SISTERS OF CHARITY. REV. DR. TALMAGE CONTINUES THE SUBJECT OF WOMEN'S RIGHTS. Woman's Right to Care For the Sick, to Minister to the Distressed, to Plead for Divine Forgiveness and to Wear the Crown of Glory in Heaven.

BEATRICE, Neb., June 23.--In his sermon for today, Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now on his summer western tour, has chosen a subject that must awaken the sympathies of all lovers of humanity--viz, "Sisters of Charity." The text se-

lected was Acts ix, 36, "This woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did."

Starting now where I left off last Sabbath in reciting woman's opportunities, I have to say that woman has the special and superlative right of blessing and comforting the sick. What land,

what street, what house, has not felt

the smitings of disease? Tens of thousands of sickbeds! What shall we do

with them? Shall man, with his rough

hand and heavy foot and impatient bear-

ing, minister? No. He cannot soothe the pain. He cannot quiet the nerves. He

knows not where to set the light. His hand is not steady enough to pour out the drops. He is not wakeful enough to

be a watcher. The Lord God sent Miss

Dix into the Virginia hospitals, and the Maid of Saragossa to appease the wounds of the battlefield, and has equipped wife, mother and daughter for this delicate but tremendous mission. You have known men who have despised women,

but the moment disease fell upon them

they did not send for their friends at the

bank, or their partner in business, or

their worldly associates. Their first cry was, "Take me to my wife!" The dis-

sipated young man at the college scoffs

at the idea of being under home influences, but at the first blast of the typhoid fever on his cheek he says, "Where

is mother?" Walter Scott wrote partly

in satire and partly in compliment when he said: O woman, in our hour of ease, Uncertain, coy and hard to please, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

A Pathetic Scriptural Story. I think the most pathetic passage in all the Bible is the description of the lad who went out to the harvest field of Shunem and got sunstruck--throwing his hands on his temples and crying out: "Oh, my head! My head!" And they said, "Carry him to his mother." And then the record is, "He sat on her knees till noon, and then died." It is an awful thing to be ill away from home in a strange hotel, once in awhile men coming to look at you, holding their hand over their mouth for fear that they will catch the contagion. How roughly they turn you in bed! How loudly they talk! How you long for the ministries of home! I knew one such who went away from one of the brightest of homes for several weeks' business absence at the west. A telegram came at midnight that he was on his deathbed far away from home. By express train the wife and daughters went westward, but they went too late. He feared not to die, but he was in an agony to live until his family got there. He tried to bribe the doctor to make him live a little while longer. He said, "I am willing to die, but not alone." But the pulses fluttered, the eyes closed and the heart stopped. The express train met in the midnight--wife and daughters going westward, lifeless remains of husband and father coming eastward. Oh, it was a sad, pitiful, overwhelming spectacle! When we are sick, we want to be sick at home. When the time comes for us to die, we want to die at home. The room may be very humble, and the faces that look into ours may be very plain, but who cares for that? Loving hands to bathe the temples. Loving voices to speak good cheer. Loving lips to read the comforting promises of Jesus. In our last dreadful war men cast the cannon; men fashioned the musketry; men cried to the hosts, "Forward, march!" men hurled their battalions on the sharp edges of the enemy, crying, "Charge, charge!" but woman scraped the lint; woman administered the cordials; woman watched by the dying couch; woman wrote the last message to the home circle; woman wept at the solitary burial attended by herself and four men with a spade. We greeted the general home with brass bands and triumphal arches and wild huzzas, but the story is too good to be written anywhere, save in the chronicles of heaven, of Mrs. Brady, who came down among the sick in the swamps of the Chickahominy; of Annie Ross, in the cooper shop hospital; of Margaret Breckinridge, who came to men who had been for weeks with their wounds undressed, some of them frozen to the ground, and when she turned them over those that had an arm left waved it and filled the air with their "Hurrah!" of Mrs. Hodge, who came from Chicago with blankets and with pillows, until the men shouted: "Three cheers for the Christian commission! God bless the women at home;" then, sitting down to take the last message: "Tell my wife not to fret about me, but to meet me in heaven. Tell her to train up the boys whom we have loved so well. Tell her we shall meet again in the good land. Tell her to bear my loss like the Christian wife of a Christian soldier," and of Mrs. Shelton, into whose face the convalescent soldier looked and said, "Your grapes and cologne cured me." Men did their work with shot and shell and carbine and howitzer, women did their work with socks and slippers and bandages, and warm drinks, and Scripture texts, and stories of that land where they never have any pain. Men knelt down over the wounded and said, "Oh, which side did you fight?" Women knelt down over the wounded and said: "Where are you hurt? What nice thing can I make for you to eat? What makes you cry?" Tonight, while we men are sound asleep in our beds, there will be a light in [?]; there will be groaning in that dark alley; there will be cries of distress in that cellar. Men will sleep, and women will watch.

A Superlative Right.

Again, woman has a superlative right to take care of the poor. There are hundreds and thousands of them in all our cities. There is a kind of work that men cannot do for the poor. Here comes a group of little barefoot children to the door of the Dorcas society. They need to be clothed and provided for. Which of these directors of banks would know how many yards it would take to make that little girl a dress? Which of these masculine hands could fit a hat to that little girl's head? Which of the wise men would know how to tie on that new pair of shoes? Man sometimes gives his charity in a rough way, and it falls like the fruit of a tree in the east, which fruit comes down so heavily that it breaks the skull of the man who is trying to gather it. But woman glides so softly into the house of destitution, and finds out all the sorrows of the place, and puts so quietly the donation on the table, that all the family come out on the front steps as she departs, expecting that from under her shawl she will thrust out two wings and go right up toward heaven, from whence she seems to have come down. O Christian young woman, if you would make yourself happy and win the blessing of Christ, go out among the destitute. A loaf of bread or a bundle of socks may make a homely load to carry, but the angels of God will come out to watch, and the Lord Almighty will give his messenger hosts a charge saying: "Look after that woman. Canopy her with your wings and shelter her from all harm," and while you are seated in the house of destitution and suffering the little ones around the room will whisper: "Who is she? Ain't she beautiful?" and if you listen right sharply, you will hear dripping down the leaky roof and rolling over the rotten stairs the angel chant that shook Bethlehem, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to men." Can you tell me why a Christian woman, going down among the haunts of iniquity on a Christian errand, never meets with any indignity? I stood in the chapel of Helen Chalmers, the daughter of the celebrated Dr. Chalmers, in the most abandoned part of the city of Edinburgh, and I said to her as I looked around upon the fearful surroundings of that place, "Do you come here nights to hold service?" "Oh, yes," she said. "Can it be possible that you never meet with an insult while performing this Christian errand?" "Never," she said. "Never."

That young woman who has her father by her side walking down the

street, an armed policeman at each corner of the street, is not so well defended

as that Christian who goes forth on gospel work into the haunts of iniquity,

carrying the Bibles and bread. God, with the right arm of his wrath omnip-

otent, would tear to pieces any one who should offer indignity. He would smite him with lightnings and drown him with floods and swallow him with earthquakes and damn him with eternal indignations. Some one said: "I dislike very much to see that Christian woman teaching those bad boys in the mission school. I am afraid to have her instruct them." "So," said another man, "I am afraid too." Said the first, "I am afraid they will use vile language before they leave the place." "Ah," said the other man, I am not afraid of that! What I am afraid of is that, if any of those boys should use a bad word in that presence, the other boys would tear him to pieces and kill him on the spot." That woman is the best sheltered who is sheltered by omnipotence, and it is always safe to go where God tells you to go. It seems as if the Lord had ordained woman for an especial work in the solicitation of charities. Backed up by barrels in which there is no flour, and by stoves in which there is no fire, and wardrobes in which there are no clothes, a woman is irresistible. Passing on her errand, God says to her, "You go into that bank or store or shop and get the money." She goes in and gets it. The man is hard fisted, but she gets it. She could not help but get it. It is decreed from eternity she should get it. No need of your turning your back and pretending you don't hear. You do hear. There is no need of your saying you are begged to death. There is no need of your wasting your time, and you might as well submit first as last. You had better right away take down your checkbook, mark the number of the check, fill up the blank, sign your name and hand it to her. There is no need of wasting time. Those poor children on the back street have been hungry long enough. That sick man must have some farina. That consumptive must have something to ease his cough. I meet this delegate of a relief society coming out of the store of such a hard fisted man, and I say, "Did you get the money?" "Of course," she says, "I got the money. That's what I went for. The Lord told me to go in and get it, and he never sends me on a fool's errand."

Woman's Right to Comfort.

Again, I have to tell you that it is a woman's specific right to comfort under the stress of dire disaster. She is called the weaker vessel, but all profane as well as sacred history attests that when the crisis comes she is better prepared than men to meet the emergency. How often you have seen a woman who seemed to be a disciple of frivolity and indolence, who, under one stroke of calamity, changed to a heroine! Oh, what a great mistake those business men make who never tell their business troubles to their wives! There comes some great loss to their store or some of their companions in business play them a sad trick, and they carry the burden all alone. He is asked in the household again and again, "What is the matter?" but he believes it a sort of Christian duty to keep all that trouble within his own soul. Oh, sir, your first duty was to tell your wife all about it. She perhaps might not have disentangled your finances or extended your credit, but she would have helped you to [?]. You have no right to [?] the shoulder that which is [?] for two. There are business men who know what I mean. There comes a crisis in your affairs. You struggle bravely and long, but after awhile there comes a day when you say, "Here I shall have to stop," and you call in your partners, and you call in the most prominent men in your employ, and you say, "We have to stop." You leave the store suddenly. You can scarcely make up your mind to pass through the street and over on bridge or on the ferryboat. You feel everybody will be looking at you, and blaming you, and denouncing you. You hasten home. You tell your wife all about the affairs. What does she say? Does she play the butterfly? Does she talk about the silks, and the ribbons, and the fashions? No. She comes up to the emergency. She quails not under the stroke. She helps you to begin the plan right away. She offers to go out of the comfortable house into a smaller one and wear the old cloak another winter. She is one who understands your affairs without blaming you. You look upon what you thought was a thin, weak woman's warm holding you up, but while you look at that arm there comes into the feeble muscles of it the strength of the eternal God. No chiding. No fretting. No telling you about the beautiful house of her father, from which you brought her, 10, 20 or 30 years ago. You say: "Well, this is the happiest day of my life. I am glad I have got from under my burden. My wife don't care--I don't care." At the moment you were utterly exhausted God sent a Deborah to meet the host of the Amalekites and scatter them life chaff over the plain.

Another Specific Right. There are sometimes women who sit reading sentimental novels, and who wish that they had some grand field in which to display their Christian powers. Oh, what grand and glorious things they could do if they only had an opportunity! My sister, you need not wait for any such time. A crisis will come in your affairs. There will be a Thermopyhe in your own household, where God will tell you to stand. There are hundreds of households where as much courage is demanded of woman as was exhibited by Grace Darling or Marie Antoinette or Joan of Arc. Woman is further endowed to bring us into the kingdom of heaven. It is easier for a woman to be a Christian than for a man. Why? You say she is weaker. No. Her heart is more responsive to the pleadings of divine love. The fact that she can more easily become a Christian I prove by the statement that three-fourths of the members of the churches in all Christendom are women. So God appoints them to be the chief agencies for bringing this world back to God. The greatest sermons are not preached on celebrated platforms. They are preached with an audience of two or three and in private home life.

A patient, loving, Christian demeanor in the presence of transgression, in the presence of hardness, in the presence of obduracy and crime, is an argument

from the force of which no man can escape.

A Glorious Right.

Lastly, one of the specific rights of woman is, through the grace of Christ,

finally to reach heaven. Oh, what a

multitude of women in heaven! Mary, Christ's mother, in heaven; Elizabeth Fry in heaven, Charlotte Elizabeth in

heaven, the mother of Augustine in

heaven, the Countess of Huntingdon,

who sold her splendid jewels to build

chapels, in heaven, while a great many others who have never been heard of on earth or known but little have gone to the rest and peace of heaven. What a rest! What a change it was from the small room, with no fire and one window, the glass broken out, and the aching side and wornout eyes, to the "house

of many mansions!" No more stitching until 12 o'clock at night, no more thrusting of the thumb by the employer through the work to show that it was not done quite right. Plenty of bread at last. Heaven for aching heads. Heaven for broken hearts. Heaven for anguish bitten frames. No more sitting up until midnight for the coming of staggering steps. No more rough blows across the temples. No more sharp, keen, bitter curses.

Some of you will have no rest in this world. It will be toil and struggle and suffering all the way up. You will have to stand at your door fighting back the wolf with your own hand, red with carnage. But God has a crown for you. I want you to realize that he is now making it, and whenever you weep a tear he sets another gem in that crown, whenever you have a pang of body or soul he puts another gem in that crown, until, after awhile, in all the tiara there will be no room for another splendor, and God will say to his angel, "The crown is done; let her up that she may wear it." And as the Lord of righteousness puts the crown upon your brow angel will cry to angel, "Who is she?" and Christ will say: "I will tell you who she is. She is the one that came up out of great tribulation and had her robe washed and made white in the blood of the lamb." And then God will spread a banquet, and he will invite all the principalities of heaven to sit at the feast, and the tables will blush with the best clusters from the vineyards of God, and crimson with the 12 manner of fruits from the tree of life, and waters from the fountain of the rock will dash from the golden tankards, and the old harpers of heaven will sit there, making music with their harps, and Christ will point you out amid the celebrities of heaven, saying: "She suffered with me on earth. Now we are going to be glorified together." And the banqueters, no longer able to hold their peace, will break forth with congratulation: "Hail! Hail!" And there will be handwritings on the wall--not such as struck the Persian noblemen with horror, but with fire tipped fingers, writing in blazing capitals of light and love and victory, "God has wiped away all tears from all faces."

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The stone blocks in the road are of the old rattling Oxford street oblong pattern.

It is the boast of Fifth avenue to be free

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It is the only one of the 12 or 13 avenues that is so free. The fashionables keep them out, as the gas was kept out of Grosvenor square.

The only public conveyance that runs in the avenue, from Washington square

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Man is the merriest, the most joyous of all the species of creation. Above and below him all are [?].--Addison.

Old [?]. Collingwood kept officers in as good order as men. "I have given you a commission into the the excellent," said St. Vincent to a young officer, "but remember that you are going to a man who will take it away from you tomorrow if you behave ill." He also paid particular attention to his midshipmen, considering it a point of honor with himself that not one should leave him unfit to pass for promotion. Yet it was his inflexible rule to uphold the authority of every officer, whatever his rank, with the same severity as his own.

If a midshipman made complaint against a man, that man was unfailingly ordered for punishment, but meanwhile Collingwood took the lad aside and suggested to him the propriety of asking grace for the culprit when he should be brought out. "In all probability the fault was yours," he would say, "but whether it was or not I am sure it would go to your heart to see a man old enough to be your father disgraced and punished on your account." So the midshipman interceded; the captain, with some show of reluctance, pardoned, and discipline was upheld.

On the other hand, he would not even permit his officers to address a man as "you, sir" (a form of appellation which lasted in the army until the Crimean war, but now survives, so far as we know, only among the negroes in the West Indies), on the ground that it was unnecessary, discourteous and contemptuous. "If you don't know a man's name," he said, rather implying that an officer ought to know his men by name, "call him sailor."--Macmillan's Magazine.

A Dog Story From Froissart. Froissart was an eyewitness of the events that preceded the deposition of Richard II and writes of them with spirit and appreciation. In a new edition of the famous "Chronicles" there is a particularly happy description of how the Duke of Lancaster came riding to the castle gate and entered boldly

with only 12 companions. Then is told how Richard was deserted, even by his greyhound:

"And it was informed me, King Richard had a greyhound called Math, who always waited upon the king and would know no man else, for whensoever the king did ride, he that kept the greyhound did let him loose, and he would straight run to the king and fawn upon him and leap with his fore feet upon the king's shoulders. And as the king and the Earl of Derby talked together in the court the greyhound, who was wont to leap upon the king, left the king and came to the Earl of Derby, Duke of Lancaster, and made to him the same friendly countenance and cheer as he was wont to do to the king.

"The duke, who knew not the greyhound, demanded of the king what the greyhound would do. "Cousin, quoth the king, 'it is a great good token to you and an evil sign to me.' 'Sir, how know you that?' quoth the duke. 'I know it well,' quoth the king. 'The greyhound maketh you cheer this day as king of England, as ye shall be, and I shall be deposed. The greyhound hath this knowledge naturally, therefore take him to you. He will follow you and forsake me.' The duke understood well those words and cherished the greyhound, who would never after follow King Richard, but followed the Duke of Lancaster. So every man leaped a-horseback and departed from the castle of Flint and entered into the fields."

Sponges.

Mr. W. B. Burk, who has made a close study and examination of the sponges found in different parts of the globe, declares that there are no sponges in any land in the world that can equal the Florida sheep wool for softness and strength, and no better bath sponge has been discovered than a good solid sheep wool, although it is generally employed for washing carriages, etc., and though in former years the sponges were loaded with lime or sand, such a kind or description of the article is not often to be met with. The Florida sheep wool is the best variety of sponge, being of very fine texture, soft, strong and durable. The yellow sponge is of fine quality, but not firm in texture, and not nearly so soft or durable as the first named. The grass sponge is quite inferior to the others, not being so strong nor so desirable in shape, and is easily torn.

The Cuban sponges, Mr. Burk says, are the next best to the Florida, the principal varieties found in Cuba or the

West Indies being the sheep wool, reef, yellow and grass, also velvet, which are next best to the sheep wool sort. The finer grades of sponges are found princi-

pally in the Mediterranean, such as the fine surgeon's, toilet, bathing and nursery sponges, and these are of much higher price than any others. They are fished principally by divers, sometimes at great depth, and after being brought

to the land are buried in the sand and allowed to decompose, and subsequently well washed, beaten with a small stick and thoroughly cleaned.--New York

Sun.

PRETTY FAIR PAY. Mr. Foster Said to Get More Than $100,000 For Two Month's Work.

It is claimed that John W. Foster will receive more than $100,000 for two months' service as a diplomatic adviser, helping to let Li Hung Chan down as easy as possible with the Japanese. Mr. Foster is one of the most experienced, if not one of the ablest, commercial diplomats in the country, perhaps in the world, but the impressiveness of his service to the Chinese government can hardly be overestimated, as is clearly shown by a statement made by a wide awake member of the diplomatic corps.

"Before John W. Foster left this country," said this gentleman, "he had made a contract with the Chinese min-

ister by which he was to receive a very large sum for his services as adviser to the Chinese government in the efforts then being made to secure peace with Japan. The cable today indicates that he has earned every penny of it. When

Mr. Foster first engaged, it had not been decided to send Li Hung Chang to treat with Japan. The first thing Mr. Foster did was to insist that he be called to Peking, restored to his former honors and sent out with full powers to negoti-

ate a treaty. He knew that the Japanese would receive the veteran statesman with greater courtesy than they would extend to any other living Chinaman, and he shrewdly guessed that Li Hung Chang would command some sympathy

for the harsh treatment received by him at the hands of the emperor. The result was fully justified this expectation. Li was received with distinction, and since the unfortunate incident of his attempt-

ed assassination, which, however, in view of the happy outcome, can hardly be called unfortunate, the mikado has done everything in his power to make his task an easy one. The shrewd Foster was constantly at his elbow, and when Japan demanded an indemnity of 300,-

000,000 taels it was at Foster's suggestion that Li besought the Japanese min-

ister not to cripple the revenues of China for all time by demanding so high a

price for peace. The plea was successful, for the Japanese finally consented to put the amount at 200,000,000 taels. As a tael is worth about 73 cents in gold the minister's shrewd work has probably saved China more than $70,000,000, so that the emperor can well afford to pay the American's little bill."--Detroit Free Press.

Gresham's Plain Ways.

Judge Gresham, says the Washington Post, was never much impressed by the

flounce and frill of official life. His methods were as easy and direct as Bis-

marck's. This easy, careless plan of doing business was more than once a shock to the diplomatic colony in Washington.

They did not know how to take Gresham's blunt fashion of doing business.

On one occasion a couple of under-

diplomats of one of the legations were ushered into the diplomatic room to

make what they intended should be a very formal call upon the secretary of state. It was a hot August afternoon.

They found the secretary in his shirt sleeves and with his slippered feet placed comfortably in a window where he could have the full benefit of the Potomac breeze. He was smoking a very strong cigar and was adding to his comfort as much as possible with a palm leaf fan. He turned his head amiably toward the callers, both of whom he had met before and knew, and waving his hand hospitably said: "Excuse my not getting up, gentlemen. Pull up some chairs by the window. You will find some cigars on the desk."

This gave the European disciples of red tape a severe shock at the time and aroused considerable gossip in an undertone in what are called diplomatic circles. The callers were by no means sure that their country's dignity had not been serious infringed by our secretary's informal reception.

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The Boiling Point. There are some curious things about the boiling point of different liquids which the most thoughtful never take time to reflect upon. If you have been out of school six months, it is 10 to 1 that you have entirely forgotten the meaning of the term "boiling point" as applied to the different elements. It is "the temperature at which the elastic force of the vapor of any liquid is equal to the pressure of the atmosphere."

The various liquids have different boiling points. Sulphurous acid boils at a fraction above 17 degrees Fahren-

height scale, aldehyde at 71, ether at 96, wood alcohol at 151, water at 212, sulphuric acid at 620 and mercury at 662.

The above refers to tests made at sea level, barometer at 30 inches.

When the barometer stands at 30, it shows a pressure of 15 pounds to the square inch. Remove this pressure, or even a portion of it, and the boiling point of all liquids changes correspondingly. In making reckonings on this score it is calculated that there is a diminution of one degree for each 510 feet of ascent. In the City of Mexico water boils at 198 degrees F and in the Himalayas at 180. By the above it will be seen that "boiling" water is not always equally hot. This explains why it is next to impossible to cook beans, potatoes, etc., in mountainous regions.--St. Louis Republic.

Keeping an Eye on Them.

The directors of a bank had engaged the services of a watchman, who came well recommended, but did not seem overexperienced. The chairman, therefore, sent for him to post him up a bit and began:

"James, this is your first job of this kind, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Your duty must be to exercise vigilance." "Yes, sir." Be careful how strangers approach you." "I will, sir." "No stranger must be allowed to enter the bank at night under any pretext whatever." "No, sir." "And our manager, he isa good man, honest, reliable and trustworthy, but it will be your duty to keep your eye on him." "But it will be hard to watch two men and the bank at the same time." "Two men? How?" "Why, sir, it was only yesterday that the manager called me in for a talk, and he said you were one of the best men in London, but it would be just as well to keep both eyes on you and let the directors know if you hang around after hours."--London Tit-Bits.

The Conversational Capper.

The "conversational capper" is an unpleasant but by no means uncommon specimen. He's very apt to also be a "conversational usurper," being one of those who find nothing so inspiring as the cackle of their own tongues. But if he gives you a chance to talk at all in your turn don't deceive yourself by fancying that it's because he has any personal interest in what you have to say. He has an interest, to be sure, but it's purely impersonal, concerning itself altogether with how far he can overreach you in his next remark.

Just as soon as he gets a chance he

breaks in, "Going you one better." If

you have had a fall, he has had two falls. If you contemplate going to Europe, he is thinking of "doing" both Europe and Asia, and if you are going to build a house he's going to build a

mansion. Yours is to have a stable? So is his, only it will be twice as big as

yours and much more completely furnished and equipped and altogether in-

comparable. All this is entertaining, but not endearing. Nowhere is the "vaulting

ambition that o'erleaps it's selle" so manifest as in the conversational capper. --New York Sun.

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The Kangaroo.

As showing the force of maternal love among the lower animals there are few more pathetic incidents than the following, which comes from Australia:

During a severe drought the owner of a country station was sitting one even-

ing on the balcony outside his house when he was surprised to notice a kan-

garoo lingering about, alternately approaching and retiring from the house, as though half in doubt and fear what to do. At length she approached the

water pails, and taking a young one from her pouch held it to the water to drink.

While her baby was satisfying its thirst the mother was quivering all over with excitement, for she was but a few

feet away from the balcony, where one of her great foes was sitting, watching her. The little one having finished

drinking, it was replaced in the pouch, and the old kangaroo started off at a rapid pace. When the natural timidity of the kangaroo is taken into account, it will be recognized what astonishing bravery this affectionate mother betrayed.--Woman's Journal.

A Maine Drink Cure. A Saco man has no use for the Keeley cure. In order to prevent his breath telling his wife what he had been drinking he swallowed three moth balls. He says the very thought of whisky now makes him sick.--Lewiston Journal.

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