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'This sweet little child. A BATCH OF LOCAL POEMS. BELLES OF SIX DECADES. A FINE SCHOOL BUILDING CUREENf LITERATI ctassrooms. The system is under enoh admirable control that it is possible toroajonlate the quantity of pure air assigned, as itj were, to eaoh pupil.

The walls are literally honeycombed with flueB and it is a very nice problem to provide for them and yet to be sure of hafing the walls strong enough to inBure a high factor of safety. It is not claimed that perfection has yet been attained in the matter of keeping pure the atmosphere of a school room, but. the advances which have been made iu this direction show how thoroughly and intelligently the question has been studied. Almost every week representatives of boards of education from tho larger cities of the country visit Brooklyn for the purpose of finding out what has been accomplished, and tho result is that tho Bohoola of this city stand in high repute from here to California. Tho amount of money which within a few years Brooklyn has spent on its public scboola is larger than thoso who have not given tho subject special study have any idea of, and the result will stand the test of expert inspection.

The board iB a somewhat cumbersome body, but its nnwieldiness is not so mnoh an obstaclo to good work as it would be if committees did not trausaot a large part of i business. To the committee which takes charge of its building operations tha city is especially indebted. There is almost always an ugly flavor about building operations where tho public is called npon to foot the bill, but it haB been the prido of Red Hook lane that not the faintest taint of suspicion attached to the construction of any of the schools. Added to Brooklyn's Educational Institutions. It Cost Seventy Thousand Dollars nnd Is Well Equipped for Purposes of Instruction.

Keeping; Pnoo With tho Demand for Accommodations for Pupils. Without any formalities the doors of a notable addition to the publio schools of the city wore thrown pen last week. It is characteristic of t(ie progress of Brooklyn in eduoational directions that such events are attended with little or no ceremony. The opening of a sohool is of snoh comparatively frequent occurrence that thero is not tho same temptation to emphasize it by official fuss and feather as there would be if suoh leaves in local history wore turned over only at rare intervals. New teachers report for duty, the janitor uses his keys, there is a rash of scholars for classification and in a few days the sohool machinery is running as easily as though it had bcon in operation for a year instead of a week.

Of course the members of tho looal committee having charge of tho structure regard the pro ceedings as being of sufficient importance to jus i tify their presence, and it may be that ono or two other membors of the board of education will at tend, but further than this nothing is likely to happen. There was a timo when the opening of a now school was looked upon as an event remarkable enough to call for the presence of the mayor and all the other dignitaries of tho oity gov ernment, and it was not unusual to invito distln guished citizenB from a distance, but nothing less than the completion of alhigh school would seem to warrant such a course in these dayB. For years there has never been a time when tho board of education waB not building or planning for a new school. When tho city's purse strings are most tightly drawn against other expenditures they aro loosened for educational purposes in continuance of the policy inaugurated about ton years ago. It is no longer claimed that the schools are not keeping pace with tho development of tho city in other directions.

Ten years ago, whenever calculations on this subject wore indulged in, it was found that the city was oonBtantly loBing ground, that It had not only fallen behind, but that year by year it was falling behind still further. Tho longer a new departure waa delayed, the harder, it was urged, would be the task of catching up, bnt liberality has accomplished wondors in this direction, and, though there are still crowded schools, there is no distriot in the city in which a boy or girl can look in vain for school accommodation. Tho city has gone even furthor than this. Wherever now schools are es PUBLIC SCHOOL NO. 82.

danger that he will by Searching "And out God" in his inoarnatton or resurrection any more definitely or conclusively than has been done through the ages of disputing over snob, subjects. The very evident danger from disturbing suoh disturbers of ecclesiastical peaoe is to the oreedB which thoso ages have formulated. Discission and proieoution in such mattora is like tho dangerous spoken word among the Alpino avalanchos. Tho Appletona alBO publish in the Town and Country library "Tho Nugonts of Carriconna," Tighe Hopkins' Irish story. Into the midst of tho social Bmall talk, the Irish brogue and the incident of tho story is introduced a chapter on boycotting, though the case was moro one for laughtor than serious concern.

The February LivptncoWs, Philadelphia, will contain a plea by Julian Hawthorne for botanical gardons in America, atich as those atKewin England, for the promotion of agricultural improvement, tho successful war on insect pests, the multiplication of medicinal plants as well as of food yielding ones, and other possibilities. "Men's Women" is tho clever title at least of an essay by Julien Gordon, who is proclaimed "the now literary star." Joaquin Miller resorts to proso fiction in "Tho Mountain Mirage." Charlos Howard Shinn writos for Lippincott's also on California. n. Stoddard will add a BKOtch or Thomas Buchanan lloed to his papers on American authors. "A Wave of Life" is Clyde Fitch's first novel, "on" Now York fashion aud literature.

"Both Sides of the Tariff QuoBtion," of which advance sheets are sent by Alouzo Penniston, Now York, is a useful compilation of essays and papers on this porpotaal question, enriched with such leading writers on it as Gladstone, Blaine, Mills, Morrill, McKiuley and Carnegie. Besido tho artiolos controversial and other of these distinguished advocates, aro others by Congressman W. P. C. Breckinridgo, Sir Richard J.

Cart wright, Thomas B. Shearman, Gustave Molinari, the late Allen Thorndike Kico, John Jarrott, A. L. Conger, H. K.

Thurber and othorB, many of those on kindred labor, machinery, mining and agricultural subjects. Tho leading writers are sketched biographioally, in addition to the excellent photographic portraits of thorn. John B. Alden, Now York, sends an interesting little volume on Japan, entitled "A Sailor's Visit to the Island Empire." It is by Captain M. Cook, who has made many voyages to Japan and seen much of its people and their customs and ceremonies and learned their traditions and legends from natives and foreigners of longer sojourn than his own in tho country.

His notes thorefrom have also been supplemented by the reading of books relating to the subject.altocether making a readable summary of facts about Japan, which does not claim great originality or freshness, but cannot fail to interest those who for the first timo aro turned to tho Btudy of tho most Western of Oriental peoplo. Houghton, Mifflin A Boston, publish in one volume both series of thai unrivaled piece of Yankee dialeot, which oontains for onoe moro wit and satire than dialect, "Tho Biglow James Partou's "Captains of Industry," among whom are included Alvan Clark, the Cambridge lens maker, and Elizabeth Fry, the philanthropist; "A Psalm of Death and Othor Poems," by Dr. S. Weir Mitchell: a life of Francis Wayland, former president of Brown univertity, by Professor Murray of Princeton, one of his pupils, and a biographical register of the United Statos military academy, by General Cullum, a third edition from new plates. Ginn A Co.

send "Philosophy of American Literature," by Greenough White, a very roadablo papor on tho shaping of Btyle and thouzht in American writers by tho history of thoir several placeB of birth and the influence of their social surroundings. It traces also the modification of literary forms to suit growing thought. Tho rango of allusion to and quotation of our authors in all parts of tho country is large. Also the second Harvard historical monograph, Professor Hart's introduction to the study of fedoral government. Elizabeth Stuart Phelpa and husband, Herbert D.

Ward, contribute to Harper's Bazar for tho middle of tho month an amusing farce called "The Secretary's Murderer." Agnos B. OrmBbeo writes in tho same number of tho Young Women's Christian association in an attractive aud interesting way. The woekly has a supplement illustrated by Zogbaurn, in which Hours L. Nelson describes modern improvements in passenger ships for the comfort of all hands, both crews and passomers. The February Popular Science Monthly traces tho progress of iron smelting in America and treats of "Greeting by Gesturo" as practiced the world over in hoad stroking, nose rubbing, kissing, etc.

Dr. White finishes his long and interesting papor on the warfare of science in "From Babel to Comparative Philology." Professor Huxley concludes "Tho Aryan QueBtion and Prehistoric Man." "Dreamy Honrs," by Franklin W. Lee, Sun Bhine publishing company, St. Paul, is a rhyming broehuro with the usual variety of subjects, trom "A Legend of Jlinnotonka" to "A Maddening Might Have Been," including on the way a tribute to Grant, another from a smoker to his pipe, "Cigarettes and Bosos," and similar sensuous and sentimental mixtures. Tho story, or legend, that "Waverloy," the first of tho wonderful ovolution in novol writing which made Soott immortal, was ono day discovered by him, in manuscript, after being almost forgotten by its author, while he hunted for aomo fishing tackle, has such confirmation as lies in the now story that the dosk where it was hidden has come into tho hands of tho Murray.

Literature, like religion, will naturally havo its relics regardless of the question of authenticity. The Minerva company, New York, sends a Danish tale of the last contury entitled "A Bill Night." It is a vory clever aeries of social pictures, rather disconnected, and an exquisite story beside of honorable lovo. It is translated by Charles 0. Duo from the Danish of Carit Etlar; also "Almost Persuaded," by Will N. Harben, a New York story as piously emotional as the first is vigorously natural.

"Marguerite," Bolford New York, is a translation from tho French of Georges do Poyro bvaue, written evidently under the current French delusion that insincere and inconstant relations between man and woman are a better basis for literary art than Borne honest sort of life union between them, in other words marriage of some kind. It is illnstratod by Eskergian. "The Log of tho Maryland," by Douglas Frazar, author of "Perseveranoo Island; or, tho Robinson Crnaoe of tho Nineteenth Century," Leo Shepard, Boston, is another fantastic but readable book of sea adventure, fantastically and sometimes rather wildly illustrated by Bridg man, as to drawing. Tiie J'ttrenologtcal Journal lor January, Fowler fc Wells company, New York, proceeds with ita specialty of sketches and portraits of noted persons, giving in that way General Nelson A. Miles, now in command of the field of Indian warfare.

It also shows much of the prevailing evolution of the graceful and beautiful in its illustrated pages. The Magazine of Christian Literature, Now York, has a discriminating paper on socialism, critical of its present methods, but laudatory of its Christian purpose. It is by Dr. Washington Gladden. Thero are also apt selections from English religious journals.

Thomas Whittakor, New York, publishes Canon Luckock's "Intermediate Stato Between Death and a sequel to his "After Death;" also "The Writers of tho Now Testament, Thoir Style and Characteristics," by Honry Simcox. John Wanamaker's January Book Notes has a sketch and portrait of William Black, tho novelist, and a variod and illustrated view of recent Latest SuNsnrsE Pubmsuikg St. Paul, Minn. Dreamy Hours. P.

W. Lee. D. Lothrop Boston. January Wido Awake.

Joh.v VaA3Aker, Philadelphia Book Noivs. Henry Holt Now York. Educational Review for January. John B. Alben, New Yoik.

Woman among the lilufltrionu, F. W. Handle. Japan, a Sailor's Visit to tho Island Empire, il. B.

Cook. Imgar. F. A. Randlo.

CnitisTux LiTiiUATUitK New York January Magazine of Christian Literature. Bes.t. li. Tucker. Boston Fruits of Culture.

Leon Tolstoi. Alonzo Peni.iton, New York. Both Sides of tho Tariff Question. John Wiley Soss, New York. Memorabilia of George B.

Choevor, D. D. Edward Powers, Delavau, Wis. War and tho Weather. Macmillas it New York.

English Illustratod Magazine. D. Apfleto.v New York. A Washington Bible Class. Gail Hamilton.

Hand Book of Winter Resorts. Journal of William Maclay. Edgar S. Maelay. Ginn it Boston Introduction to tho Study of Federal Government.

Dr. Albert B. Hart. Chakleh SoiiiBNEn's Sons, New York. History of the United States.

Volumes 7, 8 and 0. Henry Adams. T. B. Peterson it Brothers, Philadelphia.

Mar in Haste. Mrs. Anna S. Stephens. Cassell Now York' February Quiver.

Will be an old man and yet live but a year. it seems ft short life, but mnoh ean it do, HOW much Will riArtnnrl vav rr l.vnnl, Start it right, keep it well, nor sad Bhalt thou bo wuou, me year ninety one' says farewoll to Bnm WiKTnrNQHAu, jn. LOVE'S MESSAGE. Eyes that are downcast and tender, Eyes that are witching and blue, Show hor the song that I send her "Ever I'm dreaming of you." Handa that are dainty and taper, Fashion the message you see, Trace on somo delicate paper, "Ever he's dreaming of me." Robert W. Criswell.

HOW SITT1HO BUMi DIED. A wail throughout the mainland, O'er Dakota's blood trailed sands, Of long and bitter agony Rolls from her Iudiau bands. The west wind brought the tidings Of a troaoherous, bloody fray, Of the Sioux chieftain dying, Like a hunted Btag at bay. Slain by hand he thought his own, Death through a treaoherouB plan; Twaa a foul, a sinful, murder By a hard and cruel man. No mercy on the hero Of many a hopoloss fight, Whose courage uovor falterod With his enemy sight.

Bravely wont he to his Hlaying, This his answer without fear: "Tho red mau gives no quarter, Takes it not when it is near His eyes grow dim with watching For his children's promised food, At last ho songht in battle For hia starving people's good. At what a cost waa victory O'er a naked, starving foo. What then was gained but sorrow By a nation's treacherous blow? When years are passing onward, Of our timo will be this talo; And within tho doBert's bosom, Will bo heard tho Indian's wail. A land is lost to freedom And ever to bondage sold, Whose grasping grood would swallow Tho whole earth for love of gold. Ring out tho charges loudly That the world may understand How a noblo race was slaughtered For a paltry space of laud.

Beat well, in a better country. Thou chief of a fallen race, Whoro no treacherous fiends shall enter Or war's ovila find a placo. Hasto onward, groat Jehovah, When all nations born in ono Shall find tho great fruition And Thy blessed will bo done. Helen MAnioN Walton. JL'NG AD Ienter'dtho forest, and summer's Bwoot breath WaB Bof as the breezo that aweops orient ground, Twas vocal with life, hot a vestige of death Was seen amid all that I witnoss'd around, While a thousand wild flower i their beauties dis play'd As my eager footsteps delightedly stray'd.

I enter'd tho forest, and summer's rich bloom Was vail'd in the garb and tho sadnoss of gloom, Tho songs wore not heard, that I hoard thoro before, The Bingers had vaniBhod, thoir miiBic was o'er, And sere leaves I saw that came down with tho Bhowers, Extend like a pall o'or tho bier of the flowers. But from that droar scene to my heart camo a voice Which bade, 'spite tho ruin, my spirit rojoice, It spoke to my sonl of a olimo in tho skies Where nothing decayeth, where naught ever dies; Then I pray'd that when freed from sorrow and fears, My form shall go down at tho cloao of its years, I may range with tho ransoni'd those groves of tho blest, Where care never enters and the weary find rest. Mark J. Be.voall. A WAT FROM THIS CHRISTJIiS SHOW.

The crust of the Christmas snow ia here, The crust of tho Chriatmas snow, And sleigh bolls aro ringing and children are singing Wherever, wherever I go. It is joyful to many, this Chriatmas time, of its ploasantand happy rbymo, But somo hearts aro laden with earthly woo, Breaking at sight of this Christmas anow. Weoping at thoughts of loved ones gone, Passed to thoir heavenly homo beyond. But that should not dampen the many below, Thoy aro glad for this Christmas snow. My heart is laden with grief and woo, I oan't be gladsome wherever I go, This cruel crust of the Christmas snow Ia chilling and killing me hero below.

I am longing for tho night to come. Longing to havo my life race run, Praying that I may shortly go Away from this chilling Christmas snow. Away to the home prepared for all Where peaco and rest I know, Whore my dear, loving parents are happy together, Away from this Christmas snow. John Samuel GnnrfiTn. A TRUE STOBI.

Ono night in November it was dreary and wet I witnessed a Bcone 1 can never forget: Two men camo out from a house that night One carried a bundle, tho other a light. Hushed was all nature, dismal tho Bight, The men seemed to linger in sorrow or fright: They both bowed thoir heads, and said with a Bight: "Todht, poor Topsy, Oh, why did you die." Slowly and sadly they dng that grave deep And laid down poor Topsy to take her last Bleep, Whon a voice o'er the fence says: "Begorraphat's that?" Both men answered briskly; "We've buried our cat." Mrs. H. Gordon WIIAT GIRLS WAHT. Wives are useful, this we all know, They fix up our lunch boforo work we go; All our old clothos with care they mend And all our money without care thoy spond.

Everything they see they want to buy And our money to spend they will try, Candy, you know, is their special Take thorn aome, ah, yon are juBt right. Wives of the period are bo different you know, Balls, parties and theaterB they want to go; They aro notaatiafied with what you spend, But your money to brothers they want you to lend. If marriage yon think of, it is surely this, If your salary is not large things are not bliss; Girls of to day don't want a home with loyo, But what thoy want is dresses and glovos. Now take the girls of Brooklyn and soo And ask them what they would like it to bo, And the answer will so quickly come: "Hats, dresses, gloves, candy and chewing gum. Georob W.

Browne. KOBC.ItT RGCNS. Bonny Robin. Idly straying o'er the fells, Or stopping by the plow tho furrowed ways With rustic labor worn dull plodding days Wrhilo at thy feet rose scent of heather bells, Thy aong rung blithely on tho breezy swells. Chance, dim foretoken of poetic bays, Fanned into flame thy miiBe, whoso Scottish laya Bore liquid melody from nativo welis.

Bleak Caledonia! Thy mggod stoeps Wake to tho echo; from the past ontleaps, Whon Ossian tuned his wildly sounding lyre. The minstrel bard, in poesy the sire. Burns thine the gnnius the spark divine Warms to the heart like beads of rarest wine. 1 Elma Folwell. AS OSLT DAUGHTER.

Ob, yes, 1 have no sister, Or obliging brother, dear, I havo no ono to quarrel with, And, neither, one to cheer. My ago is nearly thirty, And on tho list I've ran, But I wouldn't care a penny If I only bad a mau. Circe. Brooklyn Pens Which Are Tipped "With the Divine Afflatus. Some of Them Are of Merit and Most of Perusal.

Slore Than Ordinary Them Will Repay In the office where I work As a menial entry clerk. Scratching with my pen from early morn till night; My head it spins around Like a clock that's overwound To my duties they are anything butlight. If it wasn't for ono thing Ah, what comforts it does bring Chasing gloom and sorrow that, will haunt me all tho while, It's the only thing I know That will make my spirits grow much brighter thau the sunshine lis our swoot typewriter's smile. It is wonderful, indeed, How a pretty face will lead A man from business troubles that besot him day by day, How a face sublimely sweet And a figure trim and neat Will claim a man's attention and take him far away. This girl is just divine.

Thero'B not many in hor line Who have such pretty fingers to manipulate the keys. So slender, sweet and pink Do you know I often think They resemble apple blossoms sprouting outupon tho trees. Now the boss does bow and amile And dross up in gorgeous stylo, And wear a fragrant flower in the lapel of his coat. He gets shoved until ho's sora Aud his neck's as red and raw As a piece of uncooked beefsteak, or aturkoy gob ler's throat. Bnt imagine my dismay, When I heard the fellows say That the girl I called my angel is engaged now to the boss.

Ah, I've drained the bitter cup, I'm completely broken up I'll surely loso my reason now in mourning for my loss. What's this? A new surprise? Oh I can't believe my eyes, Or my oara would sound much hotter but on next Monday morn Another angel, fair, With a wealth of goldon hair, And a way that's frank and pleasing, will the other's place adorn. Tho first was a brunette Aud after all I don't regrot Seeing her forever bound with matrimonial bonds, When yiu hear the poets sing Don't you notico how thoy bring iu about the "goldon treasos?" They're moro partial to tho blondes. By jovo but ahe is cute. With a voice junt like a Into Full of tho sweetest music that a mortal over heard, And hor langh is like a brook Hid in some quiet nook With a trill that would do justice to the sweetest aingiug bird.

My dreams aro knocked as high As the stars up in tho sky. Especially this last one has completely struck mo dumb; For the girl I thought so cute, With a voice just like a lute, We only saw that Monday, after that she failed to come. Yondor Btands tho cashier's chair, But no more we'll see him thore; I feel my blood within my vains just fairly start to boil; Ho was cnto as well as rash, Appropriated all the cash And left that very night, and with the girl. Tbis last one's named Teress, And I'll bet she don't possess A tooth or even frizzes she could really oall her own. She is ancient, gaunt and tall, A mere shadow on tho wall: And you could not call her dolly unless one quite overgrown.

Her manner's cold and haughty, And sho surely must be forty. Well. I'm not prevaricating if I montion forty throe. But I'll sigh for love no longer, Now my health will bo much stronger, For, unlike her predecessors, it's completely cured me. F.

Parker, Jr. Tilt POOR. I look from my window all tho long day. For the cold wintry anow lies deep on the moor, And ever the chilly winds mournfully say: "Remember the poor, remember the poor." How little wo think when the fire burns bright, Warming the air within our own door, That many a wretched heart cries through tho night; "Remomber tho poor, romembor tho poor And yet in tho heart thero is many a grief All hid trom the world by a golden store, Which never can cry for the world's relief: "Remember the poor, remember tho poor!" God hallow the toavs that mosten mine eyes, And fill the world's heart with oharity pure, That nevor unheeded the cry may arise "Comember the poor, remember tho Mns. E.

H. Birkbeok. KEIT TEltt 6KKKTIKG 1801. As I sat in my chair ouo cold winter's night Tho flro burned brightly and shod a soft light Which danced on the wall and over my head, Whilo my eyes, growing heavy, I thought of my bed. But it seemed to my fancy, that right over there I had a companion in yonder arm chair, His face was familiar, so I folt not afraid; Ilia beard waa white as with snow over laid.

"Your name sir?" I asked, "Eighteen said, "And I bid you farewoll ero you go to your bed. Let the things of the past of my faithfulness tell; I have served you my timo aud, I trust, done it well, I cannot stay longer, the swift wheels of time Will soon bear me upward where you cannot climb. But tho' wo now part, yot again shall we meet Upon the bright pavement of yon golden stroat." With motion quite steady he rose from the ohair; His head waa bont downward as burdened with care, With footsteps quite rapid ho walked to the door Aud was gone, as if it stood open before. 1 glanced at the clock. It was just striking twelve.

I thought of tho imps who choose midnight to delve, Whon a sweet littlo voioe that soomod to draw noar. With increasing tones did resound on my ear. Then a rap on tho door, aud "Come in," I cried, But tho door did not open. Nay I it was not tried And just as the last peal was struck ou the bell That from yon distant spire the hour did tell, Quite faintly at first, but ea'ch moment moro clear, Tho form of a child in tho chair did appear. Its eyes sparklod brightly its lips were qHite red, And like a soft down was the hair on its head, Its clothes wero as white as the fresh fallen snow, And minnte by minute I could see it grow, Bechavmod by its beauty, yet nearer I drow.

When a paper pinned to it camo to my viow, "Tia a foundling," I thought, "ah! poor little thing," And I wondered what newB that papor would bring. I stooped down, unpinned and removed it with care, And opening, found it a missive most rare. The writing was grand and in letterB of gold, Aud this was ita burden, the story it teld: Vignettes of Brooklyn Beauties of the Past. Mrs. H.

B. Pierrcpont in 1800 3iss Bergen. Miss Powers in 1810 Miss Joralcmon Miss I aviula Hnrmcr In 1820 Mlss BiddaRh MIss Van Brunt in 1830 Mrs. Henry C. Hnrplijt Miss WillouEhby in 1810 Hiss Mary Tounjr.

Miss Adelade Hull in 1850 Jlrs. Saltns Miss Kate L. Parks in 18C0 Miss Alice Stevens. At the beginning of tho nineteenth contury whon Brooklyn was only a village.a young woman then residing in Now York, occasionally crossed thorivor to the town where her name was des tincd long to bo remembered. Miss Anna Maria Constable was tbo daughter of a wealthy French merchant.

Sho waa of medium stature aud rather dark complcxionod. Sho had enjoyod what were thou uncommon advantages of education. She was conspicuous in tho society of the Van RensBclaers, ltoosevelts, Schuylora, Stuyves ants, etc. In 1802 alio becamo the wife of floze kiah B. Pierreoont, who aubscqueutly bought a farm that covered a largo portion of Brooklyn heights.

Sho was the mother of ton children, and died at an advancod ago in 1850. Hawthorne might have found the original of hiapicturo of a country life brightened by the presence of an only daughter in tho case of Miss Bergen, who in 1K05 lived on a farm of which tho central point might now be indicatod as the corner of Third avenue aud Thirty third street. Hor father was Garret, known as 'Squire," Bergen, a justico of tho peace. She was of bright vivacious temperament, of brilliant complexion aud dark hair, and active outdoor exercise had promoted tho healthful, physical charm, which made her known as the beauty of the neighborhood. Sho was married to Tunis S.

Barkeloo, a playmate of her early childhood, aud was long an ornament to society. One of tho belles of 1810 was Miss Powers, daughter of Georgo Pewcrs, whoso farm bordered tho Brookyn and Flatbush turnpike, near the tollgate. Aa was the custom of tho timo, her social career did not interfere with successfully devoting borself to tho cares of tho household. At an early ago hor hand was secured by Stephen Hcndrickson, and tho couple wont to live in a cozy house, with a large garden, on what is now the lino of Thirtieth street. As illnstrating her executive energy tho story is told that, yeara afterward, when Tone of her children, a pupil of the district school, was puuiBhcd by being led through the village, wearing a dunce cap.

escorted by two other scholars, Mrs. Hendriokaon ran and toro tho cap to shreds, and, putting the escort to flight, conducted her child back to the school and indignantly robuked the teacher, who afterward changed his form of discipline. Notable among the yonng and pretty girls who in 1815 Btrolled beneath tho trees of tbo farms on tho heights was Miss Joralemon. ono of a largo family. Sho was of commanding Btaturo, with a strong intellectual face, aud was a great favorite with hor young friends.

Her engagement to Mr. Parinenus Johnson was an occasion of much congratulation throughout tho village. She was married at homo by the "Dutch dominie," and tho couple subsequently wont to live in the mansion, corner of Hicks and Baltic streets. surrounded by large grounds covered with peach and pear trees. In Guy's celebiatod pictnro of old Brooklyn, of tho date of 1840, may bo seen among many figures that of Mrs.

Harmer, with her two daugh ters. The eldest was considered especially beautiful. Lavinia Harmer was the daughter of John Harmer, an Englishman of considerable property. Ho owned a factory near the Fulton ferry, and waa also a fire warden. Lavinia was hia favorito child aud was indeed tho favorite of everybody.

She was rather abort in stature, with dark hair and eyes. The home was the center of pleusant Bociety, which includod many young men, somo comiug from New York. Of those, one camo very often to tho ultimate exclusion of all tho rest. Harmer becamo Mrs. Smith.

An undoubted hello of 1825 was Miss Middagh, one of tho well known family of that name. Sho had rosy cheeks and light hair, which she sometimes wore in cnrls. Her sparkling wit made her presenco and conversation a delight and hor companionship everywhere sought for. She becamo tho wife of Charles 0. Henshaw, npou which happy occasion a doublo wedding took place, two sisters marrying two brothers.

Both couples afterward went to live in the quaint old houses on Clark street, opposite Monroo placo. Among tho cultivated and attractive young Brooklyn women of 1830 was Miss Van Brunt, daughter of Cornelius Van Brunt, who resided on what was a part of tho "old Staats farm," on the Gowanus road. She was of a rather blonde complexion, of rounded form and features and black hair. A liberal oducation had qualified her to do credit to her Dutch anceBtry iu suoh society as that of the Schoonmakerii, the Pol hemuscs aud othor loadiug familios of tho neighborhood. She was at onco rocoguized aa a hello in the circles whoro she moved.

Sho became the second wife of Mr. Thomas Goiu Tallmadgc, who was elected major in 1845. Among the society leadors of 1835 was Misj Amelia Greenwood, daughter of Richard Greenwood. In that year she married Henry C. Murphy, then a rising young lawyer.

Her complexion was dark, her form rather slender and her eyes dark. The ever increasing prominence of husband made the young couple much sought for. Their homo was in ono of tho oupola houses on Washington street and afterward in a villa at Bay Ridge, overlooking tbo bay. Many a social circle of Brooklyn wa3 once graced by tho presenco of Miss Willoughby, (laughter of Samuel Willoughby, who, in 1840, livorl in the old homostead on the street boariug Ids own name. It wae afterward burned on the 4th of July.

Mias Willoughby waa a womau of beautiful figure, florid complexion, bright eyes and vivacious disposition. Destined to bo a quoon of society, sho married Mr. Edward Piorro pont, a graduato of Yalo collego in tho class of 18.1U, who subsequently became minister to Eng. land. They now resido in New York.

Among figures familiar to Brooklyn drawing rooms in 1845 was that of Miss Mary Young, daughter of Henry Young, a rich Now York merchant who lived in tho cupola mansion on Pierrepont street, ncarHicUs. Miss Young's dark hair was occasionally worn in ringlots. Roarod amid affluence and leisure, cultivated and polished, hor education waa completed by European travel. Sho married Mr. Henry W.

Barnes and ho moved to East Seventeenth street. New York city, where alio still resides, a widow, with tivn children. Miss Adelaide Hull's classic features and figure were often likened to a Greek cameo. She dwelft in 1850 on the hoights. Universally acknowledged as a beauty, Bhe was educated atthe Brooklyn female academy, where she way graduated with high honors.

She was rather tall in stature, of dark hair and blonde complexion. After pasB ing several winters in society sho was married to Mr. Charles Jewett, of Stateu Island, where, with a family of children, thoy uow reside. Among the most adniirod belles of 1855 was Miss Minnie Saudford, daughter of Rollin Sand ford, who lived on the corner of Pierrepont and Henry streets. Sho was of a symmetrical figure, fine color and had a remarkable wealth of hair.

She married Mr. Nicholas Saltus, a man of wealth and position, the ceremony boing par. formed by tho Hev. Dr. Cox, in tho Henry street Presbyterian church.

After a brilliant reception the newly wedded pair sailed for England. Later Mrs. Saltus inherited a large fortuno from hor grandfather. Husband and wife some years afterward died, leaving two children. The Kistino madonna in the year 1800 furnished many Brookl jn peoplo with a comparison for Miss Kate L.

Parks, who lived on Honry street, near Joralemon. She was edncatod at a convent. She was of commanding stature, with light brown hair and a line, thoughtful face. Sho was conspicuous in society and mado soveral visits abroad, being everywhere recognized. In 187'J she became the wife of Count DeMousBelye and, with two boautiful children, a son and daughter, resided in a villa near Paris.

Quintilian said of thglcst statno of Athena that "its beauty Boems to havo added reverence even to religion itself." Something liko this might once have been said of Miss Alico Stevens, (laughter of Horatio Stevens, a merchant of Now York, whom 180.5 lived on Henry stroot, on tha heights. She was a celebrated boauty of society both at home and elsewhere, with a pale, patrician face, clear cut nnd cold. Sho becamo tho wife of Frederick Kitching and went to reaido at Tarrytowu, on the Hudson, whore tho sunshino of life was clouded by the death of her husband. She now lives on Btuten Island. Tourist (in southern Missouri) Do people have malaria here? Native Yaas, most of 'em.

TouristWhat do they do for it? Native Waal, most of 'em die. ffenern! Manager, One of Tolstoi's Less BrillieLnt and Powerful Boolts. A Comedy or Luxury nnd Spiritual ism Tho Talleyrand Memoirs The Wedse. l)r. Porker's Popular Bible Notes.

It Is vain to try to depreciate Tolstoi's intellectual force and penetration whother it is to be cullea genius or not. He can only discredit it himself, da when ho dropa to tedious Icoinmon placoB without point. HiB fanaticism I does not diminish it in tho least. But hiB critical passion BometimcB does, through excess of realistic detail. Mr.

Benjamin R. TuoUor, Botston, has Given another fillip to publio interest lin Tolstoi br following up hia unfortunate, thouifeh power fnl, "Kreutzor Sonata" with a now ami far infe fcrior emanation of his fertilo Russijan mind, this time in the lino of tame comedy anfl tasteless satire. "The Fruits of Culture" is such A comedy, in four acts, translated by George Sehiiiinn). It is devoted to tho exhibition, bo commop with the writer, of the ill effects of bloated lanldholding, luxury and idlonesB among rich Rubs lans, with tho addition of an oxposure of a not ncommon fad with them, Spiritualism. A wealt by officer and land owner in tho story, SvWlinzeff, takes this imposturo, we aro told, into his family and people with stories of its as sorted wondorj.

His wife, stout and bUU bloom intr, cares more for hor reputation for Vouth, for the conventionalities and for her doctor than for her husband or his hobby. Their daughter Botox, though wearing eyoglasses, flirts aud laughs freely. 'The son, a briofloss lawyer, is attached to racing, bicycle and dog breeding cljabs and is by turns, it is Baid. gloomy and inordinately gay. Thero is a lean, raatlesB, smoking profeaBor, of qniot manners changing to a contemptuous re Borvo toward those who do not agree ritli him.

Tho physician is called corpulent, rudjdy, Want and self oomplaoont. Maria Konstajntinovna, another character, is a student with tyangs and other modern toilet devices and both 'timid and insinuating. Thoro is a philologist wiho bosido science lends himHelf to promoting dances among poor girls, for which thero is a society; a ppnderous, monotonous baroness; a princess, a lady of tho world, who is a guest in the SvesdiuzejT family; her daughter, who represents high sooiety in the faoo making way; a superannuated duchess with false hair and teeth; other titled and official men and women, ono of tho latter a Bmoker: servants who havo thoroughly learned all thai tolly and vices of their superiors, leaving tho'ir virtues alone, and pedants of small substance, ono an ex aldernian of his town, who aspirea to associate with those above him socially. The) ro is also a mind reader, of a strong Hebrew tyijie. These preliminary characterizations given, reader lias really tho most interesting portion of the whole performance, for, with the exception of some smart flirtation among the servants, tho action of the piece is tame, whothor in the scones which the peasants are shown as striving to ))uy inoro land to eke out a living, or in thoso in which modinmistic performances figure, or in pho affairs generally of kitchen peoplo and coun try bumpkins' which aro obtruded npon tho reader.

There is more commonplace detail than wit in the seances, to which the servants and peasants are admitted, to listen to dicussiona by "tb quality" of hypnotism as well as Spiritualism, n'hioh arc made pedantic enough in phrase for a mild take off. The travesty of tho attendant per: irinances or tricks is equally circumstantial but hardly more interesting, oven though tho peasants get from Svesdinzoff tho land they seek.) through tho adroitness of his daughter and her! maid, ho name young women that assist in the im poBture, and though one of those, Tama, tho chambermaid, gots a peasant husbaijid at tho same time, and thus completes tho author's partiality for peasant rights. Tricky J'allormiod. Tho personal memoirs of such a political and diplomatic soldier of fortuno as Talloyirand, tho priest, bishop, enforced revolutionist, minister of state to Napoleon, refugee and again liuccesefal politician and man of society, aro a noliablo publication oven in theBe days of literary kinds and revelations. But the publication of them is to be doled out, in English at loaot, in a truo money making, if not popularly effective, style.

The January Century Magazine has pven the first installment of them in translation, with a very telling introduction by Minister Whito law Iteid. But no introduction need expoot a very thorough reading where the very quality of so active, supple and fertile a mind as that of Talleyrand is to be tasted at first hand, by plunging into the autobiographical matter Vfhich follows, concerning tho childhood, youth and early manhood experiences of tho man wjritten of. Whether Talleyiaud'3 natural quickneiiB and variety of mind prepared for him the very points of view from whieli ho saw European affairs in church, staio and society at tho meeting of two centuries of great development moro thoroughly than others, he certainly possessed jboth tho qualities and the opportunity, Nothiuff hindered his willingness or ability to mix in affairs of stato of all kinds, however dark, dan gerons or bloody, neither moral scruple, eqne amishuous of sentiment, nor humanitarian impulse. Hia ethical insensibility in fact has disore lited very generally what bo has had to say to tho world of himself and his times, and tho coming memoirs can hardly satisfy tho public love df historic truth anymore thoroughly. But taken with this large grain of salt thoy promise to be very fascinating reading.

And one thing may bo borne lu mind as to their truthfulness or untruthfulness. Howover their author may have inherited the in ttinct for and contracted habits subtle misrepresentation for the practical, purposes of life, it is supposablo, at loast, ihat when done with practical publio life lie might like to have a little frank intercourse with his fellow men. Ho is not thouj t' to have cared enough about reputation to lie for it when no other object was left to lie for. Bosid that, a liar pure and simple has not tho intellectual fiber for such political and diplomatic achievements as marked Talleyrand's caroer of negotiation and administration. But on this subject the succeeding numbers of tho Century will afforijl more internal evidence to falsify or corroborate the very low opinion tho world has long held of Talleyrand's philosophy as weil as truthfulness.

What the memoirs will thero have to say of Napoleon will certainly need to be more candiil and disinterested than his remarks in thi January number on two names tho world will hardly surrender to detraction, thoso of Washington and Lafayette. Not being admitted to Washington's society, when in America, ho choose. to make only a slurring montion of him, and, as if to further dopraoiata the foremost man of all. tho Western world at the time, he takes pains to magnify in a fulsome way the character, talents and fame of Hamilton, by whom ho Bucccodei in being received. As to Lafayette, Talleyrand is more distinctly and elaborately unfair to Washington, seeing in him intellectual inferiority as a public man, but nut tho courage, honesty and patriotism which history has ucoorded to him.

Thus it must be admitted that the memoirs open unfavorably for their writer, even with the most indulgent public taste, and seom at present more likely to deepen a sentiment of rfopugnanco and contempt for the author's Gallio levity and his innocence of all conscience than to enhance the impression of his rare abilities. But none the less the public curiosity is as yet u'aabatod to see what this man of almost unprecedented opportunities in tho affairs of tho French revolution and of tho first empire and of equally exceptional powers of adaptation to thorn will further Bay of his contemporaries. Of events thero is not bo much to be expected. The author has already sounded the note of exaggerated porsoaalism and is not likely to vary it. No tea.

Volume 13 of Dr. Joseph Parker's "Peoplo's Biblo" is announced by Funk Wagnalls, New York. It is on tho book of "Proverbs." Tho almost world old proverb of tho ant is expanded by tho author into "A Secular Sermon on Foresight," and that on false weights represents the Lord watching "on both sides of the counter'' to enforce tho religion of commercial honesty. Pagan proverbs aro also admitted ino'considera tion, tho Hindoo, the African, Russian, Chinese, tSpinish, Italian, Scotch and others. In Bhort, Dr.

Parker, like Dr. Talmago and other popular preachers, is finding that Christian churches havo no monopoly of religious and othical truth, and that comparative religion and theology, pursued in a spirit of religious courtes. may yet bring mankind to much unity in belief and practice, whilo trado and commerco unifies their speech. The trial of Rov. noward MacQuoary is likely to provo an excellent if advertisement of a new edition of his book, "Tho Evolution of Man and Christianity," to be published immediately by tho Appletons.

It will havo a new preface answering his critics and restating his viows on some important points. There is no OLD CHALK'S REMINISCENCES. The True Story of the Old Eckford Club. The JTeraia of last Sunday, January 11, 1891, had a chapter of history connected with the Eckford social club of the eastern district of Brooklyn, which I beg to take exception to in one rospect. The articlo states that "tho Eckford olub's true history begins eleven years bofore." That is, before it became what it is now; and then the writer goeB on to depcribo the club's organization as follows: "A band of young shipbuilders, working on tho New York dry docks aud living in Williamsbnrgh and Greeapoint, were its pioneers.

Base ball, though Dot tho national game at that day we had no national gamo until base ball was evolvod, was fast rising into popularity and the times of professionalism were oommcucing. Franli Pidgeon, the father of professional base ball, was the mijving spirit of tho shipbuilders, and under his (guidance in 1854 a nine waB organized which becamo a mighty power in its timo. It waa callod the Eckford base ball club, in compliment to ono John Eckford, a mister builder of the docks." Now the above is the portion I take exception to on account of the gross inacouracy iu the alleged facts it contains. In the first place, professional ball playing was unknown lu the days of the early history of the Eckford olub, when Frank Pidgeon was its master Bpirit, and as for the veteran being the "father of professional ball playing," he was ono of its most bitter opponents, as waa that other veteran of those days, his special friend. Peter O'Crieu of tha Atlantic club.

Frank would have nothing to do with the Eckford club when its nine became professionals, as they did iu tho sixties. Hero is a graphic Btory of the first victory Bcored by the old Eckford club's nine in the fifties, as told by Frank Pidgeon himself, which will bo read with interest by the memberBOftho existing Eckford social olub if 1801. Frank told hiB story in this way: "A year ago last August that was in 1850. a small number of young mei of that part of tho city known as 'tho island' formed themselves into a clnb for the purpose of enjoying base ball. Being shipwrights and mechanics, ire could not mako it convenient to practice more than once a week; and wo labored under tho impression that want of practice and the small number of men wo had from which to select our nine would make it almost impossible for us to win a match if we engaged in one.

However, wo willing to do tho best wo could if some club would give ua an invitation to play. Bnt, alaB, no Buch invitation came, and wo began to seriously doubt if wo were worth tatting notice of. "Still, we had Borne merry times among ourselves; wo wouW forget business and everything else on Tuesday afternoons, go out on tho green fields, don our ball suits and go at it with a rush. At such times wo were boys again. Such sport as this brightens a man and improves him both in raind and body.

After longing for a match, yet so dreading (not a defeat wo wero sure of that) a regular we finally.through sheer desperation, expressed a wish to play the winnerB in the match botween tho Baltic and Union. 'clubB of Morris anis. "The Union won and Biguiflad their willingness to play us. Well, we had got whjat we wanted a match; and then, what why, wo should have to do tho best wo could. Tho day came at last on which wo wero to meet the conquerers of the Baltic; and nine determined but badly scared men.

whistling to keep up their spirits, might have been Been wending their way to the Red house. It would bo difficult to describe ttie Bensations we felt that day such an intense dpire to win and anch a dread of defeat Wo knijw that, if badly beaten, we could never succeed building up a club. Many of our friend would not go to see the match becanso they did not wiah to witneas our defeat. "But the game. 'Wo pullod off! our coata and rolled up our we atooil up to tho rack, bnt wero very norvoua first appearance ou any stage.

Our first man took the ttit: tipped out great donondenco placed on him, Good heaven! how unfortunate Next man got scared; caught out. No use trying to win. Do i however. Steady I beys, steady I tho ball a regular crusher. Oi pe best we can.

Third man gave la desporate yell burst from eight throats and I pi not sure that the Btriker did not yell with the (est. First base. go it I Second base, como up I again I Stay there! stay thero I Another fortuuato strike; man on third base got home. Glory I one run. Oh I how proud the Eckford club wrlre at that run, Some ran to the umpire's boolt to see how it looked on paper.

"Tho inning: ended with three runs for the Eckford. Tho Union took the ball and mada two runs. Could it be possible? Wd could scarcely oolievo it. We did the beat wo could to keop our end up. and by that means we oy erdid the mat ter, and the result was: Eckford, Union, 8.

AbontT o'clock that evening nine peacocks might have been seen on tbeir way homo with tail feathers spread. Our friends ere astonished as well as onrselveB, and all felt rejoiced at tho result." Tho first time I saw the Eckfords play on tho old Manor hoviBO grounds was 'in tho fifties. Frank Pidgeon was tho pitcher aud Ed Brown the catcher. Al Reaoh was the first baseman, Lamphior second and Beacii, I tliuk, was third base, or McCntcheon. Johnny Gijum waa short stop, and Manolt, John Snyder aud Billy Brown were in tho outfield.

The Atlaritica were the Eckfords' opponents that day and I remember Pidgeon telling hii players to forget that they were playing the Atlantics. "Just think you havo somo ordinary club as your opponents, boys, and then you'll play with confidence." But they couldn't get tho idoa out of thoir (heads, apparently, and tho result was that they wore almost beaten at the start. Afterward Ed Brown went to the Mutuals and Waddy Beach caught for tho Eckfords. Brown beoame the crack base runnor of tho day ou tho Mutual nine. Frank Pidgeon and Tom Van Cott were the crack pitchers the period aud it would bo hard to find two greater growlers than they wore.

When tho Eckfords played tho Gothams it was fun to hear these two pitcbcrB go for each other. Frank Pidgeon, Tom Van Cott, Matty O'Brien and Tom Dakin were tho strategic pitchers of the period and they tossed in good balls for that time. All aro dead and gone, Frank being killed by a railroad accident. How the good old amateur days come over one when one writes about them. Old Chalk.

tablisUed they aro arranged, no far as. their clasa rooms are concerned, in a fashion which calls for no criticism at the hands of tho most advanced students of sanitary scienco. It is now regarded as the duty of the city not only to educate, but to take every possible precaution looking to the preservation of the health of its pupils. Formerly the dominant idea waa to furnish seats. With the elocution of this idoa nothing was allowed to interfere.

Tho scholars were packed like sardines and room for them was found in places adapted toanything but tho purposes to whioh thoy were devoted. All that has changed. The board of education has recognized the fact that there is plenty of room in Brooklyn, and that thoro is not the same inexorable necessity for eoonomy in the matter of space as there is on the other side of the East river. Whilo the number of BeatB has gone on increasing, the space sot apart for eaoh pupil has gone on increasing also until it has now reached a point which would be thought extravagant by the educators of a vory few years ago. Provision has been made to give the scholar not only fresh air, but not less than a given number of cubio feet of it.

So mnoh attention has been paid to tho matter of ventilation that there is in few buildings in Brooklyn air as pure as that which is breathed in ita publio schoolB. Warmth and atmospheric impurity do not necessarily go hand in hand. Tho temperature is regulated with almost absolute exactness, and precautions are now so well taken that vitiated air is immediately carried off. Tho school which has just been opened cost abont $75,000. It is really an addition to No.

35, and its erection was rendered necessary by tho rapid growth of the locality in whioh it is situated Lewis avenuo and Decatur street. In tho rear of the old school tho board of education purchased an additional frontage of 100 feot on Decatur street for about $10,000. The capacity of tho old Bchool was represented by 1,300 scholars, aud the attendanoo upon it had already been somewhat relievdd by the establishment of a branch on Herkimer street. A little over a year ago plans for tho new bnilding were prepared by Superintendent of Construction Naughton. At that time it was intended that the now structure should bo devoted to the accommodation of pupils of tho primary grades, bat later on it was concluded that it would belter Berve the purposes of a grammar school, 'and the arrangements were modified accordingly.

The pupilB of tho grammar school have, therefore, been transferred from tho old sobool. The new school forms a and it haa a frontage of 06 feet. It rnna back 100 feet. On all throe floors the classrooms are isolated, bnt ou the npper floor tho rooms aro ao arranged that the partitions between four of them can be thrown open, thus affording abundant room for a general assembling of tho scholars. The entrances include four broad Btairways.

They aro of iron and aro in brick stair houses, thus affording amplo and well protected moans of exit iu case of fire. Tho front of the bnildiug is of terra cotta brick with brown stone trimmings. The basement story is of Lake Superior stono, rock faced. Tho corners are surmountod by oiroular towers, carried high enough abovo the general level of tho roof to bo quite ornamental, the turrets doing excellent service as ventilating shafts. The architecture cannot be said to belong to any definite school.

It is a mixture without any very aa liont features, but running far onough in tho direction of the ornamontal to give tho school a very attractive appearance. No sacrifices in this direction, howover, havo been made at the expense of utility. Tho idoa of tlto designor haa been to avail himsolf of all the most desirable features of every scnool iu the city as far as possible and to avoid, so far as appearance is concerned, the inevitable monotony which usually makes ouo school look almost like an exact duplicate of another. There aro certain respects, thorefore, in which tho new edifice differs from all other Brooklyn schoojs, a circumstance which, of course, involves no reflection whatever on the rest of Brooklyn's educational institutions. Eaoh classroom is lighted by at least three windows, tho windows, in a majority of instances, being clustered.

Tho board of education knows the new school as No. 82, but the tablet over tho main entrance bears only the inscription, "Publio School," and just what number will be subsequently engravod upon it has not j'et been determined. The system of ventilation ia especially elaborate and complete. Tho sobool is heated on what is called tho indirect plan; that is to say, cold air is forced in from the outside, heated, and then distributed through tho school. Thero are, it is true, in aome parts of tho building ordinary steam heaters, but thoy are intended for only occasional use.

They aro placed in thoso parts of tho school which are, so to speak, most inaccessible to hot air, and they aro to be used on very cold mornings to bring tho temperature promptly up to a dosirablo altitude. Having subserved this purpose, the steam will bo turned off and the hot air alone relied npon. Fans bring in the cold air.which passes over radiators and thence into the Mamma (from tho next room, hearing a suspiciously sibilant noise, followed by a scream) What was that, Agnes? Mr. Sissy (who lisps, but is equal to tho occasion) That wath a mouth; it thtartled Mith Agnoth. Mamma (who has been young herself Yes: I thought it was.

Don't do it agaiu, please Life. 1.