JULY 24 
THE 
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f iitratg P^iatrikng. 
THE FARMER FEEDETH ALL. 
My lord rides through the palace gate. 
My lady sweeps along in state. 
The sage thinks long on many a thin,?. 
And the maldeu tnuttea on marrying 
The minstrel hnrpotb merrily, 
The sailor plows the 'earning sea, 
The huntsman Wile the good red deer. 
And the soldier wars without e’en fear. 
But fall to each whnte'eir befall. 
The farmer he must feed them all. 
Smith ham tut; re Mi cherry red the sword, 
Priest preachotb pure the Holy Word. 
Dame A1 ice workath ’hroidery well, 
Clerk Richard tales of love can tell: 
The tap wile sells her roaming beer. 
Ban Fisher flshoth in the mere. 
And courtiers ruffle, strut and shin®. 
While pages bring the gascon wine: 
But fall to each whate’er befall. 
The farmer he must feed them all. 
Man builds his castles fair and high, 
Wherever river runneth by; 
Great cities rise in every land. 
Great churches show the builder’s hand; 
Great arches, monuments and towers, 
Fair palaces and pleasing bowers; 
Great work Is done, best here or there, 
And well man worketh everywhere; 
But work or rest, whate'er befall, 
The farmer he must feed them all. 
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A ROMANCE. 
“ Ye should hao telt me that in time, Jamie— 
Ye should hae telt me that lang syne, laddie.” 
The slDger’a rich contralto had reached thus far, 
when, toy an inadvertent movement, down came 
the music-toook with a loud clatter upon the keys, 
causing the quiet whist-players, from their remote 
corner In Mrs. Bland’s large drawing-room, to look 
round In amazement. 
“ I think, after such an lndlgnifled Interruption, 
we will not attempt • Huutingtower ’ again; at 
any rate not this evening,’’ said the fair singer, 
May Denton, laughingly. 
“ As jou please,” said her companion, stooping 
to recover the fallen music, and placing It again 
before her. “ It la an especial favorite of mine 
lately,” he added, in a low, meaning voice, the 
earnestness of which brought the color in a sud¬ 
den rush to her cheeks. 
“ But you cannot justify Jamie’s behavior,” said 
she, lightly, to cover her confusion. 
“He wished to try Jennie’s truth, and well she 
stood the test,” he answered. “ Is fhere one that 
would toe true to me, it may be through years of 
wafting,—to me, with neither St. Johnstone’s 
Bower norHumlngtower tooffer ?" 
*• What Is the next piece on your programme, 
young people ?” 
The question thus suddenly breaking In upon 
them came from Mrs. Bland. Unpercelved by the 
pair at the piano, the game had concluded, and 
the whist-players were dispersing. Although the 
room was partially lit, It was only twilight, and 
the lovely evening seemed to draw the party like 
a magnet to the veranda. 
“ Let us listen to the cool plash of the waves 
Instead,” said Clay Nelson, regaining his com¬ 
posure. “ It Is the finest music on an evening 
like this.” 
Drawing a settee to where May had seated her¬ 
self, half In and halt out of the low window, he 
placed lilmseir where he could gaze unpercelved 
atlhe lovely profile, delicate and clear-cut as a 
sculptor's marble, thrown out to perfection against 
the darkening blue of the sky. For a short time 
the only sound that broke the silence was the 
faint ripple or t he sea, and the plash of an oar as 
a boat slowly glided by. 
But presently a woman's voice was heard, loud 
and harsh even In the dlstauce, and two figures 
advanced up the long parade, halting opposite the 
veranda, and drawing May’s attention towards 
them. 
•* There 13 that remarkable looking woman 
again, with the little hoy. I wonder if she Is under 
a row never to wear anything but an Immense 
scarlet shawl over a hluo-and-green plaid dress? 
Did she not resemble a materialized rainbow this 
morning, Mr. Nelson?” Turning to him for an 
answer, she found, with momentary surprise, that 
he had left the room. 
“No one seems to know who she Is,” said Mrs. 
Bland replying to her question in a general way. 
“ But she is evidently not a lady.” 
Meanwhile the object of their remarks had 
moved hastily away, apparently to Join some one, 
though whom May, from her position In the veran- 
der, could not perceive. The evening wore away, 
and the party were dispersing to their different 
rooms, when Clay again made his appearance, just 
m time to hand May’s caudle to her, and open the 
door. 
“ We finish the duet to-morrow, remember.” 
said he, pressing her hand In a lingering “good 
night!” 
Cliff ITouse, the residence of Mrs. Bland, faced a 
bold line of seacoast, sheltered behind by the 
towering cliff from which It derived Its name, 
possessing a lawn and tiny grounds on the south¬ 
ern side, it was eminent ly suited for the purpose 
for which, ten years ago. It was taken by Mrs. 
Bland—that of a boardiug-house. it seemed to 
meet all requirements; a carriage-drive reaching 
to a well-covered portico, a spacious drawing¬ 
room opening on a veranda, a large dining¬ 
room from which could be obtained a view of 
the harbor made It available alike for Invalids, 
to young people to whom the “ see and be seen” 
phase of seaside life was by no means objectiona¬ 
ble, and gentlemen to whom the shipping afforded 
a ceaseless topic of conversation over tlielr wine 
and walnuts. 
Great as these advantages were there was 
however one that yet outbalanced them all, and 
that was herself, the charming hostess. 
BUBAL NEW-YOBKEB, 
Let the season be what It might, visitors few or 
many. Cliff House was always full. She petted 
the Invalids, arranged plc-ntcs and lawn-tennis for 
the young people, listened to the interminable 
stories at Major Cook, always beginning with 
“When I was In India,” with untiring Interest 
and amiability. 
Moreover, she generally had an affair on hand 
among her guests, the happy termination of 
which in a wedding was In great measure due to 
her consummate tact, she being well aware that a 
character for matrimony told rather for than 
againBtthe success of her establishment. 
However differently society at Cliff House might 
have employed Itself during the day, ft always as¬ 
sembled In the large drawing-room In the evening. 
Whist held silent sway at one end, music and sing¬ 
ing at the other. Although the chandeliers were 
lit the Venetians were frequently left undrawn, 
allowing all who liked to remain on the veranda, 
and enjoy the cool breeze or the Autumn evening 
and the sight of tne moonlit sea. 
Such was the home to which May Denton and 
her guardian, Major Cook, had come about twelve 
months previously, a few weeks before the arrival 
of Clay Nelson, whose general characteristics had 
sorely puzzled Mrs. Bland. Handsome and com¬ 
manding In person, reared apparently in the lap 
of luxury, brought up to no profession, it was yet 
evident that, he had made aqualntance with pov¬ 
erty. On his arrival he had entered the field of 
literature-donned “the uniform of foolscap,” as 
he half-satlrlcally, halt-bltterly termed It. Per- 
severingly struggling on, burning much "midnight 
oil,” he hoped In time to win his way as an 
author. 
“ Ye should hue telt me that in time, Jamie— 
Ye should hae telt me that Ian? syne, laddie." 
So blithely sang May Denton the next morning, 
as she snatched up her garden-hat for a stroll in 
the grounds after breakfast. 
Gayly she was proceeding, her hat still in her 
hand, when from a sort of cave la the cliff just 
above her came a voice that set her pulse bound¬ 
ing. 
“ It Is of no use, Caroline, we go over the same 
ground again and again; you know what your 
allowance Is, and must not forestall It. Besides, 
It Is quite sufficient.” 
The words were spoken In a cold, stern tone. 
The reply came before they were well out of his 
mouth. 
i- ufflclent!” she echoed, in a loud, harsh voice, 
trembling with passion—“ sufficient lor a wife and 
child! This la i/our doing; you want me out of 
the way.” 
“You need not excite yourself so, Caroline,” 
came the words, colder and sterner than before. 
“ Here is the money, and here,”—writing on a leaf 
ot his pocket-book—" jpmethlng more Than your 
usual allowance for the child, as you say you need 
It. You know the conditions on which It ts given 
you.” 
Muttering in what sounded like a foreign tongue 
she greedily grasped the packet held out to her 
and flinging her red shawl over her shoulders, 
turned to go. Her coarse dark beauty fell on May 
Denton’s gaze as she stood perfectly chained to 
the spot. 
She watched the flaming garment fade gradually 
in the distance, and the tall, straight figure of 
Clay Nelson recede In an opposite direction, linger¬ 
ing as If watting for some beloved object he fain 
would see. How long she remained under the 
cave she never knew. Too stunned to move, almost 
to think, she lay on the cool ground like one in a 
trance. 
At length, however, It became necessary tor her 
to return; her absence probably unnoticed at 
luncheon was not to be thought of from the dinner- 
table; and feeling that the light of her life was 
gone, that henceforth she would rather die than 
live, she slowly moved away. To have loved, and 
loved like this I Oh: the horror, the shame of 
ltl 
To her great relief Clay Nelson’s chair at table 
was vacant, but he joined them soon after In the 
drawing-room. Making his way at once towards 
May, he said; 
May I ask you to sing my favorite song again, 
May? ShalUtbeasasolooraduet?” 
“It shall be neither. Mr. Nelson," said she, In a 
cold, hard voice, drawing her slight form to Its 
fullest hight; “ and I must beg you to remember 
in future that my Christian name Is reserved for 
my friends.” 
For a moment he gazed thunderstruck, mingled 
love and surprise struggling on his fine features. 
Then pride came to his aid, and he turned away 
with a cold “ as you please, Miss Denton.” 
Heart-sick and weary she sought her room that 
night with the words of the uoflnlshed song haunt¬ 
ing her brain. 
" Ye should hae telt m f > that in time, Jamie— 
Ye should hae telt me that Ians: syne, laddie. 
For had I kent o’ your fuuse heart 
Ye ne’er had gotten mine, laddie.” 
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It wanted two days of Clay Nelson s departure 
from Mrs. Bland's. The morning, hitherto wet and 
cloudy, had suddenly cleared, ana a breeze, that 
threatened ere nightfall to become a gale, had 
sprung up. 
Luncheon was Just over; the ladles had dis¬ 
persed, but the gentlemen still lingered, watching 
the huge foam-crested waves. 
“ That lady must be remarkably fond of boatlDg 
to brave such a sea as that,” observed Major Cook 
to Captain Br&j ahaw, an elderly naval officer, and 
latest arrival. 
He made no reply, beyond anxiously scanning 
the onward career of the tiny bark through his 
telescope. By Its powerful aid he could descry the 
child who, with the boatman and lady, formed the 
sole occupants, leaning over the side apparently 
trying to obtain a piece of seaweed as it floated 
by, 
Good heavens l" he exclaimed, flinging down 
his glass. « The boat has upset 1” 
Clay Nelson, his face white as the handkerchief 
he held, rushed from the room towards the beach 
closely followed by the others. Meanwhile the 
accident had been perceived on all sides; there 
was an outcry and a rush to the boats, which were 
put off In all directions, sturdy arms rowing with 
might and mala to reach the three struggling 
figures that now rose, now disappeared. Once, 
twice the woman and child were seen to rise, but 
before help could reach them they sank to rise no 
more. 
Amidst the terror-stricken crowd that thronged 
the shore stood May Denton. ller.face, white and 
quivering, was turned to where Clay Nelson stood 
with lips compressed and eyes strained towards 
the boats. 
“Mr. Nelson,” she said, in a hoarse whisper, 
“can you stand thus, with your wife and child 
drownlDg, and not try to save them ?” 
"My wife and child!” I do not understand you. 
Miss Denton.” 
"Not underg tand me! Are you so utterly false ? 
Ah I you do not know that I was a witness of one 
of your meetings at the cave under the cliff t" 
Suddenly through the dark trouble of his face 
came a gleam almost of joy. 
“ Then that was the reason of your altered be¬ 
havior, your caprice and heartlessness as I 
thought, that in another day would have sent me 
forth, my faith lu woman gone forever 1 May, my 
darling, meet me by the cave this evening, and I 
will explain alL” 
Pale and trembling, hut with a feeling as of a 
burden being lifted from her shoulders and a 
weight from her heart, 3he returned to the house. 
“ You have heard me speak of Fairfield, May?’i 
said Clay Nelson, as they paced the cliff together 
some hours after the sad catastrophe. 
She bent her head In assent. 
“Fairfield Hall Is the residence of my uncle, and 
until the last five or six* years mine as well. 
Brought up as helr-presumptlve to the estates, I 
followed no profession, and never once dreamed of 
entering the orowded field of literature for ought 
save my own amusement. About that time my 
uncle, then on the verge of seventy, went abroad 
to recruit his falling health. Intending to pass the 
winter lu the South ot Spain. Judge of my sur¬ 
prise, when he suddenly returned, bringing with 
him a bride 1 And such a bride! How or where 
he met her he never told me. My own Idea Is that 
she was a Spanish gipsy. In spile of her beauty 
it was evident that her origin was of the lowest. 
A few months sufficed to show that she was totally 
unfit in every way to reign as mistress in such a 
place as Fairfield Hall. You have seen her, and 
can judve In 6ome measure the sort of wife my 
uncle chose. 
“ For the boy's sake, the heir to the title, he did 
not utterly disown her. He engaged a residence 
for her at the west, which she held under certain 
conditions, and my uncle deputed me to watch 
over her and the youDg heir—not. by any meins a 
light task, as, if you overheard our last interview, 
May, you must have gathered. In another month 
the hoy would have been placed in other hands. 
Have I anything more to say, or have 1 explained 
to your satisfaction. May ? 
“ A nd 1 doubted you. Clay! Oh 1 forgive me.” 
“Appearances were against me, hut the cloud 
has cleared. 
Six months later, and the village of Fairfield Is 
enfete. The cause of the festivity is the return of 
Clay and May Nelson from their honeymoon. 
On the spacious terrace of Fairfield Hall, facing 
the assembled tenantry and villagers In gala 
attire, stand May and her lover-husband. Clcse 
behind them are Major Cook, the bride’s guardian, 
and Mrs. Bland The latter, fascinating as ever, 
has lately listened to the gallant Major’s stories 
with 3uch deference that he does not despair of 
winning the charming widow Lu the end. 
May, though new to her position, is already 
gaining golden opinions. With her hand on her 
husband’s arm, she gr illes and hows in answer 
to the repeated cheers, and turning her beau¬ 
tiful face towards him. says softly: 
‘“Saint Johnston’s Bower and Hunting-tow¬ 
er.’ ” 
With a look of love he answers: 
“ ‘ And a’ that’s mine is thine, lassie.' ” 
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RECENT LITERATURE. 
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This Is a semi-monthly review treating of the 
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Include the highest authority in the world, on the 
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in greater freshness. 
Ballads and Lyrics. Selected and arranged by 
Henry Cabot Lodge. Boston, Houghton, Osgood 
& uo. 
We quote from the preface: “ This collection is 
Intended for hoys and girls between the ages of 
twelve and eighteen In our public and private 
schools. The main purpose of the book Is educa¬ 
tional. it ia designed to breed a liking for good 
poetry,and to suggest more extended reading in the 
works, both lu prose and In verse of the heat au¬ 
thors. The Lyrics which have been selected are, 
as far as possible, the simplest ot their kind both 
in form and la Idea. The collection will fully 
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good poetry, or If It helps to open to children the 
splendid and unbounded resources of literature,” 
MAGAZINES FOR JULY. 
Herald op Health.— Contents: common Mind 
Troubles; How to Feed Infante; Favors—Fulfill¬ 
ment—Our Forefathers—In Health and In SIck- 
ness; Strongest Man In the World; New Method 
of Prolonging Life; Habits of Bancroft the Histo¬ 
rian—Degeneration—Food and Man-, Record of 
Hygienic Progress; Cradles; Macaroni and Ver¬ 
micelli—Pie—Cheap Frying-Pans; Howto Live In 
Summer—Swimming all the Y'eai—An Appreci¬ 
ated Wife Remembering Injuries—Manners; 
Woman’s Conversation. — Current Literature; 
Health Foods. 
Swimming all the Year.— A lady wilting to the 
Providence Journal on the art of swimming, says: 
“Everywhere In Europe It is becoming the custom 
for girls r,o swim as well as hoys. At Trouville, 
Etretat and other places In France, and at Clvlta 
Vecchia and other watering places in Italy, I have 
seen princesses swimming day after day as ably as 
the swarthiest fishing girls. In this matter o t 
swimming,” continued the writer, “the banks of 
the Serpentine, In Hyde Park, London, upon a 
warm evenlDg, are an apt Illustration or thought¬ 
ful indulgence for the hoys. At a certain hour la 
the evening one hank of tne Serpentine Is crowded 
with hundreds ot boys, eagerly watching for the 
signal to be given for bathlDg by the authorities 
on the opposite bank. They stand with every¬ 
thing stripped off except what decency requires, 
and at the signal the scanty remnant of raiment 
drops from each as If by electricity. A mad scam¬ 
per and plunge, and the water is alive with rol¬ 
licking boys. At another signal all must retire to 
give place to another crowd ot Impatient swim¬ 
mers. The agents of the Royal Humane Society 
are at hand to prevent accidents, and the police 
see that good order is preserved. The Upper 
Thames, also. Is the happiest stream In the world, 
and the manly forms and magnificent color ot 
young Englishmen attest the benefit ot the swim¬ 
ming and boating of the summer season. In Lon¬ 
don, Brighton and other English cities, and In San 
Francisco there are fine swimming baths tor both 
Bexes, which are open for the greater portion of 
the year. The water in many of them, both In 
Brighton and San Francisco, Is slightly warmed 
by steam during the cooler months, so that a good 
swim may he enjoyed as well during the winter as 
the summer. The London baths are centrally lo¬ 
cated. are of one story In bight and prettily de¬ 
signed.—Herald of Health. 
Eclectic Magazine.— Contents: Steel Engrav- 
iDg— The Frown; The Gospel of Evolution: Mo¬ 
rocco and the Moors; The Pinch of Poverty; 
Henri Murger; De Profundls; An Escape for Life 
from a Fijian Cyclone; White Wings: a YachtlDg 
Romance; From the Cradle; The Grievances of 
Women; A Plea for'Musicians; Recent Science; 
Cymbellne in a Hindoo Play-House; Daltonism ; 
The Regicides of this Century; An Anecdote of 
Instinct; Fleusss Method of Breathing Under 
Water; Literary Notices; Foreign Literary Notes; 
Science and Art; Varieties: Winged Words—The 
Bedroom—Democracy. 
Good Company—Number Ten.— Ellen W. Olney 
contrlbutea the leading story in Good Company, 
Number Ten. Two others are entitled Penance 
Extraordinary and Interpositions of Providence. 
Under the guise of a fish story Mrs. L. W. Champ- 
ney happily hits off In her usual vivacious style 
various theological Isms. 
Another contribution tells of “ tarns ” in a place 
which was once badly given to them. Seneca 
Falls, Including the origin ot the Bloomer costume. 
It seems that Mrs. Bloomer was not the first to 
wear it, though It took its name from her. 
E, &. Gilbert has a most seasonable study of 
nature, Along the Brook; George M. Towle writes 
of The Three Emperors; there is an account of an 
interesting historical collection of wax-works In 
Westminster Abbey (how many persons, travelers 
even, knew wax-works were one of the sights ot 
Westminster ?); Contributions from Mrs. Edward 
Ashley Walker and Miss Catharine Carrington; 
poems by Dora Read Goodale, T. S. Collier and 
Walter Learned; and the pros and cons as to 
decorating confederate graves. 
An article In the Editor's Table rejoices in the 
cheap hooka now so plenty, and expresses the 
opinion that In the long run they will tend to pro¬ 
mote the sale of oound books. 
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BRIC-A-BRAC. 
“ Don’t you dare to kiss me once,” 
She cried with blazing- eyes 
At John, who felt himself collapsed 
To half his usual size. 
“ I won’t," he said. '* please pardon me, 
And I will be so nice”— 
She smiled, and said, ” Dear John, I didn't 
Say you shouldn’t kiss mo twice.” 
“ How far is It to Club Creek ?” asked a trav¬ 
eler of a Dutch woman. “ Only shoost a leetle 
vays.” “ Is It four, six, eight or ten miles ?” Impa¬ 
tiently asked the stranger. “ Yas. I dink It Is,” 
serenely replied the unmoved gate-keeper. 
Take her up tenderly. 
Fashioned so slenderly. 
Young and so fair; 
Handle her carefully. 
Talk to her prayerfully— 
She's cross as a bear. 
—Rochester Herald. 
It la to he hoped that mosquitoes will use the 
telephone this year.—New York Herald. 
Breathes there a man with soul so dead 
Who never took butter and sugar on his bread 
In childhood ? 
There doth, although the confession conies hard, 
'Twaa the fellow who choked on oleomargarine lard. 
In childhood. 
A musician, George Sharp, had his name on the 
door thus: “ G. Sharp.” A wag of a painter who 
