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Show All Habit. We are all creatures of 1-abit, even in performing per-forming dul ies Cor which we have prepared. A little lity, whose mother had taught hitn lis huers, wen; to school one day, and at-tf-mple 1 io go through them with the teacher. Vain eil'ort! lie s;o;.ped at '-B," and was u-i-abb to recognize "C as even a casual acquaintance. ac-quaintance. At length a happy thought occurred oc-curred to hitn. ''T-.vist my turl!'1 ho said, eagerly, inti"g to asitmiy loci: of hnircn his neck. l,Iamma : lv.ays does when I say 'em." The teacher begun to ph-y with the curl, and the little boy's memory returned. l'veu grown people are dependent on habit in fullilling public duties. Mr. George W. Cable one evening not long ago, as wo lsaru I'r.-.ni another paper, lectured in Seranton, Pa. A large audience greeted him with their presenc.?, but- only that. When the noted author was introduced he was received with a dead silence. Most speak'-rs won! 1 have been emliarnissed almor-t beyond recovery by so frigid a reception, recep-tion, but Mr. Cable was e'juai to the occasion, occa-sion, end admini.-tcicd a just rebuke iu the happiest possible manner. lie said that m order to appear at his best before an apdience it was quite necessary ti. it he should be greeted vwth a noise of some srt: they need not scream, nor was it necessary for the ladies to wave their bonnets, bon-nets, but a loud rumbling noise he must hear. Of course the noise came, and when it had cetwrd he thanked them for their unsolicited applause, and added that now, with the boldest curontery, lip could begin as ho had intended "'Dear friends.'' Youth's Companion. |