THE YOUNG 
— A portrait of Ignatius Loyola, in 
needlework, the work of French nuns, 
has been shown at an exhibition. It is 
only about six inches long, and was 
worked entirely in knots so fine that the 
stitches could not be seen without a mag- 
nifying glass. 
— Mrs. Susan P. Moulton, of Salem, has 
received a patent for a railroad shackle 
which is very simple in construction, 
effective in operation, and if put in 
general use it is believed would cause a 
great diminution in the number of acci- 
dents in making up a train. 
— Miss Mary E. Lovejoy, of Bangor, 
Maine, is quite largely engaged in the 
silk business. She has at present 3,000 
silk worms. In thirty days from hatch- 
ing the worms begin to spin, and in nine 
days more the cocoon is ready to be 
reeled and spun. It is thought that the 
Bilk raising business can be made profita- 
ble in Maine. 
— Mrs. E. A. Burke, Avife of Major E. A. 
Burke, editor of the New Orleans Times- 
Democrat, has accepted the superinten- 
dency of Lafayette-square, the most 
beautiful spot in that city, whereupon 
the New Orleans pa[)ers are rejoicing, as 
Mrs, Burke is a public-spirited lady, and 
will discharge the duties of the position 
faithfully. 
~ The town of East Turner, says the 
Lewiston (Me.) Journal, is bragging about 
a smart girl. The young lady's name is 
Eva French. She is 16 years of age. In 
consequence of scarcity of help in the 
haying season. Miss French, whose father 
is one of East Turner's well-to-do- 
farmers, put on her broad-brimmed hat 
and went into the hay-field. She has 
this summer driven a pair of horses on 
the mowing-machine to cut twenty-five 
acres of grass, and has raked the same 
with a horse-rake and pitched it into the 
barn with a horse pitchfork. The farm 
cut nearly forty tons of hay. In addition, 
Miss French can bake as good a batch of 
biscuits or do housework as well as any 
housewife in Turner. 
SCIENTIST. 369 
BEFORE QUESTIONING THE POP. 
Sighed the slim to the belle, Aw, miss, can you 
tell 
Why I'm like that apple you plucked from the 
tree ? " 
" Because it," she coughed, " is remarkably soft ? " 
"Aw, no; it needs paring by you," stammered he. 
" Ee-pairing, you mean, though because it is 
green, 
And rather insipid, might answer," laughed she, 
" And not fully grown." Said the dude, with a 
groan: 
'^Aw, were I that apple, perhaps you'd halve 
me." 
And quarter you, too. Oh, for ' sauce ' you will 
do," 
Spake the miss; "but. now tell me, why you're 
like the tree ?" 
" Because— I've a heart," blushed the slim, grow- 
ing smart. 
" Because— trees are sappy and crooked," said 
she. 
" Aw, you're," smiled the slim, "like the tree for 
you're woo'd." 
"You'd better say 'bored,'" said the miss, "as 
I'm now; 
But trees, you perceive, make a bough when they 
leave, 
So you, to be like them, may leave with a bow." 
— " Who grasps the moment as it flies, 
he is the real man." There is a good 
deal of food for thought in this short sen- 
tence for every wife and mother who 
reads this column. To grasp the right 
moment in our lives is of so much worth 
to us ; to enjoy the prattle of our children 
even in the midst of daily anxieties and all 
the hurry of a busy life ; to take the time 
to smile an answer with the kindest 
words the friends who sometimes inter- 
rupt our work, and, as we are apt to say, 
waste our day. How much better to do 
this now rather than to cry out in later 
years for the impossible; to say, *' Oh, 
for one hour with my little children!" 
when they have become men and women, 
and are beyond our reach, and we are 
left remembering the many hours in 
which we were not patient with their lit- 
tle hindering way^s, and in wliich we did 
not grasp the possibilities of happiness. 
Then, in very homely ways, to grasp tho 
flying moment is profitfible ; to care for 
all the material interests of the house- 
