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By this time the foe, finding theirviiitend- ed Victims more tenacious of life than they had supposed, resorted to stratagem to ac- complish the massacre. In the field was a cart half filled with hay ; in the stable-yard stood a yoke of oxen quietly eating. To fasten the animals to the cart and not exâ€" pose themselves to the deadly aim of those in the house was a diilieult task, but one that th 0 Indians finally accomplished, To get the load of hay against the building, that it might be set on fire, was still more difficult, and in this case unsuccessful, for before it could he done both huslmnd and wife had shot an enemy, while the fifth and only remaining one sought safety in precip- itate flight. Each moment the conflict lasted the hus- band grew weaker, and medical aid could not be procured without éijr)11)‘1h:_\' of a him. dred and eighty miles. Te tra‘cerse this distance, there was no other mode of con- veyanee than the (ix-eart. In this rude vehicle Mrs. Myron placed her hushand and children, and not once durng that tedious journey, made painful by the suli'ering of the man for when) she had braved the dangers and discomforts of a frontier life, was a halt made. The voyage was never completed, hOWâ€" ever, for when Tower Grove, Missouri, was At St Cloud surgical Hill wuss procured, and there; after Mr Myrou's recovery, he sought work of {my kind that would bring; in sufficient for the support of his family: since the (loprcdations of the Imlizms lu‘ul impoverished him. It w: s only by the greatest exertions that Myron could keep his family from actual want; and hearing that laborers were in great demand at Cape (lirardcau, he, with his wife and children, embarked on the steamer Tidal Ware for that place, after having remained at St. Cloud nearly a year. By removing the mud that filled the Crev- ices of the logs at the end of the house, loop-holes were formed, and through these the husband and wife began an assault up! 11 their foes. \Vith his rifle Myron shot one ofthe Indians, and at the same time his wife killed another with the fowling-piece. VVOmen who live on the border, where they are constantly menaced by danger, learn early in life that they must deny themselves Woman’s privilege of fainting When Mr. Myron fell, his wife sprang to his defence rather than assistance. To close and barri- cade windows and doors was but the work of a moment where everything was prepared for such occasions, and ‘then the heroic woâ€" man turned her attention to her husband and children. The father’s wound bled but little. and save to stanuh the blood, the de voted wife could not aid him, except by piling the bedding around him in such a way that, in a. sitting posture, he could face the closed door. The temporary safety of the children was secured by fastening them in the cellar, Where they would be beyond the reach of any bullets their late visitors might send, and after she had perfected her plan of defence, she began to assume the ofl'enâ€" live. hlr. Myron was too well versed in Indian customs not to know that such action on the part of his guests meant mischief. With the View of showing them that he understood the meaning of this breach of hospitality, and in the slight hope of intimidating them, he arose from the table, took from the rack on the wall his rifle and fowling-piece, and carefully examined them to show they were loaded. Why the savages did not attack him then is one of the inexplicable things in Indian Warfare. Instead of making any hostile demonstmtions, they stalked gravely out of the house, disappearing behind a. clump of bushes. ‘ For the moment Myron believed he had wronged his guests, and that they had taken umbrage at his movements when his inten- tions were peaceful. Still holding his rifle in his hand, Myron stepped to the open door for the purpose of ascertaining whether his guests had really departed. When the farmer appeared on the threshold, the re- port of a. rifle was heard, and Myron fell, with a dangerous but not necessarily fatal wound in his side. In 1858, with but a few hundred dollars and the judge’s curse, the young couple were married, and settled at Green Lake, Michi- gan, where, at the beginning of the year 1862, they were in reasonably prosperous circumstances, With two children to make glad their humble log cabin. Their farm was situated several miles from any settle- ment, and although the Indians were rising against the whites in many portions of the State, neither Mr. and Mrs. Myron felt any uneasiness, because they believed they had succeeded in establishing the most friendly relations with such of the “ forest children ” as they came in contact with. Therefore they were by no means alarmed when one day five Indians stalked gravely into the cabin just as the noonday meal was being served. It had ever been Mr. Myron’s cus- tom to invite such visitors to partake of food, and on this, as on other occasions, they readily accepted the invitation ; but, great» 1y to the surprise and uneasiness of their host, instead of placing their rides in one corner of the room, as usual, they held them between their knees, the muzzles of the Weapons showing just above the edge of the table. In the hope of being able to assist his father in some way, Robert came 10 this country, and failing to (ind employment near the metropolis, walked from town to town until when near Rochester, New York, he was hired as a farm laborer by Judge James E. Berry. During six years young Myron Worked industriously, sending nearly all of his earnings to his parents, and then came the sad news that both father and mother had died on the some day. After re- covering from this shock, it was hut natural the young man should begin to think of es- tablishiug a. home for himself, and quite as natural that his love should go out to the daughter of his employer, who plainly show- ed her preference for the young man who had so devoted himself to his parents. But Judge Berry, While he recognile in Myron an invaluable farm laborer, had not the same views regarding him as a son-in-law that Miss Bessie had. and the consequence was that the lovers, finding it impossible to change the father's opinion, resolved to clope, and build up for themselves a home in the far West. Robert Myron was the son of an English tenant-farmer, who in the year 1848 found his family expenses increasing so much faster than his income that it was absolutely neces- lary to decrease the former, since the latter could not be made larger. A ROMANCB IN REAL LIFE. BY JAMES OTIS. in 1861, Elm. Myron’s aunt had died, he- quvzilhing to her niece the sum of five thou- sand dnllzlrs. Judge Berry, half relenting that he had notlookcd with favor upon his daughter’s; ierriage, had sent, his clerk to carry to her this legacy. The messenger had written to his employer from St. Cloud in 1862, stating that he had traced Mr. and Mrs. Myron to that place hub that from there they had gone, as he had reason to he» have, to, Cape Girardeau, which place he was about to start for in the steamer Tidal Ware. From that time M 1'. Berry had never heard from his clerk, and he believed he had lost his life when the steamer was burned. 1110,11 he told a strange story, and one which lifted a load that had grown heavier with each succeedlng year from his sonâ€"in- lzlw’a heart. During the year 1870 the inhabitants of Tower Hill witnessed the destrution of an other steamer by fire at almost the exact place where the Tidal Ware went down. Among all those men who labored to save life none was more active than Robert My- ron, and his house was converted into a hospital for the reception of those who were injured, but saved from death. Mrs. vMyren was as earnest in his efforts to comfort the distressed people as was her husband, and her labor was signally reward- ed by finding among the unfortunate ones whom she was nursing her father, whom she had not heard from since the day she left his home to found another “ith theone man she loved above all others. The daughter's h rai‘t was made still more glad when the old gentleman told her and her hushamd that he had been searching for them several months in the hope of inducing’ them to re- turn to his lonely home, or allow him to re- main with them. All his inveétments were good ones, since none were made save with the View of con- verting everything into cash at a, moment’s notice ifneeessary, and Robert Myron he- cmne a wealthy man. As is usual, with wealth came the respect 'of his neighbors, who, to show their appreciation of money, elected him to the office of County Judge. The cabin theylived in, and thefive acres of land surrounding it, was for sale at a price below its real value. Myron represented to the owner that, despite appearances, he had succeeded in saving a small amount of money ~about half the price askedâ€"~and offered to buy it if his note would be accepted for the balance. The bargain was made, and Myron still continued to work by the day for any one who would hire him, billing his own farm when he could find 110 other work. Then he invested in a very small way in stock, buying when he could get a decided bargain only. Year by year he added to his possessions, and his neighbors called him a “ thrifty” man. l That Robert Myron was in a. fever of ex- citement hardly needs to be told. He had struggled to the full strength of man many years, and was hardly more than n pauper when he should have had at least as spot of God’s footstool he could call his own. The dead had brought him what the living had refused. To take the gold for his own pur» poses seemed a. theft, and yet he who had fastened it about his body could no longer use it. The struggle between his conscience and his necessity was :1, long one 3 but when those who came to rescue him arrived at the send-bar they found him with a skeleton on which nothing could be seen, and no one could have fancied that the half-drowned man had found a treasure. That the bones were ‘hose of one of the passengers of the Tidal Ware, no one doubted, and they were given a resting-plaice among the nameless graves of those who had lost their lives in the disaster. No one save Robert Myron and his wife knew of the money-belt, or that on the inside of it, cut deep in the thick leather, was the name “ Henry Parks. ” But Myron, having this money, did not dare to use it openly, lest people should question how he got it. He had agreed with his wife that they should use the gold for their own benefit, but do it with the View of returning it if they could ever find the dead man’s heirs. This he hoped to do by making such investments as could be readily realized upon, so that they might show themselves to be good, even if self elected, stewards. The down of (lay revealed still more hor- rors, for close beside him, having evidently been unearthed by the waves. was the skel- eton of a human being. At first Myron felt; that fear which seems to be natural in man when he sees the deserted tenement of one of his kind ; but the resting-place which the waves gave to the living and the dead was so small that he was obliged to remain almost in actual Contact; with the yellow bones. As he sat by the skeleton waiting for help from the shore, which seemed so tardy in coming, he saw about the ribs of the fleshless frame a leather belt. Curios- ity overcame his horror, and, nnfastening the belt, he found within it gold coin to the amount of five thousand dollars. As the 01d gentleman finished his story, bar of sand that made out from a bank of he river at; the spot where the Tidal Ware. was burned. On this frail and treacherous foot-hold he managed to remain during the night, in full sight of the town, but unable to attract attention to his desperate condi- non. Then came a time when he could no longer find employment near his wretched home, and he sought it some miles up the river, going and returning each day in a. small boat. Even then it ap- peared that misfortune was not wearied with pursuing him, for one night when re- turning from his work a storm came up, which overturned his frail skiff, and, nearly exhausted, he was thrown upon a narrow Duriilg the two “years that elapsed after the burning of the Tidal Ware, Robert Myron labored industriously, but without success. so far as the accumulation of world ly goods was concerned ; he had been able to pay the rent of a rude cabin three miles from the village of Tower Hill, and to fur- nish it scantily. hit the expenses attend- ant upon the l: 'th of two children. and his own severe illness, during which he was, confined to his had two months, had ex» hausted the snmll fund he had succeeded in saving to enable him to remove to Cape Gimrdeau. reached, a fire broke out on the ill-fated steamer, and in a. very short time she was burned to the water's edge. The loss of life was considerable, and among the miss- ing ones were the two Myron children. For the second time Robert Myron was homeless and penniless, with his sufferings intensified by the loss of his children. Per- haps it was fortunate for him that; he was obliged to work very hard simply to keep the wolf from the door, for it prevented him from brooding over his misfortunes, as even a stronger man might have done. it. He had agreed should use the gnld but do it with the they could ever find This he hoped to do A gentleman went home a few evenings ago and causally remarked as he hung up his hat; “ 1 see women are sold at actual value in Indianapolis. A wife was bought there this week for five cents.” “ “Yell, I know a. women, about the time I was mar- ried, who was sold for nothing,” replied his wife. Then the man put on his hat and came down town. From the institution of the Legion of Honor by the first Napoleon to the year 1852 only five ladies received the decora- tion and they were nuns. A change was made in 1865. The empress went to visit Rose Bonheur at Fountainehleau and on her return sent her the cross of the order. It was thought this would he the commenceâ€" ment of the recognition of the eminence of women in secular departments of life. But the tide turned into its old Channel, and the next decorations were again to nuns. The FrancoJ’russian war opened up a new chapter in the annals of the order. A female ‘ telegraph clerk and eantiniere were de-l unrated for acts of heroism performed atr great risk of life and resulting in an imporâ€" l tant service to the French army. The re- cent war with China has added two more to l the list of decorated ladies, 110th of them? nuns, and both eminent for their services to the wounded on the field of battle. And now once more the tide of distinction seems to have set in the direction of art. The latest Chevalierefithere are in all but thirteen livingâ€"has received the insignia for her services to arehmology rendered dur- ing the recent expedition to Persia. The time has been whenthe civilized powers joined their forces to suppress the African slave trade. They should now combine again. Let them hang every Arab dealer who brings slaves to the coast as they do pirates; let them police the east shores of Africa. as England did a few years ago when, until she wearied of the work, she dealt most effective blows at the export trade ; let them fight the evil at its sources, as Gordon did in the Soudan and as he proposed to do on the Upper Congo. If these things are done, there can be no doubt that Africa will be rescued from a large part of this burden of misery and crime. such wrongs shall not be ; that Africa shall no longer be given up to be the prey 0f wolfish native chiefs and vile Arab traders.” \Vhat can the civilized nations do to do- liver Africa from this cruel bondage? There are some things they have done and can do again. The Arab traders are at the bottom (If most of this shame and suffering. It is they who supply the markets, who buy the wretched fruits of the Angoni raids, who in- flame the chiefs to enslave one-fourth of their weaker neighbors and exterminate the rest. It is they whose lies have incited and enconr» ged the massacres in Uganda, and who stimulate domestic slavery by selling a part of their slave gangs arirmg native tribes be- fore they reach the (‘f est. The require- ments of his trade (‘ Inpel every Zanzibar slave dealer to be a. murderer. Five months ago Mr. Ashe, an English nfs: ion ary inUgaxrl? ,writing amid the svenns of King Mwangzi’s sluughters, re-echoed the pathetic appeal that fell from Livingstons dying lips. “ The nameless wrongs of thes’e unhappy people,” he wrote, “their homes ‘élViLng, themselves slain, their wives drag- ged away to degrading slavery, should stir the hearts of America. Let America,Gerâ€" many, and Englli join hands and say that such wrongs sluLll not be ; that Africa shall \Vild beasts do not prey u on their kind ; but in inner Africa, incited y coast Arabs, whose buying and selling of men have made them rich and strong, millions of the natives are preying relentlessly upon each other. Herc tribes are struggling for their lives, and only the strongest can survive. On sev- eral mountain summits overlooking the blue waters of Lake Nyussa are the feeble rem- nants of once numerous peoples. From their rocky fastness they are ever on the lookout for Angoui men stealers, the fierce Zulus who come from the south, and who have wasted and desolath thousands of miles of valley and plain once well tilled and populous. Mn Montagu Kerr has just de- scribed the poor hunted Mashonas, south of the Zambesi, who perch many of their towns upon almost inaccessible rocks, which they reach only by means of rough, notched poles that they cam pull quickly up in case of at- tack so as to secure their retreat. Still they are always outgcneralletl by the power- ful Matwbeli, who are wiping their unfortun- ate neighbors out of existence. The world hears little of the seemineg cndless tragedy of suffering and wrong that is still docimating the peoples of inner Africa. Cameron predicted a few years ago that unless an end was made to the horrid trnflic between Arab slave buyers and slave- selling chiefs the vast regions of Central Africa would become utterlyglepopulated. Mr. W'illiams, of the Universities Missions, writes that last year he saw twenty thou- sand slaves, fastened together in long gangs by hoavywoodon yokes, pass his doorway near Lake Nyassn. on their way to the coast. These wretched captives were not set march- ing to the sea without frightful sacrifice of human life. As a rule, for every bondsmnn who is fastened in a yoke and started for the slave marts, from two to six bleeding bodies are left behind near the ashes of their once peaceful and happy homes. Mr. Stan- ley says that the Aral) raid on the Upper Congo, whose fruits he saw in two thousand suffering wretches herded together on the river bank, cost no less than twelve thousand lives. “ All I may add in my loneliness,” wrote David Livingstone as he lay (lying' in :an African hut, “ is may heaven’s rich bless- ing come down on every one, English, American, at Turk, who will help to haul the open sure of the wozld.” In his last feeble hours the great heart of the Christian hero was bleeding for myrimls of helpless natives, the prey of strong and irresistible bands of roving men atealers who invade their homes, kill most of the wretched inhabitants, and dim the rest into slavery. the husband and wife gazed at each other with an almost despairing hope in their eyes, and it was only with the greatest dif- ficulty Judge Myron could ask the question, ” \Vhab was the man's name i” “ Henry Parks.” The load was lifted for evermore ; the money which they believed was another’s belonged rightfully to them; the investments made with a View to being able to restore the principal at any time insured their own prosperity, and by purloining their own from the dead they had honestly relieved themselves from the thrulldom of poverty. The Slave Trade in Africxt The Legion of Honor. 12- The very worst time to abandon amylmsvi- ness is when every body recognizes that it is over-(lone and V'iLlltS to quit. The best time to go into it is often when it has get down into the mire, heyoml even 2111 nppmn ent elnunre of getting out of it, A reaction mus" come. No business ~an remain unprov fitsble for any length of time. Fruit zgrow- ing, in the longr run, must pay as well as wool or hop growing, else all fruit growers would turn their attention to the produe tion of wool or hops. The average Ameri- can, following his instincts and speculative inclinations, likes to make a. big haul for a. single Season by catching on to the period of big prices. Attempts of this kind, in nine cases out of ten, end in disappointment The application of pnth has for its (le- jects : list, The preservation of the material to which it is applied to. The most dnru‘nl ‘ colors are made from earth or mineral pig» ments, \\ hh h) thrt ughtlle processes of “Mum have undergone all the chemical clmngux ne- cessary to give them perlnuncncy and are nut when properly ground and Illixcd into paint susaccptiblu to the influence of moisturu, air nr light; The \'(3)'lllllll0111<, so much med at present, are chemical productiuns, sure to change under exposure. Among the colm‘r} which may be relied upon for pcrnnmenr‘y, are grays, yellows, blues, greens, 1mm 1m, etc. l A dull horse may, for a short time, be ’ made much livelier by checking his head up ‘ a little while he is going. This effect will not continue long, but, for a short drive about town, with a light weight behind him, there is not much objection to it if the horse is fresh. \Vhen a horse is checked up while going, he should be unchecked while standing, that he may rest. The check rein should be easily shortened and lengthened, so that his neck may be relieved without giving him entire control of his head while standing, for he might rnb his bridle off 01‘ get his foot over the lines if he could put 1 his head low down. To glue leather to iron it is recommended to paint the iron with some kind of lead color, any white lead and lamphlaek. \thn dry cover with cement made as follows : Take the best glue, soak it in vinegar with a. moderate beat, them add one-third of the bulk of white pine turpentine, thoroughly mix, and then by the means of the vinegar make it the proper consistency to spread with a brush, and apply it while hot, draw the leather on quickly, and press it tightly in place. If a pulley, draw the leather around tightly, lap and clamp. The agricultural papers say now and then in their horticultural notes that the wood in curmnt bushes should be “ cut back” considerable. How can the old wood be out back without destroying the new wood also, which is always the extension of the old wood? It is a. good practice to out back thenew wood somewhat if it has grown very fast and rank. Take off one-third in length of the terminal shoots. The side shoots will not need clipping. Beware of the man who goes around buy- ing up straw-shacks for some paper mill. He gives his note for the amount and takes u. receipt; for the note, which the farmer signs. By and by this receipt is changed to a, note and deposited in a bank for collection. The note that the farmer holds against the man is worthless, because the man has disap- peared. If eggs were bought and sold by weight, the value of certain breeds of fowls would be changed.‘ Now the breed that furnishes the greatest number of eggs is he most pro- fitable; then it would be the breed that furnished thegreatcst weight. Some breeds are remarkable for the smallness of their eggs ; such breeds would suffer in popularâ€" ity, While the fowls that lay large eggs would gain. This would work only justice, however, to the fowls, as it would to their owners and the consumers. Clearly eggs should be sold by weight. Then why does not every one insist upon it? News. The soaking of outs in cold or tepid water is believed to effect a saving of at least one-third in the amount of feed required Isn’t it strange that we buy and sell 6 gs by number instead of by weight? Nun] er does not show their value ; weight does. Some eggs weigh twice as much as others. What justice or business sagaeity is there in paying the same price for one as for the other 7 Is net the farmer who sells a large egg for the same price that his neighbor sells a small one cheated ‘! And is not the buyer of the small egg cheated 7 Just as well might butter be sold by rolls, the small roll bringing as much as the large one. “'0 do not buy or sell butter by the number of rolls, or meat by the number of pieces, or cheese by number ; nor should we sell eggs by number. A grindhtone, to (lo good service, should be M least three feet in (limncter, {llltllWU and one-half to three inches in thickness, having a. bevel on each side of the fact! for grinding ou‘ It should be quite free from hard spots of iron pyrites, which are injur- ious to tools, although these may be taken out with a. sharp pointed punch. Ii it is not centered truly it will work out of shape, and soon require truing up. It should run as fast as possible, as it does work both better and more quickly. To prevent it from throwing water, a piece of bagging should be fastened to a staple fixed across tne frame on each end but not so close as to grind it out. This will catch the excess of water and yet keep the stone wet enough, and clean it. The stone should be kept in the shade, and never in water, which soft- ens it and makes one side wear faster than the other. The water box should have a hole in it to let. out the water and keep the stone dry when not in use. In grinding it should mostly turn from the tool, and if used otherwise, great care should be taken by the one who holds the tool, not to gouge the stone. A grindstonc is one of the worst usud im- plements on the farm, or in the workâ€"shop. Few take the trouble to think about their work, and consequently the great majority of people fail to get the most and best use from their tools. The few who do think, will agree with us when we say that a grindstone is both badly used and badly chosen. It is too small ; too thick ; it is not evenly and truly Set and centered ; it is not properly specdcd and is turned either too fast, and made to throw the water around, or too slow. and so fails to do its work well ; it is not. well taken care of, and it is badly used. How To USE A Gmxm‘rom: EGGS nY WEIGHT. FARM. thing for the Congo State? None of those eighteen little fellows could have survived had I left them in the hands of the Arabs. But We saved them to train them up as the friends of the missionaries of the newhorder of things on the Congo.” “ Last summer when Sir Francis: (l0 \Vin- ‘mn returned from the (Ringo he brought one of these boys with him. The lad is a blight fullmv ahon 1, l6 yours Gill, and he 11st lwun with me since he came to England. As he. had learned the Swahili language I‘conhl roulin converse V\ ith him, and he also speaks :1, good dual of English now. I was snrln‘iscd to find him able to tell me a great (1 1 about his trilrc and about their legends. Hm. 111}; sumo lvisnw this: HHHHK‘I‘ I wrote out thu lllfi‘l't‘htlllg infln'nizmirin and the hits of folk lore, he was able 10 give me. “ By and by llt) will return to the Congo, and he will probably be sent back among his own people. Do yun nob think that penny and {1, half investment was a. good thing for the Congo State? None of those . reou uuu aAhztlf each in Manchester, and so I obtained the little negroes very cheaply. I took ‘ them because I wished to save them, and as they were almost certain to die of starva- tion the Amhs were willing to sell them at almost any price. “ The little fellows, who were from 10 to 12 years of age, were with me in my steam- er when I went down the river again. I distributed them, two or three together, ameng the stations, directing the agents to instruct them, show them how to work and to elulezn'onr 1le they grew up to make civil- ized yenngfe lows (sf them. They all came from the Biyex‘re River, and its 1 (lltl not hian their language l cutlsl net communi- ::,te with than, Seen ~ l left fer l‘lu- Stanley’s Little Black Boys. “ ‘thn I went up the Congo and foundâ€" ed the station at Stanley Falls,” said Henry M. Stanley the other day, “ I found in the hands of the Arabs 2,300 captives whom they had dragged into slavery. The poor wretches were suffering for food, and many of them wore in a. starving condition. Among them were many little boys. I seâ€" lected eighteen of the poorlittle fellows and bought them of the Arabs for (L handkerchief apeicc. The handkerchiefs cost aPenny_a11§l .1 1m]: NHL :h Mr“, 1 . heath the rod, A lovely bride for lover truer“ lovelier one for God‘ had seen. My beautiful a. sight as she, though in her coffin laid. I’d seen her twice in bridal robes,â€"lonoe bowed be . 1. band dear, Who’d I'm’clled in her joyous smilel for .hsppy )'_ . ‘ The days sped on, and from my mind her memory had me50d, For toil and care, they ,were my share, u long as health did last. One Sabbath are I chanced to stray, among the rich and great, nu) a costly edifice, a church of wealth and auto. Who can discrihc how sad 1 {em when I saw through the crowd That lovely bride, in white arrayed, but oh, it WAS her shroud I Around her soulcss clay did stand, her purvts. hus- ,Vfi -v.‘ um. hlcndtd hue, \Vith {lowers wronthorl in her long, fair hair, that o'er her nhouldcrs rolled, And fullto her waist, a sunny cloud of living curls of gold. Her dress as white as the purest snowwit was her bridal morn' A pure and hallowed look did give to her lovely lace and form. She looked like some {air creature, perohanoe, from fairyland, For fairies might have envied her face, her foot, her hand. She looked so gmndly beautiful, (as I think angels look.) I wondered, as I wan-lied her, what Fate in his vealed hook Had gut in store, in years to come, for her I 30 ad- mired, And, fervcnily, I prayed it might be what she most desirud. A fair girl stood at the parlor door, with eyes of deep- est blue, The 1in and rose, her damask cheek bespoke their “Mun: L.” as they should. There is no room for gam- blers Imong fruit men. The latter count on reasonable, not excessive, averago profits during a. period of ten, twenty or thirty years, or dm ing the entire period of Itheir lives. A Reminiscence of The Crimean War. The New Ymr now is ours to fill With treasures for eternity ; With pain or pleasure. good or ill, Just what we choose this ycnr Ihnll h And while for happiness we yearn, ()h, let us east away our fear, And by the light of Christmas learn To win indeed a glad New Year. A New Year Greeting. BY EL“ 90"”:- A glad New Year we often say, And now nom out our heart repeat The good old greeting here to-day To whomever we um“ moot. We have reached and rte-resolved By present to rodeem the put, Yet each year finds us more involved In sin and failure than the last. A glad Now‘l' ear I For, 10. the old, Wxth all the shadow that it cast, Its failurus, like a tale that‘s told, [mat night dropped into the past. But, alas! that New Year's morning Brought, brief tidings of sad woe : “ Killr‘t! while at his post at duty, Buried underneath the snow." Still I live on thm’ the anguish of that sad and heavy Mow ; Life ! Nay, ‘tis not 1170 without him Whom I loved long year: ago. In my lrrcast I place the flowerei, And, ihro’ bitter tears that flow: See a noble hero's heart-blood Crimsonimr the fallen snow. And I cherished well the blossom, Wore it ever 'gainst my breast Where I hoped a loving heart would Soon return to me and rest. ’Twiil remind you of your lover, Faithful, tho' far o'er the sea. Who, because his country cal‘ed him, ()nly could be torn from thee." " Red its petals, as my heart's blood, Liv 'tlmt heart for only thee. Keep this roeebud, oh ! my darling, ’Twill remind thee oft of me. Ah! 'tis New Year's and the snowflakes Fall upon the ground below; In my hand I hold a roschud, Gathered, oh I so long ago. Gathered in the golden summer When the western wind was low, “ Take this flower, dear love," be whispered, That was many years ago. Y t E a. a a? p i 5 ">9 cV' “I have lived And hue loved.” BY ARCHIE HACK Two Visions. “Y NORA LAUGH El, IOZH'CVV one w Schiller.