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•JKRRE HAUTE, FEB. 2, 1878.

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The Sabbath day was ending, In a village by the sea. The altered benediction touched the people w-nderly. And they rose to face the sunset in the idowititf, lighted went. And tnen liastr? ed to their dwelling) for

Uod'sbUwedboonof rest,*!

Bat they looked across the waters and storm wax raging here A fierce t-plrlt moved above them the wild spirit of tH—air— And it lashed and shook and tore them,till they thundend, groaned und boomed. And alas for any Vessel in their yawning golfs entombed.

Very anx'ous were the people on that rocky coatof Wales, Lestf ie dawns of coming morrows should be tellingawftil tales. When the sea had spent its passion, and should cost upon the shore Bit* of wreck and swollen victims, as it had done bervto ore.

With the rough winds blowing round her, a brave woman strained her eyes. And she saw nloug the billows a large vessel fall and rise. Oh! ltdld not need a prophet to tell what the end must be. For no ship could ride In safety near that shore in such aisea.

Then the pitying people hurried from their homes and thronged the beach. Oh! lor power to cross the waters and the perishing to reach! Helpless hands were wrung for sorrow, tender hearts grew cold with dread, And the ship, li g«nl by the tempest, to the fatal rock shore sped.

"She ha* parted in the middle! ©h 1 the half of her goes down! God hive mercyT Is heaven far to seek for these Who drown 1" Lo! when next the white, shocked faoes looked with terror on the sea, Only one last clinging ligure on the spar was seen to be. Nearer the trembling watchers came the wreck tossed by the wave, And the man still clung and floated, though no pover on earth could save. "Could we send him a short message?

Hefe's a trumpet. Shout away!" Twas the preache. hand that took it, ind he wondered whaPiosay.

Any memory of his sermon 7 Firstly Secondly Ah, no! There was but one thing to utter in the awful hour of woe So he shouted through the trumpet, "Look to Jesus! Can you hear?" And "Ay. ay, sir rang the answer o'er the waters long and clear. Then they listened, 'He is singing! Jesus, lover of my soul!" And the winds brought back the echo,

W hlle the nearer waters rol 1

Strange, Indeed, it was to hear him, "till the storm of life was past Singing bravely from the waters, Oh, receive my soul at last." He could haven \other refuge. "Hangs my helpless soul on thee Leave, an, leave me not." The singer dropped into the sea, And the watchers, looking homeward tliro' their eves with tears n.ale dim, Said, "He passed to be with Jesus in the singing of that h\ mn." —Marianne Farningham.

Her Stocking Did It.

She was pretty—but there came a time when I don't think I cared the least for her beauty—her soul wa9 so much more attractive than her body. She was no humble wild flower maiden, bat a widow who bad received a magnificent dower of blue blood, including talent, and all that culture could develop in a beautiful and intellectual woman was hers all that wealth could bfcstow upon her she possessed. She had the good fortune to have no singularity of nature, but all was a symmet rical and harmonious whole.

I. loved her and I possessed the humbleneness of true love. The more intimately I knew her, she make me oonsolous of things that were mean in myself. Out of tbis feeling grew jealousy of other men.

A bitter jealously. She was of too sunny and generous a temper to pick for flaws, nor could she know a man as other men knew him.

She could not understand that Dr. Cosgrove was as Irritable in private as he was suave and agreeable in public, and I would not tell her that Captain Langdale seldom pays his debts. They were but two of her many admirers, and they were both handsomer and showier than myself. In time I was miserable on their account.

I cannot now, in cold blood, accuse her of coquetry, but Stepbenie St. Jean was of French blood on her father's side. Beside speaking the language perfectly, she had the French woman's secret of fascination. A trifle more of vivacity when surrounded by gentlemen, made her utterly irresistible.

I saw and felt the chArm and could not oontent myself with the thought that in the quiet hours we passed together I knew myself dear to her. Many a winter evening had we sat together on the little velvet sofa before the drawing room fire secure from intrusion, her beautifal head resting on my breast, content iq her eyes, happiness In her smile. And yet, swearing her to be the proudest aud most delicate of women, I was madly jealous of other men.

For months I would not see her alone. 8he was one of a largo family, and she had a favorite cousin, Lily Lawton, who was her constant companion.

She was veryyouug, and a bright, sweet little thing, but of late she bad seAmed drooping, as if out of health, and Stephenle had been unusually kind and protective.

For Stepheme's sake I often took Lily out to drive, though her exceeding simplicity often bored me.

I could not bat wonder that Stephenle associated with her so constantly but Lily worshipped her magnificent cousin, and the latter delighted In being kind to those weaker than herself.

Kitten" abo called Lily, and there had been something especially kittenish In tbo girl's round, bright gray eyes and playful, graceful ways.

Her special charm was pone now. She was a pale, faded, spiritless little thing. Stephenle kept her constantly under her wing. "Kitten must have green fields and pastures new,' she said. 'The Mry suns are getting strong, and I, too, long for a country trip. We are going to Branchville. and shall be absent a week. Mind you are a good boy till we oonae back.

I smiled, bat on the wrong side of my face. •A week,' I murmured. •A week and one iay.1 she laughed. •I shall be gray headea when you come back,' I said, smiling at my own vexatton. 8be laughed more gayly than ever then a shadow fell over her hot. 'It Is lor LHjr*s sake,' she whispered. 'Look at ber.'

Lily lay on a hammock on the piassa, her hands lying listlessly in her lap, not a shade of color in her week.

The thought came to me that the child was bound for the land of shadows.

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'She must have help soon,'said 6tephe nie. *T es,' I answered.

I saw tbem off in the morning trainKitten with her head on Stephanie's shoulder. I carried the picture before my eyes all the week—my magnificent, generous brunette supporting the falling strength of that pale, fair-oiced child. And I had never loved her better in my life than in this new phat-e.

A week slid a day, Stephenie had said therefore, I bad no expectation of seeing 'ber, when at the end of five days, I entered tbn drawing room of her father's bouse to fiud an opera glass I had left there.

I had told the servant at the hall door what my errand was, and that I knew just where to look for the glass. Baton the threshold of the apartment my steps were arrested by the sound of Stephenle voice.

A rash of delight went over me. I was about to spring forward when I discovered that Stepbenie was seated in the alebve of an inner room beside a gentleman.

I stood irresolute. A curtain of blue silk fell across tbo upper part of the figures, but upon it their shadows lay, a* they sat against the sunny windows beyond, and plainly outlinedStephonie's beautiful head and Captain i^angdale's profile.

I did not mean to be a listener to their conversation, but as I demurred about going forward, I distinctly beard Stepbeniesav: •I love you utterly, with all my heart. I am not ashamed to say this, because you will never see me again.'

She continued talkiug, but her voice fell to a low monotone, and I realized my position, and stumbled backward out of the room and found myself in the street going dizzily home. Like some hunted thing I rushed to my room and bid myself from all eyes. remember throwing myself upon a couch and then starting up and walking the room looking at my pale face in the glass, taking up books and opening as if to read them, doing all sorts of unintentional things in a mechanical way, trying not to think of the revela tion that had come to me, because it seemed I should go mad if I did. But haunting voice was crying in my ear: 'Stepbenie—lost Stephenie!' •No, no, she is mine 1' I cried in despair. 'I have loved her so long and so well, and she is my only darling! What could I do without her Ob, God! wbat can I do?'

For the truth would not be gainsaid and must be faced. With mine own ears I had her say to another man, 'I love you,'and what I may have murmured in moments of impatience, I knew in my scul that Stephenie St. Jean was no coquette.

Captain Langdale had been ordered to his regiment, and she bad probably returned home to bid bim farewell. A soldier's life is always in peril, and in the moment of parting, Stepbenie bad confessed to him what I had never suspected.

Heaven knows that I bad no reason, and I had good cause to think differently. She had never plighted her troth to me, but by word and look and by sweet privileges she bad accepted my love, and I bad such utter faith in her truth that the possibility of her deceiving me bad never occurred to my mind. The warmest and tenderest intimacy existed between us, and yet she had never given her promise to mirry me.

Sick at heart, I realized it now, reviewing the past in the hateful light of my sudden discovery. I was a lawyer, and in the long hours of that utterly sleepless night I studied the case untiringly as if it bad not been my own.

It was not a matter of mistaken identity. Leaving out the consideration that mv heart would never in tbis world mistake Stepbenie's voice, I distinctly saw the outline of her bust, and her dress, revealed below the curtain, was very familiar to me.

It was of cream colored silk, trimmed with black lace. On her foot she wore a pretty black satin shoe, with a silver buckle, and the instep showed a cream colored stocking,embroidered with silken buds and vines.

The dress and the stocking, with its embroidery, were all the same tint, and the whole costume but two colorscream and black. As she sat within the blue curtain the artistic effect was very beautiful.

Ah, no! It was Stephenie, peerless among women and in heartsick misery I at length gave up the lost cause.

The gray dawn was stealing in at my window, its sweet breezes bathing my aobing temples, when I sat down at my desk and penned my farewell letter: 'Stbphbnie: I can not trust myself to see you again. I am weak as a child and worn out with such suffering as I pray you never may know. Inaavertently, yesterday, I board you confess your heart to Captain Langdale. I heard you say that you loved him. Then, you do not love me! God only knows how utterly I believed you did, and wbat fervent gratitude Mid happiness there was to me in that belief. Oh, my darling! how could you let me wreck my heart on the shoals of your mere careless liking? I was only a congenial triend, a pleasant companion. Your heart was his and his alone—farewell!'

This passionate, incoherent letter I directed to her, then called my valet. 'Pierre, pack some trunks. We will go down to Black Rocks, for the summer.'

The man started. 'Pardon, monsieur, it is very dull down there. No gunning, no fishing,and no young ladies!' 'And consequently no waitiug-malds for you to ogle,' I answered, with a dreary attempt at ewe and lightness of splrlta.

But the fellow still looked at me. 'Monsieur looks very 111. I will bid the doctor oall on you,* and if be consents, we will go to that horrid place tomorrow.' 'Nonsense! I shall be well enough after a rth and some breakfast. Don't be impertinent, Pierre. We shall start on the ten o'clock train.'

Black Rock was not Inhabited by fashionable society tbis was my only reaaon for choosing it. The Neptune House, where I took up my abode, was a large, rambling, old fashioned inn, not the least in the world like a modern seaside hotel.

My valet, of course, arranged all the conveniences of my life consequently I did not know the dark-skinned old woman who one day presented herself at the door of my apartment,with along covered basket upon her arm. My man was dusting a coat on the back pi-

There Is some one at the door. Pierre.' I said to him. as I sat at the window with a book, which 1 was not reading. 'It la th* washerwoman. 8he is a very nice laundress, monsieur.' 'Yes,' I said, Indifferently. 'Pay her.*

He received the carefully covered basket, settled the bill, and the woman departed.

Pierre prepared to arrange my linen by opening a bureau drawer. I turned a page of my book as he withdrew the white cloth fTom the basket, when my attention was again arrested by his ax* damationt

TEKRE HAUTE haxU-RDAY EVENING MA.JJL

•Mon Dleu! Lsces, ruffle*!' 'What's the matter. Pierre?' 'These are ladies' things. Hei wrapper with fluted ruffles, wblteskirta, and—ha, ha!—embroidered stockings. MINIS Betsey, Mees Betsey, come back!'

He dropped the basket on the floor, snd ruahea after the o)d women. I

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within and saw amass of snowy

see and embroideries beautiful as a bed of lilies. The clothing «fas too dainty and expensive t« belong to any but a lady, and I wonde.ed who the owner might be.

In on" corner was a pile of hosiery, The stockings were not all white—on®

was of cream.oolor, with a silk em roidery of buds and vines aud, while I was csrelessly considering how and where such exquisite needlework was done, the thought flashed across me that I had seen tbst very pattern of silken rosebuds on Stephenie St. Jean's foot.

My band trembled. I dropped the book as Pierre came rusbing^back with the panting old woman. 'Yes, I have left the wrong basket. The other, outside, is yours, sir. Hope you will excuse me. I am

getting old

and forgetful.' •Stay,' I said breathlessly. 'WiToai are the lady's things for?' 'For the young lady down stairs who came last week, sir—Miss St. Jean. I'll take tbem away direatly.'

Unheeding tne wondering eyes of the two, I snatched up' a handkerchief on which I saw a name marked. Yes, it was'Stephenie!'

I grew faint, and turned away to bide my emotion. My hand shook as I snatched up my hat and rushed out of doors.

The sun was setting across the water The waves danced blood-red in its light. The air had grown cool, and a pair of singing shore birds flew before me as sought a favorite seat of mine, retired among the rocks.

I had not composed my mind, when there was a ruitle of silk,and a soft hand was laid on my arai. ... •Forrest!' 'Stephenie!' 'You know I am here, now, and so I have come to speak to you.'

She sst down close beside me, facing me, her arm across my knee, her clear blue eyes steadily meeting mine and before she spoke a word, I took the fair band, tenderly, feeling that she was to be restored to me. 'Forrest, I had been here a week,wishing to see you, yet repelled by your de termined seclusion. If the old woman, called Aunt Betsey, who frequents this place, bad not told me to-night that accident bad revealed my presence to you, I should have lost my last remnant of courage, and returned home without speaking to you.' •What have you to say to me now, Stephenie?'

You overheard me talking, as you supposed, to Captain Langdale, Forrest. I was reading a letter.' 'A letter?' 'I have a startling story to tell. Listen. All the spring my cousin Lily's malady bad seemed strange to me. I could not understand ber loss of strength and color, until I learned by occupying the next apartment to her at Branchville, that she spent her nights in weeping. While I wondered that she should have a secret trouble from me. and per-

Sence,

lexed myself how to gain her confiI entered her room one morning, and found it to be full of a strange, sickening scent, while Lily lay senseless upon the bed. She had taken an opiate powerful eno&gh to produce death, and upon the table lay two letters. One was addressed to me, the other to Captain Langdale 'Assoon as I had procured assistance, and a physician's help had savfed her life, I read the letter the poor child bad addressed to me. Poor Kitten! ber heart was breaking, for she had set it upon one friend, aud sbe believed that he loved me. I am speaking of Captain Langdale. He is handsome, gay, and debonaire, and the poor girl believed bim necessary to ber existence. So she confessed to me, yet her heart seemed to hold no bitterness for her supposed rival. •She had always loved me, she said, and I was more worthy of h«r hero. But she was so pitifully miserable, poor little thing! Well, I considered the matter carefully. I was only an boar's ride from Captain Langdale, and I resolved to se) him. Lily was sleeping a restorative slumber, and I could go to the city and return in about three hours. I did so. When I reached the depot I sent a carriage for him to come to our house.' He came and read the letter. Our soldier has a.tetder heart he was affected to tears. He gave me the letter to read, bidding me to read it aloud. As I did so, you entered and beard the words which so misled you.'

Her eyes were swimming as they met mine but after an instant sbe went on: 'Captain Langdale showed deeper and more delicate feeling than I had supposed bim capable of. 'If little Lily tbiuks such haruin scarum fellows as I am worth dying for, I ought to make myself worthy the blessing of sueh love,' be said ana added: *1 will give myself to Kitten to-mor-row, if sbe wants me, and I will be a better man than I ever have been, lor ber sake.' •So,' said Stephenie, brightening, •there is to be a marriage in early autumn. My Lily is quite happa in tbe prospect of sharing a soldier's life, and— and'—blushing radiantly, and flashing one beauteous look into my eyes—'there may be a double wedding, if you please, dear!'

I tell my wife my happiness wassaved by such a fragile thing as sn embroidered stocking—certainly for this world, and I believe for tbe next.

The Cleveland Herald wfaihesto know the exsct opinion of clergyman of all denominations in respect to the doctrine of endless punishment, and therefore it asks tbem individually to respond briefly to tbe following questions: 1. Do you believe In a bell 2. If so, wbat sort of a place do you think it is, and where is it? 8. What classes and kinds of people go there? 4. Why are they sent there 5. Once In, can tbey ever get oui? 6. Wbat is tbe character of tbo punishment inflicted on the soul? 7. Is tbe doctrine of eternal damnation plainly and necessarily derived from tbe original Hebrew and Greek versions of the Bible? 8. Is a belief in hell an essential part of the Christian religion

Fifteen years ago a workman in Marseilles, France, lost bla only child, a baby boy, and to have soma reiio of the little one left, be cat off tbe left band of tbe corpse and preserved It In aloobol. Recently be was again made a father, and tbelnfant la a healthy boy, but singularly enough, he lacks bis left band.

TN annoyance occasioned by tbe continual orylng of tbe Baby, at once ceases when the cause la (as It should be) promptly removed by using Dr. Bull's Baby Syrup. SS cants per bottle.

CON STAN TI US.

A Fragment from &alathieL

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A portal of the arena.opened, and the combatant, fiith a mantle thrown over his faoe and figure, was led into tbe surroundery. The lion roared and ram pod against the bar* of bis den st tbe sight, The guard put a sword and buckler into1an tbe bands bf the Christian, and he wan left alone. Jiadra^ tbe mantle from bis face ancFbent a slow and firm look around tbe amphitheatre. His fine oountenance and lofty bearing raised a universal about of admiration.- He might have stood for an

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tering tbe Python. His eye at last turned on mine. Could I bolieve my-aeuses? Oonstuntias was before me.

All uiy rancor vanished. An hour past I could havestruck tbe betrayer to tbe heart—I could have called on the severest vengeance of man and Heaven to smite the destroyer of my cbild. But to see bim hopelessly doomed, the man whom I bad honored foj bis noble qualities, whom I bad even loved, whose crime was, at the worst, but tbe crime or' giving away to the strongest temptation that can bewilder tbe heart of man to see tbe noble creature flung to tbe savage beast,dying in tortures, torn piecemeal before my eyes, and his misery wrought by me, I would have obtested earth and Heaven to save bim. But my tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth. My limbs relused to stir. I would have thrown myselrat tbe feet of Nero but Isat like a man of stone—pale —paralyzed—tbe beating of my pulse stopped—my eyes alone alive.

Tbe gate of tbe den wa* thrown back and tbe lion rushed in with a roar and a bound that bore him half way across the arena. I saw the sword glitter in tbe air when it waved again it was cov. ered with blood. A howl told that it had been driven home. Tbe lion, one of tbe largest from Numidia, and made furious by thirst and hunger, an animal of prodigious power, crouched for an instant, as if to make sure of his prey, crept a few paces onward and sprang at bis victim's throat. He was met by a second wound, but his impulse was irre sistable. A cry of natural horror rang round tbe amphitheatre. The struggle waa no.v, for an instant, life or death. They rolled over each other the Hon reared upon his hind feet, with gnashing teeth and distended talons, plunged on tbe man again tbey rose together. Anxiety was now at its wildest height. Tbe sworfnow swung round tbe champion's bead in bloody circles. Tbey tell attain covered with blood and dust. The band of Constantius had grasped tbe lion's mane, and the furious Doundb of the monster could not loose his hold but bis strength was evidently giving way—be still struck his terrible blows, but each was weaker than the one before till, collecting his whole for.ee for a last eltort, he darted one mighty blow Into the lion's throat and sank. The savage beast yelled, and, spouting out blood, fled bawling around the arefia. Bat the hand still grasped the mane, and the conqueror was dragged whirling through the dust at his heels. A universal outcry was now made to save him, if be were not already dead. But the lion, bleeding from every vein, was still too tern hie, and all shrank from the hazard. At last the grasp gave way, and tbe body lay motionless on tbe ground.

Wbat happened for some moments after I know cot. There was a struggle^ at the portal a female forced her way througb tbe guards, rushed in alone, and flung herself upon the victim. The sight of a new prey roused the lion he tore tbe ground with bis talons he lashed his streaming sides with his tail he lifted up bis mane and bared his fangs but bis approaching was no longer with a bound he dreaded the sword, and came snuffing the blood on tbe sand, and stealing round tbe body in circuits still diminishing.

The confusion in the vast assemblage was now extreme. Voices innumerable called for aid. Women screamed and fainted. Men burst into indignant clam ors at tbis prolonged cruelty. Even tbe bard hearts of the populace, accustomed as they were to tbe sacrifice of life, were roused to honest curses. Tbe guards grasped their arms and waited for a sign from the Emperor. But Nero gave ih sign.

I looked upon tbe woman's face it was Salome! rsprang upon my feet. I called on her name—called on her, by every feeling of nature, to fly from that place of death, to come t3 my arms, to think of the agonies of all that loved ber.

Sbe bad raisedtbe head of Constantius on her knee, and was wiping tbe pale visage with her hair. At tbe sound of my voice, she looked up, and, calmly casting back the locks from her forebead, fixed ber eyes upon me. Sbe still knelt one haild supported the bead— with tbe other sbe pointed to it as ber only answei. I again abjured ber. There was the silence of death among the thousands around me. Afire dashed into her eye—ber cheek burned—sbe waved her band with an air of superb sorrow. •I am ooming to die,' sbe uttered, in a lofty tone. 'This bleeding body was my husband—I have no father. Tne world contains to me but tbis clay in my arms •Yet,' and sbe kissed tbe ashy lips before her, 'yet, my Constantius, it was to save that father that your generous heart defied the peril of tbis hour, it' was to redeein bim from the hand of evil that you abandoned your quiet home! Yes, cruel father, here lies the noble being that threw opeu your dungeon, that led you safely through the conflagration, that, to tbe last moment of his liberty only sought bow he might

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^reserve and protect you." Tears at fall in floods from her eyea. 'Bat,' said she, In a tone of wild power, 'be waa betrayed, and may the Power whose thunders avenge the csuse of bis people pour down just retribution upon the nead that dared—f

I heard my own condemnation about to be pronounced by tbe lips of my own child. Wound up to tbe fast degree of suffering, I tore my hair, leaped over tbe bars before me, ami plunged Into the fcrena by ber side. Tbe. height stunned me I tottered a few paces and fell. Tbe lion gave a roar and sprang upon me. I lay helpless under bim 1 heard the gnashing of bla white fangs above me.

An exulting shout srose. I saw bim reel as If struck—gore filled his jawa. Another mighty blow was driven to bis heart. He sprang bigh in in the air with a howl. He dropped be was d«ad. The ampitheatre thundered with acclamationa.

With Salome dinging to my bosom, Oonstantiua raised ma from tbe ground. The roar of the Hon bad roused bim from his swoon, and two blowa saved me. Tbe falchion bad broken in tbe heart of tbe monster.

The whole multitude stood op, supplicating for our Uvea in tbe name of filial piety and heroism* Nero, devil as be waa could not resist the strength of popular feeling. He waved a signal to tbe guards tbe portal wss opened, and my children sustaining my loeble steps, showered with garlands and ornaments from innumerame hands, slowly led me from tbe arena.—Salathie'.'

RELIGION BY CARDS,

OR THE SOLDIER'S PRAYER-BOOK.

It is bard to tell whether he who first discovered the spiritual! significance of a pack of cards was a devotional devotee oir a very merry^Tdllow. He baa lafi It open questiort, and the readers of the 'Soldier's Prayer-Book' arc at liberty to construe its spirit just as they feel inclined. It was first published in an English newspaper in the year 1774— went tbe round? of the printing presses and^ has been golag tbe rounds nearly every year since. Though it may not be new, it will still be fresh to tbe readers of TUe Mail. It was originally entitled:

THE PERPETUAL ALMANAC.' or

(THBSOLDIER'SfRAYEH

BOOK.

[By'Richnrd Lane,' private soldier belonging to the Forty-Second regla eut, who was taktu fore the Mayor of Glasgow for playing at .rtts during divine service.]

Tbe sergeant comrqandod tbe soldiers to chuVch, and when tbe parson read the prayer he took bis text. Those who had a Bible took it out, but tbis soldier had neither a Bible nor a common prayerbook but pulling out a pack of cards, be spread tbem. out before bim. fie first looked at one card and then at another. Tbe sergeant of the company saw him and said: 'Richard, put up the cards tbis is no place tor them.* 'Never mind that,' said Richard. When the service was over the constable took him prisoner and brought him before tbe Mayor. •Well,'said the. Mayor, 'what have you brought that soldier here for?' 'For playing cards in church.' 'Well, soldier, what have you got to say for yourself?' •Much, sir. I hope.', 'Very good if not, I will punish you more than man wa9 ever punished.' 'I have been,' said the soldier, 'about six weeks on the march 1 have neither Bible nor common prayer-book I have nothing but a pack of cards, and I hope to satisiy your worship of txe purity of my intention.' 'Very good,' said the Mayor. Then, spreading the cards before the Mayor, be began with the ace. •When I see the ace it reminds me that there is but one God. When I see the deuce, it reminds me of Father and Son. When I see the tray it reminds me of Father, Son and Holy Ghost. When I see tbe four it reminds me of tbe four evangelists that preached, viz: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. When I see the five it reminds me of tbe five virgins that trimmed their lamps there were ten, .but five were fools and were shut out. When I see the six it reminds me tbat on tbe seventh day God rested from the'work. He made and hallowed it. When I see tbe eight it reminds me of the eight righteous persons tbat were saved when God drowned the world, viz: Noah and his wife, his three sons and their wives. When I see the nine it reminds me of tbe nine lepers that were cleansed by our Savior there were ten, tut nine returned thanks. When 1 see the ten it reminds me of the ten commandments which God handed down to Moses on a table of stone, When I ^ee the king it reminds me of tbe great Kfng of Heaven, which is God Almighty. When I see tbe queen It reminds me of the Queen of sbeba, who went to bear the wisdom of Solomon, for sbe was as wise a woman as he was a man. Sbe brought with ber fifty boys and fifty girls, all dressed in boys'ap parel, for King Solomon to tell which were boys and which were girls. King Solomon sent for water for them to wash themselves. Tbe girls washed to the elbows and tbe boys only oa the wrists so King Solomon told by this.' 'Well,' said the Mayor, 'you have given a description of all tbe oards in tbe pack exoeptone.' 'Which is that?' said the soldier. 'The knave,' eafd tbe Mayor. 'I will give your honor a description of that, too, if you will not be angry.' 'I will not,' said the Mayor, 'if you will not term me a knave.' 'Well,' said tbe soldier, 'the greatest knave I know is tbe constable that brought me here.' 'I do not know,' said tbe Mayor, 'whether bs is tbe greatest knave, but I know he is tbe greatest fool.' •When I count how many spots in a pack, I find three hundred and sixtyfive, a* many days as there are in a year. •When I count the number of cards in a pack I find there are firty two, as mafiy weeks as there are in a year. •And I find four suits, tbe number of weeks in a montb. 'I find there are twelve picture cards in a pack, representing tue number of months in a year, and on counting the tricks I find there are thirteen, the number of weeks in a quarter, so you see, sir, tbe psck of cards serve for a Bible, almanac and common prayer-book to me.'

'A Repository of K&ibion, Pleasure and Instruction."

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TH* PRESS.

The Bazar is th3 organ of the worltl, and the expounder of that world's laws and it is the authority in all matters of anne s, etiquette, costume and social habits.—Boston Traveller.

The Bazar commends Itself to every member of the housebo'd—to the children by droll and pretty plot ures, to the young ladles by Its fashion-plates in endless variety, to the provident matron by its patterns for the children's clothes, to pater familial by its tasteful designs for embroiderei suppers and luxurious dressing

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