Morning journal and courier., 1888-02-15

1 words which lovers love to hear as they wan 1 der together in shady woodland paths; h. l fondled it softly, ,an' we caught the rhythmic l dreamful notes of the lullaby which tho l mother croons to the babe whom she swings gently to and fro as the sun rolls westward l on summer day; he reused it with martial command ,an' it belched forth the wild grand music of war, inspirin' men to brave deeds an celebratin' the victories by heroes fought an won.
 But it was when J. Hofmann looks at the peano in a careless sort of way, as if to say he really doesn't know whether he will play or go on an swing in the hammock, that he doss his fancy work. When he gets in that frame O mind he plays what they call a Romance" an that is about as good a name for it as any. He begins by mesmer- izin' both the peano and the audience, an although he is such an alfred little chap, he does it as easily as ever Ole Bull showed up Moses in Egypt j" on one string. Then you begin to feel sort of intoxication stealin' over you. The lights grow dinner an dinner. The faces of those about you become faint and vague in feature an outline. You are drifting on an invisible stream, or aaoat in an atmos- phere spiced with the fragrance of violets, an filled with the caressin' melody of some mysterious song. The world seems far away an life dream. Vaguely, only half con sciously, you ask yourself whether this is the result of opinion or of champagne-the downy drowsiness. the restfulness, the wierd, unreal, spiritual exaltation of it all. The spell is broken gently-almost as gen. tly as daylight comes to the sleepin' world. The music simply dies Of its own ecstasy thats allan then, with 8 long, deep sigh filled at once with joy an regret, we find ourselves face to face with the worlds realities But J. Holman nc longer seemed such an all fired little chap. He was giant an the only thing that disappointed me was that he didn't pick up the peano an take it with him when the show was over.
 Capturing a schoolma'am.
 From the Boston Courier.l
 "Yes," said the young man as he threw himself at the feet of the pretty school teach CT, 'tI love you and would go to the worlds end for you"
 "You could not go to the end of the world for me, James. The world, or the earth as it is called, is round like ball, slightly flat tened at the poles. One of the first lesson in the elementary geography is devoted to the shape of the globe. You must have studied it when you were boy"
 'Of course I did, but"
 "And it is no longer theory. Circum- navigators have established the fact"
 1T know, but what I meant was that I would do anything to please you. An! Min erva, if you knew the aching void"
 "There is no such thing as a void, James. Nature abhors vacuum; but admitting that there could be such thing, how could the void you speak of be void if there was an ache in it?'
 'T meant to say that my life will be lonely without you; that you are my daily thought and my nightly dream. would go any where to be with you. If you were in Australia or at the North Pole would fly to you. T."
 "Flyl It will be another century before mea can fly. Even when the laws of grav- itation are successfully overcome there will still remain, says late scientific authority, the difficulty of maintaining balance-''
 'FWell, at all events" exclaimed the youth, ''I've got pretty fair balance in the savings bank and I want you to be my wife. There!"
 "Well, James, since you put it in that light, l."
 Let the curtain fall.