Year: 1875

"'"nu'a'uers leet one winter evening.


Pooh, pooh, child you shouldn't asl


such foolish question: said Grandp,


more than half embarrassed, old as h,


was at the bare idea of trcading on for


hidden ground. Sensible people dom


talk about such things2"


But Grandpa" said Clara smiling


archly into his face, you know Tn uo


sensible bit, I'm only your,"little goose,


for you call me SO every day of your life
and | don't think it all foolish tc


want to know all about things. You are
always saying how much the world is i'm,
proving and progressing, and 1 want to
see if courtship has progressed too I"


well Clara, l don't believe there has


much advance made in that line, for as
lar as L can learn courtship has been the
same in all ages. lis circumstances that
change. 1t matters but little whether
the savage knocks down his intended with
club, or whether the civilized admirer
steals his through the basement while
ner mother is asleep. In either case they
DO not intend to hurt, and the one wants
to be knocked down and the other wishes
to be stolen, but the Rail Road car is a
more polite way of carrying her off, than
Juggling her away on the shoulder! You
see Clara, the turkey spreads his tale
and strutted around proudly in the depths
OF the forest five hundred years ago pre-.
ciSely as he does now in the old barn
yard, and the hens admired him lust as
much. The Rcbln then sat on the tails
lest tree carolIing and singing his best
and sweetest notes to call and attract his
mate just as he does now. The doves
had as much billing and cooling to do five
hundred years ago as they have to>day.
and even the dull Ass FIVE thousand years
ago could stand on the mountains bluT
and rival Gabrielle with his angels (?).
music to charm his mate upon neigh
boring hill, and she was as ever ready to
answer his gallant and irresistible cali.


l do not Fee as it makes any difference
whether they are intoduced or intoduce
themselves whether it is printers ink or
the call of the whippoor>will. Whether
1t is the flute of the lover. or the chirp Of
the cricket, when the conditions are ia,
yorablo" or the sPiritualists say. Every
thing else must give away, and the
twain become one flesh A, glance
from the eye of the beloved, a touch of
the hand, even tho sound of the boot
steps was as soul-thrilling fve,hundred
years ago as they are to-day, and each
couple did their own courtiug in their
own peculiar manner, just as you will
have to do yours Clara, without any help
from your old Grandpa"


'But Grandpa, dear, couldn't you lust
tell me how you cour.ed Grandma. That
would be scrap of real history and
would answer my question all in nut
SHE'LL"


A faint tinge of red stole into Gran
pas withsred check, and up into the edge
of bis soft white hair, as his eye turned |
with a loving glance to the picture of
a fair young girl hanging in an old-fasb.
Toned frame upon the wall just opposite
the old mans chair in which he was sit.
ting. How we'll he remembered it'll
Twas just forty years ago that very day
that the great painter had brought it to
them fresh from his easel on the first an.
nlversary of their wedding day, and not a
single day since bad ever passed without
his sitting In that same old chair facing
its sweet presence. The Girl had grown
10 be comely matrvn ard the mother Of
falr and virtuous daughters, and noble
and manly sons. Then old age had sto.
len gently upon her, and one year ago
'he had folded her bands and passed away
IN a quiet sleep leaving Grandpa all alone
with this one Crand-child as his deft
little housemaid and loving comparion.


"Come, come Graudpal What are
you studying SO long about" said Clara
1t last breaking the silence that had fal,
en- upon them,


II was only thinking of Aud Lang
'yne child, but see it is nine o'clock and
'ou must go to bed"


Yes, Grandpa but you haven't told
ne yet"
"NO! but It's too late now, so goodnight
)eary and go and dream it out"


For we are the same our fathers have


been A
We see the same sights that our fathers


have seen
Ne drink the same stresu,, and see the


same sun


Ind run the same course that our faith.