If, when thou hear'st of thousands massacred, That these should perish for me;' if thy realm "King of France! And be the orphan's father! thus shalt thou And gratitude and love establish thus Thy reign. Believe me, King, that hireling guards, That totters underneath him." Thus the maid Redeemed her country. Ever may the All-just BEATING A CONDUCTOR. A passenger going west from Detroit by rail, the other day, had a pass to Chicago. When the conductor took it up he asked several questions to satisfy himself that the pass had not been transferred, and the holder of the pasteboard didn't take it as good-naturedly as some men would. He didn't have much to say, but he was determined on revenge. As soon as the conductor left the car the man changed seats, removed his linen duster, took off his hat, and looked like a different person altogether. After the train left the next station the conductor came along with an eye out for new passengers, and presently reached out for the holder of the pass. "I haven't got any ticket," was the surly answer. "Then you must pay your fare." "I won't do it." "See here," said the conductor, as he began to wake up," you must either pay your fare or produce a ticket. If not, I'll drop you on the road." "Drop and be hanged!" The train was not stopped, but after a run of ten minutes it reached a station, and arrangements were made for bouncing the man. When all was completed he showed his pass. 66 Why didn't you tell me you had a pass?" roared the conductor. "Why didn't you ask me?" shouted the traveler. The train went on, and the man put on his duster, traded hats with a passenger, and again looked like some one else. He changed his seat to the front end of the car, and was seemingly sound asleep when the conductor again had occasion to pass through. He took two fares, and then held up his hand to the traveler. There was no response. He shook the sleeper gently, but the latter slept on. Then he shook him good and stout, and called "ticket" in his ear. "How dare you shake me around in this manner?" shouted the man, as he awoke and stood up. "Ticket, please." "But I don't please! How dare you come to me every time the train leaves a station?" The conductor looked down the aisle, thought he saw the man with a pass in his old seat, and said to the other: 'Come, sir, don't bother me. I want your ticket." "You can't have it." "Then I'll put you off!" He reached for the bell-rope, but seeing a general grin all around the car he stopped and looked more closely and recognized him as the one with the pass. He went out without a word, and when he returned, half an hour later, he suspected another trap. He looked carefully over the car, going slowly along in search of new faces, when a man with his coat off and under the influence of liquor called out: "Shay, Captain, I hain't got any ticket!" "Ah, you can't beat me again-knew you as soon as I entered the car!" chuckled the official, and he walked on with a broad grin on his face. It was not until he saw the shirt-sleeved man get off at the next station that he knew he had been mistaken again, and had let him travel for nothing, while the man with the pass was in the smoking-car.-Detroit Free Press. A-SOAK IN "WUM BARRELS."-DELIA A. HEYWOOD. "Oh! Dottie and Rose, come over and play "Your dollies and dresses and pretty things are- "I'm 'fraid they will spoil so long there a-soak-- Had reached the saloon. "Oh! Wosie, I's 'fraid "Your things, and a-soak? What's got into the child?" 'We need zem so much, all our pitty new cloes, His hand was upraised. "Hold, ruffian! don't dare And out from a corner, strode a man to the side NOT UNDERSTOOD.-THOMAS BRACKEN. Not understood. We move along asunder, Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep Along the years; we marvel and we wonder Why life is life? And then we fall asleep, Not understood. Not understood. We gather false impressions, Not understood. Poor souls with stunted vision Not understood. The secret springs of action, We judge our neighbors, and they often go, Not understood. How trifles often change us! Not understood. How many breasts are aching Not understood. Oh, God! that men would see a little clearer; -Canadian Craftsman. THE APPROACH OF NIGHT. The sun in gorgeous and transcendent splendor has slowly and majestically sunk beyond the borders of the western horizon, but as though yet reluctant to cease from showering his beneficent smiles upon the flowering earth, he flings a backward glance upon the alluring |