Bloomington Telephone, Volume 13, Number 36, Bloomington, Monroe County, 22 March 1889 — Page 2

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tflK OLD HOMKSTEAO. Ton may tali of mint julens and cream soda, too. And even erf better drinks t ell : They otumot compare vrith the water I drew When a boy from the old homestead well. No dainty cnt glasses like epicures hold Were noedod to flavor the ipst Just the oW oaken bucket, moss covered and cold And dripping whs preased to mr lips. It ft old-fashioned sweep taking plenty of room. Which squirrels would ne for a path, The field of red clover, the lilac's perfume. The little birds taking a bath. And Hover and Brindle, as enger as we. At the o'er-ftowing trough made of stone, I a picture I still in my me:aory 6d When I am a thirst and alone. Ie gazed In that well, eighty feet under ground. And seen mid the blue of the skies A boy's rosy face, with a ragged hat crowned, Looking up, with a laugh in his eyes. 4d I gazed in its depths not so long, long ago And saw not the face I once knew When I, barefooted, drew up the bucket although The sky was as bright and as blue. The waters were pure as before and as cool, Aa green were the woods and the dell. But something was gone since I, thirsty, from school, Drank joy from the old homestead well.

LOST FAITH REGAINED

b eoitb it lair.

Tom Wentworth was angry and indignant. He had arisen one morning, a wet, cold, disagreeable morning, with an indistinct recollection of something unpleasant which had occurred the evening before. Little by little it grew clear. .Norah, the house-keeper, had alsconded. Tom remembered that she had given warning a week ago, bat he had xbrgotten it until she left. Confound these wc men ! he exclaimed, as he hurried out of bed. Confound the whole tribe of Eve's daughters! Pretty fix I am in, with my own breakfast to getl Much I know about cookery! But no matter; I will not be iIatmhi f oiw nn o TrnmoTi TVnmon Inn Vi !

I can get as good a breakfast as tie best P? ot mc.hlied be 11?le" m , . w VVhitA fihroflrl it a 111 At. a iYiwT.tr miia-

oitnemi i " rw"v Savin this, Tom Wentworth tied his I maiden, with whom he fell deeply

ma Mvmiwwiiii.WT mAiLnAA in ivc, ami wnoseiove ne, alter a very

rography as the note, and Tom treau ured them both for further use. "Well!" he exclaimed, I'm in for it now! Whoever would have imagined me with a baby'? Seems she know about me," referring to he note. "Thinks I'm capable of bringing this child up for a good, noble woman, does she? Think she'd change her opinion if she knew mo and my notions about women! Wish thev were all in Heaven! Well, no, not exactly that, either; but I'll make a good woman of this little one, if possible, although I am sadlv afraid I must call in the aid of one of these same wonron ; which shall it be ? There's Mrs. Frizzel; no, she's much too dressy- -spends all her time on dress. In fact, she won't do. Miss Arabella Upperton ? No ! May the fates deliver this little child from growing into such a vain, frivolous woman as she. Tke::e is Mrs. Granby; too aristocratic to suit plain Tom Wentworth. Mrs. there I have it! Mrs. Ellsworth Aunt Louisa, bless her! She's just the o:ae to come here and bring up

baby. I'll see her to-day. And Tom started down-stairs once more, to get the babv's breakfast. After that gigantic feat was accomplished, Tom left the cliild at a neighbor's house, and started for "Aunt Louisa," us Mrs. Ellsworth, a neighborly old lady, was called; but she was not at homo had gono to the sea-coast, her daughter said, to be gone three months and Tom was disconsolate. Mrs. Mason, the daughter, offered to come for a week or two, until Tom could get- other help, or she would take the child there ; but Tom would not part with her, and at last was obliged to accept her oiler to come for a few days, Tom Wentworth was the only child of Mr. Wentworth, of Clifden, a man universally beloved by all who had known him for his genuine kindness and many sterling qualities. Many years before his father had died, leaving Tom as the sole inheritor of his vast estate. For a long time lie had spent his time roaming abroad, and then came home to

settle down to his profession that of a barrister for although his wealth was

necktie, combed his hair, and descended j

to the lower regions to decide on his breakfast. I will have coffee and toast, of course ; easily made, I know; any one can make a cup of coffee. I must make a fire first, though."

This was soon accomplished, and then j he searched for the coffee. j

short acquaintance, asked in return.

Clara Broadwell professed to love him, until at larffc she dissappointed him by proving herself entirely unworthy of the love cf his big, honest heart, by marrying a poor, worthless fellow who she imagined she loved better that Tom Wentworth.

From that time, ten years before, he

need a quarter of a cupful, and we set- had lst fafcl1 i1 womankind. Because tie it. don't wo. with cod-fish? Yes. I i of tho failing of one fair, false? one, the

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know we do: I remember that much.

Heard Nora say so one moaning. And he turned the coffee and a generous share of cod-fish into the pot, and placed it on the hob, and then cut his bread. This done, he proceeded to set the table, hen "ding-a-ling went the door-bell. "Plague take it!" he muttered. u Why cant they wait till a fellow has done breakfast? And he went slowly up-stairs to the door.

& showy hand-bill lay there, brilliant

in gold and crimson, announcing the advent of a grand circus. Tom Wentworth kicked it into the street, and was sorry he could not serve the boy the game way. Down again to the basement, to find his coffee just burning, and the nose off the tea-kettle. Tom toasted his bread in no very enviable frame of mind, and after burning one side, concluded that side was done enough for both, and then sat down to enjoy it. "Dinga-ling" went the bell once more, with a very decide! and emphatic syllable on the end, as if to say, "Come quick T Tom Wentworth sprang to his feet, with a frown on his handsome face. "Bunning his band quickly through his -curly hair, he exclaimed, "By Jove! "They may ring until the day of doom before I go!" And then he went. When Tom Wentworth opened the door he was indignant to find no one there, and was about closing it with a bang, when a basket at his feet arrested his attention. He was about to shove it off when a cry sounded from its depths. It was a faint, wailing cry, but it fairly froze Tom's blood with terror. t " Shades r f Venice ! Con w But the i st of his exclamation was cut short by utter inability to finsh it. He took the basket up as if it were a bubble which he was afraid of breaking, and then set it down and gazed at it as if suddenly bereft of his senses; though in reality he was looking about for that dreaded object a woman. None appearing, he again lifted the basket up and carried it into the house, and locked the door. A blue-eyed, golden-haired baby face appeared as he opened the dainty wrappings, and a pair of chubby, dimpled hands were stretched up to him, while m smile rippled over her face. A cold sweat broke out all over Tom. Be leaned heavily against the wall for rapport; but the dimpled hands were stretched out again, and the smile gave way to such a grieved look that it took the citadel at once, and Tom's kind heart surrendered without further protest. Taking the smiling child in his arms, lie looked into its blue eyes with an interest he had never manifested in any other baby; and as the dimpled hands pulled at the brown, wavy beard, they twined themselves about the heartstrings of the strong man until he was willing to swear eternal allegiance to it. A note in a peculiarly dainty hand was tied on baby's sleeve with a narrow

blue ribbon, and tins was toe inscription: Jfr. Torn Wentworth: "Please take my baby, Bessie, and brine h5r up to make a good, noble woman, as I think you are capable of doing. I know you have means to support her. Be good to my baby, and may Heaven do by you even as you do by her. I never shall claim her. "Baby's Motheb." In the basket were a goodly number of dainty baby's clothes, and that was all, except a few plain directions for preparing her simple meals. These were written in the same delicate chi-

entire race of womankind stood branded

in his sight as faithless. He would "trust none of them," he said, although all his better nature rose in rebellion at the injustice of such an accusation. A month went by. Bessie was growing dearer each day to her new friend. His faith i i womankind was growing stronger and deeper because of this one little bud of promise which was daily developing fresh beauty and loveliness. One morning, just before Tom went io his office, there was a ring at the door-bell, and he hastened to open it. A woman stood before him, clad in modest attire a sweet-faced woman, who, in a low ami gentle voice, asked if he had vet secured a nurse for his little foundling. No," replied Tom, "I was about to look for one, as mine has just left me." "I was sent to you with this, Mr. Wentworth. " producing a letter, which, after seating her, Tom proceeded to read. It was only a letter from a lady friend, recommending Mrs, Burton to Mr. Wentworth as a lady in every point fitted as a competent nurse and companion for his ittleBessie. Tom, after a little questioning, employed her as a substitute for Mrs. Mason, who had just leftf, and went oft' to his work whistling , a merry little ballad, which brought a smile tq the face of more than one of his friends. The tinie glided away very rapidly now. Mrs. Burton was everything desirable in a nurse and housekeeper, and Bessie loved her dearlv, She was quiet and sensible, her modest demeanor soon quite won Tom's heurt. "There must be some good in her, or the little one would not love her so," he meditated. "So it seems that you are to be superseded, Mrs, Burton," said a gossipy neighbor, one day, to the quiet woman, who was Isvingly stroking the curly head of her young charge. "In wha; mariner?" replied Mrs. Burton. "Why, Mr. Wentworth intends to marry soon. Had you not heard of it? The news is in everybody's mou th . All the neighbors are talking about it." "Indeed!" "Yes; it will be a splendid match, too, and I, for one, am very glad. Tom ought to be married; Bessie needs a mother; she is getting quite old now; and Ttim needs a wife and mistress for his home. And the gossip paused, quite out of breath. "Whom does Mr. Wentworth marry?" came very c uietly from the little widow. "Lula Eastman, of course, and .she's a splendid 1 title thing; a perfect beauty, too; but she is in every way fitted to be his wife, beautiful, talented, and accomplished." And the neighbor tripped off to impart her choice information to her next friend. Only a week later, Tom entered the nursery qui ;e unexpectedly, and a pretty siht met .iiis eyes. Mrs. Burton sat on the floor, with baby Bessie on her lap. The lady's hair had been un

bound, and fell in long, rippling masses

"Your littlo one! Clara, is Bessie yom child?" "Yes, Mr. Wentworth, and I have but one request to make of you. When you get married let me take Bessie. I can see no other 'woman hens as mother to my child when I have found I could not get on without her," "And the blue eyes looked so imploringly at him that Tom felt the old enchantment holding him once mo:re in thrall as he looked at her. "When I get married, Clara?" I13 repeated, dreamily. "I don't expect such a thing at present; for there is only one maiden in all the world that I really love' he said laughingly, "and that is my littlo sweetheart here," kissing the upturned face of the little child. "And if I thought I should have to give her up, I should think a long time before I took any one in her place." The next morning, as Tom was about to go to his place of business, Clara Burton came down-stairs in her traveling dress. Her eyes were red with weeping. "Why, Mrs. Burton Clara why are you leaving me?" he asked, in astonishment. "I thought I ought to leave under tho circumstances. I might stay as Mrs. Burton, but as Clara Burton, no. It is best for me to go." "Stay, Clara, stay, and take cam of your little one! She needs .you and I have found out that the old love is not quite dead yet. May not Bessie be my daughter too, Clara our little one?" "But about Lulu Eastman, Tom? Mrs. Digby said vouwere to marry her." "Confound Mrs. Digby!" said Tom, vehementlv. "Lu Eastman is a nice girl, but too much of a butterfly for me. Clara, dear, forgive me, but through you I once lost faith in all women ; through you it may bo restored; may it not be so, darling?" "Yes, Tom; I have suffered from a fancied preference, but I can be hf,ppy now in my first and only true lover." And so it was that the pure, guileless lovo of a little child was tho moans of restoriug Tom Wentworth's lost faith in womankittdt

Oar Two-Sided Universe. Dr. Nathaniel Holmes, of St. Louis, gives evidence of profound metaphysical study and of much independent thought in his two volumes on "Bealistio Idealism m Philosophy Itself." He states that there arc several theories of the universe. There is the Biblical supernatural theory, founded on miracles and .religions feelings. There is the materialistic theory, ' according to which the universe is a self-running machine. Agian, there is the one-sided ideal theory which maintains that mind is the prime facfe and the one fact knowuble. Lastly,'"1 as combining the advantages of all these theories with the disadvantages of none, there is tho realistic ideal theory. This the author Becks to substantiate. The universe is, indeed, an eternal machine, but it is a machine subject to Mw principles of mathematics and logic. It is a machine that is merely the knowledge of mind. Were there no material universe, there were nothing to know, consequently no universe. Were there no mind there would be nothing known, therefore also no universe Of the one universe there are two aspects. As knowing, it is spiritual ; as known, it is material. Yt riffht here there is one reservation

his heart draw life from them add ha spread before his countrymen a table laden with the riches cf his own creative mind, saying to them: 'Partake of this, my offering; yea,, the first fruits of my heart; born with my birth and nurtured with my Hfo for you, and watered with the wellspring of my affection toward you aH.,w

Natural Soap. Several niouths'ago a correspondent of the Baltimore Manufacturer's Record reported that a mine of natural soap had been discovered in Georgia, and that tho material seemed well adapted to all ordiuary purposes. The statement was received with doubt. Xow comes the Enterprise of Virginia City, Nev., with an account of deposits of natural soap in that pocket-borough, whore soap is commonly supposed to be rarely used for any other purpose thau purchasing seats in the Senate of the United 'States. The Enterprise says that one of the several deposits known

to exist has ben worked for three or four years. The soap is sometimes made up into cakes as it comes from the mine, but usually it is toned down by mixture with artificial products. In regions where soda, borax, and mineral oils abound it is only necessary to bring these ingredients together, end a soap mine is the result. Hot springs assist very materially in uniting and concentrating the elements f soap-fac-ture provided by nature, and it is observed that tho soap found in the neighborhood of such springs is usually harder and more perfect than that produced iu the dry way in and about the basins of extinct lakes. The waters of Owens and Mono lakes are so thoroughly saturated with soda and borax in solution that tho addition of any oleaginous matter produces soap. The latter lake gives birth to vast swarms of grubs (which in time become flies) that are washed ashore, and in some places cover the beach to a depth of one or two feet. The only matter contained iu these organisms, uniting -with the a Ilea li:ae water of the lake, forms a deposit of soap an inch or two in thickness each year. Thus, in the course of ages, a deposit of natural soap of great depth has been built up on the east aids oi the lake, where the grubs have always

stranded, owing to the prevalent winds

the unchangeable laws of tho material universe are, in the last analysis, also the essentials of mind. The logic of events is also the logic of mind. There are properly no facts pxcept these that stand in relation to intelligence. Tho author shows conclusivelv that Hegel has been grossly misunderstood. Hegel's application of logic to nature is not mystical. Indeed, it is just like tho application of mathematics to nature. Among the examples given by the author one case may be mentioned. Every aspect oi- a material body comes into existence through some material cause. We rightly say that the material thing in question is connected with this its aspect through a cause. Now, this is nothing but the syllogistic form of things. Our text-books on logic say: "Socrates is mortal, because he is a man." This means merely that tho cause of Socrates mortality lies in his Immunity. As everything is material nature is a state of things brought about by a cause, it is plain enough how the syllogism is the law of everything. Indeed, how could we learn about facts at all if the facts were not subject to the syllogism?

Lama)', the Absent-mimled Justice Lamar's absent-mindedr.ess has been tho theme of a good many newspaper paragraphs, but the latest incident of his eccentricity is worth telling. The other day he purchased a house, and leaving the ofliee of the real estate agent with the deed, the abstract and other papers tinder his arm, he started for his home. Getting as far us Brcutano's bnok store he wondered io, and placing the roll cf documents upon the counter, was soon immersed in a lot of now books. After spending a half hour or so ho purchased a copy of the Political Science Quarterly nnd wended his way homeward. A gentleman who had met him in the real estate oftice and had noticed that the package of documents was wrapped in a paper of peculiar color, visited the book-store in the afternoon and happened to notice tho package on the counter. Calling the attention of one of the clerks to it, he asked if J ustice Lamar had been in during the day. "Yes," was the reply, "he has been here nuitc a while this

morn in jr.

good the

blowing from the west.

The IronxCliancelior not Without Hanoi in Dakota Bismarck, in North Dakota, th Burleigh County-seat, and the capital of the Territory, is situated on a plateau sloping gently from tle low encircling hills to a frontage on the Missouri Iliver a site apparently designed by nature for the building up oi a beautiful and prosperous city. Hit town was planted in 1872, and named in honor of Prince Otto von Bismarck, a$ a compliment to the German interests emrneeted with the Northern Patific H&ilroad. 'The city has a population oi 4,500, three school buildings valued at $30,000, six church edifices, Uniteo States land-office, Oitv Hall, eourthouse, brewery, flour-mill, and othet manufacturing enterprises, Mater-work system, electric-light plant, etc. Th Capitol building and North Dakota Penitentiary are located on command; ing sites near the outskirts of the city The vast extent of excellent farminglands, the proximity of coal fieltfe, ant tlie advantages of a river commerce ar the foundations of tho city's growth jwifi prosperity. ZJ. F. MciJluret in Hqi pet's Magazine.

1 neral Harrison Huns. General Harrison has been known to sing, or rather hum, to a visitor to hi house in Indianapolis. It was the tuuti, he explained at the time, which, as nearly as he could execute it, Colonel Cogswell's regimental band always played when his doughty Massachusetts boys were marching to battle, prepared to make it specially hot that day for tho

I bovs in gray. It was tho best band in

to the floor, I he glasses which she j the whole army, as General Harrison srenerallv wore in Tom's presence were ! remembered, and attracted attention

tossed aside, while the blue eves and

pretty face were full of beauty and animation. Tom stopped short. Clara BroadwooiT he ejacidated, when he co lid command himself. "How in the world did you -j-st here?" "Mr, "Wentworth, forgive me for imposing upon you, but t oh, Mr, Wentworth, I fe.t as if I ruust see my little one again! I could nr, give her up, so I eame here us Mrs. Burton," She spoke rapidly,, and Tom could

hardly comprehend );er.

elsewhere; and it was one of tho best regiments, too. So, with these explanations, the President-elect, sitting on a low stool, and bent over, and laughing that he should try to sing at all, hummed the march. Colonels Harrison and Cogswell, you know, were brigaded together, and it is tho picture of its four colonels, who fought their way to more exacting commands, that decorates alike the study of General Harrison in his Delaware street home and Mrs. Cogswell's parlor in Washington.

Perquisite System ait the Austrian Court, Nothing except the linen, plate, china, and glass is ever served twice; at the court tables; but the full meaning of this cannot well be grasped by anybody who has not seen the system at work. Somo of tho servants have as their perquisites the bottles which have come up to the dining room but have not, been uncorked; others the sincorked bottles; and others again the wine that remains in tho glast.es. Therefore it is the interest of one set of servants to keep the glasses full ; of another sot to draw as many corks as possible, while parting with as' little wine th can ; and of a third set to draw cuij tpuringly. The result is that often a great deal of unseemly whispering and nudging goes on at the sideboards. As regards the food, there are different orders of claimants for perquisites; one man having a vested interest . in the joints, another in nhe poultry, a Uiird in the sweet dishes, and bo on. Then there are men to whom the wax candles belong, and these naturally make a rush to blow out the candles the moment the lost guest has walked out of the room. Altogether, this system of perquisites causes die imperial banquets to be- served in double-quick time, so that the longest of them eelJon la-sts bevond threequarters of au hour. The Enipcror's dining hour is f o'clock; but it is etiquette for the guests to arrive a clear half hour beforehand. After dinner coffee and cigars are served in a smoking room; the Emperor lingers about a quarter of an hour and the guests separate soon after 6:30. But another curious result of the perquisite system is this that the- court servants make open traffic on tire imperial leavings. Incredible as it may sound there is a basement corridor- iu the palace which is like a bazaar full of ahops. Here not only the keepers of small hotels and restaurants but tb cooks of many ladies belonging to the second-class official world coma to buy cold meats, pastry, sweetmeats, wines and candles. There is one kind of Tokay wjiieh can only be bought from the court servants, as none is made except for the Emperor. It is to be presumed, However, that the uncorked bottles of champaign and other line wines are generally sold by the dozen, and they must form a substantial perquisite. Chambers' Journal. Always Turn to the (Jotters. "Burns, was, throughout his short, eventful life, always true to tho humble 'jotters, and knew every throbbing pulse beneath thie straw-thatched roofs, rould rejoice with them in their 'hallowe'eens and 'forgather in their Iron thy cronies'; could lay aside the jocund strain and louder rovelry and he 'beguiled' o a' his carkiug cares' by the lisping prattler on lids knee. He xmld with reverence uncover himself before that 'sire wi' lyart ballets wearin' ;hin and bare could dance wi' die assies at fair and market, and wrestle (vith their aii'ections aniajig the rigs o barleY.' Could encourage the husbaad man as he struggled along with a odd, mproductive soil, and make more than honorable the labor of his hands; could raise the droopiug hands of 'honest povarty' in every land and put a new so-ng into their mouths which is ringing along the corridors of time and finding a a heartv re echo in those United States a f America, that 44 'TLorntik iB but tbe guinea's Ktauijt; Tho mail' 6 tLegowd lor u' that.' "Burns never trained to please the ears of hi listeners or tickle their fancies, but every line bears the imprint of the heurt, and tb words camo rushing along after each other as he trudged behind his plow until all nature, animate and inanimate, seamed pftssosacd ox his spirit ami became part and parcel of his very existence. Ilia poetic invagination was, iu some degree perhaps, led by the events v.UkU he recorded;

" Well," suggested the gentleman, "ho left this package here, and von had

better put it away until he calls for it." A week or ten days passed, and the gentleman met Justice Lamar on the street and accosted him, saying: ' I see

you have purchased a hou.se. Yes," was the reply; "got a bargain. Come and see me." "What have you done with

deed?" It is at mv house.'" "Are vou sure?" "Certainly; I earned it home the day the purchase was consummated." The gentleman smiled, and asked tho Justice if he would not walk around to Breutano's book-store with liim, as ho wanted to show him some publications. Getting the in nocent old gentleman into the store he called upon the clerk for tho papers, and opening the package before tbe jurist he showed him the deed for his house and the abstract title. Mr. Lamar folded up the title, made a profound bow and left the store. Aphorisms. A skeptical young man one day conversing with Dr. Pan, observed that he wonjd believe nothing which he could not understand. "Then, young man, your creed will be the shortest of any man's I know." A cheerful temper, joined with innocence, will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful and wit goodnatured. It will lighten sickness, poverty, and affiiction, convert ignorance' into an amiable simplicity, and render deformit' itself agreeable. Addison. What you leave at your death, let it bo without controversy, else the lawyers will be your heirs. Jl Osbom. Disparage and depreciate no one; an insect has feeling, and an atom a shadow. Fuller. Many have puzzled themselves c.bc ut the origin of evil. I am content to observe that there is evil, and that there is a way to escape from it; and with this I begin and end. Newton. No money is better spent than what is laid out for domestic satisfaction A man is pleased that his wife is dressed as well as other people, and the wife is pleased that she is dressed. r Johnson There is nothing :in the world so toilsome as the pursuit of fame; life concludes before you have so much a sketched your work. Bruytre. A faithful and true friend is a Lvrag treasure, eaiiniable in possession, and deeply to be lamented when gone Nothing i more common than to talk of a friend; nothing more difficult th&n to find one; nothing more i:are than to improve by one as we ought, Lavatcr. A man endowed with great perfections, without good breeding, is like one who has his pockets full of gold, bat always wants change for his ordinary , occasions. Steele.

Something to Say. Only children feel privileged to indulge in absolute frankness of act a id speech. "Can't you speak to Mr. White?" asked a mother of a littlo gid, who had steadfastly refused to make the acquaintance of a disagreeable visitor. The child shook her head. "Oh, do come and teil me what you had for Christmas," said Mr. White, persuasively;, ibttt little Mary made no reply. "I have at little girl at home," went on the visitor. "If you will tell me something about your dollies, I will! tll her when I go homo, and she will he tu pleased." Marv remained mute, arid after a ft w more vain atteiapts, the visitor turners his attention to other members- of tinefamily. Presently he rose, sayiu&, "Well, I think it is time for me- to s&jr good-night."" " Qood-niglxt T came from Mfidne corner, wfeeiv she had been sitting in dignified silence. "Crood-night! goodwahtr The absolute relief in her explosive tones, was. only too evident to alL A Lark's Far-Keachiiig Voice. Mr. 8. Wcod Hays in the Naturalist: "The lark ascends until it looks no larger than a midge, and can with difficult v be seen bv the unaided eve. and ytt every note will be clearly audible to persons who are fully half a mile from the neat over Mhioh the bird utters its song. Moreover, it never ceases to sing for a moment, u :Eeat which seems wonderful to us human beings, who find that a song of six or seven minutes in length, though interspersed with rests and pauses, is more than. trvinc;.

Even a practiced public speaker, thougM

he can pause at the end of eaL'h sentence, finds the applause of the audience a very "welcome relief. Moreover, tho singer and speaker need to hse no exertion save-exeroisiug their voice. "Xek the bird will pour out a continuous hou.j of nearly twenty minutes in length, and all the time lias to support itself iu thi air by constant use of its wing.

Bryant's Home and Grave. But an hour ago I stood oti the jorch of the lioslyn home of William Cullex Biyant the home where came the poet in 1845 and made his place of suifimer abiding. There he wrote aome cf his best songs, there he used to love to come when the mood of inspiration was over him, and in the village clone at hand be decreed that his duet should sleep when at last life's fitful dream should end. The home where Biyant lived is almost ideal, a trifle near the common road, perhaps, and yet so does the road harmonize with tho surrcundings of the place that there is only a slight sense of incongruity. The house is large and rambling, while the building's frame is at least a century old. It is 4,the house of seven gables transplanted here, softened in its architecture as the civilization which clustered round these bays had a tenderer grace than that which built its homes among the Puritans. There are broad piazzas, quaint nooks and coverts, extensions and sub-extensions. The house nite just on that angle of the knoll where an artist would have placed it for the best vision of the sunset, high enough above the waters to get the effect of the intervening lawns, and yet not so far away that when the wind biows in on autumn nights the poet's ear could not catch the sweet music of the waves throwing their salt spray shoreward The house sets in mplitudes of space; before it is the layf and here no fence could restrain the poets ownership, outward over the waters his vision owned across t he waters to far Cathav; northward fliere are neighbors close at hand, but iwuthvard the lawns run on, and here and there are knolls and tiny valleys with likes and brooklets. But little change has come over the place as Bryant loved it. Loving hands keep itfrori neglect, while each day finds some visitor knocking at the old-fashioned door xor a ramble over the poet's home. The grave of Bryant is in the village cemetery about a mile away. The lot is large and hemmed in by totes There are but four graves in it, that, of the poet and his wife and their two grandchildren. A massive monument of granite, severely pkin, is in the ee titer of the lot. On one side it records the death ci Fanny Bryant, the poet's vife, who was "the beloved disciple of Christ, exemplary in every relation of life, affectionate, sympathetic, sincere, and ever occupied with the ;. welfare of others." On the other side there is singly the poet's name, his time and place of birth and death. No epitaph is given, nor is one needed for this poet, who wrote so grandly and truly of nature, who sang the songs of freedom as

no one Las snug them, a:id who combined the wisdom of the man of affairs with the larger wisdom of a poet's divination. William J. JBofit in 2few York Graphic. Protective Colors. Go to the seashore and observe the grasshopper;? among the beach grass They fly up at your approach, whiz off a rod or so, and alight. Can you see them ? The;' are colored so nearly like the sands they live upon that detection of one at rest is almost, imjwssible. On yonder grassy bluff, a stone's-thirow away, you will find none of them, tut other kinds equally, or almost equally, lost to sigh by their harmooy with their surroundings tVhat chance of .life for either if they suddenly changed places? They would be so conspicuous that every passing bird or insectivorous creature would sight them, f course these protective colors have been gained by slow steps. Every grasshopper that found its preferred food among the sands was liable to be eaten. In nhe long run just these would be eaten which were most easily seen. One which varied in coloring in never s ainall a degree, so as to he less easily seen than his brother, would live to perpetuate his kind, and his brother came to an untimely end; the progeny would show the fortunate variation, and be more likely to be spared te transmit in increased volhme the probability of the happy coloring. Given, then, a brood of grasshoppers that find their preferred food in sandy spobsy and tiniss other and more powerful forces atefc upon them it viu-st result, from their liability to be eaten by creature fond of grasshoppers, that in time they will resemble in coloring the sand on which they live; it is impossible that they should not. Any creature net specially protected by nauseousness, or habit, or special device of some sort, must in the verfr nature of things, if it is to live at all, have some other protection, and that

a Horded by color and pattern is by far ihe most common. The world is made wp oJf eaters and eateu, of devices to eateh and devices to avoid beiagcaugl.it. Atlanta Monthly. A Story in Four Parte. PART L Little Boy Mamma, whfft does it mean when you sayr "There are no flies on yon?" Mamma I don't know, bit son ; it'u a common, vulgar expression I believe, used by uncultured people. But why lo you ask? Little Boy "Why, I saw papa k iss nurse this morning, and she sa;d: "There are no flies cn you." TAB? H. Wife Husband, dear, what is the meaning of Mia expression, ' There are no flies oa yoi?M Husband Well, as far as I know, ii means that the person addressed is tip to the times, that he is progressive and generally smart and shrewd.. But why do you ask ? Wife Oh, no reason in paticular; our little boy wanted to know, and I couldn't tell him. PART in. Wife (to nurse) Bessie, can yon tell me what ono means in saying, cThe:a aire no flies oh you?" Bessie No, ma'am, I don't know wht it meausr I never make use of slang expressions. part iv (one hour Liter). Bessie packing her trunk. Little loy put to bed. Husband deeply engrossed in bis paper. . Wi':o, with flushed, indignant face, riautterring to herself "There are no