Here is a little story which may give a useful hint to both mothers aud cldlIrcn. In an isolated mountain district in Virginia lived tlie D s, father, naother and six sturdyboys. Threeyears igo the money which the father had saved for the education of the boys was lost through bad investnient. The 'arm yiekled bul Httle more than enough ;o support the fainily. "They grow up ignorant as field-hands.1' said Mr. 1) . the serrantand do the work. I oantake in sewing, too?" "How much would that nmount to?1" "Thon I will hire another servant. gire out onr owu sewing, and teach them myself!1' She d'id it. The training of her boys into men was the most important work of her life. She gave all of lier time to it. She had her ownways of teaching. Grammar was not to be tanght to the boys until they wero over sixteen. "It is an abstract study whieh a mature mimi can master in two months, but a child's- never," she said, Botany and geology they studied out of door3. No suiu iS'tlie avithmetic was worked by tin; rule, but by the mear.mo-, which she taughtthem step by step, patienüy. "Let'us go traveling- to Eagland," she said. one afternoon. The boys had their maps open before them, while she read a vivid description of Eugland, its crops, elimale and seenery. "Suppose wo stop over niglit here at StonehengeP" she proposed. She had ready half a ilozen accounts of Stonehenge and ils mysterious DruidicaJ rocks. "Vv'ho ere the Druida?" The opening cha er oí ],;,,,.-;■ ;erly devoured. Had they not all been to Stonehenge and f Ltars? In like marmer they visited in in ination the Roman walls bfifore they hcard "f Cuesar, and Normandy before (ollowed the Conqueroi across C am el. Novéis, i . pietnres, d io her aid. The history of eaoh country b.!c;inie a dran r Lity to thein. 'p],; to think, not merely to memorize. Their i is a thorongh vitalizing of all I powersofthemind. - Ymti anion. m - ■ - w -The late Senator Chandler had a most stalwart hatred of Donn Piatt, i he editor of the Washington One eveninjr at :i dinner p rty he was greatly Lneensed at comments in an attack upon bim whlch had jast appeared in that journal. It was a rainy night, and on his way home he stepped iuto an office in "Newspaper Row." "Do you know where I can flnd a oritter named Dion Pott?" he exolaimed, glaring at a correspondent who was seated at hi.s desk. "Who?" "Djon Pott!- a beast who writes for the Capital." "Donn Piatt, you mean," suagested the oorrespondent. " Well, Donn Piatt, tiu'ir.is he around here?" "No, sir; his place is down town." "Well," said Clmn"whenyou see hhn you may tel] him T aan looking for him, and when 1 find him I'm going to run this umbrella into him and open H," and leit the room. iVr. F. Evening rost. _Jeftei-8on Davis s threatened with tóindness, and botli he and his have been rnuch broken in healtb sisee the wreonfr éwtb A tiieir mm.