Morning journal and courier., 1893-11-18

almost entirely ruined, while of the cotton crop very small proportion will be saved. This means that beside the present loss there Is no hope for the future unless the people are supplied with seeds and fertil- izers in the spring, as they have no means of buying without moItgagiug the land. So charity must continue its kindly minis trations and help these brave and patient people to stand upon their feet again. The North, so far, has bsen their klpdest friend, their most generous bsnefactor, and 1t may be that through her their fields may smile again with plsnteous harvest
 One of Miss Bsrton's assistants is Dr. J. B. Habbell, a true Red Cross knight, prud- ent, learned and experienced. He was the man to whom the delivery of grain to Rus sis was intrusted; he has sided the.suffer- CTS from the Mississippi floods, from the Michigan fires, and from the plague at fsver-stricken Jacksonville. The field nurse, John Macdonald, seerns to be man of great ability, with rare faculty for planning, and unlimited vigor. As for Miss Barton, we may well bs ashamed of our ignorance if we do not know somewhat of her life and it's splendid achievements. This latest enterprise Is not the least of them, since it brings hope and life itself to these hapless victims of raerciless elemental war. As says Nr. William E. Christian, who has been making tour of the Sea Islands, ''Olara Barton Is standing, with the grace of charity, on the soripk of the sea receiving, in Christ's name, with one hand and giving with the other. America may well look upon the picture and cay that it is good"
 ANEW NAkE FOR IT.
 What an oddly original expression is that which the connection of ideas has inspired in the active mind of my very youthful neighborl Not confusion of ideas, be it noted, from which arises so many of the children's dro,l sayings, such as this one:
 "What Is conscience" asked the teacher.
 "An inward monitor," answered the small boy.
 "Yes. And what Is a monitola"
 "An iron clsdi"
 No, this has regular sequence of ideas leading up to logical conclusion. When this little maid complained, one day not long ago, of pains in the lively little legs that had taken so many needless steps-as the legs of all young creatures do from sheer delight in action-she was told that they were only growing pains." This statement she mediIeted upon at her leis-
 
 turn to her home she proceeded to enlight- en her mother on the subject.
 "Mamma," che asked, ''do you know what Is the matter with mel"
 "No, dear. What is ita"
 ''Ive got the Size diseasel" triumphant ly announced my very youthful neighbor
 And isn't that just as good name as the other!
 GOOD REASON.
 A reply as apt ss it is honest was that given bya little girl to a question pro- pounded at public examination not long ago. The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals had offered prizes to children for essays upon given subjects connected with their work. This little girl was one of the prize winners, and after the distribution of rewards, was, with the other successful competitors, undergoing an oral examination.
 "Well, my dear," said the gentleman who had awarded the prizss, "csn you tell why 1t is cruel to dock horses tails and trim dogs' esrsa"
 "Becsuse," answered the child, "what God has joined together let no man put ssunder."
 Who shall say that she had not the right of it9 Not the poor, mutilated animals, surely, nor their best and most apprecis- tive human frienda. HILARY.