often enough. I know that to Americans this seems altogether insufficient, but it is not, with the many vegetables which may replace it that are as nourishing without being heating. If, however, persons insist upon eating meat daily, let them not put beef on the list. In its place let lamb and veal occasionally and poultry be ordered. Fish, too, should be eaten in warm weather much more than it is usually, and many different kinds are, of course, in their prime. All meats under ordinary circumstances are more palatable in more palatable in warm weather when they are eaten cold, and mayonnaise dressing served at the same time will prevent their seeming either dry or tasteless. Cold lamb should never be served without the accompaniment of mint sauce. The sauce is even more important than when the meat is hot, yet, strange to say, it is frequently omitted. It must be remembered with all such dressings that they stimulate the appetite and are gratifying to the palate in warm weather.

Almost any large fish is delicious. when eaten ice cold with mayonnaise or French dressing for those who prefer the piquancy of the latter. When it is to be served cold it is better broiled than any other way, although it is still nice when baked.

Spinach, while it is in market, is one of the best vegetables that a woman can eat. It is not flesh producing, and it acts very positively upon the blood, clearing it and so improving the complexion. Carrots, too, have special value. Each new vegetable as it comes along should be partaken of freely, either hot or cold.

Many persons are not aware that few are the vegetables which do not

make good salad. As a rule mayonnaise is the best dressing to serve with them, though there are some, as beets and asparagus, for which French is preferred. Almost all vegetables blend well in combination, that is to say, any three or four are good together, all being cut of equal size. Chopped apple is always an improvement, and walnuts or pecans scattered through, greatly improve the flavor. A salad made of the simplest vegetables served in a hollowed apple or tomato is not only a pretty dish, but one which is very nourishing.

Heavy, cooked deserts should never be eaten in warm weather by persons who wish to keep themselves well. With many different kinds of berries and other fruits to be served with ices or ice cream there is no excuse for boiled puddings, dumplings, and indigestible pies. The craving for pastry may be satisfied by having occasionally fruit tarts made of fresh berries cooked only by pouring over them a heavy sugar syrup boiling hot. This will extract a little of the juice of the berries, which will still hold their shape and fresh flavor. It is a mistake

to cook berries for tarts.

Ice cream should be eaten in summer just as often as it can be afforded. It is very nourishing, and unless a variety of flavors is indulged in is not indigestible. Ices, on the contrary, have practically no nourishing properties and are only cooling.

Candy is a thing to be given up in summer, though it is then eaten in largest quantities. But a large quantity of sweets is to be avoided unless one is exercising well to work it off. As women ordinarily are very indolent in summer, not one ounce of candy's flesh producing possibilities is lost.

P

EACE and War!

Peace, the Christian; War, the
Barbarian!

Peace, the happy, natural state of manhood; War, his corruption, his disgrace.

Peace, the evening star of the soul; War, the darkness of night. Christianity; War, Paganism.

Peace,

War is the concentration of all crimes.

Under its standard, gather violence, perfidy, malignity, rapacity and lust.

War brings into existence, three new and unnecessary armies; the army of cripples, the army of mourners and the army of thieves. Its chief evil is that it provides more evil.

If it only slew men, it would do little. But it does worse than that-it turns men into beasts of prey!

War is the business of barbarians; a profession by which men cannot live honorably; an employment, by which a soldier, if he reaps profit, must be false, rapacious, cruel.

Who has told the evils and the curses and the crimes of war? Who can describe the horrors of the carnage of battle?

Who can portray the fiendish passions which reign there!

If there be anything on earth that resembles hell, it is war.

lors, the portrait of war; it is all extreme, all horrible, all devilish.

It is repulsive to see two men kick and strike and bite each other, but when thousands and hundreds of thousands on each side, meet for the certain set purpose of killing each other-destroying-to see them by thousands, cut in pieces by cannon balls and grape shot, pierced by bullets, cut down by swords, transfixed by bayonets, crushed by carirages and trampled by horses to hear their groans and cries, their curses and execrations to see them rushing on in fury or retreating with precipitation and despair-then and there is presented a scene which cannot be described, by tongue, pen or pencil. It is horrifying, it is devilish. It is indeed, Hell!

We demand this peace because it means Christian progress while war sounds its death knell.

What has war not cost!

Give me the money that has been spent for war and I will purchase. every foot of land upon the globe; I will clothe every man, woman and child in an attire, of which kings and queens would be proud; I will build a school house on every hill top and in every valley over the whole earth; I will build an academy in every town and endow it; a college in every state and fill it with able professors; I will crown every hill with a place of worship, consecrated to the promulgation of the Gospel of Peace; I will support, in every pulpit, an able teacher of righteousness, so that, on every Sabbath, the chime on one hill should answer to the chime of another round the earth's wide circumference; and the voice of prayer and the song of praise, should ascend like a universal invocation to heaven, in Thanksgiving.

And when all is said and donewhen we have looked about us at the horrible loss of human lives; at the

awful destruction of property; at the heart-rending sorrows and griefs and miseries of millions of innocent women and children-what justification, I ask, can we offer on the Day of Judgment, for this terrible insult to Christ's teaching!

What defense, I repeat, will excuse us for ignoring the solemn injunction of the Founder of Christianity whose words of appeal ring down to us through the ages: "Peace on earth, good will towards men?"

HERE was no mistaking the pompous strut, the dandified air, and dyed mustaches of my friend Major Ripper as he came towards me that morning on the Boulevards, although he certainly had grown considerably stouter since last we met. He was one of those ubiquitous individuals who lead a precarious existence on the Continent, eking out their slender means by proficiency in billiards, whist, ecarte, and the art of extracting loans from their friends. I had known the major for some years, from meeting him at different places, and found him for a short time rather an amusing companion. He greeted

me

with boisterous effusion, and seemed in much more prosperous condition than was usually the case. His mustache was freshly dyed and waxed, his shirt-collar clean, his hat well brushed, and his attire considerably above the average.

"Glad to see you looking so well, major," I said, after exchanging greetings.

"Thanks, my dear boy, I'm in excellent condition," he returned in his old familiar manner, passing his arm through mine. "Pon my word, I feel younger every day."

'You are to be congratulated," I said. "What brings you to Paris?" ¶ "Aha!" exclaimed the major mysteriously, "the fact is a fellow cannot always be on his guard." "Against what?"

"Against the women," he answered, settling his cravat. "I was always a bit of a lady's man, and I'm susceptible still."

"Have you been hard hit, major?" "A regular facer. Can't sleep or take any interest in my former pursuits. Spirits low, and all that sort of thing."

"May I congratulate you?". I demanded.

"If you please. The lady is a widow, Followed her from Boulogne. Charming person, affable, agreeable, affectionate, and so on. Defunct husband in the leather trade. I believe,” he added carelessly, "that she has a nice little sum in the Three per Cents."

"You're in luck's way, major," I rejoined. "I hope matters will run smoothly to the altar."

¶ "Oh, it isn't settled yet. There is a hitch at present-three of them in fact. An infantry captain

¶ "Indeed!"

"Yes, confound 'em!" he replied viciously. "At Boulogne I made all the running; but it's not quite such. plain sailing here. Like all women, she is fond of attention and has a weakness for gay uniforms. One or other of those infernal Frechmen is constantly in attendance."

"That's bad," I said sympathetically.

"It shall not go on," said the major fiercely. "Confound it, sir! My blood boils when I think of it. The question is, what is to be done?"

"Nothing at this moment, clearly," I replied. "Therefore, you had better come and lunch with me."

"By all means, my dear boy," was the prompt answer; and off we started. When we were sipping our coffee after luncheon the major said, abruptly:

"You remember what I told you about those confounded Frenchmen?" "Your rivals? Yes."

"I have made up my mind what to do."

¶ "What?"

'em out."

"All three!" I exclaimed.

"Every mother's son of 'em! Will you act for me?"

I stared at the major in amazement, but he was quite calm and collected, and appeared to be in earnest.

"You are joking!" I said, incredulously.

"Do I look like it?" he returned, with his fiercest frown. "Will you be my friend?"

"You must excuse me," I answered. "As a married man I am not justified in mixing myself up with such matters."

¶ "Very well," he said, gloomily, rising from his seat. "I understand your scruples. Good-bye."

¶ "Where are you going?" I demanded.

"To insult my rivals. I shall call upon them and pull their noses. Goodbye, old boy. You shall hear from me this evening, with the result of my visits."

The major put on his hat with a flourish, and vanished from the room, leaving me considerably startled and alarmed. I never knew that Ripper was a fighting man, and the incident raised him immensely in my estimation. In the evening I received a penciled note from him, which run thus:

Dear X-Everything arranged comfortably. Insulted all of them, and three duels arranged for tomorrow morning. Enclose an I O U, so that you may prove against my estate for the trifle I owe you, in case I don't turn up again. God bless you!-Yours, &c. JOSIAH RIPPER.

P. S.-I am just going to prepare the widow for the worst.

voli, absorbed by dark and gloomy meditations. I was suddenly hailed from a passing cab in familiar tones, and presently found myself confronted by no less a person than the major himself. He was in a state of rapturous excitement, and I could not help. remarking that he wore a brand-new frock coat, a dazzling white waistcoat, and a flower in his buttonhole. His face was radiant with smiles, and he looked as unlike a man who had recently passed through a terrible ordeal as it was possible to imagine. I could only falter a few incoherent words expressive of heartfelt relief and thankfulness.

"It's all right, you see, old boy," he said, exultantly. "You'll be glad to hear I've done the trick. No time to spare, though. Catch next train to England. Fly waiting. Good-bye."

He indicated as he spoke a carriage laden with luggage, from which he had evidently just alighted. As he hurried away I seized him by the arm.

¶ "When did they take place?" I inquired, referring, of course, to the duels.

"About an hour ago," he replied. "Got all my rivals out of the way, you see," he added slyly.

"Killed them all!" I exclaimed, horror-stricken.

¶ "Killed 'em! Not exactly, unless they have burst with rage," and he gave a chuckle. "But I've married the widow! Don't you see the joke, my boy ?"

"Married the widow!" I repeated. "But how about the captain, and the