Sence sum wouldent concent, thay wer not permited two com. But the selebration was a grate sucess an Prescila was hapy. [Mabel L. Thomas and Maude Lincoln have mastered the mistakes of the Queer Story.] THE STENOGRAPH. A CONTRIVANCE, by M. M. Bartholomew of New York, weighing about three pounds, costing forty dollars, about the size and shape of a man’s hand, with five different keys and a roll of narrow paper, something like a spool of silk, designed for “fast writing,” is the Stenograph; so named, because that is the meaning of the word in Greek. This queer little creature can make its mark, that’s all. But it can do it so quickly and put it in so many different places and orders when its fingers are touched by wire and spry human fingers that it can write all your pen can write and do it in a fraction of the time, while the operator’s eyes are looking away into the face of the speaker whose words are being taken down. Then, you can learn to “make it talk” in three months! Suppose, now, some of you Pansies manage in some way to own a Stenograph and teach the dear to mind the moment you speak to it. It would be a delight to you to play upon it as upon your piano. Besides, it would probably make music for your pocket. There is money in it. You would be in demand at conventions and other places as a reporter of speeches and sermons. And you could command good pay, if you were a good stenographer. Who knows but some of you will get your “bread and butter” by means of this queer little creature? C. M. L. NEW BOOKS. (_Published by D. Lothrop Company._) TRUE MANLINESS. By Thomas Hughes. Price $1. I want to say a word about this book to a certain dear little girl I know who has a whole dollar with which to buy papa’s Christmas present, and who cannot decide what to buy. She knows papa likes books better than almost anything else, but then, how should a young girl know what book to select for a man who has gray hair? My darling, I feel sure papa would like this very book. It is the reason I selected it from a large number of others, to tell the Pansies about, because I thought of you and your dollar. A very pretty book in a deep maroon binding, with three hundred pages of reading matter, and all of it put in paragraphs so that a busy man, who has but a few minutes to read, can seize this volume, get some sweet and helpful thoughts from it, during the five minutes when he is waiting for the mail, or for the street-car, and then go on his busy way. Just the thing for your hurried papa, don’t you see? In fact the book belongs to a set, named “The Spare Minute Series,” gotten up for just such waitings as I have described. “Would the book be ‘nice’ for you to read?”