ANTHONY'S CHARACTER OF BRUTUS. This was the noblest Roman of them all; So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, Julius Cæsar,-Act V. SHAKESPEARE. 66 THE FINEST ENGLISH EPIGRAM. EFUL THINGS TO KNOW. na peel will clean tan shoes. Liveand alcohol will remove grease. as tar. hs dislike newspaper as much as ing action. When preliminar dicate a chill, the feet should in hot mustard water; the pa several glasses of hot water, g water bottles placed at his f And snove tea stains by soaking in a strong his hands. This course of ac "Live n of sugar and water. .ped Beetle. Four parts dry slaked And gind time of the chill and averts 1 Invigorator emulges the L action, tones up the syster Lord, istroy them on cucumber vines. Dust it a cure. I have never know he dew is on the leaves. I live inning a Well.-Throw down a peck of ed lime. The heat produced carries out growth of microbes in the human Face, neck, arms and bust can be kept The fail to permanently cure in Ear Ache.-Insert He the Ointment may penetr ton wadding; lie down on stop in a few minutes. easily applied remedy f smoke in, or if a foreign bo children. When an insec water. Obesity is frequently Dr. O. P. Brown's Tissue skin throws off much eff remedy induces a healt inactive skin would reta chine Oil Stains.-Wet well with reduces bloat and the ur English Cousins" use enormous Try the 66 eased conditions. A full OUR INFANT IN HEAVEN. ILENCE filled the courts of heaven, Knelt before the eternal throne; While her small white hands were lifted, Light from the full fount of glory On her robes of whiteness glistened, And the bright-winged seraphs round her Bowed their radiant heads and listened: Lord! from thy throne of glory here My heart turns fondly to another; Meekly has she drained the cup, Unrepining, yielded up— Earth is frowning darkly round her, Let her not, though clouds surround her, Let her think, when faint and weary, Let each loss that makes earth dreary, Make the thought of heaven more dearComfort, comfort my sweet mother. Savior! thou in nature human, Dwelt on earth a little child, Pillowed on the breast of woman, Blessed Mary! undefiled. Thou, who from the cross of suffering, Thou, who from the heaven descending, The dove-like murmurs died away But still the little suppliant knelt, OUR INFANT IN HEAVEN.-WOMAN. Till golden harp and angel voice PARTING OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman Cas. For ever and for ever, farewell, Brutus; If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. Bru. Why, tnen, lead on. O, that a man might know But it sufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is known. Julius Cæsar,"-Act V. SHAKESPEARE. |