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THE NATIONAL GAME. i Most of the League players are temperate. Bans won the Maine College champion ship. ' Bbouthkrs, of Boston, leads the League in batting. • Gore, of New York, is playing the best ball Of his life. ' Bect-tight base ball uniforms are falling into disuse. Floods and rain hare cost the Pittsburg team flOfOOO. Chicago is scouring the 'West for availa ble infield talent. The rainy and cold weather has hurt many clubs financially. Sixce Shreve joined the Detroits that club has been playing great ball. New York was the first to lose two succes sive games to Washington. Cleveland is about the most aggressive “baby” the League ever had. The new rules have been very hard on the pitchers in the minor leagues. Clarkson, of the Bostons, won fifteen of the first seventeen games played. Fogertt will likely be made the perma nent Captain of the Philadelphia team. Dunlap, of Pittsburg, owns more dia monds than any player in the profession. Three Keefes are now pitching for as many : themselv* dubs, and all are doing i elves proud. Umpire Bauer says that-dirty ball playing is rampant in the International Association. Pittsburg has eight pitchers on its salary list and the management is looking for more. Umpire Barxum wears a life preserver under his clothes to protect his fractured ribs. Will White, the old Cincinnati pitcher, is the only professional player who wears spec tacles. Pitcher Radbourne, of Boston, is troubled with a severe attack of “Charlie borse.” Pitcher Beam, of the Pittsburg team, lost 4 brother and sister by the Johnstown disaster. Johnston, the Boston’s center fielder, is very clever at estimating where the batsman Is going to knock the ball. The Boston team as now made up needs little looking after, as the men are mostly of the quiet, temperate kind. Anson likes better to visit Boston than any other League city, as he is even more appre ciated there than in Chicago. This has been a bad season on pitchers. Jmst seventeen twirlers have found that they were mistaken in their ability. Jerry Denny, of Indianapolis, says: “We can beat any team in the League for six inn ings. I can’t tell what is the matter.” Kansas City ought to have a pennant be fore 1893. The three stockholders have spent nearly $25,000 for players since last fall. - Ex-Governor John D. Long, of Massa chusetts, is a good amateur baseball player, excelling both at the bat and in the field. Among the minor surprises of the season are the Texas League tail-enders, Austin and Waco, who are playing astonishing ball. A syndicate of Americans and Parisians proposes to engage two baseball teams to play in Paris in the W lid West Show grounds. ' Cleveland is playing in as good cham pionship form as any qtner aspirant for the League pennant. Its first trip record is sim ply wonderful. A colored league, to comprise the Cuban Giants, of Trenton; Gorhams, of New York, and clubs located in Boston and New Haven, Is being formed. * The largest score and tho biggest batting record of the season was made m a Wilkes- barre-Hartford game. There were forty- nine runs and fifty base hits. The Easton (Penn.) Club lost $7000 last year, but was then and is now backed by some wealthy sporting men, who say they will stay in to the end of the season. Ball players, as a rule, never diet. They eat anything that comes along, making a point to eat a cold lunch at noon and a hearty dinner after the game for an evening meal. ; Bostonese say Brouthars’s reputation as a fielder did him gross injustice. To the Bos ton mind big Dan can cover first base equal to the best form ever shown by Jonn Morrill. baseball team that included it in its make up. Manager Harry Wright picked out Boston’s first professkmal team in 1871, and managed them for nine years in succession, winning the championship in ’72, ’73, ’74, ’75, *7T and’7b. f Basebaxl has taken root in Australia. Not only has it taken root, but the roots are al ready spreading in all directions. There are a great many dubs, and each week at least one is added to the list. Thousands of dollars are wasted by dubs in excessive salaries, vain efforts to strengthen and sensational deals, but when it comes to considering the umpire question economy suddenly*rules supreme. The greatest trouble with young pitchers is their great fear of getting hit. They seem to think that the entire responsibility of the game rests upon their shoulders and that the men behind them are merely so many statues. Arthur Irwin, who for years has cap tained the Philaddphia team, and to whose services the dub owes much of its success in past years, has been released to the Washing tons for $3000. He is to receive $3200 salary as Captain of the team. Morrill will act a: manager and will cover first base. Over 8000 people paid to see a game of ball at Victoria, British Columbia, on the Queen’s Birthday, between the Victoria Amites and Port Townsends, and they got the worth of their money, as it required ten innings for the home dub to win by 10 to 7. Baseball is becoming even more popular in British Columbia than it is in Canada, and that is saying a great deal. LEAGUE RECORD. Won. Lost. Percentage Boston 9 .750 Cleveland 27 16 .642 Philadel{>hia... 24 17 .585 New York 16 .579 Chicago 18 23 .439 Pittsburg 16- 24 .410 Indianapolis.... 12 27 .289 Washington 10 26 .236 AMERICAN ASSOCIATION RECORD. WVm. Lost. Percentage St. Louis .’W 15 .694 Athletic 29 16 .644 Brooklyn 29 18 .617 Baltimore 24 21 .533 Cincinnati 24 25 .490 Kansas City 21 26 .447 Columbus 18 26 .409 Louisville 8 40 .167 MURDEBED WITH AN AXE. Insane Lpcicn Freeman Kill His Motlier ami His Keeper. Lucien Freeman, thirty years old, killed his-mother, Mrs. Orville Freeman, aged dxty- seven, and John Morgan in the farmhouse in Srhich Mrs. Freeman and her son lived, about a quarter of a mile from the village of Meri- dqp, N. H. Luoien managed tho farm' He was at times insane, and, although be was not considered a dangerous persro, ho was watched dosdy. A brother stayed with him on Friday and Saturday nights, and then engaged John Morgan of Meriden to go to tho farm and take, care of Laden. Early in the morning Laden entered Mor gan’s room and struck him two blows with an axe. Morgan was kiUed by the first blow. Mrs. Freeman was par Rally dressed and bad left her room to go to the kitchen, when she was overtaken by her son who struck her on the head with the axe. Luoien appeared .it the house of Orville Eaton, two miles away, about5:30 a. aC, and told what he had done. The Sheriff was notified and arrested Lucien. He showed the Sheriff where he had left the axe in the pas ture near the house, and it was found these covered with blood. The great article of traffic from Szechuan, ”hina. just now seems to be slave girls, rhey are very cheap. A great Noah’s ark vas seen floating down the river the other uy, women looking out at all the windows. Phey were slave girls a mandarin was tak ing east. The total length of the submarine cables at present in use is 118,031 miles. Of this length 102*531 miles belong to various cable companies, and 10,000 miles are Government property. t RELIGIOUS READING. THE masters questions. “If any man serve Me, let him follow Me; and where I am, there shall also My servants be; if any man serve Me, him will My Father honor.”—John 12: 26. Have ye looked for sheep in the desert, For those who have mbs. J their way? Have ye been in the w Id waste places. Where the lost and wandering stray? Have ye trodden the lonely highway. The foul and the dark-ome street? It may be ye’d s‘e in the gloaming The print of My wounded feet. Have ye folded home to your bosom The trembling neglected lamb, And taught to the little lost one The sound of the Shepherd's name? Have ye searched for the poor and needy, Witn no clothing, no home, no bread? The Son of Man was among them— He had no where to lay His head. Have ye carried the living water, To the patched and thirsty soul* Have ye said to the sict and wounded, “Christ Jesus makes thee whole?” Have ye told My fainting children Of the strungi h of the Father's hand? Have ye guided the tottering footsteps To the shore of the “golden land?” Have ye stord by the sad and weary, To smooth the pillow of death, To comfort the sorrow-striken, And strengthen the feeble faith? An1 have ye felt,w; en the glory Has streamed through th» open door An 1 flitted across the shadows. That I had been the; e before? Have ye wept with the broken-hearted In their agony of woe? Ye mi-.'ht hear Me whispering beside yon, “ ’T s the pathway I often g >!” My brethren, My friends. My disciples, Can ye dat e to follow Me? Then wherever the Master dwelleth. There shall the servant be! —Selected. “written in heaven.” To have one's “name written in heaven” is the highest honor. You may write your name on tablets of stone in the pantheon of lame: you may inscritie it on the pages of history, and be prsis -d in oration and p em for the glory of your deeds, but the humblest pea i ant whose name is “ written in heaven’’ has attained a more las' ing honor. To have our names “written in heaven” means that we are children of the King Immorta 1 , that we have overcome by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of our testimony, that we are citizens of the new Jerusalem — free holders in the Capital of the eternal king dom, kings and prie-ts unto God, and heirs of eternal lif^. This is more than to be famed on earth as a 1 rilliant writer, an elo quent preacher, a noble conquerer of devils. Reader, is your name written in heaven? Then rejoice!—Evening Messenger. safe. The fact that we know a thing to be wrong does not prevent our doing it. Knowing that a thing is wrong restrains us from its commissjoa only to the degree that our knowledge that it is wrong is suffused with a living sense of the sinfulne-s and damnable ness of the act contemplated. It is tolerably clear where our work needs to be put. How can I learn to hate sin? Not by studying it. Looking at the darkness does not make it blacker; it makes it brighter, and the longer you look the more threads of whiteness you will find in it. Nor can we become more conscious of the sinfulness of sin by any re solved and heroic straining and producing of our moral perceptions, gin di.-closes its hein ousness only as it is beheld in the light of the - perfect holiness of Almighty God. The f round still needs the sky; the nether rmament yet hangs upon the upper. Christ, that bundle of heavenly sunshine, is this gross world’s only hope. History can not utterlv fail till it has succeeded in ex punging the memory of the thirty-three years of the perfect Jesu-. It was in God’s eye that David saw the'foulness of his own adul terousness. The Lord opened the heavens above u*, and let the Eternal shine in the midst of our days, vt-a ed holiness to wor f of it. Then we are and a whole hell full d cause his own re- within the perfect perfect abhorrence srfe fl*om the devil of his angels; safe as Paul was safe, who stood unflinching before the thorn, because he had heard the voices that were unutterable; safe as the Lord was safe, who stepped forward triumphant to Calvary, because on the mount he had gath ered armament from the prophets, and been suffused with the light and wrapped about with the glory shed upon him from the un covered heavens.—Rev. C. U. Parkhurst. JOYOUS CHRISTIANS, qu more gladness in our world. Who is to sup ply it if the Christian does not? When thoughtful men seriously propound the in- ? uiry, “is life worth living?” it is surely time or all who love Christ to answer that ques tion by the most practical of methois—to show the world the gladness of he life which Christ inspires. Wordsworth has given us an immortal ode on the happiness which comes from duty. We want a singer to in spire us all w.th a not less noble aim—the duty of happiness, and specially of happiness as Christians. No influence cr power is more manifest in nature than tbit of joy. It is the great mainspring starting all the wheels cf na- nature’s activities. The sun delights to shine. The stars never look tired of their calm watchful gaze. The streams rejoice soto run and sing. The flowers delight in blossming. Joy laughs in a thousand little bud, and dances in young leaves, and carols in the song cf birds. The very grass however you cut it, or trealupon it, lifts up its head with a niw joy every morn ing, and welcomes you in your evening wea riness to the re-t of its cool, playful shadows. The little child, fresh from God, comes to us with joy on its dimpled fac \ and gladness in its play and merry movements. No feature in nature is more marked than that of joy. Coleridge said that “the sunny hues, and fair forms, and breathing sweets of nature made it impossible for him to be a jarring and dissonant thing amongst the general minstrelsy.” Joy is both full of insight and is medicinaL Our best po ts del ght to depict its power in each cf these ministries. Wordsworth said it was “with an eye made quiet by the deep power of joy that he saw into the life of things.” Then he felt sensations sweet pass ing into his purer mind, with tranquil resto ration. Then he came to know that blessed mood in which the burden of the mystery of this uniutelbgible world is lightened; and he became a living soul. If this be the ministry of the joy of nature, surely the “joy of the Lord” would lighten many dark problems in life, lift many a burden, change the home and the business of many a weary and tired chill of Gol, and fill them with brightness and song.—1'he Quiver. The Lord may lead you round, but He will lead you right. He who seems not to himself more than he is, is more than he seems.—Goethe. Man originally fell by losing his confidence in God, and can only be raised by the res toration of his confidence; in other words, unbelief was his ruin, and he now stands by faith “Since from C y bounty we recieve Such proofs of love divine. Had we a thousand hearts to give. Lord, they should all bo thine.” —Cleric us in American Messenger. O Christian, the God whom you serve is so excellent that no good can be added to Him; and so infinite that no good can be dimin ished in Him! He makes happy, and yi : is not the less happy; He shows mercy to the full, and yet remains full of mercy. BEER AND BUSINESS. Of twenty-six of the leading business firms and manufacturers in the United States—all rated by Dun's Mercantile Agency as possess ing a capital of at least $750,000—interviewed by us, only one allowed the use of liquor in his establishment, and then only during the dinner hour. Everyone reports that the business interests of the employer are jeopardized by the dram-shop association of the employe, and that most cases of in dividual Doverty among the latter can be traced to the saloons. —Homiletic Review. * If any other class of men were organized in the same lawless manner as the saloon ele ment, savs Sam Small, the people would move against them with Gatling guns and dyna mite. TEMPERANCE. SAY NO. Dare to say “No” when you’re tempted to drink. Pause for a moment, my brave boy, and think; Think of the wrecks upon life’s ocean tossed. For answering “yes” without counting the cost. Think of the mother who bore you in pftin, Think of the tears that will fall like rain; Think of the heart, and how cruel the blow. Think of her love, and at once answer “No.” Think of the hopes that are drowned in the bowl. Think of the danger to body and soul. Think of sad lives, once as pure as the snow; Look at them now. and at once answer “No.” Think of a manhood with rum-tainted breath. Think of its end, and the terrible death. Think of the homes that now shadowed with woe, Might have been heaven, had the answer been “No.” Think of lone graves both unwept and un known. Hiding fond hopes that were fair as your own. Think of proud forms now forever laid low. That might still be here, had they learned to say “No.” Think of the demon that lurks in the bowl. Driving to ruin both body and soul. Think o* ali this as life's journey you go. And when you’re assailed by the tempter, say “No.” —GoodalVs Sun. THE ECONOMY OF PROHIBITION. A correspondent of the Newcastle (Eng.) Daily Chronicle emphasizes the economy of prohibition by careful statistics. He shows that in 1888 in that district the proportion paid for manual labor in making spirits was not quite two pence in every sovereign’s worth of liquor, and that only ten pence out of every pound spent in liquor went to the working classes. Any one therefore who bought £5 worth of alcoholic drinks last year benefited the labor market to the extent of four shillings and two pence. Contract this with the statement that of £5 spent for shoes £2 goes back for labor, and of £5 spent for woolen cloth £3 goes back to labor. MISSIONS AND LIQUOR. Seldom has there been a more interesting debate in the British House of Lords than that which took place a few nights ago on the liquor traffic in Africa. Complaints nave been made from time to time by the mission aries in letters from different centers to the Home Boards; and in various ways and at different times the Boards have brought the facte before the Government. The re sults, however, have been small. It is only latterly, and partly through the interposition of one of the native Queens, that the matter has been seriously looked at by the upper classes, and by the men in power. Among the more prominent persons who have interested themselves in the matter is the Duke of Westminster, who, although he has not cut himself off from all the enjoy ments of social life, has come to be a potent personality in moral and religious circles. The subject to which we have referred above was brought before the House of Lords bv the Duke in a speech of much weight. It was shown by the Duke, and by others who followed in the same vein, that the European settlements in Africa, instead of being “centers of civilization and light and moral healthfulness were really cancerous sores, thrusting their roots deeper and deeper into the land, and spreading disease and death.” The cause was clearly pointed out. It was cheap spirits—gin and sometimes rum. Im ported, as it was shown, in large quantities, these fiery and poisonous compounds, when brought within the reach of the natives, are eagerly sought after, and exercise a most de moralizing influence. Every product of the country is brought to the traders to be ex- [ banks of green, i its way; betwt en it play, ; home, The In meadows low, thra^ The brook in quiet ‘ Bright gleams of i The bending reels i Lighting the minnow’s I Gilding the turtle's specked dome. A summer sky is over all, Sweet summer sounds % re on the breeze— The r.d-winged blackbirq’ s merry call Rin;s from the distant maple tre-s While humming, crossing creatures trace Their mazes o'er the watc. r ’ 8 face. Though in the mirror at Iqj- feet No mysti Yet pictm^^^^^Kgreet, Of memorf^^^^^Haoraia. Homes, for Now vanis Echoes of lifl Glimpses of Come to this i dear, waking sight, i cl-ar— i golden light, ler nook, Beside a waiK? er j n g meadow brook. , —A. S. Hyde. TEG flRST EDITION. “ Dear Sif.. takep’easure inannounc- ing to you that the first edition of your work, ‘The Swallow^ • being sold, a second edition should be print**} “ Have the kindness to call at our office, so that we may mak- t he necessary arrange ments. Youly truly, “Massol Brothj !SB ' publishers.” / chanced for them, and, instead of bales of merchandise, kegs of spirits are taken into the interior, where their destructive effects baffle all descriptimj. It was stated on good authority, bMt&e Duke and others, that whereverfEBlpirits were .introduced cotton goodq and other products of civilization . to be in any extensive demand. The to Government was- therefore on ti^ae as well as on humanitarian conaderations. It was shown that much 1 had followed the enforcement of strin gent laws in Zululand and other parts. As the ’t of the debate the Government has to take all possible steps to remedy ivil. . . to be seen wffat wilTbe doniritT is iqost certainly one of the disgraces of this nineteenth century that we should be build ing find tearing down in this fashion—send ing missionaries and sending rum to heathen lands at one and the same time.—Mail and Express. THE LEAGUE OF THE CROSS. A niw crusade has commenced in the Bo- man Catholic Church, which has attracted much attention in the community. The “League of the Cross” is an organization started by Cardinal Manning in England and it has extended to various parts of this coun try. The following is the pledge: “I do solemnly promise, with the help of God, to abstain from drinking or treating in saloons or like places, and from entering such places without strict necessity. I also prom ise to attend the meetings of the League, to observe its rules, and to do all 1 can to pro mote its objects, and induce others to join it.” In St. Peter’s, one of the largest Roman Catholic churches in the city of Brooklyn, with Fathers Fransioli, Barry and Ward, a large organization has been formed. Father Barry at one of the meetings said: “We have from twelve to fifteen thousand nominal Roman Catholics in this parish, the area of which is eight blocks long by three blocks broad—the largest parish in the dio- v corner of eve cese. Every \ every block almost is decorated with a rum-shop.’ There are sixty- five saloons about, and we find that drunk enness is constantly increasing. For every drunkard we reclaim the rum-shops make ten new ones. The parish is like a ship with strained timbers. The five priests here have been laboring to pump it dry, but the water rushes in faster than ever. Now we are go ing to stop the leak. “The branches of this tree of intemperance sprout faster than they can be clipped, so the only thing to do is to strike at the root. We are like an ambulance corps on a battle-field. As fast as we fix one wounded man up, ten newly wounded are brought to us from the front. What is the use of our work when the bullets are allowed to fly as fast as ever? We are not even holding our own, for, as I said before, drunkenness is on the increase. “There is no use denying the proposition that saloons produce drunkenness, and drunk enness produces crime. Against this state of affairs, therefore, we propose to strive. Of course we must necessarily hurt the saloon business,and that may antagonize the saloon keepers. We cannot help that. What we are goinjr to do is to save our people from per dition. This is our duty, and we must do it, no matter whom we hurt. We have God on our side and have no fear of any forces which may array themselves against us. With God’s help we must win. “Never in the history of our country has the subject of intemperance received such consideration as at the present time. Light is now shed on it as never before. Religion and philanthropy have thown their rays upon it and laid bare its depths of iniquity. No intelligent man has dubious views on the sub ject. The evidence is clear—no clearer if written bv an angel. There are no faltering words. We know it to be one of the greatest vices with which man can be afflicted. Per haps it has never raged more fiercely than now, and men are organized to combat it.” TEMPERANCE NEWS AND NOTES. A saloon keeper says the letters W. C. T. U. means “women constantly torment us.” The W. C. T. U. of Bangkok, Siam, pro claims its activity by means of a banner at the Paris Exposition. Sam Small hasn’t been a newspaper para* grapher for nothing. He defines high license as a high lie with no sense in it. Governor Humphrey says a proposition to restore the saloon in Kansas would be voted down by at least 120,00) majority. The W. C. T. U. of Minneapolis will soon open a large coffee palace, where two thou sand people can be fed in one day. There is not a single liquor saloon in Tyr rell County, N. C., and consequently the law yers in the county are on the verge of star vation. The Niagara Square W. C. T. U., of Buf falo, N. Y., has been incorporated and pro poses to establish a woman’s sanitarium and foundlings' home in that city. A recent canvass of the schools of England revealed the fact that ninety-five per cent, of the young people taking first rank were members of the Band of Hope. A promient clergymen made the assertion at Chickering Hall, New York, that statistics proved that more women than men were con victed in that city for drunkenness. _ When I received thjg letter, said the celebrated dramatic j author, Henry Didicr, I was overcojQQ with joy and astonishment, but I yf-as even more as tonished than delight^i. The first edition of! «*The Swallows,” my first work, a voluL^ 0 f poetry, ex hausted ! And I was barely twenty-two years old, I knew no 3ne i a p ar i 3t no th- ing else of mine hac ever been printed except some adverti jements! And in what space of time h this unexpected and astounding result', been achieved? In a single month! * it was a success, a real success? So I hljd talent? Ibe^an to be appreciated by biy contemporaries whom I had hitherto slandered, accus ing them of being insensible to all poetry, and regarding them as stupid countrymen. What a future was before me I After this volume I would write a second one at which I had aireadv worked—in fancy! Then I would produce something for the theatre, the sj^ing. board which launches you, all at tmee, into renown, glory and prosperity^And why not a novel, also? chological es scenes which should interesting. My brain the wUc^ambitions of lirnUy ear.—-L'^feackU again and again. I wi around my room, gesti “Well, wl boy?” -my door. A kindly face, with a large nose, behind the spectacl dream of psy- descriptive th exact and on fire. All ih whi%pered Icome letter around and violently. , my dear wig encircling a smile ‘ ‘Why, grandfath^u ] letter.” When he had penukt, “Well, what of thai that your poems chflwj uk, ^gTnftd red at the shaven, eyes shining well-combed ntenance. t read this he said: Ft seems to me father, it is an Nobody reads “But just think, unexpected success, poetry nowadays.” “People read yours, it seems. You ought to be satisfied.” “Of course I am.” “Then you are happy?” ‘•Can you doubt it?’’ “No more could be desired.” He opened his snuff- box and took a pinch, looking at me with smiling eyes. A quarter of an hour later I was at Massol’s store. I sprang up the stairs to the office of the e.cfjr brother, who was accustomed to treat with authors. The door of the offictj was closed, and a sound of voices escalped. The pub lisher was engaged. I ^at down upon a bench and waited my tiirn. And as I waited, 1 recalled my emotion on my first visit to this publishing house; how my heart beat as I mounted the stairs with my manuscript under my arm, and how I trembled when I entered Massol’s office! The office-door opened, and X., a member of the Academy,* came out, ac companied by the smiling and obsequi ous publisher. He was a successful au thor, and they made much of him. Would I ever climb so high? Massol beckoned to me in a kindly and paternal manner. He begged me to be seated, and installing himself in his arm-chair, said: “You received our letter?” “Yes, Mr. Massol.” “A book of poc.ry sold in a month! Between ourselves, I don’t understand it at all.” s f This was not very flattering, but I myself bad been so milch astonished that I readily excu-ed his astonishment. “Very curious, about your book,” he continued; ‘ ‘people buy iq, but no one talks about it. I never before saw any thing like that in the publishing busi- :um»us ness. Very curious, v And he laughel hear til It was then and there agreed that they would at once print 530 copies of ‘‘The Swallows,” as more orders: night reason ably be expected. And a i few days er I saw my dear volume displayed in the windows stores, adorned with the scription “Second Edition. Decidedly I amounted t< Nevertheless Mas sol's trouble me a little. Nc about my book, no one see: read it, except the persons lat- majestically of the book attering in something, remarks did one talked nled to have to whom I had presented it, and they had not said very much. Encouraged by this first success, I went eagerly to work. 1 wrote my first play, “The Grandmother,” which as you recollect, was successful at the Odeon; then I wrote “The Victims of Marriage,” for the Gymuase; “The Two Brothers,” for the Comedie-Francaise, and many other pieces. I became a “well-known author,” as we say; years passed, and I scarcely recollected “The Swallows,” a youthful work, a timid at tempt, now forgotten by the world. At this period I experienced one of the greatest griefs of my life: I lost my dear grandfather. He died peacefully, tended and beloved by all of us to the last. He possessed one of those rare natures in which egotism never found a place, and whose active good-will never spared any pains to give pleasure to those whom he loved. He had one of those tender and delicate souls which neglect themselves so that they may think the more of others, and consider themselves fully recompensed by a smile, finding their happiness in the happiness which they create for others. I shall always remember the painful impressions which we experienced when, a month after the death of this dear relative, we went to his apartment where we found the old furniture and the familiar objects which reminded us of him. A strange servant opened the blinds abruptly, being indifferent to an emotion he could not understand. The light from without suddenly filled the room and with it entered a breath of fresh air, bringing in the noise of the street. Death gave way to life. And with life, its stern duties. The apart ments of our dear grandfather were to be rented, and we must remove the fur niture, empty the closets and clear away for the newcomer who was to occupy the rooms. The moving was begun and I was painfully affected. It seemed to me that all that yet remained to recall my grandfather was about to be scat tered and broken up. The regular mode of life which had existed for more than thirty years seemed to have left its mark in every part of this little abode. Each piece of furni ture removed, and each drawer emptied, was a memory stirred and uprooted. Yes, I am sure that these hundreds of tiifles, collected so long ago, suffered greatly in being torn pitilessly from their customary places and from the peaceful obscurity in which they reposed. One of the company uttered au astonished “Oh! ” and showing me the lower por tion of a closet which he had just opened, cried; “Henry, see here!” I looked, and I saw—Oh! dear grand father, dear and excellent man!—I saw the lower shelves of the _ closet— with books all alike, leaves uncut, and blue covers which I Recognized at once: “The Swallows,” “The Swallows!” ; There it was complete, the first edition of my poems, this edition which was ex hausted so rapidly, “which people bought, and of which no one spoke,’’ as Massol had said. I should think they didn’t speak of it! Grandfather had bought the whole edition; he was the unknown public! . I kneeled and touched with trembling hands those volumes which were unread and old at the same time. Some of them-had the stamps of the most remote book-stores; one came from Temple Boulevard, another from the Odeon booths. As I handled them, I seemed to see my dear grandfather going out with his light step, as ho used to say, and running all over Paris to buy his grandson’s book. I saw him enter a store, ask proudly for “The Swallows,” by Henry Didier, buy two or three copies (as many as he could without ex citing the suspicions of the bookseller), and take them away under his arm, laughing to himself over his touching ruse. Returning home, I saw him run ning quickly to this closet and conceal ing his booty, delighted that the pile continually increased in size. He had kept the secret for more than fifteen years. His delicacy wanted none of the thanks which it so richly deserved. Then I recollected what he had said to me, smiling, the day that I received Massol’s letter: “Are you happy youngster? Well,no more could be desired.” Yes, I was happy, dear grandfather. No success which 1 have since achieved has equalled this happiness on learning that the first edition of my first book was exhausted. I know now in what manner it was exhausted, I have discov ered your innocent ruse, and to the passed joy is added my deep gratitude to him who gave me this j )y. I could not have loved you more; but your deli cate action has shown me that the most attractive thing in this world, the most radiant and sublime, is a kind heart. Henry Didier ceased speaking. A tear glistened on his cheek. And we, his hearers, sweetly affected by his story, remained silent.—Translated for the Epoch. Sugar. A history of sugar was written in 1799 by Dr. Mosely. It states that sugar when first introduced into every country was used only medicinally. Pliny, the naturalist, leaves no room for doubt on this point. Even in Arabia, in the time of Avicenna (A. D. 980-1038), though sugar was an article of commerce from the East, there is no record of its being used for dietetic or culinary purposes for several centuries afterward. It was chiefly used to make nauseating medi- , cines pleasant to take. A Wonderful Tribe. A remarkable story is told in a recent issue of the Paris Societe de Geogrnphie records. M. Camille Douls recounts the experience he underwent in northwest ern Africa. Dis^ui-ed as a native, it appears, he landed on the w.'st coast near Cape Garnet, sever il hundred miles south of Morocco, pretending to the people of that region that he had been shipwrecked. At first he was roughly dealt with; but finally he ga : ned the confidence of his captors, and, after five months’ wanderings, by dint of craft he made his way to Morocco. Here his disguise was discovered, and he was thrown into prison—to be released pres ently at the instigation of the British minister. The adventures recorded are of inter est, as they give a new version to the popular story of the great desert. The Oulad Delim, into whose hands M. Douls fell, he says, ure unusually intelligent. Theyspeak a pure Arabic, founded upon the constant study of the Koran. They are monogamous, and treat their wives with the greatest affection and respect as equals of the men. The girls share the education of the boys, learning to read and write with them; hence, the women show an intellectual and moral elevation far beyond that of any Moslem women.—St. James' Gazette. The Cossacks. The Cossacks are warlike tribes of south and southeast Russia. In their own and in the Russian language they are called Kazaks, which in Turkish designates robbers, and in the dialect of the Tartars, free, light-mouuted war riors. Their chief occupations in time of peace are fishing and breeding of cat tle. Horses form their chief riches. In time of war all men of 18 to 50 years are bound to serve on horseback. They provide their armor at their own ex pense, but have the free choice of their dress. Their arms are a lance, 10 to 12 feet long, a carbine, pistols and a sabre. Their horses are small, but swift and in defatigable. They are divided into polks (regiments), subdivided into hun dreds, fifties and tens. They are par ticularly expert in surprising and inter cepting small detachments, in annoying an army on the march, and in derang ing or pursuing an enemy in retreat or in flight. The number of all the Cos sacks of Russia is variously estimated at 1,500,000 to 3 000,000. Their language is the Russian, intermixed with Polish and Tartar words. They adhere to the Greek creed. They are strong, hardy and active. They wear beards, round caps and wide trousers. Honey Dew. Honey dew is a i viscid, saccharine matter which exudes from the stems and leaves of plants, both trees hacw\*si plauta. ~ Ilo JrcseQCClS USUSily, not always, ascribed to the aphides and other insects which feed on the juices of plants, puncturing them to extract their sap. Dry, warm weather seems to be necessary for the production in the sap of that superabundance of su fe ?r which is thus thrown off. Honey dew is often so abundant as to fall in drops from one leaf to another, sometimes even falling from trees in a copious shower. Orange and lemon groves fre quently suffer great injury from honey dew, since, drying on the leaves, it coats them with a film of clammy sub stance, to which everything brought by the atmosphere adheres, clogging the pores of the plant. The coffee planta tions of Ceylon have in this manner oftentimes been nearly ruined for a sea son’s bearing. Harmless Meteoric Stones. With all the meteoric stones that have fallen, no one, strangely enough, seems ever to have been hurt. Sometimes, as at New Concordia, Ohio, in 1860, a shower of them will be rained down out of a perfectly clear sky without warn ing, except for a sound like that of thunder. The stones in this case weighed between 25 and 75 pounds. In Normandy in 1803 so many stones fell that the Royal society sent M. Biot to make investigations, from which time no astronomer has ever denied the existence of meteoric showers. Up to 1888 there have been between 250 and 300 authenticated falls of these aero lites. Almost the largest of the single stones fell in Nevada in January of 1887, being 31 feet long, 18 feet wide and six feet high, and weighing several tons. Relics of Mound Builders. To men of scientific research in Indiana, parts of Decatur County, lying about twenty miles east of Columbus, Ind., are most interesting. There are in that county a number of mounds, the work of the mound builders. They are of large size and of peculiar shape, and are supposed to mark the burial places of members of that extinct race. The most remarkable mound in the group is located on the farm of Orlando Miller. It has been considerably explored, and a rare collection of historical relics found buried in it. Among other discoveries made during the excavation was the unearthing of several skeletons. The latter are of large size, the lower bones measuring six inches longer than those of an ordinary man of this age. This would indicate that the height of the men of that race was about eight feet. A very large and peculiar shell was also found in the mound. It is valued very highly as a relic. The State Academy of Science has arranged to spend several days in exploring the other mounds of the county during the summer, and some interesting discoveries are ex pected.— Chicago Herald. The Silver Lining. Above my head, beneath my feet The black clouds roll in fury by: I gianc; as far as eye can see, And naught but storm clouds fill my No ray of light, no sunbeam shining— No glimmer of a silver lining. , About my soul and on my heart, The shadows fall in silence grim, The murkey clonds have filled my brain. And left my wearied vision dim. My soul in gri f and woe repining. Can see no ghaming silver lining. Clouds of the past but roll away. To let the present gloom appear; While future years rise dark and stern With threat’ning cloud heads far and near. The hand of fate my lot designing, Obscures the blessed silver lining. Roll on dark clouds with grief oppressed! Thy vaporing mists must pass away. The soul bears but its destined load Of sullen sorrows day by day. Some welcome breeze thy mists entwining Must yet disclose the silver lining. —Lurana W. Sheldon. HUMOROUS. A sign writer—The stenographer. Consumptive’s early stage—A hack. Nature’s serial story—The spinal col umn, continued in our necks. The frontiersman who shot an Indian corpse didn’t know it was Lo-dead. The man who made himself a new tile out of fur was fur-tile in resources. When a man goes out for a “spin” on tne road he should use a “top” bug gy- He—Do you like to ride in the rain? She—Yes, especially if it is a dri ving storm. g To use the language of gushing youth, the very perfection of the beautiful is the smile which now adorns the face of the seaside hotel keeper. Mr. Softleigk (approaching the point) —“The sentiments I hold toward you, my dear Miss Keene, are so tender that I cannot express them 1” Miss Keene— “Then you might send them by mail.” Pupil—“ Teacher, kin me an’ Bill go an’ git a pail o’ water ?” Arkansas Schoolmaster—“There you go again. How many times have I got to tell you that it ain’t good grammar to say me an’ Bill?” Pupil—“What ort I to say?” Teacher— “ Bill and me. Can’t I never learn you nothing.” Habits of the Bearer. Having to pass the newly made lumber camp often, writes a Michigan corre spondent of Forest and Stream, I saw that the beaver had two or three dams, and a house built, all in shape to spend the winter. The man who carried lunch to the men several times saw the beaver at work carrying birch and alder sticks into their winter store houses. He said n tne middle of tiie day. In November, after it froze up, I set two tramps and caught one beaver, another broke the chain to my trap and got away under the ice. Thinking he might have got fast with the trap and drowned, I took two boxes with me one day, and cut a number of holes throught the ice along their road. As the water in their dam was only two or three feet deep I could easily see the bottom, but could not find my trap or beaver. As a last resort I cut a hole in the dam, so os to draw the water off. In about an hour the pond had lowered a foot. The beaver came out of their hiding places and made straight for the hole in their dam. We saw three of them, and as they swam past the holes we had cut in the ice we caught two young ones, two-thirds grown, by the tail and pulled them out. On the ice they were help less. They showed fight but did not make much effort to escape. The other was an old fellow, and we tried to catch him in the same way, and had hold of his tail several times, but he was too strong. Just then a hunter happened along with a gun and shot him for us. We were eight miles from home and had no way to carry the two live beaver, so we foolishly killed them, and I have been sorry many times since, as I think they might have been tamed, or I could have sold them alive for double what I got for their hides, $3 each. The old one weighed thirty pounds, and the hide brought me $6. I caught one two years ago that weighed forty-nine pounds. ^ Catching Abalones and Turtles. The coasting trade with Baja Califor nia from San Francisco, San Pedro and San Diego is much larger than is usually thought. Abalone shells and meat form a large portion of the trade. The abalone is an enormous clamhke shellfish; from the interior of the shells is made more than half of the “mother-of-pearl” used in the world. The shells are chiefly shipped to Paris where they are ground and the article put into a marketable form. The shells bring from $25 to $35 a ton, according to their quality; and as they often grow as large as a wash bowl, it does not require very many to make a ton. The meat is in very great demand among the Chinese, and is ex ported largely to China where it is worth $110 a ton. More than half the whaling done on this coast is done off the shore of the peninsula, and the hunting of turtles is very profitable. The United States fish, commission steamer Albatross returned to San Diego from a trip down the coast. While in the vicinity of Bartholomew bay a big seine was cast as an experi ment. The seine was 400 feet long, and it required thirty-five men to haul it ashore, and when it was landed it was found to contain 167 green turtles, av eraging 125 pounds each.