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BEADING FOB THE SABBATH. JT*' Bdlgioui Notes. Dr. W. H. Ward, of the Independent, is to go abroad in the autumn as the head of an exploring expedition to -work in the region of Babylon. A wealthy lady, a Miss Wolfe, has furnished the funds for the party, which will have in Dr. Ward a competent and enterprising leader. A prominent minister of the Baptist Church in Ohio, said that when he heard of the death of Bishop Simpson, he could think of nothing else but what was said to Daniel Webster, by one of his friends: '“The world will be lonesome without you.” So-loved was he by Christians of every name. “I might have done better.” Os course you might, and you certainly can do better than to be thinking all the time of the failures of the past. There is time for hearty repentance, but none for morbid regrets, in this world, so full of work to be done. Do your best to-day, and still better to-morrow. After an all-night session at Normal, 111., the committee trying the Rev. J. H. Shay, a Congregational minister, for heresy, reported him guilty on two of the charges, that he had denied the miraculous conception and the deity of Christ. After a heated discussion the retention of Mr. Shay in the ministry was voted —14 to 13. According to the official year book the Church of England last year provided school accommodations for 2,385,000 children, against 1,300,000 by the school boards, and 854,000 by all other denominations, and the average attendance at church schools was 1,538,000 out of a gross total of just over 3,000,000. A similar activity has been displayed in Sunday-schools. The Chicago Advance says: “Robert Ingersoll informs us that he proposes to devote his energies to the utter destruction of the Christian refigipn.” There was another Philistine who made a similar proposition. He defied the armies of Israel, and had a large following of admiring little Philistines. The Peoria Philistine has undertaken a much larger task, and will meet the Same fate as his prototype. The age of remarkable texts has not yet passed. The Rev. Prof. Harris, of Andover, f reaching at the installation of the Rev. Charles '. Murcland at the Third Congregational Church at Chicopee, Massachusetts, took this theme: “The condition in which preachers and churches find themselves placed to-day,’’ and for his text the following passage: “Thy rowing hath brought thee into great waters.” The Second Presbyterian Church of Chicago was completed several years since, except the tower, which was left built up to the roof and capped over. Recently, Mrs. Barbara Armour, widow of the late Geo. Armour, Esq., has undertaken to complete the tower, which is now in progress. The top of the spire, which will rise from the completed tower, will be 200 feet from the sidewalk. Within the tower was last week placed a memorial bell weighing three tons, the gift of Mr. Armour’s children. Os the “clerical summer exodus,” the American Hebrew says: “Hebrew shrines, temples, or synagogues, of low degree or high degree, have never been ‘closed for vacation’; like the doors of the great Catholic he who yearns “for the courts of the living God’ has always found them open, never closed by authority. So may it ever be viih us and with our neighbors, that while a part of the flock peekajMHK strength, abroad, those who stay at homexnay nofbe outraged in their highest privileges of worship by closing th/6 shrines.” Already more than $5,000,000 is reported, as given to foreign missions by the London anniversaries during the last year, with an expected additional $2,000,000. Os this the “Wesleyan Methodist Society” raised $750,000. The noble “Bible Society” ispre-eminentin its contribution of $1,200,000. The “Tract Society” follows closely in its gifts of over $1,000,000. Upward of $7,000,000 in all have been laid on the altar of the church. There is, however, no occasion for boasting when $600,000,000 have been placed on the altar of Bacchus as a sacrifice to strong drink. The Bishop of Liverpool has materially assisted the solution of the vexed question “How to reach the masses.” He preaches in the open air, in the great ship-building yards at the noon intermission, and among tbe 14,000 carters, with their wives, children and babies, and to the men of the great goods’ stations, oftentimes from 2,000 to 3,000 in one assembly. Approached in the spirit of Christ there is glad and hearty response and many won for the Master. This example followed by bishops and the “higher clergy” would make street-preaching honorable, and result in the salvation of multitudes of perishing souls. Rev. Mr. Beecher’s recent informal address before tne Storrs Agricultural school at Mansfield, Conn., contains this pleasant reference to the Storrs family: “I had learned something about Mansfield through my friends theStorrses. Old Dr. Storrs, of Braintree, was one of my earliest memories, and his genuine eloquence was the first that really roused and held me. His son is my neighbor, Dr. Storrs, of Brooklyn. Charles Storrs is my neighbor, and a great friend of mine. And last, Augustus Storrs, here, is the treasurer of my church. All my revenue is in his hands. When he asks me to come to this place, I know too much of human nature to refuse. Our income is from $40,000 to $60.000 — it all passes through his hands—and the stupid man never stole a cent of it”

A private dispatch from Hong Kong an- ! nounces the total loss of the missionary brig Morning Star, at Kusaie. All on board were saved, and are en route to San Francisco by the steamer Oceanic. The Morning Star was a vessel of 181 tons, built in East Boston in 1871. She was the third of her name, the first having been launched about thirty years ago. The last vessel was owned chiefly by the Sunday-school children of the Congregational Church. The money to build each of these vessels was raised by giving a neatly-printed certificate of ownership in her to each child who contributed twenty-five cents. Anew vessel designed to take the place of the brig just wrecked is already ou the stocks at Bath, Me. Sue is arranged for the use of auxiliary steam power for safety in calms and currents. Mr. Spurgeon was recently asjted tf.be thought the world had grown better or worse since he came into it, fifty years .ago. He replied that he thought in some respects it was worse. "The struggle for life,” he said, "is harder now, it is more difficult to make a living, and the destitution is mbre appalling, I think, than it has ever been.” On. the other hand there had been many, improvements, especially in the direction of intemperance. A class of men who were very numerous when he first came to London have now become extinct—those good and respectable gentlemen who never got drunk, but were in the habit of getting tolerably mellow. He thinke there is also an improvement in the attitude of respeciaSlepeople toward licentious literato*p. •‘Oar grandmothers,'’he said “read books which our daughters would be ashamed to open.”W find the following pathetic words from Bev. I>. A Day, in the Gospel in all Lands: "In this country. (Africa), in this land of oppression and wrong. I have spent ten of the best years of my life, and 1 hear die sad wait of a benighted continent. Only here and there is a mission so fully manned that its faint light seems to glimmer fitfully in the gloomy darkness that may be telt Pray for Africa, that the ‘sun of rigteousness,' which shall be for the healing of the nations, shall in some way speedily be made to stream with individual rays over this sin-blighted country, and gild its fertile hills and fruitful valleys with purple and gold. In the name of the blessed Son of God, whom we serve, give of your moans. This whole field is open, and we are limited on the amount of work by the money given by the church to carry it on. We ought next year to plant a score of Christian ; schools and send out the same number of work- ‘ ers. To sustain one of those we need from two lto four hundred dollars. What a grand opportunity for men with means.” A Methodist minister of Pittsburg relates in ■'the Dispatch, of that city, that when he was a young man, just having entered the ministry, he lodged with Bishop Simpson in Ohio one night, and the next morning they boarded a train at an eariy hour to attend the dedgsation of a church conductor the train recognized the

same occasion, after the Bishop had preached, he remarked to the minister who had gone with him: “There’s a young man in this congregation named McCabe, who is a fine singer, and I’ve a notion to call him out,” and shortly afterward he invited the young man to come forward and favor the audience with an appropriate song, which he did; and this was perhaps the first official recognition of the now famous Chaplain McCabe.

MB. GLADSTONE. The Study of the English Premier—His Remarkable Genius. George William Curtis, in July Harper. Mr. Gladstone, at the age of seventy-three, Prime Minister of England, and the chief of English statesmen—no less eminent for weight of personal character and accomplished scholarship than for his extraordinary mastery of public affairs and his parliamentary eloquence—is a fine illustration of the English genius in its most characteristic form. There is a certain sturdiness in Mr. Gladstone's nature showing itself in every way, except his reputed sensitiveness to personal criticism, which is in singular contrast with the Oriental character of Lord Beacousfleld, so long his chief opponent. It was tbe want of this quality quite as much as an alien genius which made the late minister so apparently un-English. No one, indeed, cultivated English ways more assiduously or celebrated with more gusto the distinctive English life than Lord Beaconsfield, and he identified himself with the bucolic party—the ’squire, the country gentleman—and he seemed in every manner resolved, if resolution would accomplish it, to be an Englishman. But the contrast between him and Mr. Gladstone was as apparent in every aspect as it is in the remarkable caricatures of Punch, in which, if Gladstone has sometimes the air of a prig, Disraeli has always the air of Cagliostro. When Disraeli was at the head of the ministry, the feeling was unavoidable that it was an accomplished foreign talent that was governing England. But with Gladstone it is England governing herself. Much more than in any chief minister the English conscience is felt in Gladstone. In Lord Sidmouth and Mr. Percival, the two most ordinary and commonplace of prime ministers, there was the conventional English respectability and morality. But in Gladstone it is the power of rectitude which is remarkable. He believes in honest dealing, and in subordinating public policy to the moral law. He may not like to be personally criticised, but he is not ashamed to be called sentimental in his regard for the moral honor as well as for the “interest” of England. Nothing could be more distasteful to Mr. Gladstone than the Egyptian complication. Nothing could have been more delightful to Lord Beaconsfteld. The vagueness of the object to be obtained by warlike operations, the difficulty of a possible protectorate of the country, the desire to respect the rights of a people so remote from English sympathy and habits naturally oppress Mr. .Gladstone, thus necessarily engaged in transactions in which his co tin try should never have been involved. But they would have been exciting chapters of romance. Lord Beaconsfleld. and he would have endeavored to turn the situation to the most dazzling account Coping at once with the elusive situation in Egypt, with the franchise in England, and with the discontent of Ireland, and goaded by a Tory party not generally led, but officered by a brilliant cynic, a worthy squire, and a nondescript madcap, only a chief of the sturdiest moral and mental quality could hold at seventy-three a position which nobody else could fill. '.lt is, as we said, his earnest character no less than his fmius, which will give him a great place in nglisli history. With the conquering Chatham and the accomplished Canning, with William Pitt and Sir Robert Peel, Gladstone must always be mentioned as an English statesman and minister. who showed in his public and private life, in his masterly grip of affairs, in his ascendency over a great, intelligent and progressive party, in his high moral tone and his immense accomplishment, the power which any intelligent country would wish to see conducting its affairs. This is the year in which the other great Eng-lish-speaking nation calls one of its citizens to the chief executive magistracy. Happy that country if it summon to that office a statesman so commanding, conscientious and courageous, and a man so spotless as the English prime minister. Looking at Gladstone and then across the sea at our presidential contest, the Englishman may be pardoned if he is not quite ready to abandon a political system which brings so great a man as Gladstone into the direction of the government, and even the American may wonder whether his system of selecting the chief magistrate is surer than the English method to bring the real chief of party to the executive chair.

THE SENSATION OF DROWNING. A Mobile Gentleman Describes His Narrow Escape. Mobile (Ala.) Register. The sad ending of the life of young Ed Kelley recalls to mind that Capt P. F. Alba came as near drowning off the Point as any man who ever entered those waters and escaped to tell the tale. In conversation Captain Alba told his experience in the following words: “I was a great swimmer in my youth. In fact, I was expert in all athletic exercises, and a swim of the sort I undertook at Point Clear was, in my mind, hut an easy pastime. The waves were rolling moderately high, and I swam out to ride them. I was having quite an enjoyable experience when I noticed a little flotilla of jellyfish, whioh sped toward me with great velocity. I knew they had very little movement of their own, and was surprised that I swept past them so rapidly. The thought occurred to me that perhaps I was in a current, and I concluded to turn round and swim back to shore. I turned, but at onee saw that it was of no use, for I made no headway at all “ ‘Ah,’ said I, ‘you are in for it, old man. Yon have got out here, and now yon are going to have * struggle with the monster.” At first I did not feel concerned, but I noticed that the ' clouds were gathering and the wind was becoming stronger, driving the waves up higher and, moreover, the night was coming on. ‘Surely I will be picked up,’ I said, as I swam leisurely along, trying not to exert myself; “but then,’ 1 thought, ‘I am not what I used to be; I am older, and more fleshy, and out of practice. True, I can swim a long time; but not very long in such a sea.' Then I looked all around, and there was not a boat to the seaward. I remembered that in such weather boats usually sought refuge, and I could not expect assistance out in the bay; besides, in these stormy hours sharks approach the shore in the hope of securing something from wrecks, etc. T guess lam in for it this time,’ I said, and I could hear the waters rattling the tune in my ears, saying, ‘You have come: you have come. We have got you at last.’ "I looked hack to the shore and could see that there was excitement at the hotel. I held up my hand every now and then. I noticed that the people were manning the boats, but I knew that only one boat, the large one near the pier, could help me in the chop sea. Unfortunately, that boat seemed to be manned oy people of little experience, and I confessed, with a sinking heart, that it would not get to me in time “I continuod to paddle about, and once in a while was forced to gulp in some water. I felt exhausted, but continued my fight. I thought if I could reach the spot where the current and tide mej I might get foothold long enough for the boat to reach me, and yet the water ran so fast I feared I could not make it At length I sounded for bottom. As I let my feet sink it seemed as if something grabbed them and pulled me down, slantwise like a shot. Down I went and was pulled and tossed about under the surface. As I went down 1 strangled and the most horrible pain ran up in my nose and concentrated between my eyes, jnst as you feel when water goes the wrong -way. I felt as if some blood-vessel would burst unless I got air. 1 was down there many seconds, and 1 tell you it was the most painful moment of my life. Had I lost my head at that moment I would have drowned, withont doubt, but I resolved to let the heart break rather than open my lungs. Finally, just as my resolution was giving way, my head cam,e again above the surface, and 1 filled my lungs with air. . "I was thoroughly worn out I could net stretch my arms, and could keep up only a fluttering of the hands. 1 hung slanting in the water, and could barely keep afloat Just then I heard the sound of oars in the boat-locks, and I saw the brave fellow approaching in bis skUfc He was rowing rapidly and skilfully, and managed to swing the stern of the boat around just in time for me to lay hold of it I attempted to climb in, hut he, Captain Jet Howard, said: ‘Don’t try that,

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or you will swamp me. The boat can hardly keep alive as it is/ I replied that I could not hold on long enough to be towed in. I asked him to tie my wrist to the boat. He said he could not come to the stern, for the boat would lose its head and be swamped, and we would both drown. ‘Then,’said 1, ‘get in the bow and I will try to climb in. If I see that she is swamping, I give you my word of honor, I will let go. ’ With that he got in the bow and cleverly balanced the boat as I slowly and clumsily crawled over the stern. I fell forward into the bottom of the boat; he seized the oars and pulled at once for the shore. It was a narrow escape. Captain Howard says I am the only man who has been in that sink and escaped alive.” It is recorded in this paper that Capt. Alba, soon after this event, presented Capt. Howard a handsome gold watch and chain, as a souvenir of his heroic act THE THIN MAN CELEBRATES. He Takes Time by the Forelock and Works Off His Patriotism on the 3d. Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. “Good morning, Mr. Jarphly,” was the Cold Tea Man's polite salutation as he encountered the Thin Man without a shirt collar this morning. Then he started back in amazement, and gazing in astonishment upon Mr. Jarphly, exclaimed: “Great heavens! What is the matter! Have you cholera!” “No,” replied the Thin Man. “Been trying to lick a wheelbarrow in a dark alley!” “No.” “Been to a ward primary!” “No.” “No! What's the matter, then?” “Fourth of July,” sententiou3ly replied the Thin Man. “Fourth of July! why, it is only the 3rd!” “I’m aware of the fact, but I thought I’d get through a little sooner than other people; sort of get it off my hands, you know,” and the Thin Man grinned knowingly. The Cold Tea Man's astonishment was not uncalled for. Around Mr. Jarphly’s head was wrapped a large towel, saturated with camphor. He had a patch on his eye, a piece of courtplaster across his nose, one arm in a sling, his left hand wrapped in cotton, and a heavy bandage on his right leg. He looked as if he had come upon El Mahdi soudanly, and they had an argument on the Egyptian question. “Where did you receive your injuries!” asked the Cold Tea Man, sympathetically. "I ain’t been injured,” replied the Thin Man. “You ain’t!” “No. I’m just doing the correct thing by the Fourth a day in advance, so I can have a quiet sort of a human being time to-morrow. It’s a great scheme. You see I imagine I've had my drink, got a black eye at the picnic, barked my nose trying to sole a man’s boot with it, shot off three fingers, and had a buggy upset I imagine that’s about the correct bill of fare for the glorious Fourth, and I’m taking all the degrees in advance so that I can see the other fellows go through to-morrow.” The Cold Tea Man gazed upon his friend in profound admiration. “Jarph,” he exclaimed, “you've a great head on you!’, , "Yes, and it won't be any bigger to-morrow,’ sagely replied Mr. Jarphly. “You see it pays to study American institutions. You may not be familiar with the fact, but pleasure is the hardest work the people of this country indulge in. .They’ll march, and bake, and get sun-struck under a broiling sun for the fun of a parade; play base ball in ’a way that cord-wood chopping is a forenoon recess alongside of it; sling a sledge all week long and then pay a fellow a quarter to let them sling it some, more on a striking machine; blow their fingers off. mangle their anatomy and get ahead on them to last a week in honor of the Fourth of July, and vow they had a splendid time. I’m an American. I’m American in every atom of my body and all my sentiments. But I’m getting along in years and find it hard to keep up with the regulation diet, so I concluded .this year I’d pretend to go through the whole circus, like a good patriot and a sober citizen who loves his country and her institutions, a day in advance, and take things easy to-morrow.” -And with another assuring grin and a patriotic limp, the philosophical Sir. Jarphly passed up the street

AN EFFECTIVE SEA BRAKE. A Large Steamer, Going Full Speed, Halted Within Twenty Feet. New York Sun. The steamboat Florence, running on the Sea Beach route, from Pier 6 North river, has a novel appliance for checking her headway. It is called a sea brake. On each side of the stern post is hinged a great fin 9x91 foot, made of boiler-plate brazed with angle iron. The fins are arranged to fit into the run of the vessel ordinarily, where they are secured by simple catches, which are controlled through lines leading to the pilot-house. When these fins are closed they press against springs, so that when the catches are released the fins are thrown out from the sides of the ship, and are caught by the water. If the vessel is under headway they are instantly thrown out until they stand at right angles to the keel. As they assume this position they bring up against powerful springs. “The effect of opposing 170 square feet of boiler iron to the forward progress of the vessel was well illustrated last Tuesday,” said Captain Simmons, yesterday. “We were running down past Gowanus Bay. On our port bow, some distance off, was a lighter running in the same direction. After it had passed by a big threemasted schooner lying at anchor, it tacked suddenly around the schooner and across our bows. It shot out in front of us not twenty feet away, and we were running about fourteen knots an hour. I was on the upper deck, and yelled to the pilot, who released the brakes. The steamer was stopped so suddenly that some of the passengers were staggerqd and others almost thrown from their seats, but they were saved the necessity of taking to the water through a collision. Not only was the headway stopped, but she was actually started astern, the engines having been stopped. This was done by the action of the springs against which ths fins open. They were compressed as the fins took against tbe water, and then the power of the springs forced them forward a short distance and thus started her astern. We at once closed the fins by means of chains which ran from the outer edges of the fins in through hawser-holes and so to the engineroom. The fins can be closed in thirty seconds.” “Had you tested the fins before that day?" “Frequently. We have-*, device for automatically tripping the fins. It is simply a spar rigged out from the bow at the water line. It proiects seventeen feet. With that in place we lave run at full speed against logs and buoys. ! In every instance the brakes were opened the moment the outrigger struck the object, and the headway was overcome almost instantly and then the vessel was dropped astern. She runs 300 feet after the engines are reversed if no brakes are used. If running in a fog we would put that outrigger in place, and then we could with perfect safety run into anything, for the bow of the boat would never touch it. “We can loosen either brake separately and thus throw our vessel to one side if occasion demands. I think when better known the brakes will be by law applied to every ship afloat Small Waists. Atlanta Constitution. Small waists have aiways been popular. In ancient times the Greeks and Romans admired a slight figure, and regarded stoutness as a deformity. Martial ridiculed fat women, and Ovid put large waists in the front rank of his remedies against love. Before the corset was invent'd women wore a cloth around the bosom and a band around the waist. When bandages failed, women enveloped their busts with ivy, and rubbed the upper part of tlieir figures with goose fat mixed with warm milk. This nonsense was not confined to women, for, according to Aristophanes, men were equally vain. Some contend that the ancients wore corsets. Homer, in describing Juno's toilot, speaks of the two girdles wofn around her waist.

Skin Cancer. Mr- W. H. Gilbert, of Albany, Ga., under date of May 8, 1884, says: “Mr. Brooks near here has an eating cancer on his face which had nearly killed Mm; every one thought he would be dead in a short time, as nothing seemed to stop the ravages of the cancer. He commenced taking Swift's Specific two months ago, and it has had ia wonderful effect on him. Ho was yesterday “so far recovered as to be out at his work, andseems in a fair way to get entirely well.” . Treatise ou blood ana skin diseases mailed free. The Swift Specific Cos.. Draper 3, Atlanta, Ga.; 159 W. 23d at., N. Y., and 1205 Chestnut at,, Phila.

THE YOUNG FOLKS’ COLUMN. THE PUZZLE DEPARTMENT. [Everything relating to this department must be addressed to W. H. Graffam,- West Scarborough, Cumberland oounty, Maine. Original contributions and answers to each week’s puzzles are solicited from all. 1 Answers to Puzzle*. No. 1145 Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. No. 1146—Spring-field. No. 1147—Salamander. No. 1148—Lepidodendron. No. 1149 ROAD ONCE ACME DEED Original Puzzles. NO. 1165— GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR GLASS. [TO a M. ] L A city in Mexico. 2. A city of British India. 3. A harbor on the coast of Ireland. 4. A manufacturing town of Prussia. 5. An abbreviation of one of the United States. 6. A letter in the capital of Conneticut. 7. A river in the German Empire. 8. A city in Nebraska. 9. One of the Philippine islands. 10. A bay on the coast of South America. 11. A county of Indiana. Centrals. —A bay opening into the Gulf of Mexico. Hobbieville, Ind. Ermina. NO. 1166— BEHEADINGS. 1. Behead a tree, and leave a curved line. 2. Behead a boy’s name, and leave a hoy’s name. 3. Behead a girl’s name, and leave a pronoun. 4. Behead mirth, and leave a confederate gen eral. 5. Behead to thrash, and leave to pass with difficulty. Mary. Friendswood, Ind. NO. 1167— ANNEXATIONS. 1. Annex a plant to a fish, and make a tree. 2. Annex a citadel to a color, and make a city in Indiana 3. Annex a frolic to the weather, and make a bird. 4. Annex a variety of quartz to the bark or husk of a plant or fruit, and make a miser. 5. Annex a man's name to a sailor, and make niter. 6. Annex a small cube to musical instrument,. and make a kind of muslin. Ermina. NO. 1168— HALF SQUARE. 1. A viceroy. 2. Fanciful. 3. Pertaining to clay. 4. Speedily. 5. To bribe. 6. Victory. 7. If. 8. A letter. See U. U. Maywood, 111. no. 1169 — SQUARE. 1. A goblin. 2. A sound uttered through the nose. 3. A kind of orange. 4. A famous effigy in London. 5. A mournful poem. Mary, no. 1170— SQUARE. 1. To peruse. 2. The sharp side. 3. An intermitting fever. 4. An action. Rena. Rensselaer, Ind. NO. 1171— NUMERICAL ENIGMA.I am composed of ten letters. My 1,4, 2, Bis an interrogative pronoun. My 5, 6 is not out. My 3,9, 10, 7is a carol. My whole is a city. Rena. NO. 1172 —DIAMOND. 1. A letter. 2. Slope. 3. A benefactor. 4. A kind of bird found in Brazil. 5. A bearing or device in the form of an apple. 6. The spawn of fishes. 7. A letter. Ermina. [Answers in three weeks.] Prize. We offer the “Silhoutte Puzzle”for the bestlist of answers this week. Puzzle* Answered. By Faith, Indianapolis, Nos. 1145 to 1149, inclusive. By Ella S., Indianapolis, Nos. 1146, 1149. By See U. U., Maywood, Ills., Nos. 1145 to 1149, inclusive. By Rena, Nos. 1146, 1147, 1148.

Prize Winners. 1. Faith—A game. 2. See U. U.—Pack of cards. Foot Notes. Ella S.—We trust you will come constantly. Can’t you send us a puzzle? Mary produces a couple of good puzzles this week. We hope to hear from Mary very often. We hope “C. M.,” to whom “Ermina” dedicates an hour-glass puzzle this week, will send us a complete solution of it. Rena (Rensselaer) writes: “I have been a constant reader of the puzzle department for some time, and have become so greatly interested in the work that I would like to becomo a member. I have worked a great many puzzles and wish you to please give me directions for sending puzzles and answers; and, also, how soon after they are printed must the solutions of puzzles be mailed I send a few puzzles, but do not know as they can be used.” [We are pleased to receive a call from this new friend. But let her write her puzzles upon only one side of the paper, with the answers (to the puzzles intended for publication) on a separate slip. The answers to the published puzzles may be sent by postal card, or otherwise, and must, reach us within eight days from the receipt of the Journal. We hope to hear from Rena again.] Many Useful Hints. Christian at Work. Opening the parasol quickly, with the point upward—You interest me. Closing in the same manner—l am not favorably impressed by you. Opening with the point downward—Acquaintance would not be disagreeable to me. Closing similarly—Any advance would be repelled. Closed and carried over the right shoulder— Beware of observers. Closed over the left shoulder—We are watched. Revolved slowly while open—l like you, Revolved rapidly—l love you. Used as a cane—You may walk with me. Laid across the lap—You may sit by me. Carried under the right arm—Yes. Under the left arm—No. Swung, point down in front —Kindly salutation. Moved perpendicularly while held open over the head —Good bye. Revolved open behind the back—You may follow me. A Big Eater of Opium. Norwich (Conn.) Bulletin. A Norwich doctor was called to a frightened family, Thursday, to attend to the paternal head of the house, who had swallowed at a gulp one ounce of laudanum. The laudanum-taker was cool and collected when he arrived, and informed the physician that there was nothing suicidal about the act. He had merely taken less than his daily dose, and needed no assistance. He said he nad been in the habit of taking seventy grains of laudanum without any unpleasant effect, and had done so repeatedly. He was left to himself, the doctor departing without using antidotes or his stomacli-pump. The laudanumdrinker was all right last night. He consumes regularly, by his on confession, 490 grains of opium a week.

The Smallest Plants, Botanical Gazette for July. There has never been greater activity in the study of bacteria than at the present time. Among notable works lately issued are Los Ors anisines Vivants de L'atmosphere, by Miquel; iacteria, by Magnin and Sternberg, both by authoritative bacteriologists, and the life of Pasteur, giving the methods of the great leader, of which an English translation will soon be issued by the Appletons. Among the recent announcements are the detection of the bacteria of yellow feyer, by Dr. Domingos Freire. of Rio de Janeiro; the communication to the French Academy, by M. Pasteur, that he is able to inoculate dogs and render proof agaipst madness; the accent-

plisliment of what the German commission under Koch has yet failed to do, the transmission of cholera to the lower animals, by Dr. Vincent Richards, of Calcutta, who experimented with pigs; and the discovery that flowing water retards bacterial development, by Dr. Pehl, of St. Petersburg. A MODEST BRIDE. A Coy Young Woman Turn* Her Husband Ont of the Room While She Disrobes, and Then Hides in a Buffet. Buffalo Correspondence. Perhaps the most amusing spectacle at a Niagara Falls hotel may be witnessed in the corridors from 9:30 to 11:30 of any evening during the “bridal” season. Go early, so as to be in time; ascend to about the third floor, and take up your post of observation in some convenient embrasure —say in the window at the end of the hall. The half hour will hardly have struck when door after door will open in quick succession, and groom after groom will emerge sneakingly from its closing portal, give a quick glance over his shoulder, and then walk leisurely up and down with a don’t-care-a-damnativeness expression on his face that is indescribably ludicrous. One moment he simpers shamefacedly at his fellow-sufferers who pass him in their march,and another glares savagely, as if spoiling for a fight. But all the time he is looking anxiosulv at his watch, until a half hour has passed slowly away, when he steals hastily back to his door, knocks and enters, where necessity compels us to leave him. The explanation is simple—he has been sent out while the young and inexperienced madam disrobes herself. He is ashamed to go down stairs, so he watches out the vigil in the hall. On one joyful and ne’er-to-be forgotten occasion—the first of the many times that I have sought to console myself for the woes of bachelerdom by this pitiable sight—l was called in to assist at the reunion after the half hour had elapsed. A groom, bigger and madder than the average, had hardly re-entered his nuptial chamber when he reappeared with direst alarm and consternation depicted upon his countenance. His room was the end one in the hall, and my face the first to meet his agonized gaze. “Are you on 6 of the hotel men!" he gasped. “I am, sir,” I replied with that ihnate truthfulness that characterized the descendants of George Washington. “Well, sir, my wife has gone, sir, and I’ll have her, sir, if I search every room in your cursed old shanty.” In vain I sought to console the agitated youth and to check the current of profanity that coursed with Niagara's own rush and roar from Ms trembling lips. In vain I assured him that it was not customary with wives to run away so early in the marital life, and that there was not a case on record of one’s quitting her bed and board before the expiration of the honeymoon. It was useless—he would not be comforted—till finally, purely out of the philanthropy of an unselfish heart, I suggested that he let me assist him m examining his room fortracesof the missing bride. He at once assented, and threw open the door. I entered with noiseless reverence. No human being but ourselves was visible. In the corner, piled upon a chair, were the ordinary articles of a woman’s apparel, the smaller and more mysterious garments hidden under the larger. In the bed was a mock front, composed of a pillow and a flannel skirt, which the wrath of the alarmed husband bad ruthlessly and immodestly exposed. I took in the situation at a glance, There was evidently nothing tinder the bed—that is, nothing of anv consequence—for it came too near tbe floor. There were no closets in the room, no other doors, and nothing behind which one could hide.- There was, however, what the French call a buffet, with shelves at the top and folding doors at the bottom. I gauged ilie tiling in my mind’s eye, and concluded there was just- room enough for a flexible little woman without much clothing to squeeze in there. All this was but the work of an instant’s observation, and then I spoke with my mouth sharply: “Young man, you have made a fool of yourself. Go to the sideboard and lick her.” Without waiting for me to hide my blushes behind the door he opened the buffet with a bound, and there nestled amid a cloud of fleecy white, was the prettiest little rosebud of a face that ever gleamed out of lace and linen.

LONDON FANCY FAIRS. Got Up for Charity, They Rival Charity in Covering a Multitude of Sing. A writer in London Truth finds it curious how eager well-bred and sensible women are to unsex themselves in the cause of charity. The word eoes forth that some hospital needs funds and that a fancy fair is to be held in the interests of the institution, and straightway off go the women to paint their faces, rouge their cheeks, dye their hair, and to assume a slangy and impudent tone, ready to do almost anything so long as they are protected by the shield of charity. Hear him: “They will stand behind a bar, and draw beer, and mix gin cocktails; they assume for the moment the leers and grimaces of the orthodox Hebe of the counter, they will listen without a blush to the impudent attentions of any one who cares to come and chaff them, and lead on men to say things that they would not dare to say in a drawingroom or ball room. The drinking bar at a fancy fair is the most attractive incident of the show. Women fight for places in the drink department, and know perfectly well that in this section they can carry on flirtation to a point that would be impossible under any other conditions. If not drink dispensers or ice venders, the most brazenfaced women—the pink and pattern of propriety at home —attach themselves to flower stalls, where they ‘carry on to’ tneir heart’s content. They kiss roses for half-a-crown, pin gardenias in men’s coats for five shillings, and wink an ogle all day—all in the cause of charity.' Some there are who have not the temperament to assume the ‘bold-faced jig’ and to flirt and philander in public. They cannot tout or sell with all the eyes of South Kensington upon them, so they go out foraging on their own account These are the most soductive of the charitable sirenes. They follow men into cornel’s, offer their wares on the sly, make eyes carefully concealed behind a booth, and generally have a good day of it, to the gain of some fashionable hospital,’ and to the loss of their own self-respect. The guiding principle of all fancy fairs is surely in antagonism with all that is refined and modest. Women in the pursuit of men do not form a pretty picture. It may not be actually harmful to bite off the end of a cheap cigar in order that strangers may mumble over it; to kiss flowers to enable old gentlemen to maunder over them; to whisper for a shilling; to wink for a half crown, and to indulge generally in a game of naughtiness that society at large has countenanced; but it often strikes the ordinary spectator as a little surprising that after the scenes that have already been enacted at the Albert Hall, fathers should countenance the engagement of their girls as pert bar-maids, that brothers should care to see their sisters exposed to the impertinent familiarities of strangers who are encouraged to be familiar, or that husbands should view with pleasure their wives ogling and flirting with any ‘masher of the period who cares to squeeze their pretty palms with a half-sovereign.” The Coart Had Informed Itself. Boiton Saturday Evening Gazette. A Boston judge upset a whole courtroom of lawyers the other day by an unprecedented ruling. He was listening one morning for an un ending time to testimony, good, baa and unreliable, in regard to the width of a certain street. In the midst of the matter a recess was taken, and the judge disappeared. When the court reopened, he took his seat and prepared to listen. More witnesses were called to testify as to feet and inches, but the judge waved Ills hand. “You needn’t say anything more about the width of that street. I know all about it. I've been out In.the recess and measured it myself!” There's another old judge over in East Boston who invariably follows the same plan. “You needn’t tell me anything about East Boston,” he said the other day. “I’ve lived here all my life, and I know as much about every inch of it as anybody, I guess.” _ Where Seersucker Comes From. Philadelphia Press. Within a few days, accompanying a rising thermometer, the greater part of the masculine business community has blossomed out in seersuckers. This curious material, of which a whole suit only weighs nineteen ounces, is made in Calcutta out of silk and Sea island cotton. It should not be confounded with the material of the same name which the ladies wear, a cheap fabric made of nothing but cotton. Samuel M Wauamaker relates the interesting peculiarity

about seersuckers that they are the only dress material for men not bought by the yard, and almost the only one that has to be taken by the importer exclusively . “on faith.” “It has to be paid for, ”he says, “a year in advance, when ordered, and' it is never known what patera or how much is coming. It is bought by the box, and each box contains fifty pieces, and the pieces may be small or they may be large. They may be blue stripes or buff .stripes, or even red stripes. It is all chance, and whatever comes has to be kept. There is no way of sending it back. Sometimes in dressing it with ice water the material Decomes discolored, and should that be the case it has to be taken just the same. There is no redress. It is a cool heathen garment from a hot heathen land. ” CORONERS’ .JURIES’ VERDICTS. Some Specimens of English as Slie Is Wrotz in Tennessee. Memphis (Tenn.) Avalanche. An Avalanche reporter yesterday wenl through the inquests returned during the year, and found some very unique examples of “English as she is wrote. ” There were a great many inquests held upon persons who died from spasms, malarial fever, congestion of the brain, chills, old age. and natural causes. The following are the causes assigned for the deaths of so ms of the parties: “She come to her death by stranglation in testimony we have sit our handes and seal the day above wroten.” “Paul Burns came to his death by a mule running away with a wagon and being thrown therefrom.” "An inquisition holden on the hernando road, near nonconnor creek upon the body John Brown there lying dead by the jurors whose names ars hereto subscribed, who upon theire oath do saj that he came to his death in the following mannir, by falling of the log accidental while trying to cross the slue and was drowned.” “Death by canser of the gravel.” "By taking witli his oun hands an overdose of morphine.” “From causes unknown to the jury and having no medical attendance.” “Said infant child came to his death from premature birth.” “Came to his death from national causes.". “Said child aged one day old came to her deatk from spasms, said child having been found bj the witnesses in a trunk under suspicious cir cumstances." “The joueres on thare ouathe do say that h come to his death by old age, as tlia could nol see enny else the matter." “Come to his death from the following causes, to-wit: From some suddent cause to the juror unknoun. ” “The said deceased being an orphan, father and mother both being dead.” “From an overdose of gin administered by hia own hand.” “Disability caused by lunacy.” “Being run over by two coal-cars, while detached from the engine.” “Come to his death by tender of No. 7 jumping the track, on which he was riding, either jumping or falling off and engine running over him, which was an accident, and was no fault of? the engineer of said engine.” “She come to her death by lighten striken her.” “From hart deseize.” “Came to his death in the following manner,, to-wit: He was born dead. ” “From excessive drinking and laying out itt the sun.” ‘ ‘From the hands of some person or persons to the jury unknown and afterwards placed on' the track and got run over by the incomeing train,” “Congestion of the brain anapplicote fitze.” “The body was so mangle and mutilate that tha could not tell ennything about it but that think it was put in the sisterne by some unknown person.” “Disees of the hart an applexity fitze,” “Calded on left side by kittley of hot water burning over on liir left side ana casing hir death. “From the effect of injures receive by her close accidental taking fire.” “From exposier.”

That Husband of Mine. New York Snn. A woman hastily entered a Harlem lager beer saloon and demanded of the proprietor; “Has my husband been in here?” “I don’t know him. Is he a tall man!” “Yes.” “Red headed?” “Yes, and red complected.” “Full beard?” “Yes.” “Wear a slouch hat?” “Yes.” “He was here not five minutes ago. He camein, drank a glass of lemonade, and then walked, down the street.” “Drank what?” “Lemonade.” “Wrong man!” she said, shooting herself out of the door. A Convenient Clothes-Basket. Country Gentleman. A convenient receptacle for soiled linen can be made of a barrel. Choose some dark, rich pattern of cretonne, or colored canton flannel; tack it around the top and at the bottom of the barrel with brass-headed nails. Take a square piece of board large enough to cover the barrel, and cover this with the same material, putting a thickness or two of some old cloth under it, and finishing it neatly at the edges with brass-headed nails, and a piece of fringe if you have it. Os course, you will see that all nails are removed from the inside, and It may be best to line it with colored cambric. This can be used as a table as well A band or stripe of cretonne may be tacked on each edge with brass-headed nails around tho middle of the barrel, or a broad ribbon can be used and tied in a full bow with short ends. Big Cables of Telephone Wires. George Worthington, Editor Electrical World. I am forced to take Issue with the Tribune on the proposition to run telephone wires underground. There is i vast service that would be cut off by such an operation. Telephone connection under ground is very imperfect. It is possible to run telegraph wires underground, and when the pro posed Broadway Arcade is completed all kinds of wires can be placed in the great sub-basement under it. But with the telephone, the next step will be aerial cables of a hundred strands. You will see these cables takingthe place of single wires on the streets of New York soon. When all the telephone wires are incorporated in two or three cables there will be no further complaint about them. Invisible Ink for Postal Cards. Art Age. Diluted sulphuric acid—one part by measure of acid to seven of water. When this ink is used the card will at first show roughened traces of the writing, but after being allowed to dry for a short time these disappear, and it is os invisible as if done with water, Os course, only a gold pen or a quill must be used. If it is desired to avoid the suspicion of using sympathetic ink, which might be excited by a blank postal card, it may be written upon across the first writing with tincture of iodine, which will entirely fade out when the heat is applied to develop the invisible ink. What He Thought He Had Better Go For St. Paul Herald. "Go for somebody, quick! There’s a bug down my back!’’” cried a young girl to her lover in the park Wednesday evening. “Hadn’t I better go for the bag?" he suggested. Then she fainted dead away,, and when she had unswooned the bug had finished its evening stroll and gone home. A Relic of the .Sea. Charlottetown Patriot. About twenty-seven years ago the ship Lord Ashburton, Captain Hamm, was wrecked on the Murr Lodges, on the voyage between Liverpool and St. John, and all hands perished. The other day a Grand Manan fisherman picked up off Eel Point the bmp’s bell. It was in a good state of preservation, and the finder sold it on the island for sl2. “Do you call this a fresh egg, madam?” he asked, as lie turned from his plate to the landlady. “Sir!” she said, in a voice meant to paralyze him clear through, “I am no hen, and I do not know. I am simply a poor, over-worked landlady, who ran sl4 behind expensos last 1 month.”