Greeley's Prescription

-Sotro after Horace Gre. ley had made his "quail tracks" on thu register of a hotel, in a certain place visited by him during his fa1! lecture tour, a rather aged countrymun caiue ii.to the offico and, after exam"mg the register, askcd if Br. B- was in. " There is no such person here," said the gentlemanly clerk. " Ko suoh porson here !" echoeá tlic venerable rustic, taking off his speutacles and gazing into tho face of the clerk with much incredulity and astonishment. " No such person here," fhmly re-echoed the cierk. "Young man," exclaiincá tlio other, with a soleiiiH expression of couutonance, "young man, don't lie tomo. It won't do. You can't fooi oíd Giles Piirks. Dr. B - 's been horc as suro as guns, and pretty drunk too, I reoko. fbr ho's left one of thena air I.atin prescriptions of his on thu register ! " And the doefcoi's friend gnzed down at Horace'i improTe Arabio with a look of triumphant recognitioxi. Mrs. Potter Palmer, at her New Toivr's ïeception, woro a $2,000 dress, $25,000 finger rings, and a $15,000 necklaee. The dress was a handsome brown brocade trimmed with rows of pheasant breaste, and looped with scoriet fuschias.. Her kusbauti thn gentleuan wlio is report - ed Ik' lkaine oxoluimed, in tragic aocents, the dy af ber tho fire, " I'm a beggar ! I'm abegcrar!" Wo'd liko tobo a bc?.