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V " ' Summer-Tic Going. BY GEORGE ARNOLD. Summer is fading ; the broad leaves that grew So freshly green when June wasyoung are fall- in ' And aIl’the whisper-haunted forest through, The restless birds in saddened tones are call ing From r’ustling hazel copse and tangled dell, “ Farewell, sweet summer, Fragrant, fruity summer, Sweet farewell 1" Upon the windy hill, in many a field, The honeybees hum slow above the clover, Gleuning the latest sw: ets its bloom can send, And, knowing that their harvest time is near, Sing half a lullaby and half a knell, “ Farewell, sweet summer, Honeydaden summer, bweet farewell l” The little brook that bubbles 'mid the ferns“ O’er twisted roots and shady shallows playing, Seems fain to linger in its eddied turns, ' And with a plaintive, purring voice is saying, Sadder and sweeter than my song can tell, ” Farewell, sweet summer, Warm and dreamy summer, Sweet farewell l" The fitful breeze sweeps down the winding lane, With gold and crimson leaves before it flylng ; Its gusty laughter-has no sign of pain, But in the hills it sinks in gentle sighing, And mourns the summer‘s early broken spell, “ Farewell, sweet summer, Rosy, blooming summer, Sweet farewell 1" So bird and bee and brook and breeze make moan, _ . With melancholy song their loss complaining ; I, too, must join them, as I walk alone Arnong the sights and sounds of summer'swan- mg ; I, too, have loved the season passing well- So. " farewell summer, Fair but faded summer, Sweet farewell !" The Long Ago or the River of Time. Oh, a wonderful stream is the River Time, As it runs through the realm of'tears, With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme, And a broader sweep and a surge sublime, As it blends with the ocean of years. How the winters are drifting like flakes of snow, And the summers like buds between ; And the year in the sheafâ€"so they come and go On the river‘s breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glides in the shadow and sheen. There’s a magical isle up the River Time Where the soft airs are playing : There’s a cloudless sky and a tropical clime, And a song as sweet as a vesper chime, And the times with the roses are staying. And the name of this isle is the Long Ago; And we bury our treasures there; There are brows of beau y and bosoms of snow ; There are heaps of dust, but we loved them so; There are trinkets and tresses of hair. There are fragments of song that nobody sings, And a part of an infant’s prayer; . There’s a lute unswept and a harp Without strings, There are vows and pieces of ringsâ€" And the garments that she used to wear. There are hands that are waved when the fairy shore By the mirage is lifted in air; And we sometimes hear through the turbulent 108.? Sweet veiccs we heard in the days gone before. When the wind down the river is fair. 0h, remembered for age be the blessed isle, All the day of our life till night; ' When the evening comes with its beautiful smile And our eyes are closing to slumber awhile, May that “Greenwoou ’ of soul be in sight! â€"~By ij. F. Taylor, formerly editor Chicago Journal, ._...___. Cloud Land. Somewhere, the legends says, there lies a land Older than silent Egypt, whose din‘ coast No human foot had trou, no eye has scanned; Where never mariner was tempest-tossed, Nor pilgrim fared along the lonely strand. And where in brimming cisterns hyaline, Flashes the fountain of eternal youth, Whereof who dri. ks shall know not any sign 0f fading checks or palsy-parched mouth, 0r age‘s long slow languor and decline. Some say beyond the sunset‘s latest ray, Far down the ocean's azure brink it lies; And oft-times I have seen at close of day Strange semblances reflected in the skies, ‘ In cloudy pageant soon dissolved away. Domes, temples, palaces and misty gleams Ol‘ shapes were far behind thin, purple veils, Vistas of hills and plains and winding streams, Dusk forest solitudes and pastoral dales; Sweet haunts of quietness and pleasant dreams Surely the old belief was not in vain! There must be ultimate, divine repose, And love that dieth not and end of pain ; But none have found beyond the twilight's c ose, ‘ The hidden highway to that dim domain. Yet the relentless turmoil and unrest, The inborn feverous craving and the strife, The winged spirit, prisoned and oppressed, Urge us still forward toward the ideal life, Onward forever in untiring quest. --Lippt'ncott‘s M (marine. “ A Kiss First,” ” What keeps Bessie so long at the well 5’” Mother wonders, but cannot tell. Out by lhe well-curb Bessie stands; The pitcher grasped by her chubby hand Is empty still, while many a trace or anger vexes the childish face. “IfI were a. boy, I wouldn't tease. Leave me alone now, Bobby, please.” Upon the well»curb Bobby sits, . A roguish smile o’er his brown face flits. “ I ain’t your kind of a boy. you see; Give me the kiss and I'll let you be. You’re welcome to dram the old well dry, But a kiss first, Bessie, so say I.” And Bobby is master of well and rope, So how can Bessie for victory hope ‘2 Slowly homeward little Bess goes, Her soft cheek blushing like any rose; " And hob (the little vexed heart beats fast)â€" But the pitcher is full to its brim at last. ' There’s a molasgrown well near by, and today I heared a gray-haired woman say, ” What keeps Bessie so long at the well 1’" Ah l I know, but I wouldn’t tell. For what if two by the well-curb stand, Bobby and Bessie hand in handl \Vhat if a pitcher forgotten lies At the feet of both l and if two blue eyes See only the glance of another pair, And if there are saucy lips that dare To ask for a kiss 1 What harm, pray tell, lf Bessie should linger at the well ? M. D. Baum. PAULINE. Yet, I suspect none would have taken us for a newly married couple. At any rate there were no nudgings and sly glances among our fellow-passengers. The cera- mony had been so hurried on that no attempt had been made to invest Pauline with the usual bridal accessories. Her dress, although becoming and fashionable, was the one in which I had seen her several times. Neither of us had any brand new belong- ings to stamp us as being bound for a honeymoon; so the only notice we attracted was the notice which was due to my wife’s great and uncommon beauty. _ The carriage was nearly full when we started from London, and as the strange- ness of our new relations prevented our conversing in an ordinary way, by mutual consent we were all but silent; a few soft words in Italian were all I could trust myself to speak until we were alone. At the first important station, the first place at which the train stopped for any time worth mentioning, I exercised a little diplomatic bribery, and, changing our car- riage, we were installed in a compartment the windows of which bore the magic word “ engaged.” Pauline and I were alone. I took her hand in mine. “ My wife l" I said passionately, “ mine, only mine forever 1" Her hand lay listless and unresisting in my own. I pressed my lips to her cheek. She shrank not from my kiss, neither did who return itâ€"shc simply suffered it. “ Pauline l” I whispered, ” say once, ‘ Gilbert, my husband.’ ” She repeated the words like a child learn- ing s. new lesson. My heart sank as her emotionless accents fell on my ears. I had a hard task before me 1 I could not blame her. Why should she love me yet? Me, whose Christian name, I think, she heard yesterday for the first time. Better, far better, indifference than simulated love. She had become my wife simply because her 'uncle wished it. 1 could at least comfort myself by thinking the marriage had not been forced upon her; also that, so far as I could see, she entertained no dislike to me. I did not for one moment despair. I must now woo her i replied toâ€"thoseoutside it passedunheeded, humbly and reverently, as every man should woo his love. Certainly, as her husband, I did not stand in a worse posi- tion than when I was her fellow-lodge: and 01d Teresa was following my every move- ment with her black, suspicious eyes. I would win her, but until I could claim the rights which love would give, I resolved to take none of those with which the law had invested me. None save this, and this only once. “Pauline,” I said, “ will you kiss me? Only once I ask it. It will make me hap- pier ; but if you would rather wait until we are better acquainted, I shall not com- plain.” She leaned forward and kissed my foreâ€" head. Her young lips were red and warm, but they chilled meâ€"in that kiss there was not a suspicion of the passion which was thrilling me. I drew my hand from hers, and, still sitting beside her, began to do my best to make myself agreeable to the woman I loved. If. I felt distressed and somewhat disappointed, I concealed it and strove to talk pleasantly and naturallyâ€"tried to ascertain what manner of Woman I had marriedâ€"to get at her likes and dislikesâ€" to study her disposition -â€"to determine her tastesâ€"learn her wishesâ€"read her thoughts, and eventually to make her regard me as one who would spend'bis life in rendering her happy. When was it the idea first struck meâ€" thc horrible idea that even the peculiarity and novelty of situation could not alto- gether account for Pauline‘s apathy and lack of animationâ€"that shyness alone could not be entirely responsible for the difficulty I experienced in making her talk to me, even in inducing her to answer my questions? I made every excuse for her. She was tired; she was upset; she could think of nothing also save the rash and sudden step taken to-dayâ€"more rash for her than for insâ€"as I, at least, knew that I loved her. At last I, too, sank into silence, and miles and hours went by, whilst the bride and bridegroom sat side by side without exchanging a Word, much less a caress. It was a strange situationâ€" a strange journey 1 And on and on the train rushed north- wardâ€"on and on until the dusk began to creep over the flying country; and I sat and looked at the listless but beautiful girl at my side, and wondered what our future life would be ; but I did not despair, although the rattle of the train as it whirled along seemed to resolve itself into a dreamy rhythm, and reiterated without ceasing oltl Teresa’s sullen words, “ She is not for love or marriagewnot for love or marriage.” Darker and darker it grew outside, and g as the carriage light fell on the pure white face of the girl beside me; as I watched its never changing expression; its beauti- ful but never varying pallor, a strange is is came over mcâ€"a fear lest she was wrapped in an armour of ice which no love would ever thaw. Then tired, weary and almost dispirited I sank into a kind of sleep. The last thing I could remember before my eyes closed was that, in spite of my resolu- tion, I took that white, well-shaped, unre- sisting hand in my own, and slept still holding it. Sleep! Yes, it was sleep, if sleep means anything but rest and peace. NeVer, since the night I heard it, had that woman’s stifled moaning comeback to me so clearly; never had my dreams so nearly approached the reality of the terror which the blind man had felt years ago. Right thankful I was when the haunting cry rose shriller and shriller, and, at last, culminated by resolving itself into the shrieking whistle, which told me we were near to Edinburgh. I loosed mv wife’s hand and recalled my senses. That dream must have been a vivid one, for it left me with the beads of perspiration clammy on my brow. Never having been to Edinburgh, and wishing to see something of the city, I had proposed staying there for two or three days. During the journey I had suggested this to my wife. She had agreed to it as though place or time was a matter of little moment to her. Nothing, it seemed to me, awoke her interest! We drove to the hotel and supped together. From our manner we might, at the moat, have been friends. Our inter- course, for the time, being confined to the usual civilities shown by a gentleman toward a. lady in whose society he is thrown. Pauline thanked me for any little atten- tion to her comfort, and that was all. The journey had been a long and trying oneâ€"â€" she looked wesried out. ' “ You are tired, Pauline.” I said, “would you like to go to your room ‘2” “ I am very tired.” She spoke almost plaintively. " Good-night, then," I said ; “ tomorrow you will feel better, and we will look at the lions of the place." She rose, we shook hands and said good- night. Pauline retired to her apartment or else the shy, troubled eyes sought for a moment the questioner’s face, and left them as mystified as I had been when first I noticed that curious inquiring look. Yet she was not road. A person might have met her out in company, and after spending hours in her society might have carried away no worse impression than that she was shy and reticent. Whenever she did speak her words were as those of a perfectly sane woman; but as a rule her voice was only heard when the ordinary necessities of life demanded, or in reply to some simple question. Perhaps, I should not be far wrong in comparing her mind to that of a childâ€"but, alas I it was a child’s mind in a woman’s bodyâ€"and that woman was my wifel A Life to her, so far as I could see, held neither mental pleasure no: pain. Con- sidered physxcslly, I found that she was more influenced by heat and cold than by any other agents. The sun would tempt her out of doors, or the cold wind would drive her in. She was by no means unhappy. . She seemed quite content to sit by my side, or to Walk or drive with me for hours without speaking. Her whole exist- once was a negative one. And she was sweet and docile. She fol- lowed every suggestion of mine, fell in with every plan, was ready to go here, there, or e verywhere, as I wished ; but her compli- ance and obedience were as those of a slave to a new master. It seemed to me that all her life she must have been accustomed to obey some one. It was this habit which had so misled meâ€"had almost made me think that Pauline loved me, or she would not have consented to that hasty marriage. Now, I knew that her ready obedience to her uncle’s command was really due to the inability of her mind to offer resistance, and its powerlessness to comprehend the true meaning of the step she was taking. Such was Pauline, my wife I A woman in her beauty and grace of person ; a child in her clouded and unformed or stunted mind l And I, her husband, a strong man craving for love, might win parent, or a dog to his master. home to me, I am not ashamed to say I lay down and wept in bitter grief. not even have undone the marriage. ever cared-for. would love her and cherish her. could make it. lib Italian doctor. at once. ticulars. it should cost him dear. return to London immediately. puzzled me. went, she was as other people. ney, she needed no assistance. became at all apparent. Euston Station. night. the platform ; begin. And yet how fair the How strangely sweet refined calm face, what I wished 1 course to pursue. street. in search of Ceneri. Edinburgh t Walpole street, telling from her, perchance, at last, what might be compared to the affection of a child to its As the truth, the whole truth, came that I loved her even now Iknew all! I would She was my wifeâ€"the only woman I had I would fulfil my vow~ Her life, at least, should be as ‘ happy as my care But all the same I vowed I would have a fitting reckoning with that Him, I felt, it was necessary I should see From him I would wring all par- I would learn if Pauline had always been the sameâ€"if there was any hope that time and patient treatment would work an improvement. I would learn, moreover, the object of his concealment. I would, I swore, drag the truth from him, or Until I stood face to face With Generi I should find no peace. .I told Pauline it was necessary we should She betrayed no surprise, raised no objection. She made her preparations at once, and was ready to accompany me when I willed it. This was another thing about her which So far as things mechanical In her toilet. even in her preparations for a jour- All her actions were those of a perfectly sans per- son ; it was only when the mind was called upon to show itself that the deficiency It was a gray morning when we reached We had travelled all I smiled bitterly as I stepped on to smiled at the contrast between my thoughts of to-day and those of a few mornings ago when I handed the wife I had so strangely won into the train, and told myself, as I followed her, that a life of perfect happiness :was now about to girl looked as she stood by my side on that Wide platform! that air of repose, that that general appearance of indifference, contrasted with the busy scene around us as the train dis- gorged its contents. Uh, that I could sweep the clouds from her mind and make her I had found some difiicultyin ssttlingwhat I decided, after venti- lating various schemes, that I would take Pauline to my own rooms in Walpole I knew the people of the house well, and felt certain she would .be taken care of during my absence; for after a. few hours’ repose, it was my intention to start I had written from the good people t are to be ready for me, and whom to expect; moreover, I has again leave of a dear friend. It may have been only fancy, but as I never before even fancied the expression there, that look in Pauline’s eyes was some comfort to carry away with me. And now for Geneva and il dottore Generi ! (To be continued.) PRODUCTS 0F 'l‘llE SOIL. Departure of 'tlne (i. P. R. Exhibit Car for Ilse East. The new 0. P. R. exhibit car, recently completed, and of which .mention has already been made in these columns, left for the east Friday evening. The car will proceed to Detroit, and before it reaches there everything will be in apple-pie order. The sides of the car were decorated with no less than forty-three varieties of native grasses, which were neatly arranged in small sheaves, bound with blue ribbon, and tacked to the woodwork. Below there was a shelf running around the car, which was stocked with samples of wheat, oats, bar- ley and other grains, and vegetables of splendid quality, some of them being of phenomenal size. A gigantic squash, about three feet long, and correspondingly corpulent, reposed “ proud in its conscious might " in front of one of the windows, and . will, no doubt, prove an astonisher to many people in the east. Close» to it are some leviathan potatoes, one of which in general contour puts the observer in mind of a very young child. The exhibit in this line, as well as in that of grain, is simply magnifiâ€" cent. An array of massive turnips and Titanic cabbages command the attention of the beholder, and are emblematic of the vastness of the land which produced them. Several roots of celery also tempted the eye, while any quantity of beets, onions and ' other vegetables reposed in passive majesty in rich profusion. Nearly all these pro- ducts came from the various experimental farms established by the C P. 3., and are incontrovertible witnesses of the fertility of the soil of the Northwest. Besides the above there are also samples of clovsr, flax, mangolds, carrots, pumpkins, citrons, peas, radishes, cauliflowers, corn, kchlrabi, . wild peas, vetches, cucumbers, grapes, mineral specimens from the Alberta mine, Bow River Pass,Tunnel Mountain and other districts, coal, C.P.R. samples of soil of ten different farms, poplar wood, willow, junc- berry, maple, cottonwood, birch, elm, bass- wood, cherry, spruoe, black ash, thorn, plum, t amarac, black poplar and oak. An excellent collection from Calgary is a pominent feature, and speaks well for that region. A number of photographic views of mountain and prairie, tastefully framed, also helped to embellish the car very much. The car is in charge of Mr. W. A. Ducker, Superin- tendent of the O.P.R. Experimental Farms, and Mr. W. D. Scott, of the Land Depart- ment. After leaving Detroit, it will visit most of the important points in Ontario, Quebec and the Maritime Provinces, and may possibly take a run through the Eastern States. It carries a vast quantity of literature descriptive of the Northwest, and also about 50,000 small paper bags, in which samples of grain will be placed and distributed where they will do most good. Winnipeg Free Press. Personal Paragraphs. Agassiz is still in very poor health. Charles Stewart Parnell has received at one time and another the sum of $200,000 as acknowledgment of his services in behalf of Ireland. Archbishop Lightfoot, of Wellingbcrough, Eng., will not allow an organist to officiate in his church because he has previously played for a Congregational body. Princess Wilhelmina, whose right to the throne of Holland has just been amicably settled, is a little toddler of 4 years of age in the royal nursery at The Hague. The youngest daughter of President Tyler is to be married in Richmond this month to Mr. Ellis, a member of the Vir- ginia Legislature. Lord-Mayor-elect Nottgate, of London, is 55, President of aphotographic campany, has been an Alderman and Sheriff, is good- lookicg and Liberal in politics. The magnificent bequest of $50,000 for a gymnasium at Phillips Exetsr Academy by the late Dr. Francis P. Hurd, of Boston, makes the benefiting boys believe thatit is better to be heard than seen, sometimes. Marietta Stowe, Belva Lockwood’s com- panion in political tribulation, has been in politics before. She was one nominated for Governor of California, and also for School Director in San Francisco. After Dr. Newsholme on tea, Dr. Alfred Taylor now declares that every wife should give her husband good coffee, and be alleges that “ bad coffee makes bad men.” Bad coffee certainly furnishes grounds for ‘ until death did us part. a great deal of bad language. _.___..___.__ The Modern ,shakspeare. “ Henricol what means this daily phras- ing ’bout a ‘ self-made man ?’ Me com- prehension fails at such demand and waits for lustier mind t’ unlock the mystery.” “ Thou’rt moored in sober harbor, girl, as proved by sweet concessions of thy speech. The lustier mind doth open to thy knock, and yields thee gen’rous harvest to thy quest.” “ 0h, thanks, Sir Modesty! Thou’rt to lay the corner-stone of thy conceit.” “ And by that token, lady, I may prove a master-builder to thy mind’s desire.” “And make thyself a self-made man, Henrico ?” , " Nay, an’ thou love’st me, charge me not with that, for he that boasts a self-created appealed to my faithful old servant, Pris- cilla, and begged her to be at the house awaiting my arrival. For my sake, I knew she would show every kindness to my poor girl. So to Walpole street we went. All was in readiness for us. Priscilla received us with eyes full of curious won- der. 1 saw that her sympathies were at once enlisted by Paulinc's appearance. After a cup of tea and something to eat, I begged Priscilla to lead my wife to her room, that she might take the rest she needed. Pauline, in her childlike, docile way, rose and followed the old woman. “ When you have seen to Mrs. Vaughan’s comforts come back to me,” I said, “ I want to speak to you." Priscilla, no doubt, was only too eager to return to me. I felt she was brimming over with questions about my unexpected whilst I went outfor a ramble through the gas-lighted streets, and with a sad heart recalled the events of the day. Husband and wife 1 The bitter mockery of the words i For in everything except the legal bond Pauline and I were as far apart as we were on that day when first I saw her ‘at Turin. Yet this morning we had vowed to love and cherish each other Why had I been rash enough to take Censri at his word? Why not have waited until I had ascer- tained that the girl could love me, or at least ascertained that she had the power of loving at all? The apathy and utter indif- ference she displayed fell like a chill upon my heart. I had done a foolish thingâ€"a thing that could never be undone. I must bear the consequences. Still I would hope â€"hope, particularly, for what tomorrow yet might bring forth. I walked about for a long time, thinking over my strange position. Then I returned to the hotel and sought my own apartment. It was one of the suite of rooms I had engaged, and next to my wife’s. I dis- missed,'as well as I could, all hopes and fears until the morning came, and, tired with the day’s events, at last slept. My bride and I did not visit the lakes as I had planned. In two days' time I had learned the whole truth-learned all I could knowâ€"all that I might ever know about Pauline. The meaning of the old woman’s repeated phrase, “ She is not for love or marriage," was manifested to me. The reason why Dr. Cenerl had stipulated that Pauline’s husband should be content to take her without inquiring into her early life was clear. Paulineâ€"my wifeâ€" my love, had no past! 0: no knowledge of the past. Slowly at first, then with swift steps, the truth came home to me. Now I knew how to account for that puzzled, strange look in those beautiful eyesâ€"knew the reason for the indiflerence, the apathy, she displayed. The face of the woman I had married was fair as the morn; her figure as perfect as that of a Grecian statue; her voice low and sweet; but the one thing which ani- mates every charmâ€"the mindâ€"was miss- ing l How shall I describe her? Madness means something quite different from her state. Imbacility would still less convey my meaning. There is no word I can find which is fitting to use. There was simply something missing from her intellect-as much missing as a limb may be from a body. Memory, except for comparatively recent events, she seemed to have none. The power of reasoning, weighing and drawing deductions seemed beyond her grasp. She appeared unable to recognize the import- ance or bearing of occurrences taking place around her. Sorrow and delight were emotions she was incapable of feeling. Nothing seemed to move her. Unless her attention was called to them she noticed neither persons nor places. She lived as by instinct -â€"Iose, ate, drank and lay down to rest as one not knowing why she did so. Such questions or remarks as came within the limited range of her capacity she nothing pleasant to communicate. listened Without comment to my tale. andwould keep my affairs secret. told her all, or nearly all. state. rience brought to my hours. In the afternoon I saw Pauline again. I asked her if she knew where I could write to Ceneri. She shook her head. “ Try and think, my dear," I said. She pressed her delicate finger tips against her brow. I had always noticed that trying to think always troubled her greatly. " Teresa knew," I said to assist her. " Yes, ask her." “ But she has left us, Pauline. tell us where she is f" Once more she shook her head hopelessly. " He told me he lived in Geneva," I said. “ Do you know the street ‘2” She turned her puzzled eyes to mine. I pighed, as I knew my questions were usa- ess. Still, find him I must. I would go to Geneva. If the man was a doctor, as he represented himself, he must be known there. If I could not find any trace of him at Geneva I would try Turin. I took my wife’s hand. ' “ I am going away for a few days, Pauline. You will stay here until I return. Every one will be kind to you. Priscilla will get you all you want." “ Yes, Gilbert,” she said softly. I had taught her to call me Gilbert. Then, after some last instructions to Priscilla, I started on my journey. As my cab drove from the door I glanced up at the window of the room in which I had left Can you Pauline. She was standing there looking at me, and a great wave of joy came over my heart, for I fancied that her eyes were looking sad, like the eyes of ond'taking marriage; but I checked her volubility. My face must have told her thatlhad She sat down, and, as I desired her to do, I was compelled to confide in some one. The old woman, I knew, was trustworthy So I I explained as well as I could Pauline’s peculiar mental I suggested all that my short expe- mind, and I prayed Priscilla, by the love she bore me, to guard and be kind in my abence to the wife I loved. The promise being given I threw myself upon the sofa. and slept for several self is worse than peacock strutting i’ the sun. ’ ‘ “ How worse, good Solomon? Thy satire blooms, but with it comes no reasons for its growth.” “ Because, thou pecking pullet, thou dost curb me speech are it doth half way uncoil the limit of Its run. Is peacock worse than he who struts him i’ the eye of day and slights the Lord that launched him i’ the world? That makes no note of nature’s gifts whereby he's won what e’re success he holds and weighs each favoring cir- cumstance as part and product of his own design, unaided by the forces borne to him ?” “ Ah! these are they that hold not to the fate that there‘s 8. Providence which shapes our ends ?" “ The same, Andromeda! . That foist them i’ the public eye as better finished than their fellowmen because of this same independence of the greater Architect."â€" Yonkers Gazette. Ma. GLADSTONE generally dresses plainly but, like the aloe, blooms once in the hundred years or so. When that event I occurs the splendor of his blossoming calls for detailed record. On his first drive into Edinburgh from Dalmenyâ€"the morning was bright and sunnyâ€"he flashed upon the town like a ray of light, and sat among his sombre companions like a bird of paradise In an aviary of jackdaws, clothed, like Tennyson’s party in the pool, “ in white samite,” or what might have been acoat of that material ; his waistcoat was also white, his trousers a lovely lavender, his tie the hue of the pale primrose, while in his buttonhole he sported a. rose larger than a cauliflower, but less in size than a drum- head cabbage. Add to this a hat of verit- able white, not the dubious drab which is the common wear, but as white as white. wash, and you have the figure which showed in the Scotch capital as the sun in Turner‘s sea pieces shows from surrounding clouds. A prominent citizen of Whitfield county, Georgia, has had his grave dug and cemented-and inclosed with an iron railing. Although in the evening of life the gentle- isstillhale and hearty, and likely to prolong his audience for years to come. FOR THE LADIES. Mrs. Burnett and Her Ornainen- tal Children. To TEACH ’I‘IIE WHAT GIRLS. Fresh Fashion Notes and Cooking Recipes.~ Sunshine Allen-"Shadows. Our fairest flowers wither first, And faded leaves are left us ; Our hearts are full of bitter thirst For sweets that are bereft us. But softest hearts are long will heal And sorrow lose its stinging ; , While once again with joy We'll feel The charm around us clinging. 0, heart l wherein us pain-fires burn, Should darkness gather o’er thee, Think not that light will ne'er return, For hope can soon restore thee. Be brave and true thro’ dark and day, And let no cloud oppress thee ; The darkest night will pass away. And sweetest light will blessvthee. Woman’s Sphere. A woman juror of Wyoming was asked by anmher to write in her album. She wrote: “ They talk about a woman’s sphere, As though it had no limit, There's not a place in earth or heaven, There's not a task to mankind given, There's not a blessing or a woe, There’s not a whispered yes or no, There’s not a life, or death, or birth, That has a feather’s weight of worth, Without a woman in it." lVlrs. Burnett’s Boy s. Mrs. Frances qugscn Burnett, the well- known authoress, is an exc. ption to the ordi- nary rule, and her craze for the picturesque extends not only to her inanimate surround- ings, but to her two boys. A lady who has recently paid Mrs. Burnett a long visit is the authority for the statement that they are very handsome boys. Their proud mother is quite aware of their beauty by keeping them dressed in the most becom- ing fashion. She taught them to pose in an artistic manner. If the bell rings and a visitor is announced, Mrs. Burnett turns to her sons and says: “ Take your posi- tion." Immediately the well-trained boys fall into the poses best suited to their dress and beauty. The older one will lean his elbow on the corner of the man- telpiece and rest his head upon his shapely hand, while the younger wxll stretch him- in a graceful attitude on the heavy fur rug in front of the fire. The visit )l.‘ enters and cannot fail to be struck by the picturesque beauty of the scene and goes away, her mind full of admiration for her friend's children, and feels almoat ashamed of the general roughness of her own boys at home, whom she is much more likely to find gliding down the banisters, sitting on the fence or playing ball than in poses which would gladden an artist’s heaIt. Of course the attitudes given above are only those for winter use. For summer an entirely different set prevail, but they are all quite as effective, and, indeed, they are the pride of Mrs. Burnett’s heart. What the result of this novel mode of education will be is a question which agitatcs many of the writer’s friends, but they will soon have the opportunity of seeing, for a boy who can lean an elbow on the mantelpiece cannot be so very small. New Designs in House Decoration. Some of the old mansions about Wash- ington square, New York city, have been refitted with fine modern work. One of the best examples of good taste in carrying out asimple scheme of color has walls of dull green gold, painted with old arrange- ments of the apple and almondâ€":whole trees with their twisted trunks and masses of blossoms. The furniture is tawny plush, like lion’s skin, a few kakemouos hang on the wall, as there can be no pic- tures, and some fine rugs cover the floor. It is a study in green gold. Near Boston, an old dining-room, With wainscoted sides and high mantel, has been painlel Pompeiiau red ; the walls a delicate green- ish blue ; a freize of apple-blossoms around the room, from which a large branch fibresks down over the mantel With a flight of swallows. Another, where a harmony of blue-light, olive and orange, concentrates in a blaze of scarlet trumpetâ€" creepsrs painted over the old-fashioned black fireplaceâ€"the furniture old mahogany and polished brass. In a design for a library the shelves are Georgia pineâ€" a freize of pine-boughs and swallows ; the large windows of stained glass,heavily cur- tained with peacock plush, embroidered with masses of dog-wood blossomsâ€"the floor of polished wood and dark Bokhara ragaâ€"Country-Side Art Notes. \‘Vhat to Teach Girls. Give your daughters athorough educa- tion, said Mgr. Cape! in a recent sermon. Teach them to cook and prepare the food of the household. Teach them to wash, to iron, to darn. stockings, to sew on but- tons, to make their own dresaes. Teach them to make bread, and that a good kitchen lessens the doctor’s account. Teach them that he only lays up money whose expenses are less than his income, and that all grow poor who have to spend more than they receive. Teach them that a calico dress paid for fits better than a silken one unpaid for. Teach them that a full, healthy face displays more lustre than fifty consumptive beauties. Teach them to purchase and see that the account corre- sponds with the purchase. Teach them good common sense, self-trust, self-help and industry. Teach them that an honest mechanic in his working dress is a better object to esteem than a dozen haughty, well-dressed idlers. Teach them gardening and the pleasures of nature. Teach them, if you can afford it, music, painting, etc, but consider them as secondary objects only. Teach them that a walk is more salutary than a ride in a carriage. Teach them to reject with disdain all appearances and to use only “Yes” or “ No” in good earnest. Lace Toilets. Lace plays a very important part in the dressing of the day, and a very handsome walking and visiting dress is made of black silk and lace. On the lower part of the round skirt is a narrow silk flutiug. Above this is a lace flounce. Down the front is a breadth of lace which‘forms two full puff- ings. Narrow flounces trim the back of the skirt to half its depth. On the lower part of the right side of the skirt is a large striped velvet and satin bow. On the left side is a breadth of this same velvet and satin goods, which forms a kind of quille trimming, consisting of double round plaits reaching from the hips to the lower part of the skirt. The lace tunic is full around the waist, and falls in a long pointed apron. It is surrounded by a lace ruffle. The lace waist is lined with silk. It is pointed back and front, and has a lace jabot. The length- wise plaited sleeve is all of lace and has no lining. Another lace toilet is com- bined with cardinal ottoman. The skirt is of cardinal satin, covered with lace flounces. In front is a large display of ottoman, fastened down on either side under a long plait which reaches to the lower part of the skirt. The ottoman waist opsns over a tight-fitting vest cov- ered by a lace drapery. This drapery is taken down to form a small pinier on the left side. The waist is cut' over the shoulders and filled in with lace insertion to form bretclles. The straight collar is of ottoman, with a piece of narrow black lace around the throat ; the sleeves, which terminate at the elbow, have the inside of ottoman and the outside of insertion; they are finished with deep lace rufiies. Fresh Fashion Notes. Close-fitting jackets are made either double or single breasted. . All of the dark shades of velveteen are fashionable'for street wear. It is fashionable once more to trim basques around the edge. Upon some very stylish-looking gipsy hats of darkest green velvet are coronsts of orangecolored nasturtiums, mingled with sprays of pale-green maiden-hair fern. Many draperies of autumn costumes are joined to the front of the over-skirt with a. band of ribbon, others with a fan-plaiting, and others still crossed like a braid. The fashion of cutting demi-toilet'dresses square or V shape in the neck seems to be more than ever the vogue, and now comes the rumor that the holinet strings are to be reméved. ’ " ' ‘ Silk Jerseys are plain or have silver and gold galloon trimmings. They are in light . shades, generally of the color of the skirt with which they are worn. They are also to be seen in contrasting hues. ,_ WhileIccstumes‘ of mixed materials are as much in vogue as ever, some of our good couturieres are attempting to introduce tailets entirely made of one fabric and one color; this simplicity is grateful to the. eyes in the midst of so many varied tmts. As a compromise between the plain bodice and“, the draped tunic, a sort of‘ jacket is made with plaited basques, which form a kind of panier and tournure ; this may be either of the same material as the skirt or of anotherâ€"sometimes the drap- eries only are of a different material. Whatever fashion may decree, a medium- size waist, pretty shoulders, with the arm- hole placed high enough to show the bust to advantage, but not gathered up into a ballo‘cn‘at the shoulders, will always be audlook the perfection of a figure. The fashion of the epaulet of ribbon or passe- menterie is also very pretty ; it is added to many dresses, on one side only of course. Embroidery patterns, worked either over the material itself or over bands to match, and represent Japanese devices such as large birds perched upon one leg odd trees of the most primitive design, and no less strange-looking quadrugeds, the whole outlined with narrow braid edged with gold thread. This style of embroidery is worked in all colors and produces a most unique effect, not without elegance, on dresses of plain glass or brocaded mohair. In mantles we have to note the peleriue- mantlet, which is in shape a deep round caps with long narrow lapels in front. It is made of faille, Ottoman or brocaded silk, and also of the ribbed velvet, and trimmed with deep fringe and lsce,.bead_cd or not beaded, sometimes with both. The shoulders are marked by a seam. and the more elegant models are trimmed with passementerie patterns placed on each side close to the shoulders. The lapels are not edged, but covered with lace and often finished with jet tsssels. In some cases they are exchanged for a deep fall of lace, which is draped a little and fastened upon the left hip by a jet brooch. The neck is finished with a narrow standing-up collar of silk or velvet. A handsome winter outdoor costume is made of nut-brown fine cloth, or woollen fabric, or velveteen, trimmed with fawn- drab silk, embroidered with brown silk, and fawn-drab fur for the paletot. The skirt trimmed with a band of the fawn-drab silk embroidery. arranged at the side in faIl-plaits, and bor- dered with the silk embroidery, lined with pale blue silk, which shows through the centre of the brown sprig ; drapery formed in puff-loops of the out- so that it shows the edge of it. paletot of the brown, fitting sleeves. The collar of fur. across the front, and aigretle strings of Cooking Recipes. and salt. cook one hour longer. water twelve hours. with paper and salt. shrinks from the bones. day. of water. Cook slowly tender. barely to a. boil. into throws and serve. Preserved Applesâ€"Pare and core twelve a pint of water, and boil ; apple as can be cooked without breaking; all are done, add to the liquid one cup of grate nutmeg on them instead. Rice Puddingâ€"One teacup of rice, one teacup of sugar, one quart milk, one tea- spocnful cinnamon; bake slowly one and one-half hours. ' A Great Problem. . i â€"â€"Take all the Kidney and Liver . Medicines, â€"Take all the Blood purifiers, â€"Take all the Rheumatic remedies, â€"Take all the Dyipepsl’a and indigestion cures, â€"Take all the Ague, _Fever and bilious specifics, â€"Take all the Brain and Nerve force rcm’vers, â€"Take all the Great health restorers. â€"In short, take all the best qualities of all these, and the â€"best â€"Qualities of all the best medicines in the world, and you will find that â€"Hop â€"Bitters have the best curative qualities and powers of all â€"concentmted â€"-In them, and that they will sure when any or all of these, singly or â€"combined -â€"Fail. A thorough trial will give posi- tive proof of_this. llardeued Liver. Five years ago I broke down with kid- ney and liver complaint and rheumatism. Since then I have been unable to be about at all. My liver became hard like wood ; my limbs were puffed up and filled with water. All the best physicians agreed that noth. ing could cure me. I resolved to try Hop Bitters; I have used seven bottles; the hardness has all gone from my liver, the swelling from my limbs, and it has worked a miracle in my case; otherwise I would have been new in my grave. J. W. Mossy, Buffalo, Oct. lst, 1881. Rover" and En llcring. “ I was dragged down with debt, poverty and suffering for years, caused by a. sick family and large bills for doctoring. I was completely discouraged, until one year ago, by the advice of my pastor, commenced using Hop Bitters, and in one month we were all well, and none of us have been sick 8. day since ; and I want to say to all poor man, you can keep your families well a year with Hop Bitters for less than one doctor’s visit Will cost. I. know it."â€"A Wosxmcnsn. yS'None genuine without a bunch of green Hons on the white label. Shun all the vile, poisonous stuff with “ Hop" or Hope" in their name The tunic the black brown fabric, lined with the pale blue silk, Vlctoria to the figure, and bordered with fawn~drab fur, with a narrower width for the cuffs to the coat paletot festooned down the front with light blue buttons, and a round Bonnet of brown velvet and blue silk, garnished with a blue feather blue and brown tied under the right ear. Gloves t) match the garniture of the dress. Baef Soupâ€"Four pounds of shin of beef, four quarts of water, six onions, four car- rots, two turnips, all chopped fine; pepper Put the meat to boil and at the and of four hours add the vegetables and Beef Tea.â€"-Out one pound of beef into slices, put into a glass jar and set in boiling Add boiling water till of the required strength and season Chicken Brothâ€"Cut chicken into quar- ters, lay it in salt and water an hour ; put on in soup kettle with an onion and four quarts of water. Bring very slowly to gentle boil and keep this up until the liquid has diminished one-third and the meat Take out the chicken, salt it and set aside with a cup- ful of broth in a bowl (covered) until next Season rest of broth and put back over the fire. Boil up and skim, add nearly a cupful of rice,prev10usly soaked in a bowl until the rice is Stir a cupful of hot milk into two beaten eggs, then into broth. Let all come When you have added a handful of finely minced parsley pour out large apples; out each into eighths; make a syrup of one pound of sugar and one-half put in as much remove them, carefully when tender; after, sugar andjboil ten‘ minutes slowly; flavor With lemon, and pour oVer the apples, or .4:â€" V Full for Everybody! Fun is just what every person is looking for, willing to pay for, and finds hardes to secure. We want a new process'mi so that fun can be ground out by the son and' sold at close cutting prices everywhere. How worllthis be done? The first step is to relieve all who suffer from pain, and Putnam’s Painless Corn Extractor stands in the very front rank in this respect. Sure, safe| and Painless, causing no scruff spots, nor producing the slightest discern- fort while in use. Try Putnam’s ‘Painl‘essi, Coru‘Exgractcr‘and Ensure of substitutes and poiscnohs‘imitat s. ‘ " u?‘ One hundred sloping couples from Ohio and Indians. have been" married at Coving- ‘ ton, Ky., during the past year. ,.i,. M "r gloat, ling. (lold‘f- fit l! Are never-failing causes 'of disbalfe.."Ah- this season of the year neuralgia, toothache and a host of similar diseases are rampant. The great question, ' then, is to find the quickest, surest and most economical remedy. Polson’s NERVILINE exactly fills thesere‘quiremsnts. It is‘pr'ompt, - efiicient and most economical, (or it exceeds. in power every known remedy, and is as cheap as inferior articles., A 10 cent sample bottle will give every person a chance to test it. Large bottles only 25 cents. Among the ruins of the Zuni and Aztec cities there have been found spindles closely resemblingtthose in‘use in Scotland. The position of some of these relicsindi-~ catss an antiquity of at least 2,000 years. dâ€"The'secret of the large and constant sales of Mrs. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- pound probably lies in the fact that where- as there are many “Bitters” and “ Tonics" of equal value, lie it more or less, the Vegetable Compound is so completely superior to all other preparations specially recommended for the needs of women th at it has practically no rivals. Awny From Home. “ Conductor," said a Chicago man on board an Illinois Central train, in aloud tone of voice, .5‘ are you sure we ,haxen’ll passed St. Louis?" ' “Yes, we are twenty miles this side, yet." , . ._ “ This train stops there, does it ,7" " Yes!” , > .. L " We‘ll, don’t fail to let me know when we get there." Then he settled himself back in his seat, and smiled when a St. houiscitizen bent across the aisle and asked him if any new builgings had been put up in Chicago since the re. The Scientific American th nks Keely’s, “ vaporic gun” is “nothing more than a clumsy air gun,” and gives a description to prove it. Now let it rint a ms of the motor and the world willfeel easier. **_*******4e****~* ***** ***,* it b t..h’.‘h *i********** Q.‘ %%*************fi‘ 5 §§Qfltliifi*ih&** ojopa v: LYDIA E. PINKHAM’S * VEGETABLE COMPOUND ,. * ,. * .. * IS A POSITIVE CURE? it? For a.“ or those Painful Complaints and * * \Veakncsses so common to our best * *l * * * * *FENIALE POPULATION.* * * J3 IT WILL cum: ENTIRELY THE WORST FORM or Fun MALE _CoMrLAINrs, ALI. OVARIAN 'rnonnnns, Ix. FLAMMATION AND ULCERA'I‘ION. ]<‘ALLING AND Dis» rLAcansNTs, AND Tun (rowantmnr SPINAL Wasm mess, AND Is PARTlIlllLARLY ADAPTED 'ro THI.‘ "Climuul‘or LIFE. ‘*‘ ’ ,. * * * u. " *V ,‘ * IT WILL mssoLva‘ AND nerL TIIMous FROM 'rIIII' UTERL IN AN MI 2mm: or DEVELOPMENT. Till TENDE 1 ms llIIiIous THEREISCHECKED Vl-leY sPnIcIlILr YlTSUSE. * * 4,, * ‘ ‘f‘ * Ir ItEMlWlIS FAINTNBSS, FLATULENCY, Dnsrnoxl ALT. (‘llAVlN 4'i‘llllllliANTS, AND RELIEVES \VEAK~, mass or T“ lAl‘ll. Ir CURES BLOATING, HEAD- ACllE, Num'oirs I’ImsruAI‘IoN, GENERAL DEBILITY, DEPRESSION AND lmnousrloN. _,,. * * * . * THAT FEELING or BEARING Down; CAUSING Pm, WEIGHT AND liAIYKAK‘lllC, Is ALWAYS PIIIIMANENTLx *Hu -)l- at CURED BY ITS USE. * * * * . _i it Irwrm. AT ALL Tums AND UNDER ALI. cmcmo s'rANCEs ACT 1N humour ern on]; LAWS 'r‘nA'l covamv Tm: FEMALE svs’rsn. * * * * g * lfirlrs PURI‘OK ‘OlllCLY FORTIIE LnoI'rIMA-rl HEALING 0F 1)! I) THE RELIEF OF PAIN, AND THAT IT DOE. . [.Allis TO DO, THOUSANDS of 3 LADIES CAN GLADLY Tnsrlrr. m * it * a ‘ * * Foaling. CURE or KIDNEY COMPLAINTS m EITHER sax TIIIs REMEDY Is UNSURPASSED. * ' " LYDIA E. 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