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for feminine worker*. There they are taught 
designing for carpets, oil cloths, wall-paper, 
etc.; wood-carving, engraving, repoussfe metal 
work, and many other branches. They have 
the advantage of learning practically, for art¬ 
istic skill without technical knowledge is 
worthless. The designer for textile fabrics 
must understand the Jacquard loom and its 
powers, while designs for priuted fabrics must 
be made with technical understanding of the 
colors required. This is all taught here. A 
Dumber of women are employed as carpet de¬ 
signers, and there is no reason why they should 
not be occupied in other branches of the art. 
Another branch of industrial art for which 
women are peculiarly fitted is that of decor¬ 
ating and furnishing. Several are very suc¬ 
cessful in this field already. The requirements 
are native taste and industrial training ; add 
to these energy and business ability, and you 
have the ideal furnisher. 
COTTAGE MAID. 
ON UNSELFISHNESS. 
SELMA CLARE. 
This word I do not find in Webster’s Una¬ 
bridged, and I had almost said, this quality in 
its perfection I do not find in the human race. 
I say “almost,” for it would be neither fair 
nor true, did I not make two exceptions. I 
am blessed with two entirely unselfish friends, 
who, I am bound to say, are so imposed on by 
the majority of selfish ones about them that 
the spectacle is often a painful one. 
Gail Hamilton once wrote an essay, in the 
4tlantic Monthly, entitled “Who of Us are 
Insane ?” in which sue very ably proved that 
we are all more or less insane on some one 
subject, or, as it is generally called, “cranky.” 
Now suppose each one of us were to sit down 
with a real desire for self-knowledge, with this 
question before us, “Who of us are unselfish?” 
How many of us would escape self-condemna¬ 
tion? Webster defines selfishness as an “ex¬ 
clusive regard for one’s own interest or hap¬ 
piness, without regarding that of 01 hers.” It 
is distinct from self-love, although often con¬ 
founded with it. Mackintosh says it is “a 
vice utterly at variance with the happiness 
of him who harbors it, and as such, con¬ 
demned by self-love.” Self love is a desire 
for good or well-being which actuates the 
breast of all, aud as long as it does not degen¬ 
erate into selfishness, says Fleming, it is quite 
compatible with true benevolence. We are 
commanded to love our neighbor as ourself. 
It is when we prefer ourselves before our 
neighbors that we become selfish, or at least 
when we seek our own good at the expense, or 
to the injury of others. 
The conventionalisms of society often make 
one selfish, because they are directly antagon¬ 
istic to generous impulses. One of the love¬ 
liest ladies 1 have ever known was looked at 
askance by society, until her husband made a 
million by the rise of Western property. She 
did such “queer things,” they said. 1 had a 
sample of these “ queer things” once as I 
walked behind her through a fashionable 
street. A little boy was staggering along under 
a basket several times his own size, and 
freignted with an assortment from a green¬ 
grocer’s, who was sending home the purchase 
of a customer. Quite overcome by his bur¬ 
den, the lad sat down on the curbstone when 
my friend came along. She stopped, looked 
at him pityingly, and taking hold of one side 
of the handle, helped the poor boy to his des¬ 
tination. Alter the advent of the million, 
society forgave such little ways, and only 
said she was “ peculiar.” 
A writer in the Globe Democrat says, “ A 
woman has told me that the reason men so 
often get selfish wives, is because selfish girls 
look cooler, keep fresher aud are better ar¬ 
rayed than the girls who help their mothers, 
and so have less time to look to themselves.” 
It is undoubtedly a fact that iu the eyes of 
undiscriminating persons, selfish people wear 
best, for Bulwer Lytton says, “It is astonish¬ 
ing how well men wear when they think of no 
one but themselves.” This, of course, applies 
to women as well, but they will not wear well 
in the eyes of a discerning person, who will 
see the lines that betoken selfishness, and will 
forever after be blind to the beguilements of 
dimpled aud rosy cheeks, and white, and taper 
fingers. A selfish girl may marry sooner than 
her more unselfish sister, but such girls do not 
marry the best men, because the best men 
look for some more enduring quality than 
tastefulnets in dress. 
There is much selfishness that is negative 
ratLer than positive—that is, it is the selfish¬ 
ness of thoughtlessness. Many people let gen¬ 
erous acts go by them, because they do not 
thiuk. These are the natures who might have 
been trained to be unselfish. They are quite 
willing to do anything for another, if the ser¬ 
vice is only suggested to them, It is very 
easy to make a child unselfish, if yoy ofilj" be¬ 
gin with the babe jy aring, 
THE BOYS’ MYTHOLOGICAL CLUB. 
ii. 
When the next meeting night drew near, all 
the boys bad assembled on time. They also 
had one or two additions to their number. 
For the benefit of these new comers I bad to 
go back and explain that we were going to 
take up Grecian Mythology, or rather a few 
of the principal gods and goddesses—that My¬ 
thology is the science which treats of the ac¬ 
tions, tales and fables of gods and goddes¬ 
ses, etc. We first took up Jupiter because he 
was King of Heaven. Jupiter was the son of 
Saturn and Rhea. He was born in a cave in 
Mount Ida in Ciete. Here be was fed by the 
bees and the doves, and drank the milk of a 
goat called Amaltheo. Saturn had been 
ruler of Heaven, Olympus. Earth, Hades and 
the Sea. On the dethronement of Saturn, 
Jupiter reserved Heaven for himself; Earth 
and Olympus were common property; Nep¬ 
tune and Pluto, his brothers, also shared in the 
division, the former taking the seas and the 
latter. Hades, or the nether world. Jupiter 
was king of gods and men; the thunder was 
his weapon; and be bore a shield called ASgis, 
made for him by Vulcan, which, when 
shaken, sent forth storm and temoest. The 
eagle was his favorite bird, and the oak his 
sacred tree. 
Juno, queen of Heaven, was his wife. She 
shared all his honors. Her special attendant 
was Iris, the swift goddess of the rainbow. 
Her favorite birds were the peacock and the 
cuckoo. Of flowers she preferred the dittany, 
the poppy and the lily. 
“Why didn’t she take the rose?” asked little 
Jack Twigg. “Roses are the best flowers out 
I think.” 
“Every fellow to his fancy,” said Dick. 
“Go on, Dol.” 
“Well, my mother says the rose is the queen 
of flowers,” said Jack, nothing daunted, “am 
if I was a queen of any p’ace I’d want the 
best flower of all, so there!” 
“If you’d do less talkin’,” said Dick, “an’ 
more listenin’ we’d get on faster.” 
“Come, boys,” said I, “if you don’t behave 
like little gentlemen 1 won’t go on at all.” 
This threat silenced them at once, and we 
again proceeded to business. As I had men¬ 
tioned Neptune and Pluto in talking of the 
division of the kingdom we decided to take 
them up next. They were, of course, also 
sons of Saturn and Rhea. Neptune, as we 
know, was monarch of the sea. As god of 
the sea he bore a three-pronged spear or tri¬ 
dent used by fishermen, and dolphins and 
other marine animals usually attended him. 
The origin of the horse is ascribed to him. It 
is said that when Minerva contended for the 
right of naming the city built by Cecrops 
iu Attica, the gods declared that they would 
decide in favor of the one who should produce 
what would be most useful to mankind. Nep¬ 
tune struck the earth with his trident, and 
forth sprang the first horse; Minerva caused 
an olive to shoot up. The gods gave judg¬ 
ment in favor of the emblem of Peace, and 
the goddess called the town Athens after her 
own name in Greek—Athena. 
Pluto was god of the under-world. All the 
dead of mankind were under the rule of this 
deity, who is described as gloomy and inexor¬ 
able ; for from the realm of Pluto there is no 
return : and the ancient Greeks believed it to 
be dark and cheerless. Proserpine, the 
daughter of Ceres, was his queen. 
The souls of the dead were conducted down 
to the realm of Pluto by Mercury. On reach¬ 
ing the river which surrounded it, they found 
Charon with his boat waiting to receive them. 
His fare was a small piece of money, which 
was always, for that purpose, placed in the 
mouth of the deceased. Having disembarked 
on the further bank they went on till they 
came to the palace of Pluto, which was 
guarded by Cerberus, a dog with three heads 
aud with serpents along his back. This mon. 
ster lay quiet iu his den, only gazing at those 
who entered, but if any of them turned back 
aud attempted to escape, he flew out of his 
cavern and seized them. 
The dead were brought before the tribunal 
of three judges, and their lot was assigned 
them according to their life on earth. The 
good were sent to the enjoyment of the blissful 
region named Elysium ; the wicked were con¬ 
signed to the endless torments of Tartarus. 
“Now I know what papa meant when he 
said Bill Jones thought he w as iu Elysium the 
other night,” said Tom. “He meant heaven.’’ 
“Yes,” said the irrepressible Jack Twigg, 
“And now 1 know what mamma means when 
she says the next-door neighbor’s house is a 
regular Tartarus.” 
“Whew!” whistled Charley, 11 Ain't we get¬ 
ting wise, though! But go ahead, Dol. It’s 
quite bewilderingly lovely,” 
According to the poets, the following five 
rivers were to be seen in the dominions of 
Huto, Stys tPrewj), wliose yfRei'fi we»’p. 
piercingly cold. When there was any dispute 
on Olympus, Jupiter sent Iris to fill a cup with 
the water of Styx, and briDg it thither. On 
this the contending parties swore, and if any 
swore falsely, he was banished for nine years 
from the table of the gods. 2. Acheron 
(Grief), the stream over which Charon ferried 
the dead. 3. Cocyius (Lamentation). 4. 
Pvriphlegethon (Fire-flaming) or Phlegethon 
(Flaming!, which last rolled with waves of 
torrent-flames. Finally the quiet, placid 
stream of Lethe (Oblivion) flowed through the 
fragrant valleys of Elysium: ard the souls of 
the good, which were destined to animate 
other bodies on earth, were led to its side to 
quaff oblivion of their present bliss, before 
they departed to taste once more of the bit¬ 
terness of life bent ath the sun. 
The proper name of the realm of Pluto was 
Erebus (Darkness). We term it the under 
or nether world, as to modern ears the words 
Infernal Regions, by which it is usually desig¬ 
nated, suggests the idea of pumsbment alone, 
whereas Erebus was the abode of the virtuous 
as well as the wicked. 
“Now, boys” said I when I had finished, 
“We’ve had enough for one night. We’ll next 
take up Venus. Cupid, and Minerva, and if we 
have time enc ugh. perhaps some others.” 
“Well,” said Charley, as he stretched his 
long legs out, before the fire, “you won’t get 
up on your dignity if I say we’ve been having 
a—a—Hades of a time, will you?” 
The boys giggled, as they scrambled into 
their coats and donned their caps and hats 
prepa. atory to leaving. 
“Good night” sounded on all sides, and I 
heard one of the boys say, as he walked along 
the path, “Wasn’t it boss, though?” 
DORA HARVEY VROOMAN. 
GOLDEN GRAINS. 
Jean Paul says life in every shape 
should be precious to us, for the same reason 
thbt the Turks carefully collect every scrap 
of paper that comes in their way because the 
name of God may be written upon it. 
Our best actions are often those of which 
we are unconscious; but this can never be 
unless we are always yearning to do good. 
Sir Robert Peel said he never knew a 
man to escape failures, either in mind or body, 
who worked seven days in the week. 
We can be guided by usefulness and happi¬ 
ness only by those who have themselves found 
the road; never by those who have missed it, 
and made a wreck of their own lives . 
Fob looking backward through the year; 
Along the way my feet have pressed, 
I see sweet places everywhere. 
Sweet places where my soul had rest. 
—Pikebe Cary, 
“ Stop that whistling! Don’t you know it 
is Sunday, and the minister is listening to 
you?” said a young officer to a sailor on 
board an English vessel on which a Presby¬ 
terian minister was a passenger. “Nonsense!” 
said the minister, “let him whistle; it keeps 
evil thoughts out of his mind.” I always 
admired that saying and the man that said it, 
though I do not know his name. That man 
knew something of human nature and of the 
workings of the human heart: and he had a 
just and generous idea of the Creator. Like 
Luther, he believed that “ music drives the 
devil away.”. 
Shippen truly says that the se’f-seeker echo¬ 
ing popular opinion is speedily left behind in 
the world’s progress, and soon despised and 
forgotten. The man of truth and integrity, 
though for a moment he forfeit popular 
applause, is sure to command universal respect 
and to win at last. 
Never a tear bedims the eye 
Thai time and patience will not dry; 
Never a lip ii cuived with pain, 
That can’t be kissed into smiles again. 
— Bkbte Harte. 
The Sunday School Times says: “If you 
would know how vague are your beliefs, how 
few your convictions, how unstable your 
footing, how fruitless your life, try to speak 
your convictions to yourself at least, even if 
you do not speak them out to others. If you 
find then that you have rtally anything to 
say, you will know that you have something 
to do.” . . 
Martinkau said how welcome would it 
often be to many a child of anxiety and toil, 
to be suddenly transferred from the heat and 
din of thecity, the restlessness and worry of 
the mart, to the midnight garden or the 
mountain-top! And like refreshment does a 
high faith, with its infinite prospects ever 
open to the heart, afford to the worn and 
weary. No laborious tiavels are needed for 
the devout mind, for it carries within it Al¬ 
pine bights and starlit skies, which it may 
reach with a moment’s thought, and feel at 
once the loneliness of nature and the magnifi- 
CCDC’a Oi GC>d<iu - ni-iHim ii t><< 
The Independent says that the man who 
takes "good care of!his moments, will be sure 
not to waste hours; and he who takes good 
care of his hours will be sure not to waste 
days. The economies that win success in life 
are those that'apply to little things, and are 
there frequentlv'ropeated. The same rule is 
true of the prodigalities that lead to failure 
and defeat. 
Prof. Sumner says that property is dear to 
men. Dot. only for the sensual pleasure which 
it can afford, but also because it is the bul¬ 
wark of all which they hold dearest on earth, 
above all else, because it is the safeguard of 
those they love most against misery and all 
physical distress. It is marvelous to hear the 
attempts which ’are made to devise a theory 
of property as a foundation for the State or 
for social science. Property gives the theory 
to all'tbe rest. The reason why I defend the 
millions of the millionaire is not that I love 
the millionaire, but that I love my own wife 
and children, and that I know no way in 
which to get the defense of society for my 
hundreds, except to give my help, as a mem¬ 
ber of society, to protect his millions. 
CONDUCTED BY MRS. AGNES E. M. CARMAN. 
A sensible woman said to the writer, re¬ 
cently, that she had found when a husband did 
not treat his wife kindly, that nine times out of 
ten the fault lay at his mother’s door. She it 
was who had spoiled the boy, never checking 
his selfishness, never teaching him ei’her self- 
control or the least thought of others and al¬ 
lowing himJto annoy and impose upon his sis" 
ters because they were “ only girls.” 
* * * 
A friend, recently telling of some of her do¬ 
mestic trials ended her plaint by saying: “The 
truth is we do not give our servants half credit 
enough for their ignorance.” 
* * * 
In nothing is the difference between an ex¬ 
perienced housekeeper and an inexperienced 
one more marked than in the matter of small 
economies. 
* * * 
“ They say,” and “ What will people 
think.” What trouble those six words have 
worked ! 
* * * 
Watered silk is being used in the make-up 
of cotton goods dresses. 
CARE OF DOMESTIC PETS. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
In nearly every household are some pets 
that require care and attention, the lack of 
which often causes the sickness or death of the 
much prized favorite, and sorrow to the 
owner. 
First of all we may mention the little can¬ 
ary, the sweet songster so generally beloved. 
Its cage may be of any shape you please, it is 
a mere matter of taste; but if too large he will 
sing the less and employ his time skipping 
and jumping about, amusing himself. Let 
him always have a clean bath, and in warm 
weather it should be in the full rays of the 
sun. H« will splash a little, but the pleasure 
the little creature takes in the water will 
amply repay you. Be careful to make the 
bird-cage dry and comfortable after he has 
bathed,and let hi3 tub be wide-a tea saucer does 
very well. Have no brass wire about the cage, 
as the verdigris will poison the bird. Green 
paint is nearly as bad,in fact the smell of white 
lead is a sure poison, and I have more than 
once found a cherished favorite dead in the 
cage when it had not been put out of the way 
during the repainting of rooms near at hand 
and when they had been without ventilation. 
The floor must be movable and be kept cov¬ 
ered with coarse bright sand. All the eating 
and drinking vessels must be outside the cage. 
It is necessary to know the disposition of the 
bird. Some are fond of singing in chorus, 
others prefer singing alone, being evidently 
fond of hearing the sound of their own 
voices. This can be easily seen if they 
When Baoy was sick, we gave her Castoria. 
When she was a Child, she cried lor Castoria, 
When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria, 
When she had Children, she gave them Castoria 
