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 YOUNG folks: Old Elsa's Crow Sonp. iTKATI'G A SWTEDISH PROVERB. the crone, in her search for food, I wa. iL ^1 fi« the crone, in her search for food, mita. sS^ }j ^B^flgDteaily^""" through the grove of ,!!d^no berries in all the wood, K^xlmg not tauntingly out of reach. Its were not ripe above her head "' bad she the strength to beat down nl iir.ii ulefl, and ra/d: "UU'^oi to do right think IS slioutin' them- lame.' Now I tell II workin'forJim 1 the house here im is and singiii' up in the nignte rather sleep, I'd f Christians do: ,nd I'd get fired r buckle on my he hills and see mil ain't sufferm ein" run off the thieves, then I m )e served. And" 1 ride out in the i hiUs of sin and branded by the re the feed was he creek aUdiJ-. shelter when the 'or I in^ were abroad, with wings outspread, â- Ijt what could she do without a gun 1 the wild plums over the hill crimson on bv the sluice of the brown old \v- event-- Haataken_a^Unge^o^f^ _i;diio«'n ;iiei^ted for cressesâ€" but all were gone. i; Im^^ .. -enuLu, on a rail she saw a crow, 'iv.(.mne his feathers with patient care fh ah ^-she chuckled-" I'U softly eo Aad caKh him while sitting so â€" râ„¢ o careless there. I -the crow at that moment turned his head, ..... lad away he flew, with his wmgs a-sail I .i'/ta-'f it" vill ta-fte of the bird," she said, ind she boiled in her pot the bit of rail aeii How a Toad TJndressed Itself. peal of laughter from the back yard -oused Mrs. Lee from her afternoon nap rlth a start that set her, head to aching very r/jentiv again. She had lain down to sleep ,,j.ys liisagreeable headache and was peace yiv slumberingon the sofa in her cool dark- parlor, lost to everything about her in â- itful sleep when- the uproarious laughter ,i: her ohihlreii startled her. • dear ' I shall go wild if this headache iiiesnot leave me soon," said Mrs. Lee to Hreelf, as she pressed her hands to her ^robbing temples. She again closed her fves to try and sleep, when the children's aerriment took extra force, and the laugh- :er changed to a scream. The tumult seemed a; though its object might be to frighten oflF 1 hand of Indian braves, who might beswoop- ;:;.' ilown in war paint and feathers with jjilping knife and tomahawk to massacre the children. "Rest is impossible," sighed Mrs. Lee, â- with such a noisy group of children at play » near the house." She arose languidly iD(l threw open the blinds of the window tliat opened toward the garden. The child- ren stood ill a circle, watching something on the ground with great interest, while the s-reiinis of laughter told quite well that they liad found something uncommon. Mrs. Lee stepped upon the porch, half -forgetting her headaohe in the excitement that seemed •uitching"' like a fever. •0, nuinima," exclaimed AUie, when she saw her ni.ither watching them. "Come here and see what we have found." "Do come, mamma," cried all the children L chorus, as they clapped their hands â- i'J shouted again at the top of their voices. Hush, •;hildren,"3aidMrs. Lee, as she went 'iowly down the walk. "You will alarm :r.e neighborhood, if you are not more quiet." You will laugh too," cried Willie in h's visteions way, "when you see what this Xid is doing," and they made room for her .3 tlie circle. Mrs. Lee cameupon the scene ::. time to see a toad give a little convulsive ".Ip. at something it was swallowing and '?.ih hop away. "Wtll, what is there so much out of the â- rliuary run of a toad's conduct in eating, u: i utter swallowing its food, hop 'E'l something else it may devour. 'j wluit caused all this noise, I must say you re easily amused." Their crestfallen ap- p ar.iiRe amused her for a moment, when ^Mllie exclaimed "0 nKiiiuna. it was awful funny; tor he jwalldwrd his clothes." •Swallowed his clothes I How absurd I" "He really did swallow his skin, mamma," explained Harrj-the eldest. "It looked so C'.cli like he undressed and swallowed his euthes, that Willie calls it 'swallowing his elpthes."" "That surely was curious. I am sorry I 'i:d not see th^ performance." "0, tliere isanother toad going to undress," ^claimed \Villie, pointing to one only a few :eet away. The lady and her children now gathered Mound another large toad. It was acting C'.eer, and they watched it with interest to se what it would do. Sir Toad appeared slugg- 'sh and quite unconscious of their presence, *nile he pressed his elbows against his sides, ^d ml)l)ed downward. After a few smart rubs, his skin began ' hurst open along the back, but he kept nbbine until he had worked all his skin ato folds on his sides and hips. He then pasped one hind leg with his hands, which Iwked almost human, and pulled the skin Jrom that leg. "Off comes his left pant leg," shouted illie. An explosion of laughter followed, ^d then all became quiet, awaiting the next "love, which was the removal of the right pant leg. He now pulled his cast-ofiF garment for- ward between his fore legs into his mouth ^d swallowed it. "Whv don't you give your old pants to orplian or sell 'em to a rag man, Mr. Toady " queried the jocose Willie, in such comical tone, that Mrs. Lee joined heart- ily in the laugh. "Mr. Toady" paid no attention to this question. He was raising and lowering his aead, swallowing as his head came down, ttius stripping off the skin from hia abdomen "ntil he came to his fore legs. 'Xowhe is soma to pull off hia sleeve," Grasping one of his fore legs with the opposite hand, by considerable pulling he ^ripped off the skin. He now by a slight Motion of the head, and all the time swal- loTsing, drew the skin from the neck, and fallowed the last of his late costume. But he none the poorer, because he nowappear- in a dazzling new suit, and seemed well "^ntented with himself over his new Spring 'othes and hearty dinner. He now hopped away, while Mrs. '^ighed heartily with the children, '®08t shrieked with merriment. occasionâ€" when.the rising moon tew long, ^ver npples across the purple waten of the Oongo„ and the soft evening airs fanned the smoldering patches of grass on the snrronnd- mg hills into flMne, which cast in fantastic relief the weird shapes of the rocky uplands and the wondrous variety of the tropical vegetation. Stanley.dressedin hiscampaigningcostume of brown jacket and knickerbockers, with his broad-crowned peak cap pushed off his forehead, seated on a log, smoking his briar pipe by the camp-fire, wkoae ruddy glow fell on his sunburnt features and lighted up the characteristic lines of that manly face, lus eyes fired with the reminiscences of the glorious past, held me spellbound as I listened to this thrilling narrative of the attack in '77 on his enfeebled but everready little band, by those barWous cannibals, the Bangala. How this veritable armada of war-canoes bore down upon his small craft how he ran the gauntlet of these intrepid warriors to the safe reaches beyond, through an atmosphere darkened by the flight of arrows and quiver- ing spears, â€" thinning their ranks as he passed with a deadly hail from his rifles. Mr. Stanley was always busy whether ashore or afloat. The top of his little cabin in the after-part of the En Avant formed his table, and I have no doubt a great deal of the in- teresting material which he embodied in his book, "The Congo and the Founding of its Free State," was penned on the cabin of the En Avant. Occasionally, he would leave off writing, put down his pencil, and take a careful sufvey of the surroundings some- times an old crocodile, disturbed by the pad- dle-wheels in his slumbers on a sand-bank, would waddle down to the water's edge, and perhaps swimming toward us, as if to get a close view of the intruders, would offer ah inviting shot of which Mr. Stanley generally took advantage. We passed on creeping slowly up- stream, landing here and there to cut dry wood for fuel or obtain provisions from the native villages which we sighted on the river- banks. Our reception by the natives was generally friendly but the large, thickly populated villages of Bolobd evinced a keen desire for war, and demonstrated their aggressiveness by firing their old flint-lock guns at our little fleet asit passed. Stanley had previously made a station here, and a white officer was at present in charge of it. The history of this post has been an unhappy one. Only recently all the station-houses had been burned to the ground, and a great quantity of stores intended for the new up-river stations, and other valuable property destroyed. The relations between the villages and station became very strain- ed, and it was only after two weeks that Stanley's characteristic tact triumphed over the suspicions of these natives and convinced them ot ou" friendly intentions, and also succeeded in making them pay an indemnity for their unprovoked attack. Stanley hav- ing called Ibaka and the other Bolobo chiefs to a friendly council, presents were exchang- ed, and the natives promised in future to man tain peace with the white men. Our little flotilla again started up-stream. We were, however, delayed a little on the way, in order that our engineer might repair the damage caused to the A. I. A. t)y an old hippopotamus who had imagined this little steamer to be an enemy of his, and had made four large holes thrpugh the iron plates of her hull with his tusks before his pugnacity was appeased. Fortunately, the boat was close in shore at the time, so they were able to get her to the banks before she filled with water. Early in September, '83, the blue smoke I curling up over the tall tree-tops, announced to us that we were approaching a native set- tlement. This was Lukolela, and in the neighborhood of our landing-place the new station was to be built. A crowd of natives was gathered on the beach awaiting our arrival, and as soon as Stanley landed, a slave was sent through the village to beat the old chief's gong and summon all the head men to a palaver. â€" St. Nicholas. 'lA Making Little Progress. ' George â€" " Have you and wifie] decided yet what to name baby " Jack â€" " X-o, not quite but the list of 360 names which my wife picked out, has been reduced to 179." George â€" " Well, that's making progress anyhow. " Jack â€" " Y-e-s but you see about half of the 360 names were for another kind of a baby." Pride of Station. Mr. Forundred (proudly)â€" " Note this magnificent business block. I own every foot of the ground on which it stands, and it is from this that I derive my income." Old Gent â€" " Ah, yes I remember this locality very welL It was here your grand- father had his junk shop. " BY FAKCaS S. STgltB. Ther^ are vbioef in tlie air V • Everywhere. ' ^^ A ' Some speaking of despair. Some {H«dicting fortunes feur, Some whispering truth, some prayer. There are voices in the air Everywhere. There are voices in the air Everywhere. They come to me in the night. And my timid soul affiri^t. Or they greet me when 1 rise. And dispel my tears and sighs. There are voices in the air Everywhere. There are voices in the air Everywhere. They sooth my soul to rest. And they tear my tortured breast. Of faith and hope they sing. And they kill the rays that spring. There are voices in the air Everywhere. There are voices in the air Everywhere. They come from the spirit-land. Friends and foes on every hand. And they torture or they bless. Bringing comfort Or distress. There are voices in the air Everywhere. There are voices in the air Everywhere. But one voice my soul doth thrills When it speaks the rest are still. It comes to me at even. Clear and distinct from Heaven- It is the voice of one Who cries, "Hope on, my son " Oh, blessed spirit-mother, Could I hear thee and no other, There would be for me no tears, Nor doubts, nor haunting fears And my soul would stronger grow. And my heart with joy o'erflow; But of this boon I despair. For there are voices in the air Everywhere. Mojia^^u^^;s£^ The John BvU (London) says " An Ameri- ca^RofliaB Pvkthol^cJkA a' tem«rkable article inaniAinerihab lAagakine, in which he tedls the story of a gray-headed priest who was present at a dinner of Roman Catholic clergy- men, presided over by Cardinal Gibbons. Ten of those present were foreigners by birth or of immediate foreign extraction. Two mly were genuine Americtms. Of these two the priest in question was one, and he, being rallied by his fellow- American on the fict that younger men were promoted over his head, remarked: 'I am not Irish enough.' The narrator of this story goes on to say that in the United States of America there are thirteen archbishops and sixty bishops, wdy three of the former and ten of the latter being genuine Americans.. And yet he re- marks that this is the United States of America, not Ireland, not Italy, not France, not Spain, not Holland and he rightly con- cludes that this is the reason why Bioman Catholics are taunted with being foreign, un- American, and unpatriotic. In Ireland all the bishops and archbishops are Irish. In France all the bishops and archbishops are French and so it goes everywhere, in every country under the sun, except in the Pnited States of America â€" the bishops and arch- bishops are the sons of the coimtry in which they live. This American Catholic further calls attention to the fact that the Jesuits who did all the hard missionary work for the first half century for the establishment of the American hierarchy were French, not Irish. There is a moral in what this Ameri- can Catholic says, and it is not very far be- neath the surface. " SWALLOWED BT AN ALLIGATOS. lak*s « ,, Watek F»«Btf Im « Oaose it's GrettinglSpring- The msddir lark is pipin'.rth v swjs ter note to me, t"*^ And I hear the peewees over yander in the cedar tree The popple leaves is quiv'rin' 'cause the wind is in the west. And the robin's 'round a-hookin' straws to build hisself 'a nest The black bird he's a-flashin up the crimson on his wing. What's the reason Oh, the reason's 'cause it's gittin' spring. The old man's got the rheumatiz, an' stiff as he can be Why it don't git settled weather's more'n he can see But when it clears off splendid, then he's 'feared the crops is lost An he reckons jest a little wind, 'ud keep away the frost. The kitchen door is open I can hear Elmiry sing. What's the reason Oh, the reason's 'cause it's gittin' spring. The air is kind o' soft' nin' and you thiiS it's goin' to storm ;~ Sometimes it's kind o' chilly, and then agin it comes off warm An' jest when it's the stillest you can hear the bullfrog's note, An' it 'pears as if he wonder'd how the frost got in his throat. The ducks an' geese are riotous an' strain- in' hard to sing. Wnat's the reason t Oh, the reason's 'cause it's gittin' spring. A Judge's Duties. Great Jurist's Wife â€" " What makes you so tired to-night " Judge â€" " I had to charge a jury in an im- portant case this afternoon." " Oh. I suppose it is a great strain to re- call all the details of a case. " "It isn't that. It isn't that. It's being obliged' to talk to a jury thirty long minutes without saying anything." Lee who On tbe OoDgo Witii Stanly. In the evenings when we put in shore for ^e night to cut wood, my chief, Stanley, *^d often narrate some of the stkring ^^ts which occurred dnring his menuKaU* ^*^tioh to relieve Dr. Livingstone, or Btill more thrillin|^ voyage throagh the Not Yet UniTersally Adopted. "What's that on your coat collar, Jack Been calling?" "Ya-as. Yon see my girl hasn't got on- to this new smokeless powder yet." Didn't Want to Sell It. The stoiy has an air about it as if it were old, and the editor therefore thinks it best to tell it as an antique which had never been brought to his notice until recently; a fact the less remarkable as it is so small a one. The bero was an over-grown country bumpkin, lank and lean and gaunt, who ar- rived atone of the leading hotelsof the toym and r^pstered. "Ill leave my carpet-bag her8,'*lie said to theoki^, "amd«t a room when. I oome backtp Bu^er.' "Willypii liav« a check for it ' asked, caraiGHdy. 'S«,'Buiita'^tiie oMiuttyawii venliad, a gleam dtsiamieiemligiitf«g;liia.aniall eyea. "Ton cui'tbny' it so easily a« that. I don't want to mU it." That Frpnt-Door BeU. " There " exclaimed the housemaid, as she slammed the front door in the fa,ce of the twentieth person asking to see "the lady of the house," " I wish there was a rule that nobody had any business to ring a door-bell unlessâ€" â€" " m" J{ " Unless what " quietly asked the mis- tress, appearing on the scene. "Unless they had some business to " spite- fully continued the girL The Secret of a Long Life. You sometimes see a woman whose old age is as exquisite as was the perfect bloom of her youth. She seems condensed sweetness and grace. You wonder how this has come about you wonder how it is her life has been a long and. happy one. Here are some of the reasons She knew how to forget disagreeable things. She understood the art of enjoyment. She kept her nerves well in hand, and in- flicted them on no one. She believed in the goodness of her own daughters and in that of her neighbors. She cultivated a good digestion. She mastered the art of saying pleasant words. She did not expect too much from her friends. She made whatever work came to her con- genial. She retained her illusions, and did not be- lieve that all the world was wicked and un- kind. She relieved the miserable, and sympathiz- ed with the sorrowful. She retained an even disposition, and made ' the best of everything. j She did whatever came to her cheerfully ' and well. 1 She never forgot that kind words and a smile cost nothing, but are priceless treasures to the discouraged. I She did unto others as she would be done- by, and now that old age has come to her aud there is a halo of white hair about her head, she is loved and considered. This is the secret of a long life and a happy one. » A Quaint Old Parson's Prank. A very eccentric old bachelor was Father Fletcher, one of the old Methodist preachers, and his shyness of womankind amounted to antipathy. One day as he was riding along a country road, one of his lady parsishioners, who was walking the same way, politely asked tor a ride. "Certainly, madam," politely replied the pastor, and he immedi- ately alighted, as the lady supposed, to as- sist her to enter the carriage. She stepped quickly in, whereupon he handed her the reins and said, "Drive on, madam, and when you arrive at your destination please hitch the horse, and I will soon be along. " He Was Probably Bight. S " I hear that the grocers are resolved to sell sugar no longer for just the price they pay for it; they are bound to have some pro- fit for their trouble. " "They are quite right." " Yes, sir, and when they put down their feet they will carry out their object." " Oh I've no doubt of it; they've got the sand, the grocers have. Bill Later. Mrs. Cumso (when her new bonnet came home) â€" Why, actually, the bird on the bon- net hasn't any bill. Cumso â€" The bill was too large to go on the bonnet. It will come separately in a wheeL barrow about the first oi.the month. caU The Usoal Deisciiption. " Is the fellow what yon Would fault man " " He certainly is fast in every respect but one." " What is the exception?" " The matter of paying his debts." A Collect for the Day. Almighty God who showest unto all That walk in error Thy truth's constant light W ith merciful intent, before they fall. To bring them back into Thy way of right. Grant unto those admitted to the fold Of Christ's religion evermore to shun Things adverse to their faith amd ust hold Of such things as were taught us by Son Jesus, through whom we pray Thy will be done. T. W.Pabsons. take Thy Tim Snatii, a colored laborer, working on W. F. Fuller's orange grove at Edgewaterj Florida, goes to Palatka nearly every day in a rowboat. To do this he is compelled to pass Buzzard Island, a dark and lonely place, grown up with brush and inhabited oy idl sorts of wild birds, and may well be termed the home of the alligator, owing xo itsquiet- ness and dark waters, which are seldom disturbed beyond the ripple of an oar manipulated by the himtsman. For several weeks Tim Smith noticed ik particularly large alligator, whose back was filled with barnacles and long green moss. The alligator was never known to demon- strate any fear, and would not get out of Smith's way under any consideration, allow- ing him to row rather close toward hi^. Last Thursday, when Smith started for town, he put a Winchester rifle in his boat for the express purpose of giving his 'gatmr- ship a load of cold lead. When opposite Buzzard Island the alligator appeared, and, rowing to within easy range, Smith fired five shots at the saiuian, a[U of which seem* ed to take effiact, for the alligator made terrible flutter in the water, and turned over on its back. Three days later 'Smith found the dead alligator floating near by, and, tying a rope about its head, towed it to the Edgewater grove, when the alligator was found to measure 16 feet 3^ inches in length, two balls having entered the skin just back of the head. Smith then set to work and skinned the saurian for market, when to his great sur- prise the darkey came across a human skull, perfectly formed and unbroken, but owing to tlip superstitiousness of the negro he stopped skinning the alligator, which oper- ation was finished by a white employee on the grove. Further dissection brought to light a gold watch bearing the initials "G. L. T. " The skull and watch are now on exhibition at Fry's taxidermy store. Who tie unforttmate man was no one seems to know, as the initals are not famil- iar about here, but it is supposed that he was some sportsman who, alone, was attack- ed and devoured by the alligator, as is quite often the case with Northern tourists who go to Florida and na^'igate its streams without a guide to keep them from the dark and dan- ferous tributaries that empty into the St. ohn's. I* The Height of Mountains. It is not surprising that scientific men in Mexico hesitate to accept Prof Heilprin's re- vision of the height of Mount Popoca' apetl. Mountain heights obtained by barometric ob- servations are sometimes far wide of th? mark, but it is not at all likely that the figure of 17,784 feet, which has for some time been accepted as the height of Mexico's nreat est mountain, is 3,000 feet too much, as Prof. Heilprin asserts. The Professor made his observations with an aneroid, which may, to be sure, give quite accurate results, but is extremely liable to get a little out of order, and then the story it tells is anything but exact. Popocatapetl is supposed to be the th'rd highest summit in North America, being surpassed only by Mounts St. Elias, and Wrangel in Alaska. Prof. Heilprin is climb- ing again to the great crater to satisfy him- self whether he has done the old volcano any injustice by his figures, which would re- duce the famous mountain to quite an ordin- ary summit. Nearly all famous mountains have their ups and downs at the hands of explorers. A few years ago Mount St. Elias was called the highest mountain on this con- tinent, then for a time Mount Wrangel had the honor, which has now been shifted again to St. Elias. Chimborazo for some years was regarded as the highest elevation in the world, but we nx)w know that several Hima- layan summits surpass it. Over 2,000 feet have just been shaved off the summit of Mount Obree, in New Guinea, by the latest observations. It is not sur- prising that these variable estimates occur in savage lands,; where observations have been rarely taken, and then with imperfect instruments. But Popocatapetl is easily accessible, and its height has been computed several times. All the accepted measure- ments since 1827 do tot vary more than 400 feet, and it is hardly conceivable that Prof. Heilprin is correct in calculating the moun- tain's height at three-fifths of a mile less thaa all other observers. He Wanted More Time. Gripp-â€" " Well, Doctor, did you succeed in breaking up Cable's fever " Young Doctor â€" "I would have done so in another week had I been given hidf a t chance." I " They didn't call in another doctor, did they?" i "No, bat this morning, just as I was noticing an improvement in Cable, he died." â€" TheSnoch. Too FaUic Spirited. "He was a good fellow, was Smithers," said the old miner as he stood with bared head where Smithers had last been seen, but no man can go foolin' along in a camp like this kickin' off every tin can he sees lyin' on the sidewalk. It may be public-spirited, but it ain't good policy for the individooal. Course Smithers didn't know that omory Bill Jones had left a full can o' dynamite on the walk, jest from bein' too la^ ter caijy it inside, but he orter bin on the lookout. Whar is Smithers now? He's all over He was public-spirited, ez I said, and mebbe its a comfort ter him ter be all over the camp at once, but his infloonce is too much difoosed now ter count f er much. Thar's a lesson In this, boys. Don't difooee yer influ- ence. An t^r's another lesson; dcm't be too public-spirited. The leadin' man ain't that way in the big cities. Thy talk big and do a little suthin' now an' then, but fust they Xook out ferthe individooal. Wa'al, Smithers aitit herie, an'he was a good man. Let's Bcker.T ., ta clerk Tme OoDiage. De Smytheâ€" Who is^that ..affected speci- men of humanity making toMwd us? De Johneaâ€" That's vvmitrf, and despite his hamileâ€" itjpearance he's a coura^eoitb A Hear-Sightad GitiMii« ^^^iizflnâ€" 'tWhy doi^'t yon cle«ti '«^t that lOM of loaJ^eia in frxltii of ttiat aalooni" PoBoemaii (jfitying)â€" "GnifgB " neflta^^t^ Tht^at^ nty " " Wefl, lus looks hee him. Bnt makea yoQ think he has courage t He eata r w tama at haah. what SlKyJraifindikBaip^\,._e«3Tzift; ' toniak4'a^U:tQir9 of JSbtanT^ 'moiild mtSie the Jbce^Mg^feni^aaiii^eriocgly ma(pMti^. {aaaiBatiBg, Awiywng. of oommttidingiateUeot, of on of iMnUttaetmtt. lihotid hatc«d oI'SmI and good aad'trwMMkTea al- ways «i tha iaoe, not alwag^ aaan aadnbeg- ToSti and ttat jfinanStf wwap a i m ^iiiw r M y aad in aAp a iM Pod. A Duel to the Death on Banning Horses. Andrew Foster and Will Jamagin, two yoimg farmers, who resided at Gum, Texas, had an encounter the other day. The former is fatally wounded and the latter is dead. Several months ago Foster assisted the lover of Jamagin's sister to elope with her. The young men have been enemies since. The othernight, in retumiiu; from a meeting, they met in the highway. Jamagin drew his pistol, and almost at the same time Foster was ready. They fired simultaneously. Each shot took effect, a ball entering Foster's right cheek and lodging on the inside of the skin on the left temple, while one pierced. Jamigin through just above the heart. They were both on horseback, and their horses ran with them in the same directicm. They continued firing until Jamagin emptied lus pistol, and Foster had shot three times. Jamagin dropped from his horse at the end of 100 yards, and died in a few minutes. Foster was taken to a neighbor's house. FosiM^ is 19 years of age and Jamagin 26^ /v i â-  • â€" • Dmttotae of Bfiitte. V T^ last ofBcial statiities of Bom* show^ that the city must have lost a large peroent- agftofUApq^nilation since the ua^ ctnsns. Althon^^iAy 20 houses bava'Meii built there in 'ihe^ last three year* 4,6d0 houses with living nxnos for 20,000 persons are now vacant. The traonent popnlatiaai is thought to have fallen off also. Hardly six thottsand strangers went there to see the big carnival this year, while in former years the number was iktle short of one hundred thousand. AToid Depression. A man who acquires a habit of giv- ing wa y t o depression is on the roaa to nun. When trouble comes npoit lum» ip« t^Mu1 of rousing his mergies to odmhat it, he wakens his faculties Jj^w .didl,',hia l^jpntot becomes obseorecCw^d heiiiaks mtOithe aloiq^ of dM^ain Hnr diffirent it is w^ the man idio takei« dwafyviesr of life even at its worst, and facea^vfvy iU with m^yielding pluck.. A ohoetfol^ hi^dtal, ooaraaeoas diipaaitiMt inValaable, and ahoidd be aMdnoiufy eoltiTatad. 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