Retrogrades 1° 12´ 23´´; his diameter remains at 3.8´´; on 2d, at 11:59 a. m., he is 1° 6´ north of moon; 21st, at 3:00 a. m., in opposition to the sun (on the other side of the sun from the earth); 29th, at 7:05 p. m., 1° 13´ north of moon; sets on the 1st at 7:31 a. m.; on the 16th, at 6:30 a. m.; on the 31st, at 5:30 a. m. Morning star till the 21st; after that evening star. NEPTUNE, With his diameter of 2.6´´ moves some 44´ 46´´ of arc in his orbit, which is not so slow after all when we consider that his average absolute motion is 3.36 miles per second, and that his aggregate for the 31 days of this month is a little less than nine million miles. His right ascension on the 1st is 3 hours, 15 minutes, 18 seconds, and his declination 16° 17´ 57´´ north. He sets on the 1st at 11:33 p. m.; on the 16th at 10:29 p. m.; and on the 30th at 9:43 p. m.—an evening star. HOW TO WIN. BY FRANCES E. WILLARD, President National W. C. T. U. CHAPTER I. Long ago, and long ago it was, in the days when I used proudly to write “School Teacher” after my name, I bought a certain book for the express purpose of reading it to “the girls I’ve left behind me.” The book is one beloved by train boys, of which they and other venders have sold so many that the latest “dodgers” read, “Twentieth thousand now in press.” It is sensible in matter, attractive in style, and goes by the enticing name of “Getting on in the World.” Naturally enough it was written in Chicago, and like most “Garden City” notions, is “a success.” But the trouble with this volume was that it didn’t fill the bill. I wanted to read it to “my girls,” to stir up their pure minds by way of remembrance that “life is real, life is earnest,” and the rest of it. But as I scanned its bright and pleasant pages I found out—what do you think I found? Why, that with the light of a new dispensation blazing in upon him, and the soprano voices of several million “superfluous women,” crying, “Have you no _work_ for me to do?” this honored author had written never a word about creation’s gentler half! His book contained 365 pages, but if you had read a page each day, all the year round, you wouldn’t have found out at last that such a being as a woman was trying to “get on” in this or any other world. Not a bread-winning weapon had he put into the hand of the neediest among us, nor had he, even in a stray chapter or “appendix,” taken us off by ourselves and drawn us a diagram of “our sphere.” I was so pained by this that I wrote Prof. Matthews (the gifted author, and my personal friend), asking him why he had thus counted out the women folks in his book upon success in life. I even ventured to hypothecate his reason, saying to him: “DEAR SIR:—I do not think you did this with malice aforethought, or from lack of interest in our fate, but simply and only because, like so many of our excellent brethren, you ‘done forgot all about us,’ as _Topsey_ would say.”