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"tr5t: Original anlJ tltrttb. THETVOWS OF MEN. Suggested by the following libel oa woman:— Woman's faith and woman's trust. Write the clu»r*eteM in fust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon's plihtb8m; I And each evanescent letter Shalt he cleai. firmer, better, And more permanent. I ween. Than the things those letters mean, Take a blushing rose from a garden fair, Mucic its petals and scatter them everywhere; If you can gatlier tliOi<e leavea once more, And the ro- to its pristine glory restore. You may believe, but don't till then, That there is truth in the vows of men. Take from tne seashore in your hand Some grains of glittering golden sand Carefully count the shining store, And when you have numbered the whole seashore, You may believe, but don't tllllhen, That there is truth in the vows of men. Throw a withered leaf on the stormy sea, Set a littl captive skylark free; If that sinking bird reiurnsooce more, It that ivied leaf is washed on shore, Y >u may believe, bu;, d< n't till then, That there is truth in the vows of men. Pluck a gleaming star from the murky sky, And plant in it", place a vacuum on high Grasp Hillingshades thnteiuiJe thosi^ht, Or compel an eagle 1.1) soar at night, Succeed, then belidve. but don't till then, That there is truth in Uie vows of men. Dam up the flow of a mighty river, Say to sea." He calm for ever;* Bid the mountain bow iu ?rested head. Try a tiger like a iauib to lead, Succeed, then believe, but don't till n, That there is truth in the vewa of man. Bid the oak embrace the level plai. And woodland songsters cease their strain. Roll out in darkness the blaze of day Prove souls but finite things of clay. Then you may OWl, but don't till then, Thit there is truth :n the vows of men. MAIB ABFON.

^TGML STOBIES." HERBERT OF GLASLYN. A STORY OF THE EISTEDDFOD, THE CHAPEL, AND THE COAL MINE. CHAPTER XX. "SOW CRACKS 4 NOBLE HEART." Mr. Kynaston Gritnshawe's spioadid liouse, Tha Grange, was situate on the hillside half-way between Giaslyn and Melindre. To its sumptuously- furnished drawing-room enter reader and our- selves to find already sealed thevo the eldest o? tha Misses Grimshawe and Edith Merrivale, her music teacher. They were occupying an otto- man richly, if somewhat loudly, upholstered, in the centre of the room; behind them a screen, really creditably painted, and the joint work of the two girls; before them a cheerful fire, and beside them a portfolio of prints and engravings, which they were examining in company. laud Grimshawe was admittedly a charming girl, of refined tastes, accomplished, and-so the popular feeling expressed itself-" much too good for her father "—another instance of the fond- ness of popular feeling for girding at Providence. Pretty she was not, in the strict acceptation of that term, the oval face being a trifle too long, and the mouth just the shadow of a shade too wide and firm looking. These hereditary characteristics were, however, wholly redeemed by the eyes, which were dark, deep, tender, and full of a light which smote the sternness of the rest of the features, and vanquished it at every encounter. Her voice was wonderfully well modulated. Like her laugh—never boisterous or high—it charmed and soothed the soul like the sound of distant bells on a dreamy day in summer. In artistic directions Maud Grimshawe and Edith Merrivale luid much in common. Their portfolio contained a number of rare etchings, mezzotints, and line engravings. They were discussing some of those florii Bartolozzis which rank, now with the architecture of the period—than which there never was anything .,Her-now with the Raphael cartoons, according to parsing fancy and the in- uividual bias of the judee. On a com- parison of notes the girla had found that, while Edith's preference lay in the direction of landscape, Maud's affected genre. To Edith. Wilson and Gainsborough and Turner spoke an inspired language. Maud revelled in Reynolds, and found in Hogarth a never ending sourceof instruction or delight; such humour, such pathos, each picture complete in its equipment of properties, scenes, and dramatis persona, down to the minutest detail; each figure full of action •peaking louder than word*, and taking ita part in a plot as symmetrical and artistically presented in i'3 way as any oF Shakspeare's own. It was after lesson time, and the girls, who were on the most perfect equality with each other, the difference of social position notwithstanding, were indulging in a little harmless chat and tea (which latter they were sipping from the daintiest of Ctoixxa cups, placed on a table near at elbow), attd, of course, turning the portfolio between whiles. "You must find a terribly dull place to live in, Eciie dear," remarked Maud during a luU in their discussion of the technical merits of an artist's proof. I did at first; but the longer I know the place the better 1 seem to like it." Csme, that is nice. It is what most people agree in saying about us after a time. We are not nearly so bad as we appear to be." "You certainly improve on further acquain" tance. I, however, have been peculiarly fortunate is making such a friend as yourself, Maud dear." Now, that is withdrawing the praise YlJlJ were bestowing upon the place only a moment ago. 1 know I'm a most charming companion. Father say. that, who will at any time run a mile to get out of any way. But, supposing it were true, I'm not the only one of the kind in the town, surely." Yes, dear. The only one that is to say-" WU, what? Go on. E lie. The reservation may be a disagreeable cr.e, but I can bear it. Speak out, dear. Why how absent-minded you are,and nervous, I declare! One might think you were in love." Suite of herself, Edith started. "Not that llaudie; although I confess I was thinking of a. wan at th", time." Then I so very far out, after alL But finish up what you were going to tell me." I think I had better not, dear." "How u nk iDd How cruel! Shall I then "1 can't prevent you. And, knowing your fond- Bess for riddles, I urn not going to try." Let me see, now. Since he is a man, and one with wlsoui you are not in love, you have found to agreeable, he must be—yea, he must be—the Rev. Henry Jenkins." Edith burst ou laughing. "Rather irreverent, not to say discourteous,« observed the solver of riddles, disappointed at so ignominious a failure. "Give it up. Maud," said her companion. "Let us talk of something else." if I give it up, you ought to tell me the answer. But I sliail not give it up, Miss Merrivale, without the privileged three attempts. You know the spying hereabouts—' Three tries for a Welsh- man '— Because the Englishman falls with two." inter- posed Edith. "Yes. Our choir-leader, Mr. Herbert, told me that." Instantly those quick eyas and ears of Maud Grimshawe and that rapidly-generalising mind of her's had done their work. I've read your riddle," she exclaimed in I triumph. Your secret is mine. Tremble I" What do you mean, Maud dear," asked the other, a swift-dying shadow of vexation crossing I her countenance acd her voice. "1 will tell you, and then you shall say whether I am not a witch of the first order," returned Maud. it. was Mr. Herbert you were thinking of, and it is b« who has made the place so agree- able to you. Ah, well, Edit.li, you aie to be con- gratulated on your taste Hereabouts there is not I more desirable young fellow going. Every girl in Glaslyn seta her cap at him, and I do not wonder. 1- Maud!" remonstrated the other. Don t interrupt, dear. I was going to say I did r.ot wonder at Herbert is young, not at all bad looking, clever, high in favour with my father, and likely to make a husband such as very few Glaslyn girls ever get the chance of. A most eligible parti altogether. If it were possible, now-" I £ • butim speculation. MmO, pay 4.0s JQQI will make me repent having allowed the COnTena- tion to take this particular turn." Dear me, how prudish we've got to be all at once. Ah! do you admire these, then ? They were done by—my coujin—Charlie white at College." Your Cousin Charlie, dear ? t never knew ycu had one. Ah, I've surprised you in a secret, then Come, I am avenged." Maud certainly had hesitated, blushed, and shown other signs of trepidation such as might naturally be expected in an impulsive lid sud- denly thrown off her guard at a critical juncture of the conversation. It was most unfair, Edie," she Mid. "As Charlie himself would say, you've been fencing with the button off." You forget, Maud, it was you who first slipped yours. I simply gave a Charlie for your Walter. But, never mind, dear. There can be no harm in your loving your cousin if he is worthy of you and a good man, honest and strong, is worthy of the love of any woman." "I believe Charlie to be that, dear, but, like many other men, hA has been unfortunate. He got into some scrapa or other—I never knew exactly what, although 1 believe my father found out something very neir tht truth. I think there was a woman concerned. There was soma talk among his family that he had been trapped into marrying sc-ne designing creature and had laft the Country rather than own the connection." A look of pain came over Maud's face. "How long ago was that?" she asked, in an almost preternaturally calm tone of voice. fc A couple of years since, I should guess. Wait a moment; I can fix the date by a sketch Charlie sent-ire just before he went away." Rapidly running through the remainder of her portfolio, Miss Grimshawe at length made a dart upon one little sketch, and, holding it up to the light, read from a corner of it, in thinly-traced characters, the words:— ifayfieid, 15 June, 18-" And did he give you tiu.tasked Edith, calm no longer, but quivering with suppressed excite- ment. and deadly pale. "Certainly,dear; but why should you be angry about it ?" A sudden thought struck Edith, and, as it did so, her feelings were brought imns; liately under control. Do you happen to have a portrait of your cousin about you, ?.iaud?—of the man who gave you that sketch, I mean ? '"They were one and the same person. I have. Would you like to see it ? 0;1, dearly' I know Mayfield well, being a native cf those parts, and I am absolutely dying with curiosity to find out whether your cousin is in any way related to the person who painted that scene." But he painted it himself, Edie. He told me so in a letter at time, which I have still by me- However, let me fetch his photograph, tince you are so desperately itixious to sec it," and without mere ado Maud tripped oti to her boudoir, whence she shortly afterwards emergod, holding her cousin's carte oohind her back. Now," she said, gaily, "you must be very good, and promise not to fall in love with him. He is very handsome, but he is mine, re:Dember-wine by word of mouth, and word of hand, solemnly pledged, and often. There'" Ai., God! Her worst forebodings were realised. A great dizzy sickness came over Edith Merrivale, and a bitterness as of death surged up around heart and brain, threatening instant ruin to both. It passed away, though, leaving her white and exhausted from the conflict. Thiat man, who she believed had loved her, was all the while betrothed to another who doubtless loved him then as she loved him now, with all the intensity of a young and passionate uature. Nay, even while yet the echo of his marriage vows must have been lingering in his ears he had written this innocent creature, cooped up in the wilds of Glaslyn, words of hope, of cheer, encouraging her unsuspecting fairh in him, and nourishing in her the belief that the time must quickly come when sho would be hij for ever. This, too, with the kissea of his young bride fresh upon his lips; and, crowning insult, it was that young bride's sketch, finished at his special request in one of the earliest days of their honeymoon, that he had presented to his cousin as his own. Dastard The situation uad been too much for both women. Frightened by the unearthly pallor of her companion's features, Maud Grimshawe, for once in her life, completely lost her presence of mind. Instead of ringing for ad^istance, as she otherwise would have done, she dropped to her knees by Misa Merrivale's side, and, taking one of the latter's hands in her own, kept crooning |"Edie, darling. Speak to me. And then as if she thought her friend had really died, 0 God 0 God! I've killed her." The agonised exclamation had the effect of hurrying Edith's return to consciousness. Maud," she was presently able to say, I'm better. Don't distress yourself, darling." What did I do, Edie; what did I do?" asked the other in a perfect agony of alarm, and before Edith could rouse her faculties to reflect on her answer the terrible truth had escaped her. My poor, oruelly-wronged child," she mur- mured, as one in a dream, which, in fact, she was, that picture is mine, and the man who gave it you is my husband." Amid tears and sobs was the miserable story told from first to lait; Maud's strongly-expressed doubts giving way as proof after proof accumu- lated with damning force and clearness. And with Maud's doubts went Maud's self. It was not the same creature whom Edith left at Grimshawe House that she had found there when she entered it. Proud natures break, they say, but never bend. Three months later the Melindre Mercury an- nounced the unexpected death of Miss Maud Grimshawe, eldest daughter of Kynaston Grim- shawe, Ksq., of The Grange at Glaslyn. Theie were the usual eulogiums of the young lady's personal worth, tempered by a parenthetical ex- j pression of regret that, Miss Grimshawe being a devoted member of the Church of England, the editor (a rigid Calvinistic Methodist) could not claim the credit of her many good works for Ca.rmel Chape!,of which her excellent parent was the principal deacon. There were the customary con- dolences with the father in his bereavement, which, it was hoped, would fortify him yet more strongly in the faith, and, finally, a hint was conveyed that, although the young lady had suffered for some time previously from the effects of a cold caught at the Melindre Fawr Eisteddfod, the immediate cause of death was affection of the heart. Affection of the heart, no doubt! CHAPTER XXI. OBOSSES PATHS. Deacon Grimshawe belied the general expecta- tion of Uie&laslyn people, by maintaining a per- sistent silence with regard to the events which we, the secret historian of the period, have duly set forth as having occurred at Carmel Chapel on a i certain fateful Sunday night. Never a word, never a hint did he allow to escape him that there had been even is much as a misunderstanding between him and Walter gerbert. When he and the young man happened to cross paths it was in silence on both sides, though it is not impossible that a close observer might catch a transient gleim of anger in the elder man's eyes or flitting athwart hit swarthy countenance. But that all. When business or the exigencies of the chapel threw them together in public, each appeared so scrupulously polite and self contained that one might almost think they were better friends than ever. As the time approached for the young man's departure from the works Mr. Grimshawe felt more and mere the loss his interests would be likely to sustain, and the difficulty which would be experienced in finding so admirable a servant with a suitable successor. Herbert," he said one morning, entering the I office, and finding the young fellow busy with some diagrams on a drawing board in front of him, I have thought over this matter of the notice, and I have concluded to ask you to stay." "You are very good, sir," replied the young man. But it can only be on conditions; you must give over associating with two people whose com- panionship alone it is that has brought you and 1 into collision. The Arcbdruid, "Urien," is one. lisll Edith Merrivale is the other. The one is under- mining your faith in God; the other your loyally to me." Mr. Grimshawe waa a man of few words. Men of such moods usually are, Herbert was, at least, equally brkf and terse. "IMU much obliged to you, sir, but I decline the conditions," lie responded. If I prefer leaving." Come. ÇQIMt bo WMonahle. 1 ban pf0miae4 to make a man of you, and I will. Ifindthecares of management growing too much for me. I pro- pose to appoint a deputy, and you are the very man for the post. Let all that has just passed between us be as dead. I will introduce you to the works at the end of the week in your new capacity, and in my absence you will always be the head of the whole establishment. To maintain you suitably in your new position you and your mother shall have the large house at the Wern to live in and I will double your salary at once." You are only too good, sir but I cannot accept accept the conditions," was the simple, but steady response. What do you mean to do on leaving Olaslyn?" asked Mr. Grimshawe nettled. Do you mean to ruin yourself and your mother, too? You will find it no easy matter to get such another berth, or a berth of anvkind, you can take that from me." I don't intend to look for a fresh place for some time—not for some months. I mean to work out a little design I have on hand and patent it, if I can." Oh! Is that business of the safety lamp still in your head, then?" said Mr. Grimshawe, with the air of a man who knew all about it. I thought you had given it up as a bad job lon¡; ago." On the contrary, I have been at it harder, and with a fit-iner belief, than evor. My model is ac. tually complete, and all I want is the chance of a II really satisfactory experiment." "Yon certainly have two of the inventor's qualities very well developed in you," observed Mr. Gritnshave, drily, "p^rtin^city and a belief in yourseif. But, tell me, is your resolve to leave my works a fiaal one ?'' "Final," was tiio answer. "Idiot," cried Mr. Grimshawe, and flung himself out of the room, leaving Walter, flushing angrily to his meditations. (To be continued.)

They carry economy of labour and material to I Consiclerabit- height in America.. This beats phoneic ,)rin,in, 2 lovers sat benenth the shade, And I L:: 2 the other saidt How 14- 8 1 hat you bo 9 Have smiled upon this suit of mine! If 5 a heart it palps for you— Thy voice is mu6 melody— "I'is 7 to be thy loved 1, 2- Say, Oy nymph, wilt naarrytne? Tnen lisped the soft, "Why 13Iy." A New Yorker has invented a vacuum, but the authorities iu Washington refuse to graut him a patent on it. They say his vacuum is a bare-faced iufringpijion' on a dude's head. THERii WAS. A pedestrian on Fourth Street the other day came ncross a couple of small boys who were light- ing, nnd he "topped and inquired— nO) s, is there a principle behind this ?" You bet said the smaller one, as he loosened his clutch for a minute. I sold him one biie of II,Y harvest apple, and he choked hini-clf in trying to swallow the whole thsn^. The principle is, that he has got to shell out three more marbles, or I'll fight him to the List ditch. TOO PAETICUXJLR. I wish to report a case of larceny," she said. as she entered the police-station yesterday. Yes'm. When did it occur Last evening." At what place?" On a ferry boat, sir." What are the particulars ?" Why, I with a young—young man, and-" v()U were. Well, go on." And tell his name ?" Of course." And that I never saw him before ?" Cprtiiinly." "Then 1 won't report the case, sir! You are too particular, and the ring wasn't worth over S3 anyhow I" BKD-HBADKD GIRLS AND WHrn: HORSES. "flares r. red-headed jjirl tir,d there's a white horse." remarked Mr. 'John Matthews, the well- known sporting man, who was walking down Broadway with a reporter. Wliat'do yr-u mean ?*' he was nsked. Didn't you ever hear that before ? Every time you meet a red-headed girl you will see a white liorqe. ? Half-a-block further another red-headed girl was met. Where's your white horse now ?" asked the reporter. There's one turning the next corner," he replied and, sure enough, around the corner came a white horse drawing a druv. "They never fail, I tell" you. I have been saying,' Here's a red-headed girl and there's a white horse' for fifteen years. I've never eot left yet. After parting the reporter met one more red. headed girl, and, looking for the white horse, was not surprised to see a car pass drawn by two of them. A HUSBAND'S ADMISSIONS. He was on the witness stand, and was asked if he had ever struck his wife. Well, yes; I did kinder tap her once with a table leg." is that the only time?" asked the attorney. n): I did strike ¡'er on the arm once, which made it swel up a little." "Any other time?" I hit her with a poker once, but it wasn't my fault. I took the poker for to get a coal from the stove for to light me pipe, wiien the old woman come for me, and I held out the poker for to defend uiebi-lf, and she rau agin it pretty hard." Did you ever throw anything at her?" I heaved a stov-lid at her once when she come for me." It is charged that you threw biicks at the hc,u,e once; is this true." I threw a few bricks at the house once, but I didn't smash any windows, yer honour." The divorce was granted. THK ALDERMAN' AND THE OFFICES. Some time ago a new man was put on the police force. As he was a gawky sort of a customer, one of the aldermen undertook to make fun of him in the presence of a number of gentlemen. Now," said he alderman, ;would you salute an alderman if you were to meet him on the street after aark ? Certainly, certainly, I would. I would take off my hat to IlIm." '• That's right. I am glad to see that you are beginning to nn ierstand your duties. Now, sup- pose a cruwd of men were to pass you after dark, and you did not know who they were, what would you do if it was late, and-" If they were drunk and raising a row I'd let them pais." W°uldn't you attempt to arrest the disturbers of the public peace ?" 011, no! I would salute them very politely, for £ would be at least one alderman amongst tnrau^certain sure," responded the new policeman I he listeners, at whom the smart alderman had been winking, he expecting them to laugh, did laugn profusely. They held their sides, but the smart a.uermarr's voice id not ming.e with the chorus, as be bad somehow or other captured ft suspicion that he himself was the man they were smiling at.

From "Moonshine." 11 The complaint of the unemployed labourer is I've got no work to do"; that of the unemployed swindler," I've got no do' to work." Mr. O'Brien says ho is prepared, if need be, for his bier; but the Timet already speaks of his "pitiful whine." Can it mean his shatn-painf [Whine not?—Ed.l Mrs. Muddle meaning's, although sho doesn't pre- tend to know much about racing, can pee that the fondness of bookmakers for tho Ledger" is very natural and creditable, A shark of tremendous dimensions wag caught: nt Fiumc. In its stomach was found a pair of boots containing the remains of feet. This was the sole eviteuce of a fi^'iy transaction. UNKIND. How did you like that hare I sent you ? Like it? Couldn't eat it-too high; you must have kept it by you for a fortnight." Never mind, old boy, I'm going shooting to- morrow, and I'll sand you some partridges. They won't be high." No, they won't be high, I hot. If they are high you won't hit 'em you know." THE CAEGKR'S LAMENT. The Inst rush of bummer Has left me ulone; All my blessed companions Hava bolted and gone. No swell from a club houses No masher is nigh With a drink to refresh me, Or a copper to shy.

From "Judy." A SCREAMER. Now for it! Why are you, when you get "the shivers," after your (too) cold matutinal tub, like an unsuccessful newspaper?—Because, you see, your circulation is bud. THE REASON WHY. How do you account for the fact tht ftow-a- days one so seldom sees dumb wniters in modern dining-rooms?—'Well, probably, don't you know, because they have been found not to answer, A BEAL ROAREB. How is it thnt your wife and yourself, when you are desirous of making a little excursion tn Kew Gardens, find that you cannot get there straight ?— Well, because, you see, you mint go to such & place as Kew. See ? Jul HAl This is a joke, but no laughing matter. That, you know, is a paradox; but why, should you say. is a surgeon dentist even a still greater one? Well, you see, the more he "stops," the better he gets on. HUMPH S The Good Ytntvg Aunt points out a picture cfu The Ckristian Martyrs to A ice Little A'iece. Says the Little Niece: auntie! there's one poor tiger hasn't got no Christum to eat at ,\II I" [Stage direction—Leave her at home next journey. TO A POND MOTHER. Why—now, please be cros«!—does that precious, pretty, dear darling of a ducky, your last baby, so often resemble a storm at sca?-Giveit up? Well, then, because, you know, they both begin—-pray keep your temper!—with a squall. AN OLD nilYMB WITH A NEW BRASOS. Cuss so wary, Cass so wary, Endacol t. and Newton, too. Wish you'd had some missionary, And gone off to Timbuctoo. FACT AND FACULTY. Why is it, do you suppose, thnt doctors are less addicted to grumbling and finding fault than any other class of men?—Why, inasmuch as, you know, good medical men always possess—ahem !— patients.

From" Fun." "l 'A SHAYING-SHOP SKETCH. CHATTY BARBER: Yes, 1 went down to the court myself, just out of curiosity. They brought the prisoner there on a Habeas Corpus! KNOWING CUSTOMKB; Come, come, Jackson, draw it mild! 1 was also on the bloomin'spot; and may I be jiggered if he brought there in a cab. You do know how to stretch it! ANCESTRAL AMENITIES. SIB WICSHAU TALLOCQH, BABT. My grandfather knew your grandfather, Lord Boughbey, quite well. Miss FITZAMOUBY DE COUDSETTE: How curious! I've often heard my papa say—referring to the alderman, your papa—that lie didn't think your family could be old enough ever to have had a grandfather; but, of course, that could only have been his nonsense, could it? OUR rOTUBK DOCTORS. lAn American paper says that "lady doctora are now becoming quite general." J If women, dear woman, turns up her sweet nose At minding the baby or darning our hose; If, scorning her needles, a lancet sha takes, And besom for pestle and mortar forsakes; If, 'stead of the bed, she makes wonderful pills, And cures, not his bacon, but man's mauy ills; What quickly will luippen 'tis easy to see, When the He has for doctor a pretty young She. The man who has never known illness before Will be very often, of course, at death's door; And he who has never yet swallowed a pill WiU take at her fair hands a regular fill" 1 The hard-muscletl, fast-footed giunt athlete ^'ill suddenly find that he's grown quite effete; The her who used to attend on the fair Will now -S3 himself always under her care. And when she's prescribed him a pill or a draught, And the one-table-spoonful-at-niglit he has quaffed; When he's been cured of his fancied complaint, He'h tell you he isn't well yet—no. he There's still in hit, body one suffering part, And that ii-what need, though, to say it?—his heart. No uiedicine crowding the chemist's full shelf Can cure him; he needs, and he must have— herself.

The girl who marries for money often gets a fool thrown in. The Chinese always weep at their weddings. As usual, the Chinese are ahead. Out of the 21,000,000 of widows in India 79,000 are under nine years of age, 207,000 under fourteen yeirs of age, and 382,000 under nineteen years of age. The women who believe everything thnt servant girls say of other families are the ones that don't expe. t anyone to believe anything that their ser- vants say of them. A traveller in Africa declares that he met one king who had eleven portly wives, all of whom were weighed monthly, ihe one that weighed most being invariably installed mistress of the house- ho:d until the next weighing. Mistress: I'm sorry you have to leave me, Mary. Mary: And I'm sorry tc go; there isn't an) body I'd sooner do a favour for. Mistress: Ah, indeed! Then won't you be so kind as to give me a recom- mendation to hand to the next cook that applies? If there's anything worse than a hair In the butter to make a man swear, It's the fearful French cackle, Which no fellow ca.n tackle, That is slung in a swell bill-ot-fare. There is a disposition nmong some people whe were never who never went iu swimming against their parents' commands and came home with the other boy's shirt on, to look on the enthu* siasm that others manifest in athletic sports With disdain, if not contempt. The capacity of certain phrases to express a great deal is very interesting. A wonvtn who lud interred three temporary partaker? of joys and sorrows, and wlio had married a fourth, when a-ked if she had another husband,replied haughtily, There is a geutleman who enjoys 111at. uncertain pleasure at pre,ent." to My dear," said he to his lady love, I've been busy all day; manual labour, you know, but brain work—which is the hardest kind." Yes,. indeed, I know it must be for ou and there was a look of tender sympathy in her eyes which aroused him. She was quite in earnest. He changed the subject. Miss Ethel: Yes, indeed, we girls are fully alive] to the justice of the popular criticism on chattering women, and th t is the reason we organised our thought club. Mr. Thought club. "Yes and it's doing a world of good." I do not doubt it." Yes. indeed. Why, at the last mee: ing we talked for five whole hours on the advantages of silent meditation." It was a little hard on the boy, for he meant welt, and bad a sincere admiration for the giri. They were sitting at the tea table with a company of others, and as he passed the sugar he murmured in an undertone, "Here it is, sweet, just like you. The compliment was a little awkward, to be sure, but lie meant it, and it seemed more than cruel, when a moment later, having occasion to pass the butter to him, sue dxawltd'' fiexe it is, soft, just

Toung bO"' ptoitoaplw MO y.aj-3 in vw OaAXDMA yolifttir. Ii&Vo d'lMluVprcd tllftt yokl have \¡"Cln more sugar tlwn I gavt> jou. JOUfcirfT 1 YiJ, $ct"d. mn i l'vtf boon ifrttk'rtg htliuve there mrae another "little boy ppe»'* ing tile day vsjtll me, LADY VISITOR: Now, bqrp, ttint I bove these things, perhaps one of you can tell me "iw.t. sect is most intolerant, and in the greatest darknps.. f MASTER STUBBIKS Please, miss, I know—Jnscct3. The curiosity of a child of five had been arousc-i by seeing a magnifying-glass. H,w mnny timei d. it magnify ?-V askeJ. a gentleman, thinking to puzzle him. "As many times as you lopk through itl" was the quick reply. Now come and tell me, dearie, what was tht most interesting thing in the sermon thi. morningP" Why, mamma, It was where tlie minister toll about somebody's taking somebody d ♦apart;' but he didn't tell why it was done, or how he was put together again. The other day when Flori ie. was setting out to school, she asked for a bottle of clean water. MOl HBR Whatever do you want a bottle for Florrie ? FLORRIE: To pat tho liowei> the boys bring me, in. MOTHKK But you never ask the boys to bring you flowery do you? FLORRIE (contemptuously tossing her head): No. There is only one boy that briugs them, and all the girls tease him for them. MOTHKB: And you ask him for them. FLOHRIB (decidedly): No. MOTHER Then how do you ?et them ? I'LOIU'.T* (mmfly) Why I just look at him and be gives them to me. Mrs. Uendricks, accompanied by Bobby, hidV dropped in for a moment to see Mrs. De Hobsonk and. after much urging and entreaty, had fiuaiiyl consented to stay to luncheon. C « Bobby was so pleased with the shopwindows, Mrs. Hendricks said, sipping her soup. "Dearri little fellow, I could aeatcely tear him away fro-A.) them." t "Yes, Indeed,"acquiesced Bobby, enthuslastl-i cally, "and so were you, and you said that if wa| didn't make linste we wouldn't get here until, lunch was over." She had invited him to supper, and he wfi3 trying to appear easy and unconcerned, while shoJ was on her prettiest behaviour. f "Have you used the sugar, John?" Inquired tllf mother, in a whining manner. 4 "John don't want no sugar," ejaculated lt young heir, abruptly. It Why not?" inquired the father curiously, while John, in his surprise, swallowed a bit of toasted crust, and nearly cut his throat open. "'Cos lie don't. expl;t-.ne,l tiie heir, in an artful mAnner;" I heard him tell M iry las' night——" "You 1cp still," Interrupted Mary, In hysterical manner, while the young man caught his breath in dismay. "I heard lii-o say," persisted tho heir, with dreadful eernes, II that she was so sweet that he shouldn't never use no sugar any more—an then he kissed her, an' I said I'd tell, an, 11 The young heir was lifted out of the room by the ears and the supper was finished in moody silence. Parson JontS going to dinner to Mr. I"s one Sun- day and seeing it boy digging, gently re ill on* irntes with him for working Ot the Subhi t > and usks him what ha is digging for. Boy: Potatoes. PAl/SON t HuC why can't you do ihat on another •lay? Dor,'r. yoOt know it is Sunday. Boy: IVe got to -t letti it)-ditr sir, and I must look slick, ns Parses Jones is coming to dinner to-day and we've got no potatoes in tho house. A Yankee boy, having Zono to the conwfry writes a* follows to a city playfellow:— Bob.— You oughter be out here. I ain't seeBI nothin' but fun tene I got here, and I don't <'ar< if I don't get back to town Cllr a year. Tite )ti)eii day me an' a feller named Ike an' Cal nn' Silll went down to the creek that ain't Veiy far from my uncle's an' (law a duck that would dive every time we made a motion like we was goin'totliro* at it. Part of us got on one side of the creek an part on the other, hnd we thro wed at the old duclcl till lie flew away, an' you bet, if lie had s'.are(lil there we would er got him putty soon. While was was wallerin' under a tree a big boy will, freckl. s I all over his facecamealong with a Run n a' -.topped. He looked at us a while an'asked if I could out* box Sim. Me nri' Sitt) say nothin' sin, strter white the big feller said the one that out-box^d might shoot his gun. an' the fu,t thing I knnvvell we was at it dogs fightin'. I'm a liltle biggeen Sim, but leintne toil you, Sim's tough. I didn't kere nothin' erbouc sliootin' the old gun nohow. The next day we killed n cat. It whipped two dogs, but er old dog naned M-jor grabbed ) him an' finished him. We petted old MM jor up an' then tied a tin bucket to his tllil an' had filru You ought to have been with us the next day. While we was down by the branch, we saw a great big, old snake go under er rock. We poked uttdef the rock with er long pole, an' the old Snake stuck ij out his head an', sir, about that thnp, ker bip 0 j old Ike took him on the head but lie wouldn'l; come out. After while we saw hi oM tail "olkin" i at the edge of the rock an' Sim grabbed him an' throwed him awaw out younder an' we killed hifO 3 an' hung him up on a limb to make It rain. The dogs run a rabbit in a holler tree yesterday, an we tried to twist him out but couldn't. Cal saii V-; he could get him out, an' he got rotrie biric an" leaves an' built a fire in the holler, an' "iJ he was goin' to smoke him out. Alter a while here came, bip right down in the fire, an' Cal nailed him. The dogs howled nnd crowded round. but we drovet-M back an' wouldn't let 'em get hoil » the rtibbit, but a dog nmried King slipped up s'r- grabbed the rabbit an' killed him. Then we took • a dog named Ring an' tied Cil's hat. to his tail had some fun. You ought to see 11. run. TIIO other dogs caug> t him and walleied him in the sand. Càl's hat was tore all to pieces, all, I'll bet | his mammy whipped him. Thill morn In' Sim felt oaten a tree an' broke his arm. This is the ficesf, place I ever seen for fun."

There is nothing so demoralising as fishing. A, truly pious man will pujl in two eels and then lo his family and brag of the trout he caught and gave to his friends. London photographers encourage the i of Am. r can women bei-i- presented at court- r.y&J woman immediatelj' has her picture taken in cou. Costume to send liome to her dear 500 f leans. I pa photographers are growing ricil under ihu new dig- pensation. He had lent his stylographic pert to direct envelope. She Oh, doesn't it write beautifully' I declare l'm in love with this pen. lIe: A:Au. io fere with the holder. She saw the "point." r -4,

ON OCTOBER 15th Will be commenced in the WEEKLY MAIL, new Story, entitled "ALICIA'S DIARY," from the pen of that well-known novelist THOMAS HARDY. This story will constitute the last of the short story series which has been running through the WEEKLY MAIL for some months past.

THE LAY OF A CARDIFF LOUNGER. A gentleman whom we intend appointing our Laureate directly we can afford to keep a poet has sent us the following, which may interest the great ciowd which daily gathers at the spot indicated, and create of it AN INFORMAL EXCHANGE. They call it Cory's Corner, where, by a custom strange, All day is helot, by no-man bell'd. The Dock folks' real Exchange. 'Xhey open somewhat early, and they close at half-past four. With footsteps slow, they come and go, Like waves on a windless shore. The members take no ticket, and they pay no yearly fee, The»' chat, and chaff, and smoke and laugh, For that ttxchaiige is free. They keep one livery servant, his coat is a deep tea blue. But no one knows who buys his clothes. And they give him naught to do. There servants meet their masters, and the rich and poor hob-nob, The trittimt-rblack and sailor Jack There often find a job. When Gr..k meets Greek on that Exahange, the tog of war cnmes not, For each man knows to come to blows Would Pederise" that spot. The members lounge about in groups, there ara no benches there, In fact, tht-y wnlk about and talk Like merchants (III the square," They have no standing" orders, bat they stand In m iny ways. Sometimes the -@,Mount" they make their fount, But the "Ship's" the shop that pays. If you want to studv faces, the types of many lands. Avoid the <qu)tre," there's no ciiaiige" there That Interest commands. » Come down to Cory's corner 'twixt the hours of ten and three, Each kind of nose on man that grows There every man may see. There are noses thin and pointed, with bridges high and low- The aquiline and snub design, With tips that ruddy glow. The turn-up and the ltoman, the short and very lone. The broken-joint and purple point The weakly and the strong. Ther* puny politicians hold forth from mom till night, VV ith might and main hey howl with D*in Or shout with mad delight.; The stalwart k .ight of Northcote fame, in knioker- bookers neat, Looks down with fear at Harry's leer And points at his poor feet. HthlnkrWi" known this corner, some people seem to tliiiik. He would have found, by walking round. lils noted •• missing link "t A wild' 8 Wll° baS 80 maiiy years bewailed with accents Might end her grief, and find relief, By seeing here her child.

THOSE MEN! I "Tell me, Jones, does your wife ever belabour you with a broom ? No, Brown, she does not. Not because she's so docile however. I've [hedged against auch exhibitions of sweet temper." In what way, old fellow ? by buying her a patent carpet sweeper. It works like a charm. The sweeper catches at the chandelier, knocks the vases off the mantel, and finishes up by giving her a most consoling whack on tho back of the head. She goes for the sweeper now instead of me. D'ye see ? —g————P—

LIVERPOOL'S HERMIT MILLIONAME. Some years ngo there might have been seen 13 Bold-street-the Regent-street of Liverpool-an elderly gentleman of spare figure, erect, military bearing, and dressed in the fashion of forty years ago. Few knew him, except perhaps a few of the o der Liverpool merchants, for he shrank from publicity, lived a simple life, and has just died in his eightieth year. Mr. William Taylor, whose father commenced business in 1798 as a" who'esnle grocer, and invested money in land which has since become very I valuable, was most eccentric in his habits. He lived almost entirely alone. He had a n-ne library and elegant literary tastes, and kept a table such as epicureans would have revelled in. He was a good hor.-eman, but he never rode except on Sun- days, when, accompanied by his groom, he rode to Ma'.Chester, Warrington, or elsewhere, and even furtlier. He always attended Divine service in the place to which ho rode, and liked to alight from his horse just as the bells left off. Except £ 1,000 left for a stained glass window in Walton Church, his immense property passes to a maiden lady, Miss j Stringy „ ,J