TEE ATTIC. The attic holds such lo ts of things— M y e x tr a m arbles, balls and strings, A w a rm ing pan behind th e door, And beans spread o u t upon the floor. W ith e a rs of corn hung on the wall, T h a t I shall reach when I am tall. A u d i t all smells so queer and good. Like some piece o f r a re foreign wood. Then on th e nails some clothes a rc hung— A cloak I had when I was young. G randfather’s vest and tall white h a t, A thing I often Avonder a t . And further p a s t the shoes and boots Kegular clothes and all in suits. I ’ve never knoAvn why they h a n g there, W hy we d o n ’t tak e them doAvn t o wear. When i t is d a r k by half-past five. They a lm o s t seem t o look alive; And then I ’m glad t o help get t e a j^nd n o t w a it t i ll they call for me. There i n .th a t corner all alone Are things t h a t a re m y very own; A knife—th e h a f t w ithout th e bl.ade — An arrow t h a t one day I made. And s o m ething t h a t ’s m y special joy F a r more than any other toy. Of which I never can get tired, A Rom a n candle t h a t ’s been fired. There a re some things t h a t m a y am u se: 'riie cradle t h a t I used t o use;,, . The, r a tt l e I would shake a n d bite , And pound ab o u t Avitli all m y m ight; A p a ir of snow-shoes t h a t m ight break, Such as they s a y th e Indians make. And there’s a crutch, th e very sam e Some genej-al had when he Avas lam e; I ’ve n am e d it John, and take i t out And hobble Avith it all a b o u t. B u ti n beyond m y large N o a h 's Ark, P a s t th e b ig chim n e y , Avhere i t ’s dark, I p eyer like t o go alone, And Ayhat’s in there I ’ve n ever known. Once, so t h a t I should understand. My b rother to o k me by the hand And in I Avent, prepared t o see W h a tever m iglit a p p e a r t o me. B u t I could hardly see a t all,' And bumped m y head ag a in s t the Avail. The things t h a t o u g h t t o have been found K e p t them seh’es o u t of s ight and s o u n d : And back Ave came a g a in;, and so W h a t’s there, even now I do n o t know. —Frederic Palmer. him toss the rose away after a little ? Or did lie Avear the withered thing’ into the fight, and perhaps stain its petals with a deeper red ? But Kexoiy keeps her fancies, for the most part, to herself. Her mother is a dear, practical woman, who has man aged to feed and clothe herself, Tom and Kexory for a dozen years. Mrs. Adams likes house plants\ better than wild floAvers, and is ahvays afraid of Eexory’s catching cold Avhen the girl goes on, long Avalks. But she is secretly proud of her daughter, A year ago last July, Bexory was seated under the oak one afternoon with a letter in her hand, and some , amuse ment as Avelll as some perplexity in her brown eyes. It must be confessed here that Miss Adams, noAA’ in her nineteenth year, sometimes wrote verses. •One slender pile in the corner of her desk was made up of A’erses copied witfi unusual care, and signed with her name. These had all been retnreed with th; ■ T m COLCHESTER ROSE. FEW -I\™: «.coi.t(bX XVyXAlXUXiX) regret that the manuscript was n o t ____ able, and enclosed a poem, Avdiieli A\ns the only one Rexoiy had sent away W a year. S h a har.,-u.,..^ cu brance placed betAveen _ _____ _ rough bark. If the editor could have seen her .-just then, he might have looked longer at her than he did at the verses. Her hat lay on the grass, and her dark hair was tumbled a little by the wind. Her dreamy brown eyes were . just uoav directed at the rosebush, for she called her poem “ The Colchester H o ^ .” It Avas a modest production; a dozen foiu’-line verses, telling the stoiy of Mistress Simpson. Most 'of the words had come to her tliere under the oak, as she had Avatched the rose petals drifting to the gi’ound one Avindy afternoon; yet it .had passed a great deal of her- AVell, hei'c her last A’enture was re turned as the others had been, except that a careless pencil mark Avas opposite the third verse, and at the bottom Avas Avritten “ Try us again.” The unlucky third verse, she thought, had spoiled eveiythiug—the one that described the roses. Bexory had thought herself that it Avas not so pretty as the rest, perhaps, but it had painted the roses just as they Avere. She had tried to beautify the story of Mistress Simp son by making her,a young Avoman and the farmer boy a gallant knight. The boy a gallant knight. . nn might have been accepted, she re- —wCted, as she looked back and forth from the third verse to the rosebush it-, self, if it ]jad not been for those fom* lines, too simple for the great Olympian Magazine. Yet the.y still seemed good to her, while the other verses, in her j disct/iu-agement, sonoded rather weak Alass-. ? ' \ seDiisn. It might gatom find a wise pilot, and Avheremost of ns have to steer by tlie stars, when we “Tom,” she said, rapidl.y, “you’re the best brother in the world, but I don’t want to wear those roses, anyway. Jac queminots are not tlie right thing for me to wear. I haven’t any dress but an old white one, and I ’m only a little country girl among all those people. 'o )pped for breath and zzled. Tom h^tlr _ up to look ? the She st looked pu: “But I want to go and see Mrs. CareAv. And I ought to wear something my dress, and there are some pink 3s in a pasture by the hill-road, Tom, ley are not all gone. Could we go j look ? They Avould go better with muslin thau those great Jacquemi nots Avould, don’t you see ? They are more—simple, 'and—some way—appro priate. Come, let’s go up to the pas tui’e.” Tom thought his sister never looked so pretty as she did this instant, in her excitement. “Tinf I'f’o ” jjg answered. “I ’ll Avhole bush if you rpec. ------- ------------- It was dark and Tom took a item. Kexoiy, Avrapped in t^ k his ber gossamer, took liis arm, they went under an umbrella. is, and door to- i?om took a in lier rub- and away In fifteen minutes. the pasture AA-as reached. Tom .pulled dcAvn the bars and Bexory led him straight to the rose bush. The rain had Avaslied ofi' the letals from the full-blown flower.s in -ight. Kexoiy drojrped on her knees in the wet grass and lifted the dripping, straggling branches. She gave a cry of delight. Th< Avere the j)iuk Colchester rosebuds, half opened by the rain, pale, beautiful as if they were the fii-st blossoms in the first summer of the world; all the moist air was sweet Avith them. Bexory drcAv a long breath, then gathered them care fully, and back tliey Avent doAvn the lonely road. > When the brother and sister came down the elegant staircase of the Symonds house and advanced to meet their hostess, thej’^ were more frightened than they looked. “I am very glad you came, Mrs. Symonds said. “Mrs. Carew, may I present Miss Adams ?” Kexoiy had a confused sense of murmuring something to a slender Avoman in black, with bright ^^“AndMr. Adams.” Tom made a respectful bow, looking as if Avild horses could not draw a sylla- looki UVfU UJ.aW a ble from his lips. The stream of guests rosebush. It might ^ well be tired of blossoip- ■ ing by this time, for ^t is more than a huh- ^ dred years since -Par- Parson Allen came doAvn the hilly road in his chaise, folloAved by the Berkshire inilitia, on the way to the battle of Ben nington, and the bush bore then the same pale-pink roses that Avere on it last summer, A letter, still preserved, describing the march, sajs that as they reached the foot of the hill, a “sinister-looking avo man” came out of her house to w^atch, and then picked a rose from the bush by her door, and gave it to a young felloAv in the ranks., It was ail Mistress Simpson could give, except a prayer the ^ext day, as the boom of cannon came down from the northern hills. Ho one knows what be came of the farmer lad who stuck the rose in his coat, bfit let ns hope that he fought better for it, and that he came hack., . Ho one knows, either, about Mistress Simpson, except a few persons who like to search the ancient town re cords, and have learned there that she was born in .Colchester, in Connecticut. That miTst be the reason why the old man, who now owns the pasture Avh6re the rosebush is, says that it used to be called the Colchester rose. It bloomed can see them. ■V all summer, he says, and people used to think there Avas no rose like'it; but that was. long ago, and hardly any one passes over the road now. Mistress Simpson’s house has gone. In its place a great oak has grown, from ■which the red-wing blackbirds Avatch ■ theii\mates nesting in the reeds around the-pond, below. Behind the oak the pastures stretch away, blotched with clumps of fern,'aha, weeks before the brief New England^ summer closes, turn ing-yelloAV^ Avith goldenu'od, It is a lonely, beautiful spot, and Miss Kexoiy Adams likes to go there on summer afternoons. For those who know its history the low, straggling rosebush, just out of the shade of the oak, gives an added charm to the place, redeeming something of the loneliness by its touch of human interest. It tells of a woman avio I lived here once, and loved, the shi-ub she had brought from her old home, ueA'^er di’eaming that it Avould be blossoming a hundi’ed years after she was dead. ^Kexory Adams knows about Mistress Simpson, and that is why one of her fsLvorite Avalks is out to the oak. It is She put on her hat after a Avhile, and wnlked briskly up the hill-road. The view and the air and the idgorous exer cise of her healthy body put her in good spirits again, and before an hour was over, she laughed to find herself plan ning another poem. A month, later Mrs. Symonds gave a Jception,^ at her fashionable summer - otta^e in the little Aullage, in honor of &e Avell-knoAvn Avriter, Mrs. Morton Carew, and the Adams family were in vited. Kexory read her invitation over were pressing behind them and Kexoiy and he Avere swept past. The rooms were nearly filled Avith ■jeople, most of them in full dress. ; Rexoiy knew scarcely a dozen of those who Avere present; Tom still fewer. Pretty soon Kexoiy was captured by a woman who sent her chil^en to the Adams school, and Avished to draw out some coippliments about them .from the young teacher. Tom joined some towns- neonle he kneAV^ a,* best of ‘i&twSyr pian. I chanced to-.be thefeiafiS i.-he‘ read m # a rejected poem about some rosebush or. other; he thought.it was too fanciful. Only there was one we both liked, and it made me think these very roses. Do you—why! Miss Adams—^you don’t mean— you! Yes ? Look at me, child! Can you Avrite like that?” Mrs, Symonds just here interrupted “Mrs. Carew, people are beginning to. go. Miss Adams has had more than her share.” “I think not, Kachel. But she is coming to call on me to-morrow. Good night.” xAnd her bright eyes flashed at R exoiy’an instant, and she was gone. NOTES A N D CbXm ^ S lTS: . A SFEAKUB before a Farmers’ Institate All this happened more than a year ?o. The Olympian has printed several x.its of verse since then by a certain young Avoman who signs herself “Rexoiy Adams.” Persons wonder if that is her real name. There are some who think that this eountiy girl can dp AA’^liat most older writers fail to do. A. recent criti cism of her work says this, in those veiy Kexoiy is the .same lovable girl as r’er, and she has learned to be always itural and simple. The rejection of the poem of the Colcliester rose, Avith Mrs. Morton CareAv as its interpreter, defined to her the lines of literary suc cess and failuie, and she has profited by the lesson.— Bliss Perry in the Companion.. The Country’s H ealth Improving. • Somebody ought to be congratulated —I do not ImoAv Avho, and so I Avill shake hands all around—on the fact that the health of the country seems im proving. Whether Dio Liewis, Avitli his gymnastic clubs pounded to death -Mexican sickness, or Avhether the com ing here of many English ladies Avith their magnificent pedestrian habits, or whether the medicines in the apothe-’ caries’ shops through much adulteration have lost their force, or whether the muttipHeation of bath tubs has induced to cleanliness people who Avere careless of ablution, I cannot say. But sure I am that I never saw so many bright, healthy faced people as of late. Our maidens have lost the languor they once cultivated and Avalk the streets Avith stent step and swing the croquet mallet with a force that sends tlie ball through tAVo arches, cracldng the opposing ball Avith great emphasis, and Avith laAvn tennis racquet they kill the blues and indigestion. Our daughters are not ashamed to cultuie flower-beds, and while -rvlonf XI ----------- n ^ XSXUtlBP, H Mie ____ __ ^ knew it. Unfortunately the farmer didn’t always know it. Then he used this illustration: you. hear that de lightful music ?” said a traA'eler to his companion, as he heard the soft baying of a hound. “Ho,” Avas the reply; ‘.‘that pesky dog makes such a racket I can’t hear anything.’’ T he death of John Bright at the age of 78 is furnishing a text to the sermon- . izers of the press, Avho go on to declare thatAvhilfe Americans in the outset of their lives may possess their full share of physical vigor, they lack the staying powers of other races. Yet a compari son between tlie statesmen, scientists and literary men of the' Old and Hew World frill shoAV that the conspicuous men of this country are by no means -below tlie general level in tiie scale of longeA'ity. T he Hew York World pre.sents state- zn ^ u ts fl’Orn -li-Cr in some of places, especially in the South, Avoik- meh are in demand. Two or three admit that “slight .reductions” in Avages have been made in some trades, but that disturbances have occurred. This Lus, if anything, that the Avorking people have not been in a condition to resist the reductions, or Avere hopeless of secui-iug any benefit from a strilve. T he Chatlanoga (Tenn.) Tradesman says that the fii-.st quarter of 188D shows a putiiiuance of 'the remarkable indus trial development of the Southern States. T^nT*tT>#y During the quarter there liaAu been a number of strong corporations organized in the South, re.riilting in the iniflux of acorrespon cheek. But we need another p r______ tion of emancipation. The human lo comotive goes too fast. Cylinder, driv ing-boxes, rock shaft, truck and valve- gear need to “slmv-up.” Oh, that some stoning hand would unloose the bur dens from our overtasked American life, that thme might be feAverbenf should^mand ' pale, quenr<died eyes; ihe Kw, and. M M il^h and theology less frequently stopped jn theix' gloiious progress, because of. the hot a x le!— JRev. Dr. Talma irgot all about x, Kexory Avas glancing at the famous author, who Avas talking Avith the group of people about her. There was a won derful swiftness and brilliancy about IVL-s. Morton Carew’s eyes, and her fig- ui-e was as slim as a girl’s. A young woman Avas led to the piano. Mrs. Carew, who was tired and bored, Avas very glad of the chance to stop talking. She stood Avhere she conld watch the player and itohappened that Kexory Avas in the line of sight beyond. The girl at the piano began to sing, and her voice Avas loud. Her brocaded can currauts are just as much velvet was stylish aud very red, indeed. I raisins as anything that is offered under Her arms were rather red, too, and her specific name, being only a dried hair Avas cut short. In her breast there although of an exceedingly »ma,R _ _____________ m e. A Forgntten J'ruit. A frequent error among those inter ested in cookery is to suppose that the imported article called curTants, used in fruit cakes, mince pies, plmn-puddings, buns, and the like, are a fruit resem bling our OAvu black or red currants drie^ In reality these dried fruits wmchwe call currauts are just as much TfiilSmS D.H’VTnl'liO* ics vited. Kexoiy read her invitation over and over; she Avas not much used to the social Avays of tlie summer people, and the foimality of the note half-frightened and half-jileasecl heiv ‘‘ Mrs. Symonds,:.’ “ Miss Adams,” Mrs. Morton Carew. ” It was agmea- ble to tee her oavu name in such dis- tinqnished compimy. She had read all of Mrs. Cai-ew’s novels, and to think of talking Avith the Aiwiter! She Avoiild at tend the- reception, although she had tuitable t o ------ --- - .,cxxx.3 xo UU.U LU WIC e j l J i . XL IS only three-quarters of a mile from her mother’s house, and the private school, which the mother and daughter keep open during July and August for cliil- dreii of summer visitors, closes its ses sions at tAvelve, so that the afternoon is all her OAvn. J.UOUI.U 1 , even tne uiucivuiras are quiet after July is over, and yonder is the Colchester rose, patiently budding whether people care about \it or not. Kexory has wondered many a time what became of the young soldier. Did the laughter of the other farmer boys make _ , suitable to wear- except a last ^Aviss muslin. Mrs. Adams declared that a tired old school teacher like herself Avould be out of place at Kachel Symonds’s house. Tom, hoAvcA-er, to Rexoiy’s surprise, raid he Avomld go. So Kexory sat doAvn and wrote Mrs. Symonds a simple, di rect note, thanking her for the kindnes.s, and telling her tliat she and Tom Avould be happy tq.come. Mrs. Symonds smiled Aviien she read it, but liked the girl none the less for' her informality. At six o’clock • on the eA'ening of the reception Tom Adams walked up from the express office in the rain, a disgust ed man. He had ordered some Jacque minot roses for Kexoiy from Eridgeton, twenty miles away, and they had not come. Kexory met him in the hall aud her eyes fell when she saw he Avas emp- tj-hauded. Slie had counted on the floAvers Avith girlisli delight— they Avouid be the only pretty thing about her, she had thought. The three ate supper silently. Tom disliked the prospect for the evening, at heart, and Kexory Avas more sorry about the floAvers than she cared to have him All at once a thou.ght stiuck her and the color came into her face. “O Tom!” she exclaimed, and dreAV her brothm* into the hall. i er rea, xoo, ana Her .....X ^xxvrxv. I h h ct breEst thcrB ------ 1 great bunch of flaming Jacquemi nots, beginning already to turn black in the close air. Mi-s. Carew, for some reason, took a dislike to her. “It Avas not so. Avhen I was a girl,” she thought to herself, as the loud voice rose higher and higher than ever. Then she caught sight of some one ■crChind the singer, a fresh-looking ^ r l .in SAviss muslin. The dress was out of style, but it looked cool and simple, and ou its bosom were pinned some delicate pirik roses, just opened. The song ended. Mrs. Morton Carew smiled her thanks to the singer, being a woman of the Avorld. Then she tm-ned to Mrs. Symonds. “I want to speak to that girl in white, Arith dark hair.” “That pretty Miss Poindexter ?” “Ho, the quiet girl on the left, with pink roses.” Twenty minutes later Tom Adams be- himself of his sister. Refresh- thought 1 ments Avere being served, and he won dered if she were pro-rided. He dropped his napldn in surprise Avhen he saAv hei‘ sitting on a sofa in a corner, eating ices Avith Mrs. Morton Carew. He would have been more surprised still if he could have heard Avhat the gi*eat woman was saying. ' “I have enjoyed meeting you so much, because ! Avanted to talk Avith some one about these loAely walks near here, and I thought Avhen I saw you, to tell the truth, that you Avould know. And I am glad you like Whittier. W e are not simple enough noAv-a-days, in auy- fhing.^ And uoav may I ask an odd ques- ‘Wliy, yes,” said Kexoiy, wonder- grape, although of an exceedingly ftmall variety, each grape no bigger than a common pea, and each bunch but two or tluree inches long. These little grape bunches are picked and dried in the sun-, and avA sn full nt millions of Hprthein capital. Tenn essee, Alabama and Georgia seem to have receiA'ed the most attention at the hands of Northern capitalists, although much outside money was invested in Kentucky and Virginia. A compKation made from actual returns incewed by it shows that 691 industries Avere estab lished in the South during the past three months against 625 new industries established during the same period of last year wixiiv/xicD ciic picKca ana anea m m e sun-, and are so full of saccharine mat ter that the exuding sugar crystallizes them into a compact form of sufficient hardness to require considerable ------------ requ__. ______ _ __ _ strength to open the mass and prepare the fruit for packing, they being tlien a second time compressed, tliis time by means of treading Avith the feet, which processes perhaps account for a great deal of the dirt and grai'e! usually to be found packed Avith them. These little grapes gr ow all through the islands and adjacent regions of the Grecian Ai'chi- pelago, and being exported originally from Corinth; they were called at first corinths, which Avord Avas gradauily cor rupted into currants, till the primitive plant and its friiit Avere forgotten in re membrance of the little round berry of our OAvn gardens, Avliich might be dried from noAv till doomsday without devel oping enough sugar to melt them to gether as we find in the Zante curi'ants melted.— Harper's Bazar. Curious Insect Life. A case of spiders from Natal, pre- -“\*ed by Lord Walsingham T he earliest act of Secretary of War Proctor that possesses much public interest is his decision to abolish the Sunday morning inspection and evening drera pai’ade. The latter is a ceremony habitually omitted, at the discretion of cominandilig officers in (^mpaiguing or at other times not convenient qr desira - A ingjie other reiaxanons. rm s innbVation will cause some conservative old officers to shake their j^eads qminously, but tl^e Sunday morning freedom from woi’fc is a return to a practice that prevailed, ' only about half a century ago, while the Sunday dress parade is now omitted in some departments. The troops Avill elcome the change. ^ T here ^ a diagram in Mr. Galton’s ^ k on “Hpeditary Genius,” which is intended to illustrate tlie extraordinari ness of great men, and which is vely in- s^ctive- to cany about in one’s mind. Human beings are represented by a col umn of scattered dots. In the middle of the column the dots are Very thick, to represent the immense number of avm-age men; further up they groAv thinner and thinner, until near the top a veiy fcAv, and finally one, gerve to rep resent the gi-eatest, Avho stand nearly, or quite solitary and alone. Below the average there is a corresponding gradual thinning out, until one reaches the very small number of the most degraded idiots. But this diagram inay serve to- illusirate not only the distribution of greatness, but also the degree of admi ration Avith Avhieh greatness ought to be regarded. In other Avords, the estima ing. ----- c from ; jL aiu w Burnt: m ein wnen I Avas a girl someAvhere—why it must ‘Will you tell me where your roses came from ? I saw some like them wh< ------- girl someAvhere—why it m „ have been here!—and I have longed all my life to see some ” “Oh, they ^-ow here,” Eexm SAvered, laughing and blushing, in an old pasture. And my brother anS I Avent up in the rain to get them. May —^may I give them to you ?” “Ho, if you Aiill Avalk there with me tO-mOlTOAV. ” Eexoiy’s heart beat fast. A walk with Mrs. Morton Oarew! “I liaA'e ueA'er seen anything like them,” she Avent'on to say, “and only one thing has ever really reminded me of them, and that happened a month ago, queerly enough. Shall I tell you? I t was in the editor’s room of the Olym- Eexm y an- ihhio- “Up uj ojum rvaismgnam, and hibitecl in the insect house, is oue of last year’s interesting additions to .xx^ London Zoo. They are accomplished lace makers, and the case is being grad ually filled vvith Avebs of the most deli- and ex- tha Clever Chinese Thieves. x^pparently Chinese thieves are as clever as English ones. A goldsmith placed a box containing several articles m gold and silver on a table in one of ms shops. A wily thief went fishing. cate textures. The spiders are small and dark, and they are a colony of'be- tAveen tAvo hundred and three hundred. They eat a couple of the large-sized cockroaches per day, and Avhen one is throAvn in a-n army of perhaps one hun- and fifty spiders, rush to the attack with all the ferocity of a pack of Avolves. The Avebs ai-e so interlaced that no other in sect can move far in the case Avithout being hopelessly entangled, but the spiders themselves in their most despe- ra.te rushes never touch the delicate fila ments.— T h e Seattle Manufacturing Company is preparing at its mill at Seattle, Wash ington Territory, f6r the Paris Exposi- non, a pine board one inch thick, forty inches -ndde, and tliirty-two feet long, and entirely free of sap, gnaii, or flaiv of any kind. The Paine Lumber Com- of Oshkosh, Wis., Arill send to - a similar board tbirty-six inches and by'means of a long hook Succeeded in pulling off the box and the contents. But if thieves are cute so are some shop- keepei-s for they understand the difficult art of getting blood out of a stone. A man bought a clock and paid in bad coin. He Avas detected in his vile prac tices, but the shopkeeper could get noth ing better out of him in the way of cash, so he helped himself to the coiner’s wadded coat and Avaisteoat. This might be called giving a man a cold shoulder. —London Figaro. Yarn of a Revolutionary- Pensioner. The last pensioner in L_ a man named Spalding,“ declare that he was taken prisoner by the British and headed up in an old molasses hogshead and left to die. But a bear that had been in the habit of f ^ d i ^ itself by sticking its tailthi-ough the bunghole into the sweet liquid, repeated the operation, and our soldiei seized the tail and Avas dragged down- Jiill and over the rocks by the frightened' bear till the hogshead burst and the pisoner was reletised. In his old age he had come fully to believe the story and Avas yeiy angry if any one should! : question it. —Etw f ork Iridependent.