GOSPEL OF CONTENT. REV. DR. TALMAGE ON THE RELIGION FOR ORDINARY PEOPLE.

He Asks Attention to the Rank and File Rather Than to the Few--The Disadvantages of Being Conspicuous--The Blessing of Content.

NEW YORK, July 21.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is still absent on his annual midsummer tour, preaching and lecturing, has prepared for today a sermon on "Plain People," a topic which will appeal to a very large majority of readers anywhere. The text selected was Romans xvi, 14, 15, "Salute Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermas, Patrobas, Hermes,

Philologus and Julia."

Matthew Henry, Albert Barnes, Adam Clark, Thomas Scott and all the commentators pass by these verses without any especial remark. The other 20 people mentioned in the chapter were distinguished for something and were therefore discussed by the illustrious expositors, but nothing is said about Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermas, Patrobas, Hermes, Philologus and Julia. Where were they born? No one knows. Where did they die? There is no record of their decease. For what were they distinguished? Absolutely for nothing, or the trait of character would have been brought out by the apostle. If they had been very intrepid or opulent or hirsute or musical of cadence or crass of style of in anywise anomalous, that feature would have been caught by the apostolic camera. But they were good people, because Paul sent to them his high Christian regards. They were ordinary people, moving in ordinary sphere, attending to ordinary duty and meeting ordinary responsibilities. What the world wants is a religion for ordinary people. If there be in the United States 65,000,000 people, there are certainly not more than 1,000,000 extraordinary, and then there are 64,000,000 ordinary, and we do well to turn our backs for a little while upon the distinguished and conspicuous people of the Bible and consider in our text the seven ordinary. We spend too much of our time in twisting garlands for remarkables and building thrones for magnates and sculpturing warriors and apotheosizing philanthropists. The rank and file of the Lord's soldiery need es-

pecial help.

The vast majority of people to whom this sermon comes will never lead an army, will never write a state constitution, will never electrify a senate, will never make an important invention, will never introduce a new philosophy, will never decide the fate of a nation. You do not expect to; you do not want to. You will not be a Moses to lead a nation out of bondage. You will not be a Joshua to prolong the daylight until you can shut five kings in a cavern. You will not be a St. John to unroll an apocalypse. You will not be a Paul to preside over an apostolic college. You will not be a Mary to mother a Christ. You will more probably be Asyncritus or Phlegon or Hermas or Patrobas or Hermes of Philologus or Julia.

Heads of Households.

Many of you are women at the head of households. This morning you launched the family for Sabbath observance. Your brain decided the apparel, and your judgment was final on all questions of personal attire. Every morning you plan for the day. The culinary department of your household is in your dominion. You decide all questions of diet. All the sanitary regulations of your house are under your supervision. To regulate the food, and the apparel, and the habits and decide the thousand questions of home life is a tax upon your brain and nerve and general health absolutely appalling if there be no di-

vine alleviation.

It does not help you much to be told that Elizabeth Fry did wonderful things mid the criminals of Newgate. It does not help you much to be told that Mrs. Judson was very brave among the Bornesian annibals. It does not help you much to be told that Florence Nightingale was very kind to the wounded in the Crimea. It would be better for me to tell you that the divine friend of Mary and Martha is your friend, and that he sees all the annoyances and disappointments and abrasions and exas-

perations of an ordinary housekeeper from morn till night, and from the first day of the year to the last day of the year and at your call he is ready with

help and re-enforcement.

They who provide the food of the

world decide the health of the world. One of the greatest battles of this century was lost because the commander that morning had a fit of indigestion. You have only to go on some errand amid the taverns and the hotels of the United States and Great Britain to appreciate the fact that a vast multitude of the human race are slaughtered by incompetent cookery. Though a young woman may have taken lessons in music and may have taken lessons in painting and lessons in astronomy, she is not well educated unless she has taken lessons in dough. They who decide the ap-

parel of the world and the food of the

world decide the endurance of the

world.

An unthinking man may consider it a matter of little importance--the cares of the household and the economies of domestic life--but I tell you the earth is strewn with the martyrs of kitchen and nursery. The health shattered womanhood of America cries out for a God who can help ordinary women in the ordinary duties of housekeeping. The wearing, grinding, unappreciated work goes on, but the same Christ who stood on the bank of Galilee in the early morning and kindled the fire and had the fish already cleaned and broiling when the sportsmen stepped ashore, chilled and hungry, will help every woman to prepare breakfast, whether by her own hand or the hand of her hired help. The God who made indestructible eulogy of Hannah, who made a coat for Samuel, her son, and carried it to the temple every year, will help every woman in preparing the family wardrobe. The God who opens the Bible with the story of Abraham's entertainment of the three angels on the plains of Mamre will help every woman to provide hospitality, however rare and embarrassing. It is high time that some of the attention we have been giving to the remarkable women of the Bible--re-markable for their virtue or want of it or remarkable for their deeds--Deborah and Jezebel and Herodia and Athaliah and Dorcas and the Marys, excellent and abandoned--it is high time some of the attention we have been giving to these conspicuous women of the Bible be given to Julia of the text, an ordinary woman amid ordinary circumstances, attending to ordinary duties and meeting ordinary responsibilities.

Premature Old Age.

Then there are the ordinary business men. They need divine and Christian help. When we begin to talk about business life, we shoot right off and talk about men who did business on a large scale, and who sold millions of dollars of goods a year, but the vast majority of business men do not sell a million dollars of goods, nor half a million, nor a quarter of a million, nor the eighth part of a million. Put all the business men of our cities, towns, villages and neighborhoods side by side, and you will find that they sell less than $50,000 worth of goods. All these men in ordinary business life want divine help. You see how the wrinkles are printing on the countenance the story of worriment and care. You cannot tell how old a business man is by looking at him. Grey hairs at 30. A man at 45 with the stoop of a nonogenarian. No time to attend to improved dentistry, the grinders cease because they are few. Actually dying of old age at 40 or 50 when they ought to be at the meridian.

Many of these business men have bodies like a neglected clock to which you come, and you wind it up, and it begins to buzz and roar, and then the hands start around very rapidly, and then the clock strikes 5 or 10 or 40, and strikes without any sense, and then suddenly stops. So is the body of that wornout business man. It is a neglected clock, and though by some summer recreation it may be wound up still the machinery is all out of gear. The hands turn around with a velocity that excites the astonishment of the world. Men cannot understand the wonderful activ-

ity, and there is a roar, and a buzz, and a rattle about these disordered lives, and they strike ten when they ought to strike five, and they strike 12 when they ought to strike six, and they strike 40 when they ought to strike nothing, and suddenly they stop. Post mortem examination reveals the fact that all the springs and pivots and weights and balance wheels of health are completely deranged. The human clock has simply run down. And at the time when the steady hand ought to be pointing to the industrious hours on a clear and sunlit dial the whole machinery of body, mind and earthly capacity stops forever. The cemeteries have thousands of business men who died of old age at 30, 35, 40, 45.

Th. Best Kind of Grace.

Now, what is wanted is grace--divine grace for ordinary business men, men who are harnessed from morn till night and all the days of their life--harnessed in business. Not grace to lose $100,000, but grace to lose $10. Not grace to supervise 250 employees in a factory, but grace to supervise a bookkeeper and two salesmen and the small boy that sweeps out the store. Grace to invest not the $80,000 of net profit, but the $2,500 of clear gain. Grace not to endure the loss of a whole shipload of spices from the Indies, but grace to endure the loss of a paper of collars from the leakage of a displaced shingle on a

poor roof.

Grace not to endure the tardiness of

the American congress in passing a necessary law, but grace to endure the tardiness of an errand boy stopping to play marbles when he ought to deliver the goods; such a grace as thousands of business men have today, keeping them tranquil whether goods sell or do not sell, whether customers pay or do not pay, whether the tariff is up or tariff is down, whether the crops are luxuriant or a dead failure, calm in all circumstances and amid all vicissitudes--that is the kind of grace we want. Millions of men want it, and they may have it for the asking. Some hero or heroine comes to town, and as the procession

passes through the street and the business men come out and stand on tiptoe on

their store steps and look at some one who in arctic clime or in ocean storm

or in day of battle or in hospital agonies did the brave thing, not realizing that

they, the enthusiastic spectators, have gone through trials in business life that are just as great before God. There are men who have gone through freezing arctics and burning torrids and awful Marengos of experiences without moving five miles from their doorsteps. Now, what ordinary business men need is to realize that they have the friendship of that Christ who looked after the religious interests of Matthew, the custom house clerk, and helped Lydia of Thyatira to sell the dry goods, and who opened a bakery and fish market in the wilderness of Asia Minor to feed the 7,000 who had come out on a religious picnic, and who counts the hairs of your head with as much particularity as though they were the plumes of a coronation, and who took the trouble to stoop down with his finger writing on the ground, although the first shuffle of feet obliterated the divine caligraphy, and who knows just how many locusts there were in the Egyptian plague and knew just how many ravens were necessary to supply Elijah's pantry by the brook Cherith, and who as floral commander leads forth all the regiments of primroses, foxgloves, daffodils, hyacinths and lilies which pitch their tents of beauty and kindle their camp fires of color all around the hemisphere; that that Christ and that God know the most minute affairs of your business life, and, however inconsiderable, understanding all the affairs of that woman who keeps a thread and needle store as well as all the affairs of a Rothschild and a Stewart.

Tillers of the Soil.

Then there are all the ordinary farmers. We talk about agricultural life, and we immediately shoot off to talk about Cincinnatus, the patrician, who went from the plow to a high position, and after he got through the dictatorship in 21 days went back again to the plow. What encouragement is that to ordinary farmers? The vast majority of them, none of them, will be patricians. Perhaps none of them will be senators. If any of them have dictatorships, it will be over 40 or 50 or 100 acres of the old homestead. What those men want is grace to keep their patience while plowing with balky oxen and to keep cheerful amid the drought that destroys the corn crop and that enables them to restore the garden the day after the neighbor's cattle have broken in and trampled out the strawberry bed and gone through the lima bean patch and eaten up the sweet corn in such large quantities that they must be kept from the water lest they swell up and die; grace in catching weather that troubles them without impreciation to spead out the hay the third time, although again and again and again it has been almost ready for the mow; a grace to doctor the cow with a hollow horn, and the sheep with the footrot, and the horse with the distemper, and to compel the unwilling acres to yield a livelihood for the family, and schooling for the children, and little extras to help the older boy in business, and something for the daughter's wedding outfit, and a little surplus for the time when the ankles will get stiff with age and the breath will be a little short, and the swinging of the cradle through the hot harvest field will bring on the old man's vertigo. Better close up about Cincinnatus. I know 500 farmers just as noble as he was.

What they want is to know that they have the friendship of that Christ who often drew his similes from the farmer's life, as when he said, "A sower went forth to sow," as when he built his best parable out of the scene of a farmer's boy coming back from his wanderings, and the old farmhouse shook that night with rural jubilee, and who compared himself to a lamb in the pasture field, and who said the eternal God is a farmer, declaring, "My Father is the husbandman."

Those stonemasons do not want to hear about Christopher Wren, the architect, who built St. Paul's cathedral. It would be better to tell them how to carry the hod of brick up the ladder without slipping, and how on a cold morning with the trowel to smooth off the mortar and keep cheerful, and how to be thankful to God for the plain food taken from the pail by the roadside. Carpenters standing amid the adz, and the bit, and the plane, and the broadax need to be told that Christ was a carpenter, with his own hand wielding saw and hammer. Oh, this is a tired world, and it is an overworked world, and it is an underfed world, and it is a wrung out world, and men and women need to know that there is rest and recuperation in God and in that religion

which was not so much intended for extraordinary people as for ordinary people, because there are more of them.

Healers of the Sick.

The healing profession has had its

Abercrombies and its Abernethys and its

Valentine Motts and its Willad Parkers, but the ordinary physicians do the

most of the world's medicining, and they need to understand that while tak-

ing diagnosis or prognosis or writing prescription or compounding medica-

ment or holding the delicate pulse of a

dying child they may have the presence and the dictation of the almighty doc-

tor who took the case of the madman, and after he had torn off his garments

in foaming dementia clothed him again, body and mind, and who lifted up the woman who for 18 years had been bent almost double with the rheumatism into graceful stature, and who turned the scabs of leprosy into rubicund complexion, and who rubbed the numbness out of paralysis, and who swung wide open the closed windows of hereditary or ac-

cidental blindness until the morning light came streaming through the fleshly casements, and who knows all the dis-

eases and all the remedies and all the herbs and all the catholicons, and is monarch of pharmacy and therapeutics, and who has sent out 10,000 doctors of whom the world makes no record, but to prove that they are angels of mercy I invoke the thousands of men whose ailments have been assuaged and the thousands of women to whom in crises of pain they have been next to God in benefaction. Come, now, let us have a religion for ordinary people in professions, in occupations, in agriculture, in the household, in merchandise, in everything. I salute across the centuries Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermas, Patroas, Hermes, Philologus and Julia. First of all, if you feel that you are ordinary, thank God that you are not extraordinary. I am tired and sick and bored almost to death with extraordinary people. They take all their time to tell us how very extraordinary they really are. You know as well as I do, my brother and sister, that most of the useful work of the world is done by unpretentious people who toil right on, by people who do not get much approval, and no one seems to say, "That is well done." Phenomena are of but little use. Things that are exceptional cannot be depended on. Better trust the smallest planet that swings on its orbit than ten comets shooting this way and that, imperiling the longevity of worlds attending to their own business. For steady illumination better is a lamp than a rocket. Then, if you feel that you are ordinary, remember that your position invites the less attack. Conspicuous people--how they have to take it! How they are misrepresented and abused and shot at! The higher the horns of a roebuck the easier to track him down. What a delicious thing it must be to a candidate for president of the United States! It must be so soothin gto the nerves! It must pour into the soul of a candidate such a sense of serenity when he reads the blessed newspapers!

The Abused. I came into the possession of the abusive cartoons in the time of Napoleon I, printed while he was yet alive. The retreat of the army from Moscow, that army buried in the snows of Russia, one of the most awful tragedies of the centuries, represented under the figure of a monster called General Frost shaving the French emperor with a razor of icicle. As Satyr and Beelzebub he is represented, page after page, page after page, England cursing him, Spain cursing him, Germany cursing him, Russia cursing him, Europe cursing him, North and South America cursing him, the most remarkable man of his day and the most abused. All those men in history who now have a halo around their name on earth wore a crown of thorns. Take the few extraordinary railroad men of our time and see what abuse comes upon them while thousands of stockholders escape. All the world took after Thomas Scott, president of the Pennsylvania railroad, abused him until he got under the ground. Thousands of stockholders in that company. All the blame on one man. The Central Pacific railroad. Two or three men get all the blame if anything goes wrong. There are 10,000 in that company. I mention these things to prove it is extraordinary people who get abused while the ordinary escape. The weather of life is not so severe on the plain as it is on the high peaks. The world never forgives a man who knows or gains or does more than it can know or gain or do. Parents sometimes give confectionery to the children as an inducement to take bitter medicine, and the world's sugar plum preceds the world's aquafortis. The mob cried in regard to Christ, "Crucify him, crucify him!" and they had to say it twice to be understood, for they were so hoarse, and they got their hoarseness by crying a little while before at the top of their voice, "Hosanna!" The river Rhone is foul when it enters Lake Leman, but crystalline when it comes out on the other side. But there are men who have entered the bright lake of worldly prosperity crystalline and came out terribly riled. If, therefore, you feel that you are ordinary, thank God for the defenses and the tranquillity of your position.

A Contented Spirit. Then remember, if you have only what is called an ordinary home, that the great deliverers of the world have all come from such a home. And there may be seated reading at your evening stand a child who shall be potent for the ages. Just unroll a scroll of men mighty in church and state, and you will find they nearly all came from log cabin or poor homes. Genius almost always runs out in the third or fourth generation. You cannot find in all history an instance where the fourth generation of extraordinary people amount to anything. Columbus from a weaver's hut, Demosthenes from a cutler's cellar, Bloomfied and Missionary Carey from a shoemaker's bench, Arkwright from a barber's shop, and he whose name is high over all in earth and air and sky from a manger. Let us all be content with such things as we hae. God is just as good in what he keeps away from us as in what he gives us. Even a knot may be useful if it is at the end of a thread. At an anniversary of a deaf and dumb asylum one of the children wrote upon the blackboard words as sublime as the "Iliad," the "Odyssey" and the Divina Commedia" all compressed in one paragraph. The examiner, in signs of the mute language, asked her, "Who made the world?" The deaf and dumb girl wrote upon the blackboard, "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." The examiner asked her, "For what purpose did Christ come into the world?" The deaf and dumb girl wrote upon the blackboard, "This is a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners." The examiner said to her, "Why were you born deaf and dumb while I hear and speak?" She wrote upon the blackboard, "Even so, Father, for so it seemeth good in thy sight." Oh, that we might be baptized with a contented girl! The spider draws poison out of a flower; the bee gets honey out of a thistle, but happiness is a heavenly elixir, and the contented spirit extracts it not from the rhododendron of the hills, but from the lily of the valley.

THE BROWN OR GERMAN TROUT. It Has Thriven Since Its Introduction In American Streams. The first specimens of the Von Behr, or brown, trout were planted about ten years ago in New York state streams after prolonged opposition and with considerable misgivings on the part of the most enthusiastic friends of the fish. From their native land in continental Europe came reports of the cannibalistic inclinations of these trout; how they killed and ate other species and their own young; how fish eggs were their favorite diet; how sluggish they were at maturity, and how unwilling to rise at a fly. In spite of discouraging reports the late Professor Baird secured a shipment of 25,000 eggs from Germany. About 10,000 of these fell to the share of New York state and were planted in streams at Caledonia. The same year some of the fry were liberated in the Pere Marquette river, in the far north-

ern part of Michigan.

From the first the introduction of these trout was a marked success. The specimens caught within two years after planting proved at least three of the qualities claimed for the Von Behr--that it grew with marvelous rapidity, throve on the food in American waters and was a quick rising, savage fighting fish. In general shape the German trout

resembles S. fontinalis very closely, but

is not so deep from back to belly, and its tail is not so square, being well rounded at the corners. With its greenish brown, bronzed back, boldly dotted with black, it is a handsome if not a brilliantly colored fish. One at least of

its bad qualities seems to have been proved--that it will in a short time exterminate the native brook trout from any stream in which both are found. One

reason for this is that the Von Behr

grows to a far greater size and weight than the S. fontinalis, full grown specimens sometimes reaching a weight of

30 pounds.

Twelve pounds is the weight of the

biggest yet caught in this country. Clear, fast flowing, cool streams are the natural haunts of this trout and preferably such as have their outlet in a deep water lake. It is a swift swimmer, powerful and very bold in pursuit of prey. In its high leaps over rifts or log

obstructions it resembles the salmon,

though far less venturesome than the latter. During the early hours of morn-

ing and the twilight time all its feeding

is done, and at noon it lies, seemingly dormant, hidden under overhanging banks and rocks. Like the native trout, it feeds on insects and their larvae, worms, small fish and tiny crustaceans.

From April to October the fishing sea-

son extends, and May, June and September are the best months. The fish rise freely to fly, small spoons, worms and minnows and are not fickle. Unless the river be too high or low or too muddy or a violent storm is on you may always depend on a fair creel of brown

trout. They love the shadows of overhanging trees and seem never to be at home in an open, treeless meadow creek. They bite eagerly and must be hooked on the instant. A moment's delay and it is an empty strike, but the fish will try for the bait again and again where S. fontinalis would bid you a scornful farewell.

For stocking preserves these trout are growing more and more in favor each year. In spring fed ponds and streams--running water is best--having a temperature not higher than 60 degrees F. they are sure to thrive. They must not be put in with the native brook trout, but they seem to get along on good terms with the big rainbow trout. To show how popular the Von Behr trout have have [sic] become in the few years since their arrival, one has only to scan the list of states in which they are now found. New York, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Missouri, Michigan, Maryland, Virginia, Nebraska, Wisconsin and Colorado have streams stocked with them and several other states are experimenting with them. As a food fish the Von Behr has no superior. Its flesh is firm and very digestible and nourishing, and its flavor, when insect fed, even more delicate than that of salmon. Its meat is a deeper red than salmon, and being firmer keeps longer after killing. --New York Sun.

Napoleon and America. Whatever chagrin the Americans may have felt at the termination of their negotiations was compensated for largely by the magnificent way in which the signing of the treaty (of 1801) was celebrated. At Mortefontaine, Joseph Bonaparte's home, a fete was given to the commissioners, at which the first consul himself was present. The dinner consisted of 180 covers laid on three tables in three halls communicating with each other. The first was called the Hall of Union; the second and third bore the names of Washington and Franklin. All three were decorated with appropriate symbols and legends. After dinner the first toast, proposed by Bonaparte, was, "To the manes of the French and Americans who died on the field of battle for the independence of the new world." Cambaceres, second consul, proposed the next toast, "To the successor of Washington." The next was by Third Consul Lebrun, "To the union of America with the powers of the north to enforce respect for the lib-

erty of the seas."

After the dinner the party walked in the park, where the prefect of Mortefontaine presented Bonaparte with a quantity of Roman coin found in the neighborhood. Bonaparte completed his efforts at propitiation by giving them to

Mr. Davie, saying: "These Roman med-

als, sir, have just been found in France.

Accept and carry them with you to America, so that the monuments of the Roman republic may become pledges of amity and union between the republics of France and the United States."--Mc-Clare's Magazine.

Toasts. In olden days our ancestors approved of using toasted bread with their drinks, and toast still floats in the loving cup, and also the cups called copus bishop and cardinal at the universities. Hence the lady named or the sentiment proposed was the toast or savor of the wine which gave the draft piquancy.

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ATTRACTIONS OF THE LAW. Sacrifices That Young Men Make In the Hope of Fame and Fortune.

Considerably over 200 young men are graduated annually from the law schools of this city. The graduates include not only the usual number of well schooled young men with friends to help them and perhaps means at command, but as well a considerable percentage of men who come to their law studies without the advantage of a good grounding in English, Latin and the sciences, without money or influential friends and with wives and children dependent upon them for support. Some of these latter finish their law studies at an age when most lawyers have been from three to ten years in practice.

Persons acquainted with the difficulties that beset the young lawyer in New York wonder what the new graduates in

law of this sort are to do. They are earning in various occupations from $750 to $1,500 a year. Few of them can hope to earn immediately at the law above $600 a year, and almost none can hope within four or five years to earn by

his practice as much as the most successful now earn by their present occupations. Most of such graduates in law hope to find law clerkships at $500 to $600 a year, but for these they must compete with the cleverest and best educated men from the most famous law schools in the country. Those who take the alternative of setting up offices for themselves must sacrifice ordinarily all of their present income for an uncertainty that may not yield $300 in the first year and may yield less than $1,000 in the third or fourth or fifth year. Some

never get beyond law clerkships, some never find themselves able to give up the trade that earns their bread in order to begin that by which they hoped to earn both bread and fame. Enough succeed to insure full classes in the law schools year after year.

As a matter of fact the law continues to attract men here and elsewhere, in spite of statistics that prove the average earnings of lawyers to be below those of skilled mechanics. Men with families to support work all day and pay from

16 to 25 per cent of their incomes annually for the opportunity of studying

law at night. Other men work all night for the opportunity of studying law by day. Naval officers stationed here some-

times squeeze in law lectures along with their duties to the government. Stenographers, office boys, newsboys, and all sorts of hard working people share the

belief that a chance to practice law is

worth almost any sacrifice of time and

energy. Country folk still say of any bright lad, "He ought to be a lawyer," and the same belief in the law as a profession seems to be held by a great many New Yorkers of all sorts. It is still held

to be the profession that leads to digni-

ties and honors, to political success, and even to wealth.--New York Sun.

HOW MANY WIVES ARE THUS!

The Many Virtues She Should Have to Best Please Her Husband.

The good wife is always good. Nothing puts her out. She may have neuralgia, a tipsy cook and twins who always cry at the same time, but she never looks cross or speaks hastily, and she always sees that dinner is ready at the proper moment. The children may have mumps, chicken pox and measles, and the plumbers may have stopped the Croton water because they are fixing the mani pipe; the baker, butcher and milkman may present their little bills with exasperating frequency and with reproachful remarks appended, and the iceman may have "struck," but when husband comes she always smiles beau-

tifully and has something nice and cool all ready in the refrigerator.

She never mentions disagreeable bills to the partner of her soul and never asks for money, but she is always nicely dressed in cool, fitted muslins, or good

rich cashmere, or something like that.

No dowdy calico wrappers on her. She makes everything herself--out of nothing--elegantly.

She is charming. All the men envy him, but she never flirts. She is always so glad to have his ma live with them,

and to take her advice in everything. But, most of all, when he comes home at 4 o'clock in the morning, walking very feebly with exceedingly weak knees, she never castsa a doubt upon his statement that "they've been taking stock down at our place," whatever may be the season of the year, and she always pities him for having to work so hard.--Philadelphia Times.

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The Scholars of France. As a sample of the payment of distinguished scholars in this country it may be mentioned that M. Gaston Boissier, who was lately elected life secretary of the Academy, only received $600 annually as a rector of the College de France.

In his new position he is entitled to $1,200, or double the sum paid him as head

of the great educational establishment over which Ernest Renan ruled. The immortals, according to the foundation

rules, are supposed to be paid $300 yearly, in addition to their fees for attending meetings. As a matter of fact, however, they only receive $200 annually.

The remainder of the sum forms a sinking fund, out of which eight aged academicians get allowances, if their private annual income falls short of $1,200.

Reversible Names. D. O. Marshall, writing from Gloucester, Mass., to the New York Sun, says:

My attention was called to a recent clipping from The Sun in which the peculiarity of the name of the Rev. Philip S. Moxom, D. D., was noted. In the town of Rockport, Mass., there lived a few years ago at the same time a grandfather, son and grandson, and the name was the

same in each case--Moxom Morse. You will notice that it reads the same from left to right and backward, and that the

first is the family name transposed. It

is certainly unique in its construction and can be arranged in two crosses,

which is one better than Moxom. The fa-

ther and son bearing the name are still living.

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