"So my master put his hand to his coat, where I had been ever since we left Paris, and gave me to the gentleman. He, of course, fastened his cuff with me, and I remained in it till night, when, as he was taking it off when making ready for bed, he (whom I had so faithfully served) accidently dropped me from the open window, and I fell into a crack in the sidewalk!" DOES ALCOHOL WARM US? A PATIENT was arguing with his doctor the necessity of his taking a stimulant. He urged that he was weak and needed it. Said he: "But, doctor, I _must_ have some kind of a stimulant. I am cold, and it warms me." "Precisely," came the doctor's crusty answer. "See here, this stick is cold," taking up a stick of wood from the box beside the hearth and tossing it into the fire, "now it is warm; but is the stick benefited?" The sick man watched the wood first send out little puffs of smoke, and then burst into flame, and replied: "Of course not: it is burning itself!" "And so are you when you warm yourself with alcohol; you are literally burning up the delicate tissues of your stomach and brain." Yes, alcohol will warm you, but who finds the _fuel_? When you take food, that is fuel, and as it burns out, you keep warm. But when you take alcohol to warm you, you are like a man who sets his house on fire and warms his fingers by it as it burns.--_Temperance Banner._ [Illustration: A MOST UNWELCOME VISITOR.] _Volume 13, Number 21._ Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO. _March 27, 1886._ THE PANSY. [Illustration: PATIO OF A PRIVATE HOUSE, CORDOVA, SPAIN.] ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON. BY MARGARET SIDNEY. V. IT seemed an age to the three frantic passengers before the train ran into Brigham--but it was in reality five minutes ahead of time. St. George and his faithful adherent bade good-by with a heavy heart to Thomas, longing to stay and help him, but knowing that home they must go. Thomas tumbled out on the snowy platform more dead than alive from fear, and realizing that betrayal of a trust wasn't after all so productive of ease as it might be thought to be, he gathered himself up and walked uncertainly to the waiting-room door; a man standing within eyed him narrowly. "We don't allow drunken people in here," he said coldly, "you'll have to stay outside." "I ain't drunk," cried Thomas, roused to action; "I'm blest if I am; I'm only unfortunate." The man laughed loud and long, and called to another, "See here; here's a chap got off his train--not half seas over, you know, oh no! only he's unfortunate."