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JUDGE. him the besetting scorn that swelled his head and breast. He is not as happy as he was, but |he has learned to appreciate the dignity of a \free and unfettered press ; and the court has | frequently observed that the more one learns | | the more he mistrusts his own importance and respects that of his fellow-men. Arthur Orton says his sense of rectitude didn’t sustain him to the slightest extent while in prison, Probably it wouldn't have done so if it had been the genuine article instead of a counterfeit. The truth is, in spite of the de- claration to the opposite effect, punishment for the sinfulness of which one is not guilty is harder to hear than punishment that is de- served, Your criminal takes his shame coolly. Your innocent man dies of it. 10, Nir > Mr. Daniel Lamont is now master of arts, Judge Ss Charge. and hardly knows whether to tie the decora- aes tion a bow-knot or wear it on the lapel of What is the chief end of the chief executive? His coat; so that, after all, he is as much an Itis to serve God, obey the commandments|*pPrenticeas was the grand worthy jingaree and velo pansion bil of the knights of Lollipop, who tripped over A {his unexpected honor, having chosen to lo- Mr. Cleveland being an able-bodied man, the | cate it like a spur on the heel of his boot, and court would like to suggest that he is as able to| nearly broke his grand worthy neck in the carry around a college degree as anybody. subsequent evolutions. Still, it is sweet to be The court was about to make some remarks Temembered, and one had better suifer from with regard to the Buffalo friends of Grover too much decoration than perish of an entire Cleveland, but it transpires that there aren't! #bsence of it. any. There were two Démocrats who belonged | in that category, but one is merely Bissell and the other is dead. It is curious how the rav- ages of age tear out the friendships of preco- cious youth. A pathetic story tells of a man who, grown old with sin and incidentally with years, tot- jtered on the verge of his grave and turned back for a last look previous to crawling in. Years before he had left his wife and daughter, “Let us,” remarks Mr. Jacob Sharp, ‘let us! and they had not searched for him, having had live in the fruitful present. The future will no yearning for his affections. As he turned take care of itself, whether we worry about it he saw the lost wife, apparently in the bloom or not; and, after all, the mills of the gods! of the youth that had enraptured him so long grind so inferually slow that they are likely to before. st Mary ?” he said in a low, hoarse get their grists here only after we have departed. | voice, opening How true it isthat a contented mind is better| must be pah !” said the young lady, than apprehension.” the mystery with the quick wit of her sex, “and he looks bad. Do not linger, dear pah. There are men at the head of the rulroads of (01 in and I'll see that the mound is rounded New York and Brooklyn as contemptibly small | jut pretty for you, and drop a few tears around as if they had the management of nothing of |jore and there.” Whether the venerable par. more moment than a stone-boat. These men ‘ties who saw Pauline Markham on the stage a rosebud and awake to glory without the pangs of transition that all the rest of the world must undergo. AN UNPUBLISHED WAR ARTICLE IN 3 CHAPTERS, “War!!!” THE ORIENTAL METHOD. There is a story in the Talmud that once up- onatime Rabbi Eddmund’s Bill went for Polyg Propose to work their employes to death by ayain the other night had emotions similar to way of punishment for the late strikes, and those belonging to the posthumous manhood flatter themselves. that they are doing ‘Some: | ai}yded to, only they can tell; but they must thing as shrewd asit is malicious. It is the e thought bitterly of the years that had cut through their lives like a destructive blizzard. judgment of the court that they be set at the| business of catching fleas. They are good for’ niy to deal gently with the fair being whose | voice and ans had inspired them to the only nothing better. The Montana man who went out to shoot a|doggerel they ever wrote. Perpetual youth is Montana editor may possibly recover, but he|for the most part a matter of reproduction. will never wear again the proud look of supe-| Men die that they may live, in face and riority that puffed his nostrils or carry with| thought, through their successors. But the stage beauty we have always with us in her gentle self. Time brings sun and shower | | to enhance the shin ing of her face and round more perfectly the grace of her spring- ing legs. There shall be no gray hairs here, no wrinkles, never any lack of suppleness, never a quaver of the voice, not theshrunken lipor thesunken cheek, | not the outline bespeak. | ing sawdust or the va- cancy telling of fickle memory and forgotten “Please inform me what are the most fashionable bathing materials?” pad. She shall sleep in |amous Solomon in all his harem ; — when lo, in three cracks of a cow's thumb the rash | youth came forth, harem-scaremed, and wan- |dered up and down the golden streets of the old Jerusalem with no more vegetation on his skull than on the granite peaks of his na tive mountains; till the angel whom moi call the Hair Restorer took some pity on him, and dropped several bottles of tears on the desert scalp. THE WAY OF THE POET. Mrs. MERRITT (gossipingly)—"I see Jo quin Miller has separated from his wife and is ivingin Mexico. Isuppose his family troubfis e disheartened the poor man and he has gone to die in the wilderness.” Mrs. Puawass (confidently) —“ Nota bit of it, my dear. He'll turn up again very soon with a new wife and a fresh volume of poems. WHAT HE WOULD Do. SURGICAL INSTRUCTOR—‘ There's nothing hke self-reliance, young gentlemen. Now, Mr, Til» bits, suppose you were the only surgeon in a vil- lage, and a prominent citizen should accidentally slip and fall, breaking his ankle. What course would you pursue 7” StupENt—“ Well, sir, I should hunt up that man beforehand, and tell him not to fall.” comicbooks.com