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THIS UPPER DISjS MQINES. ALGOISAaOWA^WEDNJESDAr, MARCH 4,1891. fHE SONG OF THE MARKET PLACE. fifty <ws the throng Mint poiirml through tho stives of the olil I'Ynnch town; Tho wall* with ImnMnir streamed, and tho flnga loosed iip/uid down. "Vivo Troll Vive Troll" tho shout of the people rent the nlr, And the eattiirtti shook nml roared, And tho bn/ls worn nil nhlaro. JBofc, croMchcil liy St. Peter's fount, n beggar with Wevy iiml f.tlntdni) starved, with eyes that wero dad an,I svild, Oared on the passing crowd, nnd cried as It went ftnd canii— "Alms, for the lovo of God! Pity In .Iran's name.!" few worn th«ruins Hint fell In tho llttln cupohe bore, But she lookcil nt her Btarvlng babo nnd cried from her he-art tho tnoro! "Alms, for tho lovo of God! Mother of .losu, henrl" Tho Rteeple.'i rfioolt with bells, nnd tho prayer wns drowned In a cheer. But seal through tho thoughtless crowd comes one with a regal fuco. 01 llio beggar's prayer, and turns with a "Alma thoii iihnlt have, poor soiill—Alng, not a BOU tonlifirol But gtny I"—mv.l 'm doffa Ma lint and atanda In tlio crowded H(|iittro, 'Tlicn from liln lu'iirl ho sang n llttlo song of tho BOlltlt, AfnrolT rrndlc BOHR, that fnll from Ida mother's mouth. And tho illn wiw hushed In tho Rquarc, and tho poojiio fclou'.l an inuto As tho boiiNts In tho Throclan wood when Orpheus i touclioil hlfi Into. Tlio melt In;; tuner censed, and n Hob from the llsl'ncra caiiio. "Mttrlol" cried a voice, nnd tho throng caught up tho nniiio. "Met-loP'ond tho uottiH rained lllto a shower of Koltl, TO1 tho H|IIK"I"H lint o'erllowod Illto Midas' clients ft old. "Sister," ho fwH, and turned to tho beggar ' crouching there, Tnlio It; tho (jolrl In thluo; Jean hath hotn-d thy prftyor"— Then Mused tho whites faced child, and mulling went liln way, Gladdened with Itimlly thoughts nnd tho joy of holiday. 'That nlglit, when tho footlights Rhone on tho famous tenor's face, And ho bowed to tlio iiploiulid Ihrontf with Ilia wonted princely grace, Cheer after t'hee,r went up, and stormed nt with .. flnwiMfi, ho i;tood IJIto'a dnrlc nnd noblo pine, when tho blosHoma blow through tho wood. Wilder tho tumult j;row, till out of his llriodo- Rpalr Tho thought of tho bogKiu' rose, and tho song ho had mm;.; In tlio Bqiiaro, Balnlng hl!i hand ho mulled, and a sllenco filled Ihu tiln<.'i<, Whllo ho PHIIK that slmplo air, with tho lovo light oii'hhi face. Wot were tho Hhifer's checks when tlio lant.noto died r.wny— Brightest oC nil his bays, tho wreath that ho won that day I Bung for I ho lovo of God, ming for sweet pity's sake, Sons of tho marlcol. placo, tribute! of laurel take. —James Ducklmm. .DER ALTE.GILA P'HkON. They all thought lie was a fool; but then they often make mistakes like that. Kangaroos can't jump like'women when the women aro jumping at conclusions. You nee, tho trouble was that Collis Boattio—Collio they called him when they wanted to bo funny—did not havo much to-tiny. Ho uae;l to lio about tho liotol veranda in a. big steamer chair and /read novels. Ho wore a yachting suit ,-and cap aud a silk shirt. Ho did not (look a bit Bait, bocau.se tlio skin of hia :face was as white and as smooth as u ibaby'fi. So they laughed nt him for •wearing a yachting unit. All the other 'fellows wore tlftsin, because it was a • yachting port upon the Hound, and pretty - much every one went, in for Failing, which way aliii;;!. all thoro was to do at .the place. Cullio wimt .sailing <mco or twice when some generous fellow took pity on him and invited him. Thou the Women laughed at him moro, and in Btrango Gorman .called him Dor Alto Chaperon—tin; Old Cluiporo-.i -because b.o always wont down into tho cabin, Stretched himself on a locker and foil asleep, They said ho was afraid tho • spray would spoil Ida complexion. Collie didn't hoem to know that ho was being hmghoi'l ut.' If ho did know it ho did not mind it. He never said anything, but wont on reading novels. • German novels, too; and ho read them in the, original. It: was most exasperating. What business had a man iil> a gay, active summer resort to wear uanUcal toggery, have a skin like a queen's baby -and read Merman novels? Once some ••one said to him: "Come and play a game of billiards." "Thank you," ho replied, ''it's a little too much for me yon know.'' He certainly wan a fool—and a la/y ono, too. They tried him on several things, but he lay in the steamer chair and rend German. And there woro at least six beautiful girls in tho hotel. And every ono of them had been piqued into trying to interest him. But ho just Btaid in the steamer chair and read Ger- •maii, or \vent to !-leopin tho cabin of tho yacht. Ho didn't get seasick. They remembered that after ho wau gone, as one of his goe.il qualities. They had him out ono day when it blew fresh and there WHS a lively sea on, but he went, to sleep like a roekeil infant. Ho ojn't'jiinly was the most lurpid man that over lived. "Never mind," said Mrs. Bisbee one morning, "Miss Silvers i.-i coming here next week. Perhaps she'll wake him np." "You don't mean Matties Silvers, do you?" exclaimed Gertie Grc.er. "Yes, 1 do." "Oh, dear!" And Gertie's mouth went down at tha corners. "What'* the matter with Mattie Silvers?" inquired Ethel Brisket, "Oh, nothing," answered dertle, dejectedly; "only I was at a place where she was once." "Well, what of it?" demanded Sybil Vane, that tall, white girl, you remember. . "Well," Mghod Gertie, "every man in the house dropped right down at her feet." '•Oh, my! is she so very wonderful?" asked Ethel. "Oh, nothing much," replied Gertie; "just tho xuosi beautiful woman I ever eaw, and with two little millions in hoi- own ritt'ht." men; wns n pmntui silence anci an tho yotiiiR women looked glnm. Gertie was not a girl to bu snc'.'zed at, and she used her mirror. Her dojoction was ominous. The girls gazed anxiously at Mrs. "I don't want to bo disngreeable," she snid smoolbly, "but I'm afraid it's true." "What's her style?" asked Sybil. "Brown," replied Mra. Biaboe, sententious! y. "Brown?" "Yes; burnt sienna. Burnt sienna hair and eyes, dusky pink cheeks, dusky crimson lip?, silk plush complexion—all mTCiTn (mil coax—and two millions from her undo," t;aid Harold Beaver, wlio naa just come up. There was a general biting of lips, "Haven't seen her for three years," he continued, "aud" "Ahl Perhaps she has faded!" exclaimed Ethel. "Tho d unity browns don't fade much," said Harold. "No," (laid Mrs, Bisboo. "I saw her in a box at the Metropolitan last win- tor, and f'he. was radiant." "Why, fiho doesn't belong in New York," Sybil said. "No, Baltimore," responded Harold. "I don't woo what she wants to come away up hero for," grumbled Ethel spitefully. "What's the matter with Chesapeake bay?" "Well, who's coming next week," said Mrs. Bisbeo, moving away with Harold. I had n, letter from her mother today." "I hope she'll like him," iKnid Ethel, looking scornfully at Collio in his steamer chair. "That will not do any good," answered Gertie; "tho othermon will alllikoher." "Of course," said Sybil; "we're not worth two millions, any of us," "And we're not dusky browns," snapped Ethel, caressing a stray raven lock; " 'all cream and coax.' Humph!" "But she's a lovely girl," sighed Gertie; "or H!IO was two years ago. I haven't met her since then. I was at Capo May, You can't help liking her." "Oh, yes, I can, and I will," decided Ethel as they rose to go down to the water. The day before this paragon of heiresses was expected Phil Partridge invited till hands to go sailing on his sloop. And then he gol; a telegram which compelled him to go to tho city. But ho insisted on their going sailing just the same. His nailing master would take them, and they could invite Dor Alto Ohaperon to go along as his substitute. That made them laugh, But they got [Jollic out of his steamer chair and took liim along just tho same. Of course, he went right down into tho cabin and pro- pared to go to sleep. "Bless my soul!" exclaimed Mrs. Bis- boo, "that's a little too bad. The only man in tho party. I wouldn't stand it, girls," "Man!" exclaimed Ethel. "Call that pudding faced gelatine a man! Lord "orgivo us." "Oh, I say, Ethel," remonstrated Gertie, "you ought not to talk like that." "Don't say '-ought' to mo. I'm tired of doing what I ought to do," Ethel was 2(1 and her skin was growing yellow under her eyes. "Go down into the cabin and keep Dor Alte Cluiperon awake," suggested Sybil. "Do it yourself." -'Not such a bad idea," said Sybil, slipping down tho companion way. Collie Beattio was not asleep yet. He sat up imd stared as tho tall, white girl ::amo below. "Awfully good of you, you know," ho murmmvil. "Oh.il'snot so very good; but what ,lo you m<',-ni?" "1 mean your coming down here to keep mo ,'twiiko." Sybil turned just a triflo pink under ;ho ears. Had he boon listening to their conversation on deck? It must havo edi- lied him, she thought. "I came down to keep myself awake," she said hastily, aud then added, inconsistently, "Why don't you go oil deck nnd oujoy tho breeze?" "Because 1 can't enjoy the breeze," ho answered. "It's too strong for you, 1 suppose," said Sybil, with a, touch of scorn. "Yes, much too strong," "Make:i you chilly." "Yes, makes mo chilly." "Might spoil your complexion." "My what?" "Your complexion," "Didn't know 1 had any," "You're an white and pink as a baby." "That's true, but I don't think that's much of (i complexion for n man, you know." "Neither do 1. 1 should think you'd get a little sunburn on you just from shame." Collie laughed. He seemed to bo immensely amused. Ho had a funny way of being aimwed at thing, 1 - .that didn't amuse oilier people. It vaa jolly for him, bill, it made 1'ie other people angry. "IT you're going to laugh at my conversation I'm going back to tho—the girls," exc.laimed Sybil, springing up the steps, Collie laughed BOUIO more. Then ho stretched himself on tho cabin locker and laughed again. Next ho closed his eyes and smiled. A minute later ho was sound asl-.'.'p. All the women came dowu and looked at him hall' an hour later, Ho didn't seem much to look at. lie had deep lilies under his eyes when ho slept, and a worn appearance. Yet they all looked at him and despised him. Ho just •slept on and didn't mind it. "Valuable person to have on a yachting excursion, isn't ho?" whispurfid Ethel, with a genuine growl in her pretty voice. "If I had a thing like thai, for a husband I'd—but 1M .never have one." "Let's go ou deck. I do believe it's fallen dead calm," said Mrs. I.iisbee. So it had. Tho Clover's mast was plumb perpendicular. So wero her mainsail and her jib. Tho water looked like molasses. Ami it was seething hot. The skipper s-ii-.l there was going to be a squall, and sent the ono sailor, a boy, aloft to futl tho topsail. Tho skipper was right, '['hero was going to be a equall. Big blue black clouds were piling up in the northwest. Lightning j played around their lower edges. The skiuuer said it would not be a bad sown.ll. •iwe viorer woitm fitancl it tinder 310 and mainsail. It came along in a few minutes. Yon could see it strike the water over near tho Connecticut shore. It made the surface six shades darker. Tho girls had their rubber goods on, but the skipper Raid it would not rain. However, they had heard skippers say that before. Tho squall came bounding over the sound. Then, Ihoy never knew how it happened, but the boom gave a terrific jump right across tho yacht. It hit the skipper on tho head and knocked him senseless. Tlio next moment he wag halfway over tho lee rail with seven shrieking women pulling at him. The yacht was pretty nearly on her beam ends and the sailor boy wim paralyzed. Then Collio Beattio walked up out of the cabin rubbing his eyes. "Did some ono scream?" ho asked. "Oh, look at that useless thing!"cried Et,h-'l, tugging at tho leg of the skipper's IrotlKCTH. Whereupon Collio woke up. Ho brushed tho women aside liko so many fik'3 nnd pulled tho skipper into tho cockpit. Then ho let go the jib sheet, and tho yacht righted partly. "Here, my hid," ho called to tho boy, "tako tho wheel." Tho boy obeyed, and Collio pulled off his coat. There was a rod snot, in each of his cheeks. "Wliati's ho goiug to tloi"' inquired Gertie, awestruck. "Lord knows I'm glad to BOO him do anything," said Ethel. "Hard down upon your helm!" ex- daiinod Dor Alto Chaperon. "Mrs. Risbco. you and Miss Sybil please hold On wheel thoro a minute. Now, lad, nufb* sheet; in with it!" Collie and tho boy got tho main boom trimmed flat as the yacht came up into tho wind. Tho jib flapped madly. "Right your helm!" cried Collie. "The boy obeyed tho order. "Keep your head to it," was his next order. Then Collio sprang forward and slacked the jib halyards, unbent tho sheet, slid out on tho bowsprit, which was plunging into tho young seas liko a crazy poi-poiso, reefed the jib, came back, bent on the sheet and hoisted away again, while tho women huddled in the cockpit like petrified mummies. "Now let her blow," said Collio as he went aft, put on his coat and took the wheel. "Get the captain below," said ho to tho boy, "and givo him a good horn of brandy. He's coming to." Tho boy dragged tho skipper clown- stairn, the women all following in silence to see if they could do anything. Sybil Vane asked tho boy when thoy were bo- low whether ho hadn't better go up and sail tho yacht. "Gnotia not," said the boy. "That feller don't need no help. I can see that without a telonscup." Tho boy's judgment appeared to be- right. It was blowing great guns. But tho Clover was riding liko a canvasback duck. Collio looked very composed at tho wheel. The girl stared up the coin- panionway at him. Ho seemed to bo enjoying it, Tho captain recovered his senses presently and hurried on deck, "Go below and lie down, captain," said Collie; "your head must be rattling like a locker of shot in a gale." Tho captain looked surprised. "Who reefed Hie jib?" he asked. "I did," said Collio, humoring her neatly with the helm. The captain watched him do it. Then he went below and stretched himself on Collio'n favorite locker. "That man's the bust amateur sailor I over saw," ho said. Tho women looked at one another and heaved long sighs of relief. "That useless thing appears to bo some good after all," said Mrs. Bisbee to Ethol. "Hum!" said Ethel. Collio sailed the Clover back to her anchorage oil' the hotel after tho squall. They all wont ashore and ho immediately retired to his room and was seen no more until the next day. About noon ho was discovered in tho steamer chair with an unusually formidable Gorman novel. They surrounded him and began to thank him for bringing them in safely. Ho didn't seem to pay much attention to Uiom. Just kept listening for something down tho road. Presently the hotel stage came rattling up from tho station. "Here she is," said Mrs. Bisbeo, beckoning the girls. Aud thoy all deserted their preserver to see tho beautiful heiress. She was beautiful. There was no mistaking that, Tho girls groaned inwardly. She came airily up the steps, her brown eyes aflamo with expectation. She caught night of Der Alto Chaperon lying in his steamer chair. Sho ran right to him, throw both arms about his neck and publicly kissed him on the lips. "Collie dear!" who said passionately. "But, dear old fellow, you look real done up, aud 1 expected to find you so much better." Better? lie must have been sick, then, wliou hn eamo down. "Well, sweetheart," he replied, laughing, "1 havo been mending slowly but surely till yesterday,, when 1 had to do n little work aboard a boat and" "Aboard a boat! Now, dear, you know the doctor said you wero not to exert yourself, and when you sail a boat you always" "But we got caught in a squall and ' the captain—well, perhaps these young ladies will explain, Lot mo introduce ; you all to my iianceo." j And then the whole crew of them I figuratively got right dowu on their knees nn<l woryhipodDor Alto Chaperon. } it isn't much of a story, is it? But then it has a moral, Two, maybe.— W. J. He.iilev.5on in New York Times. A Wmuiiu'g lU'ixsoii. Auntie (reading)—"The government has contracted for a number of magazine guns." Now 1 wonder what a magazine gun in? Niece U'i'om Vassal-;—1 guess it's tho kind that go oif only once a month.— Pitisburi;- Bulletin. Mrs. Ilomoro, wife of tho Mexican minister at Washington, has had the back of he,r i\ec> photographed. SOCIETY'S BLESSINGS, CONVERSATIONALIST AND THE CLEVER DINNER GIVER. Pfilloxoplilcnl IloflecttoiiM tjpon the Ne- r.cgsltlcs of Perfect Social Soccesa— Tlirco ImIlsr*Mis»il>le fteqittrcTnantft— Three Opinion*. Three young men stood upon the street corner the other day. One was an "old chappie," the other wits an "old man," mid the third was a "deali boy." They were discussing the question of what won- t.ho greatest blessings on earth. "Old chappie" thought ti woman who conversed well was the noblest work of the Almighty; but then he is a great talker himself, and was speaking entirely from a personal point of view. Tho "old man," being a great eater, declared n man that gave good dinners was tlio best man in tho world, and the "deah boy," who is rich and lazy, thought a good family servant was the most desirable thing on earth. They wero r.ot far out tho way, after all. Now, tho woman who listens well is tho ono that converses well, for conversation is not monologue. Tho person that simply listens, although she appears to listen well, will eventually be found out. Sho is not so modest, if she is bright, that she is content to hear simply what you havo to say without having her own say. You aro boring her, and you'll find it out, and then j'our conversation will not luivo been pleasant to you. Sho is a flatterer, this listener, and nothingelso. She starts you on your hobby. She is wrapt in attention as you ride tho poor brute to death. You pause for an instant and she says a word showing tho deepest interest in a subject that is in reality entirely uninteresting to her, and off you go again. But when you finally dismount your Rosinante and tako your leave you are painfully, conscious that you did all the talking; that your . ideas were being exhibited the whole evening, and if you know that sha has ideas of her own you cannot help the reflection that she might herself have wished to give them a little airing, mid you may come to tho conclusion that the lady has been practicing a mild amount of hypocrisy. "Old chappie" was right when he said a woman that conversed well was a social' blessing, and there are many more blessings of this kind among women than there nro among men. Women, generally speaking, havo more leisure 'than men have; they read more light literature; they see more company, and they give more attention to the elegan- cies of life. Unfortunately the men who do nothing in our country, who should be tho ones to cultivato the ornamental side of life, aro not usually capable of cultivating anything but their own personal adornment. But if it is impossible to get a good conversationalist out of a fool that does nothing it is equally impossible to expect a man to cultivate this luxury of social life when almost all of his time is devoted to his business or his profession. The shop should not be lugged into the parlors or tho dining room, but how can it bo expected that it should be excluded from those' sacred precincts when men spend so much of their time in the shop? There should be more leisure, and then thero would bo more men who aro able to maintain agreeable conversations. Where t!:o conversationalist shines with rr.osf hinter is at dinner, a:i:l this bring* us around to the remark at tho begin nil!;,' of this article of the "old man," who thought that the giver of good iliimers was tho greatest social blessing of all. Perhaps he is, and he is not only a blessing, but ho is usually a man of intelligence as well. "Cookery is au art," .says Brillat Savarin, "but to roast requires genius." That is a remark that applys to cooks and not to tho employers of cooks. The kittur require talent, not only in the planning of the menu but also in the selection of the people who hru to discuss it,. A man is generally dependent upon tho servants in tho matter of the food and its cooking, and the good masculine dinner giver is thus nearly always a man of means; but tho female dinner giver, who is tho greatest blessing of all, need not be rich. Bad housekeepers, careless wives who do not love good eating themselves and are indifferent to tho feelings of others, always have poor cooks. But the woman who takes the trouble to teach tho cook and to superintend her when she is engaged in her difficult art—nay, the elegant, well bred lady who docs not disdain herself to sometimes make a good dish, and who is not ashamed to toll her guests that their praises of it aro due to her rather than to her cool:—this is the woman whom to to dine.with ia a pleasure. Tho subjeet of servants is perhaps the most import an: household problem of the present t:ay. The truth of the matter is thr.c American life doesn't develop good servants. The American would rather do anything else than bo a servant, because the servant is so generally degraded into a mere menial. To blacken another man's boots, to help another man to dross, to run on another man's errands, to bo obliged to submi t without a word to tho humors and petty tempers of another man—all this is something that clashes with the independent feel- inga of the Americans. Because of this valets and butlers are never Americans, but are usually foreigners, who swallow their pride, pocketing "perquisites" in the mean time, The colored man likewise, that used in the old times to be tho ideal house servant, is getting too independent to follow his old calling with humility. There ia not a bright outlook in this question of men servants. There will be no change for tho better, as indeed it it is unreasonable to expect that there should be. If any change is cu-sirable it is a change on tlio part of the employers. If they would treat their servants less as menials anil more as employes who are vquals, and are only subject to reasonable orders which they must execute respectfully, then there might be a larger supply of men who are willing to become house servants.—Washington Star. Art In Nineteenth frnfnry. In future years, when we -rrr.r.r through | the rooms devoted to the English painters in the Notional Gallery, we shall sum dp the history of the art of the century in a few broad sentences. We shall find that tho mass of the English painters have rr! iei'l simply upon nature, and persistently contented themselves with portraiture, the sentimental drama of daily life nnd the patient transcription of the phenomena of sea, sky and landscape. & the beginning of the century we shall notice that some painters named Barry, Fnscli. West and Haydon wero haunted by poetic ambition, and imagined that it was possible to begin where Raphael and Michael Aiigelb had left off, and so continue to interest mankind by the rearrangement of lifeless formulre and worn out conventions. The productions of these men remain, however, mere historical curiosities. Then we shall observe a change in tho current ideals of art and the appropriation of new stores of poetry and romance, of national legend and universal myth. But amidst tho leading exponents of tho new ideals we shall not distinguish common qualities other than evidences of wide literary culture, a tendency to dreaminess, symbolism and definiteness of sensible imagery, and a parti pris of imitative admiration of the works of the intense and complicated artists of the Fifteenth century, like Botticelli, Mantegua and Momling.— Theodore Child in Harper's, j BLE'---0.'JESS OF GIVINGI. Architecture In California, The Americans havo not the art of making houses or a land picturesque. The traveler is enthusiastic about the exquisite drives through these groves of fruit, with the ashy or the snow covered hills for background and contrast, and he exclaims at tlio pretty cottages, vine and rose clad, in their semi-tropical setting, but if by chance ho comes upon an old adobe or a Mexican ran,r,if'house in tho country he has emotions of a different sort. There is little left of the old Spanish occupation, but the remains of it make the romance of tho country and appeal to our sense of fitness and beauty. It is to be hoped that all such historical associations will be preserved, for they give to the traveler that which our country generally lacks, and which is so largely the attraction of Italy and Spain. Instead of adapting and modifying tho houses and homes that the climate suggests, the new American comers have brought to California from the east the smartness and prettiness of our modern nondescript architecture. Tho low house, with recesses and galleries, built round an inner court or patio, which, however small, would fill the whole interior with sunshine and the scent of flowers, is the sort of dwelling that would suit the climate and the habit of life here.— Charles Dudley Warner in Harper's. What Hvery Man Should ILuoiv. No part of tho toilet should ever be performed in public. All such operations as cleaning or cutting the nails, picking tho teeth, removing shreds of dried skin from the face or hands, pulling out stray hairs from tho beard, or scalp, should' bo performed in tho privacy of one's own apartment,.«ot on the street, in the ear or-boat, or in the drawing room. Some men consider they are quite justified in scraping and paring, their nails in tho presence of their families assembled at the breakfast table if they preface the action witli a perfunctory "Excr.sa me," or "By your leave." Others do not take the trouble to apologize even thus slightly. And without pessimism it may be affirmed that only exceptionally does one- find a man who will not pick his teeth after a meal, if not before guests or in a public restaurant, at least in the presence of his family. There aro still households in which it is considered quite a touch of elegance to pass a glass of toothpicks as the final course of the meal. Abstinence-from the above mentioned "small vices," and from others of the same school, may bo termed the first step in good breeding. Such avoidance is among the things a man ought to know and to practice.—Harper's Bazar. AVUcro linuhcloi'liood Is Taxed. A novel suggestion on the subject of taxation comes indirectly through the state department from Venezuela. Now that political economy is so lai'gely occupying the public mind, the suggestion may be very interesting and valuable to revenue experts. The municipal council of Caracas has promulgated a law which provide.* for an impost on all bachelors residing within the jurisdiction. Every unmarried man over 85 is required to pay an income tax of 1 per cent, on an income of not more than $5,000, or 3 per cent, if his income exceeds that amount. The poetic justice of this thing is in making these men who will not take upon themselves family responsibilities the duty of providing revenue for tho community. It is designed also to discourage the indulgence of single blessedness. It is possible that some reformer may make some such proposition to promote matrimony and raise revenue in this country.—Chicago News. Neliiifhndnezzur's Doorstep. In the Egyptian and Assyrian gallery of the British museum, and in close contiguity to the Hittite monument and the bronze gates of Shalmanezer, there is an object of more than ordinary interest— a bronze doorstep from the great temple of E-Saygil at Borsippa, a suburb or division of Babylon. The doorstep has not only the name of Nebuchadnezzar iu- i scribed upon it, but also mentions his | health or restoration to health. From this it is presumed to have been a votive offering.—St. Louis Republic. Somotliinc; tike I.euthor. Student (from Pontefract, alias Pomfret)—I say, professor, whatever did they make soldiers' shoes of in Cajsar's time? Professor—Of leather, I presume. Was there anything more suitable iu those days, do you think? Student—No; but not the kind we use, you know. 'Ow do you think the h'ides of March would 'ave answered?—Puck. ^phy of Bin*?:-- (lift* nml lining So 01 «••.•* Oi:n Pleasure. nr must be .- ...aiethlag very good to human nature or people would not experience: so- much pleasure in giving} there jmut be tovnethiug very bad in human. i:::':nro or i:::rr" people would try the experiment of giving. Those who do try it become enamored of it and get their chief pleasure in life out of it; and so evident is this that there is some basis for tho idea that it is ignorance rather than badness which keeps so many people from being generous. Of course it may become a sort of dissipation, or more than that, a devastation, as many- men who have what are called "good wives" have reason to know, in the gradual disappearance of their wardrobe if they chance to lay aside any of it temporarily. The amount that a good woman can give away is only measured by her opportunity. Her mind becomes so trained in the mystery of this pleasure that she experiences no thrill of delight in giving away only the things her husband does not want" Her office in life is to teach him the joy of self sacrifice. She and ill other habitual and irreclaimable rivers soon find out that there is next to ao pleasure in a gift unless it involves some self denial. Let one consider seriously whether he aver gets as much satisfaction out of a gift received as out of one given. It pleases him for the moment, and, it is useful, for a long time; he turns it over and admires it; ho may value it as a token of affection, and it flatters' his self ssteeni that he is the object of it. ButyC' It is a transient feeling compared with V that ho has when he has made a gift. That substantially ministers to his self esteem. He follows the gift; he dwells upon the delight of the receiver; his imagination plays about it; it will never wear out or become stale; having parted with it, it is for him a lasting possession. It is an investment as lasting as that in thoVebt of England. Like a good deed.it, jrows,.and is continually satisfactory. It is something to think of when ho first wakes in the morning — a time when most people aro badly put to it for want; of something pleasant to think of. This fact about giving is so incontestably true that it is a wonder that enlightened people do not more freely indulge in giving for their own comfort. It is,. above all else, amazing that so inanj- imagine they are going to got any satisfaction out of what they leave by will. They may bo in a state where they will enjoy it if. the will is not fought over; but it is shocking how little gratitude there is accorded to a departed giver compared to a living giver. He couldn't take the property with him, itissnitl; he was obliged to leave it to somebody. By this thought his generosity is always reduced, to a minimum. He may build a- monument to himself in some institution, but we do not know enough of the world to which he has gone to know whether a tiny monument on this earth is any satisfaction to a person who is free of the universe. Whereas every giving or deed of real humanity done while'he was living would have entered into his character;, and would be of lasting service to him — that is, in any future which we can conceive. — Charles .Dudley Warner, in Harper's. i>rc.s.s of Americana. AmHrir: 1 .:::; are the best dressed men of all nations that wear what w known as European attire—coat, pants and vest. The English are outlandish nnd the French too foppish, but the American is known throughout Europe by i he quiet richness and practical fit of hi's clothing. I often reflect upon this when lounging about the brilliantly lighted assembly room of the Southern hotel, as I note the faultless atlire of the gentlemen, particularly 1:!ii;;;;> from the oast and the large cities oi : die central states, as thej' spend a half hour before going out to the theatre or other engagement. The English tourist, with his abominable •'fit,'"is as easily re!.-.v'v.izyd as a western miner. A New Yorker can be told at sight; so can a Chicago man; the latter more by his manner perhaps than his clothes.—Interview in St. Louis Globe-Democrat. i Sheiirs tho Heat. English scissors are still called for by ladies, but tailors and others using scissors in their daily work have long since ceased to look for the Sheffield mark. This is very significant, and the fact that a tailor insists on American made shears is a great compliment, as the very best article is needed in cutting out garments. Ten years ngo English scissors brought double an apparently similar article of American make. Now the most costly shears in these days are of home manufacture, and every year a greater quantity of them is being exported. It is the boast of an eastern house that they ship shears regularly to Sheffield, and by so doing discount the oft repeated story aud fable about "shipping coals to Newcastle."—Interview in St. Louis Globe-Democrat, A Speech That Was Not Heard. Once a speech that was to be delivered by a well known political orator in Music hall never reached the public, although it had been carefully prepared and was in type in the offices of all the morning dailies. The speaker was present at the meeting all ready to address the groat audience, but the time consumed by the speakers who wero given precedence was so great and tho audience so wearied that the hall was cleared before the presiding officer had a chance to do more than to shout after the retreating forms that the meeting was adjourned.—Boston Transcript. £>r. Koch was until ten years ago an obscure country physician. His practice and his reputation did not extend be-' yoiid the- limits of the little town Q? Woolsteiu. a place so small and uniro. portant that it is only with much difficulty it c-nii bu found upon the map. Jix-Jiing Milan is to be allowed i'30,000 a year by vhe Servian regency. Ho has decided to establish himself in Paris and has bought a house there in the Avenue du Bois de Boulogne,

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