By Chebar's brook ye pass'd, such radiance wearing With its high crystal arch, intensely pure! gned by over a thousand lawyers, asking hat the judicial nominations to be made his spring be made by party conventions, nd not by party committees or "machines." hey state that they are not opposed to any greement being made by the two parties s to the division of the Judgeships, but what hey desire is that the Judges allotted to ach party shall be nominated in convention, o that the selection of candidates may not be taken away from the people." It is atural that the lawyers should have their iews regarding as important a subject as he selection of the local judiciary, and it is proper that they should express these views. The party managers will no doubt give them lue consideration. finest wheel on the market."-Philadelphia Nort American. The Common Impulse.-" Of course," said th importer, "perfection is beyond the bounds "To be sure," replied th human expectation." "It is unreasonable to look for statesman. Whol tariff that will be absolutely flawless." "And so long as there must unreasonable." defectsYes." I thought that I mig as well do what I could to have them benefit m instead of somebody else."-Washington Star. The announcement that his high Hig Chulalongkorn, King of Siam, will v United States the coming summer ready caused a flutter of excitement York society circles and a great mai most exclusive women of the metro: anxiously looking forward to the tir they may be introduced to his Majes his arrival Chulalongkorn will be pr with the freedom of the city and a engraved map of Greater New Yo: gether with a neatly framed perspectiv of Hoboken, and will also be shown bridge, Dr. Parkhurst, and Anthony stock. In fact, no expense will be sp. the Gothamites to make his Majes perfectly at home, barring, of cours harem, and the glad hand will be ext with New York's proverbial hospitality The King of Siam is said to be a very s pise fgh, when love, by strength, o'ermasters agony? Are ye not near when sorrow, unrepining, AFTER THE STORM. MRS. ANNIE HOWE (BISHOP) THOMSON. A night without of wind and rain, A lowly grave where a loved one lies, With the shadow of death on brow and eyes; And a pallor that only comes when life With folded hands and a quiet breast:- And close sealed lips that never again, To faltering feet; nor will I prove That I long in the same low bed to lie, Sleeping my last, long, dreamless sleep, But, the night will go and the morning beam, And the blue sky smile from its midnight pall, With the beautiful sunshine over all : So, out of my heart this weary pain, With its night of grief and its storm and rain, And my loved and lost shall walk with me, With a beaming eye and a radiant brow, Then heart be still, and patient wait! Will open to you on realms of bliss, And closing shut out the griefs of this. But when Spring comes, up they start; A CHRISTMAS HYMN. [The following is one of the most beautiful poems ever written on the subject. The author is supposed to have been Alfred Domett.] T was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three And now was queen of land and sea! Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Held undisturbed their ancient reign, Centuries ago! 'Twas in the calm and silent night! The senator of haughty Rome His breast with thoughts of boundless sway; What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago! |