And you, my clear young ladies, do not ignore the responsibility which the influ ence you are able to exercise over young men imposes upon you. You need not call it magnetism unless you like, but be sure that there is that conveyed in a touch or a glance which elevates or de grades him upon whom it is bestowed, according as you preserve the purity and simplicity of your inmost natures. If you would only regard yourselves in" the light of female missionaries to that benighted tribe of lavender-gloved young gentlemen who flutter about you like moths round a candle, you would send them away glow ing and. happy, instead of singeing their wings. If, when these butterflies come to sip, you would give them honey instead of poison, they would not forsake you as they do now for the gaudy flowers which are too near them. — Lawrence Oliphant. " Talk of opening oysters," said old Hurricane, " why nothing's easier,' if you only know how." "And how's how?" inquired Starlight. "Scotch snuff," said old Hurricane, very sententiously. ' 'Scotch snuff. Bring, a little of it near their noses, and they'll sneeze their lids off." "I know a genins," observed Meister Karl, " who has a better plan. He spreads the bi-valves in a circle, seats himself ' in the centre, and begins spinning a yarn. Sometimes it's an adventure — sometimes a legend of his loves. As he proceeds, the ' natives ' gel interested— one by one they gape with astonishment at the tre mendous and direful whoppers which are poured forth, and as they gape, my friend whips them out, peppers 'em, and swal lows "em." " That'll do," said Starlight, with a long sigh. "I wish we had a bushel of the bi-valves here now, they'd open easy."

The truth-seeker cannot be heart-sick, cannot be lonely. To be without God in the world is to him impossible. The flowers of Paradise are sleeping in the sod beneath his feet. Though a stone be his pillow, hia dreams are heavenly. 