Dot time ven ve got married, she vas a lass een shkool, She alvays used to shmile so nice venefer I shanced to meet her, I didn't dought she vould become sooch an orvul oogly creetur; Bud shoore I vas meesdaken, und I got beat like der dooce— Ov you could only hear her, you'd dink her jaw vas loose. Vone day she says, "Shut oop your moudt; you're blabbin' all der time!" I says, "I vouldn't do it"-dot's der kind ov a Dootchman I am! Und den bevore I knew it, she took me by soorbrise, Und keecked me oudt der house, sir-righdt bevore my vace und eyes! I tell you vot it vas, sir, I velt a goot deal put oudt, Und I've made oop my mind oudt, dot vas my only course I know it's hard to gife dot oop, und leefe alone; bud shtill, You talk 'boudt bein' henpecked, und ruled by voman's tongue, I tell you vot it is, sir, I'm vorse off den Prigham Young. So wrode oop dot baper, lawyer, und draw it righdt avay, Und I'll take it home to Baitsy, und see vot she vill say. Und den to-morrow morning I vill sell aiferyding I own, Und bid Baitsy und our shild good-bye, und go oudt een der vorld alone. Und ven I dink ov Baitsy, a dousand milse avay, I'll baed she'll vant to hafe me comb righdt back home und shtay. But I naifer vill comb back again, unless she's tooken sick, Ov she is you tailegraf me to comb back pooty gwick. Remaimper vot I tell you, und don'd keeb me in soos bense; Youst bay der tailegrafer, und sharge to my oxbense. Dot poots me een mind ov someding, dot I can't dink ov now; I can't remaimper vot I vorget-dot beats all, ainyhow! Oh! now I've got it-wrode it down, dot ven I'm dead und gone, Baitsy'll bring me back to her, und bury me een der lawn. Und on my tombstone, let it read in ledders large und blain; "Here lies Shon Shtuffenheimer, und hees vife she is to blame!" Und I hope dot in a veek or two, righdt after I hafe d'ed, Baitsy und I vill both ov us be laying side by side. Und ven Gabreel blows hees drumpet oop, und all der dead shall rise, Baitsy und I vill both shomp oop, und vipe our veeping eyes; Und den ov it looks doubtful, ve'll shtand righdt dere und vait, Und ven no vone vas lookin', ve'll shkweeze dru der Golden Gate. WHAT IS HEAVEN? "What is heaven?" I asked a little child, I asked a maiden, meek and tender-eyed, I asked the artist, who adored his art; "Heaven is all beauty!" spoke his raptured heart. I asked the poet, with his soul afire; I asked the Christian, waiting her release; A halo round her, low she murmured: "Peace!" So all may look with hopeful eyes above, THE BRIDAL IN EDEN.-F. J. OTTERSON. The sapphire walls of Paradise That day the princely king of men— Now, pensive, by the Tree of Life In pairs the birds had sought the boughs, To slumber by the babbling stream- Alone! alone!-the glittering stars In pairs appeared to move; The Moon threw down in modest glow And noisy Day a partner found In sombre, silent Night. Though he had moved, acknowledged king, Amid a world of life, Fear bowed the weak, fear stilled the strong, Fear turned to peace the strife; But now his soul breathed forth a prayer To Him who reigns above, That he would send some gentle one To share his yearning love. Then on a bed of fragrant flowers And death-like sleep in dreams of bliss While from the prison of his heart And, moulded by the Maker's hand, Still dreamed he, till the seventh day And countless songsters in the groves Then, springing from his rosy couch, That slumbered by his side. He spake, and Eve before him stood, And meekly claimed the son of God Then, kneeling to the Maker's throne, The earliest earthly Sabbath sun LESSONS. SALLIE NEILL ROACH. There are lessons to learn through the school-time of life, There are lessons of toil from the insect in air; While the woodland re-echoes with industry's tones There are lessons of man's mental gifts in the store Let us heed them,-these lessons for mind and for heart; Which shall yet live eternal-a perfected soul. GUNN'S LEG. A good deal of interest was felt in the case of Gunn vs. Barclay, which was tried recently in the Blank County Court. It involved the question of the ownership of Gunn's right leg. Gunn related the facts of the case as follows: You see, one day last winter, while I was shoveling snow off the roof of my house, I slipped and fell over on the pavement below. When they picked me up they found that my right leg was fractured. Dr. Barclay examined it and gave it as his opinion that mortification would be certain to set in unless that leg came off. So I told him he'd better chop it away. And he went round to his office, and presently he came back with a butcher knife and a cross-cut saw and a lot of rags. Then they chloroformed me, and while I was asleep they removed that leg. When I came to I felt pretty comfortable, and |