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"VOL. 28. YOEKVILLE, S. C., THUE8DAY, MAY 11. 1883. NO- 19.
Original f octrg.
Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
A FANCY SKETCH.
BY ELLSWORTH.
In the bright sunny morn of life,
Athwart my musings oft would glide
A form of beauty, love and grace,
The image of my spirit bride.
And when the lofty heights of fame
Broke first in splendor on my view,
Again that peerless beauty came?
Of fond affection, chaste and true.
And now, as then, my heart bounds high,
But not of one that is unreal,
For now I see in a new form
My long-cherished heart's ideal.
Yea, more by far in her I see
Than the lithe frame and pretty face
I worshipped in the spirit's form,
My youthful fancy loved to trace.
And yet in her I see all charms
That oft threw o'er me such a spell,
It bore me off in ecstasy.
On fancy's wings with her to dwell.
Bnt now my friend is flesh and blood,
And sweeter than a rose in MayPrettiest
and best now on the earth,
Yet growing better every day.
A perfect Venus in her form,
Of precious love and symmetry,
Wherein there dwells a noble heart
That e'er o'erflows with sympathy;
A shining model for her sex,
Who by her spotless piety,
Arrays herself in shining grace,
Highly adorned with purity.
She lives a life of poetry,
And every act of it is love
That speaks directh' to the heart,
As would an angel from above;
And from her nimble fingers drops
Music like falling showers of rain
Upon a lake?pure and sweet
As echoes from an JRolian strain.
The prototype of all that's good,
And one who scorns all treacherous arts,
Bnt like the sun through every day,
New life and light to earth imparts;
And thus dispenses round her joy
A 1-J*. * ~ Ko Kloc t
ami1 lu tuab aiijvu^ luv wivjt,
As if, indeed, she came to earth
To give the weary-hearted rest.
But who can tell her priceless worth,
Or peerless beauty who portray?
Whose virtues battle art and skill
Of every kind, both grave and gay ;
And make all fear and love her too
When they behold hef face and eves,
That draw them to her as the sun
Lifts up earth's vapors to the skies.
Nor has there ever on this glot>o
Once throbbed a braver heart than hers,
Or breast so full of generous worth,
Or moved as quick by grief or tears;
Ever affectionate, kind and tender.
Stain lass and free from every guile,
Qiving aid where aid is needed,
Even to the vicious and the vile.
Her voice is music's best refrain,
And more melodious than the Nine,
So none can turn from her away?
An incarnation 20 sublime.
lrtn all <*a>? kon trnorn
1*1 CII lil Vucii ucniboan ivi uvt ?.?*? )
And from the best among the fair,
Turn quick away with gallant haste,
Her friendship and her love to share.
For her sweet smiles give zest to life
And a rainbow's hue to every scene,
Crowding each moment with such bliss,
Life glides away like a morning dream.
O, were this earth but peopled o'er
With just such beings as Evelyn,
Then pain and sorrow would take their flight,
And heaven on earth would soon be seen!
lite Seller.
A DOUBLE MISTAKE.
"'A letter for you, Aunt Thankful."
A bright young face, like a gleam of April
sunshine, flashed into the room where Miss
/Thankful Moore sat knitting?a pretty, girlish
face, with a saucy dimple in either cheek,
and a merry sparkle in the laughing eyes. A
mammoth blue-checked apron, much too large
for her, quite enveloi>ed her slender form,
and both sleeves were fastened up al>ove the
elbows, displaying two plump, snowy arms,
the sight of which would send thrills of envy
to the heart of any hall-room belle.
"Lay it on the table, child, and go back to
vour morning's work."
"Who do you suppose it's from ?" questioned
the girl, turning the letter over, and viewing
the superscription curiously.
"I'll see soon's ever I've knit to the seamneedle.
I make it a pi'nt never to lay things
aside all in a muddle, no matter what happens."
The girl colored consciously.
"Oh, that everlasting seam-needle! I believe
sometimes you knit past it just to keep
me waiting."
"Harriet 1"
Mi3S Thankful never used this name in addressing
her niece except when extremely displeased.
.Slowly and carefully she folded her
work, sticking the needles firmly and securely
into the ball; then wiping her sjjectacles .in
unnecessary length of time 011 her spotless
apron, she adjusted them in their proper position
across her nose, and took up the letter.
Meanwhile, Harriet had flown back to the
kitchen, where she gave vent to her impatience
by making a great clattering among
the breakfast dishes.
"She's the dearest old auntie in the world !"
she said: "but she does try me so with her
awful precision. She'd like to have me spend
the rest of my life in the unvarying routine of
the old family clock 011 the mantle yonder.
But I can't: I'm too full of life and activity.
I want something new, and dearly as I love
her, I'd like a change once in a while. Aunt
Thankful and the old clock are exactly alike.
The tick, tick, tick of the clock, and the
click, click, click of her knitting needles, are
about the only sounds I hear, except the occasional
racket I make just by way of variation.
The clock is a perfect model of accuracy and
promptness; so is she. They never make a
mistake or go wrong."
In the next room, Miss Thankful Moore
had taken the letter from the envelope, and
iihu reau ii uuuugu twice uciure cuiuuieuuiig
upon it. Then dropping it into her lap, her
face assumed a thoughtful expression, her
eyes took on a dreamy look ; and no wonder,
for she was gazing far back into the past?full
forty years.
"Strange, strange !" he murmured, meditatively,
"that Mehetable should have writ to
me after all these years. She's moved to Bramlileville
quite lately, and wants to renew our
acquaintance, she says. Only twenty-five
miles from here, an' the cars run right past
her house, an' mine, too. Seems most like bein'
neighbors. She's a widow, poor thing!
an' her children are all dead an' gone but Nell.
Well, well! I haven't been called upon to pass
through them afflictions, an' I reckon, on the
hull, ;rs how I'm about as contented as mosto'
women o' my age. I'm right glad that she
hasn't any boys. Her Nell must be quite a
girl. Mehetable's every bit as old as I am, an'
Nell's her youngest, she said. I wouldn't
wonder if she's about Harrie's age. Dear me!
how that girl does fret. She's so lonesome. I
don't know's I blame her either. I was young
an' chipper once myself. Mehetable writ an
invite for me to come and spend a week or two
with her. 1 couldn't think of leaving home
for so long a time. Things would go to rack j
an' ruin if I did. But it would be a real treat
for Harrie, an' I could run down an' stay a
couple o' days when she's ready to come home.
If Mehetable's as glib a talker as she used to
lie, we can, talk upthe past forty years in two
days, an' not half try. It's a blessed thing
that she's only got a daughter. If she had
grown-up sons, I'd never think of lettin' Harrie
go : for she is pretty, there's no denyin*
that. Yes, I'll answer Mehetable's letter
right off, an' ask her if Ilarrie may come for a
j week or two. It'll be a change for 'Tier, an',
I like as not, she'll be more contented after she
I gets home again."
j * * ' * * * * *
"A letter for you, mother, and the very superscription
is as good as a photo, of the writer.
I can imagine a prim, dignified spinster <
of uncertain age, to whom the least shadow of
indecorum is an unpardonable sin. Mrs. Me- ;
hetable Morton! Why, little mother Hetty, i
your very name looks unnatural; it is so pain- <
fully precise. I wonder if she accepted your 1
invitation to make us a visit. I hope not, for
we'll have to drop all pet names while she's ]
here. She'll Mehetabie you and Nelson me.
I wouldn't wonder but that she considers it i
altogether too familiar to address people by I
their given names, and we will be at once pro- |
moted to Mr. and Mrs.
uI)o let me take the letter, Nel. I am so
anxious to read what she has written. She
used to be my dearest friend, years ago, when
we were little girls. I haven't seen her for a 1
great many years. Ah, just as I thought! <
I She can't leave home for any length of time;
but she writes that Peter's child?Peter was her
brother, two or three years younger than <
herself?is with her. Shethinks the child is <
lonely and needs a change quite badly. If it <
will not be a bother to us, she will send Harrie ?
down for a week or two, and she will come at s
the end of that time and make a short visit." 1
Nel puckered up his lips and gave vent to 1
a long, expressive whistle. <
"A little boy's next thing to an old maid. 1
What will we do with the small tornado, i
mother ?" I
uOh, Nel, you'll have to amuse him in some t
way! As for me, I rather like the idea of
having a child about me once more. I've 3
lost my little boy, you know," with a fond
upward glance. 1
"Speaking of that lost boy of yours reminds c
me that I've an old chest of tools in the garret,
and I'll win his everlasting friendship and i
bring the condemnation of Aunt Thankful a
down on my devoted head, by presenting them 1
to him on the very day of his arrival."
"I'll have Bridget fix up the little room next '
to yours for Harrie. She can make it so cozy I
and pleasant; and you must take him out on a
the lake in your sail-boat occasionally," said c
Mrs. Morton, whose kindly heart was instant- a
ly filled with plans for the comfort and pleas- t
ure of her expected guest. ?
"What a pity that the depot isn't nearer !" \
said Nel, reflectively. "I guess I'll take the 1
horses instead of the carriage when I go to i
meet him. The little fellow will be delighted
with a horse-back ride. Who ever saw a boy
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that wasn't V t
"Of course lie will, poor little dear. I ex- r
pect he's had rather a sorry time of it, with \
only Thankful for company. He shall make *
all "the noise he likes the next two weeks." t
Mrs. Morton instantly answered Miss Moore's
letter, setting an early day for Harrie's visit. \
The day arrived, and Nel, with one of the t
carriage-ponies and his own handsome horse, j
started for the depot. In a few moments the ?
train came thundering in, and the usual bustle F
and hurry ensued. a
Nel vainly searched among the new arrivals a
for his little charge. There was a little boy F
with his nurse, and a big boy with his father ; a
but no boy answering the description of the a
one Nel was in search of.
"Dear me!" he said, in perplexity, "I hope d
he hasn't been taken on with the train."
At that moment he espied a young lady, li
whose wide, blue eyes wore a very anxious i
expression? as she searched the faces of those e
about her in vain attempt to find the one for
which she was looking. Stepping up to her
side, Nel lifted his hat politely, and asked o
if he conld assist her in any way. a
"I expected a young lady to meet me at this a
train, but I fear something lias occurred to
detain her," she said with tears of vexation in q
her eyes. c
"And I came to escort a little boy, who has r
failed to put in an appearance, to my home," f
he said, smiling. "If you will tell me the o
young lady's name, perhaps I may assist you 1
in finding her residence."
"Iler name is Miss Nell Morton," she an- I'
swered. 8
"And the little boy I was to meet at this
train was Har.'ie Moore!" exclaimed Nel, s
while his features went through a series of c
comical contortions, in a vain attempt to tun- >
ceal the merriment which this ludicrous mis- i
take stirred up within him. v
"Are?you?Nell ?" t
Harrie looked up at the tall, handsome, a
broad-shouldered young man in bewildered sur- a
prise, scarcely knowing whether to laugh or s
cry at the mistake.
"My name is Nelson, but mother always o
calls me Nel," he explained, pitying her evident
embarrasment. "And you must be t
Harrie, whom mother sent me to meet. I shall J
have to take you into the ladies' waiting room e
while I make some changes in my arrange- s
ments for conveying you home." h
Procuring a hack, he placed her in it, and o
after giving the directions to the driver, he o
mounted his horse, and, taking the pony's S
bridle, rode by the side of the hack, so that t
he might reach home in time to introduce e
Harrie to his mother and relieve her from r
further embarrassment. f
"It is all on account of the names," said c
Mrs. Morton, laughing heartily, as she kissed t
Harrie's flushed cheeks; "but I'm ever so glad '
that you are not a boy, dear! I shall enjoy r
your society so much better. a
"I shall not break my heart over the disappointment,"
thought Nel, as he cast admiring s
glances at the bright, animated face opposite, t
"Oh ! what would Arpit Thankful say, if 3
she knew ?" said Harrie, as she stood before 1
the mirror, letting down her long, goldenbrown
hair, in the lovely guest chamber where c
Mrs- Morton had left her, with a good-night 1
tyss still warm uj>ou her lips. i
The room fitted up for the little boy's comfort
stood unoccupied, and Harrie knew notli- f
ing of it, or the chest of tools with which Nel '
had planned to purchase her affections. i
"Such a lovely tie!?and I brought it to *
Nell," she said, viewing the dainty article of 1
lace and embroidery admiringly. "Just imagine
this ornamenting his shirt-front ! Oh, 1
dear, it is too funny 1" She laughed merrily.
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I could not afford two, and now I can have it," t
she added, tying it about her white throat,
and smiling at the pleasing effect. "I shall 1
not write one word to Aunt Thankful about f
the mistake. I mean for once to enjoy myself.
Mrs. Morton is such a darling old lady, and r
Xel is just splendid, if he is a man !" j
The next two weeks *were the brightest, happiest
weeks of all Ilarrie's experience. There i
were such nice, long talks with Mrs. Morton, J
while Xel was at his odice, which 1 am sorry (
to confess he neglected shamefully during 1
those two joyous weeks. *
There were carriage-rides and boat-rides, 1
picnics and music, until Harrie's foolish little j
head wasnerrly turned with the pleasures she
enjoyed ; but the two weeks drew to a close at '
last, bringing a letter from Aunt Thankful,
stating that she would be with them on the
fifth. i
Mrs. Morton and Harrie rode over to the f
depot in the carriage, to meet her, and hrought
her back in triumph between them. i
"There's no use askin' how you've enjoyed (
your visit." said Aunt Thankful, glancing at s
Harrie's bright, happy face. "I'm only afraid c
that you'll never be contented with me again." 1
."Oh, yes, 1 shall," said Harrie; "for I f
know that vou are the dearest friend I ever ' J
had."
"Where is Xel ?" asked Aunt Thankful, <
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alter uiey nau emereu mc i'uuui, mm mia. . .
Morton had seated her guest in a large easy- i
chair.
"Xel was obliged to be absent this after- 1
noon, and will not be at home until teatime," '
{ said Mrs. Morton, sending a mute dispatch t
across to Harrie who was obliged to leave the 1
room instantly, while a convulsive tremor: i
shook her entire form.
Harrie was coming down the stairs as Xel! (
opened the front door, and their voices came
Moating dovyi the long hall and in through the 1
back parlor door, which stood ajar, to where
Aunt Thankful was sitting. '
"Mehetable, who is that man talkin' to my 1
Ilarrie V'' asked she, anxiously. ;
At that instant Xel and Harrie entered the
room together. 1
"Oh !" exclaimed Mrs. Morton, smiling
complacently, "it's only Nel, Miss Moore, allow
me to make you acquainted with my son
Nelson. You didn't know that I had such a
great boy, now, did you ?"
"The mischief's done !" cried Aunt Thankful,
sinking helplessly into a chair. "But,
then, 'what can't be cured must be endured,'"
she added, philosophically, while Harrieblushed
rosy, and Nel laughed merrily.
"You thought I was a young lady, didn't
you, Miss Moore ?" said he coming over and
seating himself beside her, and entering into
conversation in an easy, and attractive way,
that quite won her lonely old heart.
Aunt Thankful proved a true prophet in regard
to the mischief which those two happy
weeks had accomplished ; but she often remarks
that since Harrie must marry somebody
[and pretty girls generally do), she is awfully
?lad that she chose a sensible yourig man like
Nel.?Bose Harticick Thorpe.
MATT I E?STRO U B LE.
"And must I live here always ?" said MatDie
Fox, despairingly, as she clasped her hands
m the low ledge of the open window.
"Here" was no earthly elysium, to be sure.
A. lonely farm house, perched half way up a
lesolate mountain ; whip-poor-wills moaning
>n the edge of the woods ; owls hooting solimnly
by the lake ; mournful winds sourging
iround the tree-tops, like the rush of an unseen
garment?all this was so different from
;he crowded city life to which she had been
litherto accustomed. And even as the tears
)f vague homesickness rose to her eyes, the
Mice of the old farmer and his wife, in the
oom below, rose audibly up through the stove)ipe
hole, which had not yet been sealed up for
;he summer months.
"What are you going to do with her ?" said
Vlrs. Fox.
"We must do the best we can," said Elihu,
ler husband. "She's my brother's orphan
laughter, and she's got nowhere else to go."
"And why, in the uame of goodness." querilously
demanded Mrs. Fox, "couldn't she
;tay where she was, instead of rushing out
lere and takiog us all by surprise V"
"Well," slowly answered the good fanner,
'I ain't Clear aDOUt an tnat myseir, xvnoua.
3ut as nigh as I can calculate she's been disipp'inted
in love. She was a shop-girl, Rhola,
don't you know ? and it seems there was
l genteel young man used to come there to
>uy neckties and ribbons, and sicli fol-de-rols.
Ind this girl, she s'posed lie was dead in love
vith her, and all of a sudden it come out as he
tad another sweetheart, as he was goin' to be
narried to this very next week."
"Bless and save us V" said Mrs Fox.
While Mattie, sitting silently by the winlow
as if she had been frozen into stone, felt a
eculiar sensation of dull curiosity to hear
vhat would come next, as if all this were spo;en
about some other person, entirely different
o herself.
"And she is a proud girl, Mattie is," slowly
vent on honest Elihu. "It runs in the Foxes
o be proud ; and she won't stay there to be
eered and made fun of by the other shopgirls.
>o she come here because she had no other
lace to come to; and that is all that I know
.bout it. I guess we'd better see if the doors
nd windys is all safe and go to bed ; for it's ast
ten, and them haying hands will be here
fore daylight, to see about cuttin' that twelve
,cre medder.*"
Mrs. Fox had a talk with her niece the next
lay.
"Mattie," she said, I'm going to show you
iow to bake apple-pies, this morning ; because
f you stay here, of course you will want to
nake yourself useful."
"Of course," said Mattie, listlessly.
"And as it happens, I hain't no girl," went
n Mrs. Fox; and there's the work people,
,nd my summer boarders are coming next
oonth."
"Summer boarders?" Mattie louked up
[Uickly, with a red flush overspreading her
heek. She had come here for solitude, for
est, for utter isolation ; and now, almost beore
she had unpacked her little trunk, a horde
f city fashionables would be upon her. Oh 1
lunt Fox, do you keep summer boarders ?"
"Every summer of my life," said Mrs. Fox,
riskly. "They comes in July, and mostly
;oe8 away in September, with the first frost.
"Uiofa uinH monv move fr>r no +n earn n kit
. ?ia IJ lUUAiJ TICVf ki i.v JL UU VV VUAAI u> vtv VA
pending money, you know, Mattie; and, of
ourse, if you help me I shall expect to divide
rith you, square and even. And remember,
t's sinful to spend your time weeping and
mailing and gnashing your teeth for a lost
>eau," piously added the woman. "There's
s likely fish in the sea as ever come out of it ;
nd, p'raps one of the hay hands will take a
hine to you?who knows ?"
And thus Aunt Fox dismissed the question
f her niece's heart-trials.
After all, perhaps it was the best treatment
hat her poor, festering wounds could receive.
I sharp, sudden cauterizing?a merciful crulty!
And Mattie set herself diligently, if
piritlessly, at work helping to feed the huge,
mngry farm-hands, to shine the glittering rows
f milk-pans?even to milk the horned beasts
f which she was at first so nervously afraid,
he learned to bake white, sweet loaves of
iread, to churn butter, to raise young chickns;
she gathered wild-flowers, and made a
ude wicker cage for a blue-bird, which she
ound with a broken wing and "treated" sucessfully.
And she began to smile now and
hen, and Mrs. Fox remarked, complacently,
'that Mattie was quite a decent-looking girl,
low that the color had come back to her cheeks
, little."
But one day the mountain stage lumbering
lowly over the rough roads, with its four
iand linrrarrp-r'nverfd roof. stODUed at
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Jrs. Fox's porch, and down came the avaanch
of city guests.
Mattie was straightening tlie muslin curtains
if the upper windows, and hurriedly tilled the
arge blue pitchers with water when the trunks
vere brought up.
"It's Mr. Bassett and his bride, all the way
rom Boston," said Aunt Fox, complacently.
'Is everything ready ? Because they are comng
up stairs directly. And I never did see
my one dressed as genteel as she is. A reguar
beauty, too!"
Mattie stood quite pale and silent, with the
lomespun towels in her hand.
"Bassett 1" she repeated, "And from Boson
! Oh! why of all places in the world, did
hey come here V"
And the next moment the homespun towels
ay like a drift of scattered snow at Mrs. Fox's
eet and Mattie was gone.
"Mercy on us !" said Mrs. Fox, stooping to
ecover her lavender scented treasures, is the
firl gone crazy ?"
The soft, crimson glow of the sunset was
rradiating the lonely glen, when Harold
[iasset parted the overhanging boughs with
me hand, and plunged into the leafy wilderless
where, on one side, the mossy rock rose
ilmost perpendicularly, and on the other a
nown-waved brook ran, with clamorous gurJle.
"Mattie!" he exclaimed, stopping short.
'Am I dreaming V"
Mattie Fox spraag angrily to her feet.
Would they leave her no solTtary spot of
efuge? Must she thus be hunted down like
i wounded deer V
For Harold Bassett was the man she had
illowed herself to love?the soft voiced, violet?yed
deceiver who had fed her with soft glances
md whispered words, until?until that dark
lay wnen me orner snop-guis, wiui siueiuny
ooks and tittering whispers, had told of his
ippropching marriage to Miss Bellfort, the
Boston heiress.
She made an involuntary movement to es;ape,
but he placed himself directly across the
larrow gateway of rock, which alone atforded
in egress.
"No," he said firmly, yet not without the
in king shadow of a smile around his lips?
'you shall not leave me until-you explain all
lie mystery of your sudden departure from
Boston, leaving behind you neither name nor
iddress."
"I am not responsible to you she breath?d.
"You are responsible to me! he retorted.
'I loved you, Mattie Fox, and you knew it."
"This is simply folly," cried out Mattie, j
'if not something worse! Go back to your
jride, Mr. Bassett. It is to her ears only that
fou need whisper love !"
The young man opened his violet-blue eyes
/ery wide.
"Mattie." said he. "what on earth are you
talking about V My bride ? I have no bride.
I never shall have any bride but you!"
""Who is the Mrs. Bassett who came to my
aunt's house this morning ?" gasped Mattie,
marveling at the hardihood which could thus
deny an absolute and apparent fact.
"Oh!" said Harold, "is that what you
mean ? It is my brother's wife. And she and
her husband are putting up their hammocks
and establishing their rustic tables under the
pine trees back of the house, at this very moi
ment. Of course, I couldn't remain with
them. Is not a third person always de trop
when a young married couple are on their
wedding trip ? So I came here, and I think
that heaven directed my footsteps; for the
very last person in the world whom I could
have expected to see was you, dear Mattie!"
"And you are not married?" repeated Mattie,
with a great, overwhelming thrill of happiness
at her heart.
"No!" he answered, with emphasis.
"And it was your brother who was really
to be married, when I believed it was you,
and broke my heart over what I considered
your treachery and deceit ?" she pursued.
"Well, it certainly was not me !" declared
Harold Bassett; "for now and here at your
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ItieL, uemtjist, 1 Uiot ucnaiauvu VI
love I ever spoke. I love you, Mattie !" I
have been wretched in your absence. Let me
take you back ta Boston with me as my own
treasured wife ?"
So Mattie, shy and beautiful as some drooping
wild-flower, was brought back to the farm
house, to be presented to the city bride and
her husband as Harold's engaged wife.
Mrs. Hardy Bassett put up her eye-glasses
and smiled condescendingly.
"Very lovely !" said she, in an audible sotto
voice; "and so sweetly unsophisticated 11 can
always tell these country rosebuds at the first
glance."
"But I'm not a country rosebud," said Mattie,
crimsoning. "I have only been here at
the farm for a few weeks. I am a shop-girl,
Mrs. Bassett."
The bride started first, then simpered.
"How very romantic said she. Exactly like
a novel."
Mattie might almost have been vexed, if she
had not caught the suppressed laughter in
Harold's eyes.
And Aunt Rhoda declared that the Fox
farm-house had never been so lonsome as it was
after Mattie went away to be a grand city lady.
"But she has promised to come back every
summer," said Mrs. Fox. "She says the old
farm will always be the dearest place in the
world to her."?Helen Forrest Graves.
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THE CHINESE AT HOME.
The chief characteristics of the Chinese, as
a nation, the speaker said, is industry. Their
working day begins at dawn and lasts until
sunset. Schools open at sunrise and do not
close till 5 P. M., there being bqt one short recess
during the day. The Emperor and his
court rise soon after midnight, and court audiences
are given between five and eight
o'clock in the morning. This same industry
is exhibited by all classes. After sunset very
few people are in the streets, the Chinese,
like domestic fowls, retiring early to rest.
There is no day corresponding to Sun lay, and
only a few holidays in the year. Busily as
they toil, these people are never in a hurry,
are never nervous, and are not given to worrying
; but are steady, cheerful and sober.
They rarely quarrel, and even if they do, seldom
come to blows. There will be a little
queue pulling, some calling of hard names,
and then the by-standers will quietly separate
the combatants. It is not physical timidity,
but a sensitive consciousness of the disgrace
of fighting that keeps them from engagingln
brawls. That they are not cowards is well
proven by the fact that they submit without
flinching to the most sever?surgical operations
without ever using anaesthetics. They maintain
that it is very injurious to health to be
nervous, to worry or to give way to anger.
As a people, the Chinese do not desire a
voice in the government. The common people
are not public spirited, and are not only
through ignorance, indifferent to beneficial
reforms, but they oppose them strongly if they
are apt to increase the taxes. The government
of China is not nearly so aristocratic as
foreigners are accustomed to think it is, but
when the popular voice is once aroused it is
sure to have great force. Iiv any case where
there is a conflict between the mandarin or
governor of a district and the people, if the
people are patient and commit no acts of violence,
the mandarin either yields or is removed
by the government. The people have the profoundest
respect for precedent, and are, in
fact, constitutionally conservative. Although
in the main they use the same implements and
materials known to them for thousands of
years, yet their religion itself is an importation
from India, and they use foreign watches,
needles, kerosene, sulphur matches, cotton
fabrics, etc. They are, as a people, excessively
polite, and their ceremonial of social intercourse
is to foreigners painfully elaborate. It
is an error to suppose, however, that they are
a cringing race ; they assert their rights vigorously
enough when occasion calls.
They are not a truth telling people. They
give false evidence in trials, furnish false statistics
and even officials present reports that
are tissues of falsehoods. It is impossible to
shame them by their untruthfulness. They
are not addicted to thieving, however. There
is much said about the gross immorality of
the people. In China, at least, if it exists it is
not seen. There are societies for the suppression
of immoral books. The sacred writings
contain not one indecent word, and their
painting and sculpture are perfectly pure.
Vulgar language is never heard above the lowest
classes. All Chinamen drink some wine,
and a native beverage made of rice, but drunkenness
is absolutely unknown, so that there are
none of the evils of intemperance there so
common here?wife-beating, brawling and violence
of all kinds. The habit that curses the
nation, opium smoking, enervates the physical,
mental and moral nature, but does not
lead to violence.?E. B. Drew.
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Tiie Deserving Poor.?In my opinion,
the beggar who openly asks for and receives
charity is not so much to be pitied as those
who suffer every day without complaining :
the time has been wheit tliey were masters of
their wants and wishes, and they have too
much of their old pride remaining to solicit
assistance ; but they go struggling on, and are
every day forced to deny themselves some
want or comfort. There are homes in every
large city where the support depends upon the
women, and tlieir only way of earning money
is with the needle. Hard is their struggleworking
continuously, denying to their lives
every pleasure, and wasting their health and
strength, they are hardly able to gather together
enough money to meet expenses. The insufficiency
of wages paid to women has much
of the soitow and suffering of the world to
answer for. Often it will be found that these
girls have lived in happy and comfortable
homes, and this changed condition of affairs is
wearing and killing to them ; they feel the
crushing weight of poverty, and long for the
companionship of which the change of fortune
has robbed them. They do not cry over their
misfortune or go out and court charity, but,
as long as strength and health is left, go struggling
on, seeking to hide from the world their
sorrow and suffering, like a proud njan does
his deformity. Such people are deserving.
Assistance onereu in u iiieiiuiy uimmci, nuu
without ostentation, could not offend, but
would be gladly received and Jet the sunshine
into many a dreary hour.
Queen Victoria's Assassin.?The acquittal
of McLean, the would-be assassin of Queen
Victoria, suggests two questions: First, would
he have been acquitted had he killed the
Queen ? And second, would he have been acquitted
in this country if lie had made such
an attempt upon the life of the President of
the United States V Both of these questions
may well be seriously cogitated?the latter
by the friends of popular government who
credit such governments with all the virtues
and none of the vices of monarchies ; and the
former by everybody. There, is nothing else
so cruel as a mob; and it would seem that
there is 110 other country in the world in
which trials in the Courts are so much under
the control of public opinion?that is, in
effect, of mobs?as this country.
Ipscrikmeous Reading.
FUNNY PATENTS.
Some of the applications made for patents
are very amusing, but, however funny the
idea, if it is only original with the applicant,
the patent can be secured. The rights of the
American inventor are sacred, and no Commissioner
of Patents dares infringe upon them.
It will be sad news to many a housewife to
learn that every time she pricks a bole in an
egg with a pin she is violating the patent of
an American inventor, but such is the case.
Years ago an inventive genius devoted himself
to discovering a method to prevent eggs
from cracking during the process of boiling.
He solved the problem by pricking a pin hole
in one end of the egg, through which the air
in the shell was allowed to escape, and this
pin hole he duly patented according to law.
Precisely how he manages to collect his royalty
is a mystery, but the fact remains that he
has a legal claim for royalty on every pin hole
niarlo in an oorcr hflfnrA hnilinir.
An application has recently been made for
the patent of a machine to prevent young
orphan chickens from being lonely. This is
an invention which should, and probably will,
commend itself to Mr. Bergh. The inventor
claims that hundreds of chickens hatched out
in the artificial incubators become lonely because
they miss the "Cluck 1 cluck I" of the
mother hen, which is the lullaby of all well
regulated chickens hatched in the natural
way, and many are killed by this loneliness.
He has arranged a system of clock-work, which
produces a noise somewhat similar to that of
the hen, which he proposes to attach to the
incubator, and on this machine the patent is
asked. A patent has been issued on a clog for
fowls, designed to prevent them from scratching
in gardens. It consists of a wire in the
shape of a hair-pin, sharp at the points. This
is attached to the feet of the fowl in such a
way that, when it attempts to scratch, the
points enter the ground and prevent the claws
from reaching it.
Hens have ever been the subject of much
patient, thought on the part of inventors. A
nest designed to deceive them into laying
more that one egg daily, which every respectable
bird contributes to the farmer's larder,
has been devised and patented. It has a false
bottom, through which the eggs drop as soon
as laid, and the patient hen, feeling that she
has failed in her duty, proceeds to lay another
until her treasury becomes exhausted or she
discovers the deception. A bee-hive has l:>een
patented, the doors of which are attached to
the hen roost in such a manner that when the
fowls go to roost they close the hive and thus
secure the inmates against the ravages of the
bee moth, and at daylight, when the hens
leave the roost, the hive doors are opened and
the bees set at liberty. Even the faithful
Jinrsp has teen made the subiect of ontical de
iusion by tbe inventors. A patent has been
secured for what is known as a horse fence.
It consists simply of a wire frame placed over
the head of the horse, so that when he approaches
a fence with the laudable desire of
jumping it, lie sees the wires above his head,
mistakes them for part of the fence, and concludes
that it is too high for him to leap.
Bishop Wiley on Utah.?Bishop Wiley,
of the M. E. Church, in an address, at a missionary
meeting, thus spoke upon the Mormon
question:
"Utah is now occupied by about 150,000 people,
130,000 of whom are Mormons, and reaching
out farther into Nevada and other Territories
you have 20,000 Mormons in the circle,
and then you have the full number, 150,000
Mormons. I intended to stop to tell you
what Mormonism is, but will give some of its
features. We have there, in the heart of our
country, one of the most abominable and vile
caricatures upon religion and disgraces upon
civilization that now exists in the world. Just
think of it! In the heart of this Christian
land, in the end of this nineteenth century,
on the richest and most beautiful territory, is
growing and prospering and magnifying every
day one of the foulest abominations of this
earth; one of the most terrible impositions
ever practiced on man and woman ; one of the
most wicked deceptions ever imposed upon
people abroad, and one of the most subtle in
character that ever gained a foothold in our
country. These are very hard words, but true,
every one of them. As a religion it is false,
and as a system it is tyranny. It is vile, root
and branch, stem and leaf. I make the indictment
coolly and deliberately because I
know what it is. Now, what does 150,000
Mormons mean ? It means 150,000 people
who believe in Joseph Smith's bible, in Mor
mon revelation, under the divine inspiration
of Brigham Young ; 150,000 people who now
believe in the inspiration and divine revelation
of John Taylor ; 150,000 people who believe the
best man among them is the 'Hon.' J. B. Cannon,
very severely married,claiming to be a representative
or delegate to the United States
Congress; 150,000 people who Ibelieve in plural
marriages ; 150,000 people who believe in marrying
for time and eternity, marrying half a
dozen wives down here and half a dozen more
up there; 150,000 people who at this time set
at defiance the laws of the United States; and
yet year after year the patient American nation
lets it alone. There is no place else in this
world where this blot could exist."
What She Saw in Church.?He stayed
at home and she went to chuTch, after dinner
he asked her :
"What was the text, May ?"
"Oh, something, somewhere in Generations;
I have forgotten the chapter and verse. Mrs.
Ilight Silt right in front of me with a Mother
Hubbard bonnet on. How could I hear anything
when 1 could not even see the minister?
I wouldn't have worn such a looking thing to
church if I had to havp gone bareheaded."
"How did you like the new minister ?"
"Oh, he's splendid! and Kate Dartin was
there with a Spanish lace cape that never cost
less than S50 ; and they can't pay their butcher
bills, and I'd wear cotton lace or go without
any first."
"Did he say anything about the new mission
fund ?"
"No, and the Joneses were all rigged out in
their yellow silks made over; you would have
died laughing to have seen them. Such a taste
as those girls have ; and the minister, gave
out that the Dorcas society will meet at Sister
Jones' residence?the old poky place."
"It seems you didn't hear much of the ser
mon."
"Well, I'm sure it's better to go to church,
if you don't hear the sermon, than to stay at
home and read the paper ; and oh, Harry ! the
new minister has a lovely voice ; it nearly pats
me to sleep ; and did I tell you that the ltioh's
are home from Europe, and Mrs. Eich had a
real camel's hair shawl on, and it didn't look
like anything on her."
A long silence, during which Harry thought
of several things, and his wife was busy contemplating
the sky or view, then she suddenly
exclaimed :
"There ! I knew I'd forget to tell you something.
Would you believe it, Harry, the fringe
on Mrs. Jones' parasol was an inch deeper
than mine and twice as heavy ! Oh, dear !
what a world of trouble this is !"
A Hi suand's Love.?It is easy enough to
win a husband. Most any attractive little
dumpling with a bright eye and a coaxing
voice can gather in a noble husband, but it is
pretty difficult to retain him. Noble husbands
are thicker than hair on a dog, but the grand
difficulty is to draw out their true nobility
and secure it at home. If the wife only understands
her business she can introduce the
soothing racket in her new field of operations,
and walk away with the whole business. Most
men like to be loved and soothed. There is
something in man's great, rough earnest
nature that can be won quicker and easier
with gentleness and pie than by the logic of
the broom-handle and a bilious course of reasoning
with bread-and-milk diet.
We huve seen a girl who understood her
business take a reformed road agent by the
nose, so to speak, and lead him through life in
such a way that he wouldn't know but that he
was boss of the ranch. So i*rfect was the delusion,
that when she asked him to bring in a
scuttle of coal, or to get up in his night-shirt
and kill a burglar?that he knew was nothing
but a bob-tailed cow four blocks away?he *1
ways went, and he felt as though he counted
it a mark of special favor that a poor unworthy
worm of the dust like him should be j
sought out and delej. .ted to go and chase a j
lame cow across nine vacant lots with an old a
i barrel stave, and clothed in nothing but a t
little brief authority and a knit undershirt. a
We cannot exactly describe this magic power c
of a devoted wife over her husband, and we do y
not intend to try it. It is an unseen motive, j
a nameless leverage, that makes the husband t
get up in the dead hours of the night and set t
the pancake batter near the parlor stove. A a
man need not think that because he gets up ji
and looks for burglars in the night, and isoth- fe
erwise obedient, it is because he has no back- 8
i bone. It is simply because he is the husband j]
of a woman of whom he ought to be proud. 0
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| How Comets Affect the Earth.?It is p
reassuring to learn irom rroi. j^ewis xhiss' n
prize essay on comets, just published, that no h
serious results are ever likely to happen to our L
little planet from the visits to the solar system n
of those celestial vagrants. The influence of s
comets upon the earth, he says, is in all prob- p
ability quite insignificant. They may, like the v
sun, affect the earth's magnetic condition, a
and thus to some extent, possibly, its meteor- 1<
ology. No such effect has ever been perceived, v
In spite of some chance coincidence between h
the aparations of great comets and remarkable v
public events, no well informed person now v
believes that there is now any real connection a
between them. By a liberal and credulous v
interruption of any frequently occurring celes- a
tial phenomenon similar coincidences could h
also be shown. When a comet is converted n
into meteoric bodies, which impinge upon the s<
earth's atmosphere, there is some direct though h
probably minute effect. Some have thought v
that a sensible portion of the heat which the si
earth receives is generated in this way; but 1
the weight of scientific opinion seems to be n
against that hypothesis. The impact of mete- o
ors upon our atmosphere must add some mat- b
ter to it, and this is probably in the form of a:
dust. This may be the origin of the so-called v
cosmic dust, which has been collected at sea p
in recent times. The finer particles of it may h:
have some influence on cloud formations, and t(
other meteorological phenomena; but all this s(
is merely conjecture. w
A more remote effect may be sought in the" ?
possible fall of meteors and comets upon the bi
surface of the sun. Owing to his vast bulk, of
hho aim wnnlrJ nff.iwt an immpnsft Tnimhpr nr 81
these bodies; but it is quite certain that their bi
effect upon the sun's heat is insignificant. It if
is now generaliy admitted that we must look vi
for the origin of the sun's heat in a constant, 01
though to us imperceptible, shrinkage of his n:
vast bnlk. Some connection between the fre- la
quency of sun spots and comets has been rather t<
vaguely suspected. "Were the search for com- 1*
ets systematically pursued with equal persis- Ji
tence for a length of time, we might have tc
some data of the formation of sound opinion.
Yet it would still be an open question, whether
comets cause the spots or whether greater
activity of the sun tends in some way to ren- 111
der comets brighter, so that more will be c<
visible?with probability in favor of the latter ^
supposition. "
Finally, it may be said, with all due respect ^
to scientific decorum, tnafc the appearance of a
a great comet does exert one most happy ?
influence on the earth, in that it stimulates a1
the curiosity of mankind and directs their w
thoughts to the more particular contemplation 8
of the glorious universe which surrounds them. a
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That's Just Me.?Years ago into a wholesale
grocery store in this city walked a tall, ?
muscular man evidently a fresh comer from **
some backwoods town in Maine, or New T
Hampshire. Accosting the first person, he
met, who happened to be the merchant him- J*
self, he asked? T.
"You don't want to hire a man in your
store, do you ?" *
"Well," said the merchant, "I don't know. J
What can you do ?" ?
"jjosaia tne man, "i rainer guess i can ,
turn my hand to almost anything. What do ?
you want done ?"
"Well, if I was to hire a man, it would be ?'
one that could lift well, a strong, wiry fellow;
one, for instance, that could lift a sack of f!
coffee like that yonder and carry it across the
store and never lay it down." *
"There, now, cap'n," said the countryman, r.
"that's just me. I can lift anything I can jf
hitch to. You can't suit me better. What ^
will you give a man that suits you ?" y
"I'll tell you," said the merchant, "if you C(
shoulder tliat sack of coffee and carry it across y
the store twice and never lay it down, I will ^
hire you for one year at one hundred dollars aj
a month." y
"Done," said the stranger. y
By this time every clerk in the store had oj
gathered around and was waiting to join in ^
the laugh against the man, who threw the
sack across his shoulder with perfect ease,
and carrying it twice across the floor, went to y
a large hook which was fastened to the wall C?
and hung it up, then turned to the merchant ^
and said: jr
"There, now, it may hang there till dooms- ^
day. I shall never lay it down. What shall
I go about, mister ? Jnst give me plenty to
do and one hundred dollars a month and it's i1(
all right." w
The clerks broke into a laugh, and the merchant,
discomfited yet satisfied, kept his agree- y
meat, and to-day the green countryman is the ?j
senior partner in the firm and worth a mil- y
lion dollars.? Waverly Magazine. A,
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The Advantages of Two Eyes.?In answer
to the question, "What is the use of hav- g<
ing two eyes ?" the answer has been given, n<
"To have one left if the other is hurt." Much q,
as we may admire the sagacious foresight of tl
this youthful physiologist, it will not be found ti
sufficient to rest contented with his ultimatum. C1
TT * * 1 n i.! j
lie una evidently not trieu ma a tun w unu uuyy
unexpectedly he would miss the inkstand while
endeavoring to dip his pen into it at arm's ai
length, with one eye closed. He had not a
thought of holding his lingers a few inches cc
away from his face to find what part of the h
wall it would hide from each eye in succession, i0
or how differently it would look when regard- ^
ed from those two points of view separately,
how much thicker it would appear when 0i
both eyes were open; how much more defi- w
nitely he could examine three sides of it at h<
once; how much more definitely he could i?
judge its distance; in a word, how much more tl
comprehensive was the information given by fcj
two eyes if used at the same moment. Assuming
that.he knows exactly how to account
for the inversion of the retinal image and the di
erect appearance of the object there pictured, (j(
how our visual perceptions are only signs of d<
what we momentarily feel on the retina, signs 0i
that generally represent, with a fair degree of ti
accuracy, but may sometimes represent almost ar
anything else on demand; how, if the eyes be st
healthy, we have no consciousness of possess- hi
ing any retina at all, but instantly and uncon- aj
sciously refer every retinal sensation to some m
external body whose existence we are obliged ?
to assume, unless there be special arguments i8
to convince us to the contrary?granting all t*
this, our young physiologist has not thought of qi
inquiring how it is that, although two retinal C(
images are produced, we see but a single object,
and this despite the fact that, photographs or aj
the same body simultaneously taken from dif- hi
ferent standpoints, these two images are neces- re
sarilv dissimilar.?Popular Science Monthly. p
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Tiie HujiaN Haik.?Not less thau 90 per z?
cent of the women and 5 per cent, of the men cl
of this country wear more or le68 false hair.
The enormous consumption of the artificial
and natural product suggests the fact, fearful pi
but true, that nine women out of every ten tl
nhont. the street. in the church, or on the cars, nc
charming or ugly to the line, have 011 a wig or w
a weft, a bandeau or a prepared net, bangs or hi
weaves arranged at the hair dresser's. lit
Some people think that blondes never grow ce
grayheaded. The fact is, one thjrd of the to
white shreds may be mingled with such hair bi
and few will notice it. The same proportion k<
of blonde-headed people turn gray as those pe
with any other colored hair. ce
The proportion of people who dye their hair fo
is also surprising. Some 20 per cent, are said e<3
to do this. Of course the greater proportion E
of these people are white-haired people. A th
white head is often, though not always, a sign pe
of a life of trouble. le
WHIT IS NICKEL 1
Since the convenient five-cent coin, which
n common talk is called "a nickel, " has come
nto general circulation, the question above is
sked, either mentally or orally, hundreds of
imes every day? and but few get an intelligent
iiswer. In China and India a white copper,
ailed pack tong, bits- long been known, and
las Ixien extensively tised, both there and in
Surope, for counterfeiting silver coin. About
he year 1700 a peculiaif ore was discovered in
he copper mines of Saxony, which had the
ppearance of being very rich, but in smelting
t yielded no copper, and the miners called it
:upfer-nickel, or false copper. In 1754 Contadt
announced the discovery of a new metal
a kupfer-nickel, to which he gave the name
f nickel. It was in combination with arseic,
from wbicli he eould relieve it only in
arts. The alloy of nickel and arsenic which
ie obtained was white, brittle and hard, and
ad a melting point nearly as high as castron.
It was not not until 1823 that pure
?i ?J ?? 1 r*
ucKei was ouuiiueu uy auaiysia uj. ureimau
ilver, which had for a number of years been
roduced at Suhl, in Saxony. Its composition
ras ascertained to be copper 10 parts, zinc o
nd nickel 4. If more nickel be used the alsy
is as white as silver and susceptible of a
ery high polish, but becomes too brittle and
ard to be hammered or rolled, and can be
worked only by casing. Pure nickel is a
rtiite metal which tarnishes readily in the
ir. Unlike silver, it is not acted on by the
apor of sulphur, and even the strong mineral
cids attract it nut slightly. Nickel has the
ardness of iron, and, like it, has strong magetic
properties, but cannot be welded and is
oldered with difficulty. Pure nickel has
eretoi'ore been used chiefly for plating, for
rhich purpose its hardness and power to reIst
atmospheric influence admirably adapt it.
'he French have succeeded in rolling the
letal into plates, from which spoons and
ther table furniture may be pressed. Nickel
ronze, which consists of equal parts of copper
nd nickel, with a little tin, may be cast into
ery delicate forms, and is susceptible of a
ollsh. Mines of nickle are worked at Chatam,
Ct., and Lancaster, Pa., and it is said
) be found at Mine Le Motte, Mo., and at
;veral points in Colorado and New Mexico,
here but little attention is paid to it. It is
rtensivelv mined in Saxony and in Sweden,
at the late discovery of a new ore (a silicate
f nickel) in New Caledonia will probably
ispend the use of the arsenical ores, and yet
ring nickel into commom use. Switzerland,
t the year 1852, made a coin of German sil?r,
which is identical in composition with
iir nickel coin. The United States made
ickel cents in 1856, and then eight years
,ter coined the 5 cent pieces. Belgium adop,>d
nickel coinage in 1860, and Germany in
173. England has lately coined pennies for
imaica, but at home she and France adhere
> clumsy copper small change.
Perpetual Motion.?In looking back and
atching the way in which the human race
as blundered and struggled into the present
mdition af knowledge, there are some things
hich tend to give rise to a feeling rather akin
> exas])eration. There are so many times in
hich we see it running deeperand deeper into
false theory, and getting so mixed up with
illacies, that we often get vexed, as it were,
t seeing so much energy misdirected, and
Isli we had been on the spot to have arued
the ancients out of their false positions,
ad into following some better theory. They
sed to labor on, however, and eventually ex:icate
themselves from a maze of inconsistenies
ancl anomalies by adopting some fresh hyathesis
as a basis of action. Chemistry in
articular, furnishes us with examples of this
ind. What centuries of scrambling there
ere for the philosopher's stone and the elixir
'toe. And, in more recent times, how anima;d
controversy was over such forgotten things
i calxes, philoiriston, &c. Chemistry, howev
r, has quite lived through these phases in its
evelopment, and the merest tyro in the science
ever seems to be fascinated with a desire to
ffect the transmutation of vessels. These
msiderations strengthen us in the hope that,
t some time, not very far in the future, the
ist effort at perpetual motion will be recordi,
and it will be possible to write a history of
le origin, progress and end of the search for
self-moving power, with no more fear of the
ibject being added to than if it were a histoj
of the Crusades or the Punic Wars. It
lust be confessed, though, that we are some
istance from sucn a consummation yet. In
le face of the fact that during the present
jntury, something like two hundred applicaons
for patents?which, more or less openly,
re for j?erpetual motion?have been received,
; the English Patent Office alone, and that
ley continue to be received, it would be rash
> speak of the subject as completely disposed
I and as not requiring discussion.?Meclianal
Herald.
"As Little Chileren."?To the mother
lese words come home with peculiar signifimce,
a wonderful beauty. .She looks into
3r baby's eyes, and reading there its perfect
roocence, the desire wakes in her spirit, or
jepens and strengthens, for purity of heart
id thought and life?purity before God.
Other children come in, and the little one
ilds out his tiny hands, laughs and coos a
elcome. She watches them in their gentle,
ippy play, notes the easily contented spirit,
le little kindness the perfect sincerity, the
ving-up, the shared apple or ginger-bread,
le love for pussy and Rover, and bunny, and
ads in all a lesson to herself?"Peace and
ood-will."
As her child grows older?if she is faithful?
iverning by love, blending firmness, gentle2ss
and consideration, she obtains an un
lestioning, cheerful* obedience. And, too,
le gratitude for every trifling gift, and elaac
hopefulness, the ready forgiveness, of a
lild's nature, are all "leadings" toward the
ingdom of Iieaven.
Angels are very close to these little ones;
id it has been truly said that "She who holds
babe to her bosom and holds it lovingly,
lines within the sphere of angelic influence."
ave we not felt it soothing our restless, anxus
spirits, quieting passion, inciting hope,
iptizing us in the very blessedness of love V
Blessed, indeed, is the heart that has not
itgrown its childhood. Blessed the mother
hose soul is young enough to* take part in
;r children's joys and sorrows; and who is
d of the little ones till she becomes like
lem, and so enters more and more into the
ngdom.?Arthur'a Magazine.
Hours and Minutes.?Why is one hour
vided into 60 minutes and each minute into
) seconds ? Why not divide our time as we
) our money, by tens, counting ten, fifty, or
le hundred minutes to an hour ? This queson
was asked by an intelligent boy, and the
lswer given him "may both interest and inruct
other young people. It is this: We
we sixty divisions on the dials of our clocks
id watches, because the old Greek astronoer,
Hipparchus, who lived in the second
intury before Christ, accepted the Babylonh
system of reckoning time, that system
iing sexigesiiaal. The Babylonians were acuiinted
with the decimal system, out for
>mmon and practical purposes, was counted
f sossi and suri, the sossos, representing sixty
id the suras sixty times sixty, or thirty-six
jndred. From Hipparchus that mode of
ckoning found its way into the works of
tolemy, about 150 A. D., and thence was
irried down the stream of science and civiliition,
and found the way to dial-plates of
ocksand watches. * '
Secrets of Newspaper Men.?'There is
obably no newspaper man of experience in
te country, who does not hold secrets of imirtance
in his mind, which, if made public,
ould create a sensation, but would stamp
m as being unreliable, and consequently un;
for his profession. The great race for presence
in the publication of news impels him
i do his utmost to outstrip hiscotemporaries,
it a higher feeling, the dictate of honor,
ieps sacred trusts reposed. Frequently a;rson
would like to know the authorship of
rrtain matters published, and whether his efrts
are directed to "pumPinS" the managing
litor or the galley-boy, they are alike fruitless,
very compositor on a paper, as a rule, knows
ie handwriting he sets up2 but if any other
;reons think they can learn it from him ?well,
t them try it.?Tolrtn TelegrnnK
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