NO. 36.
A KIm to the Bride.
Sacred, blithesome, uudenied,
With beni?ons from Eut and West,
And salutations North and Booth,
Through me indeed t^-day a million hearts and
hands,
Wafting a million loves, a million'soul-felt
prayers ;
?Tender and true remain the arm that shields
thee!
Fair wind* always fill the ship's sails that sail
thee!
Clear son by day, and bright Btars by night,
beam oa thee!
Dear girl?through me the ancient privilege
too,
For the New World, through mc, the old, old
wedding greeting :
O youth and health! 0 sweet Missouri ro?e!
O bonny bride!
Yield thy red cheeks, thy lips, to-day,
Unto a Nation's loving kiss.
?Walt Whitsiax.
THE LOST BRID.IL GIFT.
" It is very nice to be married and
settled in a house of one's own."
apoke yonng Mrs. Clintou, the
first week Bhe waa eettled in hers. Her
husband, a struggling young lawyer,
whose office was in the heart of the
quiet oouutry village that had been.the
home always of both of them, was away
at the said office, and the young wife
whs alone.
Neither of tliem was over-burdened
with this world's goods. But they had I
resolved to marry and struggle alon? j
togethor, rather than wait apart until
they were old and rich. He would
strive to steadily tnake money ; she to
be economical and saving at home, and
so make both ends meet. It might not
be amiss if soma other young ladies and
gentlemen of the present day tried the
sime.
Tom Clinton took his wife home ;
and here she wis, setting about her
duties with a good heart, and intending
to become the most active little house
wife in the world. Of course she began
by superintending the cookery ; the
young maid seemed good for little but
to mako beds, and stare at her pretty
new mistress.
Such meals ! Such dainty little dishes
put tjpon the table, made up after the
best receipts in the new oookery-book !
Why is it that these said oookexr-books
so little, compared with what
they might T They run after this fash
ion T
)" To oook salmon : Boil it till it's
done. Serve with lobster-sauce and
sliced cucumber."
"Good gracious!" cried poor Mrs.
Clinton, "I wonder how long it must
I be boi'.ed ; and whether it should be
put into hot or cold water I"
Neither maid nor mistress knew. But
i difficulties are soon surmounted when
hearts and hands are willing. Some
y times, though, the young wife caught
herself wishing that she and Tom had
rather more ready money.
Very aotive was she; untiring and
(all of hop* and spirits. All the best of
the furnitnra she dusted herself, and
there was Do fear that thair pretty
ornaments and presents would get
broken. '
One piece of theirrather small atook
of furniture was an old burean, or
rather T>urean and desk oombined,
whioh was filled with small drawd,
pigeon-holes, etc. This had belonged
to Ton. Cii iton'a grandfather, and waa
- -f huniifrd dowu to Tom" as an heirloom.
* Eunioe Clinton had looked through it
every d?y fcinod. she oame home,
Iaud yet found something to admire and
to wonder ov<
liked those
capacious old t'hin^ of oarred oak,
whioh must have been>alnable in their
"i day, if old-fashioned now. Tom had
shown her two secret reoeptacles for
papers, placed beneath the nn>al|Idr*w*
ers; and one day Ennioe fou ad a prise.
Bhe had taken out a remote drawer for
the purpose of listing it, When ahe
noticed a small drawer jat behind it
Of ponrse, she opened this at onoe, and
there?ound, wrapped in a pieoe of old
^ello# paper, a silver watoh. " It was
Terr did and bnttored, the hands ware
broken off, and it had no 61am. She
took it up and ahook it, bntit did not
tiok in.gnawer to the shake, aa, no
doubt, ? well-regulated watoh ought to
do ; it onto rattled, aa though the in
de workswerd all loose and broken,
ried to open it, ami got the outer
without trouble ; out the watoh
W reals ted all her efforts. It aeemad
?r to have had an opening yet.
low waa it Tom had - never flpftnd
i, ahe wondered. Ant ToaJ Clinton
no Renins for exploring 6rd pTade*,
tie had. The probability waa, Tom
never looked thoroughly into it
the pieoe of furniture aakne to
and, .besides, Tone oould never
tbiaw^hoTiprii it stared hint in Ahe
How she wished had bien
ie when aha fonnd^Wta watch 1
?Id beso long Ifewait antil *
' time. How ahe woSld plagne !
sure, it waa no treaaiue 4nc
? read of, oonoaaied in *?
nothing bat an old
? silver, or perhaps
I quitted the watoh and the
a, and want singing abont tha
> for an hour waft, tryin? hard
to fealdaU ; but the day appeared
ly ling. Bhe had no sewing to
ig wives seldom have ; and aha
that tha hoora would paaa
? ootne. Looking from
aapisd a peddler ovxAing
ksML
i eves know a woman who
daal a peddler if the
t At any rata, Mrs.
a* a loaa what to do
HL?
with her time that day, did not send
him away when he oame to the door.
Sarah wanted some new oolored aprons,
and perhaps he had jnst the print that
would suit. Peddlers in oountry dis
tricts are no uncommon visitors, and
are Dot altogether unknown in superior
houses.
The peddler was allowed to enter the
small, neat dining room ; and soon
every chair and table it contained was
covered with articles from the pack.
The more Mrs. Clinton told the man she
did not want to see all these things, the
more of tbem he kept spreading oat.
Our young housekeeper was sorely
tried. She had very little money in the
house, and well she knew Tom a purse
was low just now. She took two aprons
for Sarah, and a neat handkerchief that
was cheap ; and no more. The polite
peddler talked.and flattered all in vain ;
Eunice was firm, she must not think of
those pink ribbons, that fine, reat
chintz. Oh, how she wished for plenty
of money ! She could not bear to seo
him folding up all those pretty things,
" and so cheap too." As the peddler,
with much remonstranoe, finally put up
the last of his goods, he took out a
small tin case, and, opening it, showed
a set of very handsome silver tea
spoons.
The very things Bhe had secretly
longed for ! The truth was, all their
little stores of plate was but Birming
ham plate, and she had so wished for
just a few teaspoons iu silver.
The peddler saw at once that the
spoons had caught her eye, and he
handed them to her, saying?" Now,
madam, here is the last set of spoons I
have, and you shall have them at a bar
gain. Feel their weight?the best of
pure silver ; and there's a placs, you
see, for the engraving of your name.
Do you fear they are not real ? Look
at the mark."
Mrs. Clinton did not fear that ; she
knew silver when she saw it.
" Yes, they are very, very tempting ;
but I have not the money," said poor
Bunice, looking longingly at the much
coveted spoons.
'?What of that?" cried the peddler,
" you can borrow of some one, surely.
Or I will take ai^^ld silver, or gold,
or clothing you mly have to spare.
Eunioe caught at the words old tilver,
and thought of the watch she had dis
covered only an hour before. She
went to the drawer, and holding it out
to him, said?" What will you allow me
forthia?"
The {toddler took the watoh in his
hand, and went to the door, as if to ex
amine it better by the light. While
Eunioe, trembling, she knew not why,
gazed at the ooveted spoons.
" I cannot give you more than twenty
shillings for this," he said, " and it is
not worth that."
Eunice felt her heart sink ; she had
but twelve shillings in the honss, and
she mu*t have the spoons. Tom knew
nothing of the watoh ; and, of course,
he would not care what was done with
that old battered thing. But the watch
and her twelve shillings would not bay
the spoons.
"Have you no old clothes?" asked
the man.
jno, she bad no old clothes, she was
about to say ; when all at onoe she re
membered a pair of heavy winter panta
loons of Tom's, she had seen banging
up. It wonld be a long time before
mnter yet : perhaps Tom might nevir
think of them again ; sho wonld get
them ; if the peddler wonld only take
them, the spoons wore hers I
While she went np stairs, the peddler
took another look at the old watch,
opened the inner case, and started to
his feet; bnt instantly sat down again
when he heard Mrs. Clinton descend
ing. He seemed in such haste to olose
the bargain now that he soaroely looked
at the winter pantaloons. Flinging
them over his arm, he plaoed the caso
of spoons within the eager, trembling
hands of his young easterner, took np
his paek and departed.
Mrs. Clinton fairly kissed the spoons.
Now she could invite frie. ds to tea, and
not feel ashamed when they surrepti
tiously glanoed at the mark on her sil
ver.
Dinner-time came ; the table was
laid, and aha stood at the window, look
ing for Tom. For the .first time the
thought came to her mind " Had she
done right?" Could she tell Tom? He
might not like it abont the watch. And
wonld he make a fuss at her dealing
with a peddler ? In the old days she
remembered her papa had made a fine
to-da when his wife had*bought a shawl
?f one.
Perhaps she had better not show the
spoons to Tott just yet. How strange
it WOnld be to keep anything back from
Klmt. "Why, what shonld she talk
about ? She oonld not plague him
abont her being the Aral to find any
treasure in the old burean. But there
ho waa, coming! They net with the
?nol #?braoe; and Mr. Clinton did
jaoi obOfeft# ony change in hia wife nn
tikdinnar waa over, and ?he oame in to
sit byt him : ho fancied than that aha
ArysllenCi
Xnnioe was thttJHng of the spoons.
Bomohow aha dnt; not take so mnoh
in thorn sf at first Bhe had
little oaaa an the shall in the
9*4 if Tom shonld go
for a glaaa. He had often done
Bho left her eaaft* pnt water and
oa the table, and sat down
waftet fort" aakad Mr.
yon might want
my llttlo iriia bean
doi n g al 1 the mofn i ng V*
abont. and!
? ?A?,
If"""*
nearer to him. " Have you been over
hauling the old desk again, finding old
deeds and all sorts of treasures ?*'
44 I fear there will never come any
treasures to me," said Eunice, almost
sobbing.
41 Why, what's the matter ?" cried
Tom. "Are you tired, my darling ?"
Eunioe muttered something about
" loneliness." Any excuse to save tell
ing of the peddler and the watch.
44 You are tired and nervous, Eunioe.
Shall we sead for one of veur sisters to
stay hero a week or two ? '
Eunice fairly burst into tears. She
was finding the secret a heavy one, and
yet she dared not oonfess. What would
her husband think of ber folly? Those
horrid spoons I She wished she had
never seen them. And then, to account
for her low spirits, she said she had a
headache. '
They fell into easy conversation.
Something led the topic to Tom's
family ; and he told her, for the first
time,* a long story of his grandfather,
his mother's father, who had once been
considered very rich indeed. He was a
great traveler, and was seldom at home
after the death of his wife, who had
left him two children, a son and
a daughter, in the fifth year after their
marriage.
44 The children were l?ft wi*h an old
housekeeper, in a beautiful cottage,
surrounded by well cultivated fields,
old trees, and an extensive garden,"
said Tom, recalling reminisoenoes as lie
went on. 4i The garden was the care
of the housekeeper's husband, an old
Scotchman, who took muoh delight in
it, and was so fond of symmetry that
it was of him the story is told which
has since become almost a proverb
??
"What story?" interrupted Eunioe,
growing interested in the tale.
"I'll tell vou," said Tom. 44 This old
Scotohman had a son about the age of
his raster's son. One day, while the
master was home, the young 8cot was
I impudent, or committed some mis
demeanor, when the master seized him
by the collar and locked him in the
lodge at the gate. (Doming out some
hours after, my grandfather was sur
prised to hear his own son orying out
from the lodge on the other side of the
gate. He was also looked in,
" What does this mean ?" he exclaim
ed, hastily releasing his son and heir,
and turning to the gardener for an ex
^^M3jmmetry. symmetry,' said the
stolid sJpotciiman, 1 theie ia nothing
like symmetry 1* And the answer was
so unex'.>eoted that the offense was for
given.
Eunice laughed.
" But tha gardener's boy was a wild
youth, and soon led his master's son
into all sorts of scrapes," resumed
Tom. 44 The master was absent so
muoh of the time, he forgot that his
own son was growing up and needed a
guardian's care. At the age of fifteen,
both boys left suddenly in the night,
after oommitting some folly in the
neighboring town, and although searoh
was made, they could mot be traoed.
The honest gardener did not adu^izc ine
4 symmetry of the thing so muoh this
time. He grieved over the loss of his
bs$, gave up work, and died just be
fore the return of his master. My
Eindfather never got over this blow to
pride ; he sent his daughter, my
dear mother, off to boarding-sohool,
and shut himself up in the once pleas
ant home, allowing no one to speak to
him but his faithful old friend the
housekeeper. His son and the other
boy were never heard from. It was
thought that they were both lost at
sea."
44 What s sad history I" cried Mrs.
Clinton. >
14 The old man, after secluding him
self for some years, again started on his
travels. This time it was said he went
to Brazil. He did not return until my
mother was in her twenty-second year.
When he did oome, he was looking old
and careworn, and apparently poor. He
never made much of his daughter, but
settled his affairs, giving the house,
fufniture, and grounds to his only
otdld, telling her he had a small bridal
gift ready for her, provided she should
marry to please him. What the gift was
ahe oould not learn. He had often
spent hours at the old desk?that
bureau, my dear, that you are so fond
of exploring?and he often gave orders
that it should be the first care of any of
the household in case of fire, or other
aooident. Poor old man 1 he was found
one uxorningjtf tting by his favorite desk
stiff and stan ; ho had evidently died
in the night, alone and unhsnraP Of
course, my mother was stunned, but
she oould not bo expected to mown
very deeply the loss of suoh ft parent.
Ho 1 '
" And what of the small bridal gift,
Tom ?"
' * Nothing. There was not one. The
old desk was searehed, but nothing of
value found. Boms old letters, papers,
and such like, were there in plenty ; j
but the promised bridal gift was no
where to be seen f there or elsewhere."
*' My mother married soon after
wards," oon tinned Mr. Olinton, after a
pause, " and I was born in the old
notne. But alas 1 thst dear old plaoe
Is mine no longer. After my father's
death it became necessary to sell it for
our support, and when I was only
fifteen my r*>or mother died, leaving
me nothing out her lov? and Kind pre
cepts and the little that remained -of
her household furniture, the old
bureaudeek among it."
" It is^-handaome still, Tom, though
f'Vsrr handsome. And now, my
J dear, I must Isavs you," he added,
I " for 1 have asms work to do at At
I office yet. As to the old bureau, wo
it; for, do you know,
there most be some
ough whence I derived
ean t tell. Of oourse,
t. Eunioe !"
Jhing himself. Mrs.
sigh of relief, took oat
and tried hard to take
t in thrm as she had
ing. What good oould
if Tom was not to see
she should invite oom
would not dare use the
Id watch was certainly
no treasure^ bat she heartily wished for
it back again.. If she could only take
it to Tom and'-iell him she had found it
in the old desk! "He certainly had
never discovered the watch, or he would
have mentioned it to her. But a
strange repentance clung to her for
what she had done, and for so trifling a
matter she really oould not tell why it
should.
Mr. Clinton sat back in her chair,
and cried haxder than she had ever
cried before. To think of keeping a
secret from Tom?that was what she
could not bear; and yet, to tell him of
the bargain?that aKe had dealt with a
peddler?had even chaffered off his
winter pantaloons !?how Tom would
laugh at her, tell her father and sisters,
and?and?well, she would never hear
the last of it.
Tom came in to tea, full of news, and
quite excited about a man who had
been taken suddenly ill at the village
inn. " I cannot walk out with you as
I promised, Eunice," said the young
lawyer, " for I have to be at the inn by
nine o'clock, to make the old fellow's
will. Fancy a peddler making a will I"
"A peddler making a will," repeated
Eunice, her thoughts running upon her
peddler, and feeling somewhat be
wildered.
" It's what the landlord said when he
came to me at the office. And now I
must go. Good-by, dear."
Mrs. Clinton sat on, in the dusk of
the aummer'i evening. By and by a
gentleman, whom she slightly knew,
came to the house, asked to seener, and
addressed her without oeremony.
" Mrs. Clinton your husband has re
quested me to call here and ask you to
accompany me to the inn. He is en
gaged ^t here and could not oome for you
| Eunioe waf> rtnyziaed, bat did not
hesitate. *"
swinging sign of the Brown Bear was
in sight, when it suddenly oocure^ to
the young wife that aU this was Win
ona.
Why had Tom sent for her ? It was
one of Tom's trioks 1 Some of their
fr\pnds had oome, and were stopping at
the Brown Bear! Yes ; that must be it
But she found no friends. Bhe was
shown into the parlor, and waited there
alone.
Presently Tom oame ia, looking flur
ried.
"Eunice," said he, sternly, " was
there a peddler at our houae to-day ?"
" Ye-es," answered the trembling
wife.
" And did vou deal with him ? What
did you give him ?"
Oh, Tom ! I have so wanted to tell
you !" sobbed Eunioe?" but, not here
?not now 1"
"Yes, here and now," returned her
husband ; " } _?u do not know how mueh
depends on your words."
" Oh, oh !?please Tom, don't look at
me ! I only feared you would laugh at
me and teaso me?and?perhaps not
like it. I?I will never do so again."'
Just tell what you did do," com
manded Mr. Clinton.
Eanice, wishing she oould sink
through the floor, but trying to be
brave, now it had oome to this, made p
olean breast of it?the old watoh, panta
loons, and all.
Tom stood aghast; then, taking Eu
nioe by the hand, he led her upstairs,
to the bedside of the sick man. It was
the peddler of the morning; but alaa
how changed I A few oases of *sad epi?
Hernia, had oocurred ?n the village dur
ing the past week; aod the peddler was
strioken with it, after eatirig a very
hearty dinner.
The physician who was called in told
him he had no ohanoe for life, and the
poor man sent at onoe for Mr. Clinton ;
asking for him as " the husband of the
lady who lived in the white house at
tha earner." For after hia bargain, ha
ha deformed himself who the Qtfntona
Tom reoeived tha message ; and, like
all young lawyers, on the look-oat for
he respended to it with enger
before the time appointed,
~ bed of the nek man.
ise to hear, between
an unin
panta
1 ffUJir
DOW
ing *
p^cldl
for, a
her |
uWlerstand;
Idler I BWthe
iftfedr sent
the
between the bad and
a moment, then plaeed ft in
hand.
me I am dying: am
give me, for Ioheel
ing, and tha Laid'
npon me?my sins here
Here in the watoh; take J
<4 in it I I do d<4 km
worth, bnt the rpo(mm monld i
for it. Keep th*m, and pray
?y former And toe p<
Hi ???
and ont into the at* eel, hurrying her
along without speaking, until they
reached their own gate. " Go in, now,
darling," he said, 44 and I will go for
[ old Dr. Ray ; I hare more faith in him;
be may be able to help the man yet."
So saying, he hurried away, leaving his
wife standing at the gate, olutohing the
old silver watch ia her band.
She went slowly into the house, light
ed the lamp, and onoe more tried to ex
amine the watch.
44 "What can there be about this old
thing to cause so much grief and re
morse to that poor man. I wonder ?"
she cried, in her bewildered confusion.
441 cannot get the dying man out of my
thoughts." Bat the watch would not
open. It oould not be that. Then the
thought struck her that there might
have been something valuable in the
pockets of those pantaloons. She had
not looked before she gave them?and
they were still at the Brown Bear. Get
ting out the case of spoons, she placed
them, with the watch, on the table, and
waited for Tom.
She had not long to wait ; he camo
in, wiping the perspiration from his
white forehead, for the evening was
warm and he had walked fast. He had
left the old doctor with the siok man,
and hnrried back to his wife, for he
longed to have the events of the day
and night thoroughly explained. After
kissing Eunioe who clung to him like
a frightened child, he took up the old
battered watch, and said, 44 Now, dear,
show me where in the desk you found
this."
Eunice went to the desk, took out
the drawer, then the one at the back of
it, in which remained the old paper
wrapper.
Mr, Clinton seized upon this at once,
examined it carefullv, and then looked
up with a suppressed, eager smile.
44 Eunioe, the long-lost bridal gift is
found at last I"
And sure enough, the little yellow
paper told it all. A very valuable dia
mond was oonoealed in the interior of
the battered watch : a diamond that was
almost priceless. The son's young wife
had found what the poor mothe?had so
?long searched for?the splendid bridal
gift that the old man had died without
bestowing.
44 No more struggles, Eunioe," said
Mr. Clinton, with heartfelt satisfaction;
" no more need for my little wife to
ro?ct her face over the kitchen fire, or
sixpenoet.
And Eunioe burst into a storm of
happy tears, and cried on his arm.
And in time, while Tom wedl plod
ding on, makmg himself into a renown
ed lawyer, litte ohildien played in the
pretty garden, and climbed ^>n papa's
knee, and begged to hear again and
again the pretty story of the lost dia
mond.
Nor must I fail to tell of the recovery
of the poor frightened peddler. Dr.
Kav haa him up and about in no time,
and his first walk was to the 44 white i
house " in the corner, again begging ]
Mrs. Clinton to aooept the spoons as a
small gift, and as having been the
means of making an honest man of
him.
There was no oheat in those spoons.
They were real silver ; and they are
still in the family, with the name
" Eunioe " engraved eif eaoh, and they
are called 44 the diamend spoens." The
peddler owned that he suspeotei. some
thing when he shook the old watoh and
heard a peculiar rattle, and when he
caught a glimpse of the sparkling jewel,
it dazzled his eyes, and he never waited
to look at the pantaloons which were
brought out by the young thoughtless
wife to complete the sum required, al
though he found on looking at them
that they alone were well ?worth the
prioe of the spooiyi.
" You nee*- Bunioe, how you were
robbing me," her htanband would say,
with grave lips and laughing eyes.
*' What would ydur poor husband have
done w&en winter came, and the chilly
Winds did blow, without any thick trou
sers to put on
Black Lace Sacqaen.
Laoe RRoqnes, to be worn as midsnm
mer wraps, says a New York fanhion
journal, ere slightly shaped to the flg
are by a aeam down the middle of the
back, end tlier in variably have flooring
sleeves. Thin desoriptiou applied ea
to $70; wtry ieairable ones eost $36;
thoee most in demand eoet from $85 to
$40. Sacqne*' of grak Um are Um oa
prioe of the mfiay this fancy will
probably be ttanftsiffct ? henoe it ji bet
ter to btfr Uanu^es it hae aow beoome
a stapl# laoe, thAkgh objeoted to at first
by many festidudbT people. Jfak laoe
saoqaee cost frof*$56 to $KX\ and those
of guipure, wbich feany prefer to all
othersT *?age f** $50 U $80. Made,
up saoqnes oi fldptus Insertion, strip
ed alternately with v?IVii or watered
ribbon, ooet from $?ft to $100. Real
thread laee saeqn?a form but a smell
>art of the laee stoek- as ladies who in
m, their price in a laee wfap prefer to
|a thread point, whieh Is always in
Lion, and will serve for an over-akirt
H as a mantle: $100 buys a tery
P thread laee aaoqne.
[Beaded laee saoqnes are considered
? moat stylish noveltle* for the eom
I summer, They are made of yak or
^B^rOn wIVb
I edge is ent in deep sJ
ished with two rages
With sleeves thej^H
ileereless yak saeqvea
these are wronghtin a
hate nsnally the long
front with snort bf^r
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Items of Interest.
Earthen bee-hives are a novelty suo
oessfully introduced in California.
The poorest education that teaches
self-oontrol is better than the best that
neglects it.
Virtue offers the only path which, i*
this life, leads to tranquility?tr
peace of mind.
What requires more philosophy than
taking things as they oome ? Parting
with them as they go.
The Nashville Bannir asks, " Why
d^n't the Mayor of Little Bock put
Brooks and Baxter in the workhouse ?"
Spriggles says that his appetite for
coffee is always appeased by one cupful
of that beverago as it iB served up at
his lodgings.
The proposition to introduce ladies
as railroad conductors is frowned upon
in view of the fact that their trains are
always behind.
A wag said : "I loved my wife at
first. For the first two months I felt as
if I could eat "her up ; ever since I havo
been sorry I didn't."
A certain writer asserts that he di
rects all his shots at error. It is all ho
has to shqpt at, for ho never gets within
gunshot of the truth.
Many millions of caterpillars, accord
ing to the Salt Lako Xeu s, are hatching
on the trees in Utah, and threaten to
destroy the fruit crop.
"We see," said Swift, in one of hia
most sarcastic moods, ?' what God Al
mighty thinks of riches by the people
to whom he gives them."
It is not generally known that Sorth
Carolina exempts all newly-established
manufacturers from State taxation for
ten years after they begin business.
A beautiful thougkt?that two little
street Arabs will sit dow md suck mo
lasses off 'their fingers with more real
joy than kings or princes over feel.
A young lady who had lost, or miss
laid, her oeau, was advised to " hang
up her fiddle." She said the advioe
did great violenoe to her heart-strings.
1/ffe is an auction where we hear little
else than " going, going, gone I" He
does not always get the best bargain
who makes that " last bid "?farewell !
A red-nosed gentleman asked a wit
whether he believed in spirits. " Ay,
air," replied fee, looking him full in the
jface, "i Me too mueh etfdenoe before
Tne to doubt it."
In the paper published by the in
mates of the Hartford Insane Asylum
mention was made of a lady's fan so
large that she could not wave it, but
was forced to wave her head.
" Good manners," says Swift, " is
the art of making those people easy
with whom we oonverse; whoever
makes the fewest persons uneasy is the
best bred man in the company."
A rooster at . Windsor, Vt., attacked
a boy four years old, and knooking him
down, gave him five wounds in the head
with his spurs. The old oock didn't
live long to crow over his exploit, how
ever.
Soyer, the cook of tho London Be
form Club, asserts that a person living
to the age of fifty years, and conform
ing to the ordinary diet of well-to-do
English people, oonsumes ro less than
36,600 eggs.
When the Mississippi overflow sub
sides all the river oounties will have to
remodel their maps, for the old Father
of Waters has been making a new cut
off here and there, regardless of the
deeds and oounty clerk's records gen
erally.
The Fort Dodge Times tellu'of an
eminent divine who is trying his in
genuity to invent a hell of sufficient in
tensity for druggists. He considers
the ordinary hell hot enough for saloon
keepers ; but he despairs of doing jus
tice to the druggists.
8. T. Fields says, in one of his lec
tures, that the extravagant indolent
man, wlflf, having overspent his in
come, is sumptuously living on tho
prinoipal, is like Heine's monkey, who
was found one day hilariously seated
by tiie fire and cooking his own tail in
a oopper kittle for dinner.
? A sentimental young man, in speak
ing to his father's coachman of a neigh
boring family, rernarkod that "they
were happy until sorrow suddenly oarae
and left her traces there." The coach
man looked pusiled, but finally 're
sponded, " Indeed, sir, an' what did she
do with the rest of the harness ?"
Ia the oourse of experiments with
manufactured ioe in Philadelphia the
other day, a curious and beautiful re
null was produced by enclosing a bou
quet of fresh flowers in the centre of a
block of the transluoent material.
Every leaf 4nd blossom was perfectly
visible, while the brilliancy of the col
ors was etihanoed by the refraction
through the ioe.
j^lady mentioned by an exchange is
mother of a .large family of children,
and they aregfil rather diminutive. A
tow days after the birth of the young
est, not long since, a little niece of the
lady called to see tnebaby. After look
ing at the tiny specimen for a few min
utes the little girl said, " Annt Maria,
don't you thiiric it would be better to
have leas of 'em and have 'em bigger ?"
Mr. Beecher recently anoooxwd
from hie ptiipit that he wished to Hiec
|600 tor a benevolent purpose. " No*|"
said he, 41 there are about 8,000 pemo*s
present, and if all pay a half dollar ihat
Will be too much. * We have some dol
lar men, some half-dollar men, some
Pilar men, some shilling men.
enny meat, some three-oent
here are aome so mean they
re a penny."