The action, however, is somewhat tame; yet the writer has, How to Study Phrenology: With Hints on Coöperative This is the title of a pamphlet specially prepared for the The outline of "First Principles" supplies the reader with the name and definitions of the organs of the brain, and brief expositions of the functional relations of the several faculties in the action of the mind. Over forty illustrations add their interest to the text. Price, in paper, only ten cents. Angele's Fortune. A Story of Real Life. By ANDRE many sections of the West, of the preexistence upon this continent of a once remarkable people, and whose identity has since become extinct. Throughout many portions of Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, and Wisconsin, and especially along the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers have been found, at various times, mounds systematically constructed, which upon examination have shown numerous traces of remains, such as arrow-heads, spear-heads, rimmers, knives, spades, hatchets, pendants, gorgets, pipes, shuttles, wands, etc., also skeletons of a race of people whose peculiarities denote a superiority over any of such as we have any recognized authentic data for. Who these Mound Builders were and what became of them, is an interesting question, and very many theories have been advanced in solution of the vexed problem. President MacLean, in his work on "The Mound Builders," gives a very full and rational account of the people, together with an investigation into the archæology of Butler County," Ohio. The work is illustrated with over one hundred engravings of these mounds, enclosures, implements, etc., and accompanied with a map showing the location of all the earth works in that copy. In addition, it contains important discoveries never before recorded, such as "Ancient FireBeds," "The Method of Planning as Pursued by the PreHistoric Engineers," etc., together with many other interesting features bearing-ups this novel and instructive subject. To those therefore who manifest y interest in the subject of archæology, the contribution of President MacLean must prove a valuable auxiliary, and as such we feel assured it will be treated. Philadelphia Society of Artists.-The first annual exhibition of the Philadelphia Society of Artists, lately held at the Academy of Fine Arts, was in every way a success. It was the finest display of American art ever seen in this city, and comprised about three hundred and sixty paintings, etchings, sculpture, and engraving. The pictures were well hung, in a good light. H. Q. Hyneman's "Desdemona," from the Paris salon of 1879, had the place of honor in the large gallery. The figure is life size, and is posed in a Angele's Fortune" is looked upon by all French critics as the strongest and most dramatic of Theuriet's novels. In it the love making is charming, and done with great delicacy, for Andre Theuriet is an artist. He fascinates profoundly, and does not confine himself, as is his custom, to pictures of provincial life, but gives us a glimpse of Paris, its theatres, and its streets. We watch the heroine from begin-heavily carved chair. Her hands are tightly clasped at her ning to end with unabated interest. Her pretty follies amuse and interest at first, but at the end they give us the heartache; while the mother, at once weak and energetic, is a character almost new in fiction. "La Genevraie," the gay adventurer, heartless and yet not altogether selfish, is a French Micawber, while the hero, the poet, and lover of luxury, is so uncomfortably well done that we feel that he was drawn from life. The story is most admirably told, and as to the translation, it is only necessary to say that it is one of Mrs. Sherwood's to ensure its success. sides, her head bends downward, and every line of her face is full of mental suffering. The moment seized by the artist is that which followed Othello's outburst of jealousy. The figure is a model of female loveliness; the eyes seem wet with tears, and the trembling lips quiver with emotion. Thomas B. Craig had several works on exhibition. One of these, "Sunday Morning in Rockland County," is a study of an old stone church nearly obscured by trees, with a landscape in the distance. A few horses and carriages stand near the church in a listless manner. The "Valley of the Housatonic," and "Halt by the Wayside" are also examples of Craig, Five pictures were exhibited by James B. Sword, the principal ones being "Rail Shooting," "Quail Shooting," and "Mark Left," P. L. Senat exhibited The Mound Builders. By J. P. MACLEAN, Fresident of Probably no subject has possessed so much of general interest to our archæological friends of this country as that of the many evidences presented from time to time throughout "After the Equinox-Annisquam." In the former the water is filled with boats, and a party of shrimp gatherers stand on the shore near by. The storm has just passed away and light is breaking through the heavy clouds. The second painting shows an old brig which has been driven ashore, and a number of wreckers are engaged in saving the cargo. John B. Tait, of Baltimore, had a picture, "The Harvesters," which is an excellent piece of work. Four works of Paul Weber's were shown, his “Study near Munich" being the principal one. Mr. Batchelor, of Boston, exhibited a boy gathering pond lilies. John J. Enneking exhibited "A Cloudy Day in October," which shows the effect of a gray atmosphere and the rich October hues. Carl Weber had two fine landscapes hung conspicuously. Felix De Crano had a number of his characteristic pictures, including a large one of a bride and groom having their pictures taken at Niagara Falls. George Wright had a scene called "In Mid Ocean," representing the quarter deck of a steamer, with the passengers seated around engaged in conversation. Ida Waugh had a picture, "Song without Words," showing a maiden reclining in an arm-chair, holding a guitar, while her other hand rests lightly on a table. "The Circus Rider," by H. B. Poor, is a clever composition, and its title explains the subject. William Hart's "After a Shower" is natural and expressive. James M. Hart was represented by "On the Hillside," showing some fine cattle. Newbold H. Trotter exhibited a fine view of the "Herd at Evening." "After the Crucifixion," and a small painting, "Benjamin Franklin and William Keith," are good specimens of B. F. Reinhardt. F. H. De Hass had " Twilight off the Coast," a warm sunset scene. Kruseman Van Elten exhibited "New Milford, Connecticut." "The Inlet at Atlantic City," a highly finished surf-painting, was sent by Charles Linford. A portrait of James L. Claghorn, Esq., was by William H. Harnett. C. W. Knapp had "The Valley of the Housatonic." A. F. Bellows's "The Parsonage," is in his best style. A. F. Bunner, "A Fisherman's Cottage in the Tyrol." A couple of animal studies were by J. H. Dolph. William Sartain had "Street Corner in Algiers," and J. G. Brown six natural sketches. Other works of note were by T. Addison Richards, Peter Moran, F. K. M. Wren, S. Parrish, S. B. Waugh, Louis C. Tiffany, Fred. James, Emily Moran, Lambkin, Agnes D. Abbott, and others. The model for the proposed bronze statue of William Cullen Bryant, to be erected in Central Park, has been finished by J. S. Hartley, the sculptor. The poet is repre sented as seated musing in the open air, in a rustic armchair. He leans his head on his right hand, while his left hand is on a sheet of paper lying on his right leg, showing that he is composing. On the sides of the pedestal are basreliefs from "Thanatopsis” and the “Flood of Years." "Milton Dictating Paradise Lost' to his Daughters," Munkacsy's great painting, purchased in Paris in 1878 for $20,000, by Mr. Robert Lenox Kennedy for the Lenox Library, has arrived from Munich and been placed on exhibition at the Lenox Library. The painting has been so often described and criticised, and is consequently so well known, that we omit an extended notice. Munkacsy received a gold medal of honor and the cross of officer of the Legion of Honor for it at the Paris Exposition of 1878, and one of the eleven first-class medals for painting at the recent Munich International Exhibition. The regular quarterly meeting of the Society of Decorative Art, New York, was held recently. The sales since January last were announced as $17,611.97, of which $8,617.89 was from sales of contributors' articles, $700 being retained as commission by the society. It was announced that Mr. Walker, a pupil of Minton for seventeen years, and Mr. Volkmar of Paris will act as instructors in decorating china this winter. The report of the Committee on Admissions says twelve hundred and eighty-eight articles have been received from contributors, and seven hundred and thirty-four accepted. A higher standard will be required in future. Messrs. Lewis Tiffany and L. De Forest will act as an advisory committee. GOSSIP AND NOTE BOOK. Tender Profanity.-Not of the blasphemous kind, reader -don't be deceived by the fitle-but simply a profanation of the proprieties-well, the story is this: The other day in New York, N. Y."-observing the formula of P. M. G. Key-a little rosebud of a girl, only five years old, one of the sweetest pets that ever gave light to a household, went with her mother and a lady friend to visit a museum of some sort at the Central Park. The little thing has developed a rare faculty of whistling, and makes the house merry with her chirruping music, being able to master all tunes that she hears. Her mother and lady friend were examining different objects of interest, and the little girl, left to herself, was attracted by a collection of gay butterflies which was arranged along one side of the hall. There was a solemn hush in the place, no one daring to speak above a whisper, and a general ghastliness prevailed, when an old policeman who had charge of the premises was seen running about from alcove to alcove in a state of great excitement, and going for every boy whom he saw, as if he would immolate him. He looked greatly perplexed, and at last walked up 74 to the ladies and asked them if they would tell him who was whistling. The sound, which they had not observed, came faintly to their ears from a distance, and they well knew what it meant. They pointed out the culprit, and all walked to where she was examining the bugs and butterflies, whistling, at the top of her register, "My Grandfather's Clock," as unconscious of offence as one of the insects before her. The expression upon that official's face was funny. His features wrinkled like a baked apple, and he fully took in the absurdity of the scene. In his search for the offender he had passed her several times, not dreaming that she was the music box. The proprieties were restored in a moment, and the officer walked away smiling, as happy as if he had found a responsible offender. THE HAPPY REPLY. A pert and jolly hostler stood As witness for his master, once; The lawyer was in angry mood, And took the fellow for a dunce. "I'll soon dispose of him, no doubt," Nor stop to scratch your lousy head!" The witness, like Sam Weller, smiled, Though both cheeks at the insult burned; Nor was he frighted or beguiled Howe'er the mesh of questions turned. The advocate, at last, in wrath, The hostler, simple and serene, Pious Emphasis -A story is told of the late Hon. Rufus Choate of Massachusetts, who had a delicate sense of humor that never on any occasion deserted him. He never neglected to make his point, and his retorts and sug. gestions were made with a supreme gravity that rendered them doubly effective. He was called once into Maine to defend a brother barrister who was under a cloud, and while preparing the case he was taken sick, the party in whose cause he was acting having to appear before him in his chamber with his witnesses. One of the latter was a good deacon-there is always a deacon in every story-who was deeply interested in the case, and was very earnest in deprecating the wrong done his principal. "Well, deacon," said the great lawyer, in a sick tone, "what do you think of the treatment of your friend?" "I think," was the startling reply, "that it is a d-d shame!" "That is my opinion," said Mr. Choate, "but you have given it a pious emphasis which I would never have aspired to." "Oh, shet up your mouth; yer dad couldn't buy a top like that, 'cause I heard my mar say he couldn't pay his store bill, and that your mother had to turn her last year's alpaca to look half-way decent at church last Sunday." "Well, I don't care, anyway," sobbed out the toyless boy; "our baby's got worms, and your folks ain't got no baby to have 'em." Then the boy with the top shook hands across the bloody chasm by letting the other boy spin his top, "jest once." Extract FROM THE MINUTES OF THE LIME-KILN CLUB -GUESS NOT.-Axletree Jones said he arose to defend the American nation from the aspersions of the Canadian press. He had lately read in a Canada paper that this nation was living too fast, and that it must soon become bankrupt. Such unwarranted attacks on his native country thrilled him with indignation clear down to his last in, and if the press of this country would not resent them he would. "Livin' too fast!" he repeated, as he drew himself up. "I hez worn dis same paper collah free weeks. Am dat livin' too fast? Heah am a west ober ten y'ars ole by the almanax! Am dat dressin' to kill? Look at de red woolen patches on de knees of dese black pants, an' tole me if it looks as if this nashun was death on sto' cloze? Livin' too fast! Why, de werry ideah am imposturous! Am 'tater biled wi'd de hides on an' pieced out wid bacon an' co'nbread livin' too fast? On behalf of de American people I protest! On behalf of this nashun I warn de Stait of Kennedy dat we can't be sassed beyond a certain pint. Whe dat pint hez bin passed dar will come a demand for gore an' revenge!" The speech was received with great applause, and Satisfaction Rice next took the floor and said: "Civil war an' its horrors am to be deplored and shunned, but if she must come, if we must resort to de force of arms to preserve our honor, den let us resort! Let us gird on de armor of right an' march forward with brave hearts. He who sasses dis nashun sasses de Lime-Kiln Club." It was then resolved that this nation was not living too fast, and that Canada had best beware, and the meeting adjourned. Pat Mivin's Disgust.-Pat, who is a very earnest ward politician, was delighted to find himself elected a Ward Inspector of elections, and had done the right thing in "treating" everybody who voted for him, who thronged his shebeen house to make their congratulations. The morning came when he was to perform his official functions, and he made extra preparations in order to appear as respectable as any of his associates. The extra scrubbing, shaving and dressing, however, took up time, and the polls were to open at half-past seven A.M. sharp. There were, besides, certain little matters of business to be looked after before he thought he could go, and it was nearly nine o'clock when he made his appearance in the ward room. All the inspectors were busy taking votes, and when Pat attempted to enter the sacred enclosure, he was informed by the warden that his place had been filled at the opening of the polls, and he was not wanted there. The astonishment and indignation of Pat were immense, too great for words, and he withdrew himself to a seat where he could overlook the board, and singling out the man whom he supposed was filling his place, he resolved to crush him by his frowning looks. He remained for a long time watching the supposed offender, and scowling at him, who did not, however, seem to notice him. "What's the matter, Pat?" one asked. Why," said he, "do ye see the red-hidded chap there, with the burning chin whiskers. That's the felly that's got my place as Inshpictor, confound his picter, and I'm showin' him just what I'm thinkin' av him." "That's not him," said his friend; "'tis the one wid his back there in front, and his face on the other side of his head. The red-headed one is the clerk." "Och, bother, then, I've been spendin' two hours in makin' faces at the wrong man ;" and Pat, jumping up, rushed out of the hall in disgust without stopping to vote. Baker's bread-The chaff of life. 66 Latin. "Yes, that's right, Charlie, the Latin for man is homo. Now, tell me what is woman in Latin." "If you please, sir, chromo." Should you offer your toothless grandmother gum-drops, ought she to consider it personal? The man who was "born with a silver spoon in his mouth," must have had a ladle-like mother. The Comma.-To show the importance of the comma, take the well-known hymn from Watts and Rippon : "The Lord will come, and He will not Keep silence, but speak out." By simply changing the position of the comma, we have a flat contradiction in each line: "The Lord will come and He will not, Keep silence but speak out." A gentleman who was asked for his marriage certificate, quietly took off his hat and pointed to a bald spot. The evidence was conclusive. An enterprising Lewes tradesman, being obliged to remove his business to other premises, had placed the following startling announcement on the shutters of his old shop: "Removed by compulsion, and gone down below." Mater: "So you enjoyed yourself, Kate? Did you go Coals in the stove, like sins discovered, are "dark things all that distance alone?" Daughter: "Oh, yes, mamma, brought to light." A Distinction. Mrs. Bergamot had a beautiful and accomplished daughter; but she herself could not boast of such qualities-was rather homely and illiterate, in fact. The young lady had two suitors, the claims of one of whom the old lady was disposed to encourage, although the young lady, most interested, was inclined to prefer the other. Discussion grew warm betwixt them one day on the subject, and the qualifications of the lovers were minutely canvassed. The old lady closed the debate by saying, “Laura, I admit that Major Smith is a gentleman; but you must remember, my child, that Colonel Jones is a diabolical gentleman, and this should make you decide." It did, and he "proved his title clear" in three months. quite alone." Beastly Brother: "Then how is it, Kit, you took an umbrella and brought home a walking-stick ?" A gentleman in a draper's shop had the misfortune to tread on a lady's skirt. She turned round, her face flushed with anger; but seeing the gentleman was a stranger, she smiled complacently, saying, "I beg pardon, sir. I was going to be in a dreadful passion. I thought it was my husband.” A sentimental young lady says: "Oh, the bonnets of The wife's word of command: "At ten shun company." my girlhood, the kind I wore at school-I really thought Ancient Greece-Soap fat. Steeplechase-A clergyman after a vacant pulpit. The microscopist's prayer-" Oh, let me diatome!" them pretty! I must have been a fool; and yet I used to think myself on hats a jaunty miss, perhaps I was, as fashion went; but what was that to this? Oh, the lovely little pancake, tue charming little mat-it makes my head so level, and so very, very flat! Oh, a sister's love is charming, as everybody knows! And a handsome cousin's love is nice (that is, I should suppose). And the love of a true lover is the love that cannot pall; but the love of a new bonnet is the dearest love of all-in fact, I think it better than going to a ball!" "No, sir, I deny that I said you were a dishonest debtor; what I remarked, sir, was that you walked so closely to the edge of honesty that you were liable at any moment to lose your balance." "Ah, sir, that materially alters the affair. It would be cause for regret had a disturbance of our former pleasant relations taken place through the evil report of another." (They shake hands.) Every man must carve his own way to success in business. Nothing springs up spontaneously but a mule's hind leg. Conversation in a hotel corridor:-First party-" John, so-and-so used to be a lively fellow, but he has married and settled down." Second party-“If he would settle up he would be more popular." A little boy being asked, "What is the chief end of man?" replied, "The end what's got the head on." His father is a prominent hat manufacturer of Danbury. Fresh customer: "I'm surprised to see how quietly you stand the silly criticisms and objections of that shallow-pated cad who has just left the shop." Merchant: "Oh, my good sir, in our trade we always make allowance for empties!" An inveterate old chicken thief in Alabama, who had a marvelous faculty for gliding out of a close corner, was at last caught with a chicken in his hat. He denied the stealing of it, and on being asked how then it got into his hat, he solemnly said:-"Dat, marster, is jes' what 'stonishes me; but I 'spec's it mus' hab crawled up my breeches leg!" A recent advertisement contained the following: "If the gentleman who keeps the shore store with a red head will return the umbrella of a young lady with whalebone ribs and an iron handle to the slate roofed grocer's shop, he will hear of something to his advantage, as the same is the gift of a deceased mother now deceased with name engraved upon it." Sermon Enough for Sunday.-A little shoeblack called at the residence of a clergyman and solicited a piece of bread and some water. The servant was directed to give the child bread from the crumb basket, and as the little fellow was walking slowly away and shifting the gift between his fingers for a piece large enough to chew, the minister called him back, and asked him if he had ever learned to pray. On receiving a negative answer he directed him to say, "Our Father," but he could not understand the familiarity. "Is your father--your father- my father?" "Why, certainly," |