"I don't know yet what is in it," said Rose when they drew nearer, "for grandma told me not to open it until I got home. It feels flat, and then there's something round, like a stick of candy, only its pretty large." The white horse had come to a decided stop by this time and Priscilla held out her hand for the package, while Rose clambered down from the wagon. "I thank you for the ride, Mr. Dodds," said she, when she reached the ground, "and I'll tell you what is in my packet the next time you come by." "All right," replied Mr. Dodds, with a sort of merry chuckle, "but be a leetle careful how ye open it. It _might_ be candy, and it _might_ be red pepper." So saying, he drove off uphill. "There might be something you wouldn't like," suggested Priscilla, looking a little doubtfully at the package. "O pshaw!" retorted Rose; "I know better than that. Let's get the scissors." HAZLETT. OUR ALPHABET OF GREAT MEN. R.--RUSH, BENJAMIN. LAST year, all over this land, we celebrated a centennial. It was not in commemoration of a victory upon the battlefield, it was not the celebration of a victory, but rather as we observe with fitting ceremonies the anniversaries of the firing of the first guns in any contest of right against wrong, so in this last centennial year we commemorated the first booming of cannon in the great war against the rum traffic, the beginning of a war that is not ended yet; all along down the century the booming has been heard, and to-day this moral fight is waging fiercely.