JUST THE DIFFERENCE. SOME men move through life as a band of music moves down street, flinging out pleasure on every side through the air to every one, far and near, that can listen. Some men fill the air with their presence and sweetness, as orchards in October days fill the air with perfume of ripe fruit. Some women cling to their own houses, like the honeysuckle over the door, yet, like it, sweeten all the region with the subtle fragrance of their goodness. There are trees of righteousness which are ever dropping precious fruit around them. There are lives that shine like starbeams, or charm the heart like songs sung upon a holy day.

How great a bounty and a blessing it is to hold the royal gifts of the soul so that they shall be music to some and fragrance to others, and life to all! It would be no unworthy thing to live for, to make the power which we have within us the breath of other men's joy; to scatter sunshine where only clouds and shadows reign; to fill the atmosphere where earth's weary toilers must stand with a

brightness which they cannot create for themselves, and which they long for, enjoy and appreciate.

TWO PEACEFUL HEROES.

ROBERT BARCLAY and Leonard Fell, the celebrated Quakers, were attacked by highwaymen at different times. Both faithfully adhered to their non-resistance principles, and both signally triumphed. The pistol was leveled at Barclay, and a determined demand made for his purse. Calm and self-possessed, he looked the robber in the face, and, with a firm but meek benignity, assured him he was his and every man's friend, that he was willing and ready to relieve his wants, that he was free from the fear of death through a divine hope in immortality, and therefore was not to be intimidated by a deadly weapon; and then appealed to him, whether he could have the heart to shed the blood of one who had no other feeling or purpose but to do him good. The robber was confounded; his eye melted, his brawny arm trembled, his pistol fell to his

side, and he fled from the presence of the non-resistant hero whom he could no longer confront.

HARD WORK.

Ir is generally considered that a working man labors hard to keep his wife in comfort and tolerable ease. She is not supposed to work as constantly as he does. But we differ from this opinion. A man's work lasts a certain number of hours, after which he has his well-earned leisure, his evening to himself, his hours of recreation or of lounging; but his wife has no such privileged amount of exemption from toil. Her work is "never done." She has the evening meal, whatever it may be, to get and clear away, and the children to put to bed, and the mending to do, in the hours when he is altogether free, and considers himself, with justice, to have a right to his freedom. Against this we have not a word to say; it is a law of nature; but we object that, while this is the case, the poor woman who works so hard is considered as a passive object of her husband's bounty, indebted to him for her living, and with no standing-ground or position of her

own. In reality, she earns her own livelihood, and works hard for it, receiving scant pay. Which of the two does the reader suppose has the most to do-the merchant's clerk, for instance, who earns his whole salary by six or eight hours in his office, or his wife, who has to pinch and scrape, and shape and sew, and sit up late at night, and rise early in the morning, in order to keep a neat and cheerful house, and turn out the children in such a guise as to do no discredit to their father's black coat? If we had to choose between the two, we should choose the husband's share, and not the wife's. The man is more exposed to outside risks and discomforts; but the moment he enters his home he is privileged to rest and be waited upon by the wife who is full as tired as he, but who never dreams of leisure until the late hour for retiring arrives to give her the rest so much needed.

"THERE are people who live behind the hill," is an old German proverb, which means that there are other folks who live as well as yourself, although you may not see them.

KEEN GALVESTON BOY.-Kind words never die. An elderly stranger bought a copy of the Galveston News from a newsboy and handed him a quarter, but upon the boy's hunting for change the old gentleman said: "Never mind the change, sonny, just keep it for yourself." This was probably the first kind word that had ever been spoken to the homeless, friendless orphan boy since his mother died, and it completely overcame him. Brushing hastily away a tear, he seized his benefactor's hand, and exclaimed in a husky voice: "Bully for you, Old Stick-in-the-Mud! I wonder how much reward there is offered for you by the savings bank you used to be president of."

THE SNORING TRAVELER.—A Vermont man in a sleepingcar was accosted by his neighbor opposite, who was also. putting on his shoes, with the inquiry: "My friend, are you a rich man ?" The Vermonter looked astonished, but answered the pleasant-faced, tired-looking gentleman with a "Yes, I'm tolerably rich." A pause occurred, and then came another question: "How rich are you?" He answered: "About $700,000 or $800,000. Why?" "Well," said the old man, "if I were as rich as you say you are, and snored as loud as I know you do, I would hire a whole sleeper every time I traveled."

AFTER DINNER.—An American, after dinner at a London restaurant, paid his bill and was about leaving, when the waiter suggested that the amount did not include the waiter. "Ah," said the man, "but I didn't eat the waiter."

THE TOMBSTONE BLUNDERERS.-The following may be seen on a tombstone in a town near Dublin :

"Here lies the body of John Mound-
Lost at sea and never found."

This one is equivocal: "Maria Brown, wife of Timothy Brown, aged eighty years. She lived with her husband fifty years, and died in the confident hope of a better life."

ALL FOR NOTHING.—"Mamma," said little Nell, "ought teacher to flog me for what I have not done?" "No, my dear; why do you ask?" "'Cause she flogged me today when I didn't do my sum."

TOO PERSONAL.-Lecture upon the rhinoceros. Professor: "I must beg you to give me your undivided attention. It is absolutely impossible that you can form a true idea of this hideous animal, unless you keep your eyes fixed on me."

POEM BY A SCHOOLMASTER.—

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
And the little ones gather around me
To bid me good-night and be kissed,

How I wish the same lovable spirit

The whole of the school would imbue, And the big girls would gather around me, • And do as the little ones do.

SYSTEMATIC EDUCATION.-Teacher of Public School (to class in sewing): "You may have for your next exercise the principles of the back-stitch and the proper mode of turning the hem." Pupil: "Please may I be excused? I've pricked my finger with the needle." Teacher (with firmness): "Suck the blood from it, and attend directly to your exercise."-New Haven Register.

STAINED GLASS.-Dear Mrs. Oldbody: Mrs. Spaggins was boasting of her new house. The windows, she said, were all stained. "That's too bad, but won't turpentine or benzine wash it off ?" asked the good Mrs. Oldbody.

A QUESTION OF COMPANY.-A mother having occasion to whip her little daughter for playing with some rude children, received in reply, "Well, ma, some folks don't like bad company, but I always did."

THE BRIGHT SIDE.-"There, Henrietta, don't be for ever gazing into the mirror. It looks very bad." "I was thinking, mamma, that it looked very good; and, besides, father says I should look on the bright side, including, I suppose, the bright side of a mirror."-Boston Transcript.

PASSING THE TIME.-Esthetic Young Lady: "By the way, Mr. Gosoftly, have you read Bascom's Science of Mind "?" "N-n-naw. I'm not reading much nowadays. I pass my time in original thought." Esthetic Young Lady (with sympathy): "How very dreary, to be sure."New Haven Palladium.

NOT A SELF-MADE MAN.-"Yes," said Pendleton, swellingly, "what I am I can truly say that my wife made "Not very complimentary to Mrs. Pendleton," remarked Blunt, in a stage whisper.

me."

TRYING TO MAKE IT PLAIN.-Professor (to student who writes, not for the masses, but for the educated few): "You should write so that the most ignorant of your aud ience can understand all you say." Student (puzzled): "What part of my production is not clear to you, sir?"

THE MYSTERIOUS GERMAN.-City Belle (meeting country aunt): "Oh, I'm so glad to see you! Come and see us next week-do, for I am going to have a german on Thursday." Aunt (with severity): "Not I, child; I don't want to see any one of the family that's going to make a fool of herself by marrying a foreigner.”

BLACK EYES.-Enthusiastic Young Lady: "What a sweetly pretty boy of yours, Mrs. Finnigan! What beautiful black eyes he has! I'm sure he will be both excitable and impulsive-black-eyed people always are, you know." Mrs. Finnigan: "Sure, Miss, an' perhaps you're right. His father's excitable and impulsive enough, to be sure! So, loikely, it's why he's niver widout a black eye, sorry a bit !"

THE FASHIONABLE TINTS.-"Queen's hair," "stifled sighs," "indiscreet murmurs," "vain desires," "heavy eyes," and "needless regrets" are the singular names of some of the new colors in Paris this Spring. By another year we expect milliners and dressmakers to add to their absurd terminology such other titles as "emperor's whis ""subdued yawns," "ill-advised complaints," "unker," satisfied cravings," "frost-bitten noses" and "unavailing crying over spilt milk." These latter are certainly as sensible and chromatically suggestive as the others.

THE REGULAR EDITIONS.-"Your visits remind me of the growth of a successful newspaper," said Uncle Jabez, leaning his chin on his cane and glancing at William Henry, who was sweet on Angelica. "Why so ?" inquired William Henry. "Well, they commenced on a weekly, grew to be a tri-weekly, and have now become daily, with a Sunday supplement."

NEW VIEWS OF MUSIC.-Bridget (who has discovered the carpet-sweeper): "Luk at the music-box, now, wid the long handle! I wander how they plays on the instrumint ?"

PHARMACEUTICAL.-Druggist: "Doctor, you must prescribe more calomel and less mandrake. I'm all out of the latter, and have an immense stock of calomel on hand, and must work it off this month or make a heavy loss." Physician: "Tell you the truth, I begin to think that calomel is much superior to mandrake." Both wink, both smile, and both walk briskly off, like men who have done a good deed. In unity there is strength.

HOW THE FRENCH READ OUR NEWS.-The Congress of the States United has been possession of taken by Monsieur Mahony, a general officer of belonging to Readjuster in the State Virginia in the Old Dominion. He the members had locked up dead (mort), and will permit the General Conquerlin not to them remove. The President has for Monsieur Ruddlebeggar dispatched, to Monsieur Mahony force away. Monsieur Mahony speaks he will to the termination acrid out contain. Admiral Benhill is to the Capital but the march of one day, with the Confederate entire army.-French Paper.

ALL ALONE.-Jones: "I see Smith has taken to riding a bicycle. What on earth is he doing that for?" Robinson: "Oh, a very simple reason-to prevent Mrs. Smith from going with him."

GOING ALTOGETHER.-A clumsy horseman, ridiculed for starting off on horseback with only one spur, replied very justly: "If I get one side of the horse moving, I'll trust the other side."

THE PRACTICAL BOY.-Tommy wanted to prove things that he read. "Mother," said he, "do you think our big dog Lion would save a little girl's life if she fell into the water ?" "I dare say he would, dear," responded the mother; whereupon Tommy cried, enthusiastically, "Oh, then, mamma, do frow Totsy in !"

HAD IT BADLY.-A Yankee physician was lecturing lately on the ignorance of people of their own complaints, and said that a young lady once asked him what his next lecture would be upon, and being told the "Circulation of the Blood," replied that she should certainly attend, for she had been troubled with that complaint for a long time. THE DIRTY STREETS OF NEW YORK.-A facetious editor suggests that Captain Williams has left the mud on the streets for the people's good, and that he intended to plant orange groves and apple-trees and grape-vines, so that the people in Summer could go out to their doors and pluck off the fruit; but the people don't know a philanthropist when they see him.

WHAT THEY REALLY SPEAK.—Said Miss Gush to Syntax, the college tutor: "So you teach at Harvard! That must be so delightful, I'm sure! But then I should be frightened to death to meet any of the students, with half-adozen foreign languages at their tongues' end. I suppose they never speak English at all ?" Very seldom speak it," said Syntax, in a dreamy way. "There! I knew they didn't," continued Miss Gush. "What language do they speak most, Mr. Syntax; Greek or Latin, or- 'Slang," replied the tutor, with laconic simplicity.

THE SOLICITOUS LITTLE LADY.-Dear Little Wife: "Well, Charley is on board by this time, but-oh, dear! look, mamma, if he hasn't left his life-preserver behind." Mamma: "By the way, do you know, dearest, did he pay his insurance yesterday?"

SOCIAL POLITENESS.-Grace: "I'm going to see Clara to-day. Have you any message ?" Charlotte: "I wonder how you can visit that dreadful girl. Give her my love."

THE SAFE CHILD.-A Trenton lady, having an errand out, left her baby, just able to creep around the floor, in charge of her three-year-old son. She was only gone about fifteen minutes, and when she got back she found the infant tacked to the floor and the three-year-old missing. During her absence he had got two tacks and a hammer, and tacked the baby's dress to the floor, after which he went out to play. The mother returned and found the baby all safe.

THE REMAINDER REMAINING.-A gentleman met a rather uncertain acquaintance, when the latter said: "I'm a little short, and would like to ask you a conundrum in mental arithmetic." "Proceed," observed the gentleman. "Well," said the "short" man, "suppose you had ten dollars in your pocket, and I should ask you for five, how much would remain ?" "Ten dollars," was the prompt answer.

THE DEADLOCK IN LOANS.-"Look here," said Gus de Smith to a newspaper reporter, "you tell me a couple of good jokes. I want to get 'em off as original, you know, at a little social gathering to-night. I'll lend you five dollars if you do." "Can't possibly do it. If you get off the jokes, everybody will know that you stole them; and if it leaks out that I've got five dollars, people will think the same of me." And hence the deadlock still continues..

GONE!

Sighed Mr. Jones: "My deah Miss May,

I dreamed an auctioneer one day

Cried 'Going, going, gone!'

I thought I was the slave he sold,

And you-you bought me with thy gold,

To kneel before thy throne."

"You're easy sold," smiled sweet Miss May, "For when I heard the fellow say

You're 'going, going, gone,'

I thought, Alas! he little knows
He's selling one who never goes,
And "-Mr. Jones had flown.

COULDN'T SEE IT.-The other night, when Biggles went home, he found his wife particularly retrospective. She talked of the past with a tear, and looked to the future with a sigh. "Oh! by the way," said Biggles, as he sat on the side of the bed, pulling off his boots, "I saw a gentleman down-town to-day who would give $1,000 to see you." "Who was he? Does he live in Little Rock ?" "I don't "I'll warrant that it was Oliver Gregg." know his name." "No." "Then he must be George Weatherton." "Guess again. I might know his name if I were to hear it." Oh! I do wish I knew !" said the lady, exhibiting ex"Was it Oscar Peoples ?" "Guess again. I citement. remember his name now." "Harvey Glenkins ?” "No; his name was Lucus Wentwing." "I don't know a man Why would he give $1,000 to see me?" by that name. "Because he's blind."

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KIND TO THE GIRLS.-Blobbs: "Why do you put your portrait in your window ?" Snobbs: "Well, opposite is a young ladies' institution, and as I am obliged to be away from my window all day attending to business, I leave the poor things my picture to comfort them."

THE FAN IN SEASON.-The gentle swaying to and fro of the fan by the women of the world, if harnessed into one grand hurricane, would set every windmill in creation running at such a lively rate that all the corn and wheat could be ground into flour by them.