them appraised. I called upon a professor and stated my business, whereupon he invited me to an inner apartment and bade me be seated, remarking, as he prepared for the examination, that we should soon understand each other. I smiled benignly and awaited operations. He passed both hands through my hair in a manner that would have done redit to a first-class barber, then went over and locked the safe and put the key in his pocket. He continued his survey, explaining as he went along. "You'll marry early and often. Will experience the parental feeling with great in tensity, and exhibit it by feeling around your children with a stick, when occasion requires. Are warm, cordial, and ardent in friendship; will cheerfully borrow all the money your friends will lend. Inhabitativeness, large; are liable to home-sickness when away from home and dead broke. Continuity, moderate; love variety and change, especially the kind known as 'small change.' Have a good share of energy, yet no more than is necessary to grapple with an eating-house steak. Vitativeness, very large; will struggle resolutely through sickness, and will not give up to die while the 'lamp of life holds out to burn.' Combativeness is large, though it doesn't appear to be the kind that hurts anybody. Destructiveness is a strong point, experience powerful indignation, and with large combativeness, would make a dangerous onslaught on hash. Alimentiveness is a remarkable development; you'd ruin the prospects of a cheap boarding-house. Have a natural antipathy to water, but enjoy corn in the juice. Very large acquisitiveness; are eager to be rich, and your creditors hope for the best. Secretiveness is good; you'll keep a secret, or anything else you lay your hands on. Cautiousness is not your trump card. Approbativeness and self-esteem are curiosities; would advise you to paint them with iodine. Firmness, above the average; hold on long and hard, especially at meal time. Have conscientiousness full; feel sorry when you do wrong, and always repent it, and you are kept pretty busy repenting. Hope, very large; have 'great expectations,' which are good things to have in the absence of anything more tangible. You have the kind of veneration that's common at this daydevout on the Sabbath, but fly the track through the week. There's a place for benevolence, but it doesn't appear to be built up. Have considerable mechanical skill, with large imitation and form, and are adapted for drawing, especially a salary, though you are not bad on a cork. Mirthfulness, very large; would make a cheerful funeral. Have an insatiate desire to see and know all about things, and peculiar methods of finding them out. Large order; order freely on credit. Possess good calculating powers; with practice, can calculate the number of beers for a dollar, and the amount of gratuitous 'Sweitzer' that should accompany each. Eventuality, very large; have a retentive memory of facts and incidents, particularly of the fact that anybody owes you anything. If you ever undertake to learn music, there's a piece of woods up in the country, seven miles from any house, where you ought to go." Now I submit this is not a fair deal. BROTHERHOOD.-J. G. HOLLAND. EXTRACT FROM "THE MISTRESS OF THE MANSE." "My Philip, bred in Northern climes, From her far home on Southern plains; FROM THE PRELUDE. The day of Gettysburg had set; The smoke had drifted from the scene, Lay rusting where, but yestere'en, They dropped with life-blood red and wet! The swift invader had retraced His march, and left his fallen braves, But knew that all his loss was waste. The nation's legions, stretching wide, Gave sepulture to those who died, And then, swift-sweeping like a gale, And Philip, with his fatal wound, They bent above his blackened face, He answered them: "My wife's embrace!" They wiped his forehead of its stain, Through teeming mart and wide champaign, And wet with weeping of the rain, They gave him to a silent crowd Of men with age and sorrow bowed, Who raised and bore their precious charge, Through groups that watched and wailed aloud The hounds of power were at her gate; With lips that slavered with their hate. * With window raised and portal barred, At bay before the cruel chase— She held them in her fierce regard. "What would ye-spies and hirelings-what?" She asked with accent, stern and brave; Why come ye to this sacred spot, Led by the counsel of a knave, And flanked by slanderer and sot? "You have my husband: has he earned Is this the recompense returned, "My home is wrecked: what would ye more? "I hold your prisoner-stand assured: And by a warden kept as true As e'er the test of faith endured. Why, men, he was my brother born! "What could I do but hail him guest, "Come, then, and dare the wrath of fate! But know that I am desperate; And shafts that wound, and wounds that kill Your deed of dastardy await!" A murmur swept through all the mob; The base informer slunk afar; And lusty cheer and stifled sob Rose to her at the window-bar, While those whose hands were come to rob Her dwelling of its treasure, cursed; A heavy tramp, a murmuring sound, Come up the street-a tide of pain, The leaders of the tumult fled; Slowly the solemn train advanced; The sobbing rain, the evening dim, He knew his love—all else unknown, It had the power to stay his feet Still longer on the verge of life; And thus they vanished from the street The shepherd-warrior and his wife— Embraced by home, his soul grew light; He greeted all with tender speech; And then he spoke her brother's name: |