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MOOBE’S BUBAL NEW-YORKER 
WOULDN’T YOU? 
BY DJJ I'ORBEST P. GUMMERSON. 
I mrt her at the garden gate, 
The stars were slilniug bright, 
And told her of my heart’s young love 
Beneath their soft, pale light. 
And then upon my heaving breast. 
Where my heart beats warm and true, 
She gently laid her curly head, 
And I kissed her—wouldn’t you? 
I met her at the garden gate, 
Ah! that was years ago; 
The gentle head 1 loved so well 
Lies now beneath the snow. 
And never more will gaze in mine 
Those eyes of heavenly blue j 
But in my heart of hearts I keep 
Her memory—wouldn't you ? 
-»•»» 
OUR BABY. 
Little blue eyes. 
Little brown looks, 
Little plump cheeks, 
Little low frocks; 
Near us one moment—the next out of sight, 
Who has a heart half so feathery-light, 
Who has a smile half so babyish-bright 
As Baby ? 
Dear little ways 
’(lulling the tlmo— 
Odd little “says’’ 
Not lilting rhyme— 
Who can win hearts half so quickly as she ? 
Who such a bright hit of sunshine can be ? 
Who loves a imby so dearly as wo 
Otir Baby 7 
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LOTTIE AND I ARE OUT. 
BY MU8. B. C. RUDE. 
Congenial little Lottie proposes a walk to 
the woods. I know what that means always. 
Ft means a day of quiet, uninterrupted com¬ 
munion'with Nature. I take a look into the 
blue depths of her speaking eyes, and my soul 
is warmed into an enthusiasm at once. 
We entertain each other on stormy days, Lot¬ 
tie nud 1, when she drops in here and I in there, 
but never when we go to the woods. Such ram¬ 
bles are too unfrequent In this cold elimate to 
he spoiled by silly gossip. If Lottie feels just 
like speaking she does so, and 1 the sumo, other¬ 
wise we keep silent. 
Some people wouldn’t enjoy sueh a going to 
the woods at all. Such people never happen to 
be along with us; wo don’t want them. We 
both take our sketch books, keeping them care¬ 
fully hidden until wo get beyond the reach of 
those curious eyes that sec In a sketch book no 
beauty In fact, nothing but ragged stockings, 
muddy coffee, &c. 
Our Alleghany village Is located In the midst 
of hills, valleys, woods and water. Unexpected 
little creeks spring up almost anywhere, to say 
nothing of the smooth, continuous flow of the 
world-renowned Genesee. 
We have only totakoa by-road,climb a fence, 
mount a hill, descend on tho other side, and wo 
are as completely alone with GOD and Nature 
as we could wish to he. 
A green valley, dotted with pink and yellow 
and white, crossed and reerossed by a pretty 
brook, which shapes It partly with Islands hero 
and wholly there. Towering hills, with rust¬ 
ling evergreens as thick as they can stand, like 
a mighty crowd of people with tholr hands up¬ 
raised to Heaven, and fn their open throats a 
doxnlogy of praise. Thesweet, twittering birds 
chime in the water’s murmur and gurgle and 
dash ; and Lottie and 1 , who were too poor to 
see the Boston Jubilee, sit right down and lis¬ 
ten to this free concert of naturo, this music of 
Heaven’s own arranging, till our souls are full. 
Then we clap our hands and laugh ; ur, if we 
feel like it, we shout, or maybe cry, at some 
strain tenderer than the rest. We have no fear 
of stepping on anybody’s silks if we stir our 
feet, or hitting anybody’s nose If we clap our 
hands. Spying a mossy hank, we dodge off, lie 
down, and look up, up to tho very sky. For a 
moment, oarth Is forgotten, and Heaven the 
all-absorbing theme. Our souls come back re¬ 
freshed, yea, whitened. No one Is there to 
laugh at any of our frcakB. If a stray sports¬ 
man from out the town happens to get his fore¬ 
head over the brow of the hill, he spies ns down 
below and hurries off, muttering,“No ilshin’ 
for trout with two wlmmin a scamperin' round ; 
guess I'll try t’other stream. Wonder what 
business wimmin’s got there, any way?" 
“ Good bye!” say we, very graciously, as that 
tuft of hair disappears behind the hill-top like 
a woodchuck—suddenly. 
After we have eaten a hearty lunch of cold 
beans, ham and hop-yeast bread, Lottie perch¬ 
es henAI? among the limbs of a broken tree- 
top, where she sits as gracefully as a canary in 
its swing, and looking carefully around, draws 
out her sketch book. J lounge down clumsily 
upon the hunk of the stream, as near to the 
water as 1 can get, and draw forth my book. 
Lottie sketches her picture, and Iminc. When 
Lottie gets tired she jumps down, taps me on 
the shoulder, holds up before me the outlines 
of a lovely picture, made up of materials gath¬ 
ered from almost everywhere that she has ever 
been. J timidly hold out to view my own de¬ 
lineation of human character. Whereupon wo 
form a Mutual Admiration Society, not forget¬ 
ting an honest criticism here and there. 
Then, washing our faces In the clear, flowing 
stream, taking a long sniff of God’s free air, we 
turn our steps homeward. Wo find our hus¬ 
bands standing moodily by the side of a couple 
of packed satchels. They inform us that they 
are off for tho Thousand Islands, to be gone a 
month—It’s so lonesome. Wo look at their 
careworn faces, and tell them to “ go on.” Wo 
Had the babies with toes and fingers all on. Be¬ 
sides, we lind to our satisfaction that Mother 
Dibble, the news-peddler, hasn't called, and 
don’t know we've been out. Tho next day wo 
feel so well that, we do two days’ work In one, 
and who Is tho worse for it all? 
At. our leisure we fill out the outlines of 
our sketches. Sho tones down, brightens up 
and blends, then throws a halo of sunshine over 
the •whole;’,while I scratch out and fix over. She 
gets angry, and dashes her brush right against 
a rock that stands In the water and makes the 
splash complete. I get to thinking how many 
meau-natured people there are In the world, 
and I am enabled to throw in enough holy in¬ 
dignation to keep my effort from being quite a 
failure. Lottie’s sketch appears in oils and 
mine in printer’s ink. Neither of us will ever 
croate a stir in the world—We don’t expect to ; 
if her grandfather did paint and mine write 
verses. The “ full development" must, bo fur¬ 
ther down the line. Yet., in mercy’s name, 
what harm do wo do ? She eau amuse children 
and fools wil h her sketches, so ran l with mine 
and that is a GOD-glft, 1 reckon. Besides, 
these little rambles, these littlo spells of thought 
are only rests, sweet rests, in the steady tramp 
of two human lives, that is all. Then don’t 
scowl so and prate. Mother Diuhle, when you 
And that Lottie and 1 are out. 
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THE WOMAN WITH A FACULTY. 
She is my own cousin, and her name is Caro¬ 
line. Iii my girlhood, my good old grand¬ 
mother used often to sigh over mo and say: 
“Somehow, Caroline has got a wonderful 
faculty, and you havn’t, poor child I” a very 
doleful view of tho ease, moat certainly. The 
tide of emigration carried my young cousin 
westward, ami it was only during tho past sum¬ 
mer that I saw her again, metamorphosed into 
an elderly house-mother, exercising her “fac¬ 
ulty” in good earnest. 
I found her the center of a charming family, 
just as every mother should be, possessing the 
entire confidence of her children, from the 
young M. D„ who had just attained his major¬ 
ity, down in mischievous slx-year-old Tommy. 
T found her looking remarkably young, and 
what was better still, remarkably healthy; and 
the children wero healthy, and consequently 
there was a great deal more happiness in that 
household than in many I ran think of. I found, 
also, that this pleasant suite of things had boon 
brought about by the intelligent management 
of my cousin; that she had never surrendered 
the care of her children to servants, but had 
given them her personal attention, and 1 could 
see that In her Intercourse with them she never 
assumed to control them arbitrarily, but ad¬ 
vised them ami taught, them self-government. 
I have always noticed, in German families, tho 
tender relations between parents and children 
—how careful parents were not to wound the 
feelings of the smallest ones, and cousin’s man¬ 
ner reminded me of the dear German mothers. 
She had their tenderness mid solicitude, and 
she had, beyond it, that “faculty,” and to that 
inborn gift J trace much of the comfort of their 
home. 
Couisin <’. is not rich, as the world goesher 
husband is a physician with a good practice, 
and they live In a large Western village. They 
have a pleasant lawn before their house, and a 
fine garden and orchard in the rear. There arc 
flowers in ahundunce, and they repay the loving 
care they receive with fragrance and beauty. 
The house, which is of her own planning, has 
all tho labor-saving devices possible, I should 
think. Her kitchen and pantry reminded mo 
of the compact .’irrangomont needful on ship- 
hoard. Every room in tho house can have sun¬ 
shine and air, and every one is tastefully, yet 
not expensively, fitted up for its particular pur¬ 
pose. Tho sitting-room of the family is the 
cosiest, sunniest apartment In the house, I can¬ 
didly suppose, though whatever room I was in 
1 admired, at the time, more than any other. 
Whenever 1 inquired where sho found this 
lovely bit of drapery or that charming tidy, 
lambrequin or bracket, I had the same answer, 
“The girls and I made it,” till I began to think 
ray cousin and her girls wero fairies In disguise. 
Hot it all seemed easy enough whensheshowod 
me their tools for wood carving, the sewing 
machine that could embroider so deftly, and 
the workshop In tho garret whore all kinds of 
lame furniture issued forth as sound as ever 
and with more than their former glory envel¬ 
oping them. 
I have taken two or three loaves from my 
cousin’s book, and I mean that some of us shall 
profit by them. Dork Hamilton. 
a PRAYER. 
Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme ! 
O, teach me what U good! teach me thyself! 
Save me from lolly, vanity and rice, 
From every low pursuit, and feed my soul 
With knowledge, conscious peace and virtue pure,— 
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!— Thompson. 
Tu’iuliiig for ihe J|otiitfj. 
FRUITS FROM THE TROPICS. 
BY ELLEN BERTHA BRADLEY. 
My brother Ned went down to New York the 
other day, and came home with his hands full 
of bananas. 
“What beauties I” I exclaimed, as we turned 
back the thick skins and tasted the rich fruit; 
“where did you get t hem ?” 
I “ Directly from tho vessel, ” lie answered. 
“They are as fresh as they can bo bought in 
this latitude.” 
“ITow came you to go to the ship?" asked 
mother. 
“ Why, you see," said he, “ I had finished my 
business and was sauntering up Broadway, 
thinking how I might best spend the time be¬ 
fore the afternoon train would leave, when I 
met Charlie W adb on his way to visit a num¬ 
ber of fruit ships that had just arrived, to got 
material for a report on the fruit trade from 
the newspaper with which he Is connected, and 
he asked mo to go with him.” 
“Well, what did you see?" I asked. 
“More fruit than I expect to ever again, at 
one tlm o," he answered. “I never had any Idea 
before of tho oxtent of the trade in tropical 
fruits.” 
“ Was there aahipful?’’ asked Susie, In a tone 
which showed that she thought her guess a 
very large one. 
“Yea,” he replied; “ one filled with these ban¬ 
anas alone, to say nothing of those containing 
oranges, lemons, pineapples, ami other kinds of 
fruit. I wish, M ARY," he added, turning to ine, 
“ that you could have seen that cargo of banan¬ 
as before tho unloading began. It was a pretty 
sight.’’ 
“ How wore they packed?" I asked. “It must 
have been very carefully done, or they would 
have bcou bruised and crushed." 
“Yes,” ho answered. “The bunches -wore 
placed upright upon raised hoards, and many 
wore stored In cribs upon the deck. Hut though 
the utmost care is used, tho losses in tho fruit 
are enormous, though not os great as in pine¬ 
apples. Hut you cannot guess what they use 
for ballast In a banana ship.” 
" Stones," said Harry. 
“Dirt," suggested Annie. 
“Cocoanuts," said I. * 
“Ah, hal” cried Ned. “How came you to 
think of t hat ?” 
“ 1 don't know,” I answered. “I must have 
heard it sometime. Js ir. right?” 
“Yes," he replied. “ I was astonished enough 
when 1 found that the bottom of the ship was 
lined with cocoanuts. Hut Mr Bostwiok, tho 
fruit inspector of the port, told me that they 
made the vessel heavy enough to sail well, and 
wore holier than any other ballast because, 
when they reached here, they Would sell for 
enough to pay for their transportation.” 
“But, Undo Ned,” put In Busib, “why do 
they want to make tho ship heavy ? 1 should 
think the lighter she was tho bettor sho would 
sail.” 
“ No, indeed,” he replied. “The lighter the 
top of a ship is the better; hut there must be 
weight enough, in the hold, to keep her steady. 
A vessel that is too light at the bottom rolls 
and pitches fearfully, and is even in danger of 
capsizing in a heavy sea.” 
“Where did this shipload come from?” I 
asked. 
“From Baraeoa,” he replied. “Almost all 
our bananas come from there.” 
“ Where is Baraeoa?” asked Susie. 
“In Cuba,” he answered. “If one of you 
children will bring rno tho Atlas, i wilt show 
you where It is.” 
“ Harry brought the book, and opening it to 
the map of the West Indies, Ned pointed out 
the town, near the eastern extremity of the 
Island. 
“Mr, Bostwiok told me,” he went on, closing 
the book, “ that the first bananas wero brought 
to New York on a schooner, in 1804, tho whole 
amount being 30 bunches. On the voyage, the 
vessel met a company of three French frigates, 
on one of which was Jerome Bonaparte, on 
his way to Baltimore to marry Miss Patterson. 
Ou learning this the captain sent him some of 
the fruit, a present, which was gratefully ac¬ 
cepted, The remainder was sold in New York. 
Thus began the trade in bananas, which has in¬ 
creased until, in the year 1873, more than 400,000 
bunches were Imported Into Now York alone.” 
“I have read or hoard,"said I, “ that there are 
more tropical Units received In the port of New 
York than in any other place.” 
“That is undoubtedly true, "said Ned. “The 
amount consumed in tho city Itself is greater 
than in London or Paris, and it is also the port 
through which a vast tract of country Is sup¬ 
plied. From New York the fruit can be tran¬ 
sported in safety hundreds of miles in a few 
hours. Many firms arc entirely engaged in re¬ 
shipping West Indian fruits, and there are two 
establishments In the city that put. up in cans 
nearly half a million pineapples every year.” 
“Uncle Ned,” said Annie, “you said that 
pineapples spoiled more than bananas on the 
voyage. Why is t hat ? They aro so much hard¬ 
er that I should think they would keep better." 
“I do not know," he replied, “bill it, is the 
fact. If a vessel loaded with pineapples comes 
in with three-fourths of her cargo fit for mar¬ 
ket, the owners think she has made a good voy¬ 
age. SoinotlmoB the cargo is almost a total loss. 
Mr. Host WICK told mo that, not long ago a ves¬ 
sel came in with 48,000 pineapples, of which 
46,800 were spoiled." 
“ She must have made a slow trip," said I. 
“Probably," he replied; “hut tho voyagos 
need not ho long for the losses to he heavy. If 
tho weather is bad, so that the hatches ha ve to 
be kept shut, tho fruit Is almost suro to be 
ruined. Thunder showers aro especially de¬ 
structive. One time a vessel came up to Sandy 
Hook with a cargo III fine condition ; but sho 
was detained by tho Quarantine officers a few 
hours, and while she was waiting, a severo 
shower burst, and her cargo was almost entire¬ 
ly ruined.” 
“Why, Undo Ned ! What spoiled it!” cried 
Sushis, 
“ What soured the milk yesterday?” said he. 
“ It was sweat before the thunder shower and 
sour after it . Don’t you remember wo had none 
for t.eu? I cannot tell you why it was spoiled 
any more than why a magnet attracts stool; but 
both we know to he facts." 
“How many pineapples are Imported in a 
year, Ned?" asked mother. 
“ In 1873 there were about 4,3110,000 brought to 
New York,” he replied. 
“How Is it about cocoanuts?” I askod. 
“ Of them (here wero about 8,000,000, one-fifth 
of which spoiled before reaching hero. They 
cotno mainly from .Baraeoa, though some are 
sent from other parts of the West Indies, ami a 
few from Central America." 
“ 1 saw a notice tho otlior day,” said I, “ that 
there were two establishments In New York for 
preparing desiccated cocoanuts, and that in one 
of them from 135,000 to MO ,000 wore put up 
monthly and shipped to different parts of tho 
country.” 
“ How many oranges and lemons do you sup¬ 
pose are brought to New York in a year?” ask¬ 
ed mother. 
“ I do not know," replied Ned, “ but the num¬ 
ber m list ho enormous. In 1873 tho amount ire¬ 
ported was valued at something more than 
$3,000,(MX).” 
“Does that include thoso brought from our 
Southern States?” Tasked. 
“ No,” he answered. “ Tho amount sent North 
from Florida and Louisiana has notmuch effect 
upon tho market as yet, although it no doubt, 
soon will, some large consignment* of oranges 
having boon already received. The orange has 
so far, been much more cultivated than (ho 
lemon. The trees grow to about the size of an 
apple tree, and begin bearing when from three 
to five years old. A lull grown tree yields from 
500 to 3,i)00 oranges a year. The fruit Ls carefully 
picked by men and boys, assorted by women, 
who reject, every defective specimen, and then 
wrapped in paper and packed in boxes by girls. 
At least, this is the way it should bo done; but 
sometimes the fruit is greutly Injured by rough 
handling.” 
“Have they evor tried to raise cocoanuts 
thore?” asked mother. 
“Not that I have hoard of," he replied ; “but 
they are experimenting successfully with al¬ 
most everything else. They are cultivating 
limes, pomegranates, olives, figs, dates, guava 
apples, pineapples, and many other kinds of 
tropical fruits. Even tho banana 1* being raised 
in sonic places.” 
“ Well,” said I, “when our Southern orchard 
is developed, and competition has lowered the 
cost or transport ation from our California gar¬ 
den, we shall have such a supply of luxuries 
from both tropical and temperate climes as 
never a people had before.” 
PROBLEM.—No. 7. 
I HAVE a triangular field situated on a level 
plain whose three sides are 20, HO and 40 rods. 
Let it ho required to tie three horses at. tho 
three corners or angles of the field, with a rope 
attached to each horse’s nose, sufficient in 
length to allow him to cat one-half the con¬ 
tents of said field, provided the other two wore 
not present. Required, the length of the three 
ropes and the amount of land the horses would 
have in common. S. G. Cagwin. 
iltT Anawor In two weeks. 
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SQUARE-WORD ENIGMA.—No. 2. 
1. A KIND of monkey. 2. A concretion on 
reeds and marshy places in Galatia. 3 . in Tur¬ 
key, a market. 4. The answer of a god or some 
one reputed to be one. 5. Means a woman. 0. 
a sea nymph. Joseph A. Cox. 
Answer in two weeks. 
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CONUNDRUM.-No. 3. 
Over my first my second reach; 
My whole of justice is a breach. 
Mrs. Clinton Smith. 
Answer in two weeks. 
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PUZZLER ANSWERS. — Aug. 16. 
Biblical Enigma No. L —Blessed are thoy 
which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, 
for they shall be filled. 
Illustrated Rebus No. 4. — “ Cross-eyed 
Isaac.” 
