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There is so much of the redo and harsh in life that the taste for the beaatiful rather separates a man frem the flow of common life, and renders hiss so sensitive, fastidious even, that it becomes in the end discord and trouble.. Or a xaan might go out, beholding the activity ef the r*te, himself enterprising, and aek himself what tho world is Inventing and doing, and he would find in tho eiriliod lands enough to excite ,admiration. Scienoe is reaping great harvests but when you come to look over the whole globe you will find industry is very partial, and there is very little to be gathered so far as the whole human "family in concerned. But if he were to go out in the spirit of human sympathy, tttiling. as we may suppose, as the benevoft&t Father in Heaven feels as His boflOBi j^lows in kind eniftATir with —if any such can break tho serenity of the eternal mind—anxieties for the happiness of His creatures what report would He bring back? I think He would say that the animal lui^doBi, as a happier

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Qerai txdng, are a great -mi the human family. Their happinqjB is not so wide in its range nor so in{ghee from all that we can judge, nor so long continued. Neverthelon, they have no care no to-morrow befeaa theas no anxieties no burdens no sins no remorse no seU-oondeauMtien. Ooming Into the human family, He would see life

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rEawier on the whole tha« the elvilired and the Christian. That is te say, civilisation awakes every part of a man, a*)d the men being this reused, every facet of their nature reflects seme desire, feeling. and thus carrying thossaeivee amid the mixtures, •wayn^s and tfwiR of human life, ho would say it is cbrabtful whether they reap maeh happiness in their excitements and wild ambitions, and their mistakes and downfalls, in their being trampled under the feet ef successful men and taking tho snm ef human happiness in the world he weald say it is comparatively small. There could be no accurate measure, bat wanld not that be the judgment of a man who fait simply the influence of sympathy with happiness, collecting all that he could see over the world.

No doubt there is a good deal of happiness, but it is like the cheokered light of the sun shining through the forest— here a little gold, there a shadow. 'When, therefore, Christ looked out over this storm-driven world and hearing from afar off the echoes of war and revolution, surrounded by the miserable, po«r and wretched, it was like the voice of peace thrown ovev the buttle field when in a spirit of infinite compassion he said: "Oh, tempest-tossed and not comforted world, there is a harbor of rest. Oeme unto me all ye that labor.and are heavy laden, and ye shall find rest far year

one could rise high and, with saporsensitiveness, hear ana see sill that gas* up from this rolling globe, what a rain of tears, what winds of sighs, what storms of passion, what thunders of oatory"would not visit him, and Christ s«fring the great tragedy of life and tho reasons lor it, says with authority: "There is rest. There is rest for the soul thit oscillates as the sea itself. Come unto me." Audacious man!.if thou be but a m%nt Wonderful art thou if thou —, art fiod or his son I "Come unto me." Not with any human attainments. Could any man say that to his kind? Not Michael Angelo •would dare say: "Who would wish to know the gigantic and sublime? Come to me. I will teach him." Baphael

Would not have dared without condemnation of men to say: "Would you know grace and beauty? Come to me." Not Alexander, not Caasar, not Napoleon, but would have unmanned themselves to have said: "Let any one who wishes te know the art of force and war learn of me." Not (me philosopher that ever livad, net Socrates, not Flato, would have dared seuod and say to the world: "Would you h*^ knOTrfedge and philosophy? Gome tome."

And leaving- exterior and inferior and coding to interior things, who ~~~~«ver dared to face the world and say, ••Come to me I have the secret of rest— the yery innermost knowledge?" Yet thiB is what Christ did and it makes little difference to me whether arithmetically you put him in the trinity or not.

I quite despise all those hair-eplittiag arguments in regard to the canfltitutieB of the divine nature—things which lie so far out of the reach of human consciousness and human investithat the arguments an mostly

stands up, with the known life, example aad teachings of Jeans Christ, whom the whole world has agreed to acknowledge, if not divine, yet as the chief est man that ever dawned upon the horiaon of time whea he stands and says, _with_ perfect modesty, appealing to the sincerity ana the moral consciousness of the whole human family: "Who in this world wants rest? Let him come to me." I confess

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mt of QOJBp&flttOSl tO S ulltftlflpW* Wtflti Christ stood in the n-idst of the raging pmblie seatimant of his brmded the cities wherein moat his mighty work* had Wen dana, became to* repented not Then a calm wm ev« hiM, and hifl thoughts MMaed to lift AniielTM aboTt ike 1it«1^ ku»*n

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return into iteelf, and wet as a bird whieh all day leug has been wfaginf its way, eft chased, at tinws drive* by wiads, seeking food hither aod thithet, tlw evening draws en, rstaras J* nest There are such seals, bat it is not very widespread. Unreatfatasj* is so eommon to human life as ••wetfalnsas IB to the ocean but eyes the

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calms— human nature new. It perpetually swirling, shivering an thesmrfatfe when the deep ©saesa te kail bat at rest never. On even the calmest day ana the niout tranquil seas yen sen taad .the ocean kisses the show and it is one long murmur, as of secret unhappinees and du(tBhat. If *se were to go out iu the world, seeking knowledge, he would find a great deal ef what hie sought. II he to jp wt under the inspiration ef imagination he would find wondrous beauty: lit beaaty, like a scant and torn Toil, lets through the sight a great many things beside, and when he comes to look at the life of a Han on the lace of the earth heweuldsay, "Beauty does not bring rest" Loss, perhaps, than anything in the world, beaaty IB a cause pf dissatisfaction.

AnJ as he is the model let us look at tha life of Christ It has came to us •trained through the ascetic school and transformed by the poisoned imagination. He was full of enjoyment and tranquility, yet because the prophets said: "He is a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief," and because they said, "When you see him there is nothing lo be desired, eai.7 art made Christ as homely as sin. This lasted nntil Greek artists began to depict him, and gave him a Greek profilewkiah probably does not look at all like him—because he had the outward form 6f the Jew. But to give him the Hebrew featares would repel us, for we have been brought up in a Christian hatred of tho Jews, and we would not let Christ look like a Jew, though we warship him whoa he waa a Jew. The Greek artists transferred to his likeness their thought of tho gods—eternal youth and perfect symmetry and beauty.

And modern artists—Delacroix, Scbeffor, and all that school, have copied the Greek faee of Christ, and it is a beautiful one. only they have used it for everything. If they wanted a Faust, they put the head of Christ on, with a little sentimental twist. If they wanted a devil, they changed it and darkened the shadows a little and there was Mephistopneles. If they wanted Jesus Christ as a Savior, they cleared up the light a little, aad put here and there a touch more and so the head of Christ that has come down from the Greek atelier has in the Trench school been tranformed to every conceivable use. But one thing is found in thorn all. It is no longer thought Boosssary to make it homely, fulnllmeat of a doubtful interpretation of the Old Testament It was supposed that booauso he took upon himself the sufferings of others, he must be sorrowful. That is impossible.

Those wno go about doing good are the fcappiest There is a power transmitted to the human soul from the mind and will ef God that enables us to meet all Ap dorangemonts of life and to come to that rest of which he has spoken. That which is declared in the word of God has also been testified to by multitudes of men who have lived in conflict, though finally come to perfect rest. The ends of life are not ta be fevnd on the pinnacles nor the high plaoes. Open your soul, that the spirit of Gad may fill it, and you shall testify in the midst of your brethren, "God hath given us perfect rest, which nathlag ean take away."

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Jtrkaasaw Traveler. A fire occurred in an Arkansas town tho other night, but the chief of the fire department paid no attention to the alarm. Tho next night he was summoned to ap pear before the council. "Mr, Chief," said the mayor, "did you hoar the fire alarm last night?" "Yes." "Were you in good health at the time of he alarm?" "Yes believe I as." "Then you acknowledge a willful negleot^fduty?!^ .. "No, sir." fe 4 "Why, then, clid you not respond, if you were not determined to neglect your duty?" "Couldn't get away." .. "Illnessin your family?" "No." "Tken, sir, I demand the reason." "Well, you see a paslel of us fellows were in Anderson's back room when the bell rang. I had four aces at the time, and "What?" "Yes, held four aces. John Buckner began to bluff, and "Haw did it result? the mayor asked with heightened interest. "Oh, I lifted him for about two hundred." "You don't say sol Gentlemen, that was doubtless a very interesting game. As there is no business of any importance, we'll adjourn and go down to Anderson's back room."

Hext morning the daily paper contained the following noti%: The enemies of our chief of the fire department having circulated reports that he willfully neglected his duty, that gentleman was last night summoned

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oteory side pressed forward late him. The idler's tongue is ever flippantj and, to our shame be it said, we are ever willing to hearken to the words of the traducer. Our worthy chief will be a candidate for re-election, and as the matter now stands it will be impossible to defeat him."

Instances of Business Ambition. New Iork Tribune. It is a matter of great pride with many that when they die their houses will go on under the same name they gave to them. It was a frequent boast of the late James Gordon Bonnett that when he died it would not be necessary to change the name of the proprietor at the head of the editorial page of the Herald, as his son and successor bore the same name. Years before, while still in the old Nassau and Fulton street building, he had given orders that the doors of the office should never be closed nor the publication of the paper suspended for any cause.

Tho original Harper Brothers had this same desire in the later years of* their lives. I have heard Fletcher Harper say with evident gratification that the business of the house was such that it would not be possible to suspend work entirely cn the death of either member, and that there were sons enough af the original four to perpetuate the firm title of Harper & Brothers almost indefinitely.

I am told that Bobert Bonner is engaged in making a curious provision for continuing the New York Xedger«after his death in the same style in which he has been conducting it for about thirty years. He holds, so I understand, that it will take his suocessor fully three vears to learn his methods so as to select the class of literary materials which has given the Ledger its peculiar success. He has. therefore, begun to collect extra material with the design of securing enough to last three years after his death. Already about enough copy for one year, or fiftytwo numbers, has been accumulated.

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Philadelphia North American. Were money always and necessarily wealth it might not be so easy to reach the conclusion, but money in its highest estate is only the vehicle ot trade. Only the snm covering the effective demand can pomibly affect prices. The vast sums now lying idle in tne bank, and the still larger sums hoarded by the people, cannot be determining factors of priee. They are, as a totality, inert, having no influence either upon market prices or trade. It -is only in a sudden pinch that hoarded money enters upon the eoene and becomes an active and potent thing. In such cases the reserve of money whieh was yesterday without influsswe booomee to-day the wall that re­

jected to sudden ordeale. It is therefore not to be regarded as an unmixed evil that money lies idle inconsiderable su&s. It were better measure our prosperity were it demanded by the expediencies of exchange. But that will come in time. We connot jump at once from the low level we now tread to the higher level of business prosperity.

AN ODD STORY ABOUT WOMEN.

One of New York's Pretty Milliners Tells iw Some Fashions Are Adopted. New York Hail and Expreeg. "Don't try to reason logically about fashion,'' said a dainty little milliner, shaking her head disconsolately, as she reviewed the latest pattern plates, and frowned as they failed to meet with her approval "for of all illogical and unreasonable laws, those which govern fashion are positively the worst Perhaps you imagine that the various styles which invade the ladies of to-day are the jesult of carefully^considered experiments, or that meetings are held ana certain fashions unanimously declared desirable. You make a great mistake. Such is not the case. Nearly all the fashions which have become popular in civilized countries have simply been the result of accident I am_ not exaggerating. Let me give you illustrations. In France, the beautiful Ferroniere was once—I grieve to say it—smoking a cirgaratte. She was not accustomed to indulge in that habit, you may. be surprised to hear, and met with a Slight accident She removed the cigarette from her mouth, held it between her fingers, forgot presumably that it whs there, was about to rest her forehead on her hand, when the lighted^ end of the cigarette came in contact with her brow and burned it. It made* an ugly scar. Do you think that worried her? Not a bit of it. The next day she covered the scar with a jewel, and the following week every lady of the court, who Valued her reputation as a society star, wore a similar jewel on her forehead. Ha! Ha! That's one instance. The Princess of Wales, as everybody knows, has an unfortunate limp, which nothing under the sun could render beautiful. But the foolish London ladies, peeing this, said to themselves: 'Desr me' How chic that limp is.' The 'Alexan dra limp,' as it was called, became extremely fashionable, and it was obtained by making the heel of one boot shorter than that of the other. The Princess of Wales has also a very long and meager neck. She was absolutely obliged to wear only high dresses, close up to the throat But the thousands of English ladies who had not very long necKfl followed her example, and made themselves ridiculous. Dear me I How stupid the fashionable world is I"

The little milliner sighed at the frailty of her sex, but tortured herself by relating still more of them. "Do you know the origin of the puckered sleeves which are worn by every woman to-day, and which look like pimples on the shoulders? It was simply this: The Countess of Dudley—one of the most beautiful women in England, by-the-way—was invited to a dinner, one night, and was expected to shine in a very elegant costume, which was being made especially for the occasion. When the countess was about to d/ess her maid informed her that the dress maker had not yet sent home the costume.. The countess in despair. What could she do? She wrote a note to the- delinquent demanding that the dress should bo sent immediately, finished or unfinished It came witbin an hour—unfinished. The countess felt bound to don it, as several society papers had already expatiated upon its wonderful design. The sleeves re only tacked in. The countess was not daunted. She took a needle and hastily sewed in the sleeves— so hastily, indeed, that over each shoulder the material was puckered and stood up in alarming folds. She wore tlie dress as it was, however. She knew she could wear any thing. A week from that time puckered sleeves were all the rage in London."

The milliner blushed with shame at this new instance of female weakness. "Do you know who originated highheeled boots?" she asktd. "Oh! that woman has a great deal to answer for, I can tell you. It was the Marquise de Pompadour. She was so small, and it was the fashion to be tall, that she invented high heels in a fit of desperation. That lady also originated the black patches which were so fashionable in the French court, and which people suppose to-day that the ladies wore in order to heighten the brilliancy ot their complexion. They were thus simply in imitation of La Pompadour. She had an aggravating pimple on her cheek. All her efforts were unavailing. She covered the offending growth with black plaster, and set the fashion. Anne of Austra introduced the fashion of short sleeves. She was not a beautiful woman, but her arms were magnificent, and in the same spirit with which Katisha expatiates on the beauty of her left shoulder-blade, Anne of Austria resolved to exhibit her arms. Short sleeves were almost unknown before her time. Marie Antoinette had masses of exquisite hair, and the huge coiffures and outlandish designs which are so much ridiculed to-day were simply the result of that fact. She could do nothing else with her hair, as there Was so much of it. But her ladies imitated her, and actually bought false hair in order to reach a proper standard of perfection. Fashions originate in the mo: ridiculous ways. It is absurd to say that one person Bets the fashion. She may have a great dral to do with it, but she is not alone in ,her empire over her sex. The Princess of Wales does a great deal, but she is aided by the Countess of Dudley, Lady Randolph Churchill and the- Marchioness of Kildare. In Paris, it is an acknowledged fact, that at the pret ent day the demimonde exert considerable influence over the fashion. I cpuld mention at least a dozen instances as illustrative of the fact that fashions are the result of accident, and of accident merely—but I won't do it—no, I won't do it," and the little lady plied her needle in silence.

I A Wife on Tick.

New York Sun. After I came to New York I lived in a quiet street which is now a noisy thoroughfare. I spent most of my time when away from the office in my room. I happened to look across to the opposite house, where I saw a pretty girl at ote of the windows. She was leaning against the casement tapping on the glass with a pencil. After this I sawTier at the same place many times. We had got as far as a nodding acquaintance, but I had no opportunity of speaking to her.

One afternoon, having come home somewhat early, I was at my window thinking of my pretty friend opposite. I almost unconsciously tapped a salute to her on the window pane with my pencil, using the telegraphic signs. I was very much surprised when a reply came from her in the same way. She understood the signs and could use them. After that we had long talks across the street, and as our interest in each other deepened into a warmer feeling, many a tender message was sent by the air line. Yon may not believe it but we were engaged to be married before we had ever exchanged a word or before either bad heard the other speak a word. Afterward I was introduced properly, and married the young lady the following Christmas, and that is what I call getting a wife "on tick."

THUS EXPRESS TEJttKB BA.UTE, SUNDAY. DECEMBER 6, 1886.

lNUEHSuLL ON LINCOLN.

North American Beriew. Strange mingling of mirth and tears, of the tragic and grotesque, of cap and crown, of Socrates and Rabelais, of JSsop and Marcus Aurelius, of all that is gentle and just, humorous and honesi, merciful, wise, laughable, lovable and divine, and all consecrated to the use of man while through-all, and over all, an overwhelming sense of obligation of chivalric loyalty to truth, and upon all the shadowbf the tragic end.

Nearly all the great historic characters are impossible monsters, disproportioned by flattery, or by calummy deformed. We know nothing of their peculiarities, or nothing but their peculiarities. About the roots of these oaks there clings none of the earth of humanity. Washington is now only a steel engraving. About the real man who lived and loved and hated and schemed we know but little. The glass through which we look at him is of such high magnifying power that the features are exceedingly indistinct. Hundreds of people are now engaged in smoothing out the lines of Lincoln's face—forcing all feature to the common mold—so that he may be known, not as he really was, but, according to their poor standard, as he should have been.

Lincoln was not a type. He stands alone—no ancestors, no fellows, and no successors. He had the advantage of living in anew country, of social equality, of personal freedom, of seeing in the horicon of his future the perpetual star of hope. He preserved his individuality and his self-respect. He knew and mingled with men of every kind add, after all, men are the best books. He becafne acquainted with the ambitions and hopes of the heart, the means used to accomplish ends, the springs of action and the seeds of thought He was familiar with nature, with actual things, with common facts. He loved and appreciated the poem of the year, the drama of-the seasons.

In anew country a man must possess at least three virtues—honesty, courage and generosity. In cultivated society, cultivation is o^en 'more important than .soul. A well executed counterfeit passes more readily than a blurred genuine. It is necessary only to observe the unwritten laws of society—to be honest enough to keep out of prison, andU generous enough to subscribe in public— where the subscription can be defended as an investment. In a new country, character is essential in the old, reputation is sufficient In the new, they find what a man really is in-the old, he generally passes for what he resembles,

People separated only by distance are much nearer together than those divided by the walls of caste.

It is no advantage to live in a great city, where poverty degrades and failure brings despair. The fields are lovelier than paved streets, and the great forest than walls of brick. Oaks and elms are more poetic than steeples and chimneys, In the country is the idea of home. There you see the rising and setting sun you become acquainted with the stars and clouds.' The constellations are your friends. You hear the rain on the roof and listen to the rhythmic sighing of the winds. You are thrilled by the resurrection called spring, touched and saddened by autumn, the grace and poetry of death. Every field is a picture, a landscape every landscape a poem every flower a tender thought and every forest a fairyland. In the country you preserve your identity—your personality. There you are au aggregation of atoms, but in the city you are only an atom of an aggregation.

Lincoln never finished his education. To the night of his death he was a pupil, a learner, and inquirer, a seeker after knowledge. You have no idea how many men are spoiled by what is called education. For the most part, colleges are places where pebbles are polished and diamonds are dimmed. If Shakespeare had graduated at Oxford, he might have been a quibbling attorney or a hypocritical parson.

Lincoln was a many-sided man, acquainted with smiles and tears, complex in brain, single in heart, direct as light and his words, candid as mirrors, gave the perfect-image of his thought. He was never afraid to ask—never too digni fled to admit that he did not know. No man had keener wit or kinder humor. He was not solemn. Solemnity is mask wom by ignorance and hypocrisy it is the preface, prologue, and index to the cunning or the stupid. He was natural in his life and thought—master of the story teller's art, in illustration apt, in application perfect, liberal in speech, shocking Pharisees aiid prudes, using any word that wit couM disinfect.

He was a logician. Logic is the nee sary product of intelligence andsincerity, It can not be learned. It is the child of a clear head and a good heart. He was candid, and with candor often deceived the deceitful. He had intellect without arrogance, genuis without pride, and religion without cant—that is to say, without bigotry avd without deceit.

He was an orator—clear, sincere, natural. He did not pretend. He did not say what he thought others thought, but what he thought If you wish to be sublime, you must be natural—you must keep close to the grass. You must sit by the fireside of the heart above the clouds it is too cold. You must be simple in your speech: too much polish suggests insincerity. The great orator idolizes the real, transfigures the common, makes even the inanimate throb and thrill, fills the gallery of the imagination with statues and pictures perfect in form and color,' brings to light the gold hoarded by memory—the miser shows the glittering coin to the spendthrift hope—enrioies the brain, ennobles the heart, and quickens the conscience. Between his lips words bud and blossom.

If you wish to know the difference between an oratcr and an elocutionist—be tween what is fell and what is said—be tween what the heart and the brain can do together, and what the brain can do alone—read Lincoln's wondrous words at Gettysburg, and then the speech of Eeward Everett The oration of Lincoln will never ba -forgotten. It will live until languages are dead and lips are dust. The speech of Everett will never be read. The elocutionists believe in the virtue of voice, the sublimity of syntax, the majesty of long sentences, and the genius of gesture. The orator loves the real, the simple, the natural. He places the thenght above all. He knows that the greatest ideas should be expressed in the shortest words --that the greatest statues need the least drapery.

Lincoln wad an immense personality— firm, but not obstinate. Obstinacy is egotism—firmness, heroism. He influenced otheis without effort, unconsciously, and they submitted to him as men submit to nature, unconsciously. He was severe with himself, and for that

reason lenient with others. He appeared to apologize for being kinder than his fellows. He did merciful things as stealthily as others committed crimes. Almpst ashamed of tenderness, he said and did the noblest words and dee is with that charming confusion—that awkwardness—that is the perfect grace. of modesty. As a nobleman, wishing to pay a small debt to* poor neighbor, reluctantly offers a $100 bill ana asks for change, fearing that he mav be suspected either of making a display of wealth or a pretense of payment, so Lixfboln hesitated to show his wealth of goodness, even to the best he knew.

A great man stooping, not wishing to make his fellows feel that they were small or mean.

He knew others, because perfectly acquainted with himself. He cared nothing for place, but everything for principle nothing for money, but everything lor independence. Where no principle was involved, easily swayed—willing to go slowly if in the right direction— sometimes willing to stop, but he would not go back, and he would not go wrong. He was willing to wait He knew that the event was not waiting, and that fate was not the fool of chance. He knew that slavery had defenders, but no defense, and that they who attack the fight must wound themselves. He was neither tyrant nor slave. He neither knelt nor scorned. With him men were neither great nor small— they were right or wrong. Through manners, clothes, titles, rags and race he saw the real—that whien is. Beyond accident, policy, compromise and war he saw the end. He was patient as Destiny, wh se undecipherable hieroglyphics were sd deeply graven on his sad and tragic face.

Nothing discloses real character like the use of power. It is easy for the weak to be gentle. Most people can bear ad versity. But if you wish to know what a man really is, give him power. This is the supreme test. It is the glory of Lincoln that, having almost absolute power, he ne never abused it, except upon the side of mercy.

Wealth could not purchase, power coqid not $we, this divine, this loving man. He Knew no fear except the fear of doing wrong. Hating slavery, pitying the master—seeking to conquer, not persons, but prejudices—he was the embodiment of the self-denial, the courage, the hope, and the nobility of the nation. He spoke, not to inflame, not to upbraid, but to convince He raised hi^ hands, not to strike, but' in benediction. He longed to pardon. 1 fe loved to see the pearls of joy on the cheeks of a wife whose husband he had rescued* from death.

Lincoln was the grandest figure of the fiercest civil war. He is the gentlest memory of our world.

AN ATHLETE'S DIET.

How Wallace Rosa Eats and Drinks. Wallace BOBS in the Cook. I eat, and always have eaten since I was a boy, aplenty of nourishing, generous food and I am very wide in my choice, eating, as a rule, any good food that tempts my appetite, and that is hearty enough to be easily tempted. For myself, I am not especially fond of what you call made dishes, but prefer food in its plainer forms. For meats, I eat chiefly mutton and beef and I use a good deal of bread, of course being as careful as I can to get the best. My own idea is, that so long as you have, sound, sweet food it doesn't make much difference what kind Jit is or how much you eat of it. I am very particular to eat slowly, I eat three times a "day. Breakfast is a light or hearty meal according to how I feel about it at-the same time. Lunch in the middle of the day is always light, and dinner at 6:30 or 7 is the principal meal of the day. I always take an hour for that. If I haven't an hour to spare at dinner-time I put ofl dinner till I have the time. I find, though, that aside from the meat and bread I must have plenty of vegetables. No man can make any kind of an athlete without eating plenty of vegetables. I take all kinds, and pretty much of all fruit, too, Fruits are good. A man can't stay without that kind of food. He has no endurance. Yes, I'm Scotch, and I believe in oatmeal, but I don't think you ought to eat too much of it I have it at breakfast about three times a week. I am fond of milk, too, and am especially careful to drink it slowly. It is" excellent food, but it is very bad to drink it fast And it isn't good to take too much liquid at any time, especially at meals. I have a habit of always drinking a glass of water when I first get up—spring-water if I can get it I don't exactly know why I do it. I don't know that it is very good for me. I guess it is because I like it There's no accounting for taste, you know. Toa is my greatest stimulant. I don't drink much coffee, but I do take considerable tea—black tea always, I never use green—and I take it with suger and milk, and ver take it iccd. I don't mean when I say it is my greatest stimulant that I never take anything stronger. I very seldom do, but sometimes, just before a race, for instance, if I need it I take some brandy— no malt liquor. That's bad, especially lager. Lager is very bad. In training Well, I make no difference in my diet training. I only try to keep more regular hours, especially in sleeping. And I take no physic. Physic is bad alwavs. In training it's fatal.

Moorish Women.

The lot of the female slave is said to be miserable. From a European point of view it is doubtless so but that female delicacy which is one of the characteristics of civilization is little understood in any Moslem, savage, or barbarous community. Nor is the life of such a woman without its alleviation. Any slave who bears a child to her master is she as well as the child—entitled to freedom, and very frequently a rich Moslem will tree his serfs without any recompense except" that good conscience which is not a stranger even to the Moorish breast. In brief, were slavery in Morocco harsher than it is ,it would have a better chance of being crushed. But it is only one brick in the entire system which prevails in the realm of El Gharb. There is in that benighted land one will alona—that of Emir-al-Mumein, the "Absolute Buler of True Believers." The lives, property, and happiness of every being in the empire and at the beck ot the Sultan. The townsman is opposed to the bashaw if if he cannot manage to buy, or by right or trick obtain, a Christian "protection^" the villagers by their shrieks, and all of iHptw by Sbereefian majesty. The wives of the richest Moor are as much his slaves as the black n-en an^ women who are bearing his water-jars or hoeing his maize fields only, while there is a chance for the slave to *et her freedom, to bask in the suashine and enjoy the din of the market place, there is no kope of any such future for the princess, who idles her life awav in the narrow rooms of the palace at Fe*, Mekenez, or Morooco.

The Hunter's Explanation.

life. Miss S.—Ah, Mr. St John, yon have been out shooting. What sort of luck did yon have?

Mr. St J.—Well, I scared up seven

^Missfk—-How many did you shoot? Mr. St J.—I did not bag any, of course, for I had my sniping suit on, don't you know."^

AN ANT-EATER'S TONGUE.

Savate Encounter of Two Animal* li tho Sen of CarnWors. Three ant-eaters have recently been added to tho collection of wild in the Zoological^gardens, says the St Louis Gkibe Democrat, and they have since been an object of curious interest to visitors. They are very powerful aniand

mals, of large size shape. strange The most resnarkable portion of them is their taper nose and long, cylindrical tongue. The latter member, which is about a foot and a half long, is capable ef being considerably distended, a change which usually takes place when the animal is in search of tne insect food upon which it principally subsists. Last Wednesday one of the" ant-eaters, in search of ants, protruded its tongue through a knot-hole in the partition which separated it from a vicious hyena. The hyena was looking languidly at the partition at the time the long red tongue darted into his lair and beat the air in search of insects. A sudden spring, and the hyena had imbedded his fangs in the ant-eater's tongue. The latter howled in pain. The lions, tigers and other animals, hearing the cry of distress, howled in chorus, and the air was filled with unearthly sounds. A fearful struggle took

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lace the destroyer and The sought to get his tongue out of the horrible chancery the latter 6trove iu vain to drag his huge victim through the small hole. Finally be ated, the hyena jaws and severed the tongue of the bear at the roots, taking a portion of the taper snout with it Both pieces of flesh were swallowed immediately by the ravenous beast The blood gushed forth in a copious stream, and tho hyena lapped it up greedily as it flowed along the boards. The cries of the ant bear were pitiful.

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ROYAL SLEDGES.

How the Cranky King of Bavaria Slips About Among the Snowy Highland*. In the Frankfurter Zeitung of recent date appears an interesting account of three sledges belonging to the king of Bavaria, which are employed by him in his night excursions during the winter in the Bavarian highlands and which have lately been under repair at Munich. One is a magnificent vehicle of colossal dimensions, capable of being used either as carriage or sledge, ana quite too large for transport by rail. It is a closed vehicle, most richly gilt, and upholstered in blue velvet. A group of genii support a sort of canopy, composed of golden crowns. The others are smaller, designed by Munich artists in the Louis Quatorze style. The ornamentation is so profuse that only three small spaces were left on the panels, which have been filled by delicate mythological pictures, painted by Von Pechmann, of Munich. The front of the oldest sledge (which is, however, only twelve years old) is formed by a gigantic shell, supported by Tritons, while little cupids, seated on its edge, carry back wreaths to the royal occupant All the sledges are drawn by four horses, having postilions. It will easily be understood that such beautiful and delicate pieces of workmanship must suffer considerably in their night drives over rough mountain roads covered deep with ice and snow. And so they have to be sent regularly to

Munich every summer for repairs. Oa the present occasion it was the wish of the king that they should be all fitted with the electric light But this was not possible, in the case of the largest sledge, for the want of means to place a sufficient amount of accumulators. It is a strange fancy that forbids all ordinary eyes to see these remarkable vehicles, which are reserved to dazzle the peasants of the Baverian alpa as they flash past in the late winter nights, like some of the phantoms of German legends. -,•«{•(*:£

The London "Times"—Two Cents. London Letter to Philadelphia Press. The Times, which, as the cable informed you, is to be reduced in price from three pence to one penny, has a circulation which does not exceed 60,000. From the superior quality of the paper used and the frequency of its extra sheets, a larger sale, it has always been understood, would entail an actual loss to the Walter family, the proprietors. The bulk of the income is, of course, derived from the high class advertisements, which are well paid and very numerous. It will be interesting, therefore, to see how Mr, Walter will contrive to reduce the price, to maintain the same thick papes and not to decrease the size. At the moment it seems that he will have to pocket a daily loss of $2,500. I may say that if it means seriously to enter the arena now so fully occupied by the penny press, it will nave to adjure the absurd notion which is one of its guiding principles. Its editor is pleased to imagine that until an item of intelligence has appeared in his columns it has not been published. This absurd ostrich habit of burying one's head in the sand leads him to insert as current information stale nows, often four or five days old. But in spite of all its shortcomings, the Times remains the best London newspaper—ponderous but complete. The insatiate greed of gain which permits advertisements in other papers to encroach upon their literary space, until only an apology is left, is not shared by the Times, the number of pages of which is regulated by the pressure of news, not advertisements. It remains to be seen whether the proprietors will afford a continuance of this wise policy, or in the desire to be economical will lower the reputation of the paper.

His State Pride.

"Judge," said an Arkansas man, who was arraigned the other day for assault with intent to kill, "I'm no baby. I don't whine and kick. I went for this Tennessee man with a club, and that's a fact. But your honor, there was provo cation, awful provocation." "Thf you plea guilty. "Certainly I do, but hear me. This long-legged, gander-shanked, wilted-up specimen 01 humanity got right up on the head of a bar"l in front of Simmon's grocerv and crowed like a rooster, and yelled'out that Tennessee had two murders to our one! That 'ere statement touched my state pride, your honor, and I sailed in to defend old Arkausaw agin the world."

The jury found a verdict of "not guilty" without leaving their seat*.

The Christian Bible.

Qeotnry. The revised of the early Protestant versions of the Bible in different countries, and the wide spread interest felt in the work among all classes, are among the many signs that the Scriptures are not losing their hold upon the minds of men. Tne study of comparative religion does not operate to weaken, it rather tends to increase, the influence and authority of the Christian Bible. Let any one attempt to read the Koran, and he will rise from the effort with a profounder sente of depth of power that belongs to

the writings of the Prophets and Apostles. Editions of heathen scriptures and excerpts from heathen sages which have been sometimes put forth as rivals of the Bible bring no very large profit to editors or publishers. The Bible remains a wellspring of spiritual life. The conviction is n6t likely to be dislodged that within its hallowed pages life and immortality are in truth brought to light. The progress of culture and civilization in the lapse of ages does not lessen the worth of the treasure which they contain.,

INDIAN HUMOR.

A Tory Slender Oatltne of am Aboriginal •"airy Story, Once upon a time there was a dwarf, so very small in sire that when he killed a wren—all by himself, too—he thought he was .a hero of the first degree, and strutted round in the grass as proud as if he had slain several braves of another tribe in single combat He had one-half of the wren—a fair half, none of your irregular fractions—cooked at once for a feast for a whole lodge, and told his sister to cure the skin, as he had a mind to m-ke himself a feather coat And by and by he did another when to death, and then he got his coat But happening to go to sleep one day in the Bunshine, the heat made the birds' skins shrivel up so that they became quite uncomfortably small, and the dwarf was furious. He vowed he_ would pay the sun out So he got his sister to plait a rope out of her hair, and having made a slip-knot in it he pegged it down on the other side of the hill, close to the top of orandum it, just where he had noticed the sun was accustomed to get up. And sure enough, when the sun rose next morning* it ran its head right into a slip-knot and got caught. The consternation in nature was prodigious, until the dormouse, remarking what was the matter, went and nibbled the plait through and released the luminary whereupon everything went on just as if nothing had happened, but the dwarf came home to his sister in high

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began making preparations for going out on another wren hunt SUCH,'in the bold outline, is a red Indian "fairy story," which seems to me to illustrate fairly the tone of the humor of the aboriginal American. The hero is a dwarf—and this is an essential point in the folk jest of a people who consider a fine physique the first qualification of manhood—and in his pompous pursuit of very small birds and subsequent inflation when he is successful in the chase, the leading characteristics of the led man are slyly burlesqued. He .succeeds in aii impossible exploit, and, in the true^spirit of a hero, makes no fuss about it, but when the sun is let go by the dormous he affects to think that such trifles as sun catching beneath him, and sets himself serioualv to the task of killing another wren. There is a novelty in the flavor of this fooling, and a freshness of scene and circumstances that, so it appears to me, make the absurd story very attractive.

Sheffield and Birmingham.

Pittsburg Commercial Gazette. General Samuel Thomas, the wellknown railroad man, passed through the city last night on his way home to New York from an extended trip to the west The general was largely interested in the building of the "Nickel-Plate" and the East Tennessee, Virginia and Georgia railroads. He is .now building the Sheffield & Birmingham road, and expects by spring to have it run into the coal fields which Hue the route of the road on tach side. His trip to the west wa9 in the interests of this new road.

To a representative of this paper he said," at the Union depot, as he walked to his car: "All the roads which I have helped to build have been fortunate enough to Becure the services of the United States in their management. The 'Nickel-Plate,' and the East Tennessee and Georgia are both in the hands of receivers, but I guess they will soon be out and will set up in good shape. With such help as that of the United States a railroad can be run in good shape." "What about the new road you are building in the south, general "Oh, the Sheffield and Birmingham. Well, we are pushing right along. It is to run from a point on the Tennessee river to Birmingham. The chief aim is to connect with the river, which is navigable the year around. The new road will be about 100 miles long and passes through a rich mineral country. We wast to get the line into the coal region by spring if possible. Twenty miles of the road are now built and the construction is being pushed without regard to expense."

The Realities of Boycotting. Loadon Times. Does Mr. Childers realize what boycotin% means? I can tell him. It means that a peaceable subject of the queen denied food and drink that he is ruined in his business that his cattle are unsalable at fairs that the smith will not shoe his horse nor the carpenter mend his cart that old friends pass him by on the other side, making the sign of the cross that his children are hooted at the village school that he sits apart like an outcast in his usual place of public worship. And all for doing nothing but what the law says he has a perfect right to do. I know 01a man who. id afraid to visit his own son. A trader who is even suspected of dealing with guch a victim of tyranny may be ruined by the mere imputation. 'His customers shun him from fear, and he is obliged to get a character from some notorious leaguer. Membership of the National League is in many cases as necessary as a protection as ever was a ceitificate of civism under Bobespierre. The real Jacobins are few, but the masses groan and submit.

Possible Origin of the Phrase. A number of correspondents have written to a number of newspapers lately, inquiring about the origin of the phrase "bloody shirt" so often used in the political discussions of the present day. We know of no better explanation than that given by Boscoe Conkling in a speech made in New York, September 17, 1880. Referring to the "bloody shirt," he said: "It is a relief to remember that this phrase, with the thing it means, is no invention of our politics. It dates back to Scotland three centuries ago. After a massacfe in Glenfraia, not so savage as has stained our annals, 220 widows rode on white palfreys to Stirling tower, bearing each on a spear he^husband's bloody shirt. The appeal waked Scotland slumbering sword, and outlawry and the block made the name of Glenfruin,terri ble to victorious Clan Alpine, even to the third and fourth generations."

Bon Voyage.

New York Son. "Yes, Bobby," said young Featheriy, "I am going west for a little trip." "Are you going for your health?" inquired Bobby, with solicitude. "Well, not altogether for my health, although I shall derive some benefit, no doubt "Sister Clara hopes you well." "I say, Bobby, whispered Featheriy, "did your sister say that she hoped my

"Yes. She told me last night that if Mr. Featheriy went she hoped he would go for good."

THAD. STEVENS' OLD DEBT.

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tTaexpoctcd, Bat Apparently act Claim Against tha Eatato. Lancaster (Pa.) Special to PhiladelphiaTimee.

The business affairs and family relations of the late Thaddeus Stevens are recalled to public attention here in a very remarkable way. The alleged wife of his nephew," with her two sons, turns up here with a claim against the estate of about $2,500, with about twenty-Eeven years' interest on it, just as the surviving executor, Edward McPheraon, was getting afiairs into shape to pay to the Children's home the tesidue of the estate, amounting to $50,000. This institution, formerly for white children only, some years ago enlarged its charter so as to admit children of all colors, and by some other concessions brought itself within the benefits of the Stevens Deq nest It seems, however, that the dead statesman haa two nephews, one Captain Alanson J. Stevens, commander of a battery, of artillery, who waa killed at Chicamauga, and the other Major Thad. Stevens, a rollicking fellow, who was left a large portion of the estate upon condition of abstinence from drink, that he never complied with, andhe died before he came into its possession.

It is now claimed that in 1858 Stevens collected, as attorney in fact for these boys, their estates in Vermont, about $700 for Thad and $1,600 for Alanson, executed his release and gave his notes to the boys against the time when they would need the money. These notes, it it is alleged, were never paid. No memorandum of them was found among Stevens' papers and nothing of this transaction was known until a womn from the west, now living in Harrisburg with her two sons, claiming tq he the widow of Alanson, and her sons the heirs of him and their uncle, young Thad claimed the amount of these notes. Her story was at first discredited, but she procared from Vermont certified copies of the power of attorney given to the elder Stevens and the release he executed to the guardian of his nephews. She told a straight stoiy of her marriage, and of the note which her husband held and had carried around with him until nearly worn out Yet, as the notes themselves were not produced, her claims seemed baseless in law, until a few days ago, in overhauling the papers of young Thad, an attorney here found, in a sealed envelope, the notes which are evidence of the uncle's indebtedness, and their claims against his estate will be pressed to suit or compromise.

SOCIALIST THANKSGIVING.,

Tho Market Square Gathering—The Party [Interrupted by a Torluhlro Man. Chicago News.

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The socialists held an anti-thanksgiving mass meeting in Market square yesterday. Tho meeting was verv slimly attended, not more than two hundred being present. The wind was dropping in from the upper lake regions, and most of the, attendants being without overcoats they retired earlyEditors Parsons and Spies were on hand .. with their well-worn speeches and their papers to sell. Mrs. Parsons, with her husband for a background, harangued the throng.

A big, burly English carpenter named

Giles insisted upon interrupting Editor Parsons in his fourth speech. Mr. Parsons called him to order, but he would not come to &der. He finally concluded to make a speech, and took the platform alongside of the diminutive Parsons. Giles measured at least four feet .around the chest which accounted for his not being thrown into the river. He proved good talker, and, although he abused the socialists roundly, soon put them in good humor. He' told them that he had kept his hand on his watch-chain ever since he came among them. One old fellow grew ex asperat at this and shook a well-filled face. "Why don't you divide with the rest?" yelled the Yorkshire man.

The crowd laughed, and the big blusterer continued: "I've worked iu Australia, in Hong Kong, and in Virginia City, and I'll be d——d if won't say what I please in Chicago."

Bah!"

5 The Children's Paradise. Washington Bepublio. One trait of the Mexican character deserving of all praise, is the national love for children. Mexico ir the children's paradise. Children are loved and petted in public to an extent that makes an American, used to the stolid ways of his own country people, open his eyes in astonishment and pleasure. There is no affectation in the matter. A little child is the pet of the people. A baby is everyone's admiration, and here yon may see fathers out walking with their children for the pleasure of the children's company. In" shops and all places where people meet, children are petted, and a baby in a shop is seized and caressed by an army of male admirers.

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A Peculiar Similarity.

Henry Dodge in his prime, says the Milwaukee Journal, was a genial, spirited, enterprising, and courageous man, man, and made a popular faithful sen ator. He loved friends and hated enemies thoroughly and completely, and never wouldbelieve any ill of one or any good of the other. Though honest and brave, he was not a man of broad intelligence, but owed his success to his splendid rec-. ord as a warrior and his rigid devotion to principle in both public and private life.' Toward the close of his career he *fi was dazed and confused by the rush of A*' events, and with approaching age his perceptions became gradually outside. ''Mr. Byan," said qe, addressing the late Judge Byan, "are you any relation of Geu. Lyon, of Detroit "No, sir," said Byan. Then, perceiving that he had confused the two surnames, the general promptly responded: ''Great similarity of name, sahl Great similarity of name.

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Instructions.

Stockton Maverick. little Jenny's big lister is entertaining Mr. Skibbers and thinks she can get along without Jennys assistance, so she pats the little one on the head and says: "Come, little pet it IB time ytur eyes were closed in sleep." "Guess not," says Jenny: mother told me to keep my eyes open when you and Mr. Skibbers were together."