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 4.3S«S»-,.,..,.^^. ,. EEBY " and ED aserspfSeedstosendft re and Priced Catalos ie for 1883, Sent I esg. -K SEED HOUSE, •eet East, Toni uty is a J07 Toni or ffiw^hl fifiji if similar name. Tin Sayre, said to a ladyj â€" 'â-  As you ladies i â-  Gouraud's Cream' I the Skin preparvti ix months, using it 5 Subtile removes sup ;o the skin. T. GOURAUD, jprietor, 48 Bond St.. iig'gists and Fancy u the U.S., Canaday in X. Y. City, ai r ich's. Ridley's and ff^ Beware of bar ird for arrest and r jnc. IRUi at our Stock lor liberal orJeHgi"*^ to believe that ib» .rtainly isoneoltsj neat, Clothier' Department, iw Jnderclottaag^^ mbrell. PeP*' lent of Goods. Vj .are inkeeptfcj 5uyers IrrJ ftrC" [^ SACRIFICE oK, lie substuLce of Howard Ev- |Ti'"' ,rsr the name woj k tipon which â- - '"•"' " BV eloquent thought.. There wu Icarit" JooK up"" Aiumiel Anthou'« face look as though the mui- "'^â- "'^ftfeninV **^^^ ^^ftcr was sho.tcr, not so careful- |lett«r .naid, â- ; ailing for yf^;^!*.)! 'e skeleton U.T'^H i^'^-^). anl, ^*,^-.;i. •^â- ' ^-^ pounds tl iRKD STALLlONTr^p- ^t^rorsmall team â-º ' Pedisroc, c! "g^j^'b' nters, Toront^ "'^OI'U •M:^."?^ '^^â- Ds. CITY ternis of paymenw^ te A-en;, 25 Toronto I-Va TO DISPOSE qJ I'^iness of any descriol' -^re Should call or'^e" ^er!£^nd|£^^^^ ELIA8LE" jjgrcy 3 "'i^j'jYjj very frank, honest sort of ""for all that. He understood now, wliat Mr- Antbon had meant by u:ight feel ditfereutly toward ip°^ ht'u be knew all about the intimacy '"'• *h a uuoe existed between the Aa- '"'^uJ the Kvriugham* he did know all, 'm" fttii^u" lemained unaltered. He a'teiiipt to disguise the truth that '"" To^'e^K^ " '" manner of his Jither's IBC had broiuht sorrow into his heart, heavy shadow upon his life. "^^"'[yjnot sp-ak'of the man whose act -â-  „,a,ie him fatherless. '••Louie," where she was bitting in iront of said Muriel, cue morning early her daughter came into her "« â-  here are cards for Maude Far- .•fptiiJii f suppose we ought to go v.c attended tiie vT^eddin^." murmured Louie, rather imim.:;; iu one of the draped some were continued Muriel, the engraved card she •'Howraauy receptions 3 season " such tiresciue affuiirii," UK: a'i 1'" I- appose no, â- â- â- â- -.tW, ' "' ^. ',„^,rt' :inl Ituiiing down with "" .-le'u;. ii: two lutle boys who .â- .^'vb'alhr.t,' eacii other vigorou.^ly iu the ".•Vt-^, v,-e ought to i;o, ::.:;.ni^iy. saidyin, tlu ill licr l;aua. jvfc b,eu given tins season ^••Ar.d they are such tiresciue ai I'l'l/juic, smking down into a ciiair "the 'ftinsare generally 30 crowded, and it is so !tiii "ami formal Germans are lovely, but i-,. p'.ious 'â-  and Louie's red lips curled â- a little /.'(ow expressive of great dis;just •or tliis species ct fashionable entertaiu- u-tat. Xlic evtiiiug of Mrs. rarnum s reception .ni; and very lovely Lode looked when dtdlet was completed, and she went into i:cr mother's room to see if she approved of .:, Her drcos was glistening cream white â-  ;ik, tiie transparent sleeves revealina; the -(â- ucd arms from the shoulder to the tops of rbe long, delicately tinted gloves, the Equai'e- ;!;t cjisage IcQvi'ig exposed a portion of the ..nfj.iy neck all hite, nothing to relieve â- .If da/zliug fairness 01 the toilet but the ....epgold 01 the wavy h.ir, which fell in its :o:t natural curl.-s, the rose-flush upon the .i:eeks, the red oi the parted lips. " Vou have uever looked so beautiful, 'Ii;i Louie," .-ai I tlie maid, enthusiastical- :-,, and Muriel, thrillint; with fond mother p i;le, said ".^iie is ri^lit, Louie, I have never seen \iii look luoie lovely." Many eyes i jllowe.l the girl as she moved tiiroiigii irs. Farnum's magnificent rooms :lmt nigh: it was a very fashionable recep- â- yj\, everybody of any consequence in soci- tty was tnere, and Louie, surrounded by a little throng of admirers, was very glad on the whole that she had come. "Mrs. VanAlstyne, do you know who that young lady is, the one in white: sitting nearly opposite to us talking with Mr. liraper?" Ttie question was a^ked by a gentleman wiio was conversing with a pretty young iinrriud laily. Kveu in these crowed rooms w litre there were many fine looking men the ^eatleinaii attracted attention. In tigure he was tall, rather heavily built, mJ perfectly proportioned, his face was a laiidionic one, the features almost perfect :i;t i; was not its beauty alone which made i: tlie rarely attr,ictiva face it was; the tr.oa^htlul earnestness of the dark eyes, the utttiinineu mouth, the firm chin, these at- tracted stranger eyes to it. It was a face '.vithout a single trace of weakness in it, yet •.here was an expresiion of almost womanly tecderucss about the lips, which were shad- ti hy a drooping moustache, v. hich matched ^li culor the golaeu brown hair which was 'ira'y suggestive of a woman's lingers thread- ing its solt waves. A face such as men re- -pe:t aud women love. The lady addressed raised her head with a smile. •' Do I know -who she is? Why, «' course I do, and I am surprised that you "' not she is Miss Louie Anthon, the only -luld or Mr. Russel Anthon. Would you ^iie t.i be introduced to her ' I am very ^vell a.-ii'aainted with her, her mother and I are oUi friends." "Ves, Mrs. Van Alstyne, I would like f'j be introduced to her she has a very 'â- '•cly lace, do you not think so'" "Oh, lovely," said Mrs. Van Alstyne, cntluuiastically, "There, Mr. Draper is leaving her, probably he is going to get 1 er an ice; uov,- I shall have suca a nice opportunity to introducing you, come " The tender, half melancholy strains of a beautiful German valse were tilling the rooms with melody, and Loui ;, her small glored hands lying in her lap, listened laeamily. "Louie how do you do? I have not had a chance to speak to you this evenins;." ^ae raised her iiead quickly as the words *tll upon her, looked up to meet a pair of dark earnest eyes, eyes unlike anything she had ever seen before. The tender music was rioatiug through the room, the dark tyes were looking; down into hers she lieardMrs. Van Alstyne's voice, but she could not distinguish what she was say- 'ng, for beiide the music her h«art was beating loud and fast, something had stir- 'â- td to life thereâ€" something wnich had never stirred before. Having introduced the two young peo- Pte, ilrs. Van Alstyne turned to speak ^0 a Ldy friend near her and with a deep Qush upon her face, Louie raised her eyes appeiliiigly to the handsome face above her. "i'ardou me," she murmured, "but I d.d not catch your name^ the music was ^0 loud, and Mrs. Van Alstyne spoke so rapidly." ^e bent his head lower, his breath just ftirred the s(rft rings of hair upon her wMto loreh ead, as he said ' My name is Roy Glenmore." .And just then Mrs. Van Alstyne return- •^^ to them and began talking in her awilt. iC wi? T Au^"^^' " terheSrt .topped Its wila. load boating. She h«d tmlw i fTw jmnute. conTersatiOT with Mr GW^ that night, those dark earnert^ ooked .gain into hers, ^nd Roy oSn,^* ISgSr "' "*°* " her Wwl CHAPTER XXX. LoniewMlatoto breakfast the morning following Mrs. Farnum' reception, and it Z^*u°^. vf« ?**" '^^ ^^ *»^« her place at the table that her father, who, Jring ftcished his breakfast, had been looking through the columns of the rooruinK Taner rose from his chair. i«i«r, "I must go," he said, glancing at the bronze clock on the mantel " i have an appointment at half past nine this morniDg xou will drive with me this afternoon wni you not, Muriel " "Certainly,' fchr answered, with a little bright smile up at him and then, having given her the kiss without which he never weiit out of Muriel's presence for any length of time, Arundel left the room and motner and daughter, alone in the handsome dining room, fell into conversation, the subject of which was the previous evening's enter- tainment. " You seemed to enjoy yourself, Louie, even thoutdi it was a tiresome reception," said M Uriel, hajiing back in her chair and idly reducing to a tiny heap of orumba the remnant of a delicate roll which lay beside her plate and a little fond, proud smile â-  flitted over her face as she continued: "I am quite sure yon did not lack admirers, for whenever I caught sight of you, you were the centre of a small throng of gentlemen." Louie laughed a little low, happy laugh. In a great many books nowadayi, the heroines are young ladies who are utterly indifferent to the pleasures of society, who take no de- light in the admiring homage of their mas- culine friends, who look coldly at the reflection of their own beauty, but Louis Anthon did not resemble ia the slightest degree these unnatural and unpleasant young persons. She was a thorough woman, therefore she liad a spark of vanity within her which made the knowledge that she was charming aud pleasing not at all disagree- able, on the contrary quite the reverse when she looked in the mirror and saw how pretty she was, she did not sigh heavily and turn away coldly, she always felt glad, very glad, that her dainty little nose was not a nez retrousse, that her eyes were not light and expressionless, her complexion dull and sallow. "I had a v^ry nice time last evening, mamma," she murmured, bending her pretty head over the mufhn she was buttering, with rather dreamy carefulness â€" "sj much nicer than I expected to have. I suppose it was because I met so many pleasant peo pie." People 1 As though Louie was thinking as she spoke of the people she had met the previous evening Only one person was in her thoughtsâ€" a person with dark, earnest eyes aud a firm but tender mouth, of whose existence she had not been aware twenty- four hours before. '•Yes, there were a number of pleasant people there," said Muriel, thoughtluUy, " and several that were strangers to me. That reminds me, Louie â€" who was that tall, handsome young gentleman you were talk- ing with shortly betore we left He was rather English-looking, and seemed to be well acquainted with the Van Alstynes I do not remember ever having seen him before." ^^ " His name is Glenmore, mamma,' Louie answered, "a Mr. Roy Glenmore. Mrs. Van Alstyne introduced him to me. ' "Glenmore," mused Muriel, mentally running over a long list of names well known in fashionable societyâ€" "the name is not at all familiar I do not recollect of ever hear- ing of or meeting any Gleumores. Who is he, Louie?" "I do not know anyth.ng about him, mammaâ€" who his grandparents were, what his father is, or whether he ia rich or poor, gaid Louie, quite unconscious of the faint sarcasm in her words. " He was very plea- sant, and, though I had only a few mo- ments' conversation with 1 im, I likecl him very much, indeed he seemed to be differ- ent from most young men." " Different " echoed Muriel. "In what respect different, Louie ' " n every respect," said the girl warmly, " I think Mr. Glenmore has a higher sense of honor, a deeper sense of truth, and more self-respect than most of the men I have "" Muriel opened her lovely eyes wideinsur- ' " Why my dear child, how could you in such a Very short time have gained^y knowledge whatsoever of this Mr. Glen- more's ti^ue character. You must know a Tan! know him well too, before you can .eU eyes L'old began to piece is she said, n is much self-respect he has." Louie's face flushed her grow dark. "Mamma, one look at a enough to tell you that it is go.d, earneW " One look at a tme enough to tell you that he is true. Muriel smiled as she looked into the flush- ed, earnest face. .^..^Tmio'" " What alittle enthusiast you aie,Lou.e she murmured. " Not all the gold pieces in chcSn^c pure gold, though they may "' But they do not ring true, mamma,' saidtu?e,Wy. "-Mr"° some one puts them to the test. "And while you are talking, d^a*. your breakfast is getting s^^^-^l" „ °S Muriel, taking up, the "^y.^Wi^*^^*^ Arundel had left lying on the ""le and looking over the marriage and deatn notices. „„fi„ pat-nc her But while Louie ?^.^'^-'thi^M thiLing delicately broUed chicken, she was tmnKing about Roy Glenmore. ' I am quite »»« that ifev er he wa^ p to the test he would "".i *^f ' v eves m his herself. " No man. J^* '^^^ j2,?le who could be untrue to hmsej^ XS« true to are true to themselves are always the whole world," ..^„JeJ a fashionable That evening Lo" f**?i7hte^ered the German. Why w« it ti«t « »he en^ brilliMitly Ughted ««'"?f^*^j^\^«bled ea«eriy over the mwcnlme faces b^ there? ^Had die hpp«i to aee •ome one wk« was not there* It woold seem ao. for a T»gae feeling of diMpiniBtiiiaBt f eU upon «r a* tbe erening wore away, jnie foltowing m{riit she weat to the opera with the Brentwoods, and thate was that wme wistfolIecA in her eyes â- Â« (hey wan- u J °'" **** crowded honae, the tame â- hadowy sense of disappointment in her heart, as after midnight Ae eat on the heart-rug alone ia her owa daintily furnish- ed room and gazed Tery thoo^htfolly into the fire. Not eren to heiaelf would Louie acknowledge it, yet all the same ahe had a longing to aee Roy Glenmore attain. The third morning after Mra. Faraum's reoeption came^ and it brought Mra. Van Alstyne. Bright, animated, and perfectly happy, with no caree. plenty of money, and nothing whatsoever te do but enjoy life, pretty little Mrs. Van Alstyne was one of those ladies â€" of which, by the way. there are many in fabkionable society â€" who al- ways have something on hand. If it was not a church fair, it was a charity concert, a set of sociables to be organized, a theatre party, a German to celebrate the birthday of some one of her many yonnir lady friends, a flower party in honor of some pretty debutante in society. Consequently neither Muriel nor Louie was at all surprised when she announced to them that she was going to give a German in honor of a young lady cousin of hers who was coming from Boston to make her a visit. " And I came in this morning to ask you if you would not help me to get it up, Louie," she said, talking rapidly, and with numerous pretty little gestures as was her way. " I want to have quaint and odd as well as pret- ty favors, and I thoujjht perhaps you would go with me and select them and then I do not know exactly who to invite. That is the trouble of having a large circle of acquaintces, one does not really know who one's intimate friends are. Now, Louie, listen while I read over a list of names I have, and see if you think I have forgotten any one who ought to be invited." Thereupon Mrs. Van Alstyne took out a little Russia leather bound note-book, and while she and Louie consulted between them, Muriel looked on with a smile. " There 1 am sincerely glad that is all settled," murmured Mrs. Van Alstyne, shutting her note-booft with a sigh of relief. " I am so much obliged to you, Louie for reminding me of Alma Haybrook for some reason or other I had entirely forgotten her, and the Haybrooks, root and branch, would have considered it an unpardonable insult had I neglected to invite her. And now, Louie, who do you think I want you to take for your partner " " 1 am sure I don't know," laughed Louie. ' ' I hope and trust it isn't Howard King, for he does waltz so horribly, although, poor fellow, I suppose he ought not to be blamed for what he evidently cinnot help." " Do you think I would give you him T" said Mrc. Van Alstyne, merrily. "No, in- deed. Y'oa remember the trentleman I in- troduced you to the other evening at Maude Farnum's reception, don't you, a Mr. Glen- more Well, Louie you, will do me a great favor if you will take him for your part- ner, ' A famt flush crepi over I,ouie"s fair face. " Certainly I will," she murmured, bend- ing her head suddenly over Mrs. Van Al- styne's horribly ugly little English pug dog wnich that lady carried everywhere with her, and which, after runninir, or rather waddling about the reception room for awhile, had at last allowed Louie to take him on her lap where he lay scowling vi- ciously, after the manner of his kind. "You see," continued Mrs. VanAlstyne, ' ' Roy Glenmore is not acquainted with many of our set â€" he knows very few of the young ladies. He dined with us list evening, and when 1 told him I should in- sist upon his coming to this German, he said probably he had never met one of the young ladies I intended to invite. I told him he had mef one of them at least, and that if he would promise me he would come I would promise him that one for a partner. He remembered you perfectly, Louie and said in his quiet way, ' If Miss Anthon is willing to take me for a partner, I shall be very glad to come.' " the flush deepened upon Louie's face, her small head drooped lower over the petted little animal which lay half asleep in her lap. " Who is he, anyway, Kate "' asked Mu- riel, a little anxiously. "I knew you would ask that," laughed Mrs. Van Alstyne then more seriously, "Who is he, Muriel He is, without excep- tion, the noblest, truest young man I have ever met. Mr. Van Alstyne brought him to the house. He is connected with some banking-house down-town, and Harry met him and liked him so much, that he brought him home with him one evening, be- cause he wanted to have me meet him. That was early in the fall, and since then he has been to our house very often. Both Mr. Van Alstyne and I have really an af- fection for himâ€" no one could help liking him he has some magnificent qualities, and he is so different from most of the young The same thing Louie had said of bim. There was an earnest light in the girl's brown eyes she Uked Mrs. Van Ah.tyne better than she had ever liked her before, because she had spoken so warmly of the man of whose life she, Louie, knew no- thing, whom she had never met but once, with whom she had only spoken a few words, yet of whose nobility and truth she was so sure. j at • 1 "Bat the famUy! murmured Muriel, hesitatingly, evidently not quite satisfied. "Are the lilenmores people of wealth and good social position ' "My dear Muriel, I really cannot teU â- vou anything about the Glenmore family I only know that Boy has neither parents sister, nor brother; that his uncle, who, I beUeve, is his sole rehitive, is one of the firm of Disbrow Co.; it used to be R. P. Morehead Co., but since Mr. More- bead's death, his son-in-law, Mr. Dubrow, Srien the head of the firm That is aU I know about Eloy Glenmore s family, and I don't care to know anything more he u a sentlemaD in every sense of the word, and it makes no difference tome what his grand- ^irentswere. After all, MtmeV and Mrs. ^Alstyne laughed. " What dMa it amount to, anyway, who one. dad and Ze anceator. were We hare to do with ae Uving. not with the dead and, besides I think wil* Tennyaon that KlaAheaita are aore than And aimvte fa^ than Nonoaa Uood. Althoo^ for anght I know to the ooatrary Sey OleuBflre may li»Te Nonnan blood ia hisTeina." The time came when Mrs. Tan Ala^ma remembered tiioee words of heia. " Boy Glenmore may bare Norman blood in hia Tesnt." " I do not agree with you. Kale," yi Muriel, firmly. "I think it makea a Taak difference who, as you say. oneV dead and gone ancestars were. Tou cannot txpect to gather gn^ea from thistles, nor find m wild flowera the same fragrance that yon do in cultiTated (»es. Blood will tell, and nei- ther my hnabaad nor myself would ever consent to Louie marrying any man of whose antecedents we were not perfectly sure, of whose family we had not thorough know- lodge." " You ought to have been bom in Eng- land." returned Mrs. Van Alstyne. good- hnmoredly " your ideas are entirely too aristocratic for an equal bom American wo- man. Run and put your things on, Louie, we will go and order those Grerman favors this morning. Y"ou need not wait lunch for her, Muriel we will have our lunch some- where." It was a very thoughtful face that looked back at Louie Anthon as she stood before the mirror in her own room and fastened on her dainty little hat. "I do not think mamma is quite right," she said to herself. " It seems to me that it is not birth that makes a man, but worth â€" true, honest worth." And I do not know what you think about it, my friend, but it seems to me that Louie was right. CHAPTER XXXI. Why it was she antjflpated this German of Mrs, Van Alstyne's with more glad ex- citement than she had done any entertain- ment so far that season Louie did not ask herself. Nor did she question why she gave the subject of her dress for that evening more careful thought than was usual for her. She generally left the designing of her pretty toilets to her mother this time she had her own ideas as to the combination of colors and materials, which she insisted up- on having carried out to the letter. The result met with even Muriel's sincere ap- proval â€" and Muriel was a connis..eur in matters of dress â€" the exquisitely lovely toilet had a dash of originality about it which made it simply charming. " Really, Louie, I think I shall let you design my next dress for me, " said Muriel, laughingly, when this creation of feminine thought and skill had been sent home from the dressmaker's. " This one of yours looks as though an artist had designed it. Worth himself could not have gotten up anything prettier." The night of the German came â€" a clear, frost night, with the nearly full moon hang- ing like a huge silver lamp in the dark blue heavens. V*ry caiefuUy Louie made her toilet never had she been more particular as to the arrangement of her soft curls, the placing of her flowers. She certainly ought to have been satisfied â€" and I think she was â€" when the last bracelet had b«en clasped, the last flower disposed of, for no mirror ever reflected a lovelier face, a more daintily clad form. "I think I will do, mamma," she murmur- ed, with a little low, pleased laugh, as she turned from the mirror and took up her ermine-lined cloak. "I think you will, dear," said Muriel, with a smile, thinking to herself, ' ' There will be no one there so lovely as my Louie, my little girl." And the French maid, left alone in ihe room, said to herself, as she gathered up the little accessories which lay scattered about on Louie's dressing table.' " Mademoiselle Louie, she is more than ires jolie she is what in my country they call rav'.Siant," There were many exquisitely dressed young ladies and faultlessly attired young men assembled in Mrs. Van Alstyne's bril- liantly lighted parlors when Louie entered them. There were flowers aud music, and there was Roy Glenmore â€" Roy, whose hand- some face was a trifle paler than usual, as he took in his own the little gloved hand Louie extended to him. Of course everybody knows what a Ger- man is and though this of Mrs. Van Alstyne's was an exceptionally brilliant one, though the favors were exquisite, the music perfect, still probably to a great many of the young people who were present it was very like other fashionable Germans. But to Louie Anthon it was totally unlike any other German she had ever attended. She said to herself, " It is because the music is so lovely, and Mr. Glenmore is such a per- fect waltzer." Was it only because Roy Glenmore was such a superb waltzer that, when with his arm around her, her head al- most touching his breast, they floated Uonn the long room together, a sense of happiiiesi crept over Louie Was it only because they never once got out of step that there was a vague, unlanguaged wish in her heart tn at life was one long waltz, and she could dance it through with him Before the evening was half over she felt well acquainted with liim, as though they had known each other for a long time. Still, although she could and did talk to him without a particle of embarrassment, though he seemed to have the power of drawing out in words her prettiest, brightest fancies, she did not very often dare to look straight up into his face, for something in those dark, earnest eyes made her breath come more quickly, brought a Hush upon her face. At last the German came to a close, and Roy Glenmore and Louie, h»ving walked slowly up and down the parlors and through the wide hall, wandered into a small room which Mrs. Van Alstyne had devoted to a rare collection of foreign photographs and curios. They were standing side by side before a curiously carved table, Louie idly turning over the pages of an album, Roy, his eyes fastened upon the lovely face which was like a flower in its exquisite coloring, when the musicians strack up a waltz in answer to some one's petition for "just one more waltz." The music was exquis- itely lovely â€" soft, melting, dreamy they had played that same waltz once before that evenintr, and Louie had danced it with some one else, with a vague r^ret, too, that the same one was not Roy Glen- more. (to be coxnxcED.) /^ mmoLB voK woHDMr ooHTamrhA' If yon wish to be as happy as a king look at thoae who haTant as mueh as yon, not at thoae who have more. He who imitates wbat is tril always goes bqjood the example that is set; on the oon- tary, he who imitates what is good always Aa otMerring person says •' Some men are like an umbrella with a crook handle. They are always hanging around in out-of-the- way places, and are never to be found when ' tiieyarewaated." It has been well said that no man ever sank under the burden ef the day. It is when to-morrow's burden is added to the burden of to-day that the weight is more than men can bear. Youth will never live to age without t keep themselves in breath with exercise, t ' in heart with joyfnlness. Too much think ing doth consume the spirits; and oft it falls out, that while one thinks too much of do- ing, he leaves to do the effect of his think- ing. The best way to discover the manifold uses of friendship is to cast about and see how many things there are which a man can- not do for himself, «nd it will appear that it •vras a sparing speech of the ancients to say that "a friend is another himself," for a friend is more than himsell. There is no more fatal mistake than that of drawing sharp lines between pleasure and duty, and relegating the one to the lower nature, and confining the other to the high- er. They are meant to go hand in hand, purifying and sweetening the whole of our nature and the whole of life. What we need is, not to linut, but to extend the realm of each, so that duty may become a pleasure, and pleasure may be seen to be a duty. Pleasure is a shadow, wealth and power a pageant, but knowledge is ecstatic in en- joymentâ€"perennial in fame, unlimited in space, and infinite in duration. In the per- formances of its sacred offices it fears no danger, spares no expense; looks into the volcano, dives into the ocean, perforates the earth, wings its flight into the skies,en- circles the globe, explores sea and land: contemphtes the distant, examines the min- ute, comprehends the great, ascends to the sumblime; no place to remote lor its grasp, no heavens too exalted for its reach. IntelUgenoe In Animals. Mr, Romanes remarks in his book that there arefewrecordedinstancesof intelligence in bears; the following facts may therefore Le worth recording In the Clifton Zoological Gardens there are two female polar bears, between 2i and three years old, which came here quite young. One of these shows re- markable intelligence in cracking cocoa- nuts. A nut was thrown to day in the tank it sank a long way, and the bear waited quietly till after some time it rose a little out of her reach. She then made a current in the water with her paw, and thus brought it within r,.ach. This habit has already been noticed several times in polar bears. She then took it on shore and tried to break it by leaning her weight on it with one paw. Failing in this, she took the nut between her fore paws, raised herself on her hind legs to her full height, and threw the nut forward against the bars of the den, .3 or 4 feet off. She then again leaned her weight on it, hoping she had cracked it, but failed again. She then repeated the process, thi.s time successfully. The keeper told me she employed the same method to break the le" bone of a horse. That this is the reaull of individual experience, and not of instinct, is clear from the fact that her companion has not learned the trick of opening them thus, ncr could this one do it when she first caxe. The method of throwing it is pre- cisely similar to that adopted by the Cabus monkey described by Mr. Romanes.â€" Xr- ture. WHAT'S IN A NAME The Fate Which has Befallen iSome His- toric Ones. All is not gold that glitters, even iu Burke's Peerage, that volume which Thack- eray used to call the "Englishman's Bible," A descendant of the Plantagenets was not long since living at a laborer at Kettering. The name had become shortaned to Plant. The descendants of another royal stock, the Earl of Kent, sixth son of Edward I, are to be found in very humble occupations. One was a butcher at Hales Owen, Mr. .Joseph Smart another, George Wilmot, kept the turnpike gate at Cooper's Bank near Dud- ley. Another descendant of a royal line, of the blood of the Duke of Gloucester, fifth son of Edward III. was the late sexton of St. George's, Hanover Square, Loudon. There are many descendants of ancient families in bumble life, while pre ten dei a and rich parvenus assume the names. 'ery few of the peers are the lineal representatives of old houses. The Percy isaSmithson, Paget is a Bailey, Marlborough is a Spencer, not a Churchill Coke Earl of Leicester, is not a Coke, but a Roberts Earl Lucie is not a Moreton, but a Reynolds. It is said that not five hundred "county families" in Eng- land can trace their pedigree beyond the time of the roll of Battle Abbey, but it is now known that the monks had no more scruples of conscience in interpolating a name to please the ambitious and powerful of their day, than a modem herald or seal- engraver at giving a retired grocer or broker any number of quarterings on the ai ms he may be willing to pay for. A Kindly A young physician informed a pretty lady patient, who was suffering feom chronic sore throat, that the only sure cure for it was a beard. "That's of no interest to me," she replied. "I've got no beard." "True," he replied, gallantry, "iut you can use mine rs often as you want to." They were married a few months later. Mr. Grant, of Valley Plain, Marion Co., Ga:, has a curiosity in a calf 4 weeks old, that has no hair, is of a brown color and very much resembles a young elephant in appearance. Hf«| 1 •â-  I 1 ' ' -• i 1 :i.ii," ill-. ., -V«ii' 'I •i \f. li â- â- ' i • â-  • •' j i\^' â- I .. :;i â-  I w :-:" 'i .1- f "«^, i ;.'â- {§: *;:Mi I. â- fj-