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A DELIGHTFUL LEGEND. 
There is a beautiful legend connected with the site 
on which the Temple of Solomon was erected. It is 
said to have been occupied in common by two brothers, 
one of whom had a family, but the other had none. On 
the spot was a field of wheat. On the evening succeed¬ 
ing the harvest, the wheat having been gathered in 
shocks, the elder brother said to his wife: 
“ My younger brother is unable to bear the burden 
and heat of the day. I will arise, take off my shocks 
and place them with his, with¬ 
out his knowledge.” 
The younger brother, being 
actuated by the same benevolent 
motives, said within himself: 
“ My elder brother has a fam¬ 
ily, and I have none. I will 
contribute to their support. I 
will arise, take off my shocks 
and place them with his, with¬ 
out his knowledge.” 
Judge of their astonishment 
when, on the following morning, 
they found that their respective 
shocks were undiminished. This 
course of events transpired for 
several nights, when each re¬ 
solved in his own mind to stand 
guard, and, if possible, solve the 
mystery. They did so, when, on 
the following night, they met 
each other half way between 
their respective shocks, with 
their arms full. 
Upon ground hallowed by 
such associations as this was the 
Temple of King Solomon erected 
—so spacious, so magnificent, 
the wonder and admiration of 
the world. Alas ! in these days, 
how many would sooner steal 
their brother’s whole shocks than 
add to a single sheaf! 
SELF- S ACRIFICIN G. 
This is a true story. The 
circumstances occurred the other 
evening. He escorted her to 
and from church, and upon ar 
riving at her home their discus¬ 
sion of the sermon and the 
extreme heat suggested an in¬ 
vitation, readily accepted by 
Charles, that they step into the 
house and partake of a cooling 
glass of lemonade. She led him to the dining room, 
and there found naughty brother Ben about to squeeze 
the last lemon in the house for his own individual 
benefit! Calling him aside, she induced Ben, by 
means of sundry threats and promises, to dissect that 
lemon and make Charlie and herself a glass. A self- 
sacrificing thought struck her! “ No, Ben,” said she, 
“ put the juice of the whole lemon into Charlie’s glass, 
and bring me a glass of water. He won’t notice it— 
there is no light in the parlor ! ” 
Ben was making one good strong lemonade, as 
directed, when Charlie . quietly slipped out and re¬ 
parents live on Myrtle avenue, entered the house the 
other day and remarked to his mother: “Is dinner 
ready, and if not, why in t. (thunder) and 1. (lightning) 
ain’t it?” ‘"‘What do you mean?” she slowly in¬ 
quired. “ I mean that you had better t. a. 1. (tread 
around lively)” he answered. She didn’t say any more, 
but when the father came home to dinner she quietly 
informed him that young Napoleon ivas picking up 
slang. “Is, eh? I’ll see about that,” and he called 
the boy and inquired: “ Napoleon, where were you 
last evening?” “Oh, down at the c. g. for a little 
while.” “ What do you mean by c. g. ?” demanded 
the father. “Why, corner grocery, of course. You 
see, I have g. t. h. (got the habit) of abbreviating my 
words!” “I see you have,” 
mused the father, as he rose up. 
“You will p. a. m. (please ac¬ 
company me) to the woodshed!” 
They had a little physical exer¬ 
cise out there, the father holding 
the balance of power, and the 
son doing all the high stepping 
and side dancing. When the 
show had adjourned, the father 
said: “Now, d. 1. in. (don’t let 
me) ever hear any more of your 
slang.” “ Not a. b. w. (another 
blessed word), sighed the boy, 
and he sat down on a lump of 
Briar Hill and wiped his tears 
away. 
Pigeon English, is all the 
rage with Boston girls, and, 
when an escort leaves one of 
them at her papa’s front steps, 
he is startled to hear somethin!? 
like this: “Hoop-la—Melican 
man he heap much nice—fetches 
me home alle light, top-side up 
on slippely walk — buy gum 
dlops—comee you alle same ’gin 
sometime — you savey, eh, 
John?” And she disappears 
within the storm-doors, leaving 
the perplexed young man slowly 
muttering, ■ “ Well—I’ll—be—- 
heap — much — bio wed — alle— 
same — if I know what that 
charming creature is driving at.” 
The Cincinnati Saturday 
Night relates the following: 
“A young woman recently an¬ 
swered an advertisement for a 
dining-room girl, and the lady 
of the house seemed pleased 
with her. But before engaging 
her there were some questions 
to ask. 'Suppose,’ said the 
lady—'now only suppose, under¬ 
stand—that you were carrying a piece of steak from 
the kitchen, and by accident should let it sliji from the 
plate to the floor, what would you do in such a case ?’ 
The girl looked the lady square in the eye for a 
moment before asking, ‘ Is it a private family, or are 
there boarders V ‘ Boarders,’ answered the lady. 
' Pick it up and put it back on the plate,’ firmly 
replied the girl. She was engaged.” 
Sometime ago a pupil in a deaf and dumb asylum 
in New England read a portion of the Book of Job ; 
when asked to write out his understanding of Job’s suf¬ 
ferings, he wrote: “ The Lord boiled Job seven days.”- 
marked: “I say, Ben! put the juice of the entire 
lemon in your sister’s glass, and bring me some ice 
water—there is no light in the parlor, and she won’t 
notice it! ” 
Ben’s forte is in obeying orders. 
With a merry twinkle in his eye he drank the 
lemonade, then carried them each a glass of water, 
which they drank with much apparent relish, asking 
each other, between the sips, “if it was sweet enough!” 
And naughty brother Ben, with the taste of that lemon¬ 
ade in his mouth, stood out in the hall and laughed 
till his sides ached, to hear them assure each other 
that it was “just right! so palatable and refreshing!” 
The late Dr.-did not satisfy, by his preach¬ 
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ing, the Calvinistic portion of his flock. “ Why, sir,” 
said they, “ we think you dinna tell us enough about 
renouncing our ain righteousness.” “ Renouncing 
your ain righteousness! ” vociferated the astonished 
doctor; “ I never saw any ye had to renounce.” 
Under the head of “D.D. (Domestic Difficulty),’’ 
the Detroit Fress Press recounts the following : It is 
all right for the Hon. Bardwell Slote to lug his 
“Mighty Dollar” around the country and say g. f. for 
good fellow, e. d. for cash down, and s. m. for sour 
mash, but such little eccentricities don’t wear well in 
the family circle. A forward youth of fourteen, whose 
