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ETKBNAt , BEST. fc little while we'll tarry here , A little while our crosses bear. ' ' With hearts oppressed ; A little while the weight of woe Will boar our stricken spirits low A little while sad tears will flow , But soon comes rest. Life seems a drear , beclouded day , "Where seldomfalls Illuming ray , To break the mist : Tet let us not despairing sigh , Nor in our weakness question why Ourday.hasnota fairer sky- Beyond is rest. Though from the bitter , bitter cup , , Of mingled borrows we must sup , 'Tia but to test Onr faith in Christ ; and make us live Tor higher things than earth can .give ; 'And all that true and falthfulprove , In heaven will rest ; " It matters little though our lot Be cast In dreary , desert spot ; For life , at best , Has much or sadness , and a gloom Hangs o'er the passage to the tomb ; Yet. in Eden's bowers of bloom , Remaineth rest. * > A few short moments more of grief. Then death will bring us sweet relief ; Within the breast 01 peaceful earth we'll calm repose , forgetful of our toils and woes ; And where life's holy river flows Our souls will rest. Although we cannot understand The chastening of God's dear hand. It rules for best. Then let us be resigned to fate , ' And , .with patience , trusting wait Till He shall open Heaven's gate , And bid us rest. How tweet 'twill be at close of life , To leave this weary world of strife , 'And with the blest Dwell in the land of Paradise ; Where ever cloudless are the skies , And where tLe soul may realize Eternal rest. [ Clara Bush. SHIPWRECK ON LAKE ERIE. "Tell us how ' your hair turne < white , " said one of the party at thi fireside. "In June , 1851 , " said the man witl the white hair , "I left my home ii Ohio for Buffalo. Being in a hurry te return I took passage by the steamei G. P. Griffith for Toledo , on a lat < Sunday afternoon. The ship cafriee over eight hundred passengers ane arew. i must have slept soundly foi about two hours in my birth when ] TFas awakened by the sound of hurry fhg footsteps overhead , and , looking through the ventilator to the uppe : deck , I saw two or three sailors run sing along dragging a hose pipe. J partly dressed and went forward tc ihe promenade deck , where I hean from the pilot house above the voice o the captain crying , "Starboard ! Han starboard ! and steer her for thi * shore ! " "The ship veerecl from her coursi and headed for the shore , five mile away. I went back to my stateroom awakened the man in the other bertl and rapped .on several doors. As . ' came out again into the cabin I sav smoke curling out from the side. Thi command had been given to call u ] Jhe passengers , . and when I agaii reached the forward deck they wer < crowding upon it. Just aroused fron sleep , they hurried out half-dressed o : in their night-clothes , many carrying children , bandboxes , bird'cages , carpe bags and bundles , all anxious to savt something. I climbed up on the rail ing and , takirig hold of a stanchion swung myself to the main deck below Stepping over the forms of many whe were lying there still asleep , 1 wen around to the engine and , looking np saw that the fire had broken out neai the smoke-stack in a spot so difficult te get at that in all probability the shi { was doomed. Hurrying back to the main deck , upon which the crowd wa ; iast increasing , I removed all nrj slothing but my night shirt and draw ers. Taking my money and valuables 1 rolled them up with my trousers ane laid them , carefully away on decl where I might recover them if the shi ] should escape destruction. Climbin < np on the. raft near the gang-plank , . held on until the frantic crowd , press ing forward , forced me away. I crep along on the gunwale to near the whee on the land side , where I clung an < watched the crowd as they surged for ward from the approaching flames. "There was scarcely a scream heard As the flames drove them further am inrther forward whole columns of pee pie were pushed into the water. Hus bands caught their wives and children and , throwing them overboard , jumpei after them. Women with babes i : their arms went about piteously beg giug some one to save their children and when they were pushed or jumpe into the water held their infants hig above their heads. After they wer drowned ' their quilted shirts buoye them up' , and I saw babies actual ! trying with their little hands to catc the dancing light of the flames in th water. "The ship grounded at daybreak i about ten feet of water , a little mor than half a" mile from the shore. Th water all about the forward part of he was full of drowned and drowning pee pie. Many good swimmers struck ou lor the shore , but from all sides' th poor drowning wretches would ciutcl them and drag them down. " "The flames drove me off at last In the water just beneath me was i struggling crowd of drowning creature clinging to each other. Suddenly j space of about twenty feet cleared in stantly by their sinking ; out of sight. : determined to jump , swim toward thi stern of the boat until out of read of the clutches of the drowning and then make a detour for the shore Kemembering how I used to jump inU the water as a boy , when learning te swim , L put my feet closely together arms straight by my side , and plungee down like a wedge to the bottom , witl my eyes wide open. Fora brief secont . saw lying on the bed of the lake heaps of dead , bodies in all positions. On rising to the surface I struck out with my arms , but to my horror found my eet bound tightly together. The band of my drawers had burst , and slipping down had bound my ankles as securely as if tied. Turning on my back I care- tolly disentangled them from each foot. These efforts greatly exhausted m& , iut , once free , I swam to ward the stern until clear of all obstructions , and then struck out for the shore. One strong swimmer passed me and spoke some encouraging words. I saw others who must have oecome dazed , swimming back into the lake. "I was not an experienced swimmer , but I had passed , as I had judged , nearly half the distance to the fhore when a deathlike coldness and numb ness .came creeping over me. All the life I had left seemed centered in my head , which Jolt like a ball of fire. I found that I was. * turning round and round in the water , now catching glimpses of the-burning ship , to which even yet a few human beings were clinging , anel now on the beach. Could I ever reach it ? Was it worth while to struggle any longer ? Every movement caused intense pain in my chest and lungs. It seemed so easy to die now. "I ceased all efforts and raised my eyes for a last look at the sky. I was struck by a peculiar golden haze to the atmosphere , and the air seemed filled with human forms hovering over the drowning. Th air was filled witl : them , and close beside me I recognized my father , brother , and other friends who had died many years before. Thej called me by nau > e. They pressed closely around me , telling me to strug gle on and they would aid me thai my work was not done that I could not be spared yet. "A little strength came back to me I remembered that I must b more than half way to the shore. The watei could not be over five feet deep. I lei myself down , and felt the sand undei me. Aided by spirit friends , whose hands and pre'sencc were a real to me as any human touch. I- crept on m\ hands and knees on the sand for some distance , rising often to breathe. Be coming too weak for this , with mj heavy head constantly falling back ward , I sank to the bottom , and drew my body with my arms nearer and nearer to the shore , rising to the sur face as often as necessary. A man was lying on the beach , one of the few whc ever reached it. When he saw me feebly struggling , he crept down to the water's edge , and , reaching out his hands , tried to aid , me. I slowly crept up a little way out of the waterbut he was so weak that , falling backward , 1 would lose my hold and sunk again. "At last I was lying on the dry sand , How good it seemed to lie there , il onlyl need never move again. Mj companion spoke roughly yet kindly tt me , telling me that it was sure deati to remain there. I refused to mrve. but , being much stronger , he oonv polled me to get up , and , half support ing ; me in his arms , draggeel me un willingly along. A farmer met us and almost carried me across the fields to a low , two-roomed log cabin. In the smaller room.containing two beds , ] was at last permitted to lie down. The long , black neck of a bottle was in serted between my lips , and I dranl and drank until it was gently removed The draught warmed me. "I alternated between consciousness and unconsciousness , but retnemberec much that passed about me. A large man , with a tall hat , black satin vest , and heavy gold chain came in and laj down on the other bed. He certainly had not been in the water , and I won dered if he had been saved in a boat , A man in the next room was exclaim ing mournfully : " 'Mine Got ! Mine Got ! Mine rnon- ish is all gone. Mine monish is al ] gone. Mine wife is gone , mine sou is gone. Oh , mine Gott , mine monish is all gone ! ' "Again and again that mournful wai : went up. Then I heard the tall mar call out wrathfully : " 'Won't some one kill that d r Dutchman ? ' "Then I dozed off again. When ] awoke more people were coming in. bearing a woman , and they were'say ing she was the only woman saved. 1 heard them say thafc eight men swan : ashore , and twenty were saved in a boat. Only twenty-eight saved out oi over four hundred ! Toward evening they put us all in a heavy lumbei wagon on beds of straw to take us they said , to 'Lloyd's tavern , three miles away. ' Jolting along over t rough road , the pain in my chest aue limbs became unbearable , and I re rnembered nothing more. "Days afterward I awoke from wha seemed a long sleep. I found mysel lying on a bed in a strange room alone The sound of voices came in througl the open window and from the halls where people were constantly passing to and fro. They were talking of : great disaster , of dead bodies lying ii heaps on the sand waiting to b claimed , and others being buried in ; trench. There was something abou county lines , of coroners quarreling over fees , of thieves 'in boats at nigh stripping the drowned bodies , an * learing rings from fingers and ears Those monotonous voices were foreve talking about the one thing. . ' "Well , what if they are dead ? Th dead were at rest. What had I to d < with that shipwreck ? Why did no some one come to me ? What was . ' doing here in this strange room ? WIr was I so stiff and sore , so full of pain so weak I could not move ? If el asleep again and when I awoke still thi same voices were talking about pee drowned bodies , thieves , coroners ane boats ; and then came a dim recollec tion that I had known something abou that shipwreck. It all icame back te me clear and distinct. Soon after-wan a man came with broth and nourishing food , of which I ate with a relish while ho answered my questions. This wa ; Saturda7 , and , I had left Buffalo on the Sunday preceeling. Lloyd's Taverr was fifteen miles from the i city of Cleve land. I must get up. How could ] lie here ? I must get into the air. ] must go home. Home ? Why , at home doubtless they mourned me as dead , I had been dead for "days to them. 3 -.rj ? f- - bogged the man to bring me some clothes. He brought some old garments - ments much too large for me , with an ; oldblack slouched hat , and helped mete to dress , for I was too weak to stand alone. He then placed me comforta bly in an easy chair , and told me to rest awhile. At length , feeling rested and stronger , I arosfc and moved slow ly across the room , toward the open door. "I saw a gray headed old man com ing toward me , poorly dressed , with an old hat in hand , and a stubby beard on his face" . I thought 'that , perhaps he was one of the shipwrecked. I spoke to him kindly but he did not reply , and still advanced. I stoppedhe ; stopped also. We stared at each other. 1 spoke again. His lips moved but not a sound left them. I drew forward a chair and sat down. He at clown also , storing half fearfully at me. Great God ! was that myself ? That white hair could it be mine ? No it was a wig. Some one was playing a joke upon me. I put up my hand. No ; it would not come off. off."I "I went back and lay down upon my bed , very weak , utterly disheaitened. Later I was driven slowly down to the beach , and I saw all that was left of the steamer a few blackened spars and the charred hull. Many people were examining , either from curiosity or for identification , the bodies as they were brought in. There was a long trench in the sand , in which was placed the bodies not identified. It appeared that the steamer had been wrecked on a counly line , and two coroners were there quarreling over the bodies and claiming their fees. "My friend helped me out of the wagon , and seated me on a rock close by a most forlorn and unkempt figure I must have presented. Two men stood near where I sat and one of them spoke of having received another tele gram from Cleveland inquiring if the body of the man K had been found. A cold chill , ran down my back. Pro ducing the telegram he read the de scription : Twenty-eight years of age , 5 feet 9 inches in height , weight about one hun dred and sixty pounds , fair skin , blue eyes , black hair , small hands and feet , mole on left shoulder. Has the body been found ? Have it properly prepared for burial , and sent to H , Cleveland. "I "K. ' and was , they were hunting for my body to "prepare it for burial ? My fnend came back just then , and I begged to be taken to the hotel im mediately. I must start for home , I said , as soon as possible. Arriving at the house , I saw a carriage and horses standing at the door. Four gentlemen came out and agreed to take me with them. "I learned from their conversation that my companions had been sent out from Cleveland to identify the dead and find the living. Each related in cidents connected with the search. They spoke of being out in boats , sometimes all night , dragging for bodies ies , of seeing the thieves at their vil lainous work , of the disgraceful quar reling of the coroners , and of the dis comforts of camping out. At length one of the gentlemen said he regretted going back with no news of the young man K. , whose friends were so anxious about him. " " 'I half believe , " said he , 'that he was not on tne boat at all. We have seen everybody , dead or alive , whfc has been found , and no one answering his description is discovered.11 " 'Where is his description ? ' asked another. " 'I have it. No , not here. 1 re member , I gave it to the coroners. He was , as I recollect the description , a man about 28 , fair skin , blue eyes and black hair. It is hard to go back with no information. By the way , " stranger , did you see any one answering that description ? ' ' "Would you be willing to take the body without preparation for burial ? ' I asked. " 'Why , of course. Any way we could get it. ' "Well , then , ' said I , 'dron me at H.'s house. ' "A shout went up from the carnage. A fed days later , after having enjoyed the delightful experience of being kissed , cried over , and welcomed back from the dead , I lighted a cigar , seated myself comfortably , and had the novel experience of reading my own obitu ary , and a good orthodox obituary il was , too. " A Fat ManTs Predicament. Boston Herald. A jolly old gentleuiau , fat and hearty , whosealdermanic obesity betokened 35 ( avoirdupois , had a rather " laughable ex perience in a herdic"on Tremont street , Boston , within a few days. He took a herdic up town and , upon reaching the corner of Beacon street where he wish ed to be left , found he could not get oul as the spring latch of the door had be come disarranged and the door coulc not be opened except by breaking it The idea of getting out through the windows of the herdic presented itseli to the old gentleman , and he pro ; ceeded to carry it into execution. Aftei getting his head and shoulders out hij body became so wedged that he coulci not move. The driver pulled and tug ged to get him through , but in vain. A crowd of some two hundred persons gathered , and many were exceedingly liberal in their suggestions as to how the unhappy man could be relieved from his dilemma. After much difil cultythe unhappy victim decided tc follow the advice of one of the crowd , and proceeded to lower himself out , legs first , but the united efforts of the officer and the Jehu were unavailing ; and the poor old man was soon in worse predicamdnt than ever. Foi some time he remained balanced on the sill of the window , unable to get in 01 out , and the crowd continued t6 throvi , out suggestions. After much labor the old gentleman , crestfallen and com' pletely crushed , was pushed back intc the herdic , which was driven to a black smith shop at the north end. Ther the door was forced and the unwilling prisoner was soon at liberty. The Reverend Joseph Cook prefer * to be called "simple Joseph Cook. ' When he fully realizes the meaning oJ the word "simple1 ? in this connectior he will say : "Oh , no , kno ! Not foi Joe. " LOVE AT FmST SIGHT. The Wooing of the Arizonian. Chicago Inter-Oceao , March21. A tall man , with a full beard the color of old gold , and a wide-brimmed hat such as is invariably associated with the denizen of the wild west , and wearing a suit of ready-made clothes with the shelf marks of an Omaha store plainly visible , got off the train as it reached the Northwestern depot , and bad his gripsack checked for safekeeping ing in the waiting-room. "I'm goin' to take in the town , pard- ner , " he confided to the man behind the counter , "and the grip might be onhandy , like. " "Say , mister , " said he of the checks , "mebbe you'd better leave that thar gun , " pointing to a 44-caliber revolver , the down-pointing muzzle of which hung some inches oelow the tail of his short sack coat. "The perlice might take you in , and then you'd be fined $50 , besides confirskatin' the shooter. " "P'raps you're right , pardner , " said the westerner , after a moment's con sideration. "I've never been in a big town before , and ain't exactly fly on the ways of the people. You're sure 1 won't need it ? " "No , you won't need it , " said the checkman ; "leastways if you don'l drink too much. " "I never drink , " said the new comer , nn rapping the formidable weapon and handing it over. Then he stepped out of the depot and walked east on Kinzie street , look ing curiously at the buildings and the peculiar merchandise of that thorough fare , and making up his mind that the trade in hides monopolized the ener gies of Chicago people. When he reached the corner of Clark street he glanced up and down admiringly at the crowded street , thronged with wagons , street cars and people , Setting his hat firmly on his head the stranger stopped a hurrying man and asked : "Say , stranger ! " "Well , sir , " said the other , stopping impatiently. "Say , can you tell me where the business part of town is ? I'm a stranger But the man had gone before the sen tence had concluded. " 'Pears like they didn't tumble to in- nercent jokes , " he said to himself. Then he looked across the street and saw the signs of the Chicago museum. "A show , hey ? Well , I'll take that in sure. " He bought a ticket and passed in , and was soon comtemplating the pretty girls in the costumes of all na tions. Hound and round he walked , and all the time his wonder grew. He glanced furtively and bashfully at the beauties in their gorgeous and becom ing costumes. "Wonder if they can talk United States ? " he thought. Fin ally he found a post against which he could stand , and , thus braced , he pushed his hat-brim up out of the way and stared long and earnestly at one of the young ladies , who seemed to take his eye. The girl was fully conscious of this admiring look , but a well behaved girl , took no notice of it until after the space of some minutes , when the steady gaze brought the color to her cheek and a half smile to her face , which she attempted to hide by quickly turning about. This was not lost to the keen eye of the western man , and several times he moved forward as if to speak to the girl , but each time he shrank back bashfully and resumed his first position. The girl became somewhat nervous. She attempted to dust off the front of her booth with a feathei brush , but it flew from her fingers on the floor. The western man sprang quickly forward , and handed it to hei with untaught grace. "Thank you , sir , " she said , with s smile and a blush. "Oh , can you talk American ? " he asked. ' "Yes sir , " she replied. "Why not1 "Oh , I dunne ; you wearin' a furrin rig , you know. " "Yes , I am an American , " she said , "It's a mighty purty rig , anyhow , ' ! he said. "Do you think so ? " "Yes. Do you stay here all the time ? " "No ; I live at home. I'm only here for a couple of weeks. " "I'm a stranger in town , " said he. "Indeed. " "Yes ; I live in Arizony. " "Is that far away ? " "Yes ; its lonesome for me out then sometimes. " "Why don't you live in a city ? " " 'Ca'use I've got a ranch and a lot o cattle. " She looked at him with sudden re spect , for she had heard of the westeri cattle kings. "I-was going east to see a gal , " h < said after a pause ; "but I don't thinl I'll go now. " "Why not ? " " 'Cause I've found one that suita mi in Chicago. " "You're lucky , " said the girl , smil ing at the simplicity of the man. "Wh ( is she ? " "You. " "Oh , go on with your foolishness You never saw me before. " "No , " said he , "but I'm going te stay in Chicago and see you again Fact is , I want a wife. I'm a plair man , with no trimmings. If you'l marry me , say so. " "This is so sudden , and I don' ; know you , and " "Nevermind that. Where do yet live ? " "No. street , " "Father and mother living ? " "Father is dead. 1 livg with 1113 mother. " "And you come here to make a little money toward paying the rent ? " "How do you know it ? " "Never mind. I'm coming up to see you to-night. I can convince youi mother , that I am able to take care of you , and ( I've got letters to Chicago men that'll show who and what I am If vour mother will go along out I'l be'glad to have her along. Anyway I'm going to take you. " "You're very confident , seems te me , " said the young lady , who ha ( suddenly come to think a yellow bearc handsome. "Nevermind , " said the Arizonian "Tie up the dog and leave the latch string out to-night , for I'm coming sure as thunder , " and he walked away. To-day tLere is a vacancy in the "Bazar of Nations , " for one of the prettiest girls has gone ; and in a neat little cottage in the North division an old lady and a girl are sowing for dear life on a serviceable bridal outfit. This charming little romance is vouched for by a prominent pillar of this city , and corroborated by Mr. W. C. Coup , of the Chicago museum , both of whom nre conversant with the facts , but re quest that the names of the parties to this unique courtship be not made pub lic. . The Mother's Longings. Now York Observer. Last night I wanted a boy. I wa ; sitting alone ' in my dressing-room , thinking of the "long ago , " while pre paring to retire. The garments of the day , along with its pleasures and per plexities , had beoii laid aside , and , as is my wont , I was idly smoothing head and heart by a gentle movement of the brush through my disarranged hair. This is one of my favorite tim\s for thinking , and "naany's the castle that has been planned and built , and m.tny the ghosts of the rosy past that have come in their , gray-claa robes before me , while seated on my rocker , brush ing and musing , dreaming and brush ing. Last night as I thought of my boy and looked up at his picture , an in tense longing came over me to hold him once more in my arms. I wanted to press his cheek to mine , to clasp his hand , to kiss his lips and smooth his bonny brown hair. I wanted to feel him with these warm handS'Of mine. I wanted to hear his merry voice and look into his beautiful eyes. I must cuddle him up close to my heart as I used to when my own little baby , while I prayed over him as Hannah did over Samuel. But how could I satisfy my hungry , and aching heart ? For more than three years the blue violets and the green grass had hidden him from my sight , anu still my heart was yearning for a touch of his , a word from him. A look from his dear eyes. More than three years since he had said , "Mamma , I want to go home , " and then in a little while whispered , "I'm almost home , " and soon , oh , how soon , pointed upward , smiled , and was in his home. Ah , too well I remember all this sad parting , and yet last night I felt that 1 could not sleep without an embrace. Suddenly a thought came to me which made me pause in my pas sionate longing and brought a glow to my cold heart. Hastily I unlocked a drawer , containing * treasures sacred to the buried past , and took from it a Bible in which was written , "For my boy on his fifteenth birthday. " In it lay a lock of golden-brown hair , which had rested on the head of him I loved. It was a part of himself. I took it eagerly , looked upon it and he was be fore me. I pressed it to my cheek and to my lips , caressed it with my fingers , while tears of satisfaction rolled from my eyes ; then quieted and soothed , I tenderly replaced the tress of my dar ling in the casket from which he had taken "the pearl of great price , " and which had enabled him to say e'en while dying in early mauhood , "Foi me to live is Christ , to die is gain. " A Bewildered Traveler. Boston Globe. "Well , " said Conductor Jones , "one of the funniest things that ever hap pened occurred on my train one day at Bethlehem. An old man whom I had noticed in the drawing room car as a very lively and talkative trav eler , got off at the station. I was standing at an open window of the cai just as the train was starting off , when whom should 1 see but the jolly old man rushing toward me from the out side. He pointed frantically to a win dow just back of me , exclaiming as well as he could while trying to catch his breath : "My valise left it there throw it out. " "Turning quickly I saw a large black valise in the seat indicated , and seiz ing it , rushed to the rear platform oi the car , where there was quite a num ber of gentlemen. Tossing it to one of the men as they blockaded the way , so that I could not get through , I shouted : "Throw it to the old man there. " "Without a moment's hesitation the man did as directed. As the valise left his hand he made an ineffectual effort to regain possession of it ; then with muttered exclamation , which I couldn'l comprehend , leaped from the train , seized the ill-fated baggage , and was Justin time to board one of the real cars. It was all done in an instant. He made his way forward and angrily asked : "What did you tell me to throw thi : valise off for ? " "Because the old man wantedjit. " "Well , then , he is a thief. That va lise is mine. " "Then , " said I , laughing , for th < whole situation seemed so perfectly ridiculous , "why under the sun die you throw it ? Didn't you know youi own property ? " "Yes , but then it was so sudden , ane you told me to throw it , and " "But the roar of laughter that greet ed his explanation broke short his sen tence. " Sparing His Feelings. Chicago Herald. As you approach Cincinnati from thi north the railroad runs directly througl the beautiful Spring Grove cemetery and passengers are always interested ir the sights to be seen. In the seat aheac of us was a couple , evidently on a bri dal tour , but yet accompanied by i little girl about nine years of age Some thought the mother was step mother to the child , and others tha the husband had become stepfather but the mystery was solved as we en teredthe cemetery. The little one was quick to notice the locality , am as the husband went back to the coolei for a drink , she cried out , "Oh , mam ma , this is the place where we buriet papa. Maybe we can see his grave ! ' "Hush , child ! " she whispered. "Bu if we do see it , " continued the prattle : in spite of a pinch , "we won't let oi about it nor say a single word , 'cans * it might make our new papa ioel cu up ! " QUEER THIKQS IN PEOPLE'S EAR . Terrible Sensation * of One Whose Ear Bad Been Long Stopped. "You would bo astonished , " said a skilled aurist in one of the public eye and ear infirmaries , "at the large num ber of children who are brought to us in the coarse of a week to have some thing removoei from their ears that they have foolishly stuck in them and. have been unable to get out again. I * have sometimes disposed of ten such cases in an afternoon , and have pulled almost everything out of the- human ear that it is possible to get in 'there shoe buttons , pieces of slate pencil , candies and wads of paper. Four times _ out of five thoyoungsteris old enough to know better ; but it is a habit they fall into , the same as biting their nails or scratching their heads. One boy not 12 years old is almost a weekly visitor here. 'Well'I said , as I saw him come i in as usual yesterday afternoon , 'what > have you got in there this time ? ' f 'Nawthin' but a bean , ' he drawled. Oh , yes , I took it out. , "But I recently met with the most f remarkable case of the kind in twenty years' practice. A young woman of 23 came in so deaf that I could hardly ; make her hear my shouting through a trumpet. After removing a great i quantity of wax from her ears I found something metalic. " 'What's this ? ' I said , 'have'you been putting , something in your ear ? ' " 'Oh , dear , no , ' she said , 'I'm not so foolish as that. ' "Imagine her surprise when I pulled out a smooth , round brass button , with / quite a large shank to it. 'This seems ( to have been in there a great many / years'I said. To my surprise the . , young woman crouched in the corner in undisguised terror. Jf Jl " 'Oh , doctor , ' she said , 'what is that J 'J awful noise ? ' { I ] "It was nothing but a wagon rum bling by , but I instantly saw what the trouble was. Her hearing had become normal when I removed that button , and she was frightened and bewildered at the jumble of confusing sounds. The ticking of the clock , chirping of the canary , or dripping of water distressed her , and the rustle of her own silk , dress made her start with fear. I sent one of the asjistants home with her in a carriage , and he said that the clatter in the streets so distracted her that he was compelled to hold her in her seat. About a week afterward she came in again " "And wanted that button put back , I suppose , " interrupted the reporter. "Oh , no she was "brimming over with happiness , though for a day or two she was afraid to leave the house. But she told me about that button. 'When I was about eight years old , ' she said , * ' 'I was sent to a village church in New ' England with my grandmother. The J sermon was always long and J tiresome , and I used to amuse j myself by pulling at the brass buttons " ' on my cloak. One of them came off / on Sunday , and I occupied myself for a time with putting it in my ear and then shaking it out again. Suddenly I felt ' it sink away in there and I could not get it out. I was afraid to tell my i grandmother at the time , and soon ' afterward forgot it. At 10 years of age I began to grow deaf and have been J. getting worse ever since , but I never ( ' thought of that button until you re- j' moved it. ' " ] > "Do grown up people , " asked the reporter - ; ' porter , "ever come to you with things | ' in their ears ? " i "Frequently , but in most cases it is through no fault of their own. I know | one man , a butcher , who comes here regularly in the summer to have flies reinoveel from his ears. I have taken out six at one time for him. However they get there I don't know. He says they fly in ; but they don't fly out , I'm sure ot that. A man called me out of bed one night to get a Croton bug out of his ear. Now , a water bug will ' never back. He must either turn around | ] or go straight ahead. This fellow had crawled into the man's ear , and , not finding room enough to turn around , went ahead. He was pawing away with his feelers on the drum.causing the poor man fearful agony. " Should Women Carry Umbrellas ? .Letter to Boston Globe. Humph ! And so everybody on your staff is audacious enough to advocate the legislative prohibition to woman of the means of keeping her head dry when it lains. We do hope and pray that he is a married man with at least a half-dozen unmarried and unmarriageable - riageable daughters , and that they and his wife will all be caught out in an April shower with their new Easter bonnets on , and will march into his sanctum and refuse to stir a peg till he shall call coupes and let them stop at Mme. Fussandfeathers and order seven new bonnets. Serve him right if he had to pledge his watch to get rid of , them. We will wager a new hat that we can tell just how he carries a closed umbrella. He will balance it on the top of his shoulder , or else hug it un der his arm a square right angle to his side , with the greater part protruding in the rear , and then , pray , who holds the "death-dealing weapon" above the "danger-line ? " and who can do the most harm , he or "a woman with an umbrella at full sail ? He can , proba- tum est , for we were down town yes terday and in a crowd came within range of the metal tip of an umbrella perched upon the shoulder of a man. We knocked it away in self-defense ; he growled and knocked back , then turned and knocked again. Result : He has been released on bail to awuit consequences. For His Mother's Sake. Edward King tells one of the most ' ; delightful anecdotes of Carlyle yet put ' forth. That portentous pseudo-philos- i opher , Mallock , called on the old Scotchman and let himself loose , talk ing Carlyle almost to death. Carlyle ' listened imperturbably , invited him to tea and had him to smoke in the Ii- ' brary afterward. When at last the youthful sage thought proper to take pi his leave Carlyle accompanied him to t the door and saiel : "Well , good-bye ; I've received ye kindly because I knew your mother , but I never wswt to sot eyes on ye again ! "