Some years ago a Rochester clergyman in baptizing a baby paused in the middle o] the service to inquire the name of the infant, to whieh the mother, with a profound courtesy, replied: "Shady, sir, if you please." "Shady?" replied the minister. "Then it's a boy, and you mean Shadrach, eh?" "No, please, your reverence, it's a girl." "And pray," asked the inquisitive pastor, "how happened you to cali the child by such a name?" "Well, sir," responded the woman, "if you must know, our name is Bower, and my husband said as how he should like her to be called Shady, because Shady Bower sounds so pretty."