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CATALOGUE of greenhouse heating and ventilating apparatus, with descriptions, illustrations, and price lists. Special attention is called to the new features of the steam and hot water boilers manufactured by this company; also to the pipe header and automatic air-valve recently introduced and patented by them.

Indefinite Postponement

A CLERGYMAN, recently, was preaching on the subject of future punishment. "Yes, my brethren," said he, "there is a hell; but drawing out his watch and looking at it-we shall not go into that just now."

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Peculiarities of Language

BOY who swims may say he's swum; but milk that is skimmed is seldom skum, and nails you trim, they are not trum. When words you speak, those words are spoken; but a nose is tweaked and can't be twoken, and what you seek is never soken. If we forget, then we've forgotten; but things we wet are never wotten, and houses let cannot be lotten. The goods one sells are always sold; but fears dispelled are not dispold, and what you smell is never smoled. When juvenile, a top you spun, but did you see a grin e'er grun, or a potato neatly skun?

Volume II

No. 4

LIGHT, FLORIDA.

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OWN at the southern

end of Lake Michigan, in the little village of Michigan City, Indiana-just now in the hands of the town-site boomers lives Miss Harriet E. Colfax, a CHARLOTTE HARBOR lonely little old woman of eighty-one. Her cousin, that great Hoosier, Schuyler Colfax, served his country as Vice-President. She, too, is a public servant; and, if her place is less in the public eye, it is none the less an important one-as any one of the great lake captains who sends his huge steamer, with its string of barges, staggering down toward the Indiana sand-bars, will gladly testify.

For forty-one years since the days of sailing ships and of civil war-the chief interest of Miss Colfax's life has been the same. For she is the keeper of the Michigan City lighthouse, and upon her faithfulness nightly depend the lives of many sailor men and the safety of thousands of dollars worth of property. Too old for such duty? Ah! but Miss Colfax has an assistant in the person of Miss

Ann Hartwell, who is also on speaking terms with the eighties and is quite as sturdy and trustworthy as her superior officer in the government lighthouse service.

Ask any lake sailor what he thinks of "little Miss Colfax's light," and he will tell you that since back in the early sixties it has never failed to burn, throwing out over still or stormy water its message of warning and guidance.

There are those who will tell you of some early romance-some love story shattered, perhaps, by the storm of civil war-which finds its long conclusion in this lonely lighthouse peopled only by these two ancient gentlewomen. Certain it is that Miss Colfax and Miss Hartwell have been friends for three quarters of a century, since the days of their early girlhood in Ogdensburg, N. Y. It is certain, too, that when the Civil War broke out they were two of the prettiest schoolma'ams in the village of Michigan City. They never married, and they are still living together in the lighthouse, faithful to their lonely but beneficent task. So one who is inclined may let his fancy play as it will.

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