APBIL 
THE BUBAL WEW-YORKER. 
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THE “FASHIONABLE" BELLE. s 
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BY PORT V. LACCA. 
11 , 0 vf. what I love. bo it amall be it great, ^ 
I love what I love, be it wealth, bo it state; 
I love what I love—'tis a fact, not a sell— C 
I can’t say I love the Fashionable ’’ Belle. 
I love merry hearts, be they young, be they old, 1 
I love lmp|iy homes, they are dearer than gold; i 
1 love loving words, they own a sweet spell, 1 
But I c-nn't Bay 1 love the '• Fashionable ” Belle. 
T love cheery songs and the bugle’s glad sound, < 
I love sunny skies and the hl1\ er-cloucle ’round; 1 
I love mountains grand and the shadowy doll. 
But I can't say I love the •* Fashionable " Belle. 
I love honest boys and I love tidy girls. 
I love, children dear, they are fairer than pearls; , 
I love what I love and don’t care ir you tell— 
I can’t say I love the “ Fashionablu ” Belle! 
--» »♦-— 
WHIFFS FROM CANADA. 
Luxury of Good Books. 
“ Why don’t, you have a gold watch mother, like 
Mrs. so-and-so?" The children asked the question 
so earnestly, and had done so several times until I 
thought it would be beat to use a convincing 
argument as to my reasons or my taste In the 
matter. *' Do you know," said I, “ how much we 
spend every year for magazines and books?" Then 
they began to count; Atlantic, Scribners, Uan>- 
ers’. St. Nicholas, Wide Awake, Rural, Agricul¬ 
turist, the local dallies and weeklies, New York 
Tribune, Entomologist, Science Gossip, ob, such a 
goodly array! Then wc looked at my bill of 
stai loncry and books for several years back, made 
a simple sum of addition and Wund that with the 
money spent in this way I might have bought a 
very elegant ladles' gold watch every year. “ So 
you see,” I continued, " every person has not tho 
same taste, and It, is well for each one to employ 
hla money as best suits his needs." 
While l sometimes think that “the time o day" 
would be very useful to me, when from homo, 
I do not attempt to compare the usefulness of 
such an appendage, with t he mental food to be 
derived from good periodicals and books, and the 
pleasure and companionship they are to us. \Yhat 
a darkness would fall upon us If the papers and 
magazines were withdrawn! Is not our knowl¬ 
edge of history, of travel, of the arts and sciences, 
of music and culture in every form derived from 
our reading7 Does not our knowledge of garden¬ 
ing, and agriculture, of poetry and good cooking, 
of politics and the great world's doings, spring 
from the carefully prepared newspaper or book 
tUat represents our money spent? 
It strikes me very unpleasantly at f lines, when 
visiting the homes of well-to-do farmers, to see 
such a dearth of good reading. The wife and | 
daughters often wear Jewelry and false hair, fol- 
low the fashions and procure good furniture, but 
the cheapest dally or weekly paper Is too often 
the sole pabulum for the mind, and I am convinced 
this, in a great measure, accounts for.the How of 
small talk and gossip, that Is so often commented 
upon; and the saving grace of even these cheap 
papers is, that they sometimes have the good 
taste to make selections from better periodicals, a 
fad. that should help to console the victims of the 
literary piracy so unblushlngly practiced. After 
such a visit., when I return to my own fireside, I 
am more than ever thankful that my Inclination 
leads me to value good books, and the choice and 
interesting magazine literature of the day. Shall 
1 buy a watch Instead? Loud cries from the 
children of "No! No!” Annie L. Jaok. 
WOMEN. 
Mrs. IIayes wears no ornaments. 
Mrs. Mou.ov, Indiana temperance lecturer, Ls 
stirring up Vermont. 1 
A r, adzes’ underwear factory at Weymouth, 
Mass., employs over loo hands. 
Miss Bkaddox writes her novels In a tailor’s 
thimble, to save her lingers from Ink. 
Tun late Mrs. Trotter of Cambria, Fa., being 
childless, reared twenty-nine poor orphans. 
A St. Lol is couple celebrated their golden wed¬ 
ding a lew years ago, nod now they want a di¬ 
vorce. 
Tiik stuti-toed Chinawoman with an embassy 
In Europe, ls called "The Tottering Lily of Fasci¬ 
nation." 
Tuk gentleman who kissed the lady’s "snowy 
brow" caught a severe cold, and has been laid up 
ever since. 
Chinese babies never howl. One of them can 
bo left alone lor twelve hours and ho never moves 
01T his back. 
At New Orleans they amuse themselves on Sun¬ 
days by shooting at turkeys. “ Ladies ” also par¬ 
ticipate In the sport. 
A Kalamazoo couple agreed to separate, and 
the husband broke up housekeeping by smashing 
$300 worth of furniture. 
"Snow ns the man," cries an exchange, “who 
slurs his mother-in-law, and we will vouch that 
ms wire is not a desirable acquaintance." 
An Hlinols girl couldn’t secure a certificate as 
a school teacher because she couldn't tell why the 
hind wheels of a carriage were the largest. 
A CutCAGOlady, who asked her little son at a 
fashionable hotel, the other day, If he knew that 
" menu ” Is French for bill or rare, fainted when 
he replied, "Menu it!” 
Y'ocng ladles’ promenade costumes are now or- q 
namented with buttonhole bouquets attached to ’ 
a chain which IS tucked tn the bol t at tho left stile. L 
A Kentucki an married a girl without previous- — 
ly telling her that one of bis legs was wood, and 
she was so angry on finding It, out that she left 
him. 
Two young women cowhtded a man In the | 
street In Lexington, Ind., recently, and he, lapsing 
from politeness, nearly killed one of them with a 
club. 
A girl of twelve years recently drowned her- < 
self at Bessoges, France, because her mother 
scolded her several days for giving a sausage, to 
the cat. 
Mrs. M assik, a lady eighty years old, living at 
Cano Valley, Ky.. was a row days ago married to 
her fifth husband, he being a man seventy-seven 
years old. 
" I uAVK never known but two women who 
were really perfect," said one French lady to an¬ 
other. " Who was tho other?" quietly asked her 
companion. 
Boarder “This tea seems very weak, Mrs. 
Skimp." Landlady—" It. must be on account of 
the warm weather, i feel weak myself. In fact, 
everybody complains." 
A Chicago girl writes to the school authorities 
of that city to say that, she " bed bln out of em¬ 
ployment for a yeans, and wild teech for ten dol¬ 
lars a month, and bord around." 
An old gentleman tn Georgia, according to a 
veracious local paper, recently had six grand¬ 
children born to him in a single night, and he 
wasn't a Mormon community cither. 
An inventor In Baltimore ls ruined, lie In¬ 
vented a kind of air-cushion for women’s bustles, 
put all hLs money Into their manufacture, and 
now a change In fashion has left the stock value¬ 
less on his hands. 
HU'-dockets for lap-dogs are the latest innova¬ 
tions in ladles’ dresses. W 1th a dog In her pocket, 
a seal on her back, a bird in her hat, and kids on 
her hands aud feet, the well-dressed lady is but 
little short, or a walking menagerie. 
I Louise de la Ham he, bet ter known as “ Oulda,” 
lives In a magnltlceut mansion, Just outside of 
Florence, where, amid gay silken hangings, mar¬ 
ble statues, old pictures, medUeval bric-a-brac, j 
and a perfect wilderness of (lowers, she writes her 
stories. 
A Stratford old lady, who had never been on 
t.ho cars before, recently rode by rail to New 
Haven- On her return, on being asked what she 
thought or It, She exclaimed: " Why, 'taint noth- i 
In’ at ail 1 It's the moat ui-o-n-O-t-O-n-o-u-s thing! : 
Why, I believe, coming back they went through ’ 
the Identical places they did when they went 
down! ” 
A “Lady 11 Ei.i’," writes to tho London Olobe 1 
that, In answer to an advertisement under the 1 
above heading, she went to a lady or rank, who \ 
told her she must do needlework, marketing, and 
superintend all the servants’ work. While the 
applicant was anxiously awaiting the sum to he 
named In return for the work, the grand lady 
naively inquired whether she expected any salary. 
England has a new character who preaches 
1 woman's rights after the manner of the Smith 
i sisters of Glastonbury, Conn. Her name ls Miss 
l Hose Hall of Middlesex, who has allowed her 
I goods to be distrained for queen's taxes, as a 
• practical protest agfttnst tho exclusion of women 
• householders from the parliamentary franchise. 
1 Twelve silver rorks were seized and put. up by 
i auction. 
1 Miss Phosbe Brown, aged sixty-eight, loved her 
1 cats. For eighteen years she lived In a ttrat tloor 
c back room, In London, and systematically fed a 
dozen cats. When she grew feeble and was no 
longer able to work, she starved herself and 
pawned everything she had In order to keep her 
poor pets alive. She refused to send for a doctor 
when she was sick. She was found dead In her 
3 bed one morning late tn January, surrounded by 
green eyes and music. 
, A tleasant Instance of true generosity and Its 
reward occurred at Rockport last week. A woman 
who supported two children by hard work, was 
8 asked by a fellow-worker In the mill to aid In 
making up a purse for a poor woman. Though j 
g having only sixty cents left to carry herself and 
children through the week, she gave twenty-flvo 
1- cents; and a little later tho person returned and 
1- told her that she was the one for whom tho purse 
was Intended, and handed her $25. 
>)' A t rw weeks ago a young lady broke through 
L the Ice of a deep skating pond noar Toronto, and 
a young man rescued her at the risk of his own 
ry life. As the half-drowned girl was recovering 
ip consciousness her agonized father arrived on the 
spot. Taking one of. her cold, white hands In one 
in of his own, he reached out bis other for the haud 
es of her rescuer, but the young man, realizing his 
danger, wit h one frightened glance broke for the 
woods and was soon lost to view. Ho has not 
a " been beard of since, and it is supposed tnat he ls 
ir traveling In the United states under the false aud 
hollow name of Smith. 
IH | near Prospect street she drooped a little red 
ng bow with a gold pin attached, and it Puttered to 
the edge of the sidewalk. She stopped and looked 
ho attt. it might as well have Buttered to the edge 
at of the universe and dropped over for anything 
that she could do to get It. She walked around It 
as two or three times, gazed sadly at It, and tnen 
he walked a block to Bolivar street, got a small boy 
and paid him tea cents to come back and pick up 
b a that bow. As the boy rejoined bis companion be 
mt remarked:—“1 never saw a woman so proud, 
ten she wouldn't pick up her own things Horn the 
sidewalk." But It wasn’t pride. 
pairing for tljc fjauug. 
OLD SAYINGS. 
Ab poor as a church moiiHO, 
A» thin an a rail; 
Ah fat ub n porpoise, 
A» rough iih a gale; 
Ah brave as a lion, 
Ah spry as a cut; 
Ab bright as a sixpence. 
As weak us u rat. 
As proud as a peacock, 
Ah sly as a fox; 
As mad ns a March haro, 
Ab strong aa an ox; 
As fair as a lily. 
As empty as air; 
As rich uh Cmssits, 
As cross as a hear. 
As pure aa an angel, 
Ab neat as a pin; 
As smart aB a 81«el-trap, 
Am ugly an sin; 
Ah dead as a door-nail, 
Ab white as a sheet; 
As flat as a pancake, 
Ah red ns a beet. 
As round as an apple. 
As black a* your hat; 
Ah brown as a berry, 
Ah blind bm a bat; 
Ah moan as a miser, 
As full bh a tick; 
Ah plump as a partridge, 
Ati sharp ns a stick. 
As dean as a penny. 
As dark as a pall; 
As hard uh a millstone, 
Am bitter ns gall; 
As line as a fiddle, 
As clear as a bell; 
Ah dry a» a herring. 
Ah deep as a well. 
As light as a feather. 
As hard as a rock; 
As still us a poker, 
As calm as a clock; • 
As green as a gosling. 
As brisk as a bee; 
And now let mo stop. 
Lest you weary of me. 
—-■♦♦♦-— 
THE WORSTED STOCKING. 
“ Father will have (lone tho great chimney to- f 
night, won’t he, mother? "said little Tom How¬ 
ard, as he stood waiting for his father’s breakfast, i 
which he carried to him at his work every morn¬ 
ing. 1 
" He Halil ho hoped all the scaffolding would be 
down to-nlglit,” answered ills mother, “ and that 
will be a line sight; for l never like tho ending of 
those great chimneys, It'S so risky. Thy father’s 
to be the last up.” 
" Eh ! then, but I’ll go and see him, and help 
’em to give a shout afore ho comes down,” said 
Tom. 
" And then,” continued his mother, " if all goes 
right, we are to have a rrollo to-morrow, and go 
Into the country, and take our dinners, and spend 
all t he day among the woods.” 
“ Hurrah !" cried Torn, as he ran ofT to his fa¬ 
ther's place of work, with a can or rnllk In one 
hand and some bread In the other. His mother 
stood at the door as he went merrily whistling 
down the street; and then she thought of the 
dear father he was going to, arid the dangerous 
work he was engaged In; and then her heart 
sought its true refuge, and she prayed to God to 
protect and bless her treasures. 
Tom, with a light heart, pursued Ills way to his 
father, and, leaving him his breakfast, went to 
his own work, which wus at gome distance. In 
the evening, on his way home, ho went round to 
see how his father was getting on. James How¬ 
ard, the father, and a number of other workmen 
had been building one or Uiohc lofty chimneys, 
which, In our great manufacturing towns, almost 
supply the place of other architectural beauty. 
This chimney was one of the highest and most 
tapering that had ever been erected; aud as Tom, 
shading Ids eyes from the slanting rays of the set- 
I ting sun, looked up to the top In search of Ids 
father, his heart almost sank within him at the 
appalling hlglit. The scaffolding was almost, all 
down, the men at the bottom were removing the 
last beams and polos. Tom's father stood alone 
on tiie top. He looked all round to see that every¬ 
thing was right, and then, waving his hat In the 
air, the men below answered blrn with a long, 
loud cheer, little Torn shouting as heartily as any 
of them. As their voices died away, however, 
they heard a very different sound -aery of alarm 
I and horror from above: “ The rope l the rope! ” 
\ lie men looked round, and colled upon the 
ground lay the rope which, heforc the scaffolding 
was removed, should have been passed over the 
top of the chimney for Tom’s father to comedown 
by. The scaffolding had been taken down with¬ 
out. their remembering to take the rope up. There 
was a dead sllenie. They all knew It. was Impos¬ 
sible to throw the rope up high enough or skilful¬ 
ly enough to reach the top of the chimney; or, ir 
they could, It would hardly have been safe. They 
stood In silent dismay, unable to give any help, or 
think of any means of safety. 
A nd Tom’s father! lie walked round and round 
the little circle, the dizzy bight seeming every 
moment to grow more fearful, and the solid earth 
i further and further from him. In tho sudden 
i panic he iost, hU presence of mind, and his senses 
. almost railed him. He shut his eyes ; he felt as if 
; j the next moment, lm must bo dashed to pieces on 
l the ground below. 
The day had passed as'lndustrlously and swiftly 
as usual with Tom’s mother at home. She was 
always busily employed for her husband and chil¬ 
dren In some way or other, and to-day she had 
been harder at work than usual, getting ready Tor 
the holiday to-morrow. She had lust, finished all 
her preparations, and her thoughts were silently 
thanking God for her happy home and ror all the 
blessing of life, when Tom ran in. His face was 
as will to as ashes, and ho could hardly get bis 
words out: "Mother! mother! ho caunft get 
down! ” 
“ Who, lad ? Thy father? " asked his mother 
“They’ve forgotten to leave him the rope," an¬ 
swered Tom, still scarcely able to speak, 
His mother started up, horror-struck, and stood 
for a moment as if paralyzed; then, pressing her 
hands over her face, as It to shut out the terrible 
picture, and breathing a prayer to God ror help, 
she rushed out of the house. 
When she reached the place where her husband 
was at work, a crowd hud collected round the foot 
of the chimney, and stood there quite helpless, 
gazing up, with faces full of horror. 
“ lie says he'll throw himself down,” exclaimed 
they, as Mrs. Howard came up. " He's going to 
throw himself down 1" 
“Thee munuft do that, lad," cried the wife, with 
clear, hopeful voice. “Thee munna do that. 
Wait a bit,. Tuk’ off t hy stocking, lad, and un¬ 
ravel It, and let down thu thread with a bit of 
mortar. Dost, hear me, Jem ? ” 
“ The man made a sign of assent, for it seemed 
as ir lie could not speak; and, taking off lilsst.ock 
lng, unraveled the worsted thread, row after row. 
The people stood round In breathlsss silence and 
suspense, wouderlug what Tom's mother could bo 
thinking or, and why she sent la such lmsto for 
the carpenter's ball of twine. 
“ Lot down one end of the thread with ft bit of 
stone, anil keep fast hold of the other," cried she 
to her husband. The little thread came waving 
down tne tall chimney, blown hither and thither 
by the wind; but at last It reached the out¬ 
stretched hands that wore waiting for it. Tom 
held the ball of string while his mother tied one 
end of It to the worsted thread. " Now, pull It up 
slowly,” she cried to her husband. And she grad¬ 
ually unwound i.lie string us the worsted drew It 
gently up. It stopped—the string had reached 
her husband. " Now, hold the string fast and 
pull It, up." cried she. And t he string grew heavy 
and hard to pull, for Tom and his mother had fast¬ 
ened the thick rope to It. They watched it, gradu¬ 
ally and slowly uncoiling from tho ground, as the 
string was drawn higher. 
There was but one coll left. It had reached the 
top. “ Thank God! Thank God ! ” exclaimed t he 
wife. She bid her face In her hands, In silent 
prayer, and tremblingly rejoiced. Tbe rope w ins 
up. Tlio iron to which It should be fastened was 
there all right; but, would her husband be able to 
1 make use of them ? Would not the terror of the 
i last hour have so unnerved him as to prevent him 
from taking the necessary measures for Ids safety ? 
i she did not know the magic Influence which her 
l few words uad exercised over him; she did not 
know the strength that the sound of her voice, so 
i calm ami steadfast, had tilled him with, ns if the 
> little thread that carried him the hope of life once 
I more, had conveyed to him some portion of that 
faith which nothing ever destroyed or shook tn 
her true heart; she did not, know that, its he 
> waited there, the words came over him, “ Why art 
r thou cast, down, < > my soul, and why art thou dis- 
r quieted within me ? Hope thou In God." 
^ There was a great shout. " He’s safe, mother; 
a he’s safe! ’’ cried little Tom. 
t “Thou’st saved mo Mary I" said her husband, 
0 folding her in Uls arms. "Ilul what alls thee? 
Thou seem si more sorry than glad about, It: ” 
But Mary could not speak; and If the strong arm 
s of her husband had not held her up, she would 
0 have fallen down. The sudden Joy, after such 
r great four, had overcome her. 
” ' “Torn, sahl his father, " let thy mother lean on 
n thy shoulder, and we will take her home." 
. And in tlielr happy home they poured forth 
it, their thanks to God for His great goodness; and 
their happy lira together felt dearer and holler for 
it, the peril It, had been In, and for the nearness that 
, the danger had brought them unto God. A nd tho 
t.’ holiday, the next day—was it not a thanksgiving 
Is day? 
lugto. 
ART ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 180 letters: 
My 19,6, 57, 8, TIT, 112, 103, Si, 08, 124, 41, 13, 76 was 
an ancient statue. 
My 12,1, 60, 9, 105, so, 70, 61, 129, 91 a painter of 
Western scenery. 
My 40, 116. 10?, 85, 74, 49, 93, 99, 1, 10, 14, 97, 72, 69 
the name of a German artist. 
My 20, 19, 50, 81, 88, 05, 95, 68, 37, 59, 121, 1 IS, 64, 43, 
5, 24, 67, 38, 28, 15, 3, 18, 52, 119, 73, 63, 7, 47 a 
beautiful painting by 125, H, 71, 112 , ill, s, 
79, 98, 108. 
My 119, 111, 83, 26, 120, 127, 53, 0, 68, 29, 66, 1, 1, 122, 
64 , 32 a painter of birds and flowers. 
My 19, 114 ,69, 62, 11 , 126 , 42 , 6, 101 , 97 an American 
sculptress. 
My 107, 1, 51 , 101 , 92, 28 , 97, 123, 114, 81 , 30, 27, 21, 62 
one of her statues. 
My 97, 35 ,74, 88, 17,36, 33 a noted European artist. 
My 55, 83, 128, 129, 97, 54, 16, 26, 0 , S3, 12, 62, 112, 60, 
6, 51, 69, 83 and 1, 76, 105, 112, NO, 7, 24, 15, 4, 
28 , 7, 112 , 90, 76, 13, 78, 0 ,7, 15 the names of 
t wo very pretty companion pieces, by Mks 
Ellen Robbins. 
