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Horto UU Klll.r. We baTs beard that the groat Robert Keok, Who pull bsople's bieainrrs ID M>tk, lit* (11coTere( ft cnra, That i certain Mui sure To make ell the l.acillieroak. Alii every oue will iky A. h* wU hU w. riu. way . If ho hwo't th* (onipUon To kill the eooiuuipVou, He'll surely ilr.vr pimp us awej." " The Insect* that pray an the noee, The genus tbat reside i'wiit the toe*. Anduat D|> the tissue. He'll rob of iliir luae, And i-olicu tbeui info repoe. CV.usuiiip 1 u iu srlie-t st*, Beioie id eoBMUDpMw t all, He'll cure by Injection, With great circuimpecUoa. And S'juirt at thf worms till they tall. For lupus and pimplei, And glandular dlniplei. Through very suiall dote* of lyuipb. Although they are clannish, Wi I gm upend vaniib. Xrnui old msu ami y-ung man end nyuiph AQ 1 so I should thiuk w should say. A we tbiok of the rrfat Hi-r'. h . If bo batu'c the gmuptiuu To cure ttieeoniuuipiioii, Be'll surely drivu pliuples away ' Kewt. Before Hi- H.l.v Came. Fannie Windtcr, in the Century : Toero was a time when niy -llso .urse Wai wrenched not out ul j -lot i I did not about till I waahoarss, And point out every point : Nor llirica the same juke try 10 tell. Aud mangle it and ineini Mr wife ba<l time to lliteii wull, before the baby caine I There wai a time wbeu here and there I flitted lik. a bird; My wife wi ut witli uie every There. Juit worn I said tUe word : We aaw the boat-race and tl.u plav. We watcbed the baseball n one We bad a free fuot.M they ta/, Before tbe baby cauie I There wa a lime wben I alone Was by tuy wife adored ; I >t on tbe ilciuiMtic thnue. The sole aod sovereign lord, aly crowu it gone. Witliout a tbank . Be takes my very name - I've Dot a vrsuee of my rack Before tl.o baby came 1 THE " PRIIA Dtttffli When my pride was tare that I wai hidden by lha wall it allowed me to itop ad listen, and, in spile of il, for a moment choking with regtet, I wa* on the point of running after Mina to 1*11 her bow sorry I was that I hid spoken io. A moment later I ahould have been beside her aod all would have been well, perhaps, bat clear and dis- tinct tbat little trill sounded on tin- still evening air, and the echo crept down tbe alley with tho refrain, " Uud das hat uilt Ibreni f ingen 111* Lorelei getuau." With a shudder I turned and climbed tbe gray itonii stairs alone Alone ! I had never seemed alone there before. There wire deep groove* la th* steps where tb* btavy shoes of ths poor people, living on the different floor*, bad worn tbe tone away, in the age* they had been climbing, just aa they would go on climb- ing for who oould toll how many age* mere; bnt among them all, with all their burdens, I am sure tbat tbe heaviest weight over those winding Uighls, was the heart tbat I carried with m* hal night, con- lantly saying to mn : " Yo oan do better, you can do better. Mina is no longer proud Of you." Many a time those Hairs bad teemed to me like tbs grand approach to lorne great castle ; liku th* goldsu stops of the Kbine romances ; like the m%rb!e flights of sunny Italy, some fairy charm invariably trans- forming them for tbe littlu heart that was ver so full of tbe snushine which pervaded Mica's life anil thertfore mine. Now a oloud had coma between an. and having no nnshine of my own I was left in darkness. We had often quarrel*'! bsfors, bat Mina was always as angry as I. Ws bad fought oat our little battle* and one or the other bad ooDi|n*rad, dissipating our wrath in tbs jay of making up long before tha sun went down. Hut to-night I bad been angry all alone and Mina had laughed al me. My little cloak of fond o-mceil her hand had lorn away. My beautiful rainbow of elf satisfaction she had obliterated. At fourteen years of age I fell that my life was Utterly blasted, and up from the rook upon which I bulieved that I was wrecked I seemed to look, only to*** my Mln*. sitting upon tho high cliff above, laughing al my diitresi. II was all folly, no doubt, but Ilk* th* castle with Its li-gends and tho wonderful fairy tales which we bad so of ton acted, it seemed much more ritsl to me than real life and H i|>|irl. I ooald not eat my supper, little though llinra was of il at the beil. Tbe dry black bread ehoked me, and, with hot tears burning in my eye*. I crept into my rods bed to loss about all night, upon the blank t. in bewildered, dreamful sleep, ver haunted by a hideout vision of a dis- torted Lorelei laughing al her tortured victim. At last, however, of their own wanton fancy, the dreams took a wayward lorn toward *om*thing bettor. I teamed to be fitting In u wonderful aparlm*nt, the like of which I am sure that I had never seen before, with shi els of canvas on wooden frames about me and a oorious tripod sop- porting one of them dlrtolly In front of me. Upon this 1 seemed to be ardently working. In ons haml I held a thin board upon which war* lltlle mounds of oolor; bright, soft, pi iabl* oolor. In th* other hand I held a little brush. Al the bottom of the - %nvas before me ther* wa* bin* water. Out of this a great rook row, ssamed with many fissures, scraggy with mou and ullnging vines ; and sealed high upon the summit of tbs rook was a lovely figure, more beau lit V than anything that I had ever seen, railing a bright smll* upon me, as in breathless eagerness I reallxtd thai 1 wai producing it. Suddenly ttarting from my iltep, I sat gp in bed, rubbed my eye and looked about roe. The little wlndnw wai gray with th* first light of the morning. Th* little roon with it* bare wall*, was barrsn and oold about me and the beautiful vision was gone. Cloimg my eyes I saw II ones more, and, teeing, 1 seemed In some strange way Io know that ths picturs was the l.nreli i. I had never seen an artist's itudlo, anil I knsw absolutely nothing of his means or methods, so, though the dream wa* dli tlnol and iilear and as I now know aosnrats, I ooald not then understand it . bat as 1 Mt with my nyes shot voice seemed peaking to ins, saying something which 1 ooald h*ar hot nol understand. II WM lika a sony without wordt, like a painting without outline, and I responded without knowing why. I moved, utterly anooniciou* of what it wai that I wai bidden to do, only realizing tbat I matt go somewhere and for tome purpose. I cannot pot tbi* more plainly. It wai limply that the voice ipoke to me and that I wai obeying when I gath-red up my preclou* crayon* aod, taking the broken loaf of black brsad in my hand, before the lumbering mitt* had been routed from their coach in the Rhine valley, ttole away from Boppard, up the river, only pant- ing tc wliitpur a tad farewell to tbe shadows lurking about Mine's door at I paned it. On and on and on along the bank of the, Rhine I plodded without hem ation and with almott the oontoiout Mnsa tiou cf boMing in mine tome stronger hand that wai constantly leading me. CBAP1ER III. I. iHH.kl the the ipirci of St. Goar were in distance, before night, bat, having no money, I had no oie for the city and crept under an arch of tbe uew railroad, makiog my bed there, with a gione for a piilo* ; and, after ooo eleop at a tired boy intut calch darfni; tbe dark boon, I ttirted on again with the earliest gray of the xcorning and wai toon wetting my way through the streets of Bt. Goar. The bakera' windowt were the only sight* that attracted me at I patted, and their bunt and cake* and pastry were tbe only things which I remembered after I had left the paved street* behind. Hnog*r made them fascinating ; bat a boy without money who could not iteal and would not beg could only deny himself ; to, leaving th crowded thoroughfares behind, he continued hit way op the Rhine. I had never before been *o far a* Bt. Goar, and had never in my life teen a picture lave that in my dream of the famous rocn, jnit above the oity, ritiog opon tbe opposite bank ; bai a* I came open it, early in the morning, (he blue water laving iti baac, tbe mitt hanging about the tumrnit, I inttantly recognized it at tbe Lorulei. Every team and fracture wai identical with tbe picture in my dream. Kvery weather-itain wa* *.* I bad sran it upon the imaginary oanvai. Each crannied nook, with iti cluttered vine* clinging to ton t. rrao>-B. wai indelibly imprinted unon my memory before I feotd it. Think of it a* yon will, tbe fact remain* ; though I cannot explain it. Shuddering, ehivering, hungry, tired, oold Ten in tbe warm *anlight, I sat down upon thu bank to wouder what it meant. Ouly the phantom on the cliff wa* wanting, tor tbe mitt* disappeared at tht> tun rote , bat with my eye* I traced tbe outline, at I bad teen it ; a ngure which, like the oroei of tbe Wandering Jew, wai dettined to fol- low me relentlessly, through year* and yean to oomv, urging on the neroett tires 10 barn bentath life's crucible, till they purged me, till they rid me of my raieap prebeniion, forcing me in blindnen to tee n 1 in ignorance to know not th* banity bat the bleating, not the oruthy but tbe kindneii of my Mine bomeume* while 1 eat there, a* though tuggetiive, almoet prophetic of that which wai beyond, I teemed to through the phantom a beautiful figure, the beautiful Hgure of my dream, beckoning to me, injiling upon me and calling me toward it till, wbitpering something about a life out of death, a victory oat of defnat, a triumph, aotue day, somewhere, for Mina and for me, hidden deep in the heart of the Lorelei. Surely they were (trance intuition*, but tor tbat they were th* more real. Of course I did not nnderetand thorn but 1 felt them, in tome way 1 kniiw that my dream wa* foretelling something important, something which I shoold know, and that these until lion* were warning me and guiding me . Dot I could not understand. Just at 1 knew my dream that I wai painting the real rock and th* Lorrlei, just e>* I reooguiiMd the rock afterward* wben I name upon it, [ knew that thote intuitions bad a mean- og and I recount/ it each meaning in its fulfillment, at it oame afterward. Alai I that we cannot mad tbe handwriting no the wall till it it ii plain. <1 to nt in the g au*> the kingdom IK I all day, without moving, drowsily awake, naif dreaming, knowing that 1 ihonlil know something but utterly and thuddrring in the ihsilow of the Lorelei. I had neither powrr nor inclina- tion to go any farther. The hand that led me on teemed to have left mo, and, without i|in'i<iioii, I remained ai though I had been iiis'.inoiively biddeu to ttay there. Late in the afternoon tome one touched my boulder and a peculiar voice, deep and tern, and not over attractive, to a child, said , " What is lost with you, lad T Uave you mined your way or your will ? " Looking up, 1 recognised the ttranger who had pa***d through Hopptrd. Then 1 knew why It wa* that I had waited them all ilay ; but utterly nuable to ipeak I only prang toward him. A corlout apparition it mutt have bean : A raggnd, barefooted, half willed boy ; itumb with exponor*. fatting and surprise , not half *u bright a* mint boy* at hi* best . that taddenly dragged from the fascinat- ing Imrr.ir of that grim fancy Into inch entimtntt of joy and anger at were epon- taneoutly aroused In hit denant but help- led breast at confronting the dettroyar of hi* prld* and at onro the only promt** that he might ever Ixi proud again. U. II V " the itranger taid, deliberately tapping back to avoid my grain. I MUM evaded, however, in catching hit hand and clang to It In the fear tbat, being annoyed by my stupidity, he would turn away again before I found the power to tpaak. " I aaked you what wa* out with yon," h tald, sternly. " Ar* your wlti wool Nathtrlng T 11 E viJeo tly , you oo<nprQtnd me ; bat alai I am still failing to comprehend you. Now a very tow word* from you. if wall arragned, would enlighten me. How would it be if you wtre to tell me why you were here all alone ?" "I am waiting for you, sir," I gained in despair, and then wondered at the reply ; though I knew it wai quite true. It was not till a moment before that I had real- i/.-'d. myaelf, that it wai for him that I had been there all day 13 patiently wait- ing ; but the moment I law him I wai a* in re of it a* If I had known it all day. " Waiting for ma ? " h6 replied, in the tame low tone. " Tr.n it a remarkable situation, my child. It ii very pleating I aaenre you to discover that you) oan speak, however. SopfOM you try to apeak again." I did not in thu least understand him. I only realized that in oome way it teemed to please him tbat I (poke and, aniiout moil of all not to displease, at least, I made another eager effort and aoooeeded to far at to whisper, " Ub, I have been wait- ing *o long I " Again, in thorn slow, dalioerate tone) he repeated, " Yon have been waiting so long ? Now, my dear boy, can you not see that that is not progress ? Yoo seem to com- prehend this matter entirely, bat I pray you to consider me loit io unfathomable ignorance. Ucoe more reflect, if possible." Here he laid bis free hand, not ankindly, on my shoulder ; bat there was something so item in it, after all, tbat it frightened me as he continued : " Make another effort now and tell me, if yon oan, who you are " Desperately I exclaimed, " You know me already I You know me I " Indeed, for yoor sake and my own, my child, I wish that I did know yoo, but I assure yon that as yet I, at leatt, am utterly ignorant of the fact. How, indeed, should I know yoo, being an otter stranger." Why, I am the boy who oan do better if he will only study," I cried. Tbe boy who oan do better it be will only study ? " he replied as before. " Now, my young friend, is tbat to exceptional a thing upon the Rhine that it makes one celebrated, till a Mtranger from a far country, most be mppoted to recognize him at sight, upon the strength of such a reputation ? Why, in the land where 1 wa* fostered, there wen, 1 presume, a hundred boy* who oonld have done better if they had studied." " Von know me, *ir I " I cried, interrupt- ing htm, for the slow progress of his words, which had but lililb meaning to me, was unbearable . a.-id still pressing anxiously toward him, in a way tbat maet have toaohed hit pity, 1 think, for in the end he laid hit band upon my check, and, lifting my face to his, said more gently : " It strike* me in reality you are makiug a miltake, my boy. 1 think if yon will ie- fleet a little wr shall come at it better. Now, if it is true tint I know you, tell me something eta* by wnioh 1 may know tbat I know you " " You are tbe on*, sir. You are, I know," I periiitrd. " I do not deny Ii." be replied, demurely smiling, " but which one? what one?" That one who looked at ray picture on the wall and told me I oould do better it I would only itndy," I lobbed. Ah t" h* laid with a tih, and bii large gray eye* retted on mt with a carious mile. He lifted bii eyebrow* a little, and laying hi* band again upou my shoul *r, aid : " Now, at least, see bow you have enlightened me. Yta, I am the one. I perfectly remember now that there wa* a boy, though I shoul.l never have thought that yea and be were one, drawing a pic- tun on tbe wall, by the way to tho castle, down at Boppard, a day or two ago. Ye*, I remember tbe work quite distinctly. There wai a river and a knight and t tree. I 1 wai a battle toene. Yes, and if my memory aeivts me, I believe that I was correct, though somewhat discourteous, in asserting that the boy who oould do so well as that would have done even better than he did as the result of a little more ttody." "Of coarse 1 ihould!" I exclaimed, and I oame here to tell you tbat I would." 1 Oam* all tbe way from Bnppard to tell me that you would study art?" he repeated, looking at me wonderingly. " That wa* a rare bit of wasted ^aoins, but genius is always very wasteful in itself. Watt a bit, my boy, a sudden thought has com* to me. Look sharp now I tall me truly or 1 shall know It if you II* ! who wai it thai sent you ignorant of how to find it out ; shivering 1 ,f Mr ,, \Vho told yon to come to me ?" Yon did, sir. You said it, and I came," I exclaimed ; "and there is nobody any- where who care* if I go or If I come.' " It wa* a very ourioos constrnction for a boy to pat upon to brief a stall iu. i.t of an obvioo* fact," h* Maul, deliberately, " and If it i* advice from me that you are seeking, I ihould oertalnly bid yoo KO baok, forthwith, to lloppard ; work faithfully for yoor father and mother, at any good boy ahould, and and give up forever any foolish notion* about art. Art i* a hard and whimtioal master. 1 would not willingly makt ray M If a tlave to it if I were you ; only tlii* : If ever, for pastime, I did draw a piotore, j even though it were only a picture on the ) wall, I would hsv* certain care that the water wa* not green and that the meet prominent knight, in the foreground, wai not a* tall a* a tree growing h-Mi, i,. him. That ! all that I meant; jnst a suggestion that a In tie study would bettor it in rome of ill detaili." Every word and motion seemed to repel me, ysl I only elapsed his hand th* oloser, ' feeling that hn alonn ooald tave me from himself, whom I fearod. Thai, desper- ately, I replied : "I have no father or mother to work for and I will not go back to Boppard. Dow I* a boy to make blue water with green crayon? Oan a man do it? Giv* m* ooloiR, real, true oolort, and I will ihow yon now that I oan do better than that." The itranger tat deliberately down upon I opened m, mouth in , ifr.ntic effort to * ' and laughed at m*. II r.ply.butinvsm; I oould only shake n>T ml((hl h . ve b(M , n oont ^ t , .mbarrtsting " I notice that yon have a longu* In there," hi observed with a faint smile. " II Is a pity If yon do not understand tha use of il. ' Uls eye* teemed plerning through and through me. Hut still ipeaklng slowly and more as though to himself than so m*, h* continued : " It is fins material to be running to wsste. 1 lay, ray boy, reflect I Are you awake ? I am taking it for granted that you undsrtland Ihs language I am speaking." and wounding, evan tu a boy'i pride, to be langhed at in this way, had it not been that the overwhelming satisfaction, in finding him sitting down, where there wai no Im- mi iliate danger of hit taming away from me. obliterated everr other sentiment ami 1 waited patiently till at last ho observed : ' II slowly dawn* apon me that yoo ar*, Indeed, something of a ganins; there I* no doubl ab, mt It ; bnt I* It nol lha Inalienable iioallly of gnnlui to oreate ? When would be. tb* arllslio ate blue crayon to produce it T" " I have only these three pieces in the world," I replied, taking the precious crayons from my pocket. " We found them, Mina and I. This U red and that one is green and that one brown. I know what colors they are, and I used slate for the knight'iarmor. I knew that that wai nearer the right color for water, too, than my green crayon, bat tbe knight came right up agtioit the water so I ooald cot have them both the same, and I oared more for him than for the watr to be right. Then I made the tree just a* big as the itonet wai, and because the stone was not big enough, 1 made the tree smaller than it ought to be to a* to show what it was. That ii how it oame. I had no money to buy what color* I wanted or I would have done better before." "No money?" he replied, "ah! now we arrive at the vital point. Yon were quite right in conning to me for money, etna* it wai I who gave you the advice which you were unable to follow without it. I premme that you would only expect me to lend yon a thaler, bnt ih-i demand is too moderate. Here is a Louis d'or. You are quite welcome to it ; or, if yon witb, when you have made your self a Raphael or an Angelo, yon oan teturn it. Take it, my boy, lake it I Bay. 'Tin not a charity ; I am only loaning it to you." In all my life I had never teen a gold coin before, except in the Boppard money ohaoKer's mindow, behind tbe iron grating. I had uevrr onoe held so much as a silver thaler in my band ; I bad never pocaeeted a groeohen of my own individual right. With two eye* (trained to their utmost capacity the boy looked at the glittering coin. What would not a Louis d'or pro- duce for him 1 Food ? He wa* hungry. Crayon* ? How he longed for them ! All tbe world, twice over, I thought that sach a sum would boy. I even wondered if Mina might not forget that I ooald do better if she knew that I was the proud poiseaaor of a great vellow Louis. The boys of Boppard, too 1 How I had envied them the paltry ooins they Oid to vaunt, knowing that I had none of them. Vengeance U sweet, even to a boy ; aod mv band trembled to loach tbe Louis ; bat my eye* coked for an instant into tbe gray eyes of tbe stranger and something there sent th* hot blood rushing to my cheek*. Hardly knowing why, I fiercely struck tbe band that held the gold toward me, exclaiming angril : It wai tor oolort, true color* thai I aiked ; not for that ! I only want to thow yoo that I oan do better." Smiling Hill, th< stranger picked op the gold, brushed off the dutt and pot the Lonit in bit packet, slowly repeating, at before : " Colors, true colon.' Qeniui it ever *o ilnpidly dissatisfied with gold. Well, if it most be colon, why, oome, my boy, sit down beside me. There! Bit, I said, not tumble down. What, are yon ill? " " No, sir," I mattered faintly, trembling, however, with alarm at my own weakness, thoagh it was sorely natural enough under the oironmttanoee, when, turning to obey, I stumbled and wonld have fallen had not the stranger caogbt me. Then, a* he seated me safely by bis side, he pot his arm about me, drew me toward him, and looking down into my face hs said very gently, " 1 fear, my boy, that yon are ill." It wa* only a little act of common kind- ness, no doubt ; only a gentle look ; only a loach of ooinpesMon, bat, ooming as it did, it opened all the foantaius that were fall to overflowing, just beneath the surface of the tired eyes, and they reeponded in a flood of tears, while the boy cried a* only a boy oan cry when nature, strength and courage have deserted him, and for the tint time in his life he feels the support of a etrong arm about him io bis weakness, and in hit loneliness the touch of the soft hand of sympathy. Tbe stranger drew the head down upon hii knee and urntly stroked the hair from the forehead until the tears fljwed less freely. Th-n, by curious sounds, I knew tbat he must be doing something and im mediately began to wonder what it was, till presently cariosity Isd me to for*; t my lobs and ptep through the miitt for a momentary investigation. One glimpse was enough to open my eyes wide an.i 1 oould almott have cried again for joy. From a little case which had been hanging over his shoulder ths stranger had taken a ii|uar* piece of oanvis and fattened it to a wooden frame, then be took brushes, three or for of them. Altogether thev were nol *o large a* th* rmallest brush which th* Bop- pard xign painter nesd for his mostdelinate work. Then he took oat jatt such a thin piece of board as I had set- n in my dream, and from a oast* he drew small bottle* of soft, shiny itniT. from which he priseid drop* of bnatitif nl color on the board. True oolor 1 White, blue, green, brown, red, black. Hrealhlrsslv I told off the drop* a* they oame ; real life pigments ana an artist's palette, jast as I had seen them in my dream ; bnt never anywhere else. Lait of all, he took a delicate penoil from the oaae, and. looking down with a smile at my eagerly upturned face, he (aid : If tin- Sturm has cleared away suftl oiently, why, here are tbe Iras colors that .Hi asked for, and 1 ihould like to see yon experiment with them. Oraw tbe picture with this penoil first ; draw It lightly . only distinct enough for you to ate what you are doing , then fill in the oolor. Do you see ? Try making op that battle scene again for me." 1 heard very little, and I am inie I cared m i>n leas what il was that h* wa* tayinK or what about the battle loene, for I held the oanva* upon my knee and th* pencil in rnv hand. Of courts th* penoil was innoh softer than my orayons, oat th* oenvss was not so hard as th* wall, so that the work was not entirely new in its results. My fingers moved nervously, bnt nol care- lettly, and to some extent 1 seemeil to know what I wai doing really without knowing. I had formed no plan of what my skttoh should be, yet 11 wai not the battle lotna. It wa* th* great rook over th* river. It wai hanllv the great rook either, for I do not think thai 1 onoe looked at II. It wai really the painting of my dream that I wai repro daolng from memory. Kvtn thii 1 did not tally real! , myself, until with bated breath 1 tornod an inquiring glance at ths itrangar who had been silently watch Ing me. (To * Continued > Lord Salisbury write* thai an early dissolution of I'arltment * not probable. leu id and Abased bv Tha* Whan Me There are few men who ar* courted, blessed and cursed than reporter. Tbe World says that he SB everywhere when it ha* no use for him or desires to keep sxnelhing secret from abe public eye ; then when it ha* something which it desires to display and by tbe display bring honor to one or more of ill inhabitants and the reporter it alow in seeing the great importance of that in which they are interested, then " he is no where, at the best a good for nothing. New*) to him is of no value until it become* hie- tory." The reporter has to deal with a strange crowd. Some of them lay, tbat " They would die if their names got into print," others onjjy the beet of beat th striving to get them there, yet. in iptlo of the peculiarities of the people he Hvie aod moves among thim a* though all were his fneods ; that h- ua< frtendt even in place*, who are ant afraid to own him i be seen from the bold stand taken by Cbap- lain Allison when lie held the onerooe position as chaplain of the Minneaoto Senate. One morning he startled that august aseemblv with the following pruroration : " And now. dear Lord, oiees the reporter*, whose nimble pen* oelo*. every word almost before il is altered. Like Thyself, they are omnipresent and almost omnipotent. If we take tbe wings of ihe morning and fly to the uttermost* parti of the earth, they are there. They meet us in the jangles of Africa, they way- lay as in the solitary canyons of Colorado, and when at length we find tb latitude of the maijceuc pole, tx hold they are tbesm. May their light and goodness be equal to their power, and whfu the General Assem- bly of Heaven convene*, let no reporter be excluded. Amen. Rfw. T. J. Mocf*Un i* irburvjwt / Una.) Herald. PARU THAWING OUT. eremt Uauiac" Cam***! In France by the Heavy Krosla. A Paris otbl* says : At last the thaw has arrived after a fro*t the severest fox eighteen years. Never in tbe aonals of Pari* has so much misery been known M for th* past few wsek*. The enormous elae* of sufferers consist! of painteri, brick- layers, gardeners, and snob like. Then are probably 50,000 people unemployed. I be vote of 6.000 OOOf . by Ihe Frenob Gov- ernment did more to popularize the Gov- ernment than any other legislative Mil. Then oame an appeal from the press, mod two days' collection amounted to liO.OOOf. Tbe market gardener* round Pant are in despair. Their crape are totally ruined. Tbe price of \fjet%bles in Parts is saoh that tbsy are a luxury only for tbs riob. The Seine's ice shrvud is rapidly breaking op down stream. Tbe logs used M break op the ice have carried away many old narrow bridges, mob a* 1'oisey. Popular That the physician collects hi* bills with greater ease than th* tailor. That men never read ooak- books or fashion magazines. That only tbe eye-glassed young lady feels that inward blin which comes of culture. l'hi a paatioi for fancy drink) denote* a love of the beautiful. That there is a good-looking woman in the world who doesn't know it. mThal there il anything that hat severed ore frienaship* than in* simple phre.ee Lend me five dollar*." Palatcr from a Barber. " Whal a foolish habit some men have of patting water on the hair in this kind of weather!" remarked one of tbe l>a.)ue*ne barberi yvatrr.iay. " Why pal water on the hair at all 1 It is done, *o be sure, to make the hair lie down, bat it is more of a habit than a-.iythir-; ale*. 7he hair oan be brushed dry as wall M wet. You see, men go out of barber shop* with tbe water running from behind their ears. In a few minutes it ii changed into ioiclee. Th* next day they complain of earache, neuralgia or pain in th* back of the head. Do yon wonder why ? Tbe ctn*e is nol deeply bidden. It is not water on the brain this lime, but ioe on ths hair." I'll t (burg Ditfatck. e was Be nslrlam. Uoohestsr tfnvJu : Father Where SM the girls going to-night? Mother Ther*) Is a rehearsal of " The Messiah," 1 believe. Father, sharply Ha* that infernal dano* crass com* east ? A ,,!..! Him. New York \CK-I Old Ueneroui And what did 4aola Clan* bring yon, my little man ? Mamma Show the kind gentleman your beautiful toy bank, Tommy. ii.- Veeef It. Boston J\f : Yon oan utilise N*w Year's by sending the present which you didn't want to the person whom yon forgot. What HUM Hint. Byraoase HmU . Who killed Parnell T I," said Kilkenny , " I'll bet a penny I killed Parnell." RocnisTga has a Society for Ihe Organi- sation of Dharity which is worked in a*- vinianoe wilh th* following object* and principles Kirsl tViiptiretlon between ItulividoaJa ehurohs* ami ehartUtbl* eganoiw. both publte ami private, thus pnmnumn the overlapping of relief. Seoond Haeli Investigation as will uur* aa sootirata knowledge of ooh applicant for ass anee. Third -Tbe exposure of habitual t fraud* r.-iiri h Th snsalaaMoa of a t>.vt> of rrteadly Minors wlui shall UT pvrnoual nitvnMt and sjsa mili\ gradually lunM up h*Mu of sating aael mlustry among Hi* l*w> forluoatei, the* UK and elevating tlio IIOUM. Fifth Tb* bolpniii of ths p,v>r l.> lin'p solT** by waking iMiiplovuisal th* relief. Witiai do all the girls go T" Ike PI drlphia /.'. ,v,l ik, and proaeidi to give, the names of over two hundred yoang girl* who have disappeared at completely fro their frlendt and that oily aa though < ' sarth had opened op and swallowed it The majority were between th* age* of 14 and 16 year*. It 1* a great m\ story. The Farmer*' Alliance it going to attend it* organisation to New York State. , t