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THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



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him go out to repair his forgetfulness. 



There is a knock at the door. The 

 servant brings up a letter to him. It is 

 from his mother. 



His drowsiness gives way as he reads 

 the lines ; he gets up in a passion, upset- ^ 

 ting the table and everything upon it. 



Clara is to be married, and in a 

 week too! And he is expected to attend 

 the wedding ! 



"And whom does she marry, I won- 

 der?' ' exclaims he ; " some common coun- 

 try lad, I suppose. No, it cannot be! I 

 must go there and stop it ; she cannot 

 be sacrificed in this way. ' ' 



Two hours later be started with a 

 valise in one hand and a bundle under 

 one arm ; it was Musset's works. 



Clara met him at the garden gate; 

 she was looking as fresh as the flowers, 

 and he, beiiig conceited, thought that 

 the happiness expressed on her face was- 

 due to his presence. She was less timid 

 than last year and a little stouter ; one 

 could read her heart through her gray 

 eyes and her smiles. 



"Is what I hear true, Clara?" 



' 'Certainly ; I was about to write to 

 you. I want you here for the wedding. ' ' 



"It is impossible!" 



"Quite possible and true." 



"With whom?" 



"With Jack, of course." 



"Ahj the scoundrel! There is nothing 

 like a friend to betray one. ' ' 



"Why, Albert, what a short memory 

 you have! Poor Jack would not speak 

 of love before he was quite sure of your 

 feelings toward me. I am very thankful 

 that you set him at liberty to speak. I 

 am so proud and happy at being loved 

 by such a noble heart. ' ' 



Albert threw his bundle on the table. 

 "What is that?" asked Clara. 



"Musset's v\'orks. I had promised 

 them to you. ' ' 



' ' You are too late, cousin. Jack gave 

 them to me long ago, as I was com- 

 plaining of your forgetfulness. ' ' 



"Tell me, Clara — this is alia dream, 

 is it not? You are not going to marry 

 Jack?" 



She laughed. "And why not?" said 

 she. 



"Because I love you; because, if you 

 mean to many Jack, I start by the first 

 train, and you shall never see me again. 



She looked at the clock, as he had 

 done the year before, and said archly, 



'"ilicn huriy up, cousin, ror the train is 

 here, and it cunnot v\ ait, " — From the 

 French. 



Mountain Kailways. 



The oldest mountain railway in Eu- 

 rope is the Rigi, opened in 1871, but 

 the Mount Washington railway i?a 

 America was established in 1S68. This 

 is also one of the steepest. And another 

 is the Green mountain line, also in the 

 United States. The Petersburg in Ger- 

 many is very steep, but the steepest of 

 all is the Mount Pilatus in Switzerland. 



Potatoes. 



Have you ever tried cooking potatoes 

 in lard like doughnuts? Select the 

 smaller potatoes and peel and drop them 

 into boiling fat. They will come to the 

 surface when they are cooked and 

 should be drained on brown paper. The 

 potatoes may be rolled in beaten eggs 

 and bread crumbs before cooking them 

 Lf desired. 



Papa May*iii*6 Ijondon Defeaft, 



On Haydn's arrival he first took up 

 his abode at Bland's, the music pub- 

 lisher, at 45 Hoiborn, but soon after- 

 ward jemoved to rooms prejjared for 

 him at 18 Great Pulteney street, the 

 residence of Salomon. Near here, at 

 Messrs. Broadwood's, is shown a room 

 in which Haydn used to retire to com- 

 pose. At Salomon's he would appear to 

 have appreciated the arrangements made 

 for his comfort, especially with regard 

 to the cuisine, which was under the di- 

 rection of a foreign chef. We find him, 

 however, complaining of the late hour 

 at which Londoners dined, though to us 

 6 o'clock might seem uncomfortably 

 early. In March, 1791, he conducted the 

 first of Salomon's concerts at the rooms 

 in Hanover square, and in this and the 

 following year he brought out the first 

 eix of his grand symphonies. For many 

 years Salomon was among the foremost 

 musicians in the metropolis. During 

 Mara's first season in London he con 

 ducted and played solos at all her con- 

 certs. The Morning Chronicle called 

 him a genius and asked whose violin 

 playing approached nearer the human 

 voice. When an old man, he was still 

 full of enterprise, and took great inter- 

 est in the foundation of the Philhar- 

 monic society. 



Great enthusiasm urevailed oji tha 



