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BEADING FOR THE SABBATII. Religious Noios. In Mexico there are of Protestants 13.000 communicants, and probably 27,000 adherents. The Moravians have in the United States 84 churches, 70 ministers and about 10,000 communicants. We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead. - ’ But angels throng about him saying, “A man is horn.’’—Beecher. Rev. Dr. Philip Schaff is to contribute to the April number of the North American Review an article on the “Development of Religious Liberty.” Dr. John H. Vincent has been appointed a delegate to the general conference of the Evangelical Alliance, which opens Aug. 31, at Stockholm, Sweden. But for Paul I don't think there would have been any theology—such as we have had. Whether it would he a loss or gain I don’t undertake to say.—Henry Ward Beecher. Moody and Sankey, the evangelists, are laboring in Stratford. Railway employes constitute the bulk of their hearers. At a special address to skeptics and atheists there were almost 7,000 present. Rev. J. H. Brookes, pastor of the Compton avenue Presbyterian Church, at St. Louis, has been granted a vacation of two months owing to nervousness and insomnia, brought about by overwork. All who reside in the same heaven can hold Intercourse with each other; only the enjoyments of their intercourse depend upon the affinity between the kinds of good in which they are principled.—Swedenborg. The Sunday-school Times notes that Prof. Huxley, the English agnostic scientist, takes oc casion, in his own magazine, to say that the “bosh" of orthodoxy is much less offensive to him than the “bosh” of heterodoxy. Trinity Church, Boston, of which the Rev. Phillips Brooks is the rector, has a laundry department. Its earnings last year were about $3,500, of which $2,600 was paid out as wages to the women employed in the laundry. A Swiss Christian is in the habit of traveling through France distributing the Scriptures and preaching against Romanism and infidelity. The last year he sold 7,713 Testaments, seventy-eight Bibles, and donated 48,000 single gospels. Mr. Joseph Pool, of Leicester, England, has left Mr. Spurgeon a large fortune. Judging by the past, it will be well used. When his congre gation gave him about $50,000 he put it all in his benevolent work. Thus far he has shown the world a magnificent example of preferring others' good to his own aggrandizement. The Christian Evangelist speaks of micro Bcopic and telescopic Christians. The first-class seem to devote themselves especially to detecting the small faults of their brethren; the latter have their eyes fixed on the “recompense of reward.” The latter evidently walk by faith; the former, by sight—of the sort that does not include insight. Gen. Gordon, on leaving London for his responsible post, wrote Canon Wilberforce: “I would rather have the prayers of that little com pauy gathered in your house to-day than I would have the wealth of the Soudan placed at my disposal. Pray for me. that I may have humility and the guidance of God, and that all spirit of murmuring may be rebuked in me.” Os the sin of blasphemy against the Holy Ghost, the Advance says: “But this sin is un pardonable simply because it shows such de termined antagonism to God that the soul that has gone such lengths in guilt will never penitently ask for forgiveness. That soul has shut and bolted its door against the entrance of God's Spirit. It has committed spiritual suicide.” The climate of tropical Africa is deadly to white men. At four missions recently established in that country more than twenty white missionaries have died within the last five years, and almost every month news comes of severe illnesses; but during the w hole of that time the colored missionaries from this country have been able to live and work there. Lord Shaftesbury uses this fact to support the late Rev. Robert Moffat’s assertion that “Africans must go to teach and save Africans.” A committee appointed at the last annual con vention of the Protestant Episcopal Church is making preparation for the celebration, on May 22. of the centennial anniversary of the establishment of an Episcopal diocese in Pennsylvania. The exercises will be held in Christ. Church, Philadelphia, the first church of the denomina tion built in that city. Bishop Stevens will preside, and many church dignitaries from all parts of the country are expected to attend the services, which will continue for several days. It is told of Dr. Chalmers, who was rather given to “magnificent verbiage,” that on one occasion, he being invited to address a primitive prayer-meeting in a remote Highland parish, the parochial minister begged as a personal favor that the distinguished minister would speak down to the intelligence of his flock and use only the simplest words and sentences. Chalmers good naturedly assented, and began with this easy and unstudied sentence: “My friends, I have been specially asked, in addressing you tonight, to avoid the technical nomenclature of scholastic theology.” Loud complaint is being made because of the monotony, dullness and slovenliness which are conspicuous features of the services in the Protestant churches in France. An anonymous writer in the Eglisi Libre makes some severe Strictures on the present prevailing mode of worship in these churches. He calls for sermons more directly expository and practical. The pastors follow no method in choosing their texts. One has a preference for the Old Testament and another has a preference for the New. There is also a great want of delicacy in the portions of Scripture selected for reading. Moody and Sankey are needed in France if anywhere. Dr. Clough, a Hindu missionary, occupied the pulpit of the Rev. Dr. Elder, at the Baptist Church of the Epiphany, yesterday morning. In speaking of his work among the Telegus, he said: “The Brahmins ridiculed me when I began my labors among the ‘jondogs,’ but I continued to preach, and with the assistance of native preachers made six or seven hundred baptisms a year. When the great famine came, over one--of the 5,000.000 inhabitants perished. After the terrors of the famine had passed, the natives turned to me to be baptized. I put them off, not wanting to take them indiscriminately, hut they pleaded with me and brought in their idols by the cart -load te be destroyed. One day I baptized three hundred, and during that year over ten thousand. I know of no instance where I have reason to regret a single baptism." It appears that, in these later years quite a new calamity has befallen the long suffering people known as the Vandois. In French and Italian history the name often occurs in connections which touch our sympathy. Latterly, it ®eems, the villages in the High Alps, which are peopled by these poor people, are m danger of being washed away, and the inhabitants are already reduced to great distress. They have been largely dej>endent for support and encouragement on the Protestant Committee of Lyons. Borne two years ago this committee sent ten families to a place called Trois Marabouts, in Algeria, where, in spite of bad seasons they have done well. It is expected that in a few years they will be able to refund the money advanced for their emigration and settlement. The ease of these poor people is one which appeals to Christian sympathy the world over. The Estates of the Russian Emperor. London Tiin*H. One may form some idea of the extent of the possessions belonging to the Russian Emperor, as property immediately attached to the crown, when we hear that the Altai estates alone cover an area of 40.000.000 desjatins. or over 170,000 square miles, being about three times the size of England and Wales. The Nertchiusk estates, in Eastern Sibera. are estimated atabout 18,000,000 desjatins. In the Altai estates are situated the gold and silver mines of Barnaul, Paulov, Smijov. and LoUtjepn, the copper foundry at Sasoum, and the great iron works of Gavrilov, in the Salagirov district. The receipts from these enormous < stales are in a ridiculously pitiful ratio to their extent. In the year 1882 they amounted to 050,000 roubles, or a little more than £95,000; while for 1883 the revenue was estimated at less than half this sum, or about 400, 000 roubles. The rents, etc., gave a surplus over expense of administration of about a million and a half of roubles. On the other hand the working of the mines showed a deficit of over a million; hence the result just indicated. A partial explanation of this very unsatisfactoay state of things is to be found in the situa Vion oi the mines. wbL i are generally in places

quite destitute of wood, while the smeltingworks were naturally located in districts where wood abounds, sometimes as much as 600 or 700 kilometres distant from the mines. The cost, of transport of raw materials became considerable in this way. By degrees all the wood available in the neighborhood of the smeltingworks became used up. and it was necessary to fetch wood from distances of even over 100 kilometres. Formerly the mines were really penal settlements, worked by convicts, who were partly helped by immigrants whose sons were exexempted from military service on the condition of working in the mines. But since the abolition of serfdom this system has been quite altered, and there is now a great deal of free labor on the ordinary conditions. “HOME, SWEET HOME.” The Preacher Moralizes Over a Song of a Tramp on a Railway Train. From Burdette's .Sermon, in Brooklyn Engle. Now, when the day was far spent I girded up my loins and gat me to the train. And it was No. 22. mail express, going east on 14’s time, for the snow was deep. Twenty-two was three hours late, and 14 was abandoned. Dimly lighted was the car, and cold. Men curled up in their overcoats and hated one another, and no man spake to liis neighbor by reason of the cold and the delay. Twinkling past go the station lights, white and cold lay the drifted fields, and with rattle and jar the train crept along. Two seats ahead of me a seedy-looking man, bereft of his overcoat, and not fastidious as to collar, began to whistle. Usually the note of the railroad warbler wakens our ire, but we oil listened to this man. Mellow as flute notes rose his many puckered whistle, “Home, Sweet Home.” At the first line surly-looking men sat up to hear, “ ’Mid pleasures and palaces.” Not often did the seedy whistler roam amid very gorgeous palaces, we wot. Scant indeed must be the pleasures of a man without an overcoat on a stormy night in March. “Be it ever so humble—” we followed the air with the words as we listened, and the stranger seemed to be breathing his very soul into the song. Ah. yes, humble his home might be, as lowly indeed was his state, but welcome and warm love light from watching eyes and the home light from the ruddy hearth, the clinging arms of little ones waited for him, and we were glad of it. The very car grew warmer as he whistled. Into the distant corner, away down by the wood-box, the mellow notes drifted, a dreamy current of melody. “There’s no place like home;” why it swelled out into the very .storm with its passionate longing. It made those of us who were not going home homesick down to the soul. “A wand’rer from home”—there were tears in the melody; no alien splendor could dazzle a heart so hoine-loving. “Oh, give me the lowly thatched cottage again,” came fairly sobbing in the tender, bird-like notes, and then again the “Home, sweet home” refrain, sympathetic, rich, plaintive, yearning. The train slowed up, stopped, the conductor came in abruptly, the mellow whistle died away in a scarce audible sigh. “Come,” said the conductor, “I can’t carry you any further.” The whistler rose, and as he vainly fumbled for a button on his buttonless coat, started for the rear door. “This way,” shouted the conductor, and the whistler meekly turned and walked out by the forward door. A lantern swings out from the step, the train moves on. and the homeless whistler is shivering out in the snow. “What station is this, conductor?” “No regular station. It’s a crossing. Station’s two miles further down. Don’t stop there.” “Where did that fellow get on?” “Climbed on at the tank, when we took water about twenty miles back.” Came from nowhere, got off at nowhere, had nowhere to go. and whistled “Sweet Home” till he made us all cry. All me, I wisli I had given him a quarter. But that’s me. My good impulses are always slow. I never think of the quarter in time, unless I am on the sleeping-car. And then the porter, who is a believer in practical and prompt benevolence, always helps me to think of it. But the tattered whistler, whose lips dropped music like the singing of the birds when the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell, why should he be bounced out into the night and the storm, when fare for his ride and bread for his mouth were right here in a dozen pockets? Then I saw that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chanee happenetli to them all.” HERE’S A WHOPPER. The Public Asked to Believe that Fashionable Women Wear Men’s Trousers. Philadelphia Times. “Can I be measured for a pair of trousers?” said a fine-looking, well-dressed lady entering a clothing store on Chestnut, above Eighth street, going up to one of the salesmen. “Certainly,” said the salesman, with easy nonchalance as if it was the most every-day occurrence. “Step this way, if you please, ” and accompanying her to another part of the building, he turned her over to the proper hands. In answer to inquiries as to the explanation of this occurrence, the head of the department said: “Oh. yes; there is nothing surprising about that. We make men’s suite for ladies right along. I don’t know what this particular lady wanted with men’s clothing for herself; we never ask, unless they choose to tell us; perhaps leap year has something to do with the increase in orders of that kind. We make a good many full suits. Now, here is a case in point. This pair of trousers is for a very pretty little lady, who looks so petite that you would never suppose, to look at her. she would require so large a size. She is having three suite made. One i6 a knock - around suit, with a single-breasted sack: another is a full buttoned blue frock, with fancy lining, and the other suit has kniekerbocker breeches and is a very neat fit. We think nothing of it Why, we make all of Anna Dickinson's trousers.” “Really? What in the world does Miss Dickinson want with trousers?” “Can’t tell, only she has them. Maybe they are for riding—maybe for indoor wear. We are in the habit of making all her trousers, anyhow. Why, women folks say that trousers are a* great deal more comfortable, and those we make for them have always been very successful in fitting.” From other sources it was learned that while men's trousers are not likely to be adopted by any ladies in Philadelphia for out-of-door wear, there is a tendency on the part of some of the ladies in this city, who are recognized as fashionable ladies, to have their spring street costumes this year made more comfortable and simple, and in some respects resembling men’s dress. A prominent firm of tailors are making a good many coats for ladies that are almost, sac similes of coats made for men. Similarly, a number of ladies have already appeared on the street with men’s vests. showing shirt fronts and neckties. The greatest novelty in ladies’ costume that has been seen in Philadelphia for a long time has just been made for a fashionable young lady. The outer coat is cut away in front, and has a back just like a gentleman’s coat. The edges are bound with braid, and the collar is also reversible, with a buttonhole in the lapel for flowers. The waist, or vest, which is cut like a habit-bodice, is an absolute novelty. It has a triangular shield in front reaching from the collar to the waist, with buttons and button-holes at each side. The whole length is braided with gold braid, and the buttons are frosted. With it will be worn a plain beaver hat. not so high as the prevailing style for men. Plain high hats, Derbys and Fedoras will be very popular with ladies for street wear this season, it is said. New Facte About Palestine. Pall Mall Gazette. Prof. Hull, who has returned with his party, brings with him material for the construction of a geological man of the Holy Land very much iD advance of anything which could hitherto be attempted. The Professor is of opinion that at the time of the exodus there was a continuous connection of the Mediterranean and the Red sea. As regards the Dead sea, he has discovered that it formerly stood at an elevation of 1,400 feet above its present level—that is to say, 150 feet above the level of the Mediterranean. The history of this gradual lowering of the waters will form a special feature in Prof. Hull’s forthcoming report. He has also found evidences of a chain of ancient lakes in the Sinaitic district, and of another chain in the center of the Wady Arabah, not far from the watershed. The terraces of the Jordan have been examined, the most important one being 600 feet above; the present surface of the Dead sea. Sections have been carried east and west across the Arabah and Jordan Valiev. Two traverses of Palestine

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have also been made from the Mediterranean to the Jordan. Prof. Hull has in hand, besides his scientific report, a popular account of his journey, which will first appear in the transactions of the society. ENGLISH MEN OF LETTERS. Something of Personal Interest Regarding Leading Editors. Letter in Boston Journal. A great deal of gossip is afloat about the late editor of the Times— Mr. Chenery. It would appear that lie literally worked himself to death, or that he allowed the responsibilities of his situation to worry him out of existence. The “Editor of the Times” often receives three thousand letters per day. Fancy reading all these missives of an afternoon, knowing thatyour only recreation before a night of exhausting toil would be a bit of dinner at the Reform Club and a conversation with some political or literary notabies! And then the answers to inquiries! Nil*. Chenery always had two secretaries furnished him by tlio Times administration, and in addition to these he now and then had two of his own. Yet he wrote a vast number of letters with his own hand, and most of them after 3 o’clock in the morning. It is a tradition of the Times that the editor shall superintend details, and so he rarely went home before the paper was ready for press. He usually walked from the Times office to his rooms in Norfolk Terrace, a solitary ramble at 5 in the morning of three-quarter's of an hour’s duration. Latterly he was growing old with alarming rapidity. A touching story is told of his arriving one even ing at the Reform Club, and, entering a side room where he thought he was not observed, throwing himself down on a sofa and sobbing out, “My God! lam dying! 1 am dying!” He was literally driven to death. His sensitive nature suffered severely when galling paragraphs about him were printed in the World and other journals. He took it to heart that they called him the “Arabian” and endeavored to make the public believe that he was a scholarly recluse, who had unwisely allowed himself to be persuaded into assuming the immense responsibilities of a managing editor. The criticism was most unjust, for he had been associated for years with the Times as leader writer before lie took the chair of direction. The new editor. Mr. Buckle, is a very young man. Mr. MacDonald, one of the principal owners of the Times, is said to have declared that lie would rather have a managing editor under than over thirty. Energy is what the Times directors desire. They think judgment can be furnished when it is very badly wanted. There is a great deal of young blood ou the venerable paper just now. Three or four of the regular leader writers are quite youthful. It is a mistake to suppose that the Times does not make a distinction between the writers on its regular staff and those outside it. A man is notified when he is definitely taken ou, and it solidifies his position, like being elected to the Athenaeum or the Reform. Mr. George Augusta Sala, one of the veteran journalists of the metropolis, gives in a late number of the Illustrated News a spirited, albeit somewhat cynical, account of the hardships of journalistic life in this town. He says that the man who expects to shine in his profession must breakfast at 8, and must go to his writing table by r nine. He must then read innumerable jour nals and must make out of them a precis of the topics on which he himself proposes to discourse in the organ to which he is attached: Then he must write at lightning speed until 1 o’clock. When, having sent out his contributions by messenger. he may take a light lunch, and returning by 2 to his den, should turn his attention to the essay or story which he is trying to bring forth for magazine or jouniai. This, if he has no interference from the outside world, is ample occupation until dinner, when, after a hasty toilette and a frugal meal, he sets forth for the play or concert. He does not write at night, when he has toiled all day, remarks Mr. Sala, unless he wishes to become a madman. Mr. Labouchere takes his writing easy. He does the greater part of Truth every week, and seems to thrive upon this truly Herculean task. The paper, which appears weekly, and circulates rather more than 20,000, nets him about $45,000, some years $50,000 per annum. Mr. Labouchere has always been in society, consequently he says what he pleases about it, and dodges in and out of it to suit his own He is a welcome visitor at Marlborough House, and picks up his sprightly paragraphs from authentic sources. He has been about everywhere, and seen almost everything, consequently he is an ugly party to handle in a fight. He has the facts which might be very unpleasant for his antagonist all sorted out and pigeon-holed, and could use them with consummate skill. He attacks shams of .all kinds with delight and with vehemence, Nothing pleases him more than to take the sawdust out of some dolly which had been looked up to as an idol. He is an equisite theatrical critic, and indulges in none of the weak bosh which some of the London critics affect. He is not merciless for poor actors and actresses, but he gives them very frank advice. He made a study of the “City” market for years, and under the head of “Mammon” in his journal he pricks a goodly uumber of financial bubbles. Archibald Forbes, who met with some severe pecuniary losses not long ago, is now living Quietly in London, and is now a constant and highly valued contributor to the Daily News. There is a column in that paper devoted to the military situation, which is evidently from his facile ponMr. Forbes remains quite a lion in London society, which has never forgotten his perilous deeds and exciting rides in recent wars. Edward King. JEFF DAVIS AT HOME. A Sample of Southern Gush Over the Leader of the Lost Cause. Nashville World. For liis home his attachment is unbounded. He firmly put aside all temptations to live abroad, and cast liis lot on the gulf coast of his much-loved State. The heart of her history is his, and it will remain faithful through coming years. Time has not bent his proud form, nor age dimmed his wonderful mind, though fourscore years are his. His life is blessed with the love of all who know him. Among his acquaintances there are no cavilers. 11 is only those who do not know him who misunderstand and misrepresent him. He takes no interest in politics. He desires none. He is not even a citizen of the country, in the service of which the best years of his life were spent. He desires nothing more than to live quietly among liis own people; to feel that in death, as in life, he is ever dear to them. Beauvoir is to him a sacred place, beautiful, heart satisfying and real. There is a harmony in the sobbing breezes as they move soughing through the plumes of the pines that tower above. Melodious strains, low and sweet, linger faintly in the soft evening air. The clamor of the seas, a trifle louder, soon follows in rhyintlis, like the distant notes of the bass viol, whose bow is held by an unseen hand. Now and then a chord is lost, or a note broken, and a thousand quivering chimes are heard in the distance, growing lower, lower, until silence reigns supreme. Plunger Walton’s Stable. Philadelphia Times. “Now, about your stable in England?” “I have one over there. They send me a letter by every boat. 1 have horses entered for all i lie spring handicaps. Among others are (iirofle, Sutler, Hopeful, Deceiver. Harold and Mr. Pickwick.” “I see you are going to take Donohue over: is it because you can’t crust the English jockeys?” “Not at all. The English jockeys have so many masters that 1 can’t get them just when I want them. Donohue rides at light weight. Understand me, I never have had a jockej r ride for me that I wouldn't be willing to have ride again. I don’t believe the stories about jockeys ‘pulling’ horses. 1 think it occurs only in ram? cases. I take Donohue because I want to be sure of somebody.” “Did the book makers strike you very badly this last time?” “Not so very badly; but 1 left about $60,000 in their hands. Os course I'm ’way ahead of the game, but it was a pretty big loss.” Time to Stop It. It’s too bad, sir, or madam, but don't get frightened. Your hair is falling off-—that's certain. A glance in the mirror, or an investigating committee of Angers toll the dismal story. We won't discuss the possible cause. It is enough that Parker’s Hair Balsam used now will prevent further destruction. Is your hair somewhat gray, too, and crisp? Alas, yes. The Balsam will give back the original color, softness and gloss. Not a not oily, elegantly per Fumed, a perfect dressing.

THE YOUNG FOLKS’ COLUMN. THE PUZZLE DEPARTMENT. [Everything relating to this department must be addressed to W H. G raff am, West Scarborough, Cumberland county, Maine. Original contributions and answers to each week’s puzzles are solicited from all. ] Answers to Puzzles. No. 1016.—-Quclquechose. No. 1017. When the cat s away, The mice wil 1 play. No. 1.018. Harriett Beecher Stowe. No. 1019.—Stale,, stela, steal, taels, slate, least, teals. No. 1020. —Frankfort. No. 1021. C 3! A B TEP 1 D 31 E R 1 T E D CAPIT U L A R BITU M E N DEL E S DAN R No. 1022. D—O G M—A R—A . B I—D A—B A N—D Y-A N D—l T—R E S—S O—R O N—O N—E X O-N No. 1023 AFT TRY B A Y RELENTING BLACK M O O R 31 A N I F E S T O SOU U R N STY No. 1024.—Arm-strong. Origiuul Puzzles. NO. 1039. —CHARADE. In ancient times, as we learn from history, When people believed in all sorts of mystery, The Egyptians. Greeks and Romans, too, Worshiped my first,'and. with much ado, To her their temples dedicated, And to her worship consecrated The animal into which .-die was turned, you know, To avoid the wrath of the queenly Juuo. When people assemble my second to do, There may be a crowd or only a few; But whatever the number, wherever the place. Good nature should beam from everyone’s face, For ’fcis surely one’s duty to try To make time glide happily by; For certainly no one will ever dare question That blues aud ill-temper are foes to digestion. Wy whole is a substance by no means so rare But you may find it, though not everywhere. It is found in the water of some kinds of springs, Though that used in commerce the wild ocean flings To the shore in his maddening play, Enwrapped in weeds covered with spray: And man. with his wonderful knowledge and skill, Sets it free to help mitigate ill. Hobbiemlle, Ind. Ermixa. NO. 1040.— CROSS-WORD. In light, not in dark; In fire, not in spark; In live, not in die; In grain, notin rye: In pink, not in blue: In drudge, not in do; In pass, not in go; In stitch, not in sew; In oats, not in sheep; In nap, not in sleep; In eye, not in mind; My whole, an explorer, you will find. Jamestown, Ind. a m. NO. 1041. — ENIGMA. I am composed of twenty-iour letters. My 1. 0, 7 is a month. My 20. 2, 11. 12 is healthy. 31y24. 3, 21. 22 is to flay. My 19, 9, 17, 13 is to close. My 8, 10. 16, 15 is learned. 31 y 5, 4 is a pronoun. My 14. 23, 18 is a fowl. My whole is a popular proverb. C. M. NO. 1042. —cross-word. 3fy first is in month, not in week; 3Ty second is in strong, not in meek; 31 y third is in round, not in square; 3ly fourth is in rat, not in hare; 3ly fifth is in after, not in before; 31 y sixth is in mine, not in your; My seveuth is in fair, not in glory; 31 y whole is a Territory. Vincennes, Ind. * J. B. Alexander, no. 1043.—square. 1. To flow. 2. Ecstacy. 3. Malignity. 4. A word used to call for a repetition of some performance. 5. Seeds of an oak. 6. Purest Silver Lake. Ind. Amos Quito, no. 1044.—cross-word. 1. In miss, not in maid; 2. In shovel, not in spade; 3. In rest, not in ease; 4. In those, not m these: 5. In lather, not in shave; 6. In rippling, not in wave; 7. In icy, not in cold; 8. In daring, not in bold; 9. In eddy, not in whirl; 10. In maiden, not in girl; Whole is crime. Eastwood, Ky. Olt> Kaintuck. NO. 1015.—ANAGRAM. Cora A. Grimes, E. London. An infidel paper, liberal and free, That travels the new routes by land and sea. Ermixa. no. 3046. —diamond. 3. A letter; 2. Existence; 3. Lighters; 4. Arseniate of copper; 5. Emptiness; 6. Those who strike: 7. A young ox; 8. Greek name of Aurora; 9. A letter. Amos Quito, no. 3047.—cross word. In cat, not in dog; In crab, not in frog; In rat, not in mouse; In barn, not in house; In hate, not in love; In peacock; not in dove; In man, not in boy; In laugh, not in joy; In ice, not in snow; In nin, not in flow; In corn, not in wheat; In oats, not in cheat; In ale, not in beer; In darkness, not in dear: 3ly whole was a great man. Reno, Ind. Clyde Sharp No. 1048.—cross words. In flax, not in rye; In spider, not in fly; In boot, not in shoe; In one, not in two; In branch, not in tree. My whole is a vessel used in the Mediterranean sea. Dell. Jamestown, Ind. {Answers in three weeks.] Our Frizes. 1. First complete set of answers, a book or a game. 2. Next best set. fifty cards (with any name.) Puzzles Answered. Bv Clyde Sharp, Reno —No. 1020. By Ermina, Ilobbieville —No.s. 1016, 1017, 1018, 1019 (nearly), 1020, 1021, 1022 (partially), 1023 (nearly). 1024. By Faith, Indianapolis—Nos. 1016 to 1024, inclusive. Bv Indiana, Indianapolis—Nos. 1016, 1019, 1024. a _ Prize Winner. A copy of “Little Make-Beiiovo” is awarded to Faith. Foot Notes. J. B. Alexander —You are welcome to a seat in our comer. Please remain in it as long as you wish. C. M.—Your work is excellent. We hope you will come regularly. Ermina’b charade will he read with interest. Next week this much-prized contributor shall have another place. Dell—By some oversight on your part, your enigma came incorrectly prepared. Be just a little more careful, and you will be welcome. Clyde Sharp writes: “This is my first es fort lam eleven years old, and live on a farm. I take, great interest in your puzzle column.” —{Your puaiJc te well constructed. Wo hope

you will continue to be pleased with the puzzle department, and will send us more of your puzzles.] We Never Drink. Youth’s Companion. Un the stage were seven or eight soldiers from the Eighth 3laine regiment. While at the .stagehouse in Lincoln there came to the office a poor blind man—stone blind—slowly feeling liis way with his cane. He approached the soldiers, and said in the gentlest tones, “Boys, I hear you belong to the Eighth regiment; I have a son in that regiment.” “What is his name?” “John “O, yes! Wo know him well. He* was a sergeant in our company. We always liked him.” “Where is he now?” “He is a lieutenant in a colored regiment, and a prisoner at Charleston.” For a moment the old man ventured not to reply, hut at last, sadly and slowly, lie said: “1 feared as much. 1 have not heard from him for a long time.” They did not wait for another word, but these soldiers took from their wallets a sum of money, nearly S2O. and offered it to the old man. saying: “If our whole company was here we would give you a hundred dollars.” The old man replied: “Boys, you must put it in my wallet, for 1 am blind.” But mark what now followed. Another individual in the room, who had looked on the scene, as I had, with feelings of pride in our soldiers, immediately advanced, and said: “Boys, this is a handsome thing, and I want you to drink with me. I stand treat- for the company. J waited with interest for the reply. It came: “No. sic; we thank you kindly; we appreciate your offer—but we never drink.” Somebody Somelwdy crawls into mamma’s bed, Just at the break of day, Snuggles up close, aud whispers loud, * Somebody's come to stay.” Somebody rushes through the house, Never once shuts a door; Scatters her playthings all around Over the nursery floor; Climbs on the fence and teai*s her clothes— Never a bit cares she— Swiugs on the gate, and makes mud-pies; Who can somebody be? Somebody looks with roguish eyes Up through her tangled hair; Somebody’s “me,” she says, “but then ".Somebody doesn’t care.” —Sarah K. Kastman, in Golden Days. EMPRESS EUGENIE’S RIVAL. How a Baltimore Family Expiates the Sins of a Fair Ancestor. Letter in Philadelphia Press. It was recently that I had occasion to visit the House of the Good Shepherd and became possessed of the reason why the devout Catholics of the 31acTavish family have surrenderd to the church so much of their money and lands. 3liss Emily MacTavish, a woman of great beauty and a leader of the highest social circles of Maryland, had just then taken the black veil in the Convent of the Visitation, and had professed her wish to become one of the Sisters of the Good Shepherd. Her abandonment of the world of society had created a sensation that was the most immediate and prominent topic of conversation and even of newspaper discussion. She had bequeathed the larger portion of her money to the church, aud those who saw the ceremony of her entrance into the nunnery will never forget its solemnity. When she came to the front of the altar, clad in her white satin l obes, there were many regrets expressed that she was thenceforth to be dead to the world. But, if there is solid truth m the idea of vicarious sacrifice, she.was an offering and an atonement for the sins of one of her ancestors. Passing through the hallway of the House of of the Good Shepherd 1 entered the audience or reception room, just beyond which the sisters •were moving about in their white flannel garments. On the wall of this room is an oil painting—a life-size picture of a lovely woman in the bloom of youth. Her abundant black hair is combed and puffed at the sides in consonance with the style of forty years ago. He dress is low r necked, and the splendid neck and bosom are not hidden from sight. “Who,” 1 asked Rev. Father John Foley, president of the institution, “is that woman?” The picture is that of 31 argaret MacTavish. and 3largaret MacTavish became the famous 3lrs. Howard, the mistress of the Emperor Napoleon 111, the only woman of whom the Empress Eugenie was ever jealous. Margaret MacTavish went with some members of her family to England about the year 1850 and married there a Captain Howard, an officer in the English army, and a connection of the Howards of Norfolk. She was in Paris at the time of the coup d’etat, and engaged the attention of Napoleon. It is not known where or when she died, and perhaps the sole relic of her splendid and guilty life is the picture upon the walls of the House of the Good Shepherd in Baltimore. “And now,” a Catholic priest asked me, “can you wonder that the MacTavish family are still doing penance for the guilt of Margaret? In their view her sin was all the greater because it was so nearly associated with an imperial throne. Napoleon undoubtedly loved the woman, and her affection for him is not subject to questioning. The family have given thousands upon thousands of dollars to Catholic benevolent purposes. but their interest still centers upon this refuge for the wretched and fallen, and which might be given their name if the rules of the church permitted it.” EARLY TELEGRAPHY. Interesting Sketch of tlie First Woman Who Served as an Operator. New York World. In 1851 a branch or loop line was built from the main line to Westchester, a smart inland town near Philadelphia, which was hastily opened for business on the second Tuesday in October, in order to receive election returns. It was built at the expense of a few citizens who organized a company, of which Judge Butler was secretary, but who sold it in 1852 to Mr. Joseph Painter. While the line was being built a young lady named 3liss Emma A. Hunter qualified herself to be an operator, and when the wires were brought to Westchester they were led into her room, and she became manager of the office. She was to receive SSO a year, but this was soon changed to sl2 a month, and at the close of the year a purse of $l5O was presented to 3liss Hunter as a token of respect aud as a reward of fidelity. Instantly upon 3liss Hunter’s appointment the effect of the presence of a lady on the circuit of the line was felt—; just as it always is when a true woman enters society. It stopped vulgarity. The influence of 3liss Hunter’s presence was healthful, and she remained manager for many years. She was a lady of superior ability and character, and the first lady operator, at least west of the Hudson, appointed in the United States. The next appointment of this character was 31iss Ellen A. Laughton, an unusually quick and intelligent girl of fourteen years of age, to the management of the office at Dover. N. 11.. in 3larch. 1852. She was taught by Frank Nelson, now cashier of a prominent, bank in Bangor, 3le. 31 r. Wood writes: “When 3liss Laughton, in 1856, was in charge of our office at Portsmouth, N. H., I regarded her as one of the best operators I had ever seen.” She is now 31rs. G. W. Thompson, of New Bedford, 31ass. Miss Hunter is now 3lrs. Thomas T. Smith, and resides at Westchester. It is claimed that F. O. J. Smith had an operator named Miss Sarah Bagloy in 1846. but no proof exists of such an appointment. Resting from Mental Labor. Philadelphia Record. If two men of equal age. mental power and physical constitution work side by side upon the same description of mental labor, that one will live (he longer who succeeds in putting liis work entirely aside during a certain number of hours every day, and who either avoids stimulants, or is sparing iu the use of them, taking them as provocatives to nutrition instead of as incentives to more brain work. The other man, who makes long-continued mental efforts with the aid of oft-repeated doses of strong stimulants, will gain renown earlier, will do more work for several years, and will die first—die just as his rival is at his best and brightest, as young in thought as ho was twenty years before. Travelers should be prepared for the changes of weather and against the effects of exposure by providing themselves with Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup—tho best made.

'} SPRING STYLES. Heliotrope shades will be in high vogue next season. Immense and diminutive collars are alike fashionable. Many spring suits are to be of “anamite.* This is anew coarse woolen material in many colors. Bands of piece velvet or velvet ribbon are. and will he, very fashionably worn, one of the most stylish dresses yet seen this season being thus trimmed. The color contest appears to be chiefly between gray and brown, in its various shades of chestnut. beige and wood color, with the odds in favor of the latter. Very simple styles are preferred for the dresses of littlo girls, especially for those of wash goods, such a gingham, Cliambery, or white nainsook. The greatest novelty in ribbons is the new linen or cheese-cloth ribbon in beige, navy blue or gray, with gilt edge. These are odd, as well as novel, but are scarcely pretty. Bordered net veils are gradually coming into fashion again, and are now imported with very small dots of chenille, or else wrought spots over the principal part, with a narrow scalloped edge of chenille. The new red is a vivid shade, like an old fashioned scarlet geranium—a shade which mor*? women can wear—in moderation, of course- - than any other known hue, and is used with telling effect, in combination with cool grays and quiet beige and wool browns. Short basques may be converted into polonaises by adding panier draperies on the sides. Long basques may be trimmed off into pointed waists. Wide corselets of silk or velvet serve to hide frayed seams, and tho infinite variety of plastrons makes it easy to freshen up any soiled or half-worn waist. The jersey bodice and tho jersey coat will he as popular as ever this season and the next, there having, as yet. been produced nothing so useful and natty in the way of trim, wear-defy-ing jackets, the one most excellent and graceful for out door use. the other to replace a dress bodice worn out while the skirts are yet in good condition. New Bonnets. Harper’s Bazar. • The preference in straw bonnets will doubtless be given in the mushroom colors, which, as we have said, vary from cream to dark brown, as kindred shades of ecru and beige always find favor in the spring. It is not now necessary that the bonnet bq all of one. color, as contrasts are very stylish, so that the main part of the body may be made of any of the light shades, whether or not they are becoming, and the front trimmings are then chosen of tho bright gay coquelicot red, or of dark maroon velvet, of gilt braid in many loops, or else of flowers of a favorite color, or that best suits tho wearer’s complexion; indeed, the greater number of bonnets have the brim or its front edge entirely different from the crown in color. Young * ladies who are clever enough to make their own bonnets cover the crown of a small frame with crape, surrali, or even line soft wool goods, path ered in narrow tucks straight across the crown, or on wires in puffs around the crown, aud then put some lapping puffs of velvet over the brim; an aigrette of marabout feathers, or a rosette ol double velvet or satin, completes the bonnet, and the strings arc of velvet cut bias and lied in a large bow. Later in the season the strings will be of wider crape, tulle, or embroidered net, and many of these will be trimmed across the ends, as, for instance, mushroom-colored crape will have two frills of the same caught together to form a tassel, in which rests a little bow of shrimp pink uncut velvet ribbon, oi strings of black net with lace ruffles will le held by a small bow of tho brightest yellow velvet ribbon, or of bright poppy red. _ Low-Necked Dress. Philadelphia Press. The fancy for low bodices seems likely to render the fashion of guimps and sleeve? different from the corsage more than ever popular. The new style of these is round, instead of square, and gives the effect of a Swiss bodice worn over a high neck and long-sleeved waist. Very often the yoke and sleeves are. of soft silk, or mull, or lace net, gathered at the throat and full over tho shoulders, like a Garibaldi waist. Indeed, the Garibaldi bodice is revived, and one of the pretty cotton costumes recently s>hown in the window of a leading Chestnut-street store had a Garibaldi body shirred ou the shoulder’s and gathered into a belt, a style exceedingly becoming to slender figu.es. Plastrons, stomachers and waistcoats are all the rage, and something like the Breton jacket, of u few seasons back is revived. Long, full plastrons are the height of fashion. Bono are caught in below with belts and ties which drape them into hanging loops in front. Others separate below tho waist, and the divided ends are drawn back on either side to form full panier draperies; and others yet, more suited to full figures, arc merely a long, oval, flat puff, gathered in at the throat and again at the belt, and spreading out over the bust. Shoulder Capes. New York Evening Post. During the mild days with the chamois undervest, slioulder-capes of fur, otter plush, velvet brocade, and velvet, have been considered sufficient covering for out door wear. All the newest of these worn by well-dressed women are devoid of the unsightly humps on the shoulders which are now considered quite a thing of the past as far as fashion is concerned. These shoulder-capes and small pelerines have lost none of their popularity; pn the contrary they are more than ever in vogue abroad, forming an addition to every stylish promenade costume; some of them having the old-fashioned “stole” fronts, a style certain to obtain much fashionable favor m many varieties of the coming season’s mantelets and pelerines, and becoming to many figures for which the plain round cape is unsuitable. A Teetotaler for a Day. London Letter. The teetotalers are going in strongly for local option this year, and the extension of Sunday closing bilis te special districts. During a recent debate on the subject of Sunday closing for Ireland, one of the Irish members related a touching family experience which did not find its way into the papers among the other speeches on the subject. It appears that the gentleman in question has au uncle who is rather partial to the “crathur.” and while the House was considering whether the bill before them should be read a second time, the honorable gentleman produced a correspondence which had passed between himself and his avuncular relative. Letter number one ran thus: My Dear Undo—l write te say how pleased I should be if you could see your way to giving up your six glasses of whisky a day. I am sure you would find many advantages in doing so. the greatest of which, I am persuaded, would be that it would be the means of lengthening your days. This was the rather neat reply of the affectionate uncle to liis dutiful nephew and member of Parliament: 3ly Dear Nephew—l am much obliged to you for your dutiful letter. I was so much struck by what you said, and in particular by your kind wish to lengthen my days, that last Friday I gave up the whiskv. I believe you are right, my buy, as to my days being' lengthened, for, bedad, it was the longest day I ever remember. _ Gebhardt and the Langtry. New York Letter. It is a good time for wet feet, pneumonia, and the kindred joys of spring. Among them is Mr. Frederick Gcbliardt, who is as good as a sore throat te have around, anytime. Mr. Gebhardt lias been in New York for some time now. So, by a mere coincidence, has Mrs. Langtry. You have probably read in the papers, as 1 have, that the lily and her Frederick are no longer on good terms —that, as a matter of fact, they have quarreled. Such, however, like much I read in the newspapers, I grieve to say, is not correct. In truth. 31 rs. Langtry and Mr. Gebhart are better friends than ever. He tags her about the country just as much as ever. "But he adopts the precaution of assuming another name than liis own. Wherever Mrs. Langtry appears, there Mr. Gebhart turns up with his accustomed regularity. But discretion has taught him te masquerade rather than te appear in his own name and bring down the hated newspaper crowd about his ears. For this reason the beautiful though slightly pimpiy Frederick adopts a little wherever he goes that is the coinage of his fancy. And don't you let anybody stuff yon with tho belief that he is not quite as much a feature of the Langry boom he was a year ago.