How Vennor Grieved

The other morning Veunor got out of bed, looked out of tho window. and - feil on his back with a gasp of aruazement. The hotel people heard him fall, and rushed into his room. "What is the matter?" they shouted. "Look!" the prophet gasped, pointing to the window. "Yes," they eaid, "we see, but what of it?" "What is it doing?" he asked. "Snowing," they erad: "twenty-two inches oï snow on the ground in one night, andstill a-ooming; drifts eighteen feet high. and all trains on all roads abandoned, Snowing, tliat s what it s doing." "Ithoughtso, the prophet said, "but thcn again I fearcd it was a delusion. I thought it couldn't be true." '4What is it?" they demanded once more. "Why," said the weather trainer, "you see this is the day 1 said it was going to snow hard all over America, anu so yesterday I sold my arcticg and ulster and traded off my sleigh for a road wagon. Oh ! dear, oh! dear! how was I to know it would snow this week?" And he buried his face in the bosom of his ulster and gave way to his emotion. So they came away and left him alone with his sorrow. Use dispatch. llemember tliat the world only took six days to créate. Ask me for whatever you please excepttlme; tliat is the only thing which is beyond my power.