Manners

" You will never learn manners without uutil you leara uianners vritliin,'' says soino sage old moralist, and certain it is tbat there is a kernel ot' trutu in the apothegm, in whatoVer scnss it may be taken. We shall never learn to be mannerly and courteous in the street until we learn to be so in the home eircle, and we shall never learn to be outwarely courteous until our hearts have been imbued with that kind ot unselfishness which is the principal elemtnt of true courte'sy. - Books of buhavior- rules as to the carryrying of the hands or of the head- are of very little valué, so long as we are in wardly wanting in generous regard for the feelings, convenienco, or comfort of othern. For rest assurod that the observiition of externul propriety has no little part in heart cultivatiou. It is impossible for a person to observe with strictness all the outward i'orm of courtesy, without being outwardly bettered thereby, since the ohsfiivation of the outward I'orm soon comes a habit of aotion, of thought and feeling. The truth of tho matter is, there ís a great deal of cant abroad about frankness - wbich is mistaken for sound philosophy; and this is particularly true concerning the subject in hand. People are very apt to say, " I must act as'I feal, or I shall be hyüocritical," which means, being interprêted, " If I ain in the mood of being illmanuered I must be bo, or cease to seem what I am." Very well ; bo hypocritical to that cxtent- tlió extent of trying to bo agreeable when you loei inclined to bo otherwise - and you will teel the better for it ; for it is better to observo the foror of goodness without the soul of it, than, rejectiiig both form and soul, to be rude because it happens to accord with the natural impulses of tho heart to be so. - Let us be decent for decency's sake ; and if we cannot bo courteous, let us be courteous for courtesy's sake - which, of other reasons having none, is sufficient reason why we shoild be so. A Chicago poot, upon hearing that Nilsson was about fo erpot cow sheds upon her Peoría lots, has burst forth ia the following verse : Christine, Christino, thy milking do tho mom and eve between, and not by the dim, religious light of tho fitful kerosene. For the cow. may plunge and the lamp explode and the flre fiend ride the gale, and shriek tho kiieli of the burning town in the glow of the molten pail !"