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A VOICE FROM THB FARM.
.. EDMCVD LYONS.
Yoa tay that my If fe U a round oftci!? 'Th stalwart farmer mM.
"That I scarce can wrent from the oft-till- ed soilMy pittance of daily bread?
Well, what yoa tell me la part U true.I am seldom an Idle man.
Bnt I TaJue tne bladings of rest, aa you.Who hare muU of it, never can.
"And, lurely. I never have worked In vain.From the uprtog to toe eoldeD fM;
Tbe harvest has ever brought waving grain.Knoagh and to pare for .11.
And when In the evening freed from cate,I see at my farm dome lvr
My wlf--i ana little cues waiting there.On. what has the millionaire mart!
"My coil Iren may nt ver have horn dad weal th ;
Tti-t- r Jives may at tiia? be ruuti;But if In their hmi thvy have iove and health.
They will nod Uiee riches enough.The only land they will ever own
Js the laud that tho trcn right armAnd the patent, fuatle-- - heart loue
Can till to a tortile lim.I have nothing heyond ray simple wantAnd a little lor e!udy lavs;
But no grim rx-cw-e my homtteid haunts.hncb ascliver aud mtght raie
Around me are thtt wi'.n rparkllng mirthOr with placid cut dIdipeI hUe
.Atid no wealth cl K-- lord upou ail the earthlias a lot more bteased ttiau mine.
"Oh. ves. I'm laboring all day lot.With the mind aud tbe mu-cle- . too;
But I thank the Lord, who has madd me strong.And given me work to do.
For what, ineeed. la the idle droneBU' a vampire on ilia od.
Beeping fruit that by ota-- rs was nown .And not by his own tight baud!"
'. Upper.
A ROMANCE OF HISTOEV.
It was nutting time. "
A blooming Land of peasant childrenhad gathered from far and near to Lave amerry day amid tbe nut trees andhedges.
I say children but girls of 15 andlads of 18 end 20 were scattered throughthe chattering group.
The nut harvest was a joyful time tothem.
The young are always attractive in acertain way. The undimmed brightnessof the eye the satiny smoothness of thecompletion the happy smiles hovering
. around the rosy lips each has a beautyto itself; but add to the youthful facethe charm of perfectly chiseled featares,and of lustrous brown eyes, looking outupon tbo world with an innocent wonder
" at the changing scenes of loveliness so' constantly unfolding themselves before
them frame it in a mass of shining,wavy gold of nature's own crimpingand poise it upon a form so lithe andlender in its exquisite grace that Praxi-
teles might have chosen it for his modeland you can form an idea of Rika
Bremer, the acknowledged beauty of thewhole surrounding country.
And there was a romantic story abouther going the rounds. . . ,
Ii was said that no leas a personagethan Prince Eric, the son of the greatand good Gustavu9, had been standingone morning by one of the palace win-dows to witness a luetic procession,whioh had been gotten up in honor ofsome important victory, recently won byhis famous father, aud as he stood gaz-ing listlessly out, his eyes brightenedsuddenly, and he turned to an attendantand whispered a few words which causedhim to hasten away. When he returnedhe was not alone Rika was with him.
Prince Eric's beauty-lovin- g eyes hadbeen attracted by her, as she had stoodamid a group of other maidens, lookingat the gayiy-dresse- d columns of hercountrymen tiling by.
She, too, was in holiday attire, and theblack velvet jacket, fitting closely to herslender figure, and adorned with silver-gi- lt
buttons, brought out so vividly theexquisite fairness of her skin, with itsrose-le-af tints of red upon lips andcheeks, that she looked like a being of adifferent sphere as she stood amid hermates.
Confused aed blushing, she nowawaited the Prince's pleasure. She daredsot raise her eyes to his face.
Had Bhe done so she would have beenoverpowered by the earnestness of thegaze with which he regarded her.
From the moment his eyes rested uponRika's face the world held but one peer-less woman to him.
It mattered not that his younger- brother, Duke John, was then in another
kingdom, wooing for him a royal bride,upon whose brow rested a diadem, whosesplendor far exceeded the one which hewas to inherit upon the death of hisfather.
No. In that moment Elizabeth ofEngland was forgotten. The peasantmaid who stood before him had becomethe queeu of his fancy.
"Thy name, little one?" he asked.Rika raised her eyes to the handsome,
earnest face, but dropped them timidlyasfshe met his glance.
"I am Frederika the forester's daugh-- .
ter your majesty.""Nay, not yet crave I for that title,
maiden. Young blood musthave its vent,and I am glad to know that the cares ofgovernment are not soon likely to restupon my shoulders, bioad though theymaybe."
With a smile he glanced at his stal-wart frame, which was acknowledged tobe one of the finest Hpecimens of phyeical comeliness in the country, as was hisface called the handsomest of any prince'sin Europe.
Rika courtesied rospeetfully, but didnot reply.
If the gracious prince chose thus toaddress as an equal one of the humblestof his father's subjects, she knew wellher position.and was to the fall as proudof her unsullied innocence and integrityas the haughtiest miid iu the realm.
Her shy modesty added to her beautyin Eric's eves.
"Where livi-a- t thou, Freilrika?"heasked, Bcltly; "for I would we'll like tosend thy father a commission to fellsome trees which much interfere withthe comfort of the King's hunting par-ties in the forest.''
This he suid, knowing intuitively thatit would startle Rika to give her his truereason and say that he iutended to startout himself iu quest of fairer and morepreoious game which must be ensnaredin tenderer toils than those at the com-mand of tbe keenest Bportsmau at hisfather's court.
After a few words more he suffered. Rika to go. But the sweet memory of
her presence went not with her. It nes-tled deep within his heart.
After tbii interview scarcely a week
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passed that did not find Eric's step3turned in tne direction or cue iorester scottage. !
A glass of milk from Rika's own whitehands was the draught most preferred bythe royal hunter although out of cour-tesy, he would sometimes accept a mugof mead from the sturdy old father.
Matters were in this stage at the timeour story opens. j
The nuts were gatherec. ,;and themerry "groups bad dispersed jto theirvarious homes, with the understandingthat they should meet again; the nextday and go together to the palace anddispose of their treasures. '
The next morbing found them on theirway, dressed in their best, as became soeventful an occasion in their usuallymonotonous lives; for roj-alt-
y had sucha glamor to uninitiated eyes that themere sight of tho walls which shut it inis eagerly coveted.
It was a pretty sight to any; one whomight have been stationed at the win-
dow, to see that blooming procession ofneatly-dresse- d lads and lasses, as theywended their way aloug with many amerry laugh and jest, until at last tneyhalted in the great square before thepalace.
But to the watching eyes of tho princewho had received a hint of the coming
of the nut-gathere- rs there was but oneface worth looking at among the throng.
"Come," he said to the courtiers whowere standing near, "let us go j down tothe square aud make the hearts of yonmerry rustics even merrier to-da- y by ex-
changing some coins for the nuts theyhave with them." '
A prince's suggestion never lacks forlisteners, nor for followers, and soonthe rich toilettes of the court people werescattered about amidst the crowd in thesquare. !
Eric's steps were turned at once towards Rika.
He soon possessed himself of her nuts;and after paying for them lavishly ingolden coin, he took from an innerpocket a locket and chain, which he gaveto her, saying:
"Wear it for my sake. Ther is noone who would look fairer in it. Youought to be a queeu, little Rika, and Iwill yet make you one.
Before Rika had time to realize aughtbut that his words had filled her heartwith a bewildering sense of happiness,be had gone, his gift alone remaining toprove that she had sot been dreaming.
liut sue soon came to ner sooer senses.It was well known that KingOustavus
had been holding negotiations with themaiden queen of England to induce herto bestow her jeweled hand up his elderson, and it had reached Rika's ears.
Such a thing had been known as amaid of low degree being wooed and wonbv aroyfd suitor. Theteje of Grisel'shappiness, and of her woes as well, hadbeen a favorite one among the folk-stori- es
told around the humble hearths ofthe peasantry ; end if fate had ordainedit to happen to her also, Rika would havebeen as glad and proud a maiden as everthe sun had shone on. But she wouldlisten to no words of love from onewhose hand was as good as given to an-other.
Thus she thought as sue walked slowlyhomeward..
So the next day a little barefooted boythe child of a neighboring farmer
was sent to the palace with by Rika withPrince Eric's gift, carefully tied up in apiece of linen cloth, cut from the cornerof a web, which she herself had wovenfrom flax raised from the seed, and pre-pared by her own deft hands. ;
Could the unconscious trinket havetold Eric that Rika's eyes had lingeredlovingly and regretfully upon it end thatshe had pressed it to her red lips againand again, it might have lessened hischagrin in receiving it back again.
As it was, it only kindled anew his de-termination to win Rik for his own, bethe consequences what they might. Itshould not be said of him f that a lowpeasant girl had given him, the CrownPrince of Sweden, such a rebuff.
lie threw u large cloak over his richconrt suit, and, thus disguised, hemounted Olaf, his favcrite hunter, andhastened toward Rika's home.
Hot anger was contending, with hislove for the rustic beauty as he rodealong. !
But when he at last reached the bor-ders of the cleared patch of land in theforest which held the little cottage, haddismounted from his horse and tied himto a sapling, and found himself standingat the door awaiting her answer to hisrup, all was forgotten but the thoughtthat he was soou to gaze upou the beau-tiful face that had haunted his fancysoparsistently since lata had first broughtit before him.
Rika opeued the door aud stood for aninstant in glad surprise, gazing up intoher lover's face in utter forgetfulness ofthe difference in their stations.
"Ah ! little one, thy face for once tellsme all tha I wish to know. Thou lovestme! I see it in those eyes." i
Aud before Il ka had tim e to retreathe caught her to his heart and imprintedpassionate kisses upon her tremblinglips.
Suo drew herself from his encirclingarms and stood panting like a frightenedfawn. '
Then she threw herself at his feet and,clasping her hands entreatingly, shesaid: I
"Oh, most noble prince, let it not beput against thy rwcord that innocenceaud virtue received no respect at thyhands ! Qo, I entreat you 1 j Should myfather return and .find thee here, hewould surely first kill me and then killhimself, in shama and despair ! Oh, go!"
"I mean thee no hrui, Rika. I lovethee; and when one loves he hurts notthe object of that love. To win thee, Iwiil give up my heirship to the crown tomy brother John; and while he wearsthe diadw upon his brow, I wiil con-tent myself with love and happinessw ill) t!i t I
"Not so, noble Erio," said Rika, firm-ly, "if thou wouldst make such a sacri-flceT"- !,
for one, will not be a party to it.After such a marriage entailing, as itwould, so much loss love would provebut a transient guest within our home.Reproaches would drive the fickle godaway."
"Tell me the truth. Rika," interruptedEric, with passionate earnestness; "doyou love me ?" t
"So well that I would rather did than
know that harm would come to one sonoble throuch anv influence of mine.
"And yet you refuse to make me hap--
"I refuse to work your ruin, nobleprince. The present is not all of life.But see the sunlight has already reachedthe middle point of yon dial ! In tenmore minutes mv father will be here. Ifthou would 't shield me from harm, go!
"I will obey now, but I will not promise to give up the hope whicu lured me
Farewell, for a time, most ob-
durate maiden."Then, with along, lingering, regretful
look, the prince turned and departed.Days and weeks passed on.At last came a time whioh was to
plunge the nation into mourning. Thegood and groat Gustavus was strickenwith a mortal illness.
He died, and was laid beside his kinglyprogenitors, and Eric was the reigningsovereign in Sweden.
Tonng. impulsive and his own master,with heart filled with but one image, isit to be wondered at that he saffered noobstacle to delay"his union with themaideu of his love, after the days of hismourning' were fully accomplished, andthat'the pretty nut girl of Sweden be-came its crowned queen ?
House Decoration.
If you have not a book case, make one,or two looks better if you wish to fill upthe recesses each side of the chimney.Any nook, or a corner will do, though acorner is rather harder to fit up. Havea carpenter make you some very smoothhelves, and fit them into place from the
floor only breast high. Do not paint orstain them, but rub them roughly withoil, except the top ane, which should becovered with a bright cloth. Finishthe edge of the shelves with a strip ofscarlet leather-clo- th pinked on eachedge, and fastened on with brass headodnails. Make a pretty curtain to hangacross the front. It may be of dark feltcloth, trimmed across with bright bandsof cloth feather-stitche- d on, or of anycrash worked in outline embroidery, orof any material or color which will har-monize with your carpets or curtains.Hang it with brass rings (whioh you canbuy of any upholsterer) on a pole whiehshould be fastened in front of the topshelf (we forgot to say, in in its properplace, that the top shelf should be nearly2 inches wider than the others). Thepole may be ordered with the rings, oryou can take up a section of pipe (or abroom stick) and gild it with preparedgilding, bought at a paint shop.
To support the pole, have your carpenter saw out a couple of small bracketswith a bole m the center just largeenough to admit the pole.
Faften yonr ctinMn to the rings, putthe rthgs on" the pole and the polethrough the brackets, then screw thelatter into place. Gild the brackets andscrew heads into place. Put plaster bustsor other ornaments on the top shelf, andyou will say you have a pretty and use-ful piece of furniture at a slight expense.We saw a lovely ourtaiu for this pur-pose made of olive covered cloth. Acrossthe bottom was a deep facing of marooncloth, above this were five rows of ordi-nary worsted braid in bright color, andfastened at each edge with high-colore- d
silks in fancy stitches. Above 5 inchesfrom the top of the curtain was anothercluster of the braids. Farmer's Review.
Why Jude Black Uses the Weed.
Not long ago Judge Black met a gen-tleman who pathetically related his en-deavors to break himself of tobacco-chewi- ng,
as it met with the unqualifiedcondemnation of all civilized people."You'll find it a hard case a hard case,my friend," replied the judge, with asolemn wink. "I tried to break myselfof it once didu't I ever tell you? Well,it was when I wis Attorney General, andI said to myself, 'Jeremiah Black, we'vegot to stop this thing.' - So I made upmy mind and one morning I starteddown to my office without a scrap of to-
bacco. I began the day badly and it gotworse and worse by degrees. I neverfelt so much like a savage in my life. Idismissed two clerks, bounced a messen-ger, made a fool of myself three or fourtimes, snapped at everybody and startedhome feeling myself a complete failure,and all creation a mistake. On the way Imet a man whom I respected very much.He was a religious man. I told him myexperience with leaving off tobacco andasked his advice. 'Judge,' ne said, 'myexperience is the same as yours. I triedto leave off too. I quarrelled with sev-eral members of the church I belongedto, got tired of my wife, and if I shouldhave kept it up I should have been amoral monster and I determined to cir-cumvent the old enemy by taking up mycherished vice,' and so" continued theJudge, cheerfally, "I saw tht tobacco-chewi- ng
was conducive to virtue and(cutting a quid) I propose to keep it upuntil I laave it off."
SELECTED MISCKI LAN'V.
Search others for their virtues, andthyself for thy vices. Fuller.
Some men have the key of knowledge,and never enter in. La Bruyere.
Nothing is politically right which ismorally wrong. Daniel O'Connell.
Let us not be ever driving on. Themachinery, physical and mental, will notstand it. F. Jacox.
Be brief; for it is with words as withsunbeams the more they are condensedthe deeper they burn. Southey.
We no longer attribute the untimelydeath of iufauts to the sin of Adam, butto bad nursing and ignorance. Garfield.
The true grandeur of humanity is inmoral elevation, sustained, enlightenedand decorated by the intellect of man.C. Sumner.
We must distinguish between felicityand prosperity ; for prosperity leads oftento ambition, and ambition to disappointment. Landor.
Say nothiDg respecting yourseU.eithergood. bad. or indifferent; nothing good.for that is .vanity; nothing bad, for thatis affectation; nothing indifferent, forthat is silly.
The darkest night that ever fell uponthe earth never hid the light, never putout the stars. It only made the stars morekeenly, kindly glancing, as if in protestaflamst the darkness. George isuoc.
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How to Buy, Meat.
"Now, ladies, I hope you will ask asmany qaestions as you like, because Iwant to make everything clear to you,'said Miss Maria Parloa, as she began herlecture on "Marketing," at the oollegeof pharmacy, in New York. On the longtable on the lecture-platfor-m was a Bidedressed beef weighing 400 pounds. Be-side it, ready to cut it jp to representthe lecture, stood; a most gentlemanlylooking butcher, f
"You must remember," said Miss Pai-Po- a,
"that after the meat is dressed onlyabout one-six- th of it is desirable. Therest of it, thu rich and poor alike, prefernot to buy, batjtlrpoor have to buy itbecause they cannot afford the prioe oftbe chice cuts. But you must bear inmind that the costly and tender cuts arenot tbe most nutritious. The muscularparts that is most used, while it is thetoughest, also gives it the most nourish-ment, only it needs to be cooked differ-ently from the tender parts. When yoaare buying meats, remember that thetenderest parts come from that part ofthe animal where there is least musularaction. The tough parts ' of the meatwhich would be unpalatable if broiledor roasted, may be with profit stewed,braised or made into soup. In fact, thevery tender parts would not be good, forfood for sick persons, because they arenot nutritious enough. Now, I want youladies to say what are the names of theparts I touch."
"The neck," said a timid voice."The ribs," said a matron in a seal-
skin sacque, as the stick moved along."What kind of ribs?""Give it up," said a lady in a fur-line- d
cloak."Now, we will have Mr. KisseJ cut
up," said Miss Parloa, after she hadpointed out the principal cuts, and toldof the various ways of cutting moat inthe different cities. "Fix the back bonein your mind," she continued, "for youwill start from there. You see the sideof beef has been cut in two. The hindquarter end contains, at about the mid-dle of the animal, the porterhouse steaks,the porterhouse roasts and the tenderpieces that everybody wants. As we gofurther back we find the rump, and thesirloin."
The deft butcher, with his knife, sawand cleaver, cut piece after piece as thelecturer pointed them out, showingwhere the kidneys lay embedded in thesuet, showing the brittle, crumbling na-tur- o
of the suet as distinguished fromthe fat, showing where the tenderloinslay, and how to cut them to advantage.Each piece was shown uutil all had theopportunity to--x iU name and placeand its present market price. The delicate, nutritious, roiling pieces were cutand shown oncViie method of prepara-tion was explained. These pieces sometimes are called the skirt. The ladiesare cautioned that brine draws out thejuices of the meat, and that fat cornedbeef is tho best, because tho fat keepsthe juices of the meat from being drawnout by the brine.
"Do you consider the kidnevs nutritious?" inquired a sprightly lady whohad got a front seat to bo sure and seethe carving.
les, kidneys and the flank pieces,and other cheap pieces, whan properlycooked, are good food."
The lecturer showed how much moreeconomical and sensible it would be tohave the meat cut in grades, and not buyas often as is done now poor meatand good meat in one piece. She ad-vised the buying, even at higher prices,pieces with the flank end cut off. Sheadvised her hearers to hunt up butcherswho would cut up to order, and not com-pel them to buy what they did not want,and could not use. Speaking of soup,she said that to keep it clear it shouldnot be boiled, as boning set tbe limes ofthe bonse free.
"But I should think that might be thevery thing needed for children whenthey are making bones," said a bright-eye- d
lady."Well, that may be so. I suppose it
is; but you must not boil the soup muchif you want it clear."
The lecturer was pointing out a pieceof sirloin the tough part of which shesaid ought to be cut off as not fit forroasting, and turning to Mr. Kissel, thegentlemanly butcher, she said:
"You don't usually sell them that?""Oh, yes they do," interposed a young
lady. "You will have to go and'eduoateour butchers, Miss Parloa."
"They charge you twenty-eig- ht centsfor this piece with the flank on. Youmight better pay thirty cents for therest and let them sell the flank for tencents." v
"All its worth!" ejaculated the livelymatron. "I always ask for short steaksand short roasts, and don't buy a lot ofworthless moat."
Miss Parloa kept up a running fire ofchat with her audience, and encouragedthem to ask questions. Several veryyoung ladies, with books and pencils,availed themselves of the opportunity.The lecture is to bo repeated in Brook-lyn.
Time's Mirror.
The approach of age first shows itselfabout the eyes. Lines come, faintly atfirst, then deeper and deeper, until theincipient crow's feet are indicated, devel-oped, revealed. The woman, who, looking in her glass, perceives the lines diverging from the outer corner of hereyes knows that she has reached aji erain her life. She recognizes it ivith asigh, if she is a vain, a lovely or a world- -woman; with a smile, perhaps, if s: ehas children in whom she can live herown youth over again. But it can neverbe a gay smile. None of us, men or women, like to feel youth that preciouspossession slipping away from us. Butwe should never be on the lookout forcrow's feet or gray hairs. Looking forthem is sure to bring them, for thinkingabout them brings them. Tears form apart of the language of tbe eye, whichis eloquent enough when sparingly' usedfor other reasons than that of adding totheir mute eloquence. Tears are a dis-figuring expression' of emotion, andthose who get into the habit of weepingover small vexation do much towardacquiring a careworn, miserable expres-sion and are sure to look old beforetheir time. Excessive weeping has beenknown to not only injure, bat actually
destroy the .sight. Few woman lookpretty or even interesting in .tears,though, it has long been a pleasant fiouon in poetry and romance to supposethat they do. Many women1, some menand moit children make most disfiguringand distorting grimances wbile (crying;and the lady who thinks she - can worKupon a man's feelings by a liberal display of tears should study! a becomingmore of producing them before her looking glass. Grimaces soften no' hearts,and tears, accompanied by the usual distortion, have a hardening effect, if not avisible one. In a prettily Written book.not probablj out of print, purporting tobe the story of the life of one of Milton'swives, the author makes that poet say ofhis wife's eyes after oryinglthat they re-sembled "the sun's clear shining afterrain," a very pretty natural object, in-deed, but during the rain inself the ob-server is not inclined to be so compli-mentary, j
Grimaces of a somewhat similar orderare frequently madd during the action oflaughter. Care should alwiys be takenwith children to prevent their falling intothis habit. It frequently reaches such apitch as to render the laughter positivelyunsightly. The face is distorted and outof drawing, the eyes disappear, and thelips are drawn up, revealing half an inchof pale pink gum. This pecuniarily some-times runs in families, partly from un-conscious imitation. I know one familywhose grimaces during laugliter aremost ludicrously alike. When they areall assembled at the dinnerj-tabl- e and ajoke goes around, there is not a singleeye left in the family. Much, if not allof this could be prevented y due carein childhood. The laugh can be culti- -vated quite as much as the voice. Actresses take lessons in laughing withoccasionally very charming) results. Ido not, however, advise that such teaching should begin in early childhood, lestit should destroy spontaneity and produce an effect of artificiality; but I verystrongly recommend mothers to check adisposition to make grimaces duringtheir children s indulgence liu mirth.The Injury that Dotted Yelld do to Ladles'
Lyes.
A crusade has been made against thecigarette-smokin- g young men, tbe girlwho stops up the pores of the skin withbandoline and cosmetics, the women ormen who wear tight shoes ori coloredstockings, yet the use of dotted veils byladies is entirely overlooke ft. l or sometime past opticians and eye specialistshave been discussing the evils whichare wrought by the dotted y eil,and theyare, with but few exeapti pns, right intheir opinion that their use is very detri- -
mental to the vision.The dangerous "beaut,1ifier." This
kind of veiling is made in number ofstyles, but in a majority of esses theveils are made and worn to beautify thefeatures and complexion the personwho peers through them, and the uanieof "beautifier' has come to be the ac-
cepted term by which this fabric isdesignated. It is manufactured in allgrades and at all prices and so universally is it worn that a reporter countedseventy ladies out of every hundred whowore veils with this fabric on.
When spoken to upon the subject aprominent optician said that the damagethat is done to the eves by the use of thisstyle of veil can hardly be imagined."You would be surprised,'! said he, "ifI should tell you that a lare part of mypractice is owing to the use of theseveils. A laiy with perfectly healthyeyes and strong optical nerves can standthe
.strain of them for a k ng
.period in
m m ni ...11 tiact, zor years, one couia enuure tuemfor a lifetime probably if the style didnot change. To day, however; we havethe closely-dotte- d veil. To-morro- w aveil will be displayed in the store win-
dows with the dots sparsely studdedover the fabric; and that is the way thefashion varies. Seven ladies out ofevery ten are troubled in some way withtheir eyes. Some have vieik nerves ofthe eyelid; others have weak opticalnerves, and all the diseases to which theeye is heir are shown to a greater or lessdegree in those seven ladies.' The causeof this trouble is the beams and shadowsthat are continually flashel into the eyeand the countenance, and spasmodietwitching of the eyeball w ien the persondesires to see some object which is hid-den by the dot in the veil."
"Some veils have dots of differentcolors from the thread of the fabric;does this irritate the nerve to any de-gree?" inquired the reporjter. j
"Yes, indeed; it makes a materialdifference," was the replyL "The colorsare very trying upon the delicate nervesof the eye, and such a viil is far moreprejudicial to the vision than the ordinary dotted veil of one solid color."
"What is your opinion of the zigzigcords in the mourning vil?"
"That is very injurious; indeed, it isfar more injurious than the dotted veil;yet there is one advantage that it has,and that is not attributable to the meritsof the veil. When a ladV is in mourn-ing she usually wears one veil, andthereby becomes acoustomed to its use;but a lady that wears a otted veil for abeautifier usually has a great variety,and she is continually hanging them.The dotted veiling cau b ) purchased aslow as twenty five cents a yard, and aneighth of a yard will be sufficient for aveil, according to the present style, asthey are only worn over the upper portion of the face." j
"I don't suppose you object to theiruse?" queried the reporte r.
"Weil, no," laughingly replied theoptician, "not in a pecuniary point ofview, but in a general sense I do. I seebo many cases of optical iffections whichare handed down to the children of thesepeople that in my opinioh. if the presentruinous fashion prevail i for any lengthof time.it will have a marked effect uponthe risinor generation."
Another eminent eye specialist wasoAnonltp.l and hft ft (Treed with theformer optician in many particulars, yetbe differed with him in respect to themanner in which the eye! was affected bythe veihncr. "The. principal trouble isthe nervousness which is caused by theobstructed vision. A person becomesnervous by looking at thje dots, and thenerves of the eye are so irritated that thevision is seriously affected, j
Tbe physician reiterated some of thefaots that are given above, and in speak
ing of the general abuses which thedifferent members of the body are subjected to in the eager pursuit of attraotiveness which nature has neglected, hesaid: "It has always been a curiousquestion to me why a woman will persist in allowing tho fnll weight of herclothing to fall upon the waist and hips.A woman's skirts will weigh as much astbe whole outfit of a man, and yet theclothing of tbe man is entirely supportedupon the shoulders the place where thestrain can best be borne. A woman, whois naturally tbe weaker, and who shouldutilize all her strength, allows her clothing to rest "upou her waist. This is anevil whioh certain people have attemptedto alleviate, but it seems that the woman19 obstinate and baud to her befit interests." . "
Three Ways of Life.
A certain rich man being reminded bytbe increasing weight of years that hewould never be any younger, and mostone day go tbe way of all flesh, calledabout him his three sons, whom he thusaddressed:
"My children, when I die all I havewill be yours, but in addition to theproperty which I shall divide among youequally, I have a ring in whioh is set adiamond of great value. This I intendfor him who after twelve months shallhave made the greatest advance towardsuccess in life. Here, take each of youone of those pursns containing a hun-dred pieces of silver, go out into theworld, and at the expiration of ihe timeprescribed return, that I may judgewhich among you deserves the prize."
Thereupon the sons received theirfather's blessing, and, taking the pursesof silver went awav. But when a yearand a day were passed they returned andpresented themselves before their father.and it appeared they had chosen widelydinerent means of gaming a commonend.
"My father," said the eldest, "with apart of the hundred pieces of silver thougavest me I bought a certificate settingforth my great skill in healing the sick.I cultivated my beard and put on myglasses that I might appear to be a manof learning. I gave out that I was ableto cure all known diseases. 'I adminis-tered bread pills and sweetened water toall who placed themselves under myoare.and as a result I have gained wealthto the extent of one thousand pieces ofgold."
"Mv son, remarked the parent, wellpleased, "truly, thy cheek in colossal."
"My father, then said the secondyouth, "with thy hundred pieces of silver I purchased votes by which I securedto mvself a government contrao. I en-gaged to transport the mail for one thou-sand pieces of gold per annum,, and byexceeding prudence of management Ihave garnered profits upward of fifteenhundred pieces of gold."
"Verily, th prudenca is monumental." exclaimed the delighted father,"but thy brother hath not yet spoken."
"With one of thy pieces of silver, O,my father," begau the youngest son, "Ibought some tools and became a plumb-er--"
"My son, thou pride of my heart!"cried the enraptured old man, falling onhis neck, while the happy tears courseddown his aged cheeks, "thou neodst sayno more. Thou hast clearly shown thatthou hast discovered the true road tosuccess. It is to thee, without a question, ' the ring belongs." TorontoGlobe.
How Wilkio Collins Works.
"How do you work, Mr. Collins, rap--idlj?"
"Ao, not verv; let me see. I writeabout nine or ten pages of a book a daywhen I work regularly. It usuallytakes me about six months to turn ont abook after I get fairly started upon it. Iwork chiefly at night, and use very largesized sheets of paper on which 1 writevery slowly, und cut a great deal. Herenow, is the manuscript oCsmy best story,'lhe Blaok Roba. You see it is scratchedand worked over until it becomes scarce-ly decipherable. The printer can readit, however, even if you can't, at aglance."
I couldn t read it at a glance, and 1 amnot sure that X could read it at all. Andyet I have read letters written by John
V. I orney, and made ont what HoraceGreeley was trying to write. It was cut,interlined, the interlineations interlinedagain, sentences written on the side andhauled into place by a line around them,and erasures which looked as though thewriter, in trying to scratch out .some-thing, tried also to push it out throughtho paper on the other side. There wereblots everywhere.
"It is a pretty good day's work for meto get through three of these pages iu aday."
Three of his pages would make about1200 words; or, say, two-third- s of thespace of this column.
When I come to the last I get thefever on, and I make tho pages fly. ThenI am in a way, and I write and write tillnature either stops me or I finish. WhenI came near the end of 'Man and Wife' Iwrote away for dear life some twelve orfourteen hours, without farther rest thanthe exereUe I took when I got on thefloor t'o act my situations and representmy characters, and no furthur refresh-ment than a little dry champagne and alew irissoles.
"Do you always act your characters?""Yes, invariably. I have to oonsider
what they would do. and how. before Itry to tell for a certainty how undergiven circumstances they would behave.Finishing a book liko that always ex-hausts me very much. By the way.havethe Americans acquired the habit ofhaving a dog run by their heels? Because, when I was in America they didn'td that, and I noticed, too, they did notcarry sticks like we do. Boston Heraid.
Prohibition item: "Wake me updarling, to-nigh- t and give me a toddy,"said an Austin inebriate to his wife, asthey were about to retire for the night."But how will I know when you wantone?" "You can't make a mistake. I amalways thirsty when I am woke up."Texas Siftings.
We frequently hear the expression,"Bee in a bonnet." Who ever saw abonnet without a B in it? Boston Star.
FACTS AKDfcEWS.
No matter how homely a woman is, alooking-gla-ss possesses no terrors forher,
"You are setting us a bad example,"as the algebra class said when tbe teacherwrote a hard equation on the board.
A witness in a New York court testi-fied that he could drink a keg of lagerand attend to business. He was a police-ma- d,
we believe. Phil. News.Rev. Mr. Cook thinks there is nothing
like a journey round the world to takehe conceit out of a man. But we sup-pob- o
Mr. Cook can't afford to make thir-ty or forty circuits.
The second uay after a young aspirantfor Thespian honors begins his first en-gagement in a two line part he makes ita point to fleak contemptuously of "am-ateurs." -
A New Yorker has been fined $300 forgiving tobacco to a giraffe in CentralPark. That's right; give to boys asmuch as you like, but don't try to poisonour giraffes. Oil City Derrick.
Tbe French authorities have capturedLouise Michel. After seeing her picturein a New York illustrated paper, remarksthe Baltimore American, we trust thatwe may be allowed to hope that they willkeep her.
Muskrats are, somehow, very plentyin the streets of Lvnn, and so many folksare gunning for them that a man whoturns a corner suddenly is quite liable toget his legs filled up with shot iutendedfor a rat.
Standing on ceremouy: "That was afunny story Mr. Dixon told, Aunt Jessie
the one that made you laugh so much,ou know !" "Yea; why didn't youaugh, Ida?" "Oh, I don't know Mr.
Dixon well enough."A father may turn his back on his ,
child, brothers and sisters may beoomeinveterate enemies, husbands may deserttheir wives, wives their husbands, but a
'mother's love endures through all.Washington Irving.
One lady at the Vanderbilt ball represented a pck of cards. Several gentle-- ,men appeared as knaves, and the"l)eucewas present in various forms. Therewere more than four railroad kings inthe pack. Low. Cour.
Why, certainly, Ezra, certainly. Anv- -body can answer a little question likethat. They are called the "end menbecause they are the last persons thewandering joko reaches in its earthly pil-grimage. Bur. Hawkeye.
The examination of cash in the treasury has thus far revealed a deficit of firecents in a bag of silver. It is barly .
possible that in a fit of abstraction one ofthe clerks borrowed half dime to buybeer and forgot to return it on a salaryday. N. Y. Com.
A man has invented a chair that ctnbe adjasted to 800 different positions,and yet a man who suspected that hiswife was going to ask him about wherehe was the night before, couldn't get in-t- o
a position in that chair which seemedcomfortable. Bos. Post.
If biennial means once in two yearsand triennial once in three years, Mr.Boyceof St. Albans, Vt., wants to knowwhy ly doesn't mean once in twoweeks, and tri weekly onoe in threeweeks. And by the same token, whydoesn't centennial mean a hundred timesin a year? Low. Cour.
"Why didn't you return me that poemsent for your examination?" angrily
asked a man presumably possessed with 'the divine afflatus, lhe critic sweetlysmiled as he replied, "I intended to waituntil the two-cen- t postage law went intoeffect and then " But the irate versi-fier had disappeared like a house a-fi- -
Yeonor predicted sometime ago that"April will enter on Sunday with aMarch storm." That April did enter onSunday proved true, aocordingto the al-
manac and the enforcement of the penalcode; but the March storm was left outin the cold. Vennor is hereby notifiedthat if nothing happens. Fourth of Jalythis year will enter on Wednesday .-- N.1. Com.
A writer who makes woman the subject of his thoughts by day and of bisdreams at night, makes public - his conclusion that a good looking womanseldom or never displays her foot In public. The next time, he says, you see alady exhibiting her foot rather gener-ously look into her face, andyou will recognize that nature has notbeen kind to her.
A Sadden Cam; of Conversion.
The Boston Sunday Budget containedthe following:
Mr. Charles R. Train, some time attorney general of this ancient Commonwealth, tells an incident that happenedin his father's ohureh, in FramingLam,
a many years ago. It seems that hisfather, a Baptist minister, had longwanted instrumental musio in hischurch.but had been opposed by savaralprominent members of his congregation,notably by Mr. Ben Haven, a near 'neighbor and friend, who loved tbe oldways and was set against innovations.Bat at last ihe pastor, who was one of the"quiet kind," and apt to oarry his point,got a man in the churoh who broughtalong his bass viol, prepared toaccompany the singing of the congregation. Old Mr. Haven walked into theehuroh, and - took his seat in the frontrow of pews, putting his hat, as wascustomary with those who sat in thehigher seats of the synagogue, upon theconmunion table. Tbe opening prayer '
was over, and tho first hymn (riven oat.'when the strains of the viol soundedthrough tbe ehurch. Amazed, Mr. Ha-ven rose in his place, gave one look upinto the gallery where the musioiaa wasbeadi gto hid work, seized a hat andmarched down the aisle in high dudgeon.Getting outside he tried to put oa thehat, but he found that by mistake he had --
taken one several sizes too small forbim, in fact, a boy's hat. This madehim pause. He stopped, reflected, madeup his mind that he was wrong, and thatthis was a direct sign from heaven toprove it to him. So he walked meekly-bac- k
up the isle, restored the hat to thecommnnion table, took his seat and'never again opposed instrumental musioin the house of God. About the moitsudden case of conversion on reocrd.
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