of this institution that "it was for many ages the admiration of Europe, the chief instrument of Venetian finance, and the chief facility of a commorce not surpassed by that of any European nation." Funds once de­ posited in the bank could not be with­ drawn, but were transferable at the pleasure of their owners upon its books. So thoroughly did the bank credits be­ come the means through and by which the financial operations - of the people were conducted, that with scarcely an exception during its entire existence, these credits were at a premium over coin, the latter being often clipped and worn, as well as being of various'coun- tries and uncertain values. We may infer that the people were well satis­ fied with the workings of the bank from the statement of a well-known econom­ ical writer that "no book, speech, or pamphlet has been found in which any merchant or dweller in Venice ever put forth any condemnation of its theory or its practice." The Bank of Venice continued without interruption until the Venetian Republic was overthrown by the revolutionary army of France in 1797. A Sum in Arithmetic. "How are you coming on, Uncle Mose?" "Poorly, poorly, thank God." "What s the matter ?" ; "I has seben gals to support, boss; Hit costs a power of money to fill up seben moufs free times a day." "Yes, but I heard one of your daugh­ ters was going to get married, so that will only leave six to support" "Dat's whar you am a foolin* yerself, boss. Dat ar gal am gwinter marry one ob dese Austin culled politicianera, so instead of habin' only six to support, when she marries, I'll hfib eight moufs to feed, for mighty few ob dese politi- cianers, white or black, is wuff de pow­ der hit would take to shoot 'em. No, boss; hit will be eight instead ob six ter feed when dat gal marries, not countin de nateral increase.--Texas Sifting a. Ivy on the Wail. The common belief that ivy; trained against the walls of a dwelling house produces damp walls a»d general un- healthiness is fallacious. The very op­ posite is the case. If one will carefully examine an ivy-clad wall after a shower of rain he will notice that while the overlapping leaves have conducted the water from point to point until it has reached the ground, the wall beneath is perfectly dry and dusty. More than this, the thirsty shoots which force their way into every crevice of the structure which will afford a firm hold act like suckers, in drawing on any articles of moisture for their own nour­ ishment.' The ivy, in fact, acts like a great coat, keeping the house from wet and warm. One more virtue it has in giving to'the ugliest structure an ever­ green beauty.--Land and Water. Science Births. Astronomy, the oldest of the sciences, is said to have originated at Babylon in observations made about 2234 B. C.; it was much advanced in Chalda a un­ der Nabonassar; and it was known to the Chinese about 1100 B. C., if not many centuries before. Geology, the science of the earth, is claimed to have been cultivated in China long before the Christian era, and it occupied tho attention of Aristotle, Theophrastus, Pliny, Avioenna and the Arabian writ­ ers. The Egyptians and Chinese claim an early acquaintance with chemistry, whose first facts were re­ vealed by the experiments of the alchemists, but it did not becoine a science until the seventeenth century. Botany and zoology were founded by Aristotle, about 35J B. O. * f English Walnut. ̂ . It may not generally be known that the English walnut is the most profita­ ble of all nut-bearing trees. When in full bearing they will yield about 300 pounds of nuts to the tree. The nuts sell at 8 cent per ppund; or $24 to the tree. If only twenty-seven trees are planted on an acre, says a Los Angeles 'orchardist, the income would be $549 per acres, or, from twenty acres, $10,- 800 per year. The Los Angeles orchardist has placed the number of trees per acre entirely too low. Double that number of trees can be advan­ tageously grown on an acre. "DOCTORS declare," sajrs the Chicago Journal, "that electric light will eventually destroy the eye-sight. When l'-dison heard the remark he re­ tired into his innermost laboratory, and when he had shut and locked and put a chain against the door, whis­ pered to himself, with a sardonic smile: 'First catch your electric light.' " PROFESSOR JOHN DICKINSON, brother of Anna Dickinson, is going to take the chair lately filled by Prof. Wheeler in the Lawrenoe, Kansas, University. ' WOMAN is the softer sex, shouldn't bet on Hilt If he ean play any "soft sawder" on hie wile.1 --Fall River Advance. "THEEE'LI, 'be no parting," sang Me- linda, as she laid another handful of her husband's hair in the bureau drawer.--St. Paul Herald. You will never feel the stings of an outraged conscienoeif you keep tempt­ ation at the same distance as you would a predatory hornet.--Barbers' Gazette. AN Iowa woman has had a vision of heaven, and says she saw pianos there. The woman must be insane. Hearen is a plaoe of happiness.--Boston Cow-, ier. TALK about profioieney in skating. It is really wonderfnl what the skaters achieve. The Chicago girl, however, is said to have displayed the most won­ derful feet yet seen on skates.--Texas Sifting s. AN exchange says "it has been asoWN tained that only one woman in 1,000 can whistle." That may be, but 999 out of that number can make a man take water in an argument on "wo­ men's rights."--Yonkers Gazette. "I SEE that Jones has given up the fruit and vegetable canning businesa.'* "Is that so? What is the reason? Didn't he succeed?" "Suck seed? No; he wasn't in the seed business. Suc­ cotash, rather."--Newman Independ­ ent. "WHO put up that awning ?" soreamad a woman, looking out from her parlor window. "I did, madam," replied a soft, sweet voice on the inside. It wee that of a St. Louis girl, with her ear. turned toward the window.--Merchant Traveler. "OH, papa,' said a little girl to her father on Michigan avenue, "look at the beggar man with his old clothes go­ ing down the avenue." "Do not laugh at him, my child," said the fond and thoughtful parent, "his wife goes to the roller skating rink."--Carl Prelzefs Weekly. IT has become the custom to speak of a capable newspaper man as a "prac­ tical journalist" to distinguish him from the rest of the world. All other peo­ ple are theoretical journalists, and be­ lieve they could run a paper, if given a chance, just as easy as slipping on a banana peel.--Arkansaw Traveler. CHINESE doctors administer dried and smoked reptiles in cases of con­ sumption. In this country reptiles are also swallowed in cases of consump­ tion. In consumption of whisky, we mean. But they are not dried ones-- not by a lively and wriggling majority, we'va been told.--Norris town Herald. BY THE SEA. The air was soft as woman's touch, The breeze was flower laden: Beside the sea we slowly strolled, I and that lovely maiden. The sky was calm, all earth serene, One of life's drc amy phftBem; But I, alas ! with anguish tilled--^ _ -My new shoes pinched like hlaasa. --Hi. Paul Globe. "A YOUNO lady" wishes us to inform her "what is good for the nose-bleed?" The best thing we ever tried for the nose-bleed, depr lady, was to italicise our nose very emplatically against a door, while groping for a match in the dark. If our fair correspondent has not a door handy, she can find a good substitute by attempting to smooth the rough corner of a marble mantlepieoe with her pretty nose.-- White Hall Times. . • ? BBAIN AND BRAWN IN B08TOV. For many years han Boston town •' Been famous for her men of brains; While culture's gained her great renown, That she "knows beans," the fact remains. The "transcendental ego's" slow To see that Nature's ever kind. And that some recent contents show The pow'r of matter over mind. Now Boston finds that brawn has charms To woo great brains from culture's sway; FOT, while they praise their slugger's ariul, At Snowden's test they tributes lay. The Whichness of the What may in The men of more than mortal ken ; The Nearness of the Now perplex The minds that ponder o'er the Then; Bat when it comes to deeds of might, Where arms and logs for fame contest To win a belt or medal bright. Then Boston brawn leads all the vest 1 Three cheers for culture--both of brain And brawn in bean-fed Boston town! Our Athens is herself again-- By brain and brawn she wins renOWU. --New York Morning Journal. - ... ' , ,r .. ..' ... First Sign of Consumption. It is not as extensively known as it ought to be that in the large majority of cases consumption begins with a slight cough in the morning on getting up. After awhile it is perceived at night on going to bed; next there is an occasional coughing spell some time during the night; by this time there is a difficulty of breathing on any slightly unusual exercise, Or in ascending a hill; and the patient expresses himself with some surprise: "Why, it never used to tire me so!" Next there is occasional coughing after a full meal, and sometimes "cast­ ing up." Even before this, persons be­ gin to feel weak, while there is an al­ most imperceptible thinning in flesh and a gradual diminution in yeight-- karrassing cough, loose bowels, difficult breathing, swollen extremities, daily fever and a miserable death. Misera­ ble because it is tedious, painful and inevitable. How much is it to be wished that the symptoms of this hateful dis­ ease were more generally studied and understood, that it might be detected in its first insidious approaches and application be made at once for its arrest and total eradication; for certain it is that in very many in­ stances it could be accomplished. It must be remembered that cough fa not an invariable attendant of cdn- sumption of the lungs, inasmuoh aa persons have died, and on examination a large portion of the lungs were found to have decayed away, and yet these same persons were never noticed to have had a cough, or observed it them­ selves, until within a few days of death. But such instances are rare and a hab­ itual coughing on getting up and on going to bed may be safely set down ii indicating consumption begun. Cough, as just stated, is originally a curative process--the means which na­ ture uses to rid the body of that whieh offends, of that wlii h is* foreign to the system, and ought to be out of it; henee the folly of using medicines to keep down the cough, as all cough remedies sold in the shops merely do, without taking means at the same time for re­ moving that state of things whi?|t makes cough necessary.--HalPs Jotvr- . nalof Healih. Now, WHEN a man gets to be 80 he ia a public benefactor, for then he is an, encouragement to men of 70 or 75. £ long row of men 80 years of age form a sort of tall board fence, separating younger men from the chilly blast. Yes, I consider living to a great age ' the cheapest and easiest benefaction ai man can make.--Oliver Wendell Holmes. SHEEDY, the Chicago turfman, who was once a bootblack, is estimated to be worth $200,000. At .*•£ ¥,