|The following answers to correspondents contain a great deal of useful information, and I publish them in order to avoid the constant annoyance of writing the same in substance to so many inquiring friends. "Sweet Sixteen" writes from "Hold-up Hollow." I am betrothed to a noble youth from Rice Lake, Minnesota, but he seems too have soured on his betroth. "At first he seemed to love me according to Gunter, but he has grown cold. About the first of the round-up he went away, and I soon afterward heard that he was affianced to another. "I understand that he says I am not of noble lineage enough for him. It is true. I may not be a thorough-bred, but I have a pure, loving nature, which is now running to waste. The name of my beloved is De Courtney Van D'Edbeete. He comes from the first families, and O, I love him so! "Can you tell me what to do? "Sweet Sixteen." Answer.--Yes, I can tell you what to do. I have been there some, too. If you will only do as I tell you, you are safe. You must win him back. I think you can easily do so. Select a base-ball club of about the weight you can handle easily, and then go to him and win him back. You are too prone to give up easily. Do not be discouraged. All will yet be well. He may think now that you are not of noble blood but you can make him change his mind. Go to him with the love light in your eye and put a triangular head on him with your base-ball club, and tell him that he does not understand the cravings of your nature. Drive him into the ground and sit down on him, and then tell him that you are nothing but a poor, friendless girl, and need some one to cling to. Then you can cling to him. All depends upon how successful you are as a clinger. I see at a glance that De Courtney needs to be flattened out a few times. Do not kill him, but bring him so near to the New Jerusalem that he can see the dome of the court house, and he will gradually come back to you and love you, and your life will be one long golden dream of never-fading joy, and De Courtney will wring out the colored clothes for you and help you do the washing, and he will stay at home evenings and take care of the children while you go to prayer meeting, and he will not murmur when you work off an inexpensive meal of cold rice and fricasseed codfish on him. If he gets to feeling independent, and puts on the old air of defiance, you can diet him on cold mush and mackerel till he will not feel so robust, and then you can reason with him again, and while he is recovering you can take your baseball club and your noble self-sacrificing love, and win him back some more. "Lalla Rookh" writes from Waukegan, Illinois, as follows to wit: "My classmates and I have had quite a serious discussion recently, on several questions of table etiquette, and we have finally agreed to leave the matter with you. "First--If one is asked to say grace at the table, and does not wish to do so, or is not familiar with the forms, what should he do?