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How llil sho loavo tu? Ah, wo cannot toll.
When illil Bho dlor Wo never know nor dy
ing Till round our path tho painted lontlots roll.
Ami whero tlioitow should bo white frost
woro lylnir.
Ho slowly drooped tho wild llowors to tholr
ilouth,
Thov seemed lint In onohuntod sloop
foldou.
Wo only know a cooler, calmer brent h
Stole i h rough tho broeo wttrm, o or upland
golden.
Wo knew tho Mronm within tho brooklot'
IhiiiuiI , , ,
drew deep with promise of tho tide lion
after,
Till where tho willow kissed It.Hllvery sound;
I.lko lar-olf bull, cunio rippling, full or
laui;htor.
Wo know tho Hinging bird hud southward
llown,
Wo missed tholr lover' way and titiiofnt
story;
Wo know tho Him' bnmil beams, los nngry
Camo' slanting o'or tho hill In tomporod
glory. ,
Yet, woro our sense choatod with hi glnro
Though day by day Htllt Mliortor grow IiIh
roaming -
And nil tho rosento tint In upper air
Mnro nulckly molted In tho tender gloam-
Ihk.
Wo know Unit In tho Bllent, nolemn night
Tho blue depth deepened with a glow
permit,
And all tho trembling star scorned frou
alight
With Maine from Heaven' altar tire eter
nal. Till troin IHy'fl portal far to south nnd
north
Her coming heralded by iiilvnrltig Hushes
Aurora trailed her gnrgiwi garment forth.
And crimsoned all tho heavens with tier
lllUShCK.
All those wo know, and yet knew not thnt
tllOSO
Told how tho tlmo, tho happy time, wim Hy
ing; And that tho bubbling Ht remit and whispering
tree .
Siunr sadly sweet tho beanteon bummer
dying.
And so Hho faded llko a lovely drmm,
Whoso lovollneH wo dream not, till wo
waken
To llml It beauty but a pacing beam
Some angel' wing aero our path ha
tdmkeu.
foxt Comjxtiti.
THE ItlUNON' OF IT.
Tho grout dinner wius ovor, and
around tho bright llro in Grandma's
liurlor woro gathered hor ohildron und
grandchildren, discussing it happily.
It lind boon u groat diunor. Tlicro
wn.s no question as to that. (Srandina
was ono of those cotnfortablo bodies
who koop up tho good old customs in
tlio modorn timos. To lior a Thanks
giving without, at loast, a wook's prep
aration would havo boon a ridiculous
all'air, and it was tho gonoral vordiot
tliat this yoar sho had surpassed her
self. Such turkoys, suoh ducks grand
ma had novor roastod! Such pumpkins,
such minces, stuth puddings, suolt mar
vels in jollies and tarts and patties sho
had, surely, novor made belorol
" 1 declare, I do not think I will want
to cat again for a wook. said Jem.
Such a speech froniiJommy Jemmy,
with his far-famed stomach and unques
tioned stowing powers was received
with peals ot laughter from old and
young.
"I don't know," chimed in Susio.
"1 think I'll bo ready protty soon again.
Uy to-morrow morning, any way."
"You don't look as though you
would," spoko mischievous Potor.
'You look as if you had turkoy clear
up in your oyos and years."
Truly, sho did, and tho words causod
fresh poals of laughter, so merry, so
contagious it seemed as though it would
novor end.
It seemed so certainly to tho funny
looking old man who stood without on
tho doorstop, rapping to got in.
"Kyosand ears!" no muttered. "1
will put something in tholr oyos and
ears if ovor I do got in." And hero ho
gave a thuudoring rap! rap! which in
stantly silenced tho noisy laughers and
sent Grandma, followed bv tho whole
troop of children, Hying to tho door.
As sho opened it and behold the
funny-looking old man thoro was, ap
parently, novor a more astonished old
lady in tho world.
' Why, as sure
Father. Father
as I am
alive, It is
lnanusgiving,
my
dears."
So sho exclaimed, turning to tho
eager llttlo folks, who wore tumbling
heads and heels about her, in their
anxiety to soo.
Tho funny-looking old man knocked
tho snow from his boots and ontorod;
bowing and smiling in all directions
and lollowing alter tho astonished chil
dren, who rotreatod backward into tho
parlor, with their big oyos still on him.
Ilo waseorjainly a tunny-looking mini.
A very old man, you would have said,
judging from his suow-whito hair and
whiskers and his feoblo, tottering
stops; but his face was Irosh and fair
and wrinkloloss, and his oyos bright as
a ton-yoar boy's, lie wore a laded suit
of regimentals, in stylo two conturios
old; a cockod hat; and carried a stick
almost as long as those with which thov
used to tap tho sleepy folks in church
in tho far old times.
A funnier-looking old mail tho nine
teenth coutury has novor seen. In ho
wont, followed by Grandma, still, ap
parently, tho most astonished old lady
m tho world.
"As sure as I am alive, it is Fathor.
Father Thanksgiving, my dears."
So again sho spoko, turning to tho
grown' folks, who, too, openly nma.od,
stood staring at thorn both. And again
tho funny man bowed and smilod, in
his inexpressibly funny way.
Thoro was a dead silence as tho
mysterious Father Thanksgiving fluid
aside his hat and stick and sat down
by tho glowlnj
gnitoj
a silence during
which his bright oyos blinked around
upon tho awo-struck ohildron, w well
as upon tho odd grown folks, who,
now, lor Homo strange reason, had
ranged themselves along tho wall and
woro sitting with tholr handkerchiefs to
tholr lips.
" I am very glaJ to soo you. You
aro looking very well, Father; very
frosh and young," spoko Grandma,
presently.
"I am a very old man," ho answorod,
in a grul), yet not unpleasant tone.
"That is, Ma'am, counting by years,
Hut, you soo, I only live one day in
oaoli, and this odd world of yours
docs not got much chance to wrinkle
mo. I am very glad to soo you, Ma'am.
You aro ono of tho fow who koop tho
good custom as they should bo kept;
but-"
Tho old man paused. Something
very liko a scowl dawned on his hand
some face.
" I do not wish to complain. Ma'am."
ho added, after a minute; "but I was a
bit disappointed as I stood out on tho
stop. 1 hoard talking very protty
talking; but it was all of turk'oys. and
ducks, and pumpkin-pics. All perfect
ly proper, of course; but I did hope to
hoar a word of tho great institution of
which I am tho genius; of its origin, its
history, Us establishment in tho land.
Hut I soo, Ma'am, you aro liko tho rest
of the world. You regard the day only
ns n, stiilling-day. in fact, umiim-"
and the old man gave a jump that sent
tho children Hying baek toward I ho
funnv grown folks" In fact, I believe
those little creatures think Thnuksgiv
inir moans turkoy and pumpkin-pie."
Tho old man was really very much
oxoited. lie stamped on Grandma's
pretty carpet and oyod hor threaten
ingly. Grandma's face assumed a very meek
expression. Sho crossed her hands
humbly ovor her knee.
" I am afraid yon aro right, Father,"
sho replied. "1 am afraid many of tho
grown (oiks havo como almost to think
ing Thanksgiving a turkey. So what
can wo expect of the little ones? Hut
I am very sorry; and, if you will call
again next yoar, Fathor, 1 promise, in
tho meantime "
"Noxt yoar!" interrupted tho old
man, crisply. "1 will wait till noxt
year, I think. Cotno hero!" ho added,
catching at tho nearest skirt, which
chancod to bo little Sue's "Como
hero, and toll mo what Thanksgiving is,
my dear."
Susio was not at all afraid. In fact
none of tho children wore. They woro
too much amazed, too curious to fool
any other emotion; and, involuntarily,
with Susie, thoy all drew close to him.
" 1 novor thought it was a turkey,"
sho said, looking triumphantly up into
the oltl man's oyos. "It's a time tho
time when "
" Good!" interrupted Fathor Thanks
giving, delightedly. "Tho time when
what, my dear?"
"Tho time when turkoys got ripe,"
continued Susie, solemnly; "tho time
to pick 'em, and roast 'em, and oat 'cm;
tho time when Aunt Joosuvs pumpkins
just ache to go into pios; a lime just
made for oatin'; when you can eat, and
oat, and oat -"
Hut Susio did not linish. Tho old
man was scowling again, and the funny
grown folks seoiiiou suddeulv to find
this an appropriate timo to take tholr
handkerchiefs from their lips and scream
uproariously.
"You see! You soo!" criod tho old
man, impatiently, to Grandma. Then
ho lixed his oyoson famous .Join. "You
bov thoro," ho said, "you look liko tho
oldest. What havo you to say about it?
Is sho right, sir. do you thiuk'r"'
"Yes." ropliod .loin, witli an empha
sis that brought frosh bursts of laugh
tor from tho funny folks by tho wall.
"Then pray, boy, why is this called
Thanksgiving Day?"
"Why, because wo give thanks,"
continued Jem, regarding tho old man
oven more aniazedly than before; "be
cause wo give thank's for all the turkoys,
and pumpkins and good things that
wo havo. Tho big folks go to church
and havo prayers and a-proachln'; but
I can't see why at all. 1 think Thanks
givin' means givin' thanks; and givin'
thanks, oatin' on Thauksgivin' Day.
Fat in1 lots and lots! So that is how I
do."
Grandma looked a bit shocked at
Jotnniy's logic. Sho would havo gladly
put in a word of protest; but tho old
man gave no chance.
" It is sometimes hotter to give thanks
by acts than by words, boy," ho an
sworod, right good huinorodly, "as I
hope you will lully understand some
timo. Hut come, now, do you know
anything about this great Thanksgiving
Day, outside of giving thanks? Aught
of its origin, its history? Did you ovor
hour, for instance, that ono of tho first
Thanksgivings of which we havo any
record m old Now England was in
tandod for a fust day, and was only
changed to a Thanksgiving day tho
night before r"
" No," replied Jommy, quito aghast,
for his thoughts wore on'the Jinul words.
And "No!" echoed till tho bluo oyos,
und brown oyos, and black oyos, down
to little Sue's'.
"Very well, thou listen, all of you,
and soo that you do not forgot. To bo
gin with, l think you aro nil unit curious
about mo. Well, as I told your Grand
ma, 1 am tho gonitis of tho day. You
little creatines have hoard of gonii and
fairies, of courso, and, us 1 told your
Grandma, 1 only livo for this ono day
of tho yoar. Tho laot is, I am rather a
mysterious old follow nnd I don't know
very much about mysolf; bosidos, as
you soo, I am a vory modest old follow,
so you will excuse mo for passing on.
Thanksgiving was not always, as now,
ti regular institution, popping up once
a yoar, but at inters als, according to
events. Not always in this land, but
oecasionallv in other countries. For
example, twioo in England, between tho
years 1811 and 181G, on account of tho
vietorios gained ovor French Nnpolcon
and on tho linul restoration of peace.
Again, in India, in 1851, for tho success
of tho British troops. Then there is tho
fifth of November, dating baotc to 1005,
which is marked in the English Church
Hcrvloo as Thanksgiving Day, in com
memoration of the discovery of tho
Gunpowder Plot. You have hoard of
Guy Fawkos you boys, at least and
how thoy put tho powder miliar tho
Parliament House and woro going to
blow it up.
" Hut it was in this groat land, my
dears, that was born tho permanent
Thanksgiving Day, and tills is its his
tory. Long j oars ago, somo very
worthv people lived in Old Englnmf,
toward whom other folks, who had
power, acted very badly. And so these
occiimo so discouraged, so trod of per
secution, that thoy left their homos, and
at last thoy resolved to go and livo in
this grout 'Now World, of which thoy
had heard so much. So tho puckod
their goods, and with their families
sailed across the big ocean to America.
You can form no idea, in your happy
days, of what tlioso poor people suf
fered. It was a good land thoy had
loft, and this wits then mostly a wildor
n ess; and, between cold and hunger
and other hardship?, life to theso emi
grants was very, very dreary. Hut thoy
woro n strongly roligious people. Thoy
trusted in the Grout God; und ut a very
early period of their history in America
thoy began to ascribe calamity to His
frown and prosperity to His smile.
From this they camo to celebrating
regular Fast Days, and Thanksgiving
Days, the latter usually in autumn and
tho former toward the spring.
"Tho earliest Thanksgiving Day on
record in what was culled the Massa
chusetts Colony chanced, as I havo told
you, on an appointed fasting day, the
'J2d of February, 1G:S' and in this way.
Tho people hail been in great distress
all winter. Provisions woro scarce,
und thoy wore obliged to livo mostly on
clams, muscles, acorns and ground
nuts and these obtained with much
dillieulty in tho winter time. A ship
had booh sent to the Old World for
supplies; but it had not returned and
it was greatly feared that it was lost.
As the fasting day drew near, tho peo
ple woro all discouraged. It was ru
mored that tho lust butch of broad was
baking in tho Governor's oven, and that
was a sorry prospect for them. Hut
tho good God did not desort his people.
On tho very night before tho fast day
from tlioso who woio watchinjr hope
lessly for the ship woro heard loud cries I
ot joy. J hey luul descried it, and pres
ently in it came laden with the supplies;
on which account tho appointed fust day
was chunked to u Thanksgiving day,
ami you may believe thoy hud a joyful
time'.
" It is true that tho keoping of
Thanksgiving duvs was not limited to
old Now England. They were obsorv
ed also among the Dutch settlers in
AniKricft. in times of grout public re
joicings, nnd by others, but only ut
times; not, as hero, rogiilurly every
your. It wus long ore the other States
began to keep an annual lhunksgivmj
Day as late as tho vear 1817 in Now
York; but finally tho custom grow
vory popular. Tho Governors began
to issue early proclamations, und now
Thanksgiving has become us much n
part of tho year us Fourth of July or
Christmas, without which folks would
fool quite homesick. Is it not so, mv
deuvs?'"
Fathor Thanksgiving paused, and
blinked comfortably mound. There
was a moment's silence, and then little
busio's voice broke in.
"Do you supposo thoro was any
turkeys and pumpkins-pies on that
ship?" she nskod.
" 1 hope thoy were. I hope thoy
woro, little creature, ' answered tno
old man, chuckling; "but 1 could not
Buy. 1 wish you could toll mo," he I
uddod, turning to the grown folks,
"just how turkoy and pumpkins got i
so' twisted up with Thanksgiving. Hut
you've no record; moro's tho pity."
Jemmy stood regarding the old man
curiously.
"1 boliovo nil you say, Mr. Fathor
Thauksgivin'," ho spoko, suddenly;
"but, soinohow, I don't quito believe
in you (I novor did much in genuses
und fairies), and I tiling It's very funny
that Grandma, should know you and
never speak of yo.i. 1 think"
Hut Jo in my paused. Suddenly Aunt
Joe had whisked out from among tho
grown folks and just here seized tho
old man vory unceremoniously by his
hair nnd whiskors, which, to tho utter
uinazenu'nt of tho children, she lifted
nnd held triumphntitly above his head.
And then? Well, such shouts from
tho unsuspecting littlo folks! Such
shouts lrom tho funny grown folks,
who had early discovered tlio protty
plot, and who dared only now havo out
their mirth completely. Such shouts
oven from grandma and tho jolly gen
tleman, sitting now in his own black
hair and whiskors! Such shouts truly
woro novor hoard in that house before!
For the jolly gentleman was Unclo Hal
mischief-loving Unclo Hal who,
with Grandma, had arranged this little
play.
"1 really wanted tho children to
kuowsomothing about Thanksgiving,"
Biiid Grandma, when tho tumult had
coasod a littlo, "and I thought this
would bo a pleasant way."
"Hut I did not oxpoct to bo shorn of
my glory so suddenly, Ma'am," spoko
Father Thanksgiving, turning to funny
Aunt Joo. "I will thank you, young
lady, for my hair."
Hut frosh shouts of laughtor drowned
his words. Aunt Joo hud drawn tho
white head-rig ovor hor goldon curls,
nnd stood now bowing on every side.
"Tho great genius of the day!" sho
cried, guyly. " Father Thanksgiving,
my dears!" Hose Uruham, in N. Y. Jn-dependent.
youths' Department.
COURAGEOUS JOHNNY.
"Cotno one, como all, theso rock shall tly
From their llrm bnso a soon as I."
Hoiired Johnny, In a voice so loud
Itprovcd him hero of the crowd;
Ho wa a Captain with a word
Made from a whlttlod bit of board.
Thoc marched upon tho village green;
And though no foe Jut there wa seen,
Ttiey trod a proudly as If war.
With all It glories, wa not far,
And, a If spurring them to strife,
Ono big boy whistled ror a life.
Thoy had a tin pan for a drum
Th.it made tho very echoes hum;
Their paperclip bad tufted peak,
Tired uoro their log und hot tholr checks;
They moved In ratn-r zigzag lino;
Yet wils It martial, bold and lino.
Jnirt then, old Ilrlndlo chanced to pass,
Nliilillng tho waysldo weed Mind grass,
Kecking tho daintiest bit to eat
l. lover or thistles prickly sweet
Anil anxious for a paich of shade,
Hho camo upon thl grand purado.
Sho lifted up her meek-eyed fuco:
(Iravo was her look nnd slow hor paco;
Ho long ho sin red, 'twas evident
Sho wondered greatly what It meant;
And If her horns woro soon to shako.
Clearly 'twaa only bv mistake.
But .lohnny spied her, Hearing thus,
Looking so huge and daneroiia;
.lust a ho llulshed the third tlmo
Shouting hi llerco delimit rhyme,
Down drooped both voice and sword, and ho
Over the fence went Instantly.
Kaxy and pleasant 'tl to .pioto
Tho valorous words another wrote;
Hut he who rank and lllo would lead
Should prove his courngo by his deed.
Small virtue has the eloquence.
Of him who's tlrt to climb tho fence.
i'liulli's Cominnlon.
A HKAVK H0V.
His name was Frank Thompson; ho
was fifteen years old, and ho lived in a
largo city in the Slate of Ohio, whero
ho was ii pupil in ono of tho public
schools. Ho was a s'onder hid with
quiet gray eyes, gentle ways, and with
nothing of the "brag" about him.
Some of tho boys called him a coward
bocauso ho novor would light; nnd
whenever a rough fellow would shako
his lists in Frank's fuco with "You
don't dare to fight," Frank would qtiiot
ly say: " I dare not to light;" which was
a much braver thing to do.
Hut thoro camo a day after which no
ono doubtod Frank's bravery. It was
itmid-wiutor, and the fires in the school
building woro fed with bushels of coal
in order thnt tho rooms might bo kept
warm for tho hundreds of boys and
girls in tho school-rooms in that vory
cold winter weather.
Suddenly the teacher in tho division
whore Frank Thompson studied dis
covered from a cloud of smoke that
burst into tho room that the school-
buuding was on lire, and thoro were
five hundred children in it; and in loss
than one moment half the children in
hor room knew, as did sho, of tho dan
ger, and woro preparing to rush out of
doors. Tho teacher, Miss Oluoy, said
not a word, but springing to the door,
sho lifted hor hand and with a com
munding gesture motioned tho pupils
back into their seats, and they dared not
disobey. Sho then hurried from tho
room to warn tho other touchers of tho
(lunger nnd to give the alarm of lire.
Quick as a Hush, a slondor boy with
Hashing oyes had taken tho teacher's
place ut tho door, for every pupil in
the room had risen to his feet to escape
as quickly as possible. The boy ut tho
door was Frank Thompson.
" Staiul back!" ho cried; "not ono of
you can pass through this door! Diso
bey orders, and you will be crushed on
the stairs!"
And do you think a boy moved? Not
ono. Tho pale-faced, llashing-eycd lad
at tho door with uplifted hand was equal
to an army with banners. Every ono
felt that tho boy who dared not to
light, dared to hold his post, and guard
it, too. And so ho stood until tho
teacher roturuod, when ho stepped into
a passago-way, and fairly How to one of
tho lower rooms, whore 'lie know thoro
was a tiny littlo fellow, weuk und lame,
who might bo overlooked nnd lost in
tho danger. Hunting him out of the
crowd of littlo ones, "Frank lifted him j
in his arms nnd never lost hold of his :
burden until he hud put him snfoly
down nthis mother's door, two or three
squares away. Then ho returned to
tho school-building from which the
children had all safely escaped by leav-
ing it in quiet order, and the lire - on -
ginos woro rapidly putting out tho lire,
xou may 00 sure uieie were no uoys
to call Frank Thompson n coward after
that. The story of his bravery, his
quick, determined action, got into the
newspapers, and several gentlemen had
a gold medal made, and onitworo these
words:
To Frank Thompson,
From the Citizen of (' ,
In Honor of a Ilnivo Deed.
Dec. SI, 1"J.
This was tho dato of tho tiro. And
tho modal was hung about Frank's neck
in tho presouco of all his school-follows,
while ono of tlio gontlomen made a lit
tlo spoeeh, in which ho told tho pupils
that it was always a bravo lad who
darod to do right, and always a coward
who dared to do wrong.
And now that tho story is told, lot us
give throe cheors for bravo Frank
Thompson and all tho othor boys liko
him. Wide Awake".
A Pig Caught In a Sly Trick.
My story is about a potato Hold in
"Old Virginia." It hud nround it "a
stake and rider fence." Tho potatoes
grow and grow, in sunshine, dow and
rain. Thoy woro now as big as hens'
eKKs.
The owner of tho Hold saw that thoro
was something wrong with his potato
patch. Tlio vines were torn up, and
tho potatoes woro gone. Hut who was
tho thief? Hv watching, may bo, tho
robbor might bo found out.
Tho fanner hid himself among somo
bushes. Hut ho saw nothing, except
on- of his own littlo pigs. Piggy was
coming slowly, slowlv along the )ig
road. He was rooting all tho way. and
grunting at every ste. Did the pig
know wliero ho was going?
Ono corner of tho rail lonco rested on
a largo hollow log. That log was just
liko the elbow of a stovo-pipo. Ono of
its ends was outsido and ono was insido
of tho potato Held.
The sly nig went straight to that log!
With a griint, ho crawled in at one end
of it, and, with auothor grunt, ho
crawled out at tho other end. into tho
Held. Thoro ho began, at onoo, to root
up tho nice potatoes, and to oat them.
Tho farmer jumped over tho fence.
In a trico tho bars were put down.
Thoro was a loud call: " Here. Hover,
Rover, seek him! sook him, sir!" And
tho dog chased the thieving rascal
squealing from the Hold.
Tho farmer said to himself: "I'll Hx
things all right." Then ho turned tho
log so that tlio olbow wus in tho Hold,
und both of its ends wcro on the outside.
Tlion tho farmer hid and watched
again. Mr. Pig camo along a second
tune. Ilo thought everything was
right. Ho crawled into tho log ouco
more. Ilo crawled through it. Hut ho
was still on the outside of tho fence!
Tho pig grunted. Ho lifted up his
lioad. Ilo looked all around in groat?1
surprise. Ho wondered what was
wrong. Then ho grunted louder, and
tried onco more. Again ho failed. And
ho failed as often as ho grunted and
tried.
Tho inorry farmer laughed loudly at
the wicked and astonished pig.
Thieves are sometimes caught in thoir
blyo-st tricks-! Our Little Ones.
. -
How to Introduce People.
"I do dislike to introduce people to
each other," said Evu to mo ono day
last wook.
" Why, pray?" I nskod. "It seems
to mo uvory simple thing."
"Woll, when I havo it to do I stam
mer and blush, and foel so awkward, 1
never know who should bo mentioned
first, and 1 wish myself out of tho
room."
" 1 think I can muko it plain to 3011,"
I said. "You invito MaW Tompkins
to spend an afternoon with you. Sho
has never been at your homo before,
and your mother has novor mot her.
When you enter the sitting-room, all
you have to do is to say: ' Mother,
this is my friond Mabol; Mabel, my
mother.' If you wish to be more elab
orate, you may sny to your mint Lucy:
Aunt Luov, permit me to present
Miss Mabel Tompkins; Miss Tompkins,
Mrs. Tonipleton. Hut while you intro
duco Mabel to your fnthor, or tho min
ister, or uii elderly gentleman, naming
tlio most distinguished personage first,
you present your brother, his chum,
and your cousfu Fred to the young lady,
naming her first. Fix it in your mind
that among persons if equal statjuin
tho younger arc introduced to the
older, and that inferiors in ag04 posi
tion or influence are presented to supe
riors. Ho very cordial when, in your
own house, you aro introduced to a
guest, and oiler your hand. 11 away
lrom homo, a bow is commonly sulli
cient recognition of an introduction.
Please, in performing un introduction,
speak both names with perfect distinct
ness." Harper's Young People.
Old, hut (Jood.
Men should bo careful not to uso use
less expletives if thoy would successful
ly robuko profane swearers. Old Par
son S., of Connecticut, had a man plow
ing in his Hold, and wont out to sec
how tho work was getting on. Tho
ground was vory stoivy, nnd every
timo tho plow struck n stone the plow
man took occasion to swear a littlo.
"Look here," criod Parson S., "you
must not swear that wav in my Hold."
"Woll, 1 reckon you'd swear, too,"
said tlio man, " if you had to plow such
a stwiy Hold as this."
" Not a bit of it." said Mr. S. " Just
lot mo show you!"
So tlio parson topk hold of tho plow,
but ho very soon had considerable
trouble with the stones. As stone utter
, stone caught the plowshare, Mr. S.
ejaculated,
Woll, I novor saw tho liko!"
And this ho repeated every timo a
! stono stopped his onward way. As
soon as ho had plowed around once, he
, topped and said to tho man.
.. 'I'l ...! V - I
i'here, now! You soo 1 can plow
without swearing."
"Hut I guess it's protty near us bud to
lie," answored the mail, "und you told
u dozen o' lies. Every timo tlio plow
struck a stone, you said ' I never saw
tho liko,' when tho sumo thing happen
ed a minute before!"
The parson's o.inculations wore us un
necessary as tho workman's were pro
fane, but thoy did not show an ir
roverent spirit.
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In tho salo of unclaimed packages
by tho Southern Express Company, ut
New Orloans, Colonel J. L. Cross pur
chased a small box for ten cents, in
which, upon being opened, wns found
a Heavy gold modal, attached to a gold
pin, on which was engraved tho name
of Dr. J, C. I.egare. On tho fuco of tho
modnl, which is embossed with n laurel
wreath, aro inscribed tho words :
"Howard Medical Corps," and on tho
back: "Awarded for sorvicos rendered
during tho yollow-fevor opidomio of
Memphis, 1878." Tho medal was ac
companied by a fluttering certificate
from tho Howard Association to Dr.
Logaro. who ivjw lives at Donaldson,
nnd was informed of tho discovery of
tho modal by telegraph.
A protty and usoful custom in somo
of tho public schools is to havo a oluss
exorcise their skill at composition on
lettors to ono of thoir sick und absent
classmates.
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