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AUBURN, 1 NEBRASKA.
REPOSK.
Tho Biiinmcr moon Is creeping through tho
Tho ovonliig wind disconsolately sljrhs:
'lushed nro tho busy sounds of toll nnil trado;
llio trlckots chirp their evening sercimdo;
Tho wonry lnboror Rlumbora In his cot,
And all his cares of living urc forgot;
Tho children long Imvo censed their Joyous
In happy dreams they sloop tho night nwny.
O sleep, Uiojj Heavenly bnlm for human woo,
lhou hidest nil our sorrows hero below;
In thy embrace, tho inoitrnor smiles again,
And milling heart forgot their poignant
pain;
While fuccs marred bv lines of onrthlv earo
Arc, by thy touch mndo beautiful and fair.
Thou Heavenly balm for every human woe,
Thou common comfort of tho proud and low.
Engine J. Hall, in Chlcauo Inter Ocean.
Copurivhled.
VIOLA
Oil
Thrice Lost in a Struggle for a Namo.
I1Y MKS. It. II. IJDSON.
CIIAITEIt I.-Conti.nukii.
A dozen men on Uio edge of a lndgy
beach, tho driving spray and tho storm
enshrouding them in while, ghostly
mist, over which half a dozen lanterns
cast n yellow, smoky glare. A little
dory laid half on its side, her mow
buried in the dripping sea-weed, and
standing proudly erect, his bluo eyes
purple with excitement, and his wot
cheeks Hushed, was young Ralph Ander
son. (3 no' hand grasped an oar, the
other hold the little hand of a child,
a bright, dark little creature, who
clung close to him, but looked out with
bteady, fearless eyes at the rough look
ing men gathered on tho beach, hi tho
bottom of the boat lav a woman, her
.head resting on Ralph's jacket, which
he had taken oil" for that purpose. Sho
was greatly exhausted, evidently, but
she smiled sweetly when Ralph spoko
to her, and then again at tho conclusion
of Bradlee's speech.
"0, here's Anderson, now," Bradleo
added, as'Ben strode straight through
tho swirling surf and slimy sea-weeds,
and stepped into tho boat and stood an
instant with uncovered head and up
lifted eyes beside his boy. They all
knew what was in the father's heart at
that moment, and instinctively turned
away their faces.
The woman was carefully lifted out
and borne up the beach to Ben Ander
son's cottage. There were two houses
near the point where sho was found,
but no one thought of proposing to
carry her to either of them. Nod
Bradleo marched on before, swinging
his lantern and carrying tho little girl
in his arms, she only submitting to this
arrangement on condition that Ralph
should walk beside him, where she
could put out her hand and touch his
arm or face every few minutes.
No ono had noticed Myra Anderson
till they were arranging a' litter to carry
tho woman on. Then slio stepped quiet
ly forward and assisted them, and fell
back again. Tho norvousness had en
tirely left her, and there was not a
steadier nor prompter hand than hers
among tncin all.
As they went up to the house, the
story of tho rescue was told. Ralph,
upon leaving tho rest, kept down
toward tho Point, believing, as ho said,
that " there was something for him to
do there." He thought he would keep
on to tho rocks, if he saw nothing
sooner. But ho had not proceeded
more than a doen rods when ho saw
something white iluttering against tho
dark edge of an abrupt rock that rose
a few feet from tho shore. Ho was not
Mire but it was tho froth cast up by the
waves till a child's voice said, "mam
ma" very distinctly. He rnn back
a few foot and caught hold of tho dory
and run it down to tho water anil
sprang into it. Tho light from tho
lanterns up tho shore cast a faint light
on the water, and tho title was falling,
and so ho managed to get the boat out
to tho rock. Ho was perfectly familiar
with tho place; there was a narrow
strip of sandy bar, and, keeping that
between him and tho wind, he man
aged to hold his boat in place. Ho
found tho child sitting on tho edge of
the rock where she said sho had
climbed from her mother's arms.
Tho woman had been lashed to a spar,
which had caught and broken against
the rock, throwing her up on tho bar,
where she lay, speechless and nearly
insensible, lie had lifted them both
into tho boat, and was just pushing oil'
for the shore when Nod Bradleo came
along with his lantern and saw him.
Tho woman did not revive, notwith
standing tho careful nursing of Myra
Anderson and her husband. She lay
hour after hour in a quiet, soiui-con-seious
state, only rousing if ono spoke to
her, but only to" open her oyes and smile
faintly, and fall away again. But just
boforo sunrise siio started up and called
out sharply: "Viola!" Tho child,
which had lain on tho bed with her all
night, opened kor great dark eyes sud
denly, and with a passionato gesturo
throw her arms about hor mother's
neck.
"Viola, dear, I am afraid I am going
to loavo you," sho whispered, faintly.
Myra Andorson motioned to her hus
band, but ho had already seen the swift
change creeping over the fair, girlish
looking face. Ho camo and stood by
his wito's side, a fooling of sadness anil
pain in his heart. Death is always sad,
coming, as It does, with its chill, and
silence, and pallor, into tho brightness
and Hush of our busy lives. Wo know,
and wo say: " It is best." Tho world
unscon is purer and fairer, and nioro to
bo desired, and God, oven our (tod. is
Lord of that as well as this. But otill
tho river Is dark that lies between, and
the mists come up and fall into our
hearts, chilling and Bhadowing them,
and veiling the brightness that lies be
yond. "Mamma, mamma," sobbed tho
child, "don't talk so; you shall not
leave mo hero alone! "
Tho woman's eyes wandered wist
fully around tho room. Mrs. Anderson
went out and returned in a few minutes
with Ralph, who was sleeping a lit tlo,
brokenly, on tho floor in tho kitchen.
Tho fading eyes brightened a little, and
tho lips tried to smilo, but it was a wan,
shadowy smile, which brought tho tears
to Myra Anderson's eyes.
"Mamma, hero he is," cried the girl,
eagerly, looking up with a smilo break
ing through hor tears.
Tho woman lifted her arms with cud
don strength, and drew tho bright face
down toher bosom, and kisseil it pas
sionately; thou she laid tho lilllo hand
in Ralph's, and turned away her face.
There was a little moment of silence,
and then sho started suddenly, and
caught at the child's dress.
"It is not Mallard your namo, Viola
it is is" and her voice died away
in an indistinct murmur.
"What is the child's namo?" Mr.
Anderson asked, putting his ear to her
lips quickly. "
"You will find it in tho trunk I
wrote it out all all," she whispered,
with fast failing breath.
, CIIAI'TKU II.
The sun camo up through golden
halos. and the bluo skies bent soft!' over
tlto sea, still moaning and sobbing like
a passionate clii'd. Tho shoro was
strewn with pieces of tho wreck, and
trunks and boxes of merchandise were
scattered here and there in wild con
fusion. Somo of the trunks and boxes
were stove to pieces; others scarcely in
jured by their battle witli tho elements.
Two or three bodies had washed ashore .
during tho night; and it was concluded
all on board hail perished. The hull
and shattered masts of tho ship were
barely discernible through tho waves
that still broke over them when tho tide
was in. At low tide she was plainly
visible, and her "name, "Le Brim,"
could bo distinctly seen.
After her mother's death tho child
had cried stormily for a littlo time, and
then grow suddenly quiet, Sho was a
slight, lithe little creature; delicate
looking, had it not been for tho bright
color in her dark cheeks, and tho fear
less look in her great black eyes. One
would not havo taken hor to bo over six,
at lirst; but when ho heard hor talk, ho
would be willing to add six more. She,
however, laid claim to but eight years,
which, indeed, seemed quite preposter
ous, alio was such a bit of a creature.
"You must find my mamma's trunk."
sho said, gravely, to Ralph, when some
time during tho forenoon tiioy were pre
paring to visit the scene of the wreck.
There had been so much to do at tho
house that thoro had been no timo be
fore. " I am afraid I cannot," Ralph re
plied; "it's not very likely to como
ashore, and if it does it will bo stovo
into kindling wood."
"But I tell you, you shall find it,"
she cried, fiercely, 'her eyes limning.
"Didn't my mamma sav it was in the
trunk all about me. Slio never would
toll mo about my papa, but I remember
but, O, such a littlo bit!" and tno
small face took on a sad, thoughtful
look such a very, very old look for a
child!
" But I shall not know your trunk,
little Wildfire," Ralph said, teasingly,
enjoying hor display of spirit with truo
.boyish relish.
"1 am not Wildfire, and you needn't
call mo so!" she cried, sharply. " 1 am
just Viola Mai no, she said, that was
not it; I I don't know who I am," and
tho red lips trembled, and the Hashing
eyes filled with quick tears.
" There there, don't cry," Ralph
said, soothingly. "1 am a mean fellow
to tease you now. I'm very sorry, and
I'll try my best to find your trunk if
you will tell me something how it looks,
whether it's black, or white, or blue."
"Blue! A bluo trunk!" sho replied,
scornfully.
"Well, what is there so terrible about
that? My mother has got a blue chest
that is, O, ever so old 1 guess it como
over in tho Mayllowor."
"In what?" her oyes dilating.
"O, you don't know anything about
it," Ralph replied, loftily, " it concerns
our ancestors. Come, lvm going."
Thus admonished tho child began a
hasty description of the trunk, which
amounted to this: It was not very largo,
was black, and her mamma had always
called it a " hair trunk." It had a great
many very bright brass nails in it- at
tho top and sides and round the bottom,
and a great M. in brass nails on the
cover.
Thoro was quite a crowd of people on
tho beach when Mr. Anderson and
Ralph reached it. A vessel had run
down from Duxbury, and several wagon
loads of men had como down from rly
mouthtown, all drawn hither to see and
hear about tho wreck, and variously en
gaged, somo in picking up tho shuttered
boxes, and sono--by far tho larger part
standing about in groups talking 6ver
tho inciilents of the storm, and tho
wrecks reported hero and thoro, and this
ono in particular.
"I'd no ideo any on 'em escaped, I
hadn't," said Ned Bradleo, just as Mr.
Anderson camo up.
" Escaped! You don't moan to say?"
" I mean tor say that them are three
men there why, ono of 'om isn't there!
O, thoro ho is down the beach well, ho,
and thorn two just puttiti' oflf In Sim
mons' boat, belonged to that vessel.
Thoy nro French chaps, I take it, least
wise ono of 'cm is, tho tall ono, ho was
mate of the ship."
"But how were they rescued?" de
manded Anderson.
"Well, thoy wasn't rescued at all,
seein' as they was safo and snug, high
and dry on Clark's Island. You see
thoy put in thoro in tho life boattolcavo
a passenger, and tho storm camo on so
fust thoy,couldn't get back, though thoy
tried, and camo near belli' ilrowiictl
for their folly. A man that over seo
salt water ought to know better than
that, hut Lord! what can you expect of
a Frenchman?"
Boforo Bradleo had ceased speaking
Ben Anderson was striding oil' down tho
beach toward Simmons' boat. Possibly
they might know something about tho
woman and child, ho thought. Thoy
tforo just pushing oil' from the beaeli
when ho reached thom, and ho paced
the beach impatiently for a half hour be
fore thoy camo back. In the meantime
the other ono had returned from his
ramble down'tho shore. In his absorp
tion Anderson had not noticed tho man,
till, looking up, ho saw him steadily re
garding him.
Good morning," ho said, blandly,
with tho slightest poreeptiblo foreign ac
cent. "A sad fato for our bravo ship,"
looking out toward tho wreck.
"Yos, sir, and a sadder ono for tho
men who wore in her," Anderson re
plied, gravely. "You wore ono of tho
passengers, I tako it?" glancing at tho
stylo and toxturo of his ilross, which at
once forbade the idea of his being ono
of the ship's crow.
"I was."
'Thoro was a woman and child "
"Yos, I heard about it," ho inter
rupted, hastily. "Tho woman is dead,
1 understand?"
"Sho died at sunrise this morning, at
my house."
"Was sho conscious at allP" ho
asked, quickly, a faint color coming into
his pale, olive cheek.
"I think slio was conscious nearly all
the time, but slio appeared too exhaust
ed to talk much. I think she was in
jured internally, as well as being chilled
and exhausted. Did you know her, sir?"
"I saw her the day I think it was
beforo tho storm, lie answered, careless
ly. "I believe she was an invalid or
delicate, at least. I don't remember tho
name, if 1 heard it."
As lie said this ho lifted his oyes in a
swift, stealthy way and dropped them
again instantly. Thoro was something
peculiar in their expression and color,
but Anderson only thought of it iiidifl'er
ently; ho was too much absorbed in oth
er thoughts.
"I am sorry you don't remember tho
namo. I hoped to learn something
about her; perhaps tlicy may know,
Anderson said, glancing, at tho men in
the boat, who wore just in shore.
" Then she didn't toll you anything?"
Something a faint shadow of exulta
tion, it seemed, in tho man's tone made
Anderson look up quickly. But thoro
was nothing but the kindest interest,
with perhaps a touch of serious regret,
in tho quiet, handsome face.
" Well, sho had better not havo said
anything; slio only said their namo was
not Mallard, but sho left off beforo tell
ing what it was. Perhaps it was only
an insane vagary, but the child sho's
an odd, fiery little thing insists on
knowing who slio is. There was a trunk
on board tho vossol, belonging to tho
woman, and sho said it was all in thoro
all tho story. But it's very doubtful
about tho trunk being found, and it will
be likely to bo broken up if it is."
" 1 should suppose so. 1 am very
sorry I am unable to give you any in
formation concerning hor. I will intro
duce you to tho mate, Mr. La Noir; per
haps ho can do so.
Mr. Anderson thanked him warmly;
ho was very kind and gentlemanly, and
ho showed his goodness of heart by tho
strong interest lie evinced in this poor,
unknown woman
The mate of tho Lo Brim know noth
ing whatever of the unfortunate
woman; but he had seen the child,
often, and once sho had told him that
hor namo was Viola Mallard. The man
who was with him Dorrancc, ono of
tho Le Brim's crew also remembered
tho child, but never saw tho woman
but once, and that tho day beforo tho
storm, when she had como on deck for
a few moments. Ho had an impression
that sho was ill, for she was very pale
when ho noticed her, and trembled so
that the Captain gave her his arm to
assist her "below. Ho believed there
was no ono but himself and Mr. Do
Vries on tho deck at tho time, as prob
ably tho gentleman would remember.
Ho glanced up as ho said this, and Mr.
Do Vrios- for that was tho namo of the
very gentlemanly paongor -replied to
tho look by saying:
" Yes, Dorraueo, I remember per
fectly. I think 1 mentioned to you that
I saw the lady and thought hor ill, or
delicate," lie added, turning to Mr. An
dorson. Again that faint chord of exultation
in tho smooth lone struck Anderson,
but he forgot it a moment after, or only
thought of it as a peculiarity of tho
man's speech.
After a little more inquiry concerning
tho wrecked vessel, tho parties separ
ated; Mr. DoVrics going back to town,
as he wished to tako an early train to
proceed to his destination, which, how
over, ho forgot to mention; and LaNoir
and Dorranco waiting a littlo longer to
make arrangements for the burial of
thoir three tellow-Yoyagers.
Tho Le Brim was a morciiant vessel,
laden with laces and millinery goods
principally, carrying besides such pas
sengers as desired such accommodations
anilfarcs as slio oil'ored. If the trip was
not as speedy or comfortable oh ono
could mako on tho steamers, it bad at
least ono merit, viz: economy. One
could hardly supposo, however, that tho
elegantly-drossed Mr. Do Vrios camo in
tho LoBrun for that roirou. if others did.
"Father," said Ralph, in a low ton,
' I wish you would como down towards
tho Point with mo. Thoro Is a black
hair trunk tliero, and 1 think it to tho
ono wo want to find."
"How camo you to find it so quick
ly?" " Quickly! It's more than an hour
slnco wo camo down. I searched tho
shore for nearly a milo boforo I found
this, and, besides, I wasn't looking for
tho trunk when l found it. You saw
that tall, handsome looking man who
went tip in tho first team? Well, it's
(pieor, anyway!" and a perplexed look
clouded the eager, Unshod face.
" What is queer? I saw nothing
strange; and as for the gentleman Do
Vrios is his name ho evinced a warm
interest in the unknown lady, and was
very sorry ho could give us no further
information concerning her name, or
history, or friends."
"Perhaps, yes, of course," Ralph
said, absently, tho puzzled look still on
his face.
They walked on in silenco till thoy
eame to a littlo ledgo of broken rock
and sand, half covered with glistening
windrows of kelp and sea-weed. Ralpii
sprang up tho slight aeellvity, and kneel
ing on tho shelly sands, pushed away
tho wet mass with swift, eager fingers.
"See there!" ho cried. "I should
not have found it if it had not been for
hint. 1 was looking lower down, and
among the heaps of broken rubbish, and
boxes of lace, and liowers and ribbons.
1 noticed tliis Dov what is it you call
himP when Nod Bradleo first pointed
him out. I looked up once in a while
to seo whore ho was, and by and by I
saw him hero, kneeling down just as I
am now. Ho was lioro so long that I got
curious about it, and when ho wont past
mo up wliero you were, 1 made up my
mind to seo what ho had found that kept
him so. Thoro, tliero are the brass nails
around tho top and up tho sides, and
there is the M. on tho cover."
Ben Anderson leaned over and lifted
it out and set it on tho clean sand of tho
beaeli.
" l supposo it's looked." he said, lift
ing tho little fall of wet leather. To his
surprise tho lid lifted, tho lock was
broken short off. "Ah, I wouldn't
havo thought it would havo kept togeth
er like this, with tho lock broken," ho
said, glancing inside and seeing a con
fused mass of clothing in a halt wot and
very mixed condition. "I think yon
must bo mistaken about tho exact place
the gentleman was," ho added, "thoro
is nothing in a trunk of child's clothing,
tumbled and wet like this, to attract a
man's attention particularly."
" But it did, anyway. Why, father,
don't 1 know ovory inch of tho beach
by heart P and 1 saw him every time I
looked up, and always in this ono spot,"
ho said, positively.
"1 prcsumo your 'every time,' all
camo within less than five minutes,"
Mr. Anderson said, smiling at. his onrn
ostness. "The gentleman did not hurt
tho trunk by looking at it, oven if it was
for tho length of time you fancy. Now
lot us tako it up lo the house."
Tho child stood on tho doorstep as
thoy camo up the sandy, grass-bordered
path, her great oyes shining like stars,
and her coral lips parted and eager.
"0, I am so glad!" sho cried, chip
ping hor hands, and then growing sud
denly grave as sho reinoiiibered about
hor mother hor palo, beautiful mother,
lying so fearfully straight and still in tho
darkened 'front room.' "
Sho followed them in and knelt down
on tho floor by tho trunk, while Mrs.
Anderson took out the garments ono by
ono and shook and folded them. Thoro
was a few articles of woman's under
clothing, a book of engravings and a
small volume of Scott s Poems, with
"Genevieve" pencilled in a clear, ele
gant, masculine hand, on tho fiy leaf,
i'lio remainder of tho contents consisted
of a child's clothing, which Viola readi
ly recognized. Tho book of poems,
too, she said her mother had told her
once was to bo hers sonic day, because
her papa had bought it.
But though they looked longnnd care
fully, going over every article three or
four times, tliero was not a scrap of pa
per or a lino written anywhere among,
them all that thoy could find. And so
the child's name remained still a secret
for auirht tho little trunkrovealed. Only
one tiling they found, beside, a hit of
knife blade about an inch long, broken
short oil.
Viola cried bitterly and would not bo
comforted. What most children would
searcly havo noticed was something
dark and terrible to her; the more so,
doubUess, from the circumstances under
which it had been made known to tier.
Death, ho fearful and repellant to every
child, was made more dreadful still to
her, for it had taken away at tho samo
time her mother's life, and her own
name, leaving her doubly orphaned.
When Mr. Anderson told her of tho men
whom he had met on tho shore, sho
stoppeil crying and looked up, her eye?
Hashing through her tears.
" if 1 had seen them they shottlil havo
told mo about my mother;" she cried,
vehemently.
"But they did not know, dear," Mrs.
Anderson said, gently.
" They did! 7io did, anyway. I know;
because when wo went out on deck, and
site saw him slio grow, O, so white! and
Captain Waito leu her back to our cabin
again, and she said something about hi
being there, and then she cried and tho
prolty color never camo into her checkn
again."
" But who was it that sho saw?" per
sisted Ralph.
TO II K CONTINUKI).
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Ono reason why you don't seo mora
bald-heads may be found in tho fact that
tliero aro 8.r0,000 wigs being worn in
this country daily. Detroit Free I'resn
Why a Kcrosc-no Lamp Bursts.
Girls, as woll as boys, nood to under
stand nbout korosono oxnloslons. AJ
Croat many'fatal acoldonts happon front
trying to pour a littlo korosono on tho
tiro to mako it kindle bettor, also by
pouring oil Into a lamp while it is light-
oil. Most persons supposo that it is th
korosono itself which explodes, and that'
if they aro'Vory careful to keop tho oil
itself from being touched by tho lire or,
tho light thoro will bo no danger. But
this is not so. If a can or a lamp is left
about half full of kerosene oil tho oil
will dry up that is, "evaporate" a
littlo and will form, by mingling with
tho air in tho uppor part, a very oxplo
slvo gas. You cannot seo this gas any
more than you can seo air. But if it is
disturbed and driven out, and a blaze
reaehos it, tliero will bo a terrible explo
sion, although tho blazo did not touch
tho oil. Thoro are several other liquid
used In houses and workshops wldoh
will produce an oxploslvo vapor in this
way. Bonzino is ono; burning Iluid is
anothor; and naphtha, alcohol, other,
chloroform may do tho samo thing.
In a Now York workshop lately, thoro
was a can of benzine, or gasoline, stand
ing on tho floor. A boy sixteen years'
old lighted a cigarotto, and throw tho
burning matcli on tho floor oloso to tho
can. Ho did not dream there was any
danger, boca.uso tho liquid was corkeil
up in tho can. But thoro was a groaU
explosion, nnd ho wns badly hurt. Thin
seems very mysterious. The probabil
ity is that tho can had been standing
thoro a good while and a good doal o
vapor had formod, somo of which hail
leaked out around tho stopper and was
hanging in a sort of invisible cloud over
and around the can; and this cloud,
when tho match struck it, exploded.
Supposo a girl tries to fill a korosoim'
lamp without first blowing it out. Of
course tho lamp is nearly empty or sho
would not care to fill ft. This empty
spaco is filled with a cloud of oxploslvo
vapor arising from tho oil in tho lamp.
When she pushes tho nozzle of the can
into tlio lamp nt tho top, and begins. to
pour, tho oil, running into tho lamp,,
fills the empty spaco and pushes tho
cloud of explosive vapor up; tho vapor
is obliged to pour out over the edges oC
tho lamp, at tho top, into tho room out
side. Of courso it strikes against tho
blazing wick which tho girl is holding;
down by ono side. Tho blazo of tho
wiok sots tho iuvislblo cloud of vapor
aliro, and thoro is an explosion which
ignites tho oil and scatters it over lior
olothos and over the furniture of tlto
room. This is the way in which a ker
osene lamp bursts. Tho samo thing
may happen when a girl pours tho oil
over tho lire in tho range or stove, if:
tliero is a cloud of oxploslvo vapor in tho
uppor part of tho can, or if the stovo it
hot enough to vaporizo quickly somo o
tho oil as it falls. Romembor that it is
not tho oil but tho iuvislblo vapor which
explodes. Taking oaro of tho oil wilL
not protect you. Tliero is no safety ex
cept in tho rule: Never pour oil on a
lighted firo or into a lighted lamp.
Christian Union.
Harmony In Human Life.
Our surroundings should bo harmoni
ous with our life. It is not necessary
to sound the samo notes 'to produce
harmony. The word implies blending,
but it almost forbids repetition. Nat
ure is the great teacher. Her moans
and ends aro consistent with each other.
Nature understands too well the art of
harmony to attempt impossibilities. Sho
is always up to tho mark, but slio doe
not overstep herself. Where the soil
will not grow lilies and roses, sho con
tents horsolf with daisies, but loft to
herself, sho will always cover man's
mistakes witli a carefully spun shroud..
It is to learn this lossonmoro perfectly
that in later life wo aro drawn away
from mankind to 11 vo with Nature. A1
fuller growth takes place when wo feel
ourselves in unison with all we see, and
when intercourse with nature restores in.
us tho balance Unit human conflict has
destroyed. Life in great cities is in
imical to harmony. The clash of lntorosts
is too fierce, and those who livo much
in great centers of human effort cannot
sustain the sense of harmony, unless
Uiey como away for a time. Tho form
ami manner of modern socioty Increase
the difficulty. Tho multitude of ac
quaintances, and the little timo given
to each, make intercourse necessarily
broken and unharmonious. Conversa
tion takes tho form of epigram, anil
each sentence must be cast into such a.
form as not necessarily to demand a.
second for its completion. By degrees,
our thoughts follow our words, and
each opinion becomes rounded and
finished off to fit into oacli question thiyfc
may arise. Nothing can bo viewed as
a whole we aro too near to its de
tails. So near aro wo in groat cities
that it is almost impossible not to take
each detail for the whole. Then arises
irritation, from tho sonso of the un
fitness of oacli separate opinion ex
pressed to boar tho structure of our
whole lino of thought. Wo havo
uttered an epigram, but wo havo not;
stated our judgment as it really is. To
do that requires time and opportunity,
which socioty, neglectful of tiio in
dividual in its earo for tho wiiolo, can
not afford to any one of its members.
The utterauco, unfathered and without
oll'snring, must stand or fall by itself,
while wo may bo thankful if wo aro not
through it labeled and placed in a,
pigeon-holo to which wo aro as foreign
as a dove to a hawk's nest. Then it is
that wo fall back for consolation upon
ourselves as a whole. London Specta
tor. At tho funeral of Mrs. Goorgo C,
Loidy in Philadelphia recently, tho coffin,
was borne by the six adult sons of tho,
doad woman. Tho spectacle profoundly
touched those who witnessed it.