“Don’t ax me what I’m gwine do! Effen I tole you, you’d be sho’ t’ put in an’ do sumpin t’ spile de whole puffommance. You might a knowed sumpin gwine happen t’ dat trosso when you tuhn it loose.” With true feminine logic Mrs. Crabtree entirely overlooked the fact that the relinguishment of the packages was her own suggestion. “I can tell you one t’ing,” she resumed with asperity, “dere ain’t gwine be no weddin’ wid dat trosso gone a glimmerin’! You can des put dat in yo’ pipe an’ smoke it!” Later, as Mr. Crabtree extinguished the candle before retiring, he observed that his wife took a vial labelled “_Ipecac_” and stealthily deposited it beneath her pillow. But for this timely observation, the violent illness with which Mrs. Crabtree aroused the household the next morning would doubtless have caused graver concern in Mr. Crabtree’s kindly soul. For some days Orleeny, whose epistolary attainments were the pride of the Crabtree household, was closeted with her suffering parent; and later, each individual who had been bidden to the intercepted nuptials received the following announcement: “Owing to the suddent illness of the Bride, the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Josiah Crabtree have been indeffanately bosboned.” TO ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. BY ISABELLA HOWE FISK. “Carry the lad that was born to be king over the sea to Skye.” Thoughts wait upon me, grateful thoughts that throng Prayer-wise and eager. To the master’s feet I fain would speed them, offering tribute meet. But, mute for very love, I cannot voice my song. Dear chief of utterance, I have lingered long As at deep wells in shimmering noons of heat, And like dumb beasts that drain the waters sweet, I, too, have quenched my thirst, and, silent have grown strong. Dear Louis—best of kings to bear the name. I think a smile still quivers on thy face That oval-wise, soul-white and bravely strong, Bears eyes, that look low loves and lives to shame. Thou, unawares, hast learned new lore of upward ways, And wondering taught the words—“The king can do no wrong.” TRAINING SCHOOLS IN TENNESSEE AND THE SOUTH. By James H. Kirkland, D.C.L., Ph.D. Illustrated by views of the Campus, Vanderbilt University.