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,* •^ A Soen« In Church. B«Mi wtiut w ohurcb uue sultry d*; , Bb« k^pt awfkke, I'm tjlod to tiay, Till "fuurUily "started cu Ub way. Then tbt) uauinentH into bourn atom; Olidnar! tibdaftr! wbai Bhould she do'.' Ua»u«Q, slit) glided froui the i>ew. And up tlie aiHle deiuurtjly weut, On cool* ahHorbiuK ixiismou hent, Ht-r o>«« filled with a look iiituut. Bhe Htoj*}>tid &ud Haid, iu jtlaintive tone. With baud uplifted toward tbo dome, " PloMN*, preacbor-uitLu, con I go bouiei' Tbe treble voice, belMiko in Kouud, DiAturbed a aertnuu uiuut profouud, A titter swelled as it weut ruuud. A Hiiiite the paHtor'K face o'erHpreadâ€" He pauued and beut bit} Ht&tely head; •' VeM. little dear." b« gontly said. - Harpnr'9 Hasar. ^ Siullea. Hdt^ive uie ttmileH," tbe inaideu Haid, " I lili u uul tears and subs ami sigkiH ; 'I'bey tiil«uctiall life '8 utelodies, Aud veil Uud'u Huntihiue frum our eye^; HuiilcH wake the soul lo K»vo divine, And ni&ke tbe heart Iuiii> like old wine. ' ' Aye, HtuileB are beut, ' tbo inatrou said, " My etiildren love tbeiii uiore itian toyB ; Tbey ariL' ibe nianua of the da}s Ttj tUl uiy rcuipiuK girlu and boys. Aud whtizi with Hweut words tbuy are given, Tbey blott^ing >ttraightwuy bring from boaven. 'Pben though you have naught elHe to give, Pray givtf tbe world a smiling face; U will forgive vuur gravest faultK For thiH one iiapi^iy act of grace. It ueeda DO hou^l With worlddore wit»e To HUUHbiue make with lip^ and eyes. SIR HUGH'S LOVES. CryBtal did not answer; perhapa she eould not. Hu was coming up to London, actually to lielgrave Uouse, and «n this very evening. Krle mast have got scent of her secret â€" how or in what manner she oouJd not guess; but all the same, it must be Erie who had betrayed her. She had thought him a little odd and constrained (be last few times she had seen him; she had noticed more than once that his eyes had been lixed thoughtfully on her face as though he had been watching her, and he had seemed somewhat confused when he had /ound himself detected. What did it all mean? but never mind that now. Raby would be coming to Heulah i'lace, but she would be hundreds of miles away before that . ahe was safe, quite safe ; but if only ihe could see him before blic went. If she could only get rid of this tiresome Percy, ^rho would stay, perhaps, for hours. Could â- he give him the slip? Khe could never remain in his company through a long even ing ; it would drive her frantic to listen to him, and to know all the time that Raby was near, and she could not see him. And then all at once a wild idea came to her and her pale cheeks Mushed, and her eyes grew bright, and she began to talk ratlier â- laickly and in an excited manner. "Oh! do you know, Mr. TrafTord," she said, gravely, " I think it is very wrong of yon to encourage Mr Krle to come so often to Ueulah l'lac«. Fern is pretty- very pretty, and Mr. Krle is fond of saying pleas- ant things to her, aud all the time he knows Mr. Huntington wishes him to marry Miss Uelby. He has no right to make himself so agreeable to your sister; and I think you ODght to keep him in ^tter order." " Oh ! I don't pretend to be Krle's mentor," he returned, a little sulkily; for be thought he saw her drift to keep him from talking of his own feelings. " I never interfere with other fellows." i "TCcB, but Kern is your sister," %i a reproachful voice; "and I do think you are to blainu ill this. Why do yon not tell hitii that ho must leave your sister alone, and keep to Miss Helby. Your grandfather would be very angry if he kniiw of these visits to Ueulah I'lace, and then Mr. Krle would net into troulile." "I cun't help that,' was the indifferent answer. " lOrlo must take his chance with the rest of uh ; he knows as well bh I do the risk he runs." And in spite of her preoccu- pation. Crystal noticed a curious change in Percy's tone. " Do you mean that he would get into serious trouble ? is that what you would imply ? 1 do not think you are doing your duty, Mr. "I'rafford, if yon do not warn him of Mr. Huntington's displeasure. Mr. Krle is weak, he is easily guided, but he has good principles ; you could soon induce him to break oiT his visits." " I don't see that I need trouble myself about another fellow's love alTair ; I have too niiioh in my own mind. Of course you look impatient. Miss Davenport, it is a crime to B|ieak of my own feelings ; but how can you exjM'ct me to take interest in another fellow when I am so utterly miser- able myself ?" "Mr. Trafford," she said, trying to con- trol her impatience, " I wish you would let me s[X)ak to you for once, as though I were your friend," she would have substituted the word sister, but she feared to provoke one of his outbursts of indignant pleading. " You know you may say what you like tome," he returned moved by the gentle- ness of her speech, for she had never been io gracious to him before. " Yon have more influence over me than any one else in the world. Ifyouoould make me a better man, Miss Davenport." " I would give much to do it," she answered in a low voice that thrilled him strangely. " Mr. TrafTord, you will be angry with me if I speak to you very frankly, and earnestly- as earnestly," here she paused, "as though we were bidding each other good-bye to-night for a long time." " If yon will call me Percy," he replied, with sudden vehemonoe. "you shall say what you like to me." " Very well," she answered, with a faint â- mile at his boyish insistance, " it shall be Percy then- -no, do not interrupt me," as ho seemed about lo speak. " I am very troubled and unhappy about Mr. Krle's visits ; they are doing harm to Kern, and I must tell you, once for all, that you are not doing your duty either to your sister or oouain." " Erie again," he muttered moodily. " Yes, becanso the matter lies very olose (o my heart, for 1 dearly love your sister. Mr. TrafTord Percy, I mean -yon have yonlh, health, talents -the whole world lies before you; why do you envy your cousin, because he is likely to be a richer man than you?" " He has robbed me of my rightful inheritance," was the moody answer. " It could never be yonrs," she returned, quickly ; " a Trafford will never be Mr! Huntington's heir." "I woDld ohange my name." " That would avail you little," with • touch of her old scorn, for the speech dis- pleased her. " Mr. Hundindgon would never leave his money to the son of the man he hated, and of the daughter whose disobed- ience embittered his bfe. Mr. £rle has to answer for no sins bat his own." " He bad better be careful though, ' was tbe quick response. i "What, have yon done him misch ef already? Why â€" why are you not more generous to the poor boy ? Why do you enoourage these visits that you know will anger Mr. Huntingdon ? Why do you tempt him from his duty? Percy, I implore you to be true to yourself and him. Look into your own heart and see if you are acting an honorable part." " You are always hard on me," he returned, sullenly. " Who has been black- ening my name to you?" " No one, no one, " she answered, quickly ; " but you are a reckless talker, and I have gath»red much from my own observation. You have told me more than once that you are in debt ; sometimes I fear you gamble. Oh!" as a dark flush mounted to his fore- head, "I should be grieved to think that this is true." " You would hate me all the more, I sup- pose, ' in a defiant voice. " Indeed I do not hate you, my poor poy ; but you make me very angry sometimes. Do you know me so little as to think I could ever bring myself to love a gambler, or one who tried to rob another of bis inheritance â€" one who was so afraid of poverty that he deserted his mother for the loaves and fishes of the man who was her worst enemy." " The old story," in a despairing voice; " will yoa never give me the benefit of an excuse â€" will you never allow me to defend myself ?" " I am not your judge," was the cold re|i!y ; and tlica, as she saw the misery of bis face, she relented. " Indeed it is not too late to retrieve tbe past. If yon have debts, if you are in trouble, own it frankly to your grandfather." " And be turned oot of the house a beggar?" " What of that" she replied, cheerfully ; " you have a profession ; every one says how clever you are â€" what a splendid barrister you will make. You can take pupils; success and money will come to yoa in time.' " Too late," he muttered ; " I cannot free myself." Then, with a sudden change of tone, " Crystal, if I do thisâ€" if I leave Hel- | grave House, will you give me a hope of winning you in the future?" She shook her head ; " I cannot give you that hope." " Why not?" he demanded, fiercely. " Because I belong to another," she answered, slowly, and there came a wonder ful light in her eyes ; " and for his sake I will live as I am to my life's end." They had reached Ueulah Place by this time, and Mrs. Watkins' shop was in sight. There were few passers-by, so no one noticed why Percy stood still and seized his companion's hands. " You love another man? You dare to tell me this ?" " 1 tell you this for your own good, and that you may never speak to me again as you have done. You must not be angry with me for telling \ou the truth ; and now will yon ring the IhJI, for there is no need to go through the shop?" " 1 am not coming in," he said hoarsely. I cannot trust myself." " Then we will say uood-bye here," was the ijulet answer, and sne pressed his hands kindly unhappy footman ; he seems in search of some one. I will ask him if be belookingfor you, "and Miss Merriman darted away. Raby stood quietly waitiof;, but he little knew that the girl he bad conne to Iiondon to seek was standing a few yards from him, trying to see him throagb tbe tears that I blinded her. Many peopl«> trrned to look after tbe tall, striking-looking man in clerical dress. The I felt hat just shaded the pale, massively cut features. He looked older. Crystal thought, and a little sadder, but the mouth was as beautiful as ever. Once he looked up as hasty footsteps brushed him, as though he would move aside, but a girlish figure interposed between him and the loaded truck, and again the little hand guided him to safety. " It is all rightâ€" the man says he is wait- ing for Mr. Ferrers," observed Miss Merri- man briskly at this moment. "What horrid Ihinga those trucks are; I was afraid one would have knocked you, only the young lady led you away." "What! a young lady!" asked Raby, quickly. " Oh, only a tall young lady in brown, who seemed to notice yoa wanted help. She has gone now â€" probably a passenger for the down-train." " I think all young ladies are good tome," returned Kaby with grave courtesy, hold- ing out his hand. " I know I have met with a very kind fellow-passenger ;" and then, as he took the footman's arm and eatered the carriage, Miss Merriman saw the tall yeung lady in brown walk quickly out of the station, and as she passed her there were tears running down her cheeks. CHAPTER XXVII. Kl.rFK GOES TO HEK ORAKDPII'A. Thou, like a little corinus tly 'I'h&t fUFBes thrutif^h the air, Dost pry and pry Wiib thy keen iDcjaisltive eye. Aud with many ciuestions, ever Kippliiig like a nstluu river, Vuitlwti many au older brain, DoBt thou hour by hoar increa « thy store Of marvHiloua tore. 'UiUKH iit|ulrrel,<lartit]|> deftly. Up and down autuiiiual trees, fjoes its board ol clieBtnuts growing swiftly In a huap upon tbu leaf-btrewn leas. Claiult! Lake. " And now, I lookalmost as smart as the Princess Dove htrself." " 1 really think you do. Fluff, though you remember her dress was a curious embroid- ery of rainbows and dewdrops sewn all over with peacocks' eyes ; bat 1 aefiure you I like your white frock mucn better ; and the new hat is very pretty." " Hut Kern ! " "Uut KlufT! " " If I were to be lost â€" really and truly lost, you knowâ€" would the funny old town- ] crier tell a long story about me, as he did about the dog when we were down by tbe sea Uxt summer?" "Of course he would, and mother and I would stand and listen to him and try not to lau^h. ' Lost, stolen, or strayed, a little witch girl in a clean white frock, rather too much starched ; a frilled cape that crackles when she moves, and a pretty brsad- brimmed hat.' Well, Fluffy, what does that mysterious look mean ? you are bis birth and had sold lucifers ever since, which, being brimstone, was bad for rheum- atics. Fluff told him she would have repeated the whole story of Ananias and Sapphira to him, only she had no time, and then she resumed her walk with much dignity. > And the method of it was this â€" if method it could be called which had in its sidelong movements the similitude of a crab. First she went into every baker's shop she passed, and, sbakiqg her head sorrowfully at the fresh currant buns on the counters, asked in a confidential whisper the quickest and shortest way to Belgravia; and when they wished to know what part, or asked her business, she pursed up her month and said that was not the question, and would they please confine themselves to facts, or some such speech, in her odd abrupt way. And she looked such a little lady as she spoke, and held her little head np so proudly, that most of them answered her with civility ; and one big baker's boy, just starting on his afternoon round, said he would see her past the dangerous crassing in the next street, and put her a little on her way. Fluff said she was very much obliged to him, and trotted confidingly at his side, adapting her conversation to her hearer as she thought best, for she enlarged in a rambling way on the Miracle of the Loaves, and told him what her teacher said on the subject of tbe fishes ; and then she became confidential, and explained to him that she bore an innocent partiality for the moist peely bits of soft crusts that one could pare off a loaf without showing a sad deficiency, and how she always liked to take in the bread at Mrs. Watkins' for the purpose ; and lastly, she told him in a weary little voice that she was going to see grandpapa, who lived in a big house in Bel- gravia, but that she was getting very tired, for she had a bone in her leg â€" two bones, she thought â€" and might she sit please on the top of his little cart to rest her poor legs when he went into the next house ? The baker's boy was a good-natured fellow, but, as he expressed it afterwards, he thought she was the rammiest little lady he had ever met ; indeed, he confided his suspicions to a grocer's lad that she " was a bit cracky ;" but be let her sit on his cart for all that, and trundled her the length of two or three streets ; and further he revived her drooping spirito by a dab of hot brown bread, scooped skilfully out of the side of a loaf which, as he said, would never show. After that they got facetious, and admired a Punch and Judy show together, and parted with deep regret, when a policeman desired them to move on. Fluff began to feel rather lonely after this. It was getting late, she was afraid, and those little legs of hers ached dread- fully; bat she fell in at the park gates with a playful fiowergirl, who ran a race with her, basket and all, and then stood and jeered in broad Irish becaase she was beaten, while Fluff sat down, sulky and exhausted, on a bench under the trees. It WHS nearly tea-time now, she thought : in another hour or so Kern would be send- ing the old crier after her. She wondered how she was to get back. She was very and poor little hands were held so tightly that they were quite red and sore afterwards. " Oh, she has gone to Amarica with that horrid Miss Campion ; yes, and she is horrid to take oar dear Criss-crass away. Fern cried so this morning, and Crystal cried too, but she had to go, she 8»id, so it was no use making a fuss about it ; and she does not mean to come back for a long time. What is the matter ?" peering uri ouB in his face, " does your head ache ?"â€" for Raby had uttered a low groan, and had dropped Fluff's hands, and he was pushing back the heavy dead-brown hair aa though he were suddenly oppressed. (To l)e contiBued.i are very j " °"" "" *" "°" i^-vi.. ^uo ...o rude toiiiternipt theold crier," and Fern | *!"â„¢'y' "^'^ '*','', ''*'f, ''?''.','''*;' '° <"â- >â-  tried to frown, while Fluff nocldedher head sagaciously Peach Cultare, The conditions of failure in peach-grow- ing, concisfly stated, are: 1. A wet soil, or one that from any cause holds water around the roots of the tree, whether the land is situated high or low. 2. Kxcessive fertility while the trees are young, whether it be secured in the natural conditions of the soil or by the ingenuity of man. a. Severe cutting back of the yoaag growth each year, thus dwarfing the tree and robbing it of much natural vitality. 4. Allowing the tree to overbear and thus exhaust the vitality by a single crop of fruit. 5. By deficient and improper cultivation. On the other hand the conditions of suc- cess in peach-growing are: 1. An elevated locality that is not subject to late frosts in the spring or late frosts in the fall. 2. A warm and moderately fertile soil that is well drained by nature. Artificia drainage may prove saccessful, bat its utility has not yet been fully demonstrated. 3. Thorough cultivation, without manure^ until the trees come intobe»>-'>ig, Ohen cona- bine the two so as to supply all the deple- tion produced in the soil by growth of trees and fruit. 4. Never let a tree overbear. i>. Continue cultivation until the close of the dry season every summer, eveu if it continues until September. A Clear Caite of Predestination. I well remember one fellow, a fine soldier, too, who scorned the burden of even a blanket on a march, and so at night, when he failed to steal one (which was seldom), he sat up by a fire and made night hideous with mock sermons of wonderful theology and doubtful morality. Strange to say, he SDrvived the war, and is now enlisted in the army of the Lord. At Vicksburg this same preacher was responsible for a ready retort ander trying circnmstanoes. He was then a firm Calvinist, and was always ready to do battle in defence of his creed. One day be was sitting with a group in an angle of the works, discussing his favorite dogma of predestination. Just then a shell exploded among them and knocked the predestinarian over without hurting him. When he recovered his breath and legs he darted off for the shelter of a traverse just in front of us. His an- tagonist yelled at him and twitted him for want of faith in his own doctrine. He did not pause in tbe order of his going, bat It would not be stolen or lost, it would be strayed, like the sheep in the turnip- field, when the shepherd turned them all cot bpeaum th|l| had no business ther*. .. ,. .11 1 ' Suppusing 1 »l» ned on purpose, Forn, you •• lorgive me If 1 have made you j „,u„ „„„a ^ ^rhr covered alSover with gold , but indeed it is your fault, and I , Uce to nnd me." then it struck her that the large splendid- stuttered back :" Ca-cacan't stop; its pre- looking building opposite might be Belgrave ' predestination that 1 mast get on the other thought it lietter to tell you the truth. Goodbye, my poor boy;" but though her voice was full of gentleness and pity, he scarcely heard it. Ho had wrung her hands, almost throwing them from him and had turned away without a word. Crystal had looked after him rather wist- fully ; her heart felt strangely soft to him have you lost your senses. " Indeed Kluff?" "Never mind the senses; I saw them all five in china in Mrs. Watkins' left hand corner cupboard, china images she called them, and 1 thought them so pretty, (live me the four (>enc« half penny for buns, Forn , â-  .. .. ,,, •. I . ,, , â-  , , - one llatli, two plain, and a half-uonny to to-night. "Was It wrong to tell him I the sweeper that takes me best over the Id to herself, as she ijuickly wonder?" she retraced her steps. " He is terribly reck less, one never knows how ho may take things. It was good of him to listen to mo so patiently ; and now ho has gone away sore and angry." Crystal was walking very fast now, as though she had suddenly remembered some errand. As an empty hansoin passed her she hailed it. " Will yon drive me to Vic- toria Station," she said to the man in a businesslike tone; "I want to meet the i 6.80 train from Singleton. I think there is time." " None too much," was the somewhat gruff answer, " but my horse is fresh ;" and CIrystal drew into a corner and tried to curb her impatience by watching the passers by ; but her fear of being too late kept her rest- less and miserable. As they drove into Victoria Station a handsome barouche, with a pair of tine bays, attracted Crystal's attention. The footman had got down and was making in(|uiries of a porter. " Singleton train just due," Crystal heard the man say, as she handed the cabman his fare ; and as she quickly passed through the station, the train slowly drew up at the platform. Only just in time I Crystal pressed eagerly forward, scanning the occupants of all the carriages until she came to the last. There were two passengers in this com- partment ; a young lady, with a good- natured freckled faoe, was speaking to a very tall man who was standing in the centre of the carriage. " You must let me help you out," Crystal heard her say in a pleasant country fled voice, " and wait with you until your friends find yoa ;" and then came the answer in the deep tones Crystal know so well. " Thank yon, you are very kind. My unfortunate infirmity gains new friends for me everywhere; so after all, you see even blindness has its alleviations. Miss Merriman." " Oh, I will be sure to tell papa what you say; it will be such a comfort to him. Now, will yon put your hand on my shoulder- it is a deep step-take care;" but as Kaby tried to follow these instructions a little gloved hand, that certainly did not belong to Miss Merriman, gently guided him and placed him in safety. Miss Merriman nodded and smiled her thanks. "There, you are all right now. What is the matter, Mr. Ferrers?" " I thought some one touched me," he returned, with a puzzled look, "and you were on my other side, so I suppose it was some kind stranger." " Yes, a young lady," as Crystal moved away rather saddenly. " Ah, there is a I T' croBHing " Oh KlufT, Fluff, do be careful, and mind you ill) not go too far: come back soon, likea good child." " Of course I am goo<t on my birthday. What did they do lo .Ananias and Happhira, Fern ?" " Dear me, what an odd question, FlutTyl" " Never mind that; in the Sunday school the teacher always answers the children's questions direotljr; she is a very nice teacher though she has red hair, but she cannot help that." "Oh, indeed! so I must tell you about Ananias and Happhira. What is the mat- ter .' how paleyoulook, my pet Well, they fell down dead because they had told a lie." ('luff shifted her nemo uneasily. ' That wae the fie they told about the land and money that they wanted to keep themselves. 1 think they were greedy pc>^; ' , me Bath, two plain, and a half- penny for the sweeper. Here is the four- pence. Fern; I don't think I shall be hungry until teatimo. Now, good bye, I must go." " Why, Kluff, what nonsense! here, Fluff;" but Fluff was sontt ing downstairs as fast as she oould go, and Fern was only in time to see her little feet whisking throngh the shop door. " I don't believa there is such another child in the United Kingdom," she said to herself, laughing. "She is terribly young for her age, and so amusing; how dull it will be without her this afternoon, and poor ('rystal so far away, 1 wish mother had not let her go, or that she were safe home again;" and Fern sighed as she looked round the empty room. Now it sohappened that Fluff had coaxed her mother to let her take a walk alone on her birthday ; this was the treat she had selccteil for the occasion. She was to wear her best frock and her new hat that Crystal had trimmed for her as a parting present; and she had promised to be very careful, and not go too far. The fourpeaoe was to be expended in buna so she and her mother had arranged, but Flnff had secretly intended to put it to another purpose, until her oonsoiontious scruples had obliged her to leave it at home instead of paying the omnibus fare that was to save her poor little legs ; they would get sorely tired before they reached their des- tination. FliitT ran down several streets, till she was out of breath, and then she fell into a little trot ; but first she gave the half-penny to a ragged boy, and begged him earnestly never to tell stories; and after that she asked him the way to Belgravia. Not get- tine a lucid answer from him, as he only tola ber that he had been a cripple (rem House, and she ran up to a workman just passing and asked him. " No," he said, eyeing her wondering, "that was not Bekrave House, it was iu the next squar*" " â- Int when she heard that she clapped her hands joyfully, at' I went and drank out of « little iron bowl in )fom> pany with a sweep. She asked him it she might drink first, and he said, " Oh, laws, yes ! you aint near so smutty as me," which speech Fluff took as a compliment. Uut she had fallen down twice, and her I nice white frock had got unsightly patches I of green on it. Uut she felt as though her troubles were over when she stood in front of Bel- grave House, itf many windows shining like golil. What a grand place it wasâ€" finer than the Crystal Ball Palace where Prinoets Dove and Prince Merrydew lived; and, oh dear, what joy, the door was openl The footman had just run oat to the pillar box, and another footman was fast asleep in a chair that looked like a baby's cradle tamed upside down. Fluff ran up the steps and looked in. There was a beautiful scent of flowers as she crept timidly into the hall, such sleepy warm flowers Fluff thought, only they made her head drowsy; and there was a great staircase with carved balustrades and dark slippery stairs, and the doors were all shut, and there was not a sound in the house, except the singing of some birds. Fluff began to feel giddy. But it was babyish to feel frightened in her own grandpapa's house, so she took courage, and passing the sleepy footman on tiptoe, crept softly up stairs, holding very tightly to the balustrades, for she felt as though she were slipping every step, and presently she came to a sunny landing- place with a conservatory, where some canaries were singing. Here she saw a half- npen door, and pushed it open, .tnd then she thought she was in fairy-land. It was such a large beaatifol room, with marble ladies standing in the corners, with wonderful green plants growing in gilded baskets, and satin conches, and lace drap- eries, and lovely china; and in an arm- chair a gentleman asleep, for he had his eyes shut. Flnff stole in and looked at hitn ; no, he was not asleep, for his eyes opened, and yet he did not seem to see her, perhaps he was thinking. His face looked very nice and kind, and with the unerring instinct of childhood she laid her hand on his knee. "If you please, sir, will yoa tell me where I can find grandpapa." The gentleman raised his eyethâ€" as Fluff told her mother afterwards, "he looked at me without seeing me;" and then his hand closed quietly over the child's. Nothing ever seemed to startle Kaby Ferrers in that strange dreamy life of his. " Who are you' my child, and who is your grandpapa?" " My grandpapa's name is Mr. Hunting, don, and he lives in this house â€" Belgrave House it is called, and I am Florence Trafford, but they call me F^lnff at home." The name aroused him effectnally : ah, he was startled now. " Florence Trafford| did you say ; do you mean that yoa live at Beulah Place in the Elysian Fields ?" " Yes, at Mrs. Watkins'â€" mother, and Fern, and I, and Crystal too, only she went away this morning." " Awajâ€" what do yon mean?" and Flnifs side of the traverse !" and he fulfilled the decree to the letter and with commendable alacrity. â€" I'luladtlphia Timet. Tlie (iriatest Mnowu' Cold. Id his report ol '-.o c'ssion to the Lena Delta, Lieut. Will , 'u H. Schultz says : As we approached \ ^loboyansk (Northern Siberia), the cold wai; almost unbearable, compelling a stop at nearly every inhabited yoiirla (native hut), not only on account of ourselves, but more owing to the reindeer, which suffered visibly during the low tem- peratures. Fortunately these inhabited ijoiirtds are not far apart as one approaches the village. Breathing was at times diffi- cult, and on January 10th and 11th (1886> the temperature sank to tJH ° Celsius, ecr- respondin^ to «(>.H0° Fahrenheit below zero. This is the coldest temperature ever observed, and I afterward had the satisfac- tion of establishing it beyond a doubt by the agreement of the thermometers at Verchoyansk, observed by exiles who were furnished with instruments by the Central Meteorological Observatory at Pavlovsk, near St. Petersburg. Verchoyansk thus maintained its reputation of being the pole of the greatest ktiown cold, although its latitude is only Btt ° north. A Deserved Thnuhing, E. H. MsAlpine, ref j.-ee in equity at St. John, N. B., was publicly thrashed the other day by Captain Peters, of Quebec, brother-in-law of Miss Beatrice Hathaway, of St. John, for persisting in annoying attentions to that young lady after he had been asked to stop them. One of the attractions at the Boston baby- show is a redhaired negro infant. No Chinaman would ever have been betrayed into the ridiculous plight of a venerable Japanese whom a friend of mine once saw parading the streets of Tokio, soberly dressed as to coat and trousers, but his white head surmounted by a child's sailor hat with floating blue streamers. I'avemfr in llottun Post. The temperance people of the County of Renfrew have subscribed » 1,000 with which to fight the repeal of the Scott Act. A coming manâ€" The man for his rent. There has just died at Keudal, Eng., an old pensioner named Wra Lindsay, from whose neck has been abstracted a bullet which he received during the Crimean war. Tile bullet is the size of a marble, and had been iu deceased's neck for .S3 years. One of the latest achievements of goiance is the measurement of a snail's pace. It has just been demonstrated that a snail can go a mile in fourteen days. Science should now attempt to discover how long it takes the average messenger- boy to go the same distance in marble- playing season. Murat Ilalstead's mother-in-law, Mrs. Banks, says : " Mr. Halstead is a good man, for he is good to his mother-in-law, and when a man is good to his mother-in- law he is good to every one else." Mr. Halstead is the veteran editor of the Cin- oionati ComtnercicU. A sad looking man has been visiting farmers in Ohio and asking them to sign a pledge not to kill any songbirds for a year. Aiisrwards these pledges returned in the shape of promissory notes. • â-  - 1 i f •;*