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VOL. XLIX. CAMDEN, S. C., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1890. - NO. faffj-'
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I t'Soir I Lay Me Down to Sleep."
! In the quiet nursery chambers, -
j Snowy pillows yet impressed,
See the forms of little children
^ Kneeling, white-robbed for their rest.
1A.ll in ouiet nursery chambers, )
While the dusky skadows creep,
Hear the voices of the children?
"Now I lay me down to sleep." '
In the meadow and the mountain
Calmly shine the winter stars,
But across the glistening lowlands
Slant the moonlight's silver bxis
In the silence and the darkness, .
Darkness growing still more deep,
Listen to the little children
Praying God their souls to keep.
"If we die"?so pray the children-And
the mother's head drops loir
(One from out ber fold is sleeping
Deep beneath the winter's snow),
"Take our souls;" and past the casement
Flits a edeam of crrstal lieht.
Like the trailing of His garments
Walking evermore in white.
Little souls that stand expectant,
Listening at the eatcs of life,
Hearing far away the murmur
Of the tumult and the strife;
We, who fight beneath those banners.
Meeting ranks of foemen there,
Find a deeper, broader meaning
In your simple vesper prayer.
When your hand shall grasp the standaid
Which, today, you watch from far;
When your deeds shall shape the conflict
In tins universal war.
Fray to Him, the God of battles,
Whose str ing eye can never slccft
In the warring of temptation,
Firm and true your souls to keep,
When the combat ends, and slowly
Clears the smoke from out the skies;
When, far down the purple distance,
All the noise of battle dies:
When the last night's solemn shadows
Settle down on you and me,
May the love t.:at never failcth
Take our souls eternally.
MY MANICURE.
"The Northumberland," New York,
Oct. 1, 188?- Dear Mr. R. C :
Will you kindly send ono of your assistants
to my rooms Saturday, at 12
si., and oblige,
Yours truly, E S
Such were the contents of a letter,
sent by me one memorable Saturday,
to a well known manicure establishment.
I was in the habit of having
itiv unite fronted nt hnmp fiVP.TV Satlir
clay. Having a large flat, it was not
only convenient, but eminently proper.
Besides, the manicures were only too
pleased to come ,knowing that there
was a double fee to be gotten.
I had had thin manicures and fat
manicures, manicures tender and manicures
tough?blonde, brunette, stupid
and fascinating manicures?but had
always found them to be essentially
vulgar,with an eye to the main chance,
fond of flattery, able to give and take
in a game of chaff, in short, young
women thoroughly able to take care of
themselves, and. unfortunately, showing
it in every line of the faco and in
every curve of the figureSo
when at breakfast my man announced
Miss J , the manicure, I
arose with my paper, crossed over into
the library, dropped into an easy-chair
in the lordly fashion so common to
New York club men, with an absentminded
"Good morning!"
A tall figure in gray arose, greeting
mo in a low tone, and immediately
proceeded to wheel a low chair up to
T 1 1^1 .. UrmA
[iiI lit". i iiem uui jii% Jiauu iiiwuauiv/illy?a
soft hand took it. ] can feel
that touch now! 1 was startled!
Ridiculous! I, an old society and
:lub man, who had made love to every
woman who had ever crossed my path.
I, whose love-making had always been
:>f the eyes and lips, never of the heart,
I feel a thrill? Most certainly astonishing!
My hand must have trembled, for
flic looked up a moment, with a quick,
but penetrating glance.
For an instant only?down went the
head again over her work.
After awhile I regained sufficient
romposure to scrutinize her tnoreclose!y.
All I could see was a white and
rosy cheek, and a mass of sho: t curling
auburn hair?not the dved auburn
which I so heartily detest, but the natural
auburn of a person of sandy complexion.
a\f\* vai'p r?nlni* " tliinrrlif. I T hp.
trail to long for a fuller view of her
face. She should look up.
"Do you do much of such work,
Miss J ?"
"Only on Saturdays," was the dignified
response. No change. Rather
exasperated, 1 assumed my most elegant
manner:
"Can not I have the honor of your
company 6omc evening to dinner?"
knowing the average manicure's weakness.
"That will fetch her!" to myself.
It did, but not in the way exyecied.
"Thanks; I never go out at night!"
"But may I not call on you then?"
persisted I.
"I beg your pardon. I don't rereive,
socially, gentlemen whom I meet
m business."
"I beg yours!" I managed to gasp
jut.
"Whew! What.i cold plunge tlr-t
trac," mentally. Completely routed, I
resigned myself to an awkward silence.
Something I had accomplished, though,
and that was a gliinprc of a large but
handsome mouth, tilled with lovely
white teeth, and a pair of bliu eyes
that I shall not forget to my dying
day.
And what a superb hand! Large
and white, with nails beautifully tiimmed
and polished. "Badge of her
profession," was my cynical comment.
And how deftly they wielded the
spidcrlikc scissors, on which were engraved
the initials "M. J.!1'
But she was finishing now. I began
to feel nervous about paying
money to such a superb creature.
She arose, packed up her instruments
and put on her hat, which the
had laid aside.
I handed her doublo the tmtfll
charge, my hab't always. She took
it calmly, thanked tnc and passed out,
with a bow and smile, I holding the
door open for her, and speechless as a
sixteen-year-old boy.
1 was consoled by the thought,
however, that I should sec her again
the following Saturday. Judge of my
disgust, to find another sent in her
place, who knew nothing of Miss
J? at all.
The following day I called on Mrs.
C . Madame did not even know
Miss J *s address?she was not one
of her rcguinr operators, hut had been
sent to her, her own stall" being previously
engaged. So sorry, etc., etc.
Months rolled on. I had contracted
the bad habit of promenading the
streets, in the hope that Fortune would
be kind to me?that I might meet her
accidentally.
I never did.
"Delighted to ?ec you, Mr. S .
To whom shall I present you? Oh! I
know. My niccc. Awfully clever
girl. Supported her mother and herself
for a long time after her father s
death. An uncle left them a legacy a
month or two ago, sufficient to enable
them to resume their rightful place in
society. Where can she be-? - Don't
see her anywhere. Never miml. I
will later." Thankful for my escape
from this paragon. I left my hostess
to receive her guests, and threaded my
way through the crowd of gay maskers,
at last gaining the shelter of a
friendly door-way leading into a conservatory,
against which 1 leaned with
a sigh of relief. I had come to this
"bal masque" of Mrs. W 's principally
to escape from my own company.
My spirits were not in keeping with
this gay assemblage, and I soon found
my thoughts wandering when
' How do you do?" a soft voice at
my elbow said. "You do not seem to
recognize old friends."
I started. Where had I heard that
voice? There was the self-same tremor
again! Was I in my dotage? Could
not a lady speak to mo without my
losing my balance? Truly, it seemed
not.
"You have rather the advantage of
me, with that mask on," said I, confusedly,
almost falling over a plant
standing near. I clutched the doorframe
to steady myself, breaking a
finger nail in the effort.
Recovering somewhat, I took the
outstretched ungloved hand?striving
all the while to penetrate the disguise.
There was something familiar about
the largo white hand, with the well
polished nails, about the curly auburn
hair, but?that was all.
The tall figure was so draped that
it was an litter impossibility to tell
anything regarding it. The eyes
were hand omc, but the mask prevented
their color from being detected.
"You have broken a nail," examining
it critically. "Allow me to trim it
for you," HI the while retaining my
hand.
"Certain.;, I helplessly stammered.
Then came forth a pair of scissors.
Snip! snip! the rugged edges were
trimmed
Arc those initials engraved on them?
Yes. What arc they? Ve gods! ?\M.
j.'> j; j
"My manicure!"
? * ? 9
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"And Mrs. W 's niece!"
I married my manicure We have
two little manicures, whose nails are
personally treated by their mother.?
[Chatter.
Jllowing the Hern for Lost Children.
Distracted parents who lose their
children in the crowds at public resorts
on holidays would be glad if a curious
Berlin custom were adopted. At the
Berlin Zoological Dai dens any keeper
finding a lost child takes the little one
in charge and blows a trumpet. Hearing
the note tbe mother or father in
search of the missing youngster at
once makes for the spot and the search
is ended?."Chicago Herald.
The Track Walker.
"The railroad track walker occupies
tin important position of trust," said a
conductor to?a Star reporter the other
day, when the train had been stopped
by a signal. "On his care depends
the safety of every train and of every
life which passes over his section of
the road. The broken plate for which
lie signalled us was a very little thing
in itself, but had it been neglected our
train might have been thrown from
the track and several people killed.
"I have been a track walker myself,
and would have been one yet but for
the fact that I had a friend in the
superintendent's office who aided me
in getting my present position. The
railroad man's motto is 'once a track
walker, always a track walker.' lie
goes on duty in the morning, rain or
shine, at five o'clock, or at the same
hour in the evening, if he is on the
night shift, and remains for twelve
hours. lie has a certain section of the
track to cover, and lie is required to
go over it at the rate of about two
miics an hour. lie must look carefully
at every foot of the rails, fish plates
and angle plates and loose bolts.
"An experienced man can tell a looio
rail at a glance, and a few blows of
his hammer soon sets matters right.
His outfit consists of a wrench, a hammer,
a few bolls and spikes, a lantern
if working at night, a flag, and torpedoes.
In case of his discovering a
serious damage to the rails which he
cannot repair without stopping a train
which he knows is due, he places two
torpedoes about five yards apart, and
I mam.a liIInml fnfit -fiiaiti If'lini'O !lf? I
I6UU1U HYV lUlllUICU XVVb XWI1I ff IIUIV MV
will be at work on the rails. This
allows him to work at case, and their
explosion warns the engineer of what
is ahead."
Mrs. Hayes's Goat.
The telling of a joke upon oneself
requires more scT-dcnial than the majority
of persons care to exercise. It
has the advantage, however, of hurting
nobody's feelings, and of allbrding a
field for legitimate exaggeration. The
late Mrs. Lucy Webb Haves was
especiai:y fond of recounting her own
defeats and mishnpsf'as. this anecdote,
which she told one evening at a dinner
at the White House, will show:
It was at our home in Fremont, one
evening in November, when without
any warning inc mermoincier ui-gan
falling and snowflakcs tilled the air.
I was alone in the house with my
youngest children and their colored
nurse, Winnie. The men servants had
gone to their homes before dark.
Suddenly I thought of poor Christopher
Columbus, our long-hnir jd pugnacious
Angora goa', out in the pasture.
It 6ccmcd cruel to leave hi in
there without any shelter, so presently
1 went and asked Winnie to get a lantern
and come with me.
At the barn we found a great box.
into which wc put 6ome straw, amJ
together we rolled and pushed and
carried that box across the road and
into the pasture.
Christopher saw the 1'glit, and came
' toward it. Wc retreated behind the
fence, and tried to coax liiin into the
place of shelter. Imagine our sentiments
when lie mounted to the top ol
the box, and there took up his abode
for the night!
His Well Runs (Job! and Silver.
There is a wonderful well down
j near Del Norte. Il is an artesian well |
with an abundant How of water, suf- I
I
ficient to irrigate a considerab'c
amount of land. That would be
enough for any one but a San Luis
inan. Hut this is mineral water. It
is effervescent, very palatable and extremely
healthful. Nor is this all:
the force of the water brings up from
the depths an occasional lump of native
silver or a gold nugget. The
frugal farmer has placed a sack of
wire netting over the mouth of the
well to catch the metal and prevent it
from choking the cows. Local scientists
claim that at a great depth and
under cnorm jus pressure the water
is washing away a ledge of rock whose
softer parts go into solution and give
the water its mineral qualities, but
whose gold and silver, not being dissolved,
are brought to the surface in a
metallic state.? [Pike's Peak Herald.
To Remove a Cinder From the fiyc.
The traveling public may be interested
in knowing that the proper way
to remove a cinder from the eye is to
vnb the other eve. Rubbing the af
fcctcd eye only inflames ii and very
rarely removes the o(lending cinder*
This statement is vouched for by medical
authority, and one trial will convince
the most sceptical. ? [New York
World.
A Correct Statistician.
'A French statistician claims thai i
(he human race gets shorter every
year."
"lie's dead right. I had $10,000 a
year ago. Now I've only got $5000."
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.
BOnOTHY DIMPLE'S SEWING LESSON.
Dorothy Dimple must learn to sew,
For Dorothy Dimple is six, you know;
Ami a lady of six, with dollies throe,
A first-rate workwoman ought to be;
Or else those children so young and dear
Will have to wear rags, 'tis very clear.
Dorothy Dimple, so gay and sweet,
Possesses a work-bo* all complete;
A silver thimble that fits itr a shoe, *
Needles, and cotton, and scissors too;
A bag full of buttons of every size,
And a nice little packet of hooks and eyes.
Dorothy Dimp'c begins to sew,
Hobbledy-eobbledy, to and fro,
Jt looked so easy, she can't think why
The stitches persist ingoing awry,
Nor why her fingers Ijavc suddenly grown
As awkward as bits o)! stick or stone.
Dorothy Dimple is sure that she
And that tiresome nefedle will never agrcci
Poor little worker, she's losing heart
At sight of those stitches so far apart,
The cotton bus got in another knot!
She js tired o:f sewing, and oh, so hot I
Dorothy Dimple, dear little maid.
Hasn't much patience, I am afraid;
She takes off her thimble, puts it away,
Thinks she hr.s done quite enough for today;
Says that her Jollies in rags must go,
Because their mother can't ham to sew.
Dorothy Dimple if you but try,
Work will come easier by and by;
Itcniember, dear, that a mother of three
A tirst-ratc wark-woman ought to be,
Then try with a will, and soon I know
Dorothy Dimple will learn to sew.
? [Daughters of America.
J
HIE FOX.AT HOME.
The fox burrows into the earth like
the rabbit. The foix's burrow is called
t
by sportsmen its "earth," and at the
end of it is the nursery for the baby
foxes, 6iiub-noscd, playful little creatures,
with (ails not at all resembling
the beautiful brushes of their father
and mother. In some of our larger
woods, on a still, moonlight night,
were you to visit the "earth," you
might 6ec the little foxes gamboling,
rolling over, and, playing with one
another like so many kittens, whilst
their father and mother would be out
watching near the rabbit warren, or
stealing a fowl from Farmer Giles'
hen roost to mul e them a meal.?
[Detroit Free Ere is.
A NEW REMEDY.
If there was anything Jenny hated
to do it was to wash dishes, but all the
same sjic unci it to ao mree wines a
day.
She went to stay awhile with grandma,
and flattered herself she would get
rid of dishwashing there.
But grandma thought that dishwashing
was the very work for little
girls.
"I can't wash the dishes this morning,
grandma," suid Jenny one day as
they cleared ofl'the table, "for mv finger
is sore, and the dishwater makes it
smart."
"No matter if it docs smart a little,"
grandma said; "it will do it
good. Dishwater is very healing."
Half an hour after grandma came
out, expecting to see the dishes- all
done, but, instead, Jenny had dipped
out a little of the water into a tin cup,
and there she sat soaking her fingers
in it!
It was a long time before she heard
the last of her "dishwater cure."?
[Youth's Companion.
li()\V A IJIIAUUX-H.1 rUKAUKSi
Mr. E. Giles of Bombay, India, reports
that lie was standing one hot
morning in the porch of his house,
when his attention was attracted by a
large dragon-llv of a metallic-blue
color, about two a half inches long and
with an extremely neat figure, which
was cruising backward and forward in
the porch in an earnest manner that
seemed to show he had some special
object in view. Suddenly he alighted
at the entrance of a small hole in the
gravel, and began to dig vigorously,
sending the dust in small showers behind
him.
"I watched him," says Mr. Giles,
"with great attention, and, after the
lapse of about half a minute, when the
dragon-fly was head and shoulders
down the hole, a large and very f .t
cricket emerged like a boltcil rabbit,
ami sprang several feet into the air.
Then ensued a brisk contest of bounds
and darts, the cricket springing from
side to 6ide and up and down, and the
the dragon-fly carting at him the moment
lie alighted. It was long odds
on the dragon-lly, for the cricket was
too fat to last, and his springs became
slower and lower, till at last bis enemy
succeeded in pinning liiin by the neck.
The dragon-fly appeared to bite the
cricket, which, after a struggle or
two, turned over on ins back and lay
motionless, either dead, or temporarily
senseless. The dragon-fly then, without
any hesitation, seized him by the
hind legs, dragged him rapidly ti the
hole out of which lie had dug him,
entered himself, and pulled the cricr.et
in after him, and then, emerging,
scratched some sand over the hole and
flew away, rime for the whole transaction,
sa^ three minutes,"
VICTIMS OF VODKA.
Most of the Russian Peasants
are Slaves to Drink.
What an American Correspondent
Saw in Russia.
Undoubtedly the lower strata of the
Il.issinn population arc the drunkencst
people under the sun, Looking back
over our road, as the thought occurs
to me, says Thomas Stevens in a letter
from Russia to the New York World,
r remember no village, save Yolosovo,
in which drunken people were not
very much In evidence. At every
wayside traklir where we stayed over
night the fore part of the night would
be more or less of a pandemonium,
from the shouting and singing of roystcring
moujiks (peasants) tilled with
vodka (an alcoholic beverage made out
of rye. I have seen gangs of grayhaired
old men, see-sawing, flinging
their arms about and making fools of
themselves generally in the sight of
the whole village, yet not attracting to
themselves so much as the curious or
reproachful gaze of a single woman.
On Sunday all the men seemed to
be drinking and carousing and all the
women wore silting in little circles in
front of the hens.s gossiping. The
one sex seemed to be absolutely oblivious
of the proceedings or even t'e
presence of the other. The drunkenness
was sad enough, but the indifference
of the women to it was the saddest
of all.
Sometimes, but not often, were
drunken women. Near one village we
met a crowd of drunken men aud
women, as merry and picturesque a
set of subjects as Bacchus himself
could wish.
Hand in hand they reeled along and
sang; now and then they stopptd to
dance and to express their joy in wild
laughter. They halted and sung for
us a melodious bacchanalian song,well
worth listening to, as we rode past.
The men were in red shirts, black velvet
trousers and top boots. The
women were in all the colors of the
W.* -*? Hi
rainbow, with red well in the ascendancy.
Arriving at the little old dilapidated
inn by the wayside the
incrry-makcrs, one and all, removed
their caps and crossed themselves devoutly,
then proceeding 011 their way
struck up another bacchanalian refrain.
?0011 we I'eacueci 1110 groggcry. n
was a cheap lo,' house, roofed with
tin, and vfith a little porch at the door.
Oil the porch slood au old moujik
with a gallon demijohn of vodka, from
which lie was tilling glasses holding
about a third of a pint. ile seemed
to be treating the crowd. Ono of
these portions costs 15 copecks, or
about eight cents. The best vodka is
made from rye, the worst from potatoes.
A moujik can get howling
drunk for 15 cents.
On Sundays and holy days the vodka
shop is the rallying point of the male
population. Ilis rags may he insufficient
to cover his nakedness, his house
may bo tumbling about bis head, Ins
family may be upon the verge of starvation,
but the improvident moujik
hands out his last kopeck for (he
vodka, then runs in debt. He pledges
his growing crops, his horse, his only
cow, engages Ins labor in advance at a
fearful discount. He becomes insolvent
and is unable to pay his share of
the mir's taxes.
Thus far, my informant said, the
government had been inclined to deal
len'cntly with him. If unable to pay
his direct taxes, it was because he had
drank vodka, and had thereby paid
them several times over. So reasoned
a paternal government that had delivered
him from serfdom, a weakling
to be nursed and borne with pationtiy.
So had it borne with him for twentynine
years, wavering between the duty
of teaching him the lesson of a little
self-reliance by hard experience and a
reluctance to resort to extremes. Heginning
wi'h (lie present year, however,
the moujik who fails to pay his
taxes is to be Hogged. From twenty
to thirty stripes may be administered,
and a line of live kopecks goes with
every siroKc.
Keep OfT of lVliite Sidewalks.
If a man wants to avoid being1 prostrated
by the heat, lie needs to be careful
bow lie walks over a white sidewalk
with the sun on it. In very hot
weather people wear white or very
light clothing because it repels the
l.cal, while dark clothes absorb it. It
is just so with these white pavcmcuts.
They never get so hot as dark ones,
and arc easier on the feet in consequence,
but they rcllect the heat on the
person who walks over them. It is
better to walk in I lie si root than on one
of these white heat reflectors when the
sun is shining on it.?[St. Louis GlobeDemocrat.
Fogs in Newfoundland.
There is one subject upon which I
find St. .Johns people to be touchy?
fogs /s everybody knows, the Arctic
current sweeps through the Atlantic
from the Fole directly past the east
const of Newfoundland, and that it3
chilly waters, meeting those of the
warm Gulf Stream, cause the frequent
fogs which prevail for many miles at
sea off Newfoundland. Some parts of
the coast are never free from these sea
clouds, and many a poor fisherman in
his dor/ lias been separated from his
companions ancl lost in the heavy fogs
which hang over that great submerged
island known as the Grand Iianks, the
home of the cod and the great fishing
grounds of the world.
"Whether or not it's because the fog
' " - - - L ?11... iK.
gicr incweaiuer, mo uuut-r uiu iisum^
?and everybody in St. Johns is interested
in the lislieries?I don't pretend
to know, but .it is certain that
the good citizens of St. Johns will
never admit that it is foggy in the
city. A fellow passenger on the
steamer, Mr. Bowers?a truth-loving
Newfoundlander?assured me that I
would observe as a striking meteorological
phenomenon when 1 reached
St. Johns that a dense fog frequently
hung over the ocean and around the
cliffs at the entrance to the harbor, but
t 7
never?no, never?did the fog reach
the city, "it is most remarkable, sir,"
lie said.
And so it would have been. But,
alas! when I stumbled against my
friend Bowers on Water street in a
fog so tbick you could cut it he assured
me that it was not a genuine 6ea f >g,
but only a slight mist.?[New York
TTaiuM.
The Rose Bath.
The rose buth is a luxury far off, desirable
but unattainable, so says the
practical mind, but not so. The luxury
of the ancients can be obtained by
the nineteenth century maiden at a
cost second to nothing. The bath of
roses can be made as follows: The
warm water, in quantity amounting to
the usual requirement of the bath, is
first softened by stirring into the tub
finely sifted uatmeal, into which also
is added half a pint of glycerine; lastly
put into it two drops of attar of roses.
If the massage treatment be available,
use it by all means; if not, let a coarse
towel and hard rubbing 6erve the purpose
of the massago system. This
bath is simply fine, as it softens the
skin and blends perfume into each
line of the body. After all, to ob
tain it is a simpic miug, iuu, uits two
drops of the attar of roses being the
greatest expense of all.?[St. Louis
Post-Dispatch.
Fought a Dnel With Howitzers.
A strange duel was fought in a
sparsely settled part of Sonora, Mexico,
about fifteen years ago. Captain
Villenueva and a lieutenant of a battery
of light artillery belonging to one
of the posts had some trouble about
who was the best shot with the mountain
howitzer.
They quarreled and agreed to settle
it with the howitzer at 500 yards.
They took neither seconds nor assistant
gunners, but from the top of
emnll InllnnVc ihnv fi I'rt/l AYnlnQIVfl I
shells at one another.
The captain was wounded by a fragment
of a shell, but they lired ten
shots before either was dieaolcd,
though each was covered with dust.
Finally the captain landed a shell
under his adversary's gun and the explosion
so mangled the lieutenant that
he died before they could remove him
to the post.?[Galveston (Texas)
News.
New Zealand Superstitions.
The New Zenlanders imagine that
the souls of the dead go to a place beneath
the earth called Reinga. The
path to this region of the soul is a
precipice close to the seashore at the
North Cape. It is said that the natives
who live in the neighborhood
can, at night, hear the sounds caused
by the passing of spirits through tiio
air. It is a common superstition with
them that the left eye of every chief
becomes a 6lar as soon as 'he chief
(lies.
Shungle, a celebrated New Zealand
king, once ate the eye of a valiant
chief, thinking thereby to increase the
brilliancy of his own "eye-star."
Sometimes apparently, it was thought
that there was a separate immortality
for cacli of the eyes of the dead, the
left ascending to heaven as a star, the
i
right in the form of a spirit, descending
to Rciuga.?[St. Louis Republic
Adamant.
"That's right, Mr. Bronson," said
the lamlly, as the boarder broke his
goblet, "break what you can't cat."
"I'd be pleased to, Sirs. Laybird,'
retorted Bronson, "but with these
Uscuits of yours that would be impossible."?[Epoch.
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The Happy ITan. ? v
By day, no biting cares assaU % t j
My peaceful, calm, contented breast;
By uight, my slumbers never fall
Of welcome rest.
Soon ns tlic Sun, with orient beams,
Gilds the fair chambers of the Day,
Musing, I trace the murmuring streams
That wind their way. ' ' *?;
Around rae Nature fills the scene
With boundless plenty and delight; .
Aud, touched with joy sincere, seren%?* *
I bless the sight. ?,?'
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I bless the kind, creating Power, * .
Exerted thus for frail mankind; ".j t
At whose command descends the showery :
And blows the wind. v
Happy the man who thus at ease, ff
Content with that which Nature igives;
Him guilty terrors never seize; X'
He truly lives.
?rCbambere'JournaL
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HUMOROUS. "
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The bridal path?Up the aisle.
Blow their own horns?Musicians.
Made for each other?the cup and'
saucer. + Something
that always tikes sides? '
Laughter.
*. 3* TTV 4
It is the early edition that catches
the bookworm.
10 *" -v\.
Among the products of the Samoan
Islands are sugar cane and hurricanes.
There are dull limes on the farm - \
when the boy has to turn the griudston
\
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Energy may bring success; but _
there's nothing like success to bring one
energy. . ' A
Jack?Pshaw! money doesn't always
bring happiness. Ethel? Wen, I'm
sure poverty doesn't.
"What a splendid wife Downey
lias! She's got such a sunny disposition,
you know." "Sunny disposition?
Yes, they do say she makes it
hot for him."
"I hardly know how to take yon ait
times, Miss Ophelia," remarked yourig^
Mr. Lummix. "Why d&?.takc me for *v,V
better or for worse?" suggested Miss
Ophelia, shyly.
Mr. Blase?"You have no fortitude, .
Marie; you can endure nothiigfriinlcsa
it is agreeable." ' Mrs. Blase?You. ?T"
judge -me harshly, Adoipho-- ,
not my husband?"
Sweet Girl?If it's just the same,
Mr. Mashucr, you needn't trouble
yourself to call any more. Mashenr
(earnestly)?Oh, thanks; it's no v
trouble at all?1 like to call.
Fair Tourist?Ah, what an ideal life
is that of the peasantry. In close
communion with nature; no sordid
oni'nc tin fliina In nov to thfl PVflOtioilS ~
of society. Practical Mamma?Nor
to the laundry. i
lie?And so yorr answer is final? J
You will not be mine? She?Yes, ab- M
solutcly. But pray don't go and blow
your brains out. lie?It would be an
idle attempt. People say if I had any
brains J never would have proposed to
you' J
The Difference.
There is one point in which city and
country people greatly differ. A city
man never speaks to a passer-by unless
he be an acquaintance, while in
the rural districts one meets so few
people on the roads that it is the custom
to accost every passenger. Most
country people leave the rural habit
home when they visit the city, but
11)IS morning il Clll/.Cii wabawusau uy
a sun-burned granger, who smiled
warmly and extended his hand in a
friendly manner. As the citizen once
lived in the country, lie understood
the old farmer, and returned the
greeting. "B'gosh!" said Kusticus,
"the folks of this here town arc the
friendliest I ever saw. I never was
in town before, and they just treat ine
great."
The citizen seconded the remark and
went his way, while the farmer started
down Vine Street, speaking to
everybody he met and hailing every
driver on the street. . Several electric
cars stopped at his greetings, and ho
rushed out and gave the conductors a
warm hand-shake, replying to tlieir
invitation to get on, "No, thanks, I'd
ruthcrwalk; I ain't goin'fur." People
began to "catch on," and when
last seen the venerable son of the soil
was wending his way along the streets.
and receiving a perrect ovauon.?
Concerning the Wind's Variations.
A series of observations for a luin.
dretl consecutive days lias been made
at the top of the Eiffel Tower on the
velocity of the wind. Speaking generally,
the velocity at that elevation
was three times in the average greater
than nearer the ground. Much of the
diminution of force and speed is no
doubt due to the check given by
bouses and other objects near the surof
the earth. The observations
present many curious details as to the
variations at various times of the day
and night, due to changes of temperaturc.