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One Hundred Guilders for a Single Hair.

“Beauty draws us with a single hair.’’—Popr, -

Were we to confine our columns to a faithful re-
cord of cotemporary history, we should often rival
in vividness and interest the facile pen of the novel-
ist. We are apt to pass by unheeded the every-day
events which occur about us, and to soar in the re-
gion ot fancy for those melo-dramatic tableaux after
which the imagination craves as a captivating men-
tal stimulus. The wonder-world in which childhood
lives is an evidence of this, while embellished truths
are the illumined alphabet of larger children. Cur-
rent facts alone are quite sufficient to intoxicate the
imagination, though, as Hazlitt tells us, “‘manisa
poetical animal and delightsin fiction.” If the sun
rose but once in a yearin the east, and set at even-
tide in the west, in place of performing its rounds
daily, ali the world would be on the qui vive to wit-
ness the event.

The Viennese women are universally pretty, but
their greatest loveliness, imparted by the lavish hand
of nature, is hair so profuse and beautiful as to be
the marvel of foreigners who first enter this north-
ern Paris. A few months since, a young girl of
fifteen, poorly clad but of a sweet and lovely expres-
sion of form and features, entered a barber’s shop
in the Friedrich Strasse, and told the proprietor that
she wanted to sell her head of hair. The barber
examined her singularly long and glossy chestnut
locks, reaching far below her waist, while his ex-
perienced eye sparkled at its luxuriant beauty, and
told her he could give her but eight guilders—no
more. The price of hair had fallen, and it was less
in demand.

The beautiful child begged for a small advance
upon this sum, while her eyes filled with tears. But
the friseur was immovable. ‘Eight guilders and no
more,” he repeated. “In God’s name,” she gasped,
“take it then, quickly!” The barber, well satisfied
with his extraordinary bargain, procured his largest
shears, seated the young girl in a chair, and was just
about to sever those marvelous braids of chestnut
hue, when a gentleman who sat waiting to be shaved,
exclaimed, suddenly, ‘‘Hold! My child, come here.
Why do you want to sell your beautiful hair?’ The
tear-bedewed but lovely face was turned inguiringly
upon the speaker, as she replied: ‘‘My mother has
been ill these many months. I cannot work enough
to support her. Everything has been sold and there
= a penny in the house,”—(und kein kreutzer im

aus).

“J will buy your hair, my sweet child,” said the
stranger, kindly, ‘‘and I will give you a hundred
guilders forit.” He handed the young girl a note
for the sum, as he spoke, and which quickly dried
her eyes; it would purchase so much for her sick
mother! ‘Give me your shears, barber,” said the
gentleman, as the pretty Viennese approached his
side and stood quietly for him to denude her head of
its artistic glory. He took the chestnut locksin his
hand, and for a moment examined their soft richness
of texture and shifting beauty of color, then selected
the longest hair, cut it off and put it carefully into
his pocketbook! “‘That is all that I shall take, my
child. Now give me your address,” he said, ‘I may
want to purchase another hair.”

She gave the street and number to him, while her
face was suffused with both blushes and tears. This
was in the early spring of 74. The year has not ex-
pired, and yet we have the denouement of this most
pleasing and veritable drama. The gentleman was
one of the many attaches of a foreign embassy in
the Austrian capital. He did want to purchase an-
other of those hairs! And now the blooming little
Viennese is just sixteen and a bride! *

A School for Servants,

Bridget and Dinah and Katrina continue to receive
the censure, not to say abuse, of the public press
and private individuals for their alleged unsatisfac-
tory performance oftheir duties in the kitchen, in
the laundry, in the dining-room—in short, ‘upstairs,
down stairs, and in their ladies’ chambers.” The
abuse is sometimes extravagant and the censure un-
deserved. Bridget and Dinah and Katrina often do
much better than the newspapers and the mistresses
weuld have us believe. But, conceding that, upon
the whole, household servants are not as efficient as
they might be, is it surprising? If you found a man
who had never driven a plane or handled a saw, and
set him to work at the frame ofa house, and presently
began to berate him because he was a poor carpen-
ter, you would make yourself more ridiculous than
you would make him. if you wanted a coachman
or a groom, you would hardly engage one who had
never seen ahorse. If you did, and yourstock were
badly cared for and yourself run away with, you
would be laughed at if you blamed your incompetent
retainers. Yet this is just what is done by house-
keepers in regard to servants. It is as unreason-
able to expect women to cook or do other house-
work before learning how, as to expect a man to

build a house or manage horses without any instruc-
tion or experience. What is needed is a school for
Servants, or a system of apprenticeship, or some
other means of training them in household work
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Places of Popular Resort.

The beauty and value of such pleasure grounds as
Central and Prospect Parks were probably never
more clearly shown than in the fine days succeeding
summer. People who staid in the city all the time,
delighted in the autumnal glories of lawn and grove
and mall, while people who had spent vacation out
of town found that there were equal lake and land-
scape charms nearer home. The success of the
parks is not only remarkable in itseli—showing the
public appreciation by the daily visits of thousands,
and the public taste and good sense by the orderly
and courteous conduct of the visitors and their re~
spect for laws and regulations—but it is significant
in suggesting the importance of multiplyiag places
of popular resort. The parks admirably serve the
purpose of outdoor recreation in fine weather. What
is now needed is a larger supply of indoor opportun-
ities. The throngs at the Cooper Institute prove
that people properly value free reading-rooms.
There oughtto be more of them at convenient
points. There ought to be free galleries of art, and
free music halls, as an offset to the pestilential pret-
ty waiter girl concert saloons, mistakenly called
“free.” The parks, in their civilizing, refining in-
fluences, have proved a public benefaction. The
educating, elevating tendencies of other wholesome
places of popular resort cannot be doubted. Wealthy
men could not make a better appropriation of their
surplus riches, and if the money stolen from the tax
payers or recklessly wasted could be diverted to
such a use society would be greatly the gainer.

Soup-Houses.

In view of the probable fact that there will be a
very considerable addition to the number of poor to
be provided for during the coming year, the press
has been engaged in discussing the means of feed-
ing the hungry, anda prominent question is: Are
soup-houses a wise and practical agent of philan-
thropy? Last winter, the readers of the NEw YorRK
WEEKLY will remember, soup-houses were estab-
lished on a greater scale than ever before. The pro-
prietor of a well-known daily journal gave a large
sum of money for them, and a very celebrated cuterer
was engaged inthe making of soup—which was
probably ofa better quality than ever: before dis-
pensed in that way. Many people were thus fed.
The objection advanced against the system is that a
great many idlers and vagrants were attracted to
the city, getting their meals at the soup-kitchens and
sleeping at the station-houses. But would not this
objection hold good to some degree to any unusual
method of charity? Would not idlers and vagrants
be attracted to the city by knowledge ofthe fact that
benevolence was exceptionally active in any form?
It seems to us that stronger objections to soup-
houses are, first, that they fail to reach the most
worthy poor; and, second, that they tend to humiliate
their beneficiaries. There are very few people, how-
ever poor, who do not retain something of pride.
They shrink from advertising themselves as paupers
by applying at the soup-houses. Seme of them
would starve rather than do so. Such people need to
be sought out and helped in a kindly and delicate
way. Those who do go to the soup-houses are either
already more or less degraded, or will be made so.
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who would rather be so supported than do work if it
were offered them. Undoubtedly the best charity is
that which helps others to help themselves. When
work can be provided it is the most practical form
of benevolence. When it cannot be, aid should be
extended by organized societies or by individuals,
so that worthy objects of charity may be cared for,
and cared for in a considerate way.
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The Holidays.

Thanksgiving occurred pursuant to announcement
in the last number of the New YoRK WEEKLY, and
was celebrated with customary success. Already
attention is turning to and preparation is making
for the Christmas and New Year holidays. Three of
the most interesting popular annual festivals—indeed
allthat are made much of, with the exception of the
Fourth of July—occur within a period of a little more
than a month. The pleasurable excitement may be
said to continue unbroken during the whole of that
time, because getting ready for the holidays is al-
most as agreeable to large numbers of people as the
actual celebration, and the work of getting ready
begins five or six weeks in advance. The shopkeep-
ers exhibit the seasonable goods they have prepared
in great quantity and variety, and the crowds of pur-
chasers in the stores increase. Trade therefore
feels the stimulus, and an improved activity is ob-
served as the holidays approach. This puts money
in circulation, and provides means for the annual cele-
bration, and also puts the peopleim good humor and
in harmony with the temper of the time. The say-
ings which have been quietly accumulating for the
purpose are brought out and expended in the pur-
chase of the mutual gifts which are among the most
charming features of the festivals. In this way, and

good, and it is regretted that there are not more of
them. A popular preacher recently said that if he
had his way there would be three holidays for every
one there now is. Ifthe NEw YORK WEEKLY had its
way there would be six.

THE LABOR QUESTION.

Almost every day, in looking over the papers, we read
of sad instances of want and destitution in cities, in some
cases, amounting to actual starvation; and we frequently
see it stated that in our largest towns thereare thousands
vf young women whose choice lies between death and dis-

onor.

‘They are out of employment. The times are dull. There
is no work to be had.

Now, it seems to ns that there is no necessity that these
things should be. In this country there is no reason why
any person of good health and sound mind should starve.
For the helpless, public charity has provided homes, and
let no one for a moment consider it a disgrace to avail
himself of the means which the laws of our country have
secured to aid those unable to work, and te give them
homes. To go to the aims-house is no degradation what-
ever, when broken health or stress of circumstances com-
pel such @ course.

There is throughout the land a restless anxiety on the
part of our young men and women to fiock to the cities
and large towns. Go where you will into rural commu-
nities and you will find them almost entirely destitute of
young men and women. And why? Not because there
was not enough work to do at home, but because the city
held out its gilded allurements to them, and it was so
lonesome in the country.

They forsake their old parents, on the pleasant farms
where they would always be sure of plenty to eat, with
fresh air to breathe, and health-giving sunshine to ani-
mate, and rush to the already overcrowded cities, to pick
up stray jobs of work, scantily paid for; to dwell in cheer-
less garrets, and get never a glimpse of the blue sky, save
as they see it, shrouded in smoke, through the dingy win-
dows of tenement houses and the still dingter skylights of
foul, it-smelling manufactories. :

It is the inevitable result, that in city life the weak must
be trodden down by the strong, and there is no law, be it
civil or philanthropic, which can prevent it.

Young men, nowadays, Will not work on farms or at
trades in the country.

Young women will not tive out among their native hills as
dairy maids, and house servants, and seamstresses, where
they can have good homes among honest people, receive
fair compensation for their labor, and have abundant
leisure to improve their minds, because, from some source
or other, they have imbibed the foolish idea that working
out in a family is degrading!

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coarse shirtsiand pantalons at starvation prices, with the
prospect of dying in tlre streets and being buried at the
city’s expense, in preference!

It is no disgrace te do-that kind of work; bat living out,
in the country, is Dot to be-thougnht oft

House-work, they say, is degrading! They will do house-
work for nobody! Not theyt

These same young women are only waiting for a chance
to marry some young popiljay of a fellow, with no capital
butlns cigar boxes and his neckties; and they will do
house-work for him, suubbed and sworn at by their mas-
ter, tO the end of the chapter, aud never consider thein-
selves disgraced!

All over the country, there are thousands upon tliou-
sands of weary, overworked women—wives of farmers,
mechanics, and tradesmen—in rural jocalities and ia
small villages, wearing themselves Out with work, not be-
cause they are unable or unwilling to hire heip, but be-
cause it is utlerly impossible to hire itt.

Not long ago a friend of ours was ill. She was the wife
ofa wealthy manufacturer, with atamily of four chil-
dren, @ large house, and an extensive circle of friends to
entertain,

Her husband told us that he had ridden over the coun-
try for six days, in every direction, trying to get a giri to
work in the house, but without success. He had offered
a dollar a day as wages, but all the girls were in shops in
the cities, and the only available one he found in his
weary search was tlhe daughter of asmall farmer, who
couldn't come, because she was going to Boston the next
week to work in & hat shop at seventy-five cents a day,
and board herself. hi

“She wouldn't do h kK for anybody. Not she.
When it came to that she’d g6 to the poorhouse.”?

Now, we must confess ourselves at a ioss to understand
why itis any more degrading to wash dishes and make
beds in the house of a respeciable family than it is to sew
on hats in the store or manufactory of any tradesman.

Labor is Jabor, and in honest labor there is no disgrace.
To work is noble. The greatest and best men have been
earnest workers.

ae person who has not the power to work is an object
of pity.

We must confess to indulging a feeling of contempt for
that individual who cannot—should such an emergeucy
arise—earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.

We have gone into the field ourse)f more than once and
taken our atthe rake, the hoe and the spade, and
we would do it again, thank Heaven, and not feel dis-
graced by iteither, for Jabor has given us health and
nen -s oe 3 oo

arm they tell us, When we urge our young men
and women to stick to the old farm, isso lonely. There
is : ie ess no excitement, nothing ennobling
about it,

Perhaps not, but nevertheless our greatest men have
been born and reared in the country! Washington, Jef-
ferson, Webster, Wiison—bat why enumerate ?—thie list
would be too Jong for our space in this paper—were all
born in the couutry!” —

Do not understand us as having &@ word to urge against

this See ne exodus of ouryoung men and women
from the country to the city, when they are sure of mak-
; neficial to their interests!
} country is not wide enough for them—if they feel
as if their strength is sufficielt to fight bravely the fierce
battle for supremacy which is continually being waged in
the By a let them go thither, and may success at-
tend t

But when the question revolves itself intu starvation in
the city, or happy and comfortable living in the country—
even if one does. sink tothe degrndation of doing house-
work—we sag, by all means, try the country alternative,
and thus relieve our overtaxed towns and cities from one
more unfortunate to furnish with a coffin and a grave!

KATE THORN.

HOW DICK WAS CURED.

BY EMMA GARRISON JONES.

 

 

 

“You're a fool for your pains, sir!’ .
That was the only sentence the parrot could utter. But
she was a pretty, cunning bird, and Jenny Selwyn thought
the world of her, because she was a gift from her lover,
Now Dick Heath was Jenny’s lover, a fine, well-to-do
young barrister, and the handsomest man in town. Dick
had but one great fault—he was prone to jealousy, and
this fault caused him a great deal of needless trouble.
The summer-time of his courtship was. more than once
overcast with clouds, in consequence of Dick’s insane
passion. Jenny was @ pretty creature truly, and had
scores of admirers, but she was as true and tender as she
was good and beautiful, Dick,had won her heart, and
from henceforth no other man had any claim upon her,
Bat poor Dick could not bring himself to believe this,
and if his charmer chanced to smile or speak a pleasant
word to any other gentleman, he ore pest bitterly in-
jured, and often reproaciied the inn girlin the most

     
  
  
  
  

unmanly Manner. 3 )

Bat Jennyric6ved her j us bear, ana a woman will
bear a great deal from the miauste loves. She did her
best to sooul? him, and hoping that time would cure him
of his disagreeabie fault.

they became engaged, and the wedding-day
, and in honor of the occasion Dick pre-

was appointed

sented his affianced with two gifts—a handsome and very
expensive engagement ring, and the cunning green parrot.
Of course Jenny was much delighted, and kissed the
parrot’s glossy wings, whereupon Dick kissed her, and
Poll growing indignant, shrieked fiercely:

“You’re a fool for your pains, sir!’

But the engagement ring was a marvel, a curious,
unique affair, after the order of Marie Antoinette’s talis-
mab—a coiled serpent of red, Indian gold, every tiny
seale a flashing gem, the eyes two gleaming dia-

onds. There were ‘atthe jeweler?s; one Dick
purchased at an extravagant price, and the one was
bespoken. Of course Dick did mot care to inguire by
whom. :

Jenny: was much pleased and flattered when this quaint

and costly jewel was put upon her sljender finger, and
loved her handsome lover ali the more for his extraya-
gance, though she chided him in a charming, demure
fashion for spending 80 much money, and said sie should
take great care of her costly ring, as they might have to
sell itone day, if they got into difficuities, as married
housekeepers seemed prone to do.
Whereupon Dick kissed her again, to the parrot’s ex-
treme disgust, and happy Jenny thought her troubles
ere allover. Of course, Dick would never be jealous
again. °

The wedding-day came and went, the bridal-tour was
made, and then Dick and his pretty bride settled down in
their own home, not quite to Jenny’s satisfaction, how-
ever, for another of Dick’s failings began to crop out.
He was extravagant in other matters besides the chosing
of his engagement ring. The furniture, the dinuer-set,
the silver, the carpets, were all very expensive. ;

“It is always- wiser to buy the best of everything, my
love,”? said Dick, with lofty, masculine wisdom, when
Jenny ventured to remonstrate. ~~

“Yes, I know, Dick, dear, when one has the money,”
responded Jenny, meekly.

“Oh, well, we shall get the money eventually, and all
the debts will be wiped out—don’t you worry, pet.”

But pet did‘ worry in her secret heart, and saw trouble
in the future, and maybe the sale of her precious ring;
but she wore it every day on her slim finger, and always
had a bright face when her husband came home.

Dick, careless of his debts, went to and from his office,
day after day, as happy asaking. One unlucky after-
noon, however, he chanced to get out a couple of hours
ahead of his usual time, and took a stroll down town to
hunt some pretty toy for baby—for Jenny was a mother
by this time. :
Sauntering along, and puffing at his Manilla, and tak-
ing note of the shop windows, acouple just before him all
fe oe caught hiseye. He came to a dead halt, and stood
staring.

It was Jenny, his wife—he knew her brown dress, and
her hat, and her blonde curis—and her companion was
Mr. Dubant, the young music-master at the academy.

A very ugly expression crept over Dick’s handsome
face, and he started forward in fierce pursnit; but the
pair had already turned the corner, and, changing his
mind, the jealous husband turned his steps in the direc-
tion of his own cottage. :
Baby’s toy was forgotten, and poor Dick rushed on at a
great pace, tortured by his miserable imaginings. This
Mr. Dubant had been a great admirer of Jenny’s in the
days of her girlhood, and several times since her marriage
he‘had dropped in of an evening, ahd they had sung and
played together. And here they were out walking in his
absence, and without his permission.

Dick was furiously jealous, He hurried home, and his
fears were confirmed—his wife was out. She went out
about that time every day, the nurse-maid told him.

That night the miserable man said nothing, feigning
illness to satisfy Jenny’s anxious inquiries as to what
made him so moody and silent,

The next afternoon he determined to be on the watch
again. But after waiting an hour, and seeing no sign of
the guilty couple, he made his way to Mr. Dubant’s
chambers, with the intention of calling him to an account
for what he had done.

The music-master sat at his table, copying some music,
when poor, jealous Dick entered; and on one finger of his
waite, shapely hand glittered a curious ring—Jenny’s own
engagement ring beyond all doubt,

It caught the husband’s eye in a 2inute, and threw
him into an insane rage. Without a moment’s thought,
or a word of explanation, he flew at the astonished .mu-
sic-master, and seizing him by the collar, proceeded to
chastise him quite severely with a small cane he chanced
to have in his hand.

Mr. Dubant, fancying that he was in the hands of a mad-
man, used his lungs quite lustily; but Dick kept his hold,
and belabored him most unmercifully.

“Now, you scoundrel,” he panted at last, “see if you'll
walk with my wife again! Give me that ring on your
finger, do you hear? I'll throttle you if you don’t.”

By this time Mr. Dubant was seriously alarmed, and the
moment his insane assaulter loosened his hold, he darted
into an adjoining room, and closed and Jocked the door.

Dick fumed and stormed for a few minutes, and then
es eager to exyend his remaining fury upon his
wife. ;

He reachec .ae cottage porch at the same instant that
she Cams ap from an opposite direction. She hastened.to

embarrassed, and said:

“Oh, Dick dear, I didn’t 100k for you so soon.”?

“TI suppose not,” responded Dick, with bitter sarcasm.
‘Where have you been, madame? Where do you go every
afternoon ?”? “

 

Jenny looked up into his distorted face, in wide-eyed
surprise.

meet him as usual, but she flushed, and looked somewhat |

“Dick, what do you mean ?’ slie faltered.
*“‘Where’s your engagement ring?’ he demanded say-

agely. ‘‘Let me see it.’?

She blushed rosy red now, and dropped her eyes.

“Dick, ’m sorry,’ she began. ‘I meant lo tell you, but
I hoped I should get it again——” ;

“Silencel’”? he thundered. ‘*You base, false woman. Go
out of my sight, or I shall forget you are the mother of my
child, I never want to see you again.’’

He wheeled, choked with misery aud passion, and
strode away. At nightfall, when he returned, Jeuny and
her babe were gone,

He sat down in the deserted sitting-room, sick with
misery. She had broken his heart and disgraced his
name, and the best he could do would be to take his Der-
ringer and blow his brains out. He started up, quite in-
sane enough to carry this mad thought into action,

“You’re afool for your pains, sir!’ cried the parrot
from her cage.

Somehow the words arrested him. He stood irresolute,

ressing his hands to his hot, throbbing head.

“You're a fool for your pains, sir,’’ shrieked Poll, again.

“Confound that bird,” he stormed, and rushing across
to the cage, he gave il a spiteful shake.

Something bright fell through the wires and rolled
gleaming and tinklipg to the floor. He stooped and
picked it up, scarcely knowing what he did, but at sight
- ithe gave a great start. lt was Jenny’s engagement
ring.

‘You're a fool for your pains, sir,’? repeated Poll, cock-
ing her bright eye maliciously.

But, rat, tat, came at the front door, before poor, be-
wildered Dick had time to get his breath. He slipped the
ring in his vest pocket and went himself to answer the
peemons, with a faint hope that it might be Jenny coming

ack,

But he confronted a pair of officers instead, armed with
& Warrant against him for assault and battery on Mr.
Charles Dubant. So he was taken into custody, and
Marched down to the Lown prison to await his examina-
tion before the magistrate on the following morning.

In his gloomy, lonesome cell, the poor fellow sat down
= listened to the dreary wind and dripping rain with-
out,

His passion had spent itself, leaving him in a weak and
miserable condition, and his mind was so dazed that he
rho acarcely determine who was to blame, himself or

enby.
Presently, while he sat in his gloom and despair, he

ht a sound of footsteps, light, tripping steps, that
made every nerve in his y thrill, The door opened and
Jenny entered. ’
She had determined to be very angry with Dick, but at
sight of his poor, miserable face, the tears overflowed her
— arm, and she ran to him and threw both arms round
his neck. .

“Oh, Dick,*? she sobbed, “how could you? And you
promised me never to be jealous again! Dick, you can’t
tell how it hurts me tothink you could doubt me—could
think me bad, Dick—and I love you so. Why, dear, I
meant to teil you all about it—I only wanted to get started
first. You see, Dick, dear,” still sobbing, and kissing him
with every breath, ‘‘you would have things so expensive,
and the bills kept coming in so, and there was no money,
so I thought I’d try to help a little. You won't be angry,
Dick? It was Mr. Dubant who helped me, you see. He
got me a place to teach music, and went with me, and in-
troduced me, and I got such good pay, and he was so kind,
Dick—that was all, dear, and I meant to tell you, only I
was afraid you might object. Indeed, Dick, you've treated
Mr. Dubant very badly, but he’s willing to let it all pass.
He came to see me at papa’s, and told me about it, and
said he was very mad at first, and had a warrant out for
you, but it’s all settled now, and you’re to go home with
me, dear. But, oh, Dick,’ she. added, “‘what a foolish
mistake you made about thering. That was not mine
you saw on Mr. Dubant’s finger. I lost mine, Dick. I
took it off to wash my hands, and Jaid it. on the window
sill, and I never saw itagain. I’m sorry, Dick, but——”
‘ He drew the ring from his pocket, and slipped it on -her

mger. © =; ; :

“I found it, Jenny,’? he said, commanding his voice by
& greateffort. ‘It fell from the parrot’s cage. Lama
fool for my pains, as the bird said. Jenny can you ever
forgive me?’’. : ;

“I forgave you as soon as I came in, dear, and saw your
poor, miserable face,’’ she answered, touching her soft

| lips to his cheek; “and I do trust, Dick, love, that this les-

son will cure you of your one fauit.’?
“Tam cured, Jenny,’’ he replied; ‘‘I shall never be jeal-
ous again |’?

THERE'S A SCREW LOOSE.

The water flowed too freely from the faucet in our back
room, so the plumber was sent for to remedy the defect.
With a wise shake of the head he pronounced the trouble
“A screw loose somewliere.”?

‘There are many loose screws that no plumber can
tighten. ~ ~
_ When we hear a woman tal incessantly, yet saying
really notiing, We are sure there are two loose screws in

 

 

    
  

need of the plumber—one in her brain and the other in
her tongue.

‘if weh n to meet a married man flirting with the
wife of his friend we are sure to discover that four per-

sons are to blame—that the husband of one is cruel, and
the .other indifferent, or one wife is neglectful and the
other extravagant. And those are screws that should
certaibly be kept tight in their places.

A child with a discontented, unhappy face is sure indi-
cation that the home influence is not acheerful and happy

one,

A few more loose screws we see every day.

The man who imagines that to be loved at home he
must keep his family from contact with the world. The
old woman who thinks that everything should be done
now as it was “in her young days.” A young girl, with
& Weak mind, who has no will of her own, but wants to
please everybody. The servant who expects to get $20a
month while her mistress does the work. The employe
who works to suit himself without caring for the opinion
of hisemployer. The literary genius who asks advice
about his productions and then leaves them as first writ-
ten, no matter how incorrect they may be. The strong-
minded woman who undertakes to do a man’s labor,
when she is scarcely competent to accomplish the work
allotted to a feeble woman.

‘These are a few of the loose screws we see in our daily
life. Mary E. LAMBERT.

 

PASSING PARAGRAPHS.

— London has an underground raiiroad and eight
classes of cars. New York has nothing but street rail-
roads and only one class of cars—and a very crowded and
uncomfortable class,

— Offenbach has made $400,000 by three pieces. At this
rate comic opera is a serious business.

-— “The Daughter of the Regiment’? has been on the
boards so long that she must be old enough to be the
mother of the regiment.

— There are 150 postmistresses in the United States,
and yet the Woman's Rights women complain that they
are not allowed to hold office.

— It is said the Japanese recently bought three million
pounds of saltpeter in New York. As they are not going
to fight the Chinese, they wil) probably use it to make
gunpowder tea.

— An orthodox farmer got great credit for plowing over
the grave of Tom Paine, the infidel, until it was discovered
that the grave had long been empty.

— An astronomer, Mr. E. Calbert, denies that there is
an unusual number of sun-spots visible just now. Still,
it can’t be denied that the Sun spots a good many frauds
and humbugs.

— That immortal remark of General Zach Taylor—‘“‘a
little more grape, Capt. Bragg’’—would not have been ap-
propriate in New York this autumn. The fruit of the
vine has been unusually plentiful.

— The tragedy of “Samson” has recently been played
out West. From its name it ought to be a strong piece
and “bring down the house.”? ’

— Curious interests are sometimes allied. An associa-
tion of bartenders in Brooklyn has passed a voteof thanks
to the Temperance League! It was for the latter's efforts
in behalf of Sunday closing. The bartenders want to
stop selling liquor one day in the week and go somewhere
and drink it.

— We saw in a paper, lately, that a vinegar spring had
been discovered somewhere up in New York State. We
think this must be a fine place for an invalid to recruet
his health. An acidulous student, Mrs. Partington thinks,
may master this joke after a few attempts.

— The would-be assassin of Bismarck, Kullmann—who
might better be called Killman—besides other punish-
ment, is to be under police surveillance ali his life. If he
were in New York that would mean that he was liable to
be Knocked on the head witha club any moment of his
existence.

— Major Scofield’s success in capturing 69 Indians and
2,000 ponies at Elk Creek has aroused his ambition. He
will probably take as his motto ‘‘Elk-celsior.””

— Anexample of Arcadian simplicity—Believing that
the Arcadian Ciub wanted to celebrate Miss Cushman
and not itself,

— William Cuilen Bryant celebrated his eightieth birth-
day on the 3d of November—or rather, it would be correct
to say, his many friends celebrated it for him in tasteful
style. The public journals throughout the couniry em-
braced the opportunity of saying many pleasant and ge-
nial things in a hearty way in deserved praise of the poet

 

and journalist, who has carned the respect and honor of
more than two generations of his countrymen. It is the
fortune of few men to look back uponsolong a life so
well spent.

— The City of Tokio will sail for China and Japan soon.
But should the war between those nations take an unex-
pected and disastrous turn, there may be no City of Tokio
when the steamer gets there. ‘ :

— Dr. Ayer was recently burnt ineffigy in the town
nained after him. This was a bitterer dose for Ayer than
he eer gave anybody else.

— Miss Cushman took her ‘‘positively final last {are-
well” of the stage on a Saturday night in New York, and
reappeared the next Monday in Philadelphia.

— Avery poor joke—the Herald's report of the escape
of the Central Park animals. There was one animal cu-
riosity abroad that Sunday that the writer of the accouu
forgot to mention—a two-legged ass,

— Havemeyer goes out of office in a few wecks, when
New York will have a mayor called Wickham.

— Delegate Steele, of Wyoming, has gone to Washing-
ton, What a bad name for a delegate, but what a proper
place for him to go to.

— Ex-Postmaster-General Creswell has raised $2,500
worth of peaches on his farm. He finds it a better year
for peaches than for politics.

— Mile. Pauline Canissa, the well-known singer, has
got tired of being a soloist, and has married Mr. Fischer.

— Mr. Walter L. Sessions, member of Congress, was
among those not sent back at the last election. But how
can there be Congresses without sessions ?

— Some newspaper offices in New Orleans were illunii-
nated from top to bottom at the recent political ¢elebra-
tion, but one of them showed only a few candies. The
people thought it was a Picayune exhibition.

— There is now going the rounds of the country thea-
ters a play called ‘‘Her Face is Her Fortune.” Bessie Dar-
ling is the appropriate name of the actress whe is making
the fortune. '

— Mile. Zoe, who has been a “Cuban Sylph” for many
years, was presented with a silver brick at Virginia City.
One of the miners brought it to the theater in his hat.

— Oalifornia produced $80,000 worth of raisins last
year. That is a crop worth raisin’. ;

— Charlotte Cushman, in her affecting farewell speech,
said she expected to give readings hereafter. This re-
minds us of the obituary notice: ‘His disconsolate widow
will continue the business at the old stand.??:

— A good-natured divine, the Rev. C. C. Sharpe, of
Shropshire, England, got up a feast, to which he invited
his parishioners. They came in large numbers, for they
could enjoy a ‘free feed.*’ Fancy their astonisiment on
learning that they must pay half a crown each for their
dinner, besides the cost of the beer. Some days afterward
the enterprising clergyman was arrested for selling beer
without a license, and fined. The Rev. Mr. Sharpe was
not sosharp after all.

— That time-honored failure, the Stevens Battery, has
been sold to the Government for $125,000. How much is
that a pound?

for the championship.
couples.

' — During the cremation of the body of an old lady, in
Breslau, Prussia, some scientists discovered that the re-
mains emitted a gas which might be used for illuminating
purposes, and proposed thai hereafter the bodies of the
dead be used for lighting the city. The NEw YORK WEEK-
LY is opposed to making light of such grave subjects.

— The Herald wants Tilden to marry. What's the ne-
cessity, when all the boys in the State will soon call him
“Governor’’ ?

— Honeyed words—The speeches at the meeting of the
North American Bee-keepers’ Association.

— Great guns of the Herald—Von Arnim and Bismarck.
Some people think the guns are a double-barreled bore.

HISTORICAL ITEMS. —

~ THE ‘Moon Hoax,” written by Richard Adams
originally appe: in the New York in A
September, 1835, I

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Herschel, at the
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‘presence of living creatures, and describe their peculiarities.
CANNON were used in warlike operations at the

of

very beginning of the fifteenth century. It is recorded that
when Henry V. besieged Berwick, in 1405, a shot from one of his
great guns inflicted such injury upon a tower that the terrified

garrison immediately opened their gates to the king.

ANACREON was one of the most famous of the lyric
poets, whose muse is su to have been greatly inspired by
the juice of the grape. is odes are still extant, and have been
translated by Thomas Moore and others. He flourished in the
sixth century B.C.

Eros was the servant of whom Antony demanded
a sword to kill himself, but instead of giving it to his master he
killed himself in Antony’s aa Eros, in Greek mythology,
is the god of love, and the Cupid of the Latin poets.

THE flagstaff standing in Kew Gardens, London,
measures in hight 159 feet, the weight being over four tons. The
wood is the Douglas pine of Vancouver’s Island. The age is stated
to be about 250 years. 4 ;

LIVERPOOL in 1700 contained 5,714 persons, and in
aed 75,000. In 1775 there was one letter-carrier for the whole
place. ;

HERACLITUS was a celebrated philosopher of Ephe-

from his custom of weeping at the follies of men.

CHILO, one of the Seven Wise Men of Greece, was
& philosopher of Sparta, whose saying was “(Know thyself."

 

Glorious News for the Boys!

In No. 7 of the NEw YORK WEEELY will be commenced
one of the best juvenile stories we have published in a

 

long time. Itis Full of Fun.
has numerous
Effective and Startling Scenes,.
and teems with
Exciting Incidents, _
THE
; OR, THE

WOLF IN THE FOLD.

By James K, Lennox,

readers, a8 it is a most meritorious narrative of

Savage Warfare,
and contains vivid descriptions of
Hand-to-Hand Contests.
Wily Stratagems, and
Ludicrous Adventures.

The exciting scenes which abound in every chapter are
connected by a very

Ingenious Plot,

which holds the reader enthralled with interest, forcing
him to follow the fortunes of the characters untH the

Delightful and Perplexing Mystery
is made plain, and a happy denouement closes this
Really Grand Boy Story.

“The Boy Ranger’’ will be commenced next week, in
No. 7 of the NEw YORK WEEKLY. :

Now, boys, wide awake! and accord a fitting welcome
to the “Boy Ranger,’’ one of the most daring little heroes
that ever figured ina story.

 

 

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— Rev. J. H. Grier, of Jersey Shore, Penn., is going fa _

sus, who lived about 500B.C. He was called “the mourner,”

Will afford both fun and excitement for all our young —

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