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“Shall we take tickets for the cmzcert tic-night) ‘3" inquired Captein Yates presently. ’“ Some of the fellows at my club were talk- ing about Stella yesterday, and they say she is a glorious creature. She won’t: sing at the Opera, it seems, although she has been offered splendid engagements, not only here, but in Paris end Vienna. She slips quietly away directly after her last song is over; and not even a prince of the blood royal would be allowed to hand her to her carriage, if he went: on his knees in the mud to solicit the favour.” ” You must: have been very industrious to have acquired all this information in such a. Lawrence had landed three or four days ; but), somehow, he dreaded to go to Castercon. He knew that; Elsie was not there ; he know also now how cruelly he had misjudged her, for Cecilia. was by this time the happy wife of Scephene Laue, whom she had loved secretly for years. and had won him so en- tirely to herself by her patient devotion, that: he had nr‘tz one regre’a hr the past, or one hope for the future, which she did not fill. Lawrence had been five years away, and a. great: longing he could not: stifle had brought him back. Captain Yates had come home in the same ship, upon sick leave, but: the voyage hed done wonders for him ; and, as he stood in front of the glass, arranging his necktie with due precision, no one could fail to admire his handsome face and mnnly figure: And so warenca lingexed on m town dreading to meet; the certainty of a loss which he knew must make his ywhole life desolate. Nothing ever occurred to authenticate the scandal Miss Merridew hid seb afloat, and so it died away gradually. Rose Cottage had another tenant ; and the egress grew high on the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Langbon in Castorton Churchyard. Often, may be, poor Elsie, struggling desperately with the world, envied them the blessedness of their repose. “ Have you heard the new contralto ‘2" iiqiired Captain Yates of Lawrence Maber- 1y, as the latter sat with a. newspaper in his hand, Waiting patiently until his friend should have completed his somewhat elabor- ate toilet). “ I should be committinvg 57‘;le injustice towards you if I did.” answered Elsie, very softly; “ for it is only righh So tell you that I love some one else." A little While after this, 121165 furniture a Rose Cottage was sold by auction, and the proceeds of the sale. minus the expenses. were forwarded to Elsie by cheque at one of the London post-dimes ; although which, Miss Merridew, Whose fretful curiosity led her to ply the auctioneer with innumerable Questions, failed to discover. “ I only ask that you will try to like me,” he said ; “and, for the rest, I am contented to abide your own time. I do verily believe I could muke you happy, Elsie ; and the poor little one is nob strong enough to battle with the World, even in your arms. She shall be to me as my own child if you will only consent: to become my Wife.” “ You are very good to tell me this, for I am sure it must have been an cfiorh. I will not trouble you any more ; but always re- member that, if you are in want of a friend, you} may rely upon me, for that nothing earthly will give me so much pleasure as to feel myself of service to you.” So Paying, he left the room, Without once looking back at the woman he had loved with a love which, if not: sensitive and deliâ€" cate, was, Ab any rate, honest and true. He turned vary pale; bub his face was resolute and calm. A week after this, the libale World of Cas- terton was astonished to hear that Elsie Langton had left early in the morning, tak- ing her sister with her, and had gone no one know where. Miss Merridew had 9. good deal to say in the matter, of course ; and, not being resbmined by any consideration» of truth, her narrative supplied all necessary details. Poor Elsie, so honourable and conscien- tious, was supposed to have fled before he: modifiers; and the tale went round glibly from mouth to mouth after Mina Merridew’a false tongue had set it a-going. Cecilia knew better, for Elsie had written to her at: the lush, saying that she was weary of waiting for Fortune to come to her, and was going to seek it boldly. She did not mention Where, but she promised to write again “when her fortune W38 made; and, until then, deer Cecilia.” she concluded," "trust: me always even as I would trust: you.” Cecilia shook her head. She did not know What to suggest. It seemed hard to discour- age Elsie “hen she was so brave and willing ; but she knew that: such a position was beâ€" yond, not her talents, but her age ; and Cecilia was too sincere a friend not no speak the truth when she was asked. But is seem ed as if the drfficulby might; be solved in an other way, alter all. Stephen Lane waited until after the funeral, and then he came to plead a second time for that which had already been denied him once. Lawrence, had he been bhere, would have given it the lie, simply guided by his know- ledge of Elsie’a character ; but the others were tolerably credulous, so true it is bhnt people, who will not: believe any good of you, unless it is well autheuicated, are quite willing to take an evil report: upon trust. Elsie was voting and sanguine, and did not renl'ze the difficulties of the plan she had formed. Her extreme youth was a barrier to any enterprise of this kind, and Cecilia Maberly reminded her of this direct- ly in was mentioned to her. And they also foundâ€"which was the only comfort Elsie could have had in her great sorrowâ€"thaw this your, wherein Mr. Lang- ton had alienated himself from his family and friends, had been one long prayer and preparation for death ; and the entries in nis diary were of a nature to corroborate other testimony to this (fl'ecn. It: was fortunate for Elsie shat she had so much to do at this crisis. The hundred pounds hud dwindled considerably by the time all the little debts that: will accumulate, in spite of any care, hsd been paid, and she found herself wish a. very small sum in hand. She hoped to increase this by the sale of her furniture, &3. ; and then her plan was to establish aschool for little children, if possi his, and by these means to support herself and sister. ' “ But, then, Whésb am Irto do 17” inquired Elgaiotgwuynfqlly. ELSIE‘S BIRTHDAY GIFT. A STORY OF WOMAN'S DEVOTION. “Wth kept: you sBI'I'Oqul‘F‘r HéfivgaVl'xed, under his breath. “ The poor child is dead, than T” “ She has been in heaven as whole year how," replied Elsle, simply, just as she would have spoken in the days gone by ; “ and her life was so full of sulfering, poor darling, that I was almost glad to feel that she was at ease, and happy. I worked for her at first : later 1y I have worked because it was difficult to sit still, cross one’s hands ldly, when one’s thoughts were such hopeless companions." Hecould see the hot, eager flush thahgreet- ed this question. “I had no one to care for me.” “ You never wrote to Cecilia," he said, reproachfully ; “ and yet she was a. friend whom you might have trusted 31waya." Stella sang no more that night. She was led half fainting from the platform ; and by noon the next: day it was known all ovel town that the “previous attachment” had turned up in the shapa of a. tall stranger with a. l_n_.1ge Fed lward. ”Iwill nevér sing Ito than again,” she said, softly ; “ never~uever I I am weary of it: all, and now that lihhle Mary is gone He saw her suddenly tether, and turn as pale as death. She looked ab him implor- inglv, without), perhaps, knowing that she did so ; and her nervous fingers went: be her neck, round which she wore a piece of black velvet}. with a tiny locket attached thereto. He knew this again, anyhow, and remem- bered how he had given it: to her the day he first lefn home, calling her his little wife, his own Elsie, and bidding her be faithful to him until he came again. Nob that‘ Lawrence’s beard was red, but it: might: have looked so in jealous eyes, by lamp-light, as Stella’s disdainful hand open- ed the carriage-door for him to enter, and take a seat by her side. The ancient duenna. who accompanied her everywhere, was in her usual post, so that there could be nothing to say on that; count; and Stella, scooping forward her radiant face, seemed to cast away her crown behind her; and become once more a. Woman, tender, loving, and true. Asauredly it; could not be Elsie. He was revolving this question in his own mind, and at] each pause in his mental argument he looked up ab her fixedly, either for confirma- tion or denial of some particular clause in his bill of objections. Some magnetic 8.1:- tra-ction drew her glance towards his, and their eyes meb. At least, he knew that she was like Elsie, but Elsie grown to magnificent womanhood, such as he had never conceived it possible for his little plsyfellow of olden times to attain. The gracious prettineus of the girl must have been succeeded by the most perfect and extra- ordinary development, if this were Elsie, Who was diflident over her little song in s Casterton drawing-room, and yet sang so calmly and sweetly in face of a crowd. She was certainly very beauti’ulâ€"thau was his first: impression ; and then he had an odd instinct that he was meant to rezognize more in her than this ; that standing there so calm, and grand, and pale, a queen in her pride and splen'ior, she was near to him through some tender memory he could not: trace. It W‘LB only by the clapping of hands, and the passionate approval of the audience, that he knew Stella had appeared, and then his reverie was suddenly broken, and he looked up. It: was strange how, all the rest of the day, Lawrence dwelt; upon the coming entertain- mentâ€"almost as eagerly, in fact, as a school- boy goiuq out for a holiday. He could not account for this feeling in any Way, hub he was conscious of a certain expecfancy that kept him restlessly on the alert. He had been ready and Waiting a full hour when Captain Yates called for him in his cab. and they went: ()3 together. All the first part of the concert) seemed to Lawrence “flab, stale, and unprofitable ;” bun, very strangely, Elsie was in his thoughts all through ; and, therefore, he could not feel weary. “I will,“ Captain Yates said; and Law- rence waited outuide whilst he went in. He looked at the plan of the Hall, and secured good seats just opposite the platform; and then they strolled quietly along Oxford Street, noting everything they passed, as men are wont to do who have been some time absent from their native country. Re- turning, Captnin Yates went into his club ; Lawrence repailed to his lodging. “I hope you do our lhglishwomen in- justice. I think you must, otherwise the Duke of Lauder-dale would have been marri- ed long ago." “He is quite an excepbion to the rule.” “I should be sorry to think so. But here we are at the Hall ; will you take the tickets, or shall I Y" “How many do it 1” Captain Yates said. "Very few hwe moral courage to resist; the tempmbion of rank and wealth.” “More shame to them I" replied Lawrence, in his deep, grave voice. A girl who would sell herself for the sake of such splendid misery, must be without) conscience and withoub ahama.” “ That: is a step from the sublime to the ridiculous,’ answered Lawrence, with a faint smile. “ But is she supposed to be so very handsome, as well as accomplished.” “Ibelievesol She's the loveliest woman in town I’ " I suppose she is making a fortune fast,” “There’s no doubb of that; and what’s more, she might marry any one she liked. The Duke of Lauderdale was after her all last season, but; she wouldn b so much as look at; him. and her conduct; is so dignified and cold, shat is is supposed she must have an attachment somewhere.” “A woman is not obliged to have an attachment because she sannds on her digâ€" nity, in order to repel the advances of those coxcombs who flutter round the heels of a celebrity, in the same way that a. moth flut- ters round a csudle. In such a public posi- tion as here. she has need to be careful ; and unless the Duke of Liuderdale is very much altered to what; he was five years ago, I should imagine that nu woman who respect.~ ed herself would feel flattered by his anten- bion.” "Most: of 1113 girls would be glad to catch him anyhow. ’ .. Why,'the fellows could talk of nothiég else hast night. Everything is named afcer her. they say, from a. polka to a man-of- war.” short time,” remarked Layreqqe ogrelegqu. It had been previously settled that Elsie was to stay the first week with the old peo- ple; and, therefore, she found herself pre- sently in fine quiet village street, leaning on Lawrence’s strong arm, and walking soberly in the wake of vhe elders. How vividly all Elsie sang to them, and was a thousand times happier in their approval than ehe had been in the passionate admiration of crowds. But the pleasant hours passed swiftly. Little Cissy had closed her blue eves in sweet slumber a long While, when Dr. Mabel-1y, glancing at the clock. pretended to be fright- ened at the lateness of the hour, and hurried the others away. There was a happy little reunion that even- ing in Cecilia’s drawing-room. Dr. and Mrs. M aberly and Lawrence came early. and the honours of the evening were divided between Stella. and Cissy, Cecilia’s only child, a. beau- tiful little creature of three years old, whom grandpa. and grandmamma evidently did their heat to spoil: Execrated by all, she lived a lonely life enough ; and died, as such women deserve to die, neglected and alone. It seemed like a. dream, too bright to be brue, when Elsie, alighting from the carriage at) Cecilia’s door, found herself in her friend's arms. Cecilia kissed and scolded, and scolded and kissed, Whilab Stephen Lane looked on, shrugging his shoulders, and laughing. Cecilia was overjowed when she found that Elsie was coming amongst them again. Stella’s fame had reached even the Casterton world; and they were all eager and restless with excitement when LLWI‘GDOB taught them to identify her with the bright. gentle girl Whom they had known so well in days of yore. Miss Merridew went about whispering scandal, as was her wont, and declaring that she knew all kinds of things for certain, “reliable authority,” and all that kind of thing; but she had called “Wolf, Wolfl” so often, that people listened to her cry no longer, and her malignant gossip met with the utter cotempt it deserved. ”In her heart, Elsie echoed his prayer fer~ vently; and, long after he was gone, she seemed to hear his tender, deep voice mur- muriug those sweet words which gave a new hope to her life. “ Nob tonight.” Mrs. Darwent; had passed on in front, and Lawrence stooped his lips to Elsie’s hand as it lay quietly in his. “ It has been weary work waiting all these years, longing always for a sight: of your face,” he sighed ; “ and the parting was cruel ; but we have met; at last, and I pray heaven that: we may never be separated again?!” “ I must go there tomorrow myself, and you will allow me to tell them than you are coming. My mother will be only too glad to receive you; and I'll answer for it Cecilia shows as much concern as you could require. She has always spoken so affectionately of you in all her letters; and I know there is nothing in your profession, lsie, so nobly as you have comportod yourself, which could alter her feelings toward you. I hope 1 have said enough now to induce you to come, for it: Will be a holiday in Costerhon when they gel: you there once more.” “If you could tell how Ilonged to goâ€"” The carriage stopped at this minute, and Mrs. Darwent woke up suddenly, and began to rub her eyes,and also herchillyfinger-tlps. protesting that she was almost frozen to death. “ What train shall you come by to-mor- row?’ Lawrence said, softly, as he helped Elsie ouc. “ I see you mean to keep me to bhe poinb," {replied Elsie, smiling. “ VVon’t you come “I know y‘ha’: you were going to Bay, Flsie. ” “ Well, what ?” “ You would go down to Castcrton, and pub Cacilia’ a friendspig to t_he proof. ” ur‘ “ Poor Mrs. Derweuh is tired, and I see she has been dozing this last half-hour. She generally nods all the way home.” “ Do you live far out of town?" ” Not now. Wlen little Mary was dead, I came back. It: was more convenient; and, besides, I missed her hourly there. I have a house at: Nobtiug Hill, where it) is quiet; and, as this is the last: concert of the season, and I have refused all engagements for the provinces, shall be quite free again, andâ€"” me to hear a. frantic audience shouting my name; but it: was a true and moan fervent pleasure to receive the rich earn- ings which were to give little Mary the country home she had longed for so cften. Her hand was full of violets when she died. and her last; breahh passed 50 softly and 05.me through hsr lips, that it: was like the sigh of 9. weary child sinking to sleep." F lsie pmsed a minute, and her voicc was broken bv agitation. Then she rallied, and tried to speak' in a. gayer tone. 5 “ I have a strong inélinratriitinhrnbrtvi; so, after whgtg you have told me.” “Nay, but; I did very well. And it was better 50, Lawrence. My head might have been turned by all the adulation I met later, if it had not been for the and experiences that: preceded it. As it was, I was only thankful. never elated. It was no joy to “I understand you, Elsie. You starved that she might have plenty.” “I never said that.” “But; it was like you. You always would sacrifice yourself for others, if you could.” 1.\~r .1 n. Elsie's voice trembled with the joy of such sweet approval, as she replied, softly, “ Little Mary first gave me the thought. She was strangely precocious and grave, and she would make me open the windows of our little attic to look at the stars ” "You lived in an attic, then] Oh, Elsie!” “It was a weary struggle at first. Law- rence; how could it be otherwise? But heaven was so goodâ€"~30 mercifulâ€"success came before it was too late; and I had the comfort of knowing that my darling wanted for nothing at the last, and was never Injur- ed really, or even knew much of the trials I had gone throvgh.” “ May I ask what] induced you to adopt this disguise, Elsie? You had nchhing to be ashamed of, surely. Yours want an honest calling. and Cecilia. would have heard you as much praised under your new name as your old.” " Because, you see, my poiition was an altered ; and people like Cecilia, Who live out of the world, from choice and necessity both, generally regard notoriety as a sin. I would not have claimed the renewal of her friendship under false pretences, and yet I hal such a dread of allowing her to re- cognize me under the name of Stella, that I have refrained from writing at all.” “ I know that ; but: I fancied, somehow. that she would not care for me now.” “ Why not 2” She hesitated such along time, and he was obliged to repeat his question at: last. ?" The cleanest and most perfectly-polished_ hard wood floors have no water used on them They are simply rubbed every morning with a large flannel cloth which is occasionally dipped in paraffin-oil. The floor is rubbed with the grain of the wood, not across it. This is better than waxing. “See here, Mr. Grocer,” said 23 Hartford housewife, "if you are going to bring me any more goods I want them to be the very best.” "We keep none but the best.” “I presume so ; you must sell the worst in order to keep the best.” “Pat, is that true thatI hear ?” “An’ What’s that, yet honor?” “That you are going to marry again.” “That‘s so, yer honor.” “But your first Wife has only been dead a week.” “Shure she’s as‘ dead now as ever she will be, yer honor.” G. F. Symons, an eminent English me- teorologist, in a recent scientific paper on the phenomena of thunderstorms argued that instead of running to the nearest shel- ter to escape wetting during a shower, peo- ple should allow themselves to be drenched with rain, because if thoroughly wet it would be impossible for lightning cokill them. But how about death-colds that might thus be caught, and all that sort of thing? It is true that the average man in a. thundestorm doesn’t Want to be struck by lightning, but it is also nature] for him to escape s. wetting if he can do so without exposing himself to electrical dangerâ€" [Philedelphia Record. Small boy ~Pa, What is hypocrisy? Father (speaking from experience,â€"Hy- pocrisy, my son, is shaking hands cordially with your neighbor, and then, when his back is turned, kicking his dog savagely. An Allahabad paper recently received de- scribes a curious search for treasure believed to be buried in the Alford park in that town. It seems that some years ago before the mutiny the then Prime Minister of the King of Delhi resigned his appointment and brought his family and worldly possessions to Allahabad, where he built a large house and an underground chamber to keep his jewels and treasure. This latter is said to have included 2. lakh of gold mchurs, of the kind now now valued at 28 rupees each. Shortly before the mutiny he died, and, during the disturbance, his family fled, cov- ering up the chamber as best they could. When order was restored a line of barracks was constructed by order of Lord Canning on the site of the village in which the ox- Premier’s house was built, and the existence of the underground chamber was forgotten by all cxcept some relatives who, on trying to reach it on one occasion were so stung by hornets whom they had disturbed that it was taken as a sign that it was God's will that the treasure should be reserved for a future generation. In course of time the barracks were also abolished, and the present park laid out. Recently the existence of the treasure was brought to the attention of Captain Hamilton, an old resident of Alla- habad, who had helped to prepare the site for the barracks. He obtained as much inâ€" formation as could be got from the existing relatives, and obtained from the collector permission to die; and a police escort. On May 22 about, 60 coolies were set to work, and they soon came upon some masonry, but unfortunately a young cobra was un- earthed just then, and the men refused to work any more, believing that the treasure was guarded by cobrzs, and that it was an act of sacrilege to dig for it. The excava- tions, however, had been recommenced and were in progress when the mail left. “ Do you think I would let my wife keep me all the while I had strength to work, Elsie ? Hold your money, and only give me your deer self ; and when the five years are ended that I have still to serve for my pen- sion, we will return home, and enjoy the noon of our life and the sober even-tide in the village where we were bobh born. After all, we are the wiser for having had to wait: for our happiness, Elsie. You were but a. child when I first) wooed you, and though your love was very precious even then, in is infinitely more precious now. The faith that has endured through these years will endure to the end ; we can trust each other better ; our love is fuller, deeper, tenderer; and, looking back, I can say firmly what; I never thoughn to say, that; your mother, in dying, had such wisdom as our imputlent youth could notundersband, when she spared lihble Mary for a. while as ‘Elsie’s Birthday Gifo.” “ Only that it ought not to be necessary for you to go back, under these circum» stances.” “ Thankful-1y. Lawrence. But you must remember that Stella is not such 9. poor bride as E’sie would have been." “My (love, my dear!” he said, holding her against him. with a long, pgasionato strain. “The Simeon sails on the 5*)h of next month ; will you be ready 1’” “ Wherever you go, I will go.” “Oheerfully?"_ “I don’t: want; to know anything about thab, E‘sie.” “ Dsar Lawrence.” she murmured, “you know that; before, when I forcod mv lips to any ‘No,’ my heart was mying ‘Yes’ all the while." Hér head fell 50 much lower, that it rested on Lawrence’s breast), and, from this shelter, she looked up at hiu}_bepderly. the post came back to her then I As they passed under the great elm, which still threw s broad shadow over the house where her childish days had been passed, she felt oppressed, almost to pain, by the eager tide of reminiscences that swept over her. Once more she was unhappy, thoughtless girl, rioh in blessings. ignorant of the great world in which she would soon have to bear her part, and faithful even then, as now, to the patient hope which had kept her brave through every trial. When they got into the hours, B“. and Mrs. Msberly went straight upstairs, and, when Elsie would have followed. she found Lawrence barring her path. He stooped his eager eyes to her face, and said, softly, under his breath, ‘ Once, when you were standing just where you stand now, I asked you a question, Ekie, and you answered me nay. 1. have no pro- psr pride, I dare say, for I’ve a mind to try my luck as second time, and see if I can get a different reply.” He paused, and she bung her head, flush- ed and tremulous. “Can’t; you guess that I am going to nagyot} to‘b_e_x_ny wife ,3” A Curious Search. Stay in the Wet. [THE END.J There can be little or no doubt about its being a fact that the trend of public opinion in Canada is increasing against anything like annexation to the States. For a while it was different. A great many quite thoughtful people while not particularly desirous of such a result themselves, thought that sooner or later the thing was inevitable,that the greater body would assuredly in the social as in the natural world attract the smaller, and they were therefore reconcilln themselves to what they thought coul not be avoid- ed and were trying to make the most and the best of it. This feeling has of late been steadé'iy and surely dying out. That which is in King its place is not exactly one of allenati x, but it is one of resolute recoil from any nearer or closer connection with the neighboring Republic‘, than what has been all along. Even the wish for unre- stricted reciprocity, or anything like it, has to a large extent disappeared or is fast go- ing. The late all but insufferable insolence and swagger, both of the Yankee Govern- ment and people, is working its way among the Canadian people and is making many who used to be rather for advocating Yankee connection ashamed to think they could ever have thought of such a thing. Not much is being said, but a good deal is evidently being done in the way of think- ing, and the current conclusion reached is that Canada is neither for sale nor capture ; that Canadians are going to paddle their own canoe and that for Canada to put itself in the power of its neighbors by ensnaring alliances eitner in the way of reciprocity or sameness of tariff would be a step as foolish and suicidal as could well be imagined. Our neighbours are never tired of telling Can- adians What a poor beggarly country they have and how entirely it is dependent upon the good will and forbearance of the wonderful people to the south. Ah, well! So be it. Let them go their way and Can- ada will go hers, determined as she is 1: Work out her own destiny, and well pleased with her country and its belongings, what- ever others may think or say. The States can no doubt do Without Canada. and Can- ada can pleasantly return the compli- ment, as she says, with you if possible, but Without you if necessary. Bound to fetch ‘em.â€"Miss New-Camera Dear me I We want to take the boat: for Mayville and we have forgotten our ticxeta. Miss Skinnerâ€" 0h, never mind, we Will rush up at the last minute and cry ; they will let: us through. The Prince of Wales’ home farms M Sand- ringham now extend over 2,000 acres. There is the Hall dairy farm, on which are very fine herds of Jersey and Kerry castle, and a. small flack of Sounhdowns. The Wolferbon and Bhbingiey farms have the herd of Short- horns, the breeding flack of Soubhdowns, and the studs of heckneys and Shire horses. The Appleton Hall farm, which was formerly tenanted by the authoress of “Eighteen Years on the Sendringham Estate," is given over tolees chaice stock, 1'. e., store salable and sheep. H. R. H. has nearly one hundred hackneys at Wolferton, and about seventy Shire breds, and bhere will be a biennial sale from these studs, 5118 first: of which is to be held next summer. There are ban brood mares in the thoroughbred stud. Ssndring- ham Perk contains 9. very curious herd of wild, white-horned cattle, which descend from some animals than were senh b0 the Prince from Hungary by Counc Festetics. Harvard University recently conferred on Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes the dogree of A. M. It long ago conferred on him the degree of LL.D. I‘he unprecedented course of con- ferring the lower degree later was, we under- stand, due to a suggestion of his own, in cmsequence of a. desire on the part of the faculties to bestow on him every honor. He anggesbed that his record seemed complete wlbh that exception, and signed his nobe, “ I A.M. youn, etc.” " The Woman’s Journal ” mentions a young artist of Boston, Miss Caroline King, who was earning a fair income, but was anxious to make enough in addition to en- able her to visit Paris in the interest of her art studies. A New York firm made a con- tract with her for a. series of designs repre‘ senting the various industries of women, and Miss King received an order for three hun- drad dollars, which would enable her to make the Paris trip ; but being informed that they wxre to be used to decorate cigarette pack- ages, Miss King felt that she could not con- scientiously furnish them. She gave vp the three hundred-dollar order and with it her European trip. Cardinal Nu wmm, who is now in his 89th year, is haunted by a dread of losing his night. In a recent: letter from Garmany, Where ha is now sojourning, he alludes in pathetic terms to this fear. His greatest: concern is that he would after such a 1033 be unable to ofiisiate any longer at the sacrifice of mass, which is now his only consolation, excepb the recollection of a useful and well- spent life. E npreaa Frederick receives £40,000 a year from the German government. The fortune left to her by the chhesa of Galliera. brings her in £12,000 a year, and she hes a life interest in the trust estate of her husband. In All 3118 hm rbmt £70,000 a year, ' ' Y FlorenceN'ghtingaleis now nearly 7b years of age, and although she has been an invalid for a long time, she has never allowed her interest: in every good work Do droop or wither. The well known essayist, Philip Gilbert: Hamerton. hasjuat lost his son, Richard Elward Hamerbon, who died very sud- denly in Pdris, where he held the chair of English literature in the University of France. When walking out, tbs Empress of Russia always carries a. large fan, with which to screen her face from those who share rudely at: her. JAmes Russell L )Well has wriubeu a. sym- pathetic introduction to a new and beauti- ful edition of the “ Complete Angler,” to be published by Little, Brown & 00., Bar ton. Mrs. Humphrey \Vard has just been ofl'ered $5000 for a story of 30,000 words. W. M. Rosecti has in press in London a. volume of reminiscences of his brother, Dmte Gabriel Rosetti. An Interesting unpublished manuscript by Lincoln will be given to the public in the September Century. The writings of Zola, Boccaoio and Rabelais have been suppressed in Enghmd. About Annexation. PERSflNALS.