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RUTH. ny BVANS. Lion of my life, thou charming Lsractite. Thou art my Ruth—and I, a sheaf of corn; Thine eyes the scythe ‘neath which I helpless fell One fair agtumnal morn. 0 Jovelinst gleaner in the teeming field! Ab, siniling vietress, pity, pity m Bind me with all thy arts, with all thy charma— Bind me—to thee, to thee! And when each to the other's bound forever— Liston, aweet Rath, my words are fraught with mean- ing— ‘You'll not be angry should T ask you to— Well—stop your gleaning? —Batdvein's Monthly. “ERRATICS.” Srycvcar that the time made by a rapid- x horse is always marked ona stop watch. THE Globe comes round with the rest of our exchanges, Dos’t bother about what's to come. A great deal of it will get here long before you are ready for it. JeREMIAH is not so Black ns he’s painted. used to make the same remark about the what’shisname, Who will be the last man to give David Davis a-weigh? A rather scale-y question, Tue stor erly be clas it never is. of Whittington’s cat might prop- L among purrnicious books, but BRIGHTEN up your intellect, Polish boots and manne! Life’s more brush than emery wheel— Ram is t of tanners. “Santa Cruz’? soaks human hides, Jamaica” makes them leathery, “ Old Medford " lends a helping hand, ‘And brains grow weak and tet) Inistt crows ought to make their nests in the cawsway. Portay is largely tion of the li influenced by the condi- “q were? limmering with the things that old 1881. No married man should indulge his thirst more than he is inclined to indulge his chil- ‘Too many young forgers begin by writing the signature of an employer on the tablets of their own infamy. AFTER y failed, bra man. ve tried everything else and up and try to do your duty like a B. Gratz Brown “ feels it in his bones that he will be President yet.” Confident Gratz! YOuR DINne Gq Jo ee) u Srnezt Dor (in a very loud whisper): "Fell yer what Tink ynakra im 90 ln, Cry uses Rin (0 ir he Tweed and Thompson. TEN yenrs a Demoeratie miliar in every oflice in D 0, When William M. ‘Tweed, iteaman whose name was fa- ion of the country, had an ic street, the staire id hall- rowded to suffocation e and hover- ing around the street entrance were low- browed men with dyed mus all wa their turn tobe admiited to the presence of the man who then assumed to dictate who should be governor or n and who and how many should have the privilege of rob- jury. The white stone building in Chambers. street, opposite the Courts of General Sessions building, is to«lay infested with the same kind of inen, with fewer diamonds, perhaps, but with the same longing to dive deep into the public treasary, and all waiting to see Hubert 0. Thompson, the Commissioner of Public Works, whose in- timate friends take pride in mentioning as a politician whose only equal in manipulating men was the late Mr. Tweed. Ten years ago Mr. Thompson was a young taan ina broker's office in Wall street, and received the munifi- cent salary of $8 a week. Toxlay he is yet ayoungman, controlling millions of the people's money, and sighing for more millions to con- or, | approaching it. trol. Hundreds of the that bowed before Tweed now bow before Thompson, Tak JupGe merely calls the at- tention of his jury of the people to the fact that sometimes history repeats itself ‘ane class of tricksters AN extensive field for missionary labor ean be found on the trains on some of the running out of New York. The slight de of an hour or two calls forth from the pass gers anamount of profanity, and causes them to exhibit a lack of Christian resignation which is extremely distressing to all good people. One publicspirited clergyman is at present en 1 in procuring signatures to a petition a praying car. He proposes to decorate the car with appropriateembl tient waiting no loss,” ye your souls, auc “In patience possess OLIvE Locay’s last newspaper letter from London is a surprise to her friends in this country, As she doesn’t once hint about din- ing with a prince or a duke or a duchesa, it is inferred that she has become too tony to asso- ciate with royal people. So ously Just you wait and listen. Lance eyes are a sign of langu are a banana peel and a man unco comicbooks.com”