SATURDAY EVENING,

NOVEMBER 24, 1883.

FIRST ENTERTAINMENT.

MUSICAL PRELUDE, from 6:45 to 7:15. BY THE EDUCATIONAL BUREAU ORCHESTRA.

SUBJECT: 'Wrongs in Prisons and Poorhouses." Illustrated.

SINGING SCHOOL, 7:45 to 7:56,

Conducted by PROF. N. COE STEWART.

Audience please stand first five minutes.

MR. SAMUEL MATHER, Treasurer of "The Society For Savings," will preside.

LECTURE, 8:00 to 9:30,

BY GEN. JOHN EATON,

Commissioner of the National Bureau of Education, Washington, D. C.

SUBJECT: "Technical Education Abroad and at Home."

December 1st, Second Entertainment, Saturday Evening, MR. WILLIAM I. MARSHALL.

Subject, "Wonders of the Far West." Ninety Illustrations

Mr. Marshall kindly consented to condense, for the Bureau, his five lectures into one.

So we may expect a rare treat.

The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight;
But they, while their companions slept,

Were toiling upwards in the night.-Longfellow.

NOTHING good comes of violence.-Martin Luther.

BE not simply good; be good for something.-Moreau.

RUSKIN'S motto, inscribed on a piece of chalcedony is "TO-DAY.”
ONE cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.-Goethe.
NEVER forget a favor, for ingratitude is the basest trait of man's heart.
THERE is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works.
ness alone there is perpetual despair.-Carlyle.

In idle

LORD CHESTERFIELD said of the Duke of Newcastle, "His Grace loses an hour in the morning, and is looking for it all the rest of the day." "WE are, to a great extent, what our mothers make us. The lessons we learn from their dear lips are the lessons which abide by us to the grave.— Adams.

"YES," said Farmer Jones, "my summer boarders complain that the nights are cold, but they certainly have no right to expect me to take the blankets off the tomato vines such weather as this."

SIDNEY SMITH said to his vestry, in reference to a block pavement proposed to be built around St. Paul's, "All you have to do, gentlemen, is to put your heads together, and the thing is done."

A BIG Yankee from Maine, on paying his bill in a London restaurant, was told that the sum put down didn't include the waiters. "Wal," he roared, "I didn't eat any waiter; did I?" He looked as if he could, though; and there was no further discussion.

"No," said the sad-eyed man, "I never press a young woman to play upon the piano. I tried it once to my sorrow." "Why, what followed?" asked a half dozen eager voices. "She played," replied the sad-eyed man. "I shall never forget the lesson I learned that day.'

"Aw, can you sell me, aw, a blue necktie to match my eyes, you know?" inquired a dude in a gentleman's furnishing store. "Don't know as I can, exactly," replied the salesman, "but I can fit you to a soft hat to match that head." Then the dude withdrew from the store, a crushed strawberry hue effusing his effeminate features.

F. S. SMITH.

Maestoso.

AMERICA.-National hymn.

1. My coun-try 'tis of thee, Sweet land of 2. My na -tive country! thee, Land of the 3. Let mu-sic swell

the breeze, And ring from all

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er - ty,
ble free,
the trees

Of thee I sing; Land where my
Thy name I love; I love thy
Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal

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fathers died; Land of the pil- grim's pride; From ev 'ry moun-tain side Let freedom ring.
rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that a-bove.
tongues a-wake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.

EVERYBODY IS EXPECTED, THIS WINTER, TO JOIN IN SINGING THIS AND OTHER PATRIOTIC SONGS.
The music, "God Save the Queen," and the hymn, "My Country, 'Tis of Thee," by Rev. Samuel F. Smith, seem perpetually
named. The American and French Republics may well be proud of their national hymns.

In June, 1792, fifteen hundred men, wearing red caps, and armed with muskets and swords, marched from Marseilles to Paris,
singing the song of the young officer, Rouget de l'Isles, which he composed in fortified Strasbourg. Thus the new song,
"Ye
Sons of Freedom," came to be known as the "Marseillaise," which, above all other songs ever written, has stirred the hearts of
men. (See next page.)

1. Ye sons of Freedom 'wake to glo- ry, Hark,hark,what myriads bid you 2. Now,now the dang'rous storm is roll-ing, Which treach'rous Kings confederate 3. O LIB ER-TY! can man re-sign thee? Once having felt thy generous

rise, Your children, wives and grandsires hoary; Be-hold their tears and hear their raise, The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo! our walls and cities flame, Can dungeons, bolts and bars confine thee! Or whips thy no-ble spir - it

CHORUS IN UNISON.