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15 D I AX SUSSES. Just after the death of the flowera. And before they are buried in enow There comes a feRtive season, When Nature is all op-low . Jkplow rith a mystic splendor That rivals the Denuty of Spring JLpriow with a benuty more tender s , Than aught which lair Summercou'd bring. Some spirit akin to the rainbow ' That borrows its magna! dyes. And mantles the lar-spreadinjr landscape In lines that bewilder the eyes. The sun from iis cloud-pillowed chamber Smiles soft on a vision eo gay, .And dreams that his favorite children The flowers, have not yet passed away. O! beautiful Indian Sum mejl Thou favorite child of the year; Though darling whom Nature enriches With gilts and adornments so dear! How fain would we woo thee to linger On mountain avid meadow awhile, For our heartes, likelhe sweet haunts of Na ture. Rejoice and grow young in thy smile. Ifot alone to the sad fields of Antumn .Dost though a lost brightness restore, But thou brincest a word-weary spirit Sweet dreams of its childhood once more) Thy loveliness fills us with memories Of all that was brightness and best Thy peace and serenity offer A ioretaste of heavenly rest. , Her Husbands Letter. T is best on the whole not to read your hus band's letters until he hands them to you, and 1, -U zwlAJ?& est not to ex" amine his pock ets, except for holes, and then set aside whatever you find there without examination. " I believe that Mrs. Elliott would give any young wife that advice to xlay; but there was a time we are all fallible, being mortal when she had been married about two years, that she made herself an amateur detec tive so far as her Frank went, and had found holes that she could not explain one that had something in it abont Clara particularly. It was only half a letter, but it was suspi cious. Naturally jealous, she was too proud to betray the fact intentional y; but there is no keeping a secret of that sort from tne servants. They tnew it, other people guessed at it. Her fancies about Clara oh, who was Clara? made her heart ache but rumaging and prying did not help her. When her husband was away as he often was she suffered tortures. He might, for all she knew, be lead ing a double life, and as she steamed all his letters open before she for warded them, and now and then found something that might mean more than it said; and so we come to an afternoon when she Mrs. Elliott came down stairs dressed for dinner, for which she always made &; careful "toilet, and met the waitress ascend ing the upper floor. The girl's place at that moment was in the dining room, and Mrs. Elliott knew that nothing was needed or forgotten that pertained to the dinner; njore ver the girl had an air of secrecy about her, and seemed to be hiding something under her apron. "What's that you have there, Rosa?" Mrs. Elliott "asked a little sharply. The girl stopped, looked down, and answered: "Only a letter, ma'am." "For yourself?" asked Mrs. Elliott. "No, ma'am, for master,1' said the girl. "Well, give it to me," said Mrs. Elliott. The girl hesitated. "Indeed, ma'am, the lady said to give it to himself," said Rosa. "A lady? A beggar with a petition, I suppose," said Mrs. Elliott. "A lady, ma'am, and she's gone," said the girl. "She wore a blue veil; but I never saw her before, I'm sure." "Oh, very well," replied her mis tress. "Give me the note. Mr. Elli ott is shaving and would not wish to be disturbed." The girl gave a Jittle impertinent toss to her head as she obeyed and flounced downstairs in a way that made her mistress resolve to give her warning. The trouble was that the lady in the blue veil had given Rosa some money; had whispered, -'Mr. Elliott, and no one else," and had hurried away in a suspicious mannner. Mrs. Elliott meanwhile stood turning the, envelope over. The ad dress was merely her husband's name Mr. Frank Elliott and the edge of the flap was still damp, as if sealed at the door. It would open at the touch she could read it and know its contents if she chose. "I do chose," she said the rext moment, and the edge or the en velope rolled back and a slip of paper fell out. On it was written these words: "Dear Frask: Meet me at the usual piece if you can dodge your wife. A moment more and the letter was resealed, and Mrs. Elliott, trembling with anger, stood leanirg against the window frame. She felt that the dread that had been upon her had 'taken shape at last. However, she would not be hasty. She would wait until she was sure tthat he desired to receive the letter. If he did not obey the summons it would prove to her that he was true to her. Then she would tell him -what sheknew and ask his confidence. She carried the letter down-stairs with her and placed it at his plate, and as he opened it she watched him closely. It certainly did not seem to please him. He frowned, changed color, and thrust it into his pocket; but he went on with his dinner without any remaric. Mrs. Elliott, however, could not re main silent. "You look as though you had re xeived a plumber's bill,' she said. He laughed. . mm l (b) "It's not a bill," he said; "it's a note, and it vexes me because I shall have to change my plans for tonight. I intended to takeyou to the theater; now I can not do it. I shall have to leave you, and, what is more. I shall not be back until to morrow night. I'll send a messenger to Uncle James. He will escort you to the theater and -" "I will not go with your uncle James," said Mrs. Elliott, sharply. "You must take me; I will not be used in this way; you must go with me." "My dear, I can not tellyou how it vexes me to have to leave you," said Mr. Elliott. "Frank," she answered, "I have al ways said that there are somethings which a wife should not endure." "Lizzie, my dear, listen. I will take you to the theater tomorrow night or the night after; we will enjoy our selves quite as well. I think it will rain tonight, anyhow." "Do you suppose I am a baby to fret about not seeing a play?" said Mrs. Elliott. o Frank, only you must tell me gagement ai "Business Mr. Elliott "I'll explai business. you break the en m o you aregoing." lenr, business," said artifical manner. . i : day. Business is be quiet and com- fortable, like a good Good- fc" night." He tried to kiss her, but she push ed him away. Then he took his hat and overcoat and left the house with a little laugh not like his own. Hardly had he passed the threshold when his wife sprung to her feet, slip ped on an ulster that hung in a closet in the dining room hall, donned alit tle round cap and gray veil, and sneaked out of the basement door sneak was the word. "She's following him this time," said Rosa to the cook. "Jealous again," said cook. "I guess he's giving her reason," said Rosa. "It's something dreadful," said cook, "the way married men go on." Meanwhile Mrs. Elliott lurked in theshadow of the stone balustrades and saw that her husband stood un der the gas-lamp at the corner ex amining the note which he had re ceived. Well, wherever he went there also she would go. Whosoever he might meet should also meet her. This was the end of everything, the finale. But she would not weep she would have long years for that. She would behave as an insulted wife should. He was about to enter a car; she also hailed it. An ulster and a thick veil reduce all women to one level. He would not know her even if he saw her. She sat in her corner and saw that he stood on the platform smoking. Which way the car was going she scarcely noticed. He left it at last and entered another; so did she. Again he smoked on the platform, but at last "Fort Ice ferryl" shouted the couductor and she followed her husband into a ferry-boat. It was dark, and though it did not rain the air was full of moisture. There were very few people upon the boat, but several of them were brutal-looking men, and they stared at her, seeming to wonder at her thick veil. She had forgotten her gloves and her small, white hands glistened with rings, some of them very valuable. As she left the ferry and, follow ing her husband's figure, crossed the great track of a railroad she trembled with terror. As he ascend 3d the bluff she kilted her skirts and folio wTed. WTho could Clara be? What man ner of woman was she to appoint a a rendezvous like this? It was a aasty, slippery, unpleasant place. There was a drinking saloon hard by which seemed to be full of rough men. She drew so near to her husband that she could have touched his coat as they passed this place, but he did not ook around. And now it began to rain in earnest, and the road they had turned into seamed to be two feet deep with mud, and still Mr. Elliott marched on. At last a fright cul thing occurred to Lizzie. She wore upon her feet a pair of patent leather ties, and with all this climb ing and straining of the shoes the ibbons had come undone. Suddenly the mud caught at them with that curious power of suction which mud seems to have at- times, and the shoes came off. In vain she felt around for them; they seemed to have vanished. Just then: "Halloo!" said a voice near her; "what's the matter with you, young woman "I nothing!" gasped Mrs. Elliot t. A large policeman stood before her. "This an t no place foryoung wom en to oe Kiting arouna alone, said the policeman. "It's dangerous '.f you're a decent girl. What's hap pened ! Lost yourself I "io," said Mrs. Elliott, "I'm not alone; there's my husband! FrankI Frank! Frank!" Mr. Elliott turned and walked back. "Left you behind did I Lizzie?" he 3aid. "You're a might v careful husband," said the policeman, "I do think," and 3trode away. , Then Mr. Eliot who was a strong man, simply picked his little wife up in his arms and carried her back to the grounds which encircled" the tavern. Here he set her down upon a wooden platform. Then for a moment he vanished and returned with a glass of wine, which he made Mrs. Elliott drink. "I've hired a cab," he said; "we'll drive back to the ferry. It's too stormy a night to go looking for Clara; besides, she's thousands of miles away." "Clara!" cried Mrs. Elliott. "Don't speak of Clara how dare you?" "She very nearly ruined me, my dear. I threw away lots of money on her," said Mr- Elliott, "but she is looking up now. My dear, I know you've been rummaging my pockets and reading my letters for two years, but I only lound out what you sus pected when my mother told me that you had asked her if I had ever known a lady named Clara before I met you." "Oh, Frank, don't try to deceive me!" sobbed Lizzie. "I read the note the woman left tonight I " "Oh, I knew it," said Mr. Elliott; "it was fixed for you to read. I wrote it to myself, and my pother left it at the door at dinner time. I gave her a signal from the window that she might know you were coming down stairs, and I've kept an eye on you I've watched you ever since you left the door. My dear child, I never knew a Clara in my life; I never had a doubtful love affair even as a boy. The note you saw was about an oil well in which I had shares the Clara. She was a fickle creature, I admit, and made me anxious, but since you were bound to be jealous " "Carriage, sir?" said the driver. Mr. Elliott lifted his shoeless wife into the vehicle, and half way home she vowed that she would never for ! give him, but the other half she wept upon his vest. "I felt so helpless without my shoes," she declares, "that my spirit was fairly broken." But at all events she was never jealous of Clara again. Fireside ComDanion. An Old Skipper's Yarn. Dow nSouth street, the other day, ; they were talking about a schooner which had been struck by lightning, when the reporter singled out an old manner, and said: "Captain H , it seems to me I've read or heard of you brig being struck?" "Yes, she was," answered the old yarn-spinner. v "Where was it?" "Off Point Aux Barques, about fif. teen years aero. Very strange case, j that. Probably the only one of the Kind ever heard or. "Give us the particulars." " Well, we were jogging along down when a thunderstorm overtook us, and the very first flash of light ning struck the deck amidship and bored a hole as big as my leg right down through the bottom ofthe ves sel." "And she foundered, of course?" "No, sir. The water began rushing in, and she would have foundered, but there came a second flash, and a bolt struck my fore-to'-gallant-mast. It was cut off near the top, turned bottom end up, and as it came down it entered the hole and plugged it up as tight as a drum. When we got down to dry dock we simply sawed off either end and left the plug in the planks." A Terrible Superstition, A correspondent of Notes and Queries sends the following extract from a letter received the 13th of June from an English merchant at Pernambuco in Brazil: There has been quite a reign of terror here dur ing past fortnight, ow ing to the dis- apearance of about a dozen children, who have, it is said, been kidnaped, some say to be trained for the circus, others to be killed for the benefit of sufferers from leprosy, for which dis ease there is no cure,but an old super stition is that a cure may be obtained if the persons attacked eat the inter nal organs of a young, heal thy child, wash themselves with its blood, and make grease of its body for anoint ing their bodies. Whether there is any truth in tho presumed connec tion between this belief and the dis appearance of the children I cannot" tell: any way, report says there is the demand, and that the price paid for a, childis10. It seems really too horrible to be true; anyway, a panic exists, and hardly any children are now seen out, and the public schools have been almost deserted. Some people who were supposed to have bought some children had their car riage stopped in the street and were stoned. Our children now go out for their walks attended by two ser vants." St James's Gazette. A Eulogy on Silk, Silk is an agreeable and healthy article. Used in dress, it retains the electricity of our bodies; in the drap ery of our rooms and furniture-covers it reflects the sunbeams, giving them a quicker brilliancy, and it heightens colors with a charming light. It possesses an element of cheerfulness, of which the dull services ol wool are destitute. It also promotes clean liness, and will not readily imbibe dirt, and does not harbor vermin as kindly as wool does. Its continually growing use by man, accordingly, is beneficial in many ways. Grace and beauty, even, owe something to silk. You cannot stiffen it like woolen or linen without destroying all its gloss and value. The more silk ribbons, therefore the more silk kerchiefs and robes are used instead of linen and wool the more graceful becomes the outward aspect of mankind. A number of strange, grotespue fash ions originating in the use of linen would never have been invented during the more general employment oi silk. The fluttering of ribbon, the rustling and flowing skirts of silk, the silk kerchief loosely knotted round the neck, have materially con tributed to make oar customs more natnral and pleasing to the eye. Ex change. Strangers aiaC 3Iourners, The "touch of nature which makes the whole world kin" was exemplified this summer in a little Swiss village. An American gentleman travelling for his health, necompained by his sister, died sud.Rdy or' hemorrhage at the village ii::t. A (otapo-'ary in terment was ms:.;aiy, to permit communication with friends this side ofthe water. At the simple service in the lit tie cemeter y on the mounta in side the bereaved sister noticed with surprise four gentlemen, evidently not natives, standing a little way from her, with uncovered heads. She found afterward that of these self-imposed mourners, one was a Scotch-man from Glasgow, another an Englishman from Sheffield, and the others two German gentlemen. The latter were travelling in corn pa ny, but were strangers to the "ot hers, who in turn were unacquaint ed with each others Yet all of them had delayed their departure over one diligence to pay a tribute of respect to "the unknown man. dead in a strange land, and tbesolitary mourn- j er far from home. London Letter. HE SAYS FAREWELL Talmags Embarks for a Trip to th3 Holy . Land. He Addresso3 His Friends Through the Press fai a 6ermon of Unusual InterestTroub lous Storms on the Great Sea of Life. Rev. T. De Witt Talmajre, on his em barkation on the steamer City or Paris, for the Holy Land, addressed his millions of friends through the press, taking for his text Acts XX, 3s; "And they accompanied him unto tho ship," His sermon is printed below at full length: To the more than twenty-five million people in many coud tries- to whom my ser mons come week by week, in English tongue and by translation, through the kindness of the newspaper press, I address these words. I dictate them to a stenog rapher on the eve of my departure for the Holy Land, Palestine. When you read this serraoa I will be mid-Atlantic. I go to be gone a few weeks'on a religious jour ney. I go because 1 want for myself and hearers and readers to see Bethlehem, end Nazereth, and Jerusalem, and Calvary, and ail the other places connected with the Savior's life and death, and so reinforce myself for sermoms. I go also because I I am writing the "Life of Christ," and can be more accurate and graphic whan 1 have been an eye witness of the sacred places. Pray for my successful journeying and my o j?cfcum I wish on' the eve of departure to pro nounce a loving benediction upon all my friends in high places and low, upon con gregations to whom my sermons are read in absence of pastors, upon groups gathered out on prairies and in mining districts, upon all sick and invalid and aged ones who cannot attend churches, but to whom I have long administered through the printed page. My next sermon will be addressed to you from Rome, Italy, for I feei like. Paul when he said : "So, as much as in me is, I am ready to preach the gospel to you that are at Rome also." The fact is that Paul was ever moving about on land or sea. He was an old sailor not from occu pation, but from frequency of travel. I think he could have taken a vessel across the Mediterranean as well as some of the ship captains. The sailors never scoffed at him for being a "land lubber." If Paul's advice hal been taken, the crew would never have gone ashore at Melita. When the vessel went scudding under bare poles Paul was the only self possessed man on board, and, turning to the excited crew and despairing passenger.?, he ex claims, in a voice that sounds above the thunder of the tempest and the wrath of the sea : "Be of good cheer." The men who now go to sea with maps and charts and modern compass, warned by buoy and lighthouse, know nothing of the perils of ancient navigation. Horace said that the man who first ventured on the sea must have had a heart bound with oak and triple brass. People then ventured only from headland to headland and from island to island, and not long after spread their sail for a voyage across the sea. Before starting, tho weather was watched, and, the ship having been hauled up on the shore, tho mariners placed their shoulders against the stern of the ship and heaved it off, they at the last moment leaping into it. Vessels were then chiefly ships of burden tho tran sit of passengers being the exception; for the world was not then migratory as in our day, when the first desire of a man in one place seems to get into another place. Tho ship from which Jonah was thrown over board, and that in which Paul was carried prisoner, went out chiefly with the idea of taking a cargo. As now, so then, vessels were accustomed to carry a flag. In those times it was inscribed with tne name of a heathen diety. A vessel bound for Syracuse had on it the inscription "Castor and Pol lux." The ships were provided with anchors. Anehors were of two kinds ; those that were dropped into the sea, aad those that were throw up onto the rocks to hold the vessel fast. This last kind was what Paul alluded, to when he said : " w hich hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the vail." That was what the sailors call a "hook anchor.'' The rocks and sandbars, shoals aud headlands, not being mapped out, vessels carried a plumb line. They would drop it and find the water fifty fathoms, and drop it again and find it forty fathoms, and drop it again and find it thirty fathoms, thus discovering their near approach to the shore. In tho spring, sum mer and autumn the Mediterranean sea was white with the wings of ships, but at the first wintry blast they hied themselves to the nearest harbor, although now the world's commerce prospers in January as well as in June, and in mid-winter, all over the wide and stormy deep, there float palaces of light, trampling the billows under foot, and showering the sparks of terrible furnaces on the wild wind; and the Christian pas senger, tippeted and shawled, sits under the shelter of the smokestack, looking off upon the phosphorescent deep, on which is written, in scrolls of foam and fire: "Thy way, O God, is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters !" - It is in those days of early navigation that I see a group of men, women and children on the beach of the Mediterranean. Paul is about to leave the congregation to whom he had preached and they are come down to see him off. It is a solemn thing to part. There are so many traps that wait for a man's feet. The solid ground may break through, ' and the sea how many dark mysteries it hides in its bosom! A few counsels, a hasty good by, a last look, and the ropes rattle, and the sails are hoisted, and the planks are hauled in, and Paul is gone. I expect to sail over some of the same waters over which Paul sailed, but before going I want to urge you all to embark for heaven. The church is the drydock where souls are to be fitted out for heaven. In making a vessel for this voyage, the first need is sound timber. The floor timber ought to be of solid stuff. For the want of it, vessels that looked able to run their jibbooms into the eye of any tempest, when caught in a storm have been crushed like a wafer. The truths of Goi's Word are what I mean by floor timbers. Nothing but, oa's, hewn in the forest of divine truth, are stanch esough for this craft. You must have Love for a helm, to guide and turn tL raft. Neither Pride nor Am bition nor Avarice will do for a rudder. Love not only in the heart, but flashing in the eye and tingling in the hand Love married to Work, which many look upon a3 so homely a bride Love, not like brooks, which foam and rattle, yet do nothing, but Love like a river that runs up the steps of mill wheels, and works in the harness of factory bands Love that will not pass by on the other side, but visits the man who fell among thieves near Jericho, not merely saying, "Poor fellow! you are dreadfully hurt," but, like the good Samaritan, pours in oil and wine, and pays his board at tho tavern. There must also be a prow, ar ranged to cut and override the billow. That ii Christian perseverance. There are three mountain surges that sometimes dast against a soul in a minute the world, the flesh and Jthe devil; and that is a well built prow that can bound over them. For lack of this, many have been put back and never Etarted again.. It is the broadside wave that so often sweeps the deck and fills the hatches; but that which strikes in front s harmless. Meet troubles courageously and you surmount them. Stand on the prow, and as you wipe on the spray of the split surge, cry out with the apostle "None of these things move me." Let all your fears stay aft. The right must conquer. Know that Moses, in an ark of bulrushes, can run down a war steamer. Have a good strong anchor. "Which hope we have as an anchor." By this strong cable and windlass hold on to your anchor. "If any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father." Do not use the anchor wrong fully. Do not always stay in the same lati tude and longitude. You will never ride up the harbor of eternal rest il you all tne way drag your anchor. But you must have sails. Vessels are not fit for the sea until they have the fly in? jib, the foresail, the topgallant, tho sky sail, the gaffsail and other canvas. Faith is our canvas. Hoist it, and the winds of heaven will drive you ahead. Sails made out of any other canvas than faith will be slit to tatters by the first northeaster. Strong faith never last a battle. It will crush foes, blast rocks, quench lightnings, thresh mountains. It. is a shield to the warrior, a crank to the most ponderous wheel, a lever to pry up pyramids, a ra whose beat gives strength to the step 01 heavenly soldiery, and sails to wart snips laden with priceless 'pearls from uia harbor of earth to the harbor of e- But vou are not yet equipped. You must have wnat seamen call the running rigging. TWs Emprises the ship's braces halliards, cle v lines and such like. Without these ?he yards could not be braced, tho sails lifted nor the canvas in anywise managed. We have prayer for the running rigging. Unless you understand this tackling you are not a spiritual seaman. By pulling on these ropes, you hoist the sails of faith and turn them every whither. The prow of courage will not cut the wave, nor the sail of faith spread and flap iU wing, un less you have strong prayer lor a halliard. One more arrangement, and you will be ready for the sea. You must have a com pass which is the Bible. Look at it every day, and always sail by it, as its needle points toward the Star of Bethlehem. Through fog, and darkness, and storm, it works faithfully. Search the Scriptures. "Box the compass." Let mo give- you two or three rules for the voyage. Allow your appetites and pas sions an under deck passage. Do not allow them ever to come up on the promenade deck. Mortify your members which are up on the earth. Never allow your lower na ture anything but a steerage passage. Let watchfulness walk the decks as an armed sentinel, and shoot down with great prompt ness anything like a mutiny of riotous ap petites. Be sure to keep your colors up! You know the ships of England, Kussia, Franco and Spain by. the ensigns they carry. Sometimes it is a lion, sometimes an eagle. sometimes a star, sometimes a crown. Let it ever bo known who you are, and for what port you are bound. Let "christian" be written on the very front, with a figure of a cross, a crown and a dove ; and from the masthead let float the streamers of Immanuel. Then tho pirate vessels of temptation will pass you unharmed as they say: "There goes a Christian, bound for the port of heaven. We will not disturb her, for she has too many guns aboard." Run up your flag on this pulley : "I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God and the wisdom of God unto salvation." When driven back or laboring under great stress of weather now changing from starboard tack to lar board, and then from larboard to starboard look above the topgallants, and your heart shall beat like a war drum as the streamers float on the wind. . The sign of the cross will make you patient, and the t-rown will make vou glad. Before you gain port you will smell the land breezes of heaven, and Christ, the pi lot, will meet you a3 yon come into the Narrows of Death, and fasten to you, and say: "When thou passest through the wa ters I will be with thee; and throush the rivers, they shall not overflow thee." Are you ready for such a voyage ? Make up your minds. The gang planks are lifting. The bell rings. All aboard for Heaven! This world is not your rest. The chaffinch is the silliest bird in all the earth for trying to make its nest on tho rocking billow. Oh, how I wish that as I embark for the Holy Lund in the east, all to whom I preach by tongue or type would embark for heaven! What you all most need is God, and you need him now. Some of you I leave in trouble. Thing3 are going very rough with you. You have had a hard struggle with poverty, or sickness, or persecution, or be reavement. Light after light has gone out, and it is so dark ihat you can hardly see any blessing left. Mav that Jesus who comforted the widow of Nain and raised the deceased to life, with hi3 gentle hand of sympathy wipe away your tears ! All is welL hen David was floMnTf through tho wil derness, pursued by his own son, he was being prepared to become the sweet singer of Isael. The pit and the dungeon were the best schools at which Joseph graduated. The hurric.no. th:it upset the tent and killed Job's children prepared the man of Uzto write the magnificent poem that has astounded the ng;s. There is no way to purify the rold but to burn it. Looic at the people who have always had it their own way. They are pro id, discontented, use less find unhappy. If you want to find cheerful folks, go among those who have been purified by the fire. After Rossini had rendered "William Tell" th-a five hundredth time, a company of musicians came under his window in Paris and serenaded him. They put upon his brow a golden crown of laurel leaves. But amidst all the applause and enthusiasm, Rossini turned to a friend and said: "I would give all this brilliant sceno for a few days of youth and love." Contrast the melancholy feeling of Rossini, who had everything that this world could eive him, to the joyful ex perience of Isaac Watts, whose misfortunes were innumerable, when he says : The hill of Zion yields A thousand icred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields Or walk the golden streets. Then let onr eonps abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immannel's ground, To fairer worlds on high- It is prosperity that kills and trouble that saves. While the Israelites were on the march, amidst great privations and hard ships, they behaved welL After awhile they prayed for meat, and the sky darken ed with a large flock of quails, and these quails fell in great multitudes all about them; and the Israelites ate and ate, and stuffed themselves until they died. Oh! my friends, it is not hardship, or trial, or starvation that injures the soul, but abundant supply. It i3 not the vulture of trouble that eats up tho Christian's life; it is the quails ! it is the quails ! I cannot leave you until once more I con fess my faith in the Saviour whom I nave preached. He is my all in all. I owe more to the grace of God than most men. With this ardent temperament, if I bad gone overboard I would have gone to the very depths. You know I can do nothing by halves. O to grace how Ernt a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! I think all wiil be well. Do not be wor ried about me. I know that my Redeemer liveth, and if any fatality should befall me, I think I should go straight. I have been most unworthy, and would be sorry to think that any one of my friends had been as unworthy a Christian as myself. But God has helped a great many through, and I hope he will help me through. It is a long account of shortcomings, but if he is going to rub any of it out, I think he will rub it all out. And now give us (for I go not alone) your benediction. When you send letters to a distant land, you say via such a city, or via such a steamer. U hen you send your good wishes to us, sena them via the throne of uod. We shall not travel out of tho reach of your prayers. There is a scene where spirits dwell. Where friend holds intercourse with friend; Though 6undered far, by faith we meet Around one common mercy ssat. And now, may the blessing of God come down .upon your bodies and upon your souls, your fathers and mothers.your companions, your children,your brothers and sisters and your friends! May you be blessed in your business and in your pleasures, in your joys and in your sorrows, in tho house and by the way I And if, during our separation, an arrow from the unseen world should strike any of us,may it only hasten on the raptures that God has prepared for those who lovo him! I utter not the word farewell; it is too. sad, too formal a word for me to speak or write. But, considering that I have your hand tightly clasped in both of mine.l utter a kind, an affectionate and a cheerful good- byl FOR THE FARMER. Pome PletH p Po!nt?r. ploughing for spring crops is now In order and cen bo done better awl with less hurry than next spring. This is the time to ditch, drain, re pair build injrs, and make improve ments generally. . The next meeting of the National Grange will be at Ran Francisco, 1 Cal beginning November 13. If wheat is to follow corn tho latter shonld be now cut at, once aud re moved from the field. T All root crops liable to injury from the frost should be gathered without delay. Mr. E. K Stevens, oF Dickey Coun ty, Dakota, in a letter to tho liural New Yorker says, "I planted our. field potatoes somewhat after the Ilural New Yorker's trench system: result, I have potatoes to sell to my neighbors who planted thpirs in the old way and hilled them up. A little dry earfi is necessary for fowls iii Winter to roll themselves in and there is nothing better than drv road dust gathered in barrels and kepc in convenient place for use when needed. It has also eome manurial value, as it is on much travelled roads always mixed with the drop pings of horses driven thereon. "I made a test plot by planting every other hill of potatoes, with a teaspoonful of sulpher sifted in planting time," says a Forrestville, N. Y., farmer to the Ilural New Yorker. ''The potatoes in the sul pher hills came out perfectly clean, while those in the other hills were badly scabbed." As soon as frost comes either re move the cows from pasture or give them additional feed to make up for its lack of nourishment. Frost is not like the drying up after cutting, which turns grass into hay. Frost disintegrate? the particles of matter, and when rains come the value ofthe grass for nutrition is soon washed out, and tho grass alter that is near ly worthless as food. If a farmer's time is valuahle he ?annot spare much of it to gather leaves merely for their manurial val ue. If bedding is scarce it may be worth while to gather them as an absorbent in stables, but to merely rot down into leaf mold, leaves are worth more where they lie in the for est than anywhere else. There they serve as a mulch and protection to tho soil they cover. Any lot of slop, by tho combina tion of various grains and meals, can be improved for the pig by a liberal addition of whole milk. Any farnier who or skim annually raises a lot of pigs will find it to his advantage to keep a sufficient num ber of cows to have a good supply for the pigs after tho wants of the ' family are met. If you wish a superior kind of corn husks for mattresses, writes a farm er, do hot loosen the husks from the ear, but press it close to the base and break it off. Tho rough, coarse busks will bo left on the 6talk and all the finer sort on the ear. Throw the ears in a pile and when enough are broken off husk them, sort out the 'silks,' and you will have a very superior article. In our experience the late crop ot white turnips generally does better among potatoes than amoag corn. So soon as potato tops die the tur nips have all the soil from which to draw, and they aro rather benefited by the stirring of tho soil required in digging potatoes by hand. If a horse potato digger is used, no tur nips can be grown, as the digger nec essarily upturns the entire soil, in cluding turnips or whatever else may be growing on it. A fowl fancier pertinently declares that, no matter who runs the poul try branch of the farm business whether the boss, the good wife, or the boys it is well to remember that this is the proper time of the year to get rid of the old inferior fowls, and the surplus cocks and cockerels. It is a dead loss to feed either of these classes through the Winter. Better eat them or sell them for what they will bring before they '"eat their heads off." In passing any piece of sowed corn late in the growing season, it is easy to see what will and what will not make good feed. That which has been thickly sown, Especially on poor scil, is a light yellow color, tasteless, and nearly void of nutritive value. That sown in drills and cultivated once or twbe, is large thick-stemmed and dark green in color. Taste it and you will find the sweetness that with" a little more room and timo would be transformed iuto the starch oltne perieeteu grain. Some of our women poultry-keep ers are quite expert in inducing their hens to lay during the winter, writes a farmer. "I have tried several different kinds of food for my own hens, and find that they lay as well on a diet of mixed corn and oats and what they pick up about the yard as on anytiiing When allow ed the run of the place they wilh ea t only enough to keep them in good trim, even when the food lies before them in heaps. When yarded, how ever, I find it necessary to feed them only a limited quantity or they quickly become too fat and lazy to lay. A Jfeivj French Editor, -Wespokeof Etiennoand of the first einpiro. At that strange period ia thilifo of tho Pebata thera U linked a characteristic feature whose de tails aro not here out of place. ffiu in 1813. the period when the nei res of Napoleon wero most ir rjiti,ble. Tormented by frequent visits of the ambassador of Austria toIarie Louise, thn hostile inspira tion of which he suspected, tho maa ter, who did not consider it beneath his dignity to take the pen some times, white with anger a violent, article against his father-in-law, and sent it to Etienne by an aid-de-cmp, with an order to publish it the next day as a leader in the Journal ! 1' Empire. The next day Napoleon opened the pfr,or. with a trembling hand. Tho article wasn't then. AVhito with rage he called an orderly and shouted in a voice of thunder, "(Jonnd say toM. Etienne that iftlm article docs not appear to-morrow morning I will have him sabred like a pandour." Then iio awaited uiC impatience the next twenty-four hours' grace. The next day, like tho day Iwfore, no article. Napoleon could contain himself no longer. His anger bur.- t forth in formidable accents, and to shouted to his ollieer,'4 l?ring Eti-ii. ne here, dead or alive!" With Hash ing eyes he paced up and down the room. Etienne arrived with a pale face and stood erect in silence. As if he had not sevn him, poleon continued to pace up down, while the spectators ot s?enc wondered in horror what going to happen. Suddenly th ? peror darted straight over to manlike a bullet, seized him Na an.l tii? was th.t bv tho arm, and shook him with foiw. "I thank yoit, sir," said ho hoars., ly. and quitted tho apartment, leaving Etienne stupefied. Superb mid Vacuous Orientalism. I have seen certain dancing airW who balanced themselves wit! the regularity of a palm tree. " Their eyes, of a profound depth, express calm only nothing but tlw calm, tho emptiness ot tho desert. It is the same with tho men. What ad mini ble heads! heads which seem to l turning over with tho grandest thing in the world. But tap on them! and there will bo onby tho empty beer glass, and deserted sepukher. Whence, then, the majesty of tln'ir external form? of what does it real ly hold? Of the absence, I should r- ply, of all passion. They havet!u beauty of the ruminating ox, of tl'. gray hound in its race, the floating eagle that sentiment of fatality wnicn is iuiniou in tnese. a convic tion of the nothingness of man gives to all they do, their looks, their at titudes, a resigned but grandiose character. Their loose and easy raiment, lending itself freely to every movement of the body, is always in closest accord with tho wearer and hV functions; with the sky, too. by iU color: and then the sun! There i ! nn immense ennui mere in xno sun, winch consumes every tiling. Lor. M. Gustave Flaubert. Her I'retlj Teeth. Vino street cable car, th. In a other day, wore an o'.d gentleman with an ear-trumpet and a very pret ty young woman, accompanied by ix little boy. She smiled at intervals jn the boy and showed her "pretty teeth in a bewitching way. All at once the old man, in tho way peculiar to so many deaf plo who do not .?now how to modu ate their voie, said, intones so loud as to beaudibh all over the car; "I only paid for my upper teeth, What 'did jours cost?" To say that the pretty wom an was mad is putting it mildly, le flounced around with a flush of anger blazing in her cheeks, and sig naled the conductor to let her out nt the next crossing. Cincinnati Times-Star. ' A Tom Ochiltree Story. A man in Texas was accused of stealing a horse. It is scarcely nec essary to say that immediately thero was a lynching bee. At tho conclu sion of the entertainment the partic ipants found that they had hanged the wrong man, and the high mind ed citizens who had managed the affair were filled with remorse. They determined that tho dead man's memory wras entitled to vindication and therefore a committee was ap pointed to wait upon the widow. They found her weeping. Tho chair man, with an awkward wave of his slouch hat, said, in a somewhat Embarrassed manner: "Mann, we hanged your husband, but he was the wrong man. Marm, the joke is on us." Philadelphia Times. Storm Formations, Conclusions arrived at in relation to storm formations show that theories thus far advanced are ex , tremely unsubstantial, and that above all things positive informa tion of the processes going on in th upper strata is necessary; that th dependence of the generation of ! storms on temperature distribution ; in a vertical direction appears open to doubt, ana mat, reasoning irom. tho behavior of thunder storms, it seems possible that "some electrical action not thoroughly understood supplies the force which keeps up their energy. New York Telegram. The Blind Tisrer. The latest development of the drop-a-nickel-in the-slot principle is puz zling the United States courts in Alabama. For several months past, in a thicket at the foot of Sand Mountain, a large box has stood, bearing the inscription, "Drop a coin in the slot and draw out whisky at the rate of $2 a gallon." This automatic bar is known as "h blind tiger." The man who arranged for running this bar-room has escaped ronviction, as itisimposibleto prove his ownership. It