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INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL ADVOCATE. 29 could be removed and placed in an Idiot Asylum. With methods of training i adapted to his m ental condition, he may grow to be a good and useful man, but he is, I think, incapable of receiving instruc tions in our school, and is certainly a very serious hindrance in the way of the others. S a r a h M. P. E llis , Ch’n. D o n a t i o n s for t h e H o u s e . Mr. Anderson, apples; Mr. Kimball, cakes and cookies for picnic; Mrs. Hatch, apples; Mrs. Geo. Gould, pickles; Mr. 0. Goodale, sweet apples several times ; Mrs. Blossom, Brighton, apples ; Mrs. Lord’s festival for Children’s Cot remembered us with cake, candies, and fancy ornaments for tree; Miss Nichols, illustrated papers. R e p o r t o f V i s i t i n g C o m m i t t e e . ____ X O R T H -W E S T DISTRICT. Mrs. G. and Mrs. G., whose little ones have recently entered our institution, are sisters, living in the fourth story of a block on M. St. They have three rooms besides the hall, all very neat and com fortable looking, for the very low rent of twelve shillings a week. Mrs. G. was not found at home, but Mrs. G. gave an account of their circumstances. Her hus band is working at the bay this summer, and getting such good pay that, in our judgment, her little boy is not a proper subject for our charity. She keeps house for her sister, who works by the day, and whose husband has left her and gives nothing for her support. She has, how ever, the promise of steady work through the coming winter, and with such a com fortable home and her sister to take care of her children, it seems best that she should keep them with her, unless she would give them up altogether to be under better influences. This, however, she would not be willing to do. M ary A. S eymour , Ch’n. R e s p e c t for A g e in F r a n c e . There is something very touching in the respectful affection and care w; th which old age was (and is still) treated in France. Hot only the parents’, bn* the grandmonther’s salon is the po Of reunion with the whole family, vying with each other who should best please and amuse the old lady. They never failed, whatever their evening occupation or amusement, to come in first and delight Bonne M aman and Ma Tante by their pretty toilets, and be reward ed by the somewhat exaggerated admir ation they elicited. But the old lady really thought her granddaughters mar vels of beauty and grace. Avery marked feature of French old age in its bienveill- ance to the voung, an impossible word to translate, for it is neither good nature, kindness, nor indulgence—rather ail habit ual state of the mind disposed to admire and approve. This tone of feeling is but | natural for children to their parents ; and j the young to the-old are almost universal ly dutiful and affectionate. Well do I re- j member how pretty I used to think the slight inclination and kiss of the hand held out to them, which prefaced the morning embrace to Bonne Maman. Our own royal family is the only one in Eng- j land where I have seen this graceful cus-1 tom prevail. If young women and girls | knew how much charm and coquettcrie ,lessly there is in this manner to their elders; how much younger they seem, how their grace and softness gains by contrast with old age, they would not in their own inter- j ests, indulge in the Get-out-of-the-way- old-Dan-Tucker style which obtains so much in our society at present. Even the ; young men were full of iittle attentions j to their aged relatives. They really loved them almost as parents. When the “ Prince Consort’s Life ” first appeared we all wondered at the deep grief he ex pressed at the death of his grandmother, a relation scarcely taken so seriously with us. Adorable et adoree was the phrase used to me only a few months ago by a young Frenchman of the most modern set about the venerable mother of his parents. It must be said that the grand-children were often brought up in her house, and that she, being much younger than the same relative in England, become almost a friend and confidant to these young-men, who found in her that experience in the past and sympathy in the present which made her society as charming to them as it was to those of her own sex. Hot hav- ingin those days the resource of clubs, the vouug men came in with the news of the day to pass their time till the hour for the balls, thus bringing into these salons an infusion of youth which obviat ed dullness.— Macmillan's Magazine. T h e F i r s t P r i m r o s e . A Primrose awoke from its long winter sleep, And stretched out its head through its green leaves to peep; But the air was so cold, and the wind was so keen, And not a bright flower but itself to be seen. “Alas!” sighed the Primrose, “ how useless am I, As here all alone and half hidden I lie; But I’ll strive to be cheerful, contented to be, Just a simple wild flower growing under a tree.” Soon a maiden passed by, looking weary and sad, In the bright early spring-time, when all should be glad, But she spied the sweet Primrose so bright and gay, And the sight of it charmed all her sadness away; And the Primrose gave thanks to the dear Lord Above, Who had sent it on such a sweet mission of love. — Catharine Davidson. Did H e T e l l a Lie. How could he have told a lie when he never spoke a word ? Let me tell you what I saw him do. The teacher’s back was turned. He reached over and struck his neighbor with a pin. The teacher heard a shuffling noise and looked around. He was not out of order at all, but was studying the map of Africa very hard. Did he tell a lie ? Sister Sus'c lost her doll one day. She hunted high and low, but dollie could no where be found. He helped her h u n t and seemed as sad as she because of dolly’s loss. He bad hidden that doll in an old stove pipe up in the lumber-room. Did he tel] a lie ? - Hncle Joe and A unt Mary had come to take dinner at his home. All were ready to enjoy the nice dinner, when to the great surprise and sorrow of his good mother, they found that the meat and potatoes had been sweetened and the coffee and pud ding salted. Who could be blamed but Bridget ? He had that very morning care emptied the sack of salt into the sugar bucket. He saw the look of disap pointment on his mother’s face, but did not explain. Did he tell a lie ? One morning Bridget rushed into the room saying: “ Sure, and John the arrant boy has left the gate open, an’ the cows have atfe up the gartent.” He was spin ning his top at the time. He heard it all and knew very well that he had left that gate open, when he came in, after trading two marbles for a top string with Bob Sum mers—but he never said a word. Did he tell a lie ? One night father said to mother, “ I sup pose the shavings were not put too near the stove, and the fire is all out, and every thing is safe.” He knew the shavings were very near the hearth; he knew, too, that the fire was burning brightly when he locked the kitchen door, but he pre tended to be fast asleep. That night their beautiful home was burned to the ground. Did he tell a lie ?— Baptist Weekly. U n d i v i d e d in D e a t h . For touches of genuine sentiment one must search outside the fashionable romances. This little idyl of life among the lowly appeared in a late number of the New Orleans Picayune : An aged-vColoi'ed woman, living in the suburbs of this city, was taken suddenly ill a short time ago. Her husband, an old white-haired negro, became alarmed, and immediately sent for a physician. When the physician arrived he was met at the door by the old negro, who addressed him as follows:— “ God bress you for cornin’. Aunt Millev gibs up all hope, an’ says she’s gwine ter die. Jus’ say dat you will sabe her, and I’ll pray for you ebery night. We’s bin married fifty years ago to-day, an’ we’s nebber had a cross word ’tween us.” The old woman was too far gone ever to recover, and in a short time her soul pass ed quietly away to “ that undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveller returns.” When her death was made known to the old negro, he was taken suddenly ill, and died soon after. His last words were, “ God has heerd my prayer, for I sees Aunt Milley cornin’ for to he’p me cross de ribber.” H o w S m o k i n g affects Boys. An English physician has been investi gating the effect ofsmoking on boys. He took for his purpose thirty-eight boys, aged from nine to fifteen, and carefully examin ed them. In twenty-seven he discovered injurious traces of the habit. In twenty-two there were various disorders of the circulation
