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 ^t^mmm mm mmm YOUNQPOLKS. WISKLE. BT BXSm^TBMJj. A fanny name fo^^CAt, ^Ml^ notf rBsfc she came by it in tini #fty. '^fSN^Br C^^ter^ had a dear little;|prl name4X^flUi«' who thought "periwi^le" was ne pBillii"i^f name of anything tlwfc greir bl tbwr old- fashioned garden, which was full of roses, and pinks, and holyhocks, and bachelors' buttons, and sweet William, and hearts-ease, and forget-me-nots, and all sorts of sweet- scented flowering^ herbs. Asd-so wb«i hmr father bronght home a canning little Blal- tese pussy-cat for her " very own" she im- mediately eave it the favorite name from that dear old-fashioned earden. Now, "peri- winkle" was rather a big name for sach a little kitten, and so at manuna's suggestion it was shortened to Winkle. ' Farmer Clifford lived away back in the country, and was not a rich man so they all had to be ve^ savine and carefnl in everything. His little Neme did not have as many playthings and pets as some other children, and Winkle was prized according- ly. Bat you must not think she was any less happy than the happiest of my little readers, for she was as joyous and light- hearted as a bird from mominz till night. In the summer she went with the boys to bring home the cows, and picked straw- berries, or raspberries, or blackberries in her bright tin paiL And sometimes she would take off her shoes and stockings and wade in the cool brook. In the winter what fun it was to build snow men and forts, or huts such as were in the boys' geography, and play Esquimaux in them. And on the stormy days papa played cat's cradle with her or helped her to read and spelL Nellie loved her home and free country life but thought that if she only had a dear little kitten to love and cuddle«nd play with, she would be perfectly happy. So one day when farmer Clifford was coming home from thie distant market and saw a deserted little Maltese kitten piteously meowing in the road, he got out of his wagon and picking up the poor half-frozen thing, put it in the pocket of his great coat and carried it home safe and warm. O dear, if you only coald have seen the sport that kitten created for Nellie. She wondered she had not felt lonesome without it. It made enough fuh "for two or three houses. Why, it understood more games than a city cat could even imagine. There was tip-over-the-basket play. and tangle-up-the-tnread play, and roU-a-ball-of- yarn play, and hide and seek around the broom, and taming sammersaults, and chasing its tail, and after a while it learned to run up Mother Clifford's back and sit on her shoulder. And indeed they all agreed, with its little mistress Nellie, that Winkle was " the darlingest, playfulest, cunningest kitten " ever known. As she grew older, however, she learned many naughty tricks that spoiled all her beauty and playfulness and finally ruined her, causing much sorrow and anxiety to loving little Nellie who had built so many air castles for herself and Wiiikle. JEStrS NOW IS Ji^ 18:87, S^0IUll9Oii, 2. Ohlwhy dll^you^lTnrre-tnni? TheSpir-it gently pleads ;g)me to J« Cross ..hereon for ym The dy ing Saviour iSS 8. He waite to fill your soul mth joy. And aU your sins for-give; Hislove for you no tongue can teU; OhI trust hxs grace and lire. -• â€" P- r y f i -0â€"0- i t- 1 f=fT ±:=t p^ F-5- â- ^ CHORUS. Jes-us now is While he is so 't i -# â€" 0- t ♦ r pass-ing by, pass^ing by, pass-ing by, Jes-us now is ve ry nigh, ve ry nigh, ve-ryni^h.Whilehe is so pass- ve mg 17 by. nigh, I'll I'U go go out out to and meet him. greet him. '• 'y 1/ 'y -yâ€" /- winkle's SIN'S. One morning when Mother Clifford open- ed the door of her dairy she started back with an exclamation of surprise and dis- pleasure, for there, right in front of her, was 'a large pan of milk with the cream licked off the top. Such a thing had never happened in that dairy before. Who had done it " That must be Winkle," said the farmer. "O, no, " said Nellie " Winkle is good. She would not do such a thing, would she naother?" (You see in this home, awav back in the country, the beautiful word mother had never been tortured into ma or mamma, as is the fashion in cities and towns. " I don't know, darling," was the reply. "I am afraid she is the culprit. I have noticed of late that she is inclined to be something of a thief." Winkle a thief? What a horrible thought. Nellie could not believe it. There must be some mistake. And shfe took kitty up in her arms and petted her more than usual to make up to her for the suspicions of the family. Before long, however, she was herself convinced of pussy's guilt for the very next morning, as the milk-room door was opened, there -was a sound of a splash, a struggle, a smothered " meow," and then a cat all covered with cream, the milk dropping from each paw and every hair of her now white fur, flew past them all and out of doors. Yes, there was no mistak- ing her this time. That half-dro^vncd and much frightened thing was ceirtainly Win- kle. This was Nellie's first grief â€" to have her beautiful cunning kitten, that she loved so much, turn out a thief, all the brightness seemed suddenly to have gone out of that summer day. Bad habits and evil tendencies seem to grow very rapidly, after a first indulgence, even in cats. So it was with Winkle. She could not be trusted at all after that. If she found the table laid ready for dinner she was sure to jump up on it and eat any- thing she could catch before some one drove her down. Nothing was safe from her greediness. She would chase the birds out in the yard and fields, and often brought one to the house, all broken, bleeding, dy- ing. And once when, after the winter kiU- ing, there had been some delicious head- cheese made, that nanghty cat stole into the pantry, though she haid been well fed, and bit a piece out of every mould full of the nice meat. Nellie's heart, all this time, was very sor- rowful over these things, and very anxious as to what would happen next. At last the climax came. The farmer had one pet, a fine cuiary, which was a brilliant singer, and of which they all thought a great deu, and when Winkle found ute pantry doors closed a^^aiost her and the dinner table and dairy closely guarded, she tamed her covetoas eyes on Dick. Poor Dick! The farmer, coming from the fields to tea with a handful of groundsel as a treat for his bird, found only im upset cage and a few gree^ andydlowfei^hers. This wa* more thsx he could bear, and so he ordered tiie hired man to take the thief, and now murderer, and drown her in tiie creek. ' At tiiis Nellie's grief hdni forth, and she begged her father tot the cat's life, prraniaing that she wovEi keep Ker otit of doMrs and is the bam if only they %oaId not kfll her. This was granted. Batnmidyoa,KeIlie,"8aid herfatiier, "the next time thoe ii any oaaie for oom- /. THIS IS WHY I LOVE MY JESUS. WSHA A. HOFFMAN. .Te BUS, This is â- why Hove him why i love him so, This la why I lovomyJssus, iuisia wi;, ^^T -J)-» -0-» 0- 0-0-9- -/-»^ rjT-^o. -0-0-^-0 I g-g-^Ij^T^, po Ho a toned for my transsp-es sions, He has washed me white as snow, whi to as snow. I .owes him 3. IJ.j iias paraoaed my.traasgressioaa, He has pardoned my trausgressiona. He has washed me, He has made me iwhite as snow. fi.«jOJ5.e.^.»__«..fi_fl'_#_ff_*_*_«_^» o m » » a m m I M -/-/-K^/--/-"/-!/ \m Jy^-JEtt-tf-g r^L/-/--/-i^-/- 2 Would you know why I love Jesus Why he is so dear to me 'Tis because the blood of Jesus Fully saves and cleanses me. 8 Would you know why I love Jesns Why he is so dear to me 'Tis because, amid temptations, He supports and strengthens me. Would you know why I love Jesus? Why he is so dear to me 'Tis heoause in every conflict Jesus gives me victory. Would you know why I love Jesns Why he is so dear to me ' 'Tis because, my friend and Saviour He will ever, ever be. plaint against that cat without further notice." she will be killed (concluded ITEXT WEEK.) The Saflor-FisL In the warmer waters ot the Indian Ocean a strange mariner is found that has given rise to many curious tales among the natives of the coast thereabout. They tell of a won- derful sail often seen in the calm seasons preceding the terrible hurricanes that course over those waters. Not a breath then dis turbs the water, the sea rises and falls like a vast sheet of glass suddenly the sail ap- pears, glistening with rich purple and golden hues and seemingly driven along by a mighty wind. On it comes, quivering and sparkling, as if bedecked with gems, but only to disap- pear as if by magic. Many travellers had heard with unbelief this strange tale but one day the phantom craft actually appear- ed to the crew of an Indian steamer, and as it passed by under the stem of the vessel, the queer " sail " was seen to belong to* gigantic sword-fish, now know as thesaUor- fish. The sail was really an enormously de- veloped dorsal fin that was over ten feet hieh, and was richly colored- with blue and iridescent tints and as the fish swam along on or near the surface of tiie water, this great fin naturally waved to and fro, so that, from a distance, it could easily be mistaken for a curious saiL cr -Y.^'" â€" ^m«#»., "" -^. Some of these fishes attain a length of over twenty feet, and have large, crescent-shaped tails and long sword-like snoats, capable of doing great damage. In the Mediterranean Sea, a sword-fish is found that also has a high fin, but it does not equal the great swom-fidi of the Indian Ocean. The church edifice at Shrewsbury, N. J., Is 117 years old, and is built on the nte of an old stone church erected over 200 years ago. A bible which was pro se n tecb by Qaeen Annisnsed in the service. The bible is printed m redand bhwk inks, on thick pa- per, in qna^t^rpe. like all Ae mostsnrtoiMsIid ^mq in Wall- treett BwB siJ lS i^ nsvalrdKli^danaKbui- nea^hoors. With thft mews at toid to toieatifcla«i('ifliitliit diiiU^ i^^ The English Sparrow. English sparrows get a severe berating in a recent number of the London Academy, which says, " It is hard for a lover of birds to approach the 'sparrow question.' Spar- rows are found to do more harm than snakes or tigers. Nature's thieves and vagabonds they are. This is the verdict of every one who investigates the matter. They drive away birds who do more good and little or no harm. For every noxious insect they de- stroy, they consume more com than one likes to calculate. A Cheshire farmer, in- deed, estimates the loss to England due to depredations of sparrows at £770,094 a year and this loss is on the increase. The care- ful and long-continued experiments of Colo- nel Russell, in Essex, show that sparrows do unmitigated mischief, and the experi- ence of bur colonies and of the Americans confirm the facts beyond cavil. There is really nothing to be said for the sparrow. He carries destruction with him wherever he goes, and leaves devastation to mark his increase. From every point of view he must be looked upon as the enemy of man. Either he must give way to us or we to him and just now his power is such that he seems in a fair way to become here, as he al- ready has become in Australia, a factor in politics. The Colorado beetle can never commit such ravages as the sparrow is cer- tain to do wherever he is allowed to go on unchecked. Christmas Chazi^. Chmty is so closely linked with Christ- mas that no man is rich enough in the world s goods to know what the hotter naeans, ifhebepoorenoT^hinthe goods of Heaven to hu^ the aeon of Charity. The man who slmts his ear to the ay rf Wietch- edness and Want that wail at hu very door, and dies Imving his wealth to found col' Iws and benevolent fautitntiona, the wwld J. pleased to ^charitabte7^t. on^tiK SSTti?^ »«konag-4»«aSe Hfan who nfte.the adooM and moturfla^ aUthft world -I«««ddniil]tol«akeih»^UW» ttm wnoaa â€" ' "' " • have woididgive naifjwver •BfLiXet j^-end of B fo W Mo; cx«a^ jttttM fit' o{ooIkcM|,iMrkcMpitya, ^pfS' benevolent institutions, nor, indeed, in the bestowing of gifts and alms. It is a deeper virtue a virtue of the heart, an offspring of the soul, and if it springeth not thence, it is not Chprity. It lb easy to be charitable to those ^e love and know our heart then thaws at once into generous action, but to those we do not know and whom we there- fore think we are under jio obligations to love, it is apt to freeze up tighter than the North pole. All mankind are strangers and we know no other world than that which gathers round our own cheerful hearth, â€" our own burdened table. This state of affairs, however, cannot hold under the genial influence of Christmas. There is a magic about its turkey, and mince pie, and plum pudding, which seems to put us in good humor with ourselves, while at the same time, the holy gracious- ness of the season, the recollection of Him who was all Charity, comes over us, making us wish that our arms were long enough to throw around the world. It is then that we suddenly discover the sweet satisfaction that lies in Benevolence, that Charity, though it begins at home, need not end there, and that it is not the rich alone that have power to give " the charities that soothe and hesd and bless." I have alluded above to t^e magic powers of the plum pudding. Everybody knows it to be a national Chnstmas delicacy Eng- land, and everybody knows, too, that it has rather a firm hold in this country, notwith- standing that it may occasiomdly be crowd- ed out by its secoua cousm the mince pie. Both dishes, however, have their enemies â€" and bitter ones, some of themâ€" but these generally show up in the coward stomachs aom]^iiuig the army of dyspqitics, and there seems to he no danoex tiiat the impu- tation of either of these (^ristmas cates will ever suffer^ in the estimation of the valiaitt stomach. " Yea, verily, the plum pudding is tm in- stitation and me net disposed tobe etowd- edoflithlaugsortteetioffc'by the tnrkeyj nor ^V??'*^^»»^' " o*'»9r preparatory ttdi that a dinner i^Whdr to. • And nflwtha*1h« dear 4Id tinie for en- ^PM^b neaivk^ BtfUepfttB to ncsive tt 5^'?HP*HI,lK«rti. ai(i4 ^ajqaniier worthy Mrts ra|» 08|nii* and of it* pderless de- •Btl*:" "' • 't *:^ i-.;'.CV' iv, J{i.. i •ga tokme «â-  wigiraaior Urn.' Der Oak und der Vine. I don'd vas preachinsr voman's risfadts, Or anyding like dot, Und I likes to see all beoples Shust gondented mit deir lots Budt I vants to gondradict dot shap Dot made dis leedle shoke " A roman vas der glinging vine, Und man, der shturdj- oak." Berhaps, somedimes, dot may pe drue, Budt, den dimes oudt off nine, I find me oudt dot man himself Vas peen der glinging vine Und ven hees frendts dhey all vas gone, Und he vas shust " tead~proke," Dot's vhen der voman shteps righdt in, Und peen der shturdy o;ik. Shust tro oup to der pase-ball grouudts Und see dhose " shturdy oaks" All planted roundt ubon der seatsâ€" Shust hear deir laughs und shokes I Dhen see dhose vomen at der tubs, Mit glothes oudt on der lines Much vas der shturdy oaks, mine frendts, Und vhich der gUnging vines 5 Ven Sickness in der householdt comes, Und veeks und veeks he shta.vs' Who vas id iighdts him mitoudt resdt, Dhose vearj- nighdts und days Who beace und gomfort alvays prings, ' Und cools dot fefered prow More like id vas der tender vine Dot oak be glings to, now. ' ]|ail.«^-))fflt leedle here pelow," â-  etw time said; Bhd«iiMjt^At man he tlon'd vant, I dinrialHi»ns, inshted Und vhon der y^ars keep roUmg on, Dheir cares und droubles pnnging. He vants to pe der shturdy oak, Und, also, do der glinging. M«ype, vhen oaks dhev gling some more, Und don'd so shturdy peen, Der Klinjring vines dhey haf some stance To helb run Life's masheen In belt und sickness, shoy und pam, In calm or shtormy veddher, Tvas beddher dot dhose o^jm" "" Should alvays gling togedciner AOureforDiphtlieria' â-  Mr.Delthil.ofParis.^bege^j^^ for his success m the cm* °i ^f tnr- targe flat dishes, fiU*^.^*i/Wtsofthe J«S«S, are placed in ^^',^%cei »t ioom J sponges wet-mih^i^ ^^tiB ewh side of the pati^*" m Si«ldll jOabdli Aocrtah imosin yrmoat ViBthoii TheKni( Into the' Anddrai While a 1 Againia If notâ€" 1 "Iwilln "IwiUn I cannot i Far bette; ThanPia And swee Should CO The hardi But his la In her wo She has m She has p] She has p There is n Still, landi A thousan She has ta And she st She holds For her wi The ransor They weig; The gallan A broken c He entered Costanza, I " Where is " Oh fath. They took 1 A dull desp The damp. 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