"There's many a true word said in jest," however, as Kate soon found.

Not many days after Captain Stearns's visit, the doctor appeared again.

"Well, really, Kate, you are becoming quite the rage," he said, gayly. "Captain Stearns was so much pleased with you and your rosettes, that he has persuaded the colonel of his regiment to have every company decorated in the same way; and the captain will be here to-day with an order, and materials for I don't know how many hundred rosettes."

66 But what has brightened you up so, Mr. Reed?" he asked, turning to the invalid.

"Having such a good child, I fancy," answered Mr. Reed, smiling fondly on Kate.

"O no, doctor! going into the country," cried the child, and seizing her precious flowers, she continued, "did you ever see anything so lovely, doctor? And we went out where such lots of them grew! away to the end of the car route, where there was such a lovely little house, all buried in vines, and no one living there. I don't see how any one who had ever been there could bear to leave it! Do you know where it is?" as the doctor looked up with a strange expression.

"I should think I did," he answered, slowly, and as if thinking aloud. "The

very thing! What a fool not to think of it before."

"Yes, Kate," he continued, "that is the house where I was born, and lived many years. Since my mother died it has been shut up, and sadly needs some one to take care of it. I don't like to have it go to ruin, and have often wished I could find some good tenant-some one I could trust. Suppose I let it to you, Katie ?" he added, playfully. "You are getting so rich, you can well afford to rent it. I have got to go out that way now, and if you will put on your hat, you may go, too, and see if it suits you."

"May I, mother?" and seeing the answer in her mother's eyes, the hat was on, and Kate in the chaise in a twinkling.

A few hours later she came home radiant.

"The house was lovely-perfect, and furnished, too! And the doctor said there were to be a great many buildings erected near there that fall; and there would be a fine chance for her father to get work as soon as he was strong enough."

The doctor confirmed her statements; and amid the heartfelt thanks of Katie and her parents, produced a formal lease of the place, made out in Katie's name, which she with the most intense gravity signed; and the next week saw her as happy a girl as any in the land, in her new home.

THE POWER Of a Word.-A mother, on the green hills of Vermont, was holding by the right hand a son, sixteen years old, mad with the love of the sea. And as she stood by the garden gate one morning, she said:

"Edward, they tell.me, for I never saw the ocean, that the great temptation of a seaman's life is drink. Promise me before you leave your mother's hand, that you will never drink."

"And," said he (for he told me the story), "I gave her the promise, and I went the globe over, Calcutta and the Mediterranean, San Francisco, the Cape of Good Hope, the North and South Poles. I saw them all in forty years, and I never saw a glass filled with sparkling liquor that my mother's form by the gate did not rise before me; and to-day I am innocent of the taste of liquor."

Was not that sweet evidence of the pow

er of a single word? Yet that was not half. "For," said he, "yesterday there came into my counting-room a man of forty years, and asked me:

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Do you know me?' "'No.'

"Well,' said he, 'I was once brought into your presence on shipboard drunk; you were a passenger, the captain kicked me aside, you took me to your berth, and kept me there till I had slept off the intoxication; you then asked me if I had a mother. I said I had never known a word from her lips. You told me of yours at the garden gate, and to-day I am master of one of the finest packets in New York; and I came to ask you to come and see me.'"

How far that little candle throws its beams! That mother's word on the green hills of Vermont! O, God be thanked for the mighty power of a single word!

39.-Numerical Enigma.

I am composed of 28 letters.

My 21, 11, 25, 26, 13, 28, is a bird. My 26, 25, 10, 20, 17, is a girl's name. My 22, 7, 26, 14, 25, we often see cars in. My 9, 10, 18, 14, 25, 2, is a water sprite. My 1, 2, 18, 19, 14, 10, 16, 8, we all like to attend.

My 12, 24, 27, 15, 2, 13, is to be near. My 4, 23, 16, 25, 17, 5, is a seal. My 3, 6, 19, is a comfortable place. My whole is a valuable work, useful and instructive to all.

J. H. & M. A G.

40.-Diamond Puzzle.

In cross and crown; Of an equal value; Fruit; An allegory from which a moral may be drawn; A wild animal; To start back; Thrown; Finis; In time and tide. CYRIL DEANE.

Divisions.

41. Divide a plant, and make an animal, and an article of apparel.

42. Divide a fish, and make a personal pronoun, and a circle.

47.-Cross-Word Enigma.

The 1st is in joy, but not in grief;
The 2d is in long, but not in brief;
The 3d is in spruce, but not in pine;
The 4th is in briar, but not in vine;
The 5th is in mingle, but not in mix;
The 6th is in arrange, but not in fix;
The 7th is in scold, but not in tease;
The 8th is in vines, but not in trees;
The 9th is in story, but not in tale;
The 10th is in street, but not in vale;
The whole's a very useful man;
Guess him now, I think you can.
CYRIL DEANE.

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LAZY BEAVERS.-It is a curious fact that among the beavers there are some that are lazy, and will not work at all, either to assist in building lodges or dams, or to cut down wood for their winter stock. The industrious ones beat these idle fellows, and drive them away; sometime cutting off parts of their tails, and otherwise injuring them. The "paresseux" more easily caught in traps than the others, and the trapper rarely misses one of them. They only dig a hole from the water, running obliquely toward the surface of the ground twenty five or thirty feet, from which they emerge, when hungry, to obtain food, returning to the same hole with the wood they procure, to eat the bark. They never form dams, aud are sometimes to the number of five or seven together; all are males. It is not at all improbable that these unfortunate fellows have, as is the case with the males of many species of animals, been engaged in fighting with others of their sex, and after being conquered and driven from the lodge, have become idlers from a kind of necessity. The working beavers, on the contrary, associate, males and females, and young, together.

LACE-MAKING.-The manufacture of Valenciennes lace is an extremely difficult kind of work, requiring a very long apprenticeship, and wholly absorbing to the women engaged in it; while the payment is so small that the industrious population of the north of France find means to employ themselves more advantageously. It requires many months, sometimes even a year, to weave a piece of three French yards; and as the lace-maker cannot afford to wait for her wages during so long a period, it is customary for the employers to pay when a third is finished, as well as to find the thread; by which arrangement he is sometimes the loser. Thus, there are but three lace-makers left in Valenciennes; one, who makes the old and real kind, earns about a shilling a day; the other two, fabricating the sort of lace which is imitated in Belgium, receive fifteen pence for a day of twelve hours.

Arras is a centre for a large manufacture of common lace, but the women are in general poor and ignorant. Lace is one of the few victories of handicraft over machine work, so far nothing but a very inferior imitation having been produced. Real lace, therefore, is both valuable and

rare.

WIDOWHOOD IN BENGAL.-The very day a girl becomes a widow her colored clothes, silver and gold ornaments, are all taken off. Henceforth she has to dress in white, and wear no ornament of any kind whatever during her lifetime. Her daily meals are reduced to one, and that is prepared in the simplest way possible. She is strictly prohibited the use of any sort of animal food. Each widow is required to cook her own food, and to abstain entirely from food and drink two days in every month. On the fast days, when the burning sun dries up the ponds and scorches the leaves of the trees, these poor victims faint and pant in hunger and thirst. If they are dying on the aku thusty day, a little water will be put on the lips merely to wet them. They have no hope of ever cheering their widowhood in the world. A learned Brahmin, the principal of Calcutta Sanscrit College, is earnestly engaged in redeeming the condition of the widows, by introducing the system of widow marriage.

THE SEA MOUSE.-This is one of the prettiest creatures that live under water. It sparkles like a diamond and is radiant with all the colors of the rainbow, although it lives in the mud at the bottom of the ocean. It should not be called a mouse, for it is larger than a big rat. It is covered with scales that move up and down as it breathes, and glitters like gold shining through a fleecy down from which fine silky bristles wave, that constantly change from one brilliant tint to another, so that, as Cuvier, the great naturalist, says, the plumage of the humming-bird is no more beautiful. Sea mice are sometimes thrown upon the beach by storms.

BROWN BREAD.-The following way makes brown bread equal to the best receipt given: Take one quart Indian meal, one pint unbolted rye, sifted, one cup molasses, one tablespoonful salt, one teaspoonful soda, milk enough to make a thick batter; put it in an iron kettle, or what is better, an earthen milk dish, well greased; cover the whole with an inverted plate large enough to prevent its sinking in the batter; bake about three hours. Allowing it to remain in the oven over night improves it.

BAKED APPLE DUMPLINGS.-Roll out some dough thicker than pie-crust, and inclose a handful of sliced ripe apples well covered with sugar and butter. Bring the edges together as in other dumplings. When as many are made as are desired, place them side by side in a pudding pan, spread butter and sugar over them, and pour boiling water to about half cover the dumplings. Put them in the stove and cook moderately fast, until they are nicely browned. The butter, sugar and water make a nice sauce, which can be enriched with more butter, and flavored with nutmeg if desired.

ate places on a griddle or spider, previously warmed, and let them cook brown. You will find it excellent.

CURE FOR SICK HEADACHE.-Two spoonfuls of finely powdered charcoal, drank in half a tumbler of water, will in less than fifteen minutes give relief to the sick headache, when caused, as in most cases it is, by superabundance of acid on the stomach.

TEA CAKES.-Five tea-cups of flour, two and a half of sugar, half a cup of butter, four eggs, sour cream enough to make a soft dough, and one teaspoonful of soda. Roll thin, cut into shapes, and bake in a tolerably quick oven.

LEMON JELLY.-Two cups of sugar; yolks of three eggs; juice of two lemons. Cook till thickened by setting in boiling water, and then add the well-beaten whites of three eggs; spread between layers of the cake, and trim off the rough edges.

PUDDING SAUCE.-One half teacup of butter, one and a half teacup of sugar, and one pint of strawberries mashed till juicy. (Canned berries may be substituted for fresh ones.) Beat the butter and sugar to a cream, then stir in the berries.

CURRANT CAKE.-One cup of butter, two of sugar, three of sifted flour, five eggs, one pound of currants, well washed and dried, a little salt, and grated nutmeg. This will keep nice for three months.

BAKED TOMATOES.-Take them when fully ripe, cut off a slice from the stem side, scoop out the pulp of the tomato, and salt. Fill the empty shell with the mixture, replace the slices, put them in a shallow pan, and bake an hour.

PLUM PUDDING.-Beat four eggs. Stir in them one half pound of flour and one half pint of new milk; and one half pound of beef suct chopped fine, one half pound stoned raisins well floured and a few currants, with a teaspoonful of salt. Boil four hours briskly, and serve with wine sauce.

There is a story told of a gentleman, over seven feet high, a talented member of the bar, and a modest good-natured citizen, who we think is almost unexcelled for his quiet delicious humor. He was one night sitting in the stall of a theatre. When the curtain rose, and the actors advanced to their position, a cry of "Down in front!" became general throughout the audience. Their attention was directed towards the tall B—, who, feeling himself the object of remark, thought he was required to settle a little. Looking as if he would like to settle through the floor, he proceeded to raise himself to a standing position, in such a manner, however, as to convey an impression that there was no end to him. At last he did get straight out to his full length, when slowly glancing round at the astonished audience, he very deliberately remarked, "Gentlemen, to satisfy you that I was sitting down, I will now stand up?" A burst of laughter and applause succeeded, the audience and the actors became convulsed, the curtain descended rapidly, the manager with beaming face, came forward, and, amidst the wildest applause conducted the gentleman to a private box. "How is that for high?"

"Can't help that. There was a fellow passed on to me once a fiver, and it was counterfeit. Wasn't that wrong?"

"Certainly it was wrong, if he knew it to be a counterfeit."

"Well, suppose he did; I did, anyway, when I passed it on to another chap. Now, wasn't that wrong?"

"Wrong! of course-very wrong"""

"Well, it made me 'all right,'" was the triumphant rejoinder. "So two wrongs does make a right sometimes."

Monday a rather fair-looking German woman, accompanied by a loving Hans, says the Cincinnati Star, made her appearance at the coroner's office and asked for a certificate of her husband's death.

"Who was your husband?" asked the doctor.

The name was given and the date of his death last June, when it was found that on that day an inquest had been held on the body of an "unknown man," who died from an overdose of cabbage and other garden sass.

"Dot vos him," said the lady. "He got hiin der stomach ache fery bad and den he goes dead."

"Why didn't you come and identify him?" queried the coroner.

"Vot's dot use," responded the lady; "he vos gone dead den, un he vas no more account."

"Ah, so so," ejaculated Maley. "Well, if that's the case, what do you care for a certificate of his death for-you don't care whether he's dead or alive, do you?"

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"O, yes I do," said the applicant; “I vos goin to get married mit Hans here, an I can't do dot unless I get dot deed paper." "O, that's your little game, is it?" said the doctor. "Here, Ben, give this lady a certificate of her husband's croaking, and let her get married by all means.”

Ben did as ordered, and the happy pair departed for Covington and matrimony, accompanied by Maley's benediction, "Bless you, my children, be lovers while you may.”

Andrew Jackson was once making a stump speech in a country village out West.