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Ikte ! WUIuw. Kb* li m*l>'. but not rwihf ul. Free and <*y but not bold ; I. lk* til M P ill 1 * ""1 m.lluw. Not t* y< -uiig and Mot U* old ; Half milting half reimlnv*. Now advancing, and no* iby Th*re li BtUotiltf to her dimple. There tt <lnr lu lier ? Hh* liu In 11*1 human nntare. Bhe u schooled lu all the art* ; Bbe IIM ik*n i er diploaja A* lh iuuir*M f all hmrta. Hh* ri lll th* vry uninnat Wk*n to *igh and wlinn to mi i In ; Oh ft wtM U u:n<tiriiM* charming Hu' * wiJew-n Ui* hil*. Ar* TOO tedf How v*ry serious Will tier haii'lt ' fac* IHMHIII* Are you anf ry ? Sn* IB wretebed. Loatly. fri*iidl*t*. f*arf'il dumb' An von mirthful .' Hw her laughter, Siitror (oiiedinc. will rmii out ! Hbe cao lur* and eatoh aud play you. At toe anglrr doe* tbe treat. V old baabel" ef forty. Wlao have grewn HO bald and wlae Young American >-1 twenty. Wall the leva In- ku in yuar *ye ; Yf'Q may practice all tbe leeeoa* Taojiijt by Cniud glnni the (all ; But I luow a llttl* wi'low Wb J ocu'.d win aid fool you a' I. THE PRIM DONNA. CHAPTER I. AM EABTHL.Y PAalfilBC. TM, I am totally blind. And it if no small Ion to lots the blested p >wer of see- ion that whioh is, or it suppoaod to be. in daily existenos about on. If mjr blind yea oonld see, to nigbt. for instance, they would red upon somsthing vr 'j different from that which oeoasioaly ) aanli me, kid I should not to often flnd m v nil in tbe ga'liry of tbe Pait. II ii DU'., however, witboat ill pleaearee, that gallery of memory, end it ii not witboni very em- phatio oompsnsatioaa. There it there a little still life study over whioh I love tu linger, for it recalls tbe green banks o( >h Rhine and the little town of Boppard. '1 here are billi, all lerreoed by vu.e.ards warmed by tbe Southern nan, on one side, and raided Isdgvs, hrn rookn creeping op into the iky on tbe other side. The rocki are garnished and oreeted with i{ray. oattellated walls and battlaments of an old fortes*, grim and threatening ; it* walch tower* clinging to the very edg* of the cliff. A lew narrow itrreti donn bolow and between are full of all doubtful odors ; a weather stained tower or two, all ivy grown and piotareiqoe, bringir.K half forgotten ages into tbe pri s-ut ; a raou grown ipirt of solid ilone work rising over an old ohnrch half aileep; a pnfl of (team nod a wrualb of white smoke hanging junl above a new railway nation wide awake. That ii Boppard ; ilnl, sombre Bappard ; juel a bit of centuries ago youe astray into 10 day. HaoolinK those old elreele, once upon a lira-, thtre wa> a ragged little atom of humanity, more or Ire* a nuiaanoe to him- self and to tvery one else, wbo had never known the luiury of a father or mother or even of Ibe moet dintant relative, who had never potseeaed a farihinx that hi ooald all hit own, who wai innocent of the slighted knowledge of where he was born and could only goes* when by making cons parieoni with other children who might, perhaps, bs twice his own age. It wai I. All that I knew of myself, concerning my aaoeetory, wai that Italian blood ran in my veim This I letrued from a good old tool in Boppard who took pity upon me IhroUKb my boyhood, and played more or lea* the part of a guardian, ti Iling me over and over again, all tbat ihi knew of my mother ; that iibe wai an Italian woman, very beautiful, bat unable to iprak a word of German, who omi one day upon H >|>| ard from no one knew where, bringing with her a boy jail oM enoagh to walk beeide her, ollngirg to her hand. Tha next day he went away, alone, and etill no one knew where, expect to farai her body wai oonoernnd, for they bad laid that in the paupers' vault, down by tbe clambering oburoh Thorn wai notslate In settle ; she had absolutely nothing in tbe world lo leave to me exwpt ray name and only one name at that; jail Carlo ." She called me Carlo when the was dying, and to the good people of lloppard called me Carlo afterward. Tbat and the olothee I had on wsre absolutely all tbat was left to me except an insatiable deeirstomaks niotnres of whatever pleasnd my fancy. Uow t ureiw, even to boyhood has been a tnyttery to me ; yet, while growing, I managed to gather from here and there a few raidorn suggestioDi in art, even in Boppar.i. I watched and wondered whiln the ninpi'l villags painter created a lign or Itained a door, with raptooai envy or iimn tellixiel" 'iation ai the detiKn or shading harrnoair.td or ni*shi1 with ray incoherent ideas of aareorgalaod art ; bat theium and labitaaoe of my only real, oonsoions ambition lay In ons ssiprems, omnipresent deeint to pleasn a little maid of ths Father land, iiani" l aflna. 1'oor as I was so very muoh poorer than any other boy in Boppard it was strange good fortune that, from my earliest rtool leotion, Mina was a loyal companion, play- mate and friend. She hail fln hir and light blae eye*. Hhe hat Uaghlng lips and a happy. gsuros heart. That was Mine. My M.ra Together we played day attar day upon the Hhise, in iti inuLiv. mldsamraer gargle, with many an eddy tod whirl harry- ing over the ihallowe, or Its springtime frnehet. as it roared and thandered be- tween its banks, soraetlmei overlljwing them ; now grsat, broad sheet of tur bllsnt Hwllasrland ; then a lower, deeper urniur of the Fatherland, shiramsrlng ovsr Its itiining lands. Many and many an atitiimn day we oroesed ths river, in the ungainly Khine row-boats, to climb among tbe vineyards opposite, whlls the tan wai toiiohlag the ruddy oloiters with a tlnetnre of bine, taming them purple. Itwss qnite again it all the lawi of thi land for us to ramble about in the vineyardi when the grapes were ripeaing, bnt there never wai a kewper no bold si to shake his head at Mlna when she presented her little self or at me when I followed hsr ; though I vsry wall knew what my rexwption woold have keen If by chance I had ventured then alone Of with some nne else than Mlna. To ths tight of Hoppard ara ths mined walls of the old castle where day afler day we rambled, playing ourselves quite oat of poverty end Boppard, and Into grsat lords and ladies, kiiighti and iweathearti, gallantly observing all tbe chivalrous ileour um of those stataly days of yore, and living, to the m.nuteat detail, the legendary lore ao fondly fostered in song and story by the true hearts on tbe Rhine. Oh. I wai aU for my Mine then, and my Mina was all for me. Often there were other children with un, bat that did not matter; for if my Ulna were Lady of tbe Oastle I wai always the Lord, and it I were champion of corns m>alio bsllloneld, earn- ing home from a great oroiade, it wai always Mioa who was tbe sweetheart wait- ing for me tt the moat. It wai ail real life to us far more real than poverty and Boppird. We might have faooied that our ciul exittenot , down in the valley, was a myth, bat we never doubled the reality of tboee wondrous tales, or dreamed that they were bat royal romances created by modern mythogrethers who, in maroben magic, illuminated the feudal transports of the Khine. When ws were tired, for tbe time, of pro im.ilim I would stnalthfolly rxiraot a piooe of slate from th oil wall and upon it draw picture* ot Mina, with bitu of color* 1 crayon which we bad found from time to lime and whioh we treasured ae oar live*. Theee pictures were not alway tbe same. Sometimes they represented thn littlb angvl of Boppard a nat brown maid with berry stained floger* ; sometim>s tby were the Lady of our Dreamland (Mantle; but ever and always thov were Mina. And Mina alone of il Boppard praimd toy pictures ; the reel, both old and young, either laughed at them or angrily bade me spend my lime less foohsr.lv. Mine alone lited them. She would smile and say thai I made her prettier then the really was bat she would sit by me and help me with her sympathy and encouragement. I woold often shake my head and, for an insiaoi catching a glimpse of tbe greet world of possibility beyond me, wool I sav, without at all aodentanding what I meant, " No, no, Mina, it is really not half so beautiful as you seem to me ; but there is something matter with the crayon, U never jail dots what I am thinking i will do" ; and Mina would laaxh and praise me still There was not a boy in Boppard but dreseed better than I, was stronger than I, and had muoh more lo boast of than I, yet all the boys envied me tbe friendship of my Mina. When I woudered how it oamo abont that the friendship was miue, I an- consciously philosophised upon it that I could draw pictures and the other bj\e ooald not, therefore it mast be the pialuree. It was only a thought of innocent and ignorant youth, bat it bename a long, long thought, stretching far away iolu the f mure and growing with lime, till it fornn- 1 the one controlling idea oPmy life end ! >t me at last into a moet serious blander, accounting for, but my no means exoosing ranch in tbe years tbat followed which might belter have been otherwise. I prized tbe love of Mina ss only a boy could who knew in his heart that but for it he would have been an utter outcast. What did tbe other children oar* for me when Mina was not there! When eb was wilhme I was lord of the castle, lord of the vine- yard, lord of everything. If she were nol baside me I bad lo look well to my eara that I did not lose them altogether in thi wholesale and indiscriminate boxioKS be- stowed upon them by any one who ohanoed lo be out of t* mper ; and I cannot wonder tbal when tbe boy felt thai for all this loyal protection he wai really indebted to his little powers at art be became an ardent devotes) at Ibe altar of unknown nithetioe. It was either thai I loved Ibe art f^r Mins, or thai I loved for art ; which it was I am not yet poslive ; bnt I was sure thai everything depended upon Mina and eqoal ); snre tbat Mina rfep^n l< d upon my pictures. 'I'll i in .|ii r in one or ths other was the great, solitary hopoand ambition of my boyhood, and without once pausing lo determine for which or for what I was struggling, or trying In any way lo under stand myself, I felt the sentiment grow stronger and stronger as I grew. When we were alonu Mina would sing to me. Hhe sang as we played in the vineyards. Hhe sang as I made pictures for her ; and I knew, even then, that her voice must be liks the voioes of tbe angnls. She would sing the songs nf the Khine boatmen, unfurling the ungainly sail, making a rudder ot a clornsy o*r and steering the rude craft aor.s thi r>.rh-n( river. Bhe sang Ibe sweeter mrlndi. s of the vineyards, when all the villagers oliuib the pyramidal hills, to gather the ripening cluster! of grapei for Ibe famous Rhine winei ; or she sang the wilder songs of chivalry borrowed from Khinieh history ami, laughing, she would declare that she was singing songs for me, by-and-by, when I bad grown to be a man , bat the dearret of all to me, the iweetesl song ihe sang, was the tale of Lorelei. I never thought of lie rode slds wbils she was singing. I never thought of anything, in faot, bat of the melody and the way Mina earg il. I woold ask hsr lo sing it again and again, for il seomed ss though I ooald never be satisfied. I would clap my hande and tell her tbat she was a great opera singer and I was tbe aarlienoe appleading, and that I should keep up the applause until she came beck to sing il once more. I loved musio with true Italian Instinct, and I really knew much more about the ways of opera than ot art ; for In one the village sign painter had been my only and unwilling master, while In the other, even in Hoppard, in midsummer, wandering minstrels would somstimss ap- pear, in ili dismal hall, in what great letter* on the surrounding walls announced as " Opera." I woold steal In, when I raald, to listen and to see how things were done at the opera ; but I knew vsry well tbal not ons of those bsdl><ned artists ever ssng so swsstly as did my Mina. Mlna was very munh wiser than I or she might have thought of ma and of mtitio ai I thoughl of her and of art; so, it came lo this In Ihe end thai, according to oar difltrent oepeoillec, I loved my Mlna and my Mlna loved me ; better and better each day ai ws lived it ; yet neither of us knsw what lovs wai, by any name or definition , other, nanh for the other and both for the each and while our heart! were growing into bsauttfal, I alone, by a discordant misoon oeptlon ot II all, was marring whal might have resulted In the sweetast harmony, and in ih nee happy days was cornpnlously pav- ing the premiums upon a polioy which in- sored lorg year! of rank incongruities, whsr* there seemed lo lie before ni only promleed land, an esrthlv peradlee. (II MM I H II. i ITBAMOIB BNTIM A stranger passrd through Boppard, one sararaer day. I had grown to be almost a man, to my own thinking half-sised boy of abont 14 without advancing a single step beyond tbe first impressions and oonviotioni of my life. Mina was II, and ih* was just a* muoh my guardian angel ae ever she was. With colored orayoni I was sketching a battle scene for her upon tbe smooth sorfaoe of the Rhine wall, overlooking the river, on tbe road up lo the castle, and just as de- votedly trying to please her as when she was bat 9 and I but 10 years old. Tbe stranger itood for a moment at my back, looking over my shoulder. I suppose he bsd been visiting the castle. Strangers very often went up and down from Boppard on that ro*>d, and very often, too, paused to look over my shoulder, it I obsnoed to be making a piolore for Mina. Sometimes they would say something complimentary, sometime* they would ask a question, sometime! they would go away in silence. For all or neither I cared nothing, for Mina was beside me and it was for her that I was working. This time, however, afler the stranger had watched for a moment, in a deep and peculiar voioe. speaking very lowly, be observed : My boy, if yon will pardon what may appear to you as an intrusive suggestion from an bumble pedestrian, il is his opinion thai, if yon ihould study yon woold do bolter." Then, turning, ha walked quietly away toward Boppard. A boy's heart swelled indignantly within me; a boy's pridn in bis only power rose in rebellion. A stranger bad reproached me I Wonder of wonders, be had dared to do it ruhl before my Mina 1 Why, there was nol a man in Boppard bold enough to box my eari if Mina were in light. The stranger might have done that, however, and even it Mina had not openly resented it (which was possible) it would not have hurl me very moob ; bnt be had eimed a blow directly at my citadel ; be had struck at the only power that I posisseed, so far as I knew, lo bold to me the affection and the loyalty of my only friend. I did nol dare to look into Mina's eyes, bat angrily gathered up a handful of dust, from Ihe road. and. when the stranger was too far away from me to notice il, I threw it afler him with a mattered imprecation It was nol for him or his opinion thai I oared, but for tbe danger in whioh he had placed me. Boon enough I saw Ihe result of it : for. to my atter oacgrin. Mina oaoght my uplifted hand, exclaiming. " For shame. Carlo ! " ' What right had be to look at my pic- ture T" I answered, angrily. "I was not making it for him, I was making it for [or von 1 " Very gently Mina replied : He di 1 not mean to make yon angry, be only told voojast what >oo have sj often said yourealf. that yon mast study- Why how maoh boltrr yon drew now than when we were babies ! and of oonrse you will do, oh I so mnoh heltxr when yon are a man and oan study." I stood there slmmd. Did I hear that from Mina T Was u Mina who torned ap on me and crashed the. clay fael of my Idol T Was il Mina wbo laughed and said I ooald do heller 7 If It takee two lo make friends, as il does to make a qasrrel, I am sure we were nol the best ot friends that night as wo walked back to Boppard. and I could nol by any Mibilily have understood il, had any one told me Ibat Mina was never so much my friend before. I entirely forgot to be angry with tbe itraoger, I was so much more anxry with Mina. I oould not speak to her. The word! choked me when I tried to eniwer her questions ; and at latt she gave up talking and took retake in that old. old philosophy that mnsio hath charms. Shs began to ling. Poor little Mlna 1 Bhe knew bow I liked to hear her sing and she knew bow, moet of all, I liked the Lorelei. So she sang of the iirt>at rock over the river just above St. Ooar ; of the rapids and the shallow! and the hidden ledges at the bend of Ihe river ; of the great cliff op above them and tbe golden-haired Lorelei eeited upon it, singing her wondrons song ; ol the bewildered boatmen sweep- ing down those rapids, heedless of oar and sail, listening to the fatal melody. And all the while, as my argrv heart followed ths story, I though! of myself as the butt- man, of my little life the rapids, of the stranger ai Ihe hidden ledge, at Ihe bund of the river, and of Mina and her love as ths Lorelei and her song. She sang of the shock ai the boat struck tbi rooks and the boatmen were iwtpi away ; oloeiog the sonu with a little trill. all of her own oompoeition, wbioh I had always applauded most merrily, regardless, both of ai I fancy, of Ihe aad refrain pre- ending il, for II had never teemed ead to me before Vn\ dae hat mil tlirvm HinfMi Die l.ot.l.l itetbaa." All my life, il seemed to mi<, I bad been listening to the love song of Lorelei, fondly dreaming thai il was lo me ehe was singing, because ehe was proud of me, only to awaken to a wreck, upon the first reality that appeared ; with the orael verdict lhal I !. ml. l do better ; and, in all sincerity and Hurnrstnees I muttered savagely that last r< train, " And this is what, wilb her sing- Ing, my Lorelei has done." Oh. Ihe blindness and the folly of it I Deliberately and angrily I torned upon my lulls Mioa, whose heart, doubtless, wa sadder than mine oonld possible have been, but who wai stnglrg In spite of il because ihe was lorry for me that I wai sad, and I, only intent to avenge a wrong which no one bad ever done me, exclaimed : 14 1 am not the only dolt t If you should stady masio, Mioa, you would sing a great deal belter than you do now." Ho, Indeed, I should, Carlo," Mina replied, imillng through hsr tears. And thai Is just whal I am going to do whlls yon are studying art, yon know." This only made me so mnoh Ihe more angry that, wilhoat even laying good-night to Mina, 1 turned abruptly into a narrow alley, from whioh wound upward a long stairoase, leading to a little am chamber my home. I ooe.14 pily and appreciate Mina quite enough now lo make up for any lack ot appreciation and pily then, if il were only then and nol aow, ai she went elowly on her way to hsr mother's boose, a little fsrther down the street, unconsciously inning still ths same song of tbl Lorelei. I conld hear every note of It. Dear little Mina t (To be oonUnoed) It Is reported that the Oaar bai ordered a postponement of tbe application of the anil Semitic lawi for three yean, owing to tbe representations of financiers. ATTWDIMG It Is a e*oH au.l WBoloeaBM Bmwlee The AsjMette editor. It does a man good to attend a funeral. Solemn thoughts erouss Ihe better natures ot men. Ths peal of the ohnroh organ thrills tbe human frame and plunges ill hearers into deeper thought. Tbe pres- ence of death unlocks the inner chamber of the heart, and the mantle of worldly charity to self is lifted. Belt inspection under a moral light follow!, with a tinge of repentant teeling. Death teaches Ihe doty of man u man and fosters soulful friendship between tbe living. One night Ihe newt editor of n daily paper sat in his office telling stories with a friend. He had just finished relating a story of a young msn wbo slept in a jewelry store in Kennel < ily, and a *aktn ing ooe night and dueling a robber in tbe room managed to kill ktm witb a rusty old sword. Then, plaoing one ot tbe corps's feet u :d.-r each arm, he dragged bis victim to Ihe police station. How is il," asket the friead, thai a man oonld do inch a tbiog T ' "Ota, pshaw !" said the editor, " I pre- sume he was like me. I have no horror of death. I would experience no different leelinii, if a dead man wrre ill ihie room, than I do witb you bsre. I believe Ibat if there waa but ooe bed al my disposaJ and a corpse lay on that. I should make the oorpe* ! over and sl<sp with il. When a man is dead be is no* ttt. I don't believe in a hereafter, and all this n..e fueling over death is but tbe result ot thousands ot years of enpsrstition." When the editor finiihed bis bold asser- tion, not a hllle braggiogly, he went to work again, and tbe uld friend departed. Bui a few night! afterwards the latter retarntd to pay another vieit. As been tered the door he noticed a marked change in Ibe usual bold, uarelrse manner of the editor. Tho latter rose from hii chair, and pressed bit f ritnd's baud lightly, and ifr almost welled (rom his reddened Why. whal is the matter T" asked his frisnd. "My father died Issl night,' aniwered the editor. "Sit down"; and when hie friend was sealed be ooolinoed : " I want to take back whal I seid the other nighi about death. I wilmsied the molt touch ing scene of lite lail night, and it made me cry like a child. My father and mother were both past 60 > ear* of ate. for months my father bad been gradually sinking, but we did not expsot tbe end so soon The paper had josl gone to press last night when I received word to come home imme- diately. When I reached home the end was very near. My mother eat at tbe bead of Ihe bed, bending ovsr the emaciated form of my father, with tears streaming down her dear old face. I had been there but a moment when, with tbe last bit of strength left, be raue i his arms and his lips moved as il hs would speak. Tenderly she plaoed her arms around him and said : ' I understand yon, pen. bul 1 can go no fsrther with you. Ws must part now, and )en must go < n alone, but I'll nol be long ooniing, and we will meel again in heaven. Oood bye, Ben.' Tbe old man's lips moved faintly again, and he fall bank on bis pillow with a happy, n signed expression on his face, can't believe those two old people will never meet again," oonoludtd the) editor with leers in bis eyes. This wai bnt a stronger incident ot the effrot ot death on tbe living. Few mec, il any, have tbe worldly sireinitlh to make themselves! believe Ibat death cannot aroose a religions feeling within thorn. Tbe funeral impresses Ibe grealeet truth ot life Ibal It has an snd, and thought of death suggests Ibs question, wbtther? Anon* toe prominent men who have passed to their reward darirg Ihe pneent year may be mentioned Cardinal Newman, Cardinal Peoohl (brother of Ihe foff). l)r. Doelliuger, Cacou Liddoo and Rev. Robert Laird Collier, all ecclesiastic! of world- widi celebrity. Of military msn Lord Napier of Magdala, anil Major lien. Terry are perhaps tbs roost famous who have died. Other names lobe mentioned are those ol Aogusl Belmcnl, tbe New York banker and politician; William III , King ol Holland ; ths l>nke of Aoeta, ex King of Spain ; Adam Koreptuuh, Ihe famous thownian ; Captain hir Richard Francis Barton, the African traveller and explorer; Hilling Ball, the Sioai chief, who was largely responsible for Ihe Caster mas saore ; Ibe Sallan ot Zniber ; General Halainanoa. Captain -Ueueral ol Cob*, and Dr. C. U. 1'jters, ths eminent astronomer The newest smbroldery for shoo U In gold thread like a slider 1 ! web. with a r.< I and gold spider snd a bias and white headed fly. Very fins floral embroidery is introduced on black shots in pink and green beads Bands aoroat the instep are new, and so are Ibs suede shoe*, covered wilh narrow stitched bands of a darksr shade. Tiny buckles are principally worn, wilb no bows at all. /.omkm LttUr in C'fcirato Setr*. flight ful . n.ll Dreadful scandal abont Dr. I'uix." "BoT" " Hi claims to be a bachelor, but I heard yeelerday he'd buried IV wives. ' Horribls I" " fee, Isnl'l it? Olhir men's wives, I mean, of course." That's Ho. Ottawa Journal : It Mr. Plimsoll's charges have not been snbetantiated with regard to inhuman treatment of oattle in the Canadian export trade, they have certainly developed a great deal of useful information regarding inhumanity to human beings. ror Hal* bv re;e;Uls," A Bsrlin cable says : It Is officially announced lhal tbe public sale of the Koch lymph will soon be entrusted lo druggists throughout this country. An extensive phosphate deposit ii said lo havs been disoovsred In Longhboro' town hip. Dr. E. M. I .on. of London, Eng ,"has ' been appointed Professor of mutlo in Trln Ity 1'iiiversity. or r> d Ke* ! Order. Paris ha! about 1300 mile* of gas and pipea, and consume* in tbe manufae> tnre of gas ovsr 1.000,000 K.I s o coal yearly. Tbeie are over 60,000 gas lamps, consuming! different .juenimee ol gas, according to the importance of the locality. With a pop- ulation of aboot 2.316.000. the oily coav snmed in 1884 313,266.070 oobii metree ai gas. Tbe lanterns ara mostly circular, ibal form being preferred as oasimg the least shadow, and of gUns beautifully whits and clear. Reflectors are commonly used, as il is estimated tbat they increase the light SO per cent. Tbe lamp posts are of bronzed iron, and great attention u pe>id to artistic form and solidity of pose. They taper graoefolly upward from a ooniosj base to the lanteru, wkioh i! itsell band- eomely ornamrr t>-i and r u' nicu' l- d usually by a castellated i 1 - i-iiii Ihe) are front eight to about " f<- > i hi-nthi, *n<l the gas company is rnjuirtd 10 ki-p them, e wrll a* the lautrn.- lu (.erlvot ur-er St. LOHU Otobe- Democrat ..r .. .- li- r t- -1 . . T WILLIAM MI-BUY. BAMU.TOB. Tbacki, O (id ! tu Thee for these Tukeui of Tby love. And for ht our *ou:s can seise Of tbejo>e above. Hire* these earthly mereire. Lor*. For our bealtb and Ureogttl. And to Ui and oun ace. rd HMVCU iiMlf at lutu. Oar unholy spiri'i In Tby livu n lake, And forgive u all uur tins For our Saviour's take. Hew Year'. Here is a very good one. It went through tbe mail to-day, prime. t ou a tag, attached to wnicta ws toe cork of n ctaaujptgne bottle: Mav merry ule. Of buinpxrjojs kefall. I'd Ilka to crack a tmttle. friend. \\ i l, l.-.v Inr Auld 1*1 t Syne. And as I wet my throttle. Irian A. I ir ink joy to the* and thine. Tho' raab I eaa't oat-fork, my friead. kind txwrte are uon> than woaltb; So lei u until tfaacoik tuy friend, l oih<M ( Wiahiag vou a very nappy new II II...! I I r.lli. New York Timtt : When the Riv. Dr. Stephen Dodd dud, an Keel Haven poet took upon himself the duty of writing n suilab.t) epitaph, and here ii whal he pre- vented, with dae reipect, to the widow : Hsr* lies the bodv ot Dr. Dndd. tlave uierey oo bta tou 1 . ' > God ; Aluiliiulv God. do onto Dodd As Uodd would do U be wan OoeV Boaks*. Brooklyn. I Here are some interesting statistics) of three cities which spell their names wilh n big B : Boston contains $833.036 100 of taxable property and JG 5'J-J 400 of prop- erty rxempt from taxation The rale peg* 11000 is 11330. Brooklyn's aseraees) valuation is t453 758.601, an increase over 1890 of 134,374.930. Its ret rib> is 138.- 131549. an inoree.ee of 93.491013. In other words its ,net debl is II for every IS 37 of valuation. Tbe net debt cf Buf- falo ie >9 966,736. an increase ot I34A.MV veriatt. Rather Krli.tlr. : The gamins cf the city are crasy over the Kyrau.i trial, and crowds) are gathering aboot tbe 1'alais de Justice and every convenient corner singing thn now popular refrain : Rb* Inred th* man Into her lair, tra la. And hi-r lover be transledhioi toere, tra-le>; With a kiss and a bog And a rop* ' d a tog They did th* )'!> u*tly and well . Oli! 1* Hell* lbrt*lie! Thry ku*w tha he carried a rbe|u*. tre la, AnJ to grab it thev iwitteil his n*ek. tra la ; For pour "Id liouffe there waC'old N'c to i'l*v For I fear ibe old inn wont to b U Through La Bell* Gabrielle. Vew and rmr Met wee*. Chicago Intrr < >et : Now and them yon come acmes men and women who ? mark, " I hate children." It is always amfn to run a black line thrcn<h th* centre of thtir names and in every relation in lit* give them a " wide berth." A man or woman who "batee" innooonl childhood treads the riskiest path ot any man or woman in all this nntv He Wu eptl<uU. New York Sun : Old K tbineoo (reeding) Tbe average weight of tbe Wrlleeley Ooe- lege girl is ll u i pound*. Younii Hobtueun H'ml I'd liks tog* up to Wellesley and lest that statement. He'd Vever Oe* It, Lift " Prop me a line." yelled thn drowning man. What's the use?" said the hum T.SI on the dock. " There'* ns) post office where yon are going." As an ex%mple how tbe heritage of thn people was b< slowed upon favorites in ye olden timi, we pnblieh a clipping from the) Dandse PtvfU't Journal which has beast nent ns : " I. Ualeolm Kaiiinrt>. KIDS. Ibe nnt of nsw reigu. gives to the*. Marron Hunter. up*r ar*4 ni-tiier Towmed*. with all ihe lainle within the ll.Hi.1. with the Hark ami tlw llaokt.<nu. .u>l all i h* bouuds tip and >1i>wn. al ov* the earth to Heaven and all hel>i* th* oarlh to be I. a* free to lh*e and thine * ever li,' I gav*. to me east luin* ai d Dial fi-r a bow and a brtnl arrow wbe 1 eotu* t*> hull UIH>O Yarrow. ud fur th* inair tilth I I'll* th* whit* wax witb tnv teeth berosw. Btargrat tuv wifi*. and Moll my uur**. ' tile subMriktur. " W6T. MAI . >! M K\.'B King. " XI AHHAHBT. WIIDMS. Miss Uttlda Kriederiohes, who expect! to ooms across ths water soon to write op Uve Irish <|neation In America for a London) newspaper. Is well known ai a writer fee British journals. Bhe is a German girl. Mill under 30, and is master of sevireJ languages. _ In a joint oancas of Ihe Republicans) ol the Oregon Hooee and Senate John II. Mitchell was nominated by acclamation) II ailed Statee Senator to succeed htmeeif Chancellor Voa Oaprlvl states thai pr posals for the abolition of oom dues mad ni the Ueiohstsg will probably hs iholvwd by being referred to the Budget Oommittew. The Brotherhood of Locomotive Kogi- sers has 97 716 members at present, am inorease of Mil in 1K90. r>