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GEMS OE POETRY. 
LOVE-LIGHT. 
Only a little sunbeam. 
Dawning in the skle9, 
7et lo ! before that one gleam 
Night affrighted flies; 
For it beholds, led by that ray, 
The leveled lances of the day. 
Only a little glad glance. 
Dawning in loved eyes, 
Yet lo 1 Into its sad haunts 
Sadness startled hies; 
For it beholds, led by that slanee, 
Tho conquering hosts of Love advance. 
A love sono. 
Life is never brighter 
Than when Love appears— 
Love in the East, Life is n feast 
Spread for Joyous years. 
Life grows ever sweeter 
8tlH as Love ascends— 
While our hearts beat. O may Love sweet 
8hine on us, my Irtends. 
Life la never sadder 
Than wheu Love deports— 
Down in the West, ltfe’s glory and zest, 
Sink from empty hearts. 
[The Examiner, 
sloned gratitude of the kindness which En¬ 
glishmen never fail to receive throughout tho 
United States. And he la right. An Amerloan 
gentleman comes to this country with good in¬ 
troductions to a family in London. He is 
asked to a few dinners and evening parties, has 
tickets sent to him for Hurlinghum and the 
Zoological gardens, and is, perhaps made an 
honorary member of his friend’s club. And 
there for the moat part English, or at any 
rate London hospitality begins and ends. But 
an American to whom and English gentleman 
carries a letter of introduction has a far higher 
staudard of his duty to his friend’s friend. And 
he acts up to bla standard, lie considers that 
lie has been called upon to do the honors of 
his country. Like Brlllnt-Savarin's model host, 
he holds himself responsible for his guest's 
happiness so Ion ,* as he remains in his country. 
He introduces him to all the society worth 
knowing. He shows him everything worth 
seeing. Ho will accompany him on long jour¬ 
neys. He will give up his time to him unre¬ 
servedly .—Pali Mall Gazette. 
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Reading far tliq faiing. 
GIRL STARS. 
HIDB AND GO-SEEK. 
Happiness hu* found me out— 
Found ma out at taut I 
Ob, sbs’s dovged mo round about! 
All my hurrying life she's ohased mo. 
Treading hard and hot she’s faced me, 
Almost touched me, all but raced me— 
Here she is at last,! 
Wary were you, happiness! 
Patient to tho last! 
From your thankless business 
Laggard Time has come to free you. 
A1 vays driven by Fate to flee you, 
Never did I think to see you 
Traok me down at last 1 
[Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. 
A SKETCH TOR MOTHERS. 
BY RUTH LEE. 
Children are such close observers, and early 
impressions are so lasting, that parents, teach¬ 
ers and all who have charge of the young should 
carefully govern thoirown speech—ns the little 
ones are quick to notice and remember auy 
indiscreet remarks of their guardians. 
Three children, two boys and a girl, came 
bounding into a house, shouting with such joy¬ 
ous abandon as only happy childhood ever 
knows. What a busv and mischievous trio they 
were, to be sure! Eodowod with tireless activ¬ 
ity and a wonderful exuberance of spirit, their 
wild freakB often taxed the wisdom and pa¬ 
tience of a mother usually tender and loving. 
Just then, she was 111 and worn with the day's 
burdone and could scarcely bear their noisy 
prattle, so she uttered a harsh reprimand. 
The children were awed at '.oe Into silence 
—not so much by the roproo as by Its peculiar 
and almost ludicrous language, never before 
heard from their mother’s lips. They stole 
quietly back to their out-day p)s*y, while the 
woman, absorbed with domestio cares, hardly 
gave the matter a second thought. 
The years passed swiftly by and a middle-aged 
matron looked with pride on good and noble 
sous and a fair young maiden who still made 
tho happy home circle complete. One day, 
when alluding to the pleasant scenes of thoir 
early days, the older brother said to the young¬ 
er, “Don't you recollect what mother once 
oalled us?" 
“Yes, and I have often wondered if she really 
knew bow curiously it sounded to us,”—and 
all three had a hearty laugh over the strange 
epithet. It was nothing very bad, only it was 
entirely out of place and unbecoming to the 
dignity of a sensible mother. 
She was a quiet listener to the conversation 
and was grieved beyond measure that her 
thoughtless expressions bad been so long re¬ 
membered when better things had been for¬ 
gotten. 
Up through the re-opened portals of the past 
—side by side with all the sweetest and hap¬ 
piest memories of childhood—there walked the 
unwelcome ghost of those words, like an accus¬ 
ing spirit, to remind her that. In an unguarded 
moment she had traced on the tablets of child¬ 
ish hearts a blotted line that all the care and 
tenderness of after years had not the power to 
efface. 
Mothers, be cautious how you reprove the 
little ones, and guard well “the door of your 
lips,” lest some word shall escape to rise up in 
judgment against you. Though often weary 
and sorely tried, guide patiently and tenderly 
the little feet that are always straying. Among 
the good seed sown in your children’s hearts, 
let there not spring up a single tare scattered 
by your own careless band. 
--- 
Speaking of comets, we inhabitants of tho 
earth don't see so very many of them. Probably 
not more than one hundred and fifty have ever 
visited our world; but a great astronomer 
named Kepler once said that there are more 
comets in space than there arc fishes in the 
sea! 
I heard a little boy 3ay, the other day, that 
comets were girl stars, because they had long 
hair! I thought it was such a comical Idea 
that I must repeat it. At the same time, the 
little boy ought, to be told that all comets do 
not have long hair, or whatever else wo choose 
to call the great, cloud of vapor that streams 
from tho comet's head. 
The comet which wo have all been admiring 
this summer was, as you know, a long-haired 
comet, or, as astronomers say, it had a very 
long, straight tail; but sometimes the tailB are 
curved to one aide or tho other. There are a 
few comets that have two tails—or “ brushes,” 
as the Chinese call them; and some have had 
even more. 
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WHAT THE HEART IS. 
The heart la like a piunt in tho tropics, which 
all tho year round is bearing flowers and ripen¬ 
ing seeds, autl lettlDg them fly. It Is shaking 
off memories ana dropping associations. Tho 
joys of last year are ripe seeds that will come 
up in joy again next year. Thus the heart Is 
planting seeds in every nook and corner; and 
.is a wind which serves to prostrate a plant Is 
only a sowci coming forth to sow its seeds, 
planting some of thorn in rooky crevices, some 
by river courses, some among mossy stones, 
some by warm hedges and some in garden and 
open field, so it is with our experience of life, 
that sway and bow us either with joy or sorrow. 
They plant everything round about us with 
heart-seeds. Thus a house becomes sacred. 
Every room hath a memory, and a thousand of 
them; every door and each window Is clustered 
with some association. 
AN EYE FIGHT ON THE CARS. 
A clergyman writes:—" Did you ever have 
an eye fight—have some persons look at you 
persistently, catching your eye every time you 
looked at him? Did you ever get aunoyod and 
ttx your eyes on him and struggle and wrestle 
with him and finally throw him? I have many 
a time. I was once riding in tiie uars with a 
beaut iful young lady who was In my charge. A 
man sitting near fixed bis wicked, greedy eyes 
on her, and she was greatly annoyed. I got in 
good range, and fought that man’s eyes all the 
way from Cleveland to Buffalo. Hla eyes both 
needed what no minister, what no good Chris¬ 
tian, could give them and, if any wicked man 
had come into that car and had given him a 
pair of black eyes, I should have thanked the 
Lord.” 
-- 
A CURE FOR DIVORCES. 
ENGLISH AND AMERICAN HOSPITALITY. 
Mb. Kinosley, in bis preface to “South by 
West,” rhapsodizes of America, of Its manifest 
destiny, aiul of the virtues of its citizens with 
almost more than his wonted vigorous warmth 
and glow of words. He speaks with linpas- 
THE RIGHT OR LEFT ARM. 
LITTLE JIMMIE. 
In his little chamber cozy, 
With his cheeks so round and rosy, 
Thinking not of cure or weeping. 
Little Jimmie's soundly sleeping, 
Listening only to the singing 
Of the birds fits dreams are bringing. 
He's a cuuuing little follow, 
With his hair of glistening yellow, 
And a month ns sweet and rosy 
As the rose, his favorite posy; 
But no garden flower, tho tallest, 
Dares compare with him, our smallest. 
When comes floating, merry laughter. 
You may know he follows after. 
If you hear a clear voice ringing. 
You may kuow that he la singing; 
But be sure if you hoar sighing 
That he’a not the child “ a-orylng.” 
He's a sunbeam all the daytime, 
He’s the life of every playtime. 
When the stars their watch are keeping. 
He’s a cherub sweetly sleeping. 
He makes all things bright about him.— 
O, we oouldn’t do without him ! 
GRANDMA’S PRESENTS. 
A CHRISTMAS STORY FOR THE YOUNG. 
BY MRS. GEORGE BARTLB'l'T. 
Wk were all going to Grandma’s on Christmas 
Day, and by some means it had reached our ears 
that the old house was to be trimmed with 
Christmas greens ; so of course wo were all im¬ 
patience, ami the evening before wo Children 
concluded to take our iittlo presents of pin¬ 
cushions, and things, and take a peep. 
How happy wo were that, night! and Oh ! was 
ever such a sight as that parlor, all decorated 
with boughs and wreaths! And there was the 
table in the center of the room, with the largo 
lamp burning brightly, and Grandma and Aunt 
Helen sitting by the wood fire, l remember 
how pleased they wero with the presents we 
brought them, and how, pretty soon, we sat 
A gentleman who did not live very happily 
with bis wife decided to procure a dlvoroe and 
took advloe on the 6ubjeot from an Intimate 
friend—a man of high social standing. “ Go 
home and court your wife for a year," said this 
wise adviser, “and then tell me the result." 
They bowed In prayer and separated. When a 
year passed away, the onoe-complainlng hus¬ 
band called again to sec his friend and said 
*» I have called to thank you for the good advice 
you gave mo, and to tell you that my wife and 
I are as happy as when first we were married 
I cannot be grateful enough for your good coun¬ 
sel." “ I am glad to hear it, dear sir,” said the 
other, " and I hope you will continue to oourt 
your wife as long as you live.” 
-- 
In the Rural of Oct. 24, the question arises, 
“The right or left arm?" I would answer 
“ t/msJj/.-”—'The general rule In passing Is " turn 
to the right." either in walking or driving. If 
a gentleman gives a lady his right arm, she will 
escape collision with many a passer-by and 
much Jostling in passing rude persons. The 
Idea of the gents always taking the outside of 
the walk should be ignored, and the lady given 
the place of safety, viz., the greatest distance 
from the passing throng. C. H. GfiOFUT. 
around the table and began to play Dr. Busby. 
Then came bohio apples and some nuts, and 
some oorn for us to pop ourselves. What a 
lovely time it was! 
Suddenly little Bob, who was fitting on a low 
bench by the fire, looked up and said, " Grand¬ 
ma, if only 1 had some money I should buy you 
something,—you can’t guess what?” 
May be Grandma can guess,” said Aunt 
Helen ; " now Jet’s see. You aud I. Bob, Will 
go in tho next room, and you tell me, and then 
Grandma wil! guess." So she and Grandma 
whispered a few wordB together before she 
wont out, with Bob. In about two minutes 
they came back and sat down. 
"Now, Grandma," said Aunt Helen, "if 
Bob had plenty of money he would give you a 
present, and would it be a beautiful ring ho 
would buy?" 
" No," said Grandma. 
" Well, would it be a bouquet?" 
" No,” Grund ma answered. 
" Perhaps he would bring you a pretty little 
kitten ?" 
"No,” said Grandma, "that isn’t it.” 
" Well, would it be a great big new house?” 
"Yes," Grandma said, " that’s it.” 
"Oh, Grandma, how did you knosv!" ex¬ 
claimed Bob, opening his eyes in wonder; for 
it really was a house he had tolu Aunt Helen 
he should like to buy. 
“ How funny Santa Claus would look bring¬ 
ing a house on his back," said Hattie; “but, 
Grandma, how did you guess?” 
Aunt Helen laughed. 
"Now I want to think of something,” said 
Jennie. 
"Oh, but I know exactly what I would give 
if I had the money!" said Hattie. 
" Weil, Jennie first.;’’ so she and Aunt Helen 
went out, and when they came back. Auntie 
said, “Is it a picture Jennie would like to 
buy?" 
"No,” Grandma said. 
" Well, is it a beautiful pearl fan ?” 
"No," Grandma answered. 
“ Would it be a little rabbit?” 
"No." 
“ Well, a lovely crystal vase ?” 
"Yes.” 
“ Oh, Grandma, how did you eyfer know!” we 
all exclaimed. 
i'ov I’m going," 3aidWiLL. 
"No lot me go,” cried Hattie, for I know 
samething so beautiful to give. 
They'were hardly gone a moment when they 
came back, and Aunt Helen asked, “ Is it a 
diamond bracelet?” 
"No,” Grandma said. 
“ Is it a bunch of roses ?” 
" No." 
" Well, is it a silver elephant ?" 
“ No." 
" Can it be a little dog?" 
" No." 
" Well, a lovely piano made all of gold?” 
“ Yes.” 
"Ob, Grandma,” we all exclaimed together, 
“ do please tell how you guess.” 
But she only laughed, and would not let us 
into the secret. 
"Now it’s my turn," said Will. 
"No, it's mine," said Harry. 
But Harry gave up, and Will went out with 
Aunt Helen. 
" Is it a pair of glass slippers. Grandma, that 
Will would like to give you?” Aunt Helen 
asked when they came in the room again. 
“Just like Cinderella,” said Jennie; but 
Grandma said she was sure it was not a pair of 
glass slippers Will would buy. 
“ Is it a new book ?” 
" No." 
“ Is it a pearl necklace?" 
“ No.” 
“ Can it be a monkey ?” 
" No." 
“ Well, a sofa covered with satin ?” 
“ Yes.” 
Then wc all exclaimed again, and bogged and 
begged, but Grandma wouldn’t, tell. 
“ Now I shall give you something,” said Har¬ 
ry, " that I don’t believe you ever can guess." 
When he aud Auntio oamo back, she said, “ Is 
it a golden ogg?" 
"No.” 
“ Is it a golden rose?” 
“No.” 
“ A red satin bed quilt ?” 
“ No.” 
“ A glass ship ?” 
“No.” 
“ Well, is it a kitten?” 
“No.” 
“ Is it a silver umbrella ?” 
“Yes.” 
“ Oh, my I I don’t understand It at all, but I 
do want to give you something else,” said 
Hattie. 
But Grandma Bald they had given her already 
so many things, that Is, so many make-believe 
things, that she thought she had enough ; aud 
that really she was just as much pleased as 
though she had every one of the presents. 
"But how did you know howto guess them 
all out so exactly ?” said Jennie. 
"That, you see, is something for you to 
guess," said Grandma. 
Just then in came Uncle John to take us 
children home. Wo didn’t any of us wish to 
go, “ not quite yet." 
Weil, ho said he rather thought If wo know 
about tho parcels the expressman had brought 
wo would bo in a little more of a hurry. And 
Oh, my ! such a scampering as there was thou ! 
How quickly wo put on our things; but before 
went we all kissed Grandma und wished 
her "Merry Christmas.” The next day she 
told us how it was she guessed so well about 
the presents wo would like to have given her. 
•‘YOU did not notice, civ cioiirs,'’ she said, 
“that Aunt Helen, in mentioning different 
articles, always asked Is It a. kitten, or a rabbit, 
or some other tittle animal, Just before the 
article you had told her you would like to 
give.” 
" Oh, was that it!" we all exclaimed together. 
" Well, I wish you had the things,” said Hat¬ 
tie. 
Bur. Grandma thanked her, and said she was 
really just as well pleased with them, as though 
she had them. 
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ILLUSTRATED RE3U8-.No. 3. 
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Answer next weeks. 
GRAMMATICAL ENIGMA. 
I AM oornposed of 28 letters. 
My 1, 24,7, 4, 23 is an adjective. 
My 29,54,0 is a pronoun. 
My II, 25 is an article. 
My 21.26, 5 is a oommon noun. 
My A 0,13, 25 is an Irregular verb. 
My 12,17, 8,22 is an adjective. 
My 10,15,33 is an Irregular verb. 
My 21, 24,10,31, 3, 27,25,14, ID, 16 is a preposition. 
My 28,6, 22 la a conjunction. 
My 11,18, 20,17,0 la an Interjeotion. 
My 10, 24.1 Is an adverb of time. 
My whole le the grammarian’s friend. 
<&r Answer next week. d. w. n. 
HIDDEN MOUNTAINS. 
1. They broke jail and esoaped. 
2. He lost the money that was loaned him. 
3. She claimed that which was not hers. 
4. The boys have been coasting. 
5. Indians like the scalps of white men. 
6. O ! live sober and honest lives. 
Answer next week. 
n. w. D. 
PUZZLER ANSWERS.—DEC. 5. 
Cross-word Enigma No. 10.—Montana. 
Hidden Rivers No. 4 .—1, Tweed ; 2, Boyne; 
3, Aar; 4 Mobile; 5. Havel; 6, Ishim ; 7, Thetss; 
8, Tar; 0, Ebro; 10, Ouse. 
Ii.i.usthatkd Rebus No. 2.—Yonkers City 
on the Hudson. 
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