Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 7 August 1897 — Page 2

THE DAILY BANNER TIMES, GREENCASTLE, INDIANA.

THE TWO KINGS.

f’ln kinc was riding homt» iitfain From many a har l-fonifht l|i , ld: A".I th** blow of a 'nai'** had half flTa-od

The dragon on his shield. rusted, and dinted, and

; rome, sooner or later. Otherwise, he is not a normal man, for the capacity of indifference is one of the standards by which modern manhood is measured. : Every marriage which is not a complete failure, must he sanctified by a certain measure of love, and this must not be diminished; so, as his affection grows weaker, yours must not ouly endure,but must strengthen and increase, that the deficiency may be made up. You must love him so much that you can bear to see the lover who is restless if you are out of his sight for a moment, lie gradually transformed into the friend who is content to dispense with your society for three, four, live, yes, even six and seven evenings in the week. And your love must be

to-day, so will you see me ten, twenty, thirty years from now, if we live that long—only grown more devoted, perhaps, through years of common weal

and woe.”

-—■n ? * * —plete lauure, must he sanctinea ny a She rested her head on his shoulder. fF—'■ ^ lx ■: — certain measure of love, and this must “Mrs. Walton w as wrong, wasn’t

she?” she whispered timidly.

“What did she say?”

“Oh, she sail! that all men grow in-

different after the novelty of having

a wife wears off. and that ” “Oh, she's a cynic. She doesn’t

know what she is talking about. You mustn’t pay any attention to her. Some men may do so, but I never

His armor was ni-i.- l. atel .lint. l, a.. 1 }j vet y eS( eveu „j x and* seven evenings “Why, my dear,” she said, with a And hanging at his side in the week. And your love must be happy little laugh, “of course you From a baldrh- fray I was a broken blad*; >u deep and so strongthat you can for- won’t. How foolish I was to think of But he rode through the town with pride. r (.j )roBC bing him for his neglect, saying ‘no.’ ”—The Puritan.

Before him there rode a trumpeter; And behind him. ten by ten. With martial clank, eame rank and rank, Biding, Ids mail-clad men. The streets of the king's good city Were loyally thronged that day. And caps were doffed and healths were quaffed As he rode with his proud array.

Before a tavern a man-at-arms Sat drinking the Blienlsh wine; •'I’ll not bend the knee, nor uncap,” he, ''King am I, too, by right divine.”

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They haled him fortli ns the king passed

by:

“Now. what may your judgment be. Good our lord, on your slave, this churlish knave, Who uncaps not. nor bends the knee?” The king drew rein on his charger tall. And halted Ids mail-clad men; His stern, sad face he turned for a space On that luckless wight, and then, Bternly lie spoke to the tossing crowd: "No man s homage will I compel, If yesterday, in yon deadly fray, He deems that I fought not well.’ “Nay, nay, my lord,” said the knave, abashed; “Thou art doughtiest in the land; I stand confest; twas a sorry jest, That 1 knelt not, cap in hand. "But yet, in the heart of Lass Majorie, Am I king by rigid divine, By our lady's name. I thought it shame, To kneel to peer of mine.” Then ttie good king laughed a royal laugh, And a kingly oath swore lie; And bis cap of steel, to his mailed heel. He swung in Ids courtesie. “Sir King, to thy kingship I doff my helm; Long HvcTlie king, I say, In this realm of thine, as I in mine; May st thou reign till thy latest day.” “But doff thy bonnet, Kir King,” he said, “Till I till it with ruddy gold, For a king rules best where tile treasure chest Is fullest, so I have been told." The king rode on through the cheering crowd, With thoughtful and downcast eye, As one who may feel a memory steal Upon him from days gone by. But doubtless he pondered of kingcraft deep And his high affairs of state, As lie and ids men rode home again To the ancient castle gate. —W. 8. Telford, in Washington Times.

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5 The Worth of

3 the Warning.

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The slightest allusion to his shortcomings would be fatal. You must learn to steer clear between the Scylla of reproach ami the Charybdis of retalia-

tion.

“You are beautiful, sweet ami good, but if, in the future, some face less fair than yours, perhaps, attracts him, you must not be surprised and must suppress all jealous pain. He often tells you, now, how much he ^ cares for yon, but by and by be will , begin to say it less frequently, and at ! last those three little words, T love you,’ will be but a memory, ns the re- ! train of some sweet soug that you | loved iu days gone by, and whose melody still hovers faintly round you. And you would give your life to hear them, too. Your heart will ache so without them. He will be proud of you, and will give you money without the asking, all of which is very necessary, of course; but there will be many times when you will feel that you would be the happiest woman on earth if he would just take you in his ahns and say, ‘Oh, I love you sol’ although he had not a dollar in the world and you would understand that you would have to work your lingers’ ends off for enough to live on. “You will weep many bitter tears over it, but you will not dare to remonstrate with him, because he will not mean to he careless. In all probability he will not know he is, and would be very indignant were any one to hint at such a thing. It is simply a man’s way. There will be times when you will want to go to him and say, ‘Oh, what have I done, that you should grow so cold toward me? Why don’t you love me as you used to? 1 am well fed, well housed, ami well clothed, but for all that I am starving for the dearest thing on earth to a woman—love. I would rather you would beat me once iu a while, and then make up by indulging iu a tit of genuine love making, than to break my heart by degrees with your indifference.’ But j’ou won’t dare to do it. He would become angry and say you were unreasonable; that he cares for you, of course he does, and that you ought to know it by bis uniform kindness and generosity. Oh, no, you mustn’t say anything. That would be nagging, and a nagging woman is excluded from the elect both on earth below and iu heaven above. A man despises a nagging woman. Were you to reproach him he would be apt to declare that you were driving him away from you! Ho you must smile and seem calm and serene, and bear it all as a matter of course—which it is. “But have you any conception, my dear, of the extent of the love required to do all that? You can bear it by gradually acquiring indifference yourself, but indifference is never patient, uncomplaining, and true. Only love can be all that, and it must be a boundless love—a love that pnsseth all understanding. Is yours such as that? Have I frightened you, my dear little girl? It is cruel, isn’t it? Perhaps it would have been better, after all, to let you live the lesson instead of having it inculcated by means of the cramming process. But I meant it for the best. Ponder over these proof sheets of experience, and store away strength. You will need it. All women do. He is only a man, you know, and he is just like the rest of them, however different you may think him. Men are not like women, because—well, because tlrey are men." The happy Hush had died out of the young girl’s face aud her lips were

pale aud drawn.

“Oh,” she cried, “it is such a horrible picture. Take some magic brush which you surely have at your command, Mrs. Walton, and paint it all away. No, no, I do not love him enough for that. I could work for him, and suffer with him, but I could not endure the dying of his love.” “But remember,” resumed the other, “that love is a woman’s life, and is not a modicum of the divine gift better than none at all?” “Oh, I do not know. I cannot think. Marry him—for that? No, no, Mrs. Walton, I cannot. Tell me what to say. He will be here in a few

minutes. ”

“My dear, do not ask me. I have said too much already.” The young girl arose and stood, tall and Arm, before the woman of the

world.

“I will say ‘no,’” she said decisively. “I will not cultivate the best love of my woman’s heart, only that I may be the uncomplaining slave of a

selfish man.”

He came at four o’elock. She was very digniHed, very cold, and very beautiful when he took her hand in his, but one look from bis honest dark eyes brought the tell-tale Hush to her cheeks again, and her lips

trembled.

“Is it to be ‘yes’ ?” he asked

softly.

She shook her head.

“O," she said, “I am afraid. I

HE young girl’s'fair face was tinged w ith a Hush of happiness, ami her lips were slightly parted with one of those rare, dreamy smiles that are expressive of ineffable joy. Her

companion watched her for many min-

utes iu silence.

“So you are engaged to be married?” said the elder woman at length, as she laid aside the painted screen with which she had been shading her eyes from the blazing logs, and turned her

gaze full upon the young girl.

“Not exactly engaged, Mrs. Walton. He has asked me—about it. Somehow, wheu the time came, I found it a more difficult question to decide than I had ever supposed it to be, and I asked him to wait a little while aud let me think it over. He is coming to-day at four o'clock for an answ er. Oh, Mrs. Walton, it is a serious matter, after all,

isn’t it? What shall I say?”

The woman of the worjd smiled sad-

ly.

“You are right, my dear,” she said. “It is a serious question. The great trouble is that so many people do not consider it so. Do you love him?” “Oh.yes, very dearly. lam miserable without him. When he is away I wish he were here. 1 count the hours until he will come again. I—” Bhe paused and blushed deeply at the iuuoeeut

confession.

“But with all that,” she added,after a short pause, “I wonder if I love him enough. Tell me, Mrs. Walton, what the depth of one’s love should be to insure its endurance and one’s conse-

quent happiness.”

Mrs. Walton removed her eyes from the beautiful, pleading face,and rested her head in her hands fora time,as if in

deeji thought.

“Oh, my dear, my dear,” she said impulsively, looking up with a sudden start and drawing her chair nearer the earnest inquirer, “don’t you know that you have come to me, a pronounced cynic, with the most difficult problem that has vexed the human race for ages? Can I solve it for you? Shall I try to solve it, or shall I bid you take no further heed of the matter, but marry, and learn afterward? No, no, my dear, I cannot dothut. How much ought you to love him? Out of justice to yourself, and at the risk of converting you into a cynic, too, f shall answer you according to my own experience

and that of hundreds of other women I love you, but you will change, I know whom I have known. you will. You will grow cold and ” “In the Hrst place, you must love He cut short the sentence by drawliim so much that you can bear to see ing her close beside him and kissiug

his love grow cold. Do not shudder her.

aud shrink away, my dear; it must’ “Never,” he said. “As you see me

WISE WORDS. It is much easier to find the man you owe than the one who owes you. Prudence and love are inconsistent; in proportion as the last increases the other decreases. It is the unmarried lady who can give her sister points on the art of how to manage a husband. Imagination is the stairway which the mind uses when taking the measure of some lofty projection. Home people have the knack of making other people uncomfortable trying to make them comfortable. The man who can write love letters without making an ass of himself has kept the matter very quiet. Nothing is so fierce but love will soften—nothing so sharp-sighted but love will throw a mist before its eyes. Home people are of the opinion that the horse is doomed to become extinct, but the “ass” will continue to Hourish. There is nothing that helps a man in his conduct through life more tha/i a knowledge of his own characteristic weakness. Every man lias soma peculiar train of thought which he falls back upon when he is alone. This to a great deg.'oe moulds the man.—The SouthWest. Making; ( Iiarroal. The word chareoal is popularly applied to the carbonaceous residue of vegetable, animal, or mineral substances, when they have undergone smothered combustion. Wood charcoal is made by building up vertically in two or three rows so as to form a large conical heap, sticks of wood cut as for fuel. This is covered over with turf or moistened with charcoal ash, and holes left at the bottom for air to get in. An open space is also left in the middle of the heap to serve as a flue. The heap is set on fire by putting burning wood into the top of the central opening. The combustion proceeds gradually from the top to the bottom, aud from the center to the outside, and as the central portion burns away, fresh wood is continually thrown in at the top, so as to keep the heap quite full. The smoke is thick and white when the process is going on properly. If it becomes thin, and especially if a blue flame appears, the wood is burning away too fast and the combustion must be checked by closing the holes at the bottom, or by heaping fresh ashes on the top and sides. As soon as the combustion is completed the heap is entirely covered with turf or ashes and left to cool for two or three days. It is then taken to pieces and the portions still hot are cooled by throwing water or sand upon them. The abler, the willow and the boxwood are the woods in general use for making charcoal.

TrU’k* on the* TVarher*. The other day a pupil in one of the public schools asked the teacher to do a little example in grammar, and since then what seemed at Hrst to be a simple problem has had the serious consideration of all the pedagogues in the community, and it has been unanimously agreed that there is no rule in the grammar to cover the point raised. The youngster’s proposition was this: “It is two miles to Woodfords. Now please write under that sentence ‘There are two twos iu the above sentence.’ ” That is what the boy said. He did not submit the problem in writing, and when the teacher tried to follow his injunction she found out the reason why. It dawned on her that there were not two twos, neither were there two tos, and how to express in writing what was easy enough to do verbally she ascertained to be impossible. The boy responsible for the foregoing must be a near relative to the youth who asked his teacher how to spell Paris green, and when she replied, “P-a-r Par, i-s, Paris, g-r-e-e-n, green; Paris green,” retorted: “No, you’re wrong; you can’t spell Paris green, or blue, or any other color. You can’t spell it anything but Paris.”—Portland (Me.) Argus. I>ee|» W«ll in New York Bay. An artesian well, 1000 feet deep, eight inches diameter, has been sunk at Hoffman island, in New York harbor, one and one-eighth miles from shore. It has been tested by pumping and yields thirty to forty gallons per minute of fresh water. This is said to be the only successful deep well in the harbor that is getting fresh water from below the salt water. A well was sunk by other parties at Ellis Island to a depth of 1300 feet, but this is claimed to have been a failure. An Immeniie Dandelion. An immense dandelion, or what is there called a dandelion, was found growing under water near Augusta, Me. The plant is described as six inches across at the base, with more than eighty buds and blossoms, one of which was oval, three inches long and one and a half inches wide.

HANNA'S NEW lilVAL proverbs against women.

JOHN R. M'LEAN IN OHIO POLITICS. HI. Complete M.mtery of the Iteoent state Convention Ntion* Him to He a tireat (ieneral on the Field of I’oliti- | cal Strife.

OHN R. McLean, whose work In the Ohio democratic con v e n 11 o n has been done with a view of making himself Marcus A. Hanna's successor in the United States senate, is reputed to be worth $;.,000.000. Mr. McLean went Into the convention favoring Robert T. Hough for governor, hut was met with such adroit opposition that he was compelled to throw his forces to Horace L. Chapman, the successful candidate. Mr. McLean has been a power in Ohio politics for many | years, but he became prominent in national affairs last summer through his candidacy for the vice presidency at the Chicago democratic convention. Much of his fortune has been made out of his famous paper, the Cincinnati Enquirer, which he inherited from his father. He has added to his wealth by shrewd speculation in Cincinnati real estate. He was born in the year 1849. Young Mcl^ean was educated at Harvard and finished his studies while spending a year or two abroad in Saxony and France. On his return his father employed him in the Enquirer office. When he had learned the details of the business his father sold him the paper. His first prominent appearance in politics was as a bitter enemy of civil set vice reform. On that issue he caused George H. Pendleton to be defeated for the United States senate. In 1884, at the Chicago convention, Mr. McLean was a warm supporter of Grover Cleveland. Mr. McLean devotes most of his time to his

Tlie Km mi nine Sox Aroa»«*i Satire Dorliiff All Ages. A proverb is defined by the learned Dr. Ray as "an instructive sentence or comment and pithy saying in which more is generally designed than expressed, famous for its peculiarity and elegance, and therefore adopted by the learned as well as the vulgar, by which 'tis distinguished authority.” says the Philadelphia Press. A large majority of proverbs are of a satirical character and are leveled against women. We find, curiously enough, that the severest reflections upon the feminine sex emanate from those nations which have the reputation of being particularly gallant, notably the Spanish, Portuguese and Italian. Widows are invariably made the butt of ridicule, wives are dismissed with scant courtesy and maidens are treated by proverb makers as though they were worthy of constant suspicion only. "A spaniel, a woman, and a walnut tree— The more they're beaten the better still they’ll be.” "He that marries a widow and three children marries four thieves.” "He that loseth his wife and a farthing hath a great loss of his farthing.” “A dead wife is the best goods in a man's house.” “Wedding and wintering lame both man and beast.” “It Is good to marry late or never."

A Wedding; of Note. When the old aristocracy of the Faubourg St. Germaine and the newer aristocracy created by Napoleon recognize each other sufficiently to permit a wedding it means something in Paris. Therefore, much interest was created when Mdlle. de Rohan and Prince Louis Murat were married in Paris a few days ago. While the match was one of affection, each family was pleased—the Murats feeling it an honor because they are comparatively "new;” the de Rohans pleased to become connected with royalty, for the mother of the bridegroom is a princess of the royal house of Mingrella. The only

JOHN R. M'LEAN.

paper. He has a charming home in Cincinnati and another in Washington, in which latter city he owns more real estate than any other man. When Chamberlain Kntercd. When Mr. Chamberlain was first elected to the house of commons In 1876, writes Justin McCarthy, his very appearance, and still more his maiden speech, astonished most of his political opponents. They expected a Boanerges in outlandish costume; they found a quiet self-spoken well-dressed and dapper gentleman. Mr. Chamberlain soon proved himself to be one of ths keenest and most formidable debaters in the house. He had a' clear, incisive voice, which he never had occasion to strain in order to make himself heard over all the benches: he had a perfect self-control, and showed when interrupted a great readiness of repartee. He had none of the imagination which goes to the making of an orator, and his reading was too limited to allow him to bring up that apt illustration from history and from literature which tells so well in the house of commons. But the whole house felt at once that what Mr. Rudyard Kipling calls “a first-class fighting man” had been added to its ranks, and he was, therefore, cordially welcomed even by those who most thoroughly dreaded and detested what were then understood to be his political opinions. Mr. Chamberlain, too. was a man with whom it was absolutely necessary for Mr. Gladstone to reckon.

crumple in the rose leaf is that the fu-

ture home of the young princess is so I far away—her husband having many estates in Mingrella. The bride received lovely wedding gifts. Ex-Em-press Eugenie sent her a butterfly of diamonds and rubies; the Due de Chartres sent a china coffee set and silvergilt tray and the gorgeous gifts of her future mother-in-law included a corsage ornament in the form of a brooch, having huge, pear-shape emeralds pendant from a background of diamonds, a dog collar of pearls and dia-

The WHffht ef the Kartli. According to the most accurate calculations the earth weighs 6,069,000,000,000,000,000,000 tons or 12,138,000,000,000,0(0,000,000,000 pounds. The weight of the earth is equal to seven-ty-eight moons. The weight of the earth is equal to 1625 times the weight of Great Britain and Ireland, counting that they extend down to the center of the earth; fifty-two and one-half times Europe, eleven and one-half times Asia, thirteen and one-third times North and South America, and seventeen and one-half times Africa. If the earth should fall into the sun the sun would hardly feel the Impact, hut It would take the earth sixty-five days to get there after It started.

MDLLE. DE ROHAN, trends, a sable cape, a point lace dress, a diamond hair ornament and many smaller gifts. Gold toilet ornaments, services of silver and gold, diamonds and precious stonees were showered on the fortunate bride in countless numbers.

Torr>» riel Fupbo* The climate of Terra del Fuego, the “Land of Fire,” Is one of the worst In the world; storms, sudden gusts of wind, rain, snow and mist constantly succeed each other. The natives of the northeastern part of Terra del Fuego bear a strong resemblance to the Patagonians, while those of the southeastern portion of the group are short, ill-made, and ill-looking. Their only clothing consists of sealskin. They are filthy In their habits, and will eat any flesh, however putrid. Terra del Fuego, which was discovered by Magellan in 1520, received its name from the numerous fires seen during the night along the shore.

ONLY A ROSE. lint It DroncUt lhi|>|>iura.4 to tha Fuor Sick Girl. From the Detroit Journal: It was only a faded rose, the blush long since flown from its withered petals. How long it had lain there in the dust of the gutter no one knew and no one seemed to care. At midday a shop girl had picked it from the crosswalk and wondered if it had not fallen unnoticed from some youth's lapel, where a sweetheart's hands had fastened it the night before. Lying in the dirt of the street It seemed to cry out to each passer by, "Save me.” Once, a stout man in checks thought he heard the flower's wail and stooped to pick It up. But he hesitated, “Why,” thought he, “should I stop for a faded rose when fresh roses may be had for a trifle the dozen.” In his philosophy the stout man target that a trifle for a dozen roses is a high* price to him who has nothing. So the flower still lay in the street. At dusk, as the crowds hurried homeward from the day’s work, a child made a passage for himself through the throngs further down town. He hugged a bundle of papers to his breast, and by a bit of cord over his right shoulder hung a shoeblack’s box. His coat was torn and patched, the frayed ends of the sleeves spreading over little hands that were hard and checked at the knuckles with dirt. His face was grimy and streaked and the lips puckered to a popular music hall air, were thin and purple. He had dodged a passing car and was near the curb when he saw the torn rose. He stooped and picked it up, put it into his blacking box. “It’s a pretty bum flower,” he muttered, as he hurried down the street, “but I guess it'll do fer Maggie.” On a corner, a block from the river front, the child halted suddenly, and his whistling died away in an exclamation: "Hully-gee! I'll be blowed ef I don't plant ’er.” He dove into an alley at the rear of a sailor's restaurant and returned with a baking powder can. He filled the battered tin with mud from the street, and into it thrust the stem of the faded rose. That night, as Maggie slept, he carefully placed the plant among the medicine bottles on the chair at the girl's bedside. The next morning, when the sick child awoke, her eyes fell upon the flower drooping over her, and opened wide with wonder. She raised herself slightly and peered Into a corner of the room, where a small bundle of dirty clothes lay curled up asleep. Then her head fell back upon the pillow and the little drawn mouth melted into a smile sweeter and lovelier than all the roses In the world.

FRANCIS R LOOMIS

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NEW TO

PLENIPOTENTIARY

VENEZUELA.

He Was Formerly Editor of the Cln. rlnnatl Tribune and Ha* Served Hi* Parry and HI* Fouutry With Markea Ability.

RANCTS B. Loomis whom President McKinley has ap ' pointed envoy traordinary an(1 minister plenipotentiary to Venezuela, had some experience in diplomatic matters under President Harrison. He was then United States consul at Etienne, France. On his return from France Mr. Ixiomis became the editor-in-chief of the Cincinnati Tribune. He is a trained newspaper man of much ability in his profession. For several years prior to his service as consul he was well known as a correspondent In Washington. In the presidential campaign of 1884 and I88S he had full charge of the literary and press bureaus of the headquarters of the Republican national committee. He has a college education, and his consular reports were so well made and gave evidence of such good capacity and careful attention to duty that the Deemoeratic administration tendered him a reappointment to the station. This offer was declined. His feports are among the most widely read that have Issued from the consular department. During the last campaign ML Loomis was stationed at Canton, th»

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FRANCIS B. LOOMIS, home of President McKinley, of whom he is a personal friend.

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I once heard Mark Twain lecture. He began by apologizing for the condition of his voice, explaining that he had a cold. At this an idiot who sat near me

Sir Kdu'ln iHinrifteer.

Perhaps to no other man than Sli Edwin I-indseer. R. A., could phrase "a born painter” be better applied. From his earliest years—as soon, Indeed, as his tiny fingers could hold a pencil—he was ever at work drawing pictures of animals, and such clever pictures, too, that his father, Mr. John Landseer, engraver, determined to give

laughed a loud, hilarious, ekplosiv.' his lit,le son ever > r encouragement. Sc "Ha, ha!” He was one of those who ! w . hen K<lwin Landseer was old enough do not know when to laugh. There are ^ his father U8p d to take him away from others. This is for their benefit. ,helr Lon H°n house and up on to Laugh: Hampstead Heath, where he might When a fat man or an obese woman slu,ly thp shee P. Jo K 8 . and donkeys, and Blips on a banana peal. If the slipper them from life. And such progbe lean, so that his or her bones comi' ress ^ l)03r ma ke that when he in contact with the rigid surface of the " as 011 * y ^ ,l hls was in 1816) several pavement, remember that It is no ^ P^tures were publicly exhibited.

laughing matter. When a homely or antiquated school ma'am sits down on a bent pin. If the schoolma’am be young and pretty, rush, on the contrary, to her assistance, remove the p!n and soothe her wounded feelings. When your warmest friend loses to you at poker. When you say something funny. When some one else says something funny—If you really can't help it. When your mother-in-law swallows her false teeth. When your wife talks about learning to ride the bicycle. Also when she tells her bosom friend that you would not look at another woman. And, finally, as a general rule, when other people laugh. This Is meant especially for the man who, when at the theater, waits for some moment of breathless tragic interest to discover the point of the joke in the preceding ict—Tom Hall.

Four years later a masterly painting ot some St. Bernard dogs rescuing a traveller In the snow brought him into the front rank, and he soon became recognized as the greatest of British animal painters. Despite his early successes, however, young Landseer never gave up his i.rt studies, but plodded on at them, gaining more and more every '•' ir In skill. A fitting tribute to hi* genius came In 1850 when the queen, by whom his works were always keenly appreciated, knighted him. Of all the animals that Sir Edwin loved to l»aint, he delighted most, perhaps, In dogs, and a very notable picture by him is "Spaniels of King Charles’ Breed.” 1 he original of this beautiful picture Is to be seen in the national gallery, London, where many others from his brush are treasured. Sir Edwin Landseer died In 1873, and was burled In St. Paul's

cathedral.

The Librarian of Congrp**, Mr. A. R. Spofford, librarian of congress, was a war correspondent durin > the late civil war At one of the Bull Run battles he had four colleagues Murat, Halstead, Villard, Boynton and Whitelaw Reid. He was appointed librarian by President Lirciln, and for thirty-five years has held the office He brought order out of chaos, starting in at once after his appointment to over come the evils that he then found existing. He is an Incessant worker and enthusiastic beyond most men ’

Hia ('upHrlty.

Have you had all you can eat John ny?" asked the good lady who" was waiting on one of the tables at the

chinch festival. ” T '-

Thr Scenery of Slrlly.

Sicilian scenery is diversified and In many places extremely Impressive. Westwards of Etna lies a desolate tract of gray and black ashen lava 1 ifted with heath, which, near Nelson's Bronte, gives place to vineyards and forests of ivy-colored oaks and chestnuts, Farther inland the roads are often flanked by wide breadths of willowy eornland, with here and there an antediluvian-looking brown-tiled village, embedded amid vines and olives anil oranges. Along the southern coast '■ist sand-dunes at the edge of the set are backed by miles of palmetto and sphodel the land having for centuries tin uncultivated through constant terror of unmannerly visitors from the opposite African coast. It Is in the northern districts that the most characteristic and beautiful scenery is to be met with. Here the eye revels In

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down or standin’ up° SitUn ’ C< ' n8tant change and contra8t of blue

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ed little Johnny Stauffer. “Why whit difference does that make''” "V „ deal, ma’m. I've eaten all I can ^ slttin down, but I guess if i 8tand , J 1 can hold a couple more pieces o' pit,"

Tp to Date.

Mrs. Beacon—So you

youngest will make a

Mrs. Lakeside-Yes Whv th Ci * r ' I bought him a tov b nt ° the : would you believe it he'cried ^ ^ hour for his —- ■ ned for au

"ater and white rook of stony flumara beds and wooded glens of vineyards and lemons, tall aloe and sombre cypiess and gaudy oleander, opalescent fountains and hurrying torrents, the many-twinkling smile of ocean,” and f ir away the motionless majesty of

snow-crowned Etna.

Kwltzprliind'* Unlveraltle*.

Switzerland is the land of universities. It has seven or one to every 428,570 Inhabitants, while Germany has

uour ror nis papa to get him a tvmT ! 2 ' ° r 0ne t0 ever y 2,886,360. Russia writer.—New York Press y i has a university for every 10 000,000

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