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non b-, m AND Tsso -R. ..m or n By D. F. BRADLEY &CO0 PICKENS, S. C.v THURSDAY JNAY1 ,qf 181 VO .- .- -N , Examination In Neditine. By a Philadelphia Diploma Cheap Doctor: Examiner-Where is the stomach of man located? Student - Somewhere between the crown of the head and he soles of the feet. "'Tie well. What is the principal use of the stomach?" "To run up board bills." When is it proper to prolong oases of sickness?' SWhen the patient is able to pay well."t "Do you bleed?" "Yes." "What organ?" "The patient's pocket." "Right. What is your favorite style of practice?" "Visiting each patient three times a day, at five dollars per visit." "What are indispensable adjuncts to a good practice ?" "S ectacles, a horse and buggy a stylish residence, dignity, atid a fashon able wife." g "What are the best means of fostering the growth of a small practice?" "By hanging a large door-bell in your house, which can be heard over the entire neighborhood, and emtploying a man to ring it occasionally at night." "What are orthodox aids in securing practice?" "Regular attendance at church, and the employment of another man to rdsh up the aisle during services, and call you out every other Sunday." - Ci Bono ' "That's Latin." "True; but what's the calling and ringing for ?" "To dovelop the idea.abroad of a large practice.b' "What are necessary qualities in a physician ?" "To look wise, talk little, remain non committal as to the nature of the dis asep and impress on the friends of the patient his critical condition. " "What class of patients should be encouraged in developing imaginary complaints?" "Women with nothing to do, and plenty of monoy to do it with." "Correct. You're bound to have an extensive and proatable practice within two years. Hore's your diploma. T-wenty-five dollars, please. "-New York Graphic. "Good to Pull." A number of ladies visited a New York public school, and one of them thought that she would question the tots, and see how much they knew about the senses. What were the eyes for? For seeing. Yes-and what would be the result if we had no eyes? And she asked the little ones to shut their eyes tight. Ay, yes. They understood. And then the ears. What wero they for? Hearing. Yes ; and now stop your ears up as tighitly as you can. Ah i what a sad thing it would be to have no ears. We should never hear the birds sing any more, and never more hear mamma's voice. And then came the nose. What was that for? Somehow the little ones seemed puz zied at this point. About the eyes and ears there had been no question--but the ,nose? They looked up into the lady's face curiously, evidently with an answer ready, but not quite sure of be ing right. Finally the questioner saw an ielligent smile upon one chubby little face-one of the four-year-olds and she said to the child: '"Ah, Miss Dot, you can tell me what the nose is for, can't you ? Come, now speak up. Don't be afraid. What is it ?" A few-twists and puckers, and thenr' with a wondrous sparkle of the great browvn eyes: "'Eb, -I dess its for mammna to tate hold of to pull!" 'That close the examination for the day - New York Palaces. New York is marking the period of its great prosperity by the production of public and private buildings of vastly advanced size, style and elegance. Fifth P. avenue, above Fiftieth street, and the borders of the park, are being lined with houses, churches, hotels, libraries, and other public buildings worthy of the metropolis of the Western World. Te prlvate dwellings - in Paris they would call them "hote's"-now being constructed on apper Fifth avenue rival in costliness, eleaneand luxurious comfort the 'anost noted of the modern private resi iiences in the great capitals of Europe. The Parisian badand walks through the -grand avenues in the neighborhood of the Arc de Triomphe and the Bois de Boulogne, regarding with satisfaction the uniformity of the private hotels in that quarter as the perfection of archi tecture. He has seen nothing finer : there can be nothing finer. A stroll through upper Fifth avenue would show him that our millionaires, who are f amil-. iar~ with the architectural magnificence of the Old World in all its variety, do not beliene that any established style is final or eternal. - 'The Vauderbilt. are spending enor. nmotis stims in expesive Fifth avenue buildings. They have illustrated that many varieties of architecture can be domesticated here, each adding to the beauty and glory of our metropolis. The four magnificent Vanderbilt dwell ings are already numzbered among the finest and most conspicuons architectural ornatnents of Fifth avenue.--Nes York Rvenin2 eltgam. "UNION IN sI3MM.x ir." BY THOMAs D'AInY WeGE. I, A man whose oorn was carried away Before his eyes and whose oats and bay Were iled up Into the landlord's cart Looked towar his castle with sorrowfu'l heart. HI. " You seem" said he " so strong and grand, Like a gin you overlook the land; And a giant in stomach you sure nust be That of all my crup can leave none to me.1 III. Quoth another-" Of such weak words what end T Have you'any hope that the devil will mend, Or the wolf let a kid escape his maw, Or a landlord yield his right. at law I IV. "Let us go over to Rackrent Hall By two and threes-it may befall, As wisdom Is found In the multitude Eoough of us might do the cause some good." V. At first they went by twos and threes, But Rackrent's lord they could not please; And next they went In number a score, But the case was even the same as before. VI. By fifties and hundreds they gathered then, Resolute-patient, dogged men And the landlord owned ihat he thought there was Some slight defect In the present laws. ViI. Then a barony spoke-a country woke A nation struck at thoir feudal yoke 'Twas fouand the Right could not be withstood, And-wisdom was found in the multitude I IN A SHANTY. "Mr. Alwade, this is Melth, the cook." As old Mrs. Watson spoke thus briefly, Wallace Alwade turned partly around, facing the small, delicate woman, whi stood but partially revealed in the shad ows of the long, low-roofed shanty. For one instant he stood gazing in tently into the pale face of the timid, retiring creature before him, then ex tended his hand, with a polite bow and pleasant word of greeting. "Melth. the cook." What a thrill shot through his heart at the mention of the name. As their handi clasped in the dim firelight, and he gazed down into the pale face of the shrinking figure before him, Wallace Alwado's mind grow troubled. That face, so thin and pale, with long ing, regretful shadows lurking in the violet eyes, touched a half-forgotten chord .in his bachelor heart. It was but a dreamy reflection of the past, however. He remembered where he was, and turned away without thinking deeply. It was not likely that an almost forgotten dream would meet with fruition in aplacp like this, a lingy lumber shanty in the heart of the great pine woods. A minute later the jingle of sleigh bells cut the frosty night air. "Well, Mrs. Watson, I must be going," said the lumber dealer, turning toward the door. "Won't you stay all night, Mr. Al wade?". "Impossible, my good woman. I have important business to attend to in town. I find that your husband is managing affairs very well in the woods. I think I can safely trust him to go on with the job." "Tattlers' tongues to the contrary, ehi?" returned the rosy-faced matron, with a rippling laugh. "Yes, the stoi'ies I have heard are all false, Mrs. Watson. I shan't trouble myself about these fying reports again, rest assured." "Thank you, Mr. Alwade. My hus band shall know of your generosity." "Facts are stubborn tings," returned Alwade. "The job is progressing well under Mr. Watson's management, and I am only too glad to place the credit where it bolongs."j Thus speaking the rich lumberman left the room and entered the sleigh that stood waiting at the door. Speeding over the glistening snow, under the tall pines, with the keen 'win ter air cutting like a knife, Walace Al wade felt strangely invigorated after contact with the close air of the lumber shanty. That evening, after reaching his room, Alwade found time for reflection. The face of "Melth, the cook," pale, worn, and timid, haunted him once more, like the dim memory of a half-forgotten dream. Why did he give the pale-faced shanty cook a second thought ? Simply because this was not the first time he had seen that face. In pondering over the subject, Alwade came suddenl into full knowledge why he had been so strangely affected at meeting Melth. A vision of the long ago was before him. He stood under the gaslight plead ing for the love of as beautiful a girl as the sun ever shone on. Hie could see the haughty curl of the full red lips, see the scornful flash of those violet eyes, and even feel the sting of the words that fell from the maiden's lips, refusing him, laughing to scorn all his passionate plead ings; and all because he was but a poor Jaw student, without name or fortune in the world. His hopes were crushed for ever. He went our into the world with a bitter pain in his heart, yet imable even then to conque~r the love that had mas tered him so utterly. That was twelve years ago; twelve painful years to WaliacA Alwade. Out West, under the shadows of the Michi gan pines, he had built up a fortune, and stood one of the foremost men in the strong, vigorous young State where our story is located. For twelve years he had heLard nothing of Meltha Bayne. Was it-'Wonderful, then, that he failed to recognize in "Melth, the cook," the self willed, imperious beauty who had scorn ed him in his youth. After hours of thought he was not fully satisfled. It could not be that Melth& Baynelhad fallen so low as this, a cook in 6ne of his logging shanties That night thle face of Melth haunted the rich lumberman, and at earliest dawn he was once more seated behind his magnificant bays speeding rapidly into the great woods. "Gone!" exclaimed the lumberman, seemingly staggered at a sudded revela tion. "Yes. She must have slipped off in the night some time," said Mrs. Watson, looking her surprise at the strango inter est her employer took in the little faded cook. "It don't matter a great deal, though," continued Mrs. Watson. "My husband can hunt up another woman right quick." Wallace Alwade stood warming his hands by the fire. "She went in the night, you say?" "Yes. or very early this morning." "Why did she go?" "Can't say." "Perhaps she left some word, a note or something?" "Not a thing." "She must have been brave to dare a cold winter's night for the sake of leaving Lbre unseen." "It's queer, very queer," muttered the woman. "Melth and I agreed perfectly. I can't see what cause she had for leaving." Alwade turned hurriedly to depart. As he did so his eyes caught sight of a white edge of paper peering from the inner side of the door-casing. Drawing it forth, he found a few lines hastily writ ten thereon: "Mn. ALwADre-When I met you to-night I knew that you were the one who once know Meltha Ba ne under far different circuin stances. I knew that you recognized mc, and doubtless felt gratified inyour heart for the re venge tiflie has wrought you. Of courso I can not remain another day under this roof. MELTHA." There was not the slightest clew in this brief note to guide his steps. There were but few settlers in the woods, how ever, and he felt that it wouid be an easy matter to discover the whereabouts of the missing woman. Once more outside, the winter air touched his cheeks with icy fingers, and a shudder convulsed his frame as he thought of poor. little. helpless Meltha, exposed to the cold under a pitiless win ter sky, with no home, no place to lay her head. It was his duty to find her before night and offer her a better situation than the one she had but lately occupied. A sudden snow-storm came up, which soon filled the road, so that Alwade's swift bays found it difficult to make any thing but the slowest headway. Down in fleecy billows the snow sifted filling the air and covering the ground completely. The wind rose, whirling the snow up against the pines in huge drifts. The track was no longer visible. Huae banks of snow blocked the way. and the lumberman came suddenly to a full knowledge of the fact that it would soon be impossible for him to proceed. "Ugh! what a fearful night we're hav ing!" muttered the lumberman, as he buttoned his great coat more closely, and strove to peer ahead through the blind ing storm. "Suppose Meltha hasn't found a shelter?" The thought sent a chill to his heart. On and on the horses foundered, the drifts growing deeper, the storm fiercer, meantime. The wind rose to a gale, hurling the snow in sheeted masses through the air, while the gloom of approaching night settled down upon the forest. Aiwade consulted his watch in some surprise. "So late?" he muttered. "I did not think I was going at such a snail's pace. Now I'm in a fix, to be sue" *His horses, struggling in a deeper drift than usual, came suddenly to a halt. Alwade peered about him. The forest looked strange and new to him. The truth suddenly flashed upon his brain. "I see; I've lost the inain road, some how, and this is some 'one of the many old logging tracks," mused the lumber man, forgetting Meltha for the time, under the difficulties of his own situation. Night was setting in rapidly. The storm still raged furiously. There was no chance of finding the right road to night. If this was a log-road, there must be an end somewhere, and then he would find shanties. He touched his horses with the whip. After several attempts, the noble ani mals cleared the drift and moved slowly on. The storm seemed to increase in fury every minute. If he found no shelter soon, Alwade feared for the consequences. Peering anxiously ahead, a dark snow capped pile met his straining vision. The next minute his horses stood steam ing beside a half-ruined log shanty. It was almost dark now, but Alwade quietly ulnhitched from the ontter, and drove his team under the friendly shelter. This had once been used for a barn. Acros, the way, some rods ahead, was the cook's shanty. .Alwade found the door hanging on one hinge, a portion of the shanty roof fallen in, but this shelter was better than the snow and storm outside. He had matches in his pocket, and one of these was quickly ignited. An old bunk stood next the wall. Quickly de molishing this, the lumberman soon had a brisk fire in the long unused fire-place. Removing is great coat, he stood over the fie and warmed his hands, thankful for his lucky escape from death at the hands of the frost king. The fire blazed up brightly, lighting the room throughout. "Good heaven!j what's this ?" Wallace AMwood stood staring into the corner of the room, where a human for'm lay coiled upon the frozen ground. Approaching, the humbermau stood over the dark-robed figur~e stood and gzdfor a minute, spell-fNound, into "Meltha !" Bonding down quickly, the stout man gathered the light form in his arms and bore it to the fire. "Dead I" he groaned, as he gazed into the rigid face. To his great delight, he was soon re warded with a groan, followed shortly after by a sight of two great, frightened violet eyes. "Meltha Bayne," he whispered softly. "Where am I?" she answered. "Safe, Meltha. Thank heaven for sending me out of my road to-nght," said.Wallace Alwade, fervently. An hour later Meltha Bayne was able to sit up. In a few brief words she related her adventures of the past twenty hours. She had wandered off from thie main road and had traveled on many by-roads, through snow and storm, finally coming to the knowledge of the fact that she was lost. Two hoars before she had found this shanty, and tired and cold, she had sank down to slumber, from which she would never have waked, but for the cominig of Alwade. "Why did you leave Mrs. Watson, Meltha ?" "After meeting yon, I could not re main," she said, simply. "After meeting mo! Can it be that you still hate me, Meltha ?" Her violet eyes sought his face won deringly. " Hate you, Mr. Alwade, I could never do that. I could not bear to see you, and know that you were gloating over the revenge that time his wrought I have hated myself many times for the past in my life." He seized her hand and bent a search ing look into her thin, faded face. " Meitha, I am content to let the past lie buried. I am a lone old bachelor rich and crusty, but T want a wife." Well?" "Will you be that wife to me, Mel tha?" "After my treatment of you, when-" "Yes, after that." "For pity's sake, Wallaco?" tears fill ing the violet eyes. " For love's sake, Meltla." Tears fell from her eyes. He drew her head to his broad breast, and scaled the compact with a kiss. The wealthy uniberman found the wife, who presides over his house with exquisite grace, in a shanty. Absence of Mlind as a Sign of LncipiCit 31ental Isease. The, Mcdica! and Surgical 1i1J)portCr has some suggestions and statements in the article below, which are of interest and importance to a good many people: - It is essential to skill that the muscles of the body should work unconsciously, but the noment they assert, far it were; their independence of self-consciousness, and prompt to the initiation of efforts outside of what they have been taiuglit, IL diseased condition is begun which we call ''absence of mind." Such a hnbit begins on little things, more generally b~y an omissioni than a commissio)n. 'thinking of sometning else while dress ing, a p~art of the toilet is overlooked, the necktie is forgotten, the wrong coat is put on and the hair is unkempt. Soon, as the habit increases, absurd and even harmful acts are committedl. The collections of anecdotes are full of' stories of such 'follies. We knowv of an able young lawyer, who, instead of pour ing a tonic from a bottle on his desk, carefully emptied the ink from his ink stand into a spoon and swallowed it, Another, an ex-4ttorney general of the United States, went on a~ fortnight trip to attend an absorbing legal case. His wife p~acked a half dozen shirts in his portmanteau. On his return there was no shirt visible. Pushing her inquiries, she found that her husband had regulair ly a clean shirt overy other day, but had forgotten to take oft' the soiled one, andl now returned worring the whole half dozen I An authentic anecdote of the great political economist, Adam Smith, tells us that when called upon to sign a contract, instead of writing his own unm, he made an elaborate imitation of the signature of the other party, which had already been affixed. Such incidents tenid to depreciato a man, though p~erhaps unjustly, in the opinion of those with whom he dloes buns iness. They become also a grave annoy ance to the individual himself. In a sense they are mnental weaknesses, which, pushed to a certain degree, pass into) mental diseases. Senility and insanity are not infrequently marked b~y auto matic actions, carriedl out without theo will or consciousness of the doer. The Iabsent-minded one, like the sleep-walk er, performns actions without thme knowl edge of them, and neglecta duties which are pressing. Justly, therefore, it is a source of anxiety with every thoughtful person when he finds himself falling into this h~ad mental habit. It is usually gradual in its oniset, stealing over one mn moments of intensest occupation. Un like other mind weaknesses it is not the foe of the idle man so Tnuch as the busy one. Yet habits of revery and day dreaming may also bring it abont. Those who feel this habitecreepin g over them will do well to make an early and special effort to resist it. It cani he conquered by a habit of attention, and by severe self-ehiding 'when the mind yields to it. A Difference In Value. Rosseau, alluding to the kindness of neighbors, says that, when his wife dieri, every father in the neighborhood offered to console him with one0 of his dlaughiters; but a few weeks afterward, his cow hav ing shared the same fate, no one ever thought of replacing his loss by tihe offer of another-.thereby proving the diff'erent alue set upon their cows fnA'~ ehiulmn. Speculations as to the Future Life. Years ago, in the days of Bishop But ler, very much stress was aid upon the analogies in nature illustrating, and sup porting the idea of a future life, and the treatises then written were models of in tellectual power and patient research. A great impression was produced, not only upon uneducated but educated minds. Sinei that period science has progressed with giant strides, and at every step has so largely added to the list of striking aialogies or incidental proofs, that the illustrations of early date seem few in number and dwarfed in proportion and force. The idea of an unseen immaterial existenco involves, also, the idea of un seen activities and correspondence in the rayless realm. The most stolid of us can not fail to be impressed with the beauti fil analogies whioh recent scientific dis covery affords. Do we not every day converso with unseen friends long dis tances away, do we not r',cognize their familiar voices, in homes separated from us 'by rivers, woods, and mountains? These voices come out of the darkness, guided by a frail wiro which science pro vides as a pathway. Even whenthe cur tain of night is drawn about us the voices are licard, and . we have not the sliadow of a doubt of their integrity and id(enItity. And further, have we not analogies of sight which startle us by their signifi caneo? Is it not true that when abroad we are open to the view of unseen ob servers long distances from us, and our every act and movement known? The excellenco of optical instruments is such that we have seen the motion of the lips of persolns in conversation, while sitting on a house balcony three miles distant, the observed, of course, wholly uncon seious of being seen by afy one. If our friends in this life, dead to us (hidden as they are by the shroud of space), can be seen, and we can hear their voices, their shouts of laughter, the words of the hymns they sing, the cries of the little ones in the mothers' arms, is it very ab surd to anticipate a time when those dead to is by the dissolution of the body may, by some now unknown tole phone, send us voices from a realm close at hand, but hidden from our mortal eyes. We have no proofs to offer that this realm of the departed, this home of the soul, iS close at hand, but it is certainly more reasonabl and sensible to adopt this hypothesis than the popular one of a niateriml world or place, somewhere afar off in the depths of space. One view seems possile, the other absurd. -Budton Journal of (Cliemistrq. The Harmless, Useful Toad. A. writer in the London Journal gives some interesting statementr. respecting the toad. in the matter of feeding, he saIvs the toad is not very particulnr, either as to quality or quantity. Any thing that reeps or crawls will do for him-wood lico, beetles, spiders, slugs, worms, even snails with their shells, are put out of sight as if by magic, for lie has a plahr way of taking his5 prey. Hie watches the moving insect for a second or two, then, suddenly darting out his tongue while at a distance of one or two' inches, the iuseet is snatched up and swallowed instantly. One evening he gav-e one a wasp and a bumble-bee; both were snapped up directly they comn mnleedl to' move, apaenl without causin g the toad the slightest discomfort, thongh they must have reached his stomn ach in a tolerab~ly active condition. In phont-houses, especially forcing houses, where insects increase their num bers so rapidly at all seasons, the toad's ser'vice(s are es'ipecially valuiable; and if a sulitalo ladder, made of a narrow board with bits of lath tacked on it two inches apart, lhe set in a corner, slanting from the floor to the stage, lhe will cimbni it, and thus b~e enab~led to make himself still more useful. But perhaps the most remarkable fact (10n(ernling the toad is, that though he can, and does, ont a great deal, he can exist a long time without eating aniy thing. Years ago he buried one for a m~ont hi in the earth, as an experiment, and whenu dug upi it was app~arently as well as ever'. More~ recently, having been bothered with myriads of wvood-lico in an early enemnI~rher-house, and niot, being a~ble to find( IA ads in February, he, later on, whien they b~eeane plentiful, buried three inI a niine-inchl pot, with a silate on thme top, eight(en in'hies uinder' ground, that he iuight have them handy for the next early forcing season. But that sea son3 ho did( not require them, so thicy re mained 1)3urie'd until thme following one, and were then, on beinig taken up, ap par'ently not much thme worse for their ('ighte (en months' fast, though they (din't have any ice-water or alcoholic Bobby and the Plaster. Bobby Ulin~kers was a Nevada boy, and didn't want to go to school. He (lid not p~ut in his appoarance at breakfast, and about 9 o'clock his mother went up to see what was the matter. Bob was writhing about the bed from an imfpro vised stomach-ache. "All right," said the ol diady. "TIl apply a mustard plas ter," and in a few minutes a hot mustard plaster containing two square feet of motive power wa spread upon the hoy's abdomnen. '"Mother, how long must thuis thing stay on?" "IJ guess I'll 1)e able to take it off abouit 4 this afternoon, aind then if I can get an emetic to work, it'll be all right. Lie still, my boy, I'll bring you through." Then Bob rose up immnedliatLy and started for school, and the plaster was the cause of his being an hour late. A 'OOD farmer ,is better than a pocg dogtor, and a go~d horseshoer is better than a Bishop who preaches sermon that nobody wants to hea.---Roet nonl--r HUXOB. OF THE DAY. Tim man who drinks 'alf an' "af getd of'en off. IT is the flat who loves to have others flatter him. Maxy a broth of a boy has been re duoed to a supe at the theatre. A m" out in Nebraska died the other day while blowing his nose. It was a fatal blow. You can tell when a reporter is going to make a point by the way he sharpeis his pencil. To remove superfluous hair-Send your well filled mattress to be done over by a cheap upholsterer. Tan book agent knows be is solid when he wipe his feet on a door mat in which the word "Welcome" is woven. OUT in the mines they shoot a man who refuses to drink his soup straight from the plate. -Emira F ree Press. A DIsFIGURED man feels bad, of course, about being marked for life; but when he is marked for death he must feel worse. AN exchange says: "Streams all over the county are running dry." This is a canard. \Vhen a stream is dry it can't run. A LrTLE girl who was much petted said: "I like sitting on gentlemen's knees better than on ladies'; don't you, ma." OF forty cases on the docket of the Fayette County (Texas) District Court, nineteen are for divorce. Only twenty one murders! WHEN Brutus and Cassius wore boys the girls uised to siy that Brnte was such a nice fellow, but they preferred Cash. The girls haven't changed one bit. "WrL you take 'em on the half shell ?" asked the agreeable oyster opener. "No," said the stranger, regardless of ex)cns9e, "whole shell or nothing." INDIONATION will fill the breast of every artist when we state that two men wore arrested in a lumber yard the other day because they were'suspected of a design on wood. MIsTn1r.ss- I 'Mary, fnis venerable goose is tough enough to break one's teeth." Maid'- "Yes'm; didn't you tell me, ma'am, that you wanted it for aI piece de rcsistuneci" OF a, miserly man who died of soften ing of the brain, a local paper said: "His head gave way, but his hand never did. His brain .softened but his heart couldn't. A PROv1DENC. paper says a prominent citizen of New flanipshiro died "of in flammation of the bowels, aged forty-eight yeare." Pretty old inflainmation, we should say. Two children in the Tulleries were ex tolling the qualities of their respective papas. "Nline is as tall as the garden wall," said one. "My papa can seo over the garden wall." "And mine, too, when he has his hat on." A WITNESs under cross-examination, who had beeii tortured bly a lawvyer for several hours, at last asked for aI glas of water. ''There," said the Judge, "'I think you'd better let the witness go nlow, as you have pulfhpe)d him dry." NATIVF. Alaskan ladies of fashion wear entire suita mado of sealskin, drink whis ky and eat whale's blubber; and they are not a bit stuck uip about it, either. There is a moral concealet in the busi ness end of. this paragraph. THE lato Rev. Dr. Sgmington, not feel ing well one Sunday-morning, said to his beadle, who was a "character:" "Man Robert, I wish you wouldl preachI for me to-dlay." "IJ canna do that," promptly rep~lied Robert, "but I often pray for you. "OLD woman, how do you sell beets?" asked a loafer of an 'old vegetable woman in the market, and she replied: "I just tell 'em i'll trust 'em, andl then give 'eni stuff that looks all right and ain't good for nothing. They don't like the sell either." ____________ A Sailor's Life at Sea. In an article upon the general features of a sailor's9 life, published in the Boston 'ommecrcial Buletins, the writer says: After the pilot leaves the vessel at the mouth of the harbor, the captain assumes command, then ofilers and crew begin to undlerstand each other. In olden times it was customary for the crew and officerB to make thiis day the decisive one a to whe ther the officers or men wvere to "take charge!" The most trifling act indicative of in subordination on the part of the crew, or the first harsh word from an officer, was sufficient to throw. "all hands" into a tumult-as the result of this fresh battle determined the character of the rule hroughiout the voyage. Heaven help thme officers who are overwhelmed by the turbullence of the crew in this, their first encounter. For while the men dare not openly disobey the orders from their of ficjers, they will contrive to render their obed~ience in such a mannier as to cause their unfortunate mate the greatest chagrin. la4 a Man. Foolish spendinN is the father of poverty. Do not b)0 ashamed of hard work. Work, but work for half price rather than be idle. Beo your own master, and do not let society or fashion swallow you up individually-hat, coat and boots. Do not eat up or wear out all you can earn. Oamnpel youi selfish body to spare something for profits saved. Be stingy to your own appetite, but merciful for others' necessities. Help others, and ask not for yourselves. See that you are proud, too. Let your prido be of the right kind. Be too proud to be lazy; too proud to give up without conquering every difficulty; too proud to be nm com pany that you cannotk keep up wVithin Ox oenses- too proud to be atifly.