The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-01

When meeting bells began to toll,
And pious folk began to pass,
She deity tied her bonnet on.
4Ihe little souer meeting lass,
All in her neat. white-curtained room, before
her tiny looklng-glass.
So nicely, round her lady cheeks,
She smoOthed her bands OF glossy hair,
And innocently wondered if
Her Bonnet did not make her fair;
Then sternly child her foolish heart for har-
boring such fanctes there.
So square she tied the satin strings.
ard set the bows beneath her chin
Then smiled to see how sweet she looked;
Then thought her vanity sin,
And she must put such thoughts away before
the sermon should begin.
But sitting meath the preached word,
Demurely, in her father pew,
She thought about her bonnet still
Yes, all the parsons sermon throu. h
About its pretty bows and buds, which better
than the text she knew.
Yet sitting there with peaceful face,
The reflex Of her simple soul.
She looked to be very saint
And maybe was one, on the whole
Only that her pretty bonnet kept away the
aureole.
Mary t. Wilkins in St. Louis Republic
The ks, a young pair, saws the New
inserting the opening wedge into the
closed oyster shell of society in a certain
city had an uncomfortable experience at
their first attempt at a very "smart" din
ner. They had been successful in getting
together number of desirable people.
The rooms were charming; the table was
perfect with its array OF exquisite nap
cry, glittering silver and costly porcelain,
and all promised to 90 off with the great
oct egla n no
came aware of unt comfortably long waits
between the soup and FISH and the first
entree. The last, however, was served
and eaten, and then followed a tremen-
dous pause. Mr.. and Mrs. X, une-
quail to the occasion, betrayed their I'M
easiness and want of SAY Dir of taire by
trying to act as if nothing was unusual;
while the guests, conscious that some
thing was wrong, cndea ored to keep up
a general conversation with more or less
success. Then another course came on,
which was cold and badly cooked, and so
the dinner proceeded, dragging its inter-
minable length, until the last ice was
served and the tired-out people took leave
of their discounted hosts, pleading after
dinner engagements as an excuse for not
lingering.
WHAT do you think happened at the
ks last nights' said a gossip who
following evening al a dance. why,
there chef was HORRIBLY drunk, and they
knew it all the while. He held the
lzitchenmaids at bay. barriCaded the
door and handed out the dishes as he
liked, swearing all the while like
trooper. Of course, such contretemps
might happen to any one who has
Gordon bieu; but If it had occurred 10 any
one of US, we would have told our guests
al o71f IL and made a iOEa of the whole
matter. But it was too deadly serious
with the POOR ks; they evidently
thought their best plan was to hush the
matter up and act as ii nothing had
happened. bearing with silent fortitude
the ignominy Of having given the worst
cooked and worst-served dinner of the
season"
Sunday night teas, says the New York
Times, are form of social entertainment
that is in increasing vogue at this season.
1t is the one opportunity for the housewife
with a fine old table to display her treas
ure. and it's polished surface is literally
the foundation as it is the chief care in
placing her feast. The new old-silver de-
signs for flower bowls relieve dishes, and
tea and chocolate pots are much liked for
these teas. ana pillar candlesticks, alter
mating with tall vases holding spike Of
lilies or bunch OF datfodils, are also
favorite accessories. There is no meal
setting richer or more tremendously eff
fective than a fine old mahogany table laid
with cobweb plate dollies and center
cloths. and furnished with shiny sill yer,
glittering crystal, and delicately-beautiful
china.
Many hostesses, in their care for the
polish of their tables, set a handsome
plate at each place that is not removed.
tl,o MO 70 Of an oh gi1ccadiuo course hpiuO