Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, November 15, 1883, Image 1

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Acceptable Correspondence Solicited,
fSfAMrem nil letters to
Come one, oomeall! Come home, come home!
From deeert sands, and ocean loam,
Beneath the honored home roof-tree,
Join hands and hearts, and jou shall see
Bweet thoughts, pure love, and honest living
Flow from the keeper of Thanksgiving.
Tis then the dead become most doar;
Tin then tho'living bring most cheer;
lis then the host within us seems
Aspiring toward our youthful dreams,
And lifo looks teally worth the living,
In the old homestead at Thanksgiving.
Thanks, grim old Puritans, to you,
Who "builded batter than ye knew!"
True, ye were hard and stern, 'tis said
Intolerant and higotod,
But one sweet gift is oi your giving—
Thanks, sad old pilgrims, for Thanksgiving!
Chloe .Maxwell.
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Ursula's Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving Eve, and Ursula Hall
was coming home from her daily task
of toil at the district school.
The little mountain stream was all
choked with dead leaves; the gourd
shell lay broken in pieces among the
yellowing ferns; and as Ursula stopped
to gather up a scarlet vine-leaf which
still retained its vivid glow, the setting
sun burst from a bank of sullen clouds
and seemed to encircle the whole world
with a belt of amber light, while a sud
den gust of frost-scented, autumnal
wind swept the leaf from her hand
and sent it eddying fantastically down
the dark wood-path.
Ursula sighed.
"It is like an omen of evil," said
she. "I was thirsty, and the spring is
full of leaves and the shell broken; I
wanted the bright leaf, and the wind
has blown it away. And I don't know
how I am ever to tell grandfather and
grandmother about the district school."
Then, quickening her footsteps, she
hurried down the road, never pausing
until she reached an old, steep-roofed
house, painted a dull red. and half hid
den by the giant boughs of huge chest
nut trees.
There had been an old toll-gate there
once, but it had long been disused, and
nothing remained of it but a sort of
picturesque arch over the roadway, all
twined with wild vines.
And Grandfather Hall was carrying
an armful of wood into the kitchen
door as Ursula came up. Grandmother
Hall was knitting by the fire, in her
cushioned rocker.
It was five years since Grandmother
Hall had put her feet to the iloor, yet
she was indomitably cheerful through
it all If there was a bright side to
anything, Grandmother Hall always
found it out; if not, she set herself to
work to imagine one.
"Ah, here you are, Ursuly!" said
the old man, mournfully. " And high
time you come. The old turkey-hen is
lost, and the apple sass is scorched, and
Lewis Crawford hain't called for them
eggs, and if they ain't sold we shan't
have a penny to put in the contribution
plate to-morrow, after the Thanksgiv
ing services.
" Laws sakes, father," said Mrs.
Hall, " what's the use of rainin' evil
news on Ursula like that? Don't you
see she looks pale and tired? The
turkev-hen is safe in the branches of
the seckel pear-tree; I saw her just
now. And as for the apple-sass, I don't
dislike a little scorch myself; it gives
flovor. And I'm sartin sure Lewis
Crawford'll come along yet. It ain't
late, you know."
And, leaning over until you would
have been sure she must lose her bal
ance, Grandmother Hall opened tho
oven-door to see how the johnny-cakes
were getting on. For corn-meal was
cheap, and the old lady had a fashion
of reproducing it in every possible
" Granny," said Ursula, with a quiv
ering lip, " I'd better tell you at once
Squire Dean's daughter is to have the
district school next quarter, They
don't need my services any longer, they
say. Oh, granny, granny ! what is to
become of us ?"
Old Mr. Hall sat down with a groan.
" I knowed there was some ill luck
coming," said he. "There was a rab
bit ran across the orchard path when I
went to pick up apples right square
across the path!"
" Father, don't," said the old lady,
swallowing some sort of a lump in her
throat. " That's clear superstition.
Don't fret, Ursuly. We shall get along
somehow, never fear."
" Oh, yes," sighed Grandfather Hall,
satirically, "we shall get along, even
if we have to burn up the side of the
house to keep us warm, and gnawooru r
finger-ends for food. Things is coming
to a crisis now, mother. Squire Dean
was over to see me about the place to
day. It's to be sold at auction Mon
day, two weeks and I'd like to know
what is to become of us then. Ah, it
was a black day when I lent that
money to Stephen Gregson, and bur
dened the old house with debt. I
might have known he was a scamp, or
he wouldn't have wanted to go away
DEINIINTGER & BUMLLLER, Editors and Proprietors?.
and leave the spot where he was
Ursula winced at this. She knew
perfectly well that if it had not been
for her persuasions, Grandfather Hall
never would have mortgaged his house
and farm.
Six per cent seemed a golden invest,
ment; and besides besides. Ursula
had likod Stephen Gregson, with his
bright, blue eyes, his clear voice, and
his contagiously sanguine tempera
"When I've made my fortune, Ur
sula," he had said, gaily, "I'll come
back and marry you."
" Don't talk nonsense. Stephen," she
had said, with a laugh.
But it had not seemed like nonsense
in the secret depths of her heart.
She had pondered many and many a
time over his emphatic words, but they
had failed to come true.
Probably Stephen Gregson hadn't
made tho expected fortune. Certain
it was that ho had not come home to
marry her. And Ursula was begin
ning to coincide with Grandfather
Hall's misanthropic theory that all
the world was askew.
Grandmother Hall was silent. Sho
was glad now that she had never told
her husband and Ursula about the
twenty-live dollars that she had lent
cousin Abby Miller the hoarded storo
of silver in the stocking-leg, which sho
had parted with to help tho friendless
old maid to open a little millinery in
the citv.
"I'm afraid it's money thrown away,"
thought Grandmother Hall. "1 did
s'pose Abby would at least have writ
ten word about it. But there! what is
the use of crying about spilled milk?
I dare say Abby feels sis bad about it
as 1 do, poor, solitary croetur! Anyway,
Ursuly," she said, breaking the oppres
sive silence, " there's one thing we have
to be thankful for—the pumpkins
ripened splendidly in the corn-stubble*
and 1 guess you'd better slice up one
to-night for the pies; and father must
cut the hen-turkey's head off bright
and early. It may be our last Thanks
giving in the old place, and we'll keep
it as it ought to be kept. Come, the
tea is drawn—we'll all feel better for a
good, hut cup."
"Tain't no use,"said old Mr, Hall,
shaking his head. "Nothing ain't no
Ursula, too, was discouraged. Grand
mother Hall saw it in her face, even
though she spoke no word.
They had scarcely seated themselves
at the little round cherry-table, when
a knock came to the door.
" It's the sheriff to serve the mort
gage paper," said old Mr. Hall, whose
ideas of the. law were rather vague.
" It's Lewis Crawford after the eggs,"
said Mrs. Hall, more hopefully.
But it was neither one nor the other
It was a little old woman in a black
silk hat, a respectablo cloth cloak and
a brown-stuff dress—Miss Abby Miller
"Good evening, Cousin nail!" said
she. " I've come to spend Thanksgiv
ing with you."
"And you're kindly welcome;"chirped
the old lady. " Ursuly, set a chair for
Abby, and take her things."
"But first," said Miss Abby, "I
must pay my debts. Here's the twenty
five dollars I borrowed of you, with
ten dollars for interest; and I know,
Cousin Ilall, you'll bo pleased to know
that I've prospered and made money
in the millinery business, that I never
could have got into if it hadn't been
for your good nature and generosity.
And here," producing a willow basket
nearly as large as herself, "is the
finest turkey in Fulton Market, and
three quarts of cranberries, and a doz
en of oranges, and a pot of guava jelly;
my contribution *o tomorrow's house
keeping. Ami if it was forty times as
much, it wouldn't be half what I owe
you, Cousin Ilall!"
And Miss Abby Miller, failing in an
attempt to laugh, began to cry, and
ended up by hugging old Mrs Hall with
all her might.
Tea "was hardly over before a new
visitor arrived on the scene—Doctor
Purdy, the chairman of the local board
of trustees.
" What's this about Squire Dean's
daughter ousting you from your place,
Miss Hall?" he asked.
"I have been told—" began Uusula.
"No matter what you have been
told," said the doctor. "I've seen Mr.
McAllister, and he and I both agreed
that you are not to be disturbed. You
suit us exactly, and we intend that you
shall retain the position, if there were
a dozen Miss Deans to be provided for.
You'll remain, eh?"
"Gladly, if you wish it," said Ursula
visibly brightening up.
"And if Dean don't like it, he can
lump it," added Doctor Purdy, inde
He had not been gone half an hour
when the knocker—they never had ar
rived at the dignity of a door~be!l at
Grandfather Hall's sounded again.
" Why," crlrd tho old lady, who sat
where sho could see the door, "it's—it's
Stephen Gregson!"
"Of course its Stephen Giegsnn,'
said a deep, masculine voice. "And
lie's travelled night and day to he in
time to spend his Thanksgiving day
with the best friends ho has in the
world. And 1 should have been hero
earlier," cordially wringing tho hands
of all the group as ho spoke, "if I
hadn't stopped at Squire Dean's to clap
a stopper on that confounded mortgu;;
business lie's so sharp after."
"Ain't the place to ho foreclosed,
then?" said Grandfather Hall, in a
half-comprehending manner.
"Foreclosed!" shouted Stephen Greg
son. "Not if 1 know it And the
thing never would have been thought
of if the lawyers 1 wrote to in New
York hadn't been scamps and cleared
out with the money 1 sent 'ein six
months ago to pay up the mortgage.
However, hero I am in time at last,
with the amount of the debt I owe you,
safely lodged in tho Wickham Bank,
and enough besides to settle up all
costs and charges. Why, how well you
all look! And Miss Abby Miller has
actually grown young, and Ursula's
cheeks are as pink as crape-myrtle.
Yes, yes, Ursula, our old dreams have
come true. I've made my fortune, and
I've come back to marry you."
Ah, inconsiderate lover that ho was
thus to blurt out his courtship before
the old people and Miss Miller.
But it never was Stephen Gregson's
way to be secretive; and they all
seemed to be as much interested about
it as Ursula herself. But they had
the discretion not to look toward that
particular part of tho kitchen where
the big lish-geraniiini grew in a paint
ed tub, when Stephen and Ursula had
gone there to look at the new scarlet
buds, just opening out.
"It seems like a dream!" said Ursula,
ecstatically, as she and Stephen togeth.
or stood at the window, watching the
moon wade through the masses o*
struggling cloud. "Grandfather and
grandmother provided for; the dear
old home all our own; you back here,
faithful and unchanged, and our wed
ding to be in February. Oh, how can
ever bo thankful enough?"
While Grandfather Hall was saying
the same thing by the fireside.
"Wo shall keep Thanksgiving to
morrow, with good reason, eh, moth
er?" he uttered.
And old Mrs. Hall answered, fer
"I shall keep Thanksgiving all my
Nautical Eloquence.
A speaker who attempts to use nau
tical metaphors should bo thoroughly
familiar with the sea and the working
of a ship, or he will strand his speech.
A clergyman was once supplying a
pulpit by the seaside. Thinking to
impress the truth more distinctly upon
the congregation, many of whom were
seamen, he drew the figure of a ship
trying to enter a harbor against a higV
Unfortunately for the success of his
metaphor, he knew littlo of seaman
ship. After putting the ship into sev
eral singular positions, he cried out in
a tone intended to be emphatic:
"What shall we do next?"
"The Lord only knows," exclaimed
a disgusted old tar, "unless you let her
drift stern foremost.'*"
The prince or sailor-preachers,
Father Taylor, w ins once silenced by a
compliment to iiis eloquence. He had
depicted the impenitent sinner under
the figure of a storm-tossed ship, with
her sails split, and driven by the gale
toward the rock-bound coast of Cape
"O, how," he exclaimed, in tones of
despair, "shall this sin-tossed sinner be
Instantly an old salt in the gallery,
who bad listened with open mouth and
straining eyes to the preacher, jumped
to his feet, and in a voice that would
have sounded above a hurricane, shout
"Let him put his helm hard down,
and bear away for Squam."— Central
Christian Advocate.
Superstitious Mormon Women.
A ghastly burial ceremony that is
practised by the Mormons rivets the
hold polygamy has on the superstition
of these creatures. Every wife that is
buried has a black cloth laid on her
face, and the Mormon women are
taught to believe that on the resurrec
tion day, when the righteous are called
into the joys of their.Lord, no hand
but that of a husband can remove the
cloth, and that unless the cloth is lift
ed by his hand she must remain in
outer darkness forever. A woman
who believes that—and the Mormon
women believe it- can't help behaving
herself, no matter how many wives hei
husband takes. She has to keep on the
right side of the only man who can
take off that cloth.— Chicago Tribune,
Bv careful measurements, Trof D.
P. ivnltallow has determined the root
fciul the leaf areas of the indian corn
plant to be approximately equal.
Tho last observations indicate that
we are distant from tho eun about
92,700,000 miles. These are figures
obtained as near as may be from the
observations of the last Venus tran
Prof. F. Farsky has experimented
with sulphuric acid as one of ita
sodium compounds for manuring
clayey soil. Both wore without action
upon moist soils, and caused a reduc
tion of the yield of a dry soil.
Were a man weighing 150 pounds
endowed with .the strength of a
beetle, some tiino ago exhibited by l)r.
Thebold at a scientific meeting, be
should be able to move 198,000 pounds'
or nearly 100 tons. The insect weighed
two grains, and moved 2,640 grains.
Tince the construction of railways
in Italy malarial disease has become
more prevalent and more severe than
before. It is supposed that this effect
is due to the influence exerted by the
numerous earth cuttings necessary foi
the laying of tracks, and to the greatei
use of stagnant water.
The introduction of electricity as a
substitute for lamps and randies or.
board ship is making rapid progress
There is one source of safety in this
to the ship and the pa singers. All
lights are put out at 11 o'clock. Aftei
this time people may talk in the dark,
but there is no possibility of reek less
use of lights and lamps.
The hen has in her ovaries, in round
numbers, more than 6tH4 genus, which
develop gradually and are successively
laid. Of these 6('o the hen will la)
twenty in her first year, 135 in hoi
second and 114 in her third. In each
one of the following four years tin
number of eggs will be diminished b)
twenty, and in her ninth year she will
lay at most ten eggs. In order to oh
tain from them sullieient product tt
cover the expense of alimentation
they should not be allowed to live ovoi
four years.
A Wound Front a Stng's Horn.
Throughout the West Highlands, ti
wound from a stag's horn is believed
to be very dangerous. It is diflicult tt
cure, and often causes extreme debility
and bad health. Gamekeepers, forest
ers, and their assistants dread it ex
tremely, and say that a dog which re
ceives such a wound usually dies from
gangrene or mortification of the sore,
however slight it may seem at first
If he recovers, tho result is almost
equally unsatisfactory; the dog become!
paralytic in the wounded limb oi
epileptic; or if ho has been a wise and
intelligent creature, he now becomes
perfectly stupid. Tho author of
"Nether Loehaber" was personally ac
quainted with a line-looking young
man, an assistant forester, who, in
helping to take a dead stag oIT a hill
pony's back, was accidentally wounded
in the leg by one of the tines. He did
not think much of the wound at the
time. It was an ugly, ragged gash,
but not deep, and he had more than
once had much more serious wounds
which had healed at once easily "by
the first intention," as the doctors say.
This wound from the dead stag's horn
would not, however, heal; none of the
salves or ointments or healing medica
ments of the glen had the least effect
upon it. Jt always became the longer
the worse, and when Mr. Stewart saw
tho young man ho was on his way to
Glasgow to see if the skill of the
doctors there could counteract the dire
effect of tho stag's horn.— Chambers'
Listen, Boys !
"Wordsworth says, "The Boy is Father
of the Man;" and the Cleveland, (< >hio)
Farmer offers this good advice to
aspiring boys:
Tho highest attainment for yon, my
boy! is to bo a man. This world is
full of counterfeits. But it is a grand
filing to stand upright in defence of
truth and principle. When persecu
tions come, some hide their faces until
the storm passes by; others can be
bought for a iness of pottage. From
such an one, turn away. But stand by
a friend; be a man; do not run away
when danger threatens to overwhelm
him or yourself. Think for yourself.
Read good books and read men's faces.
The eye is the window to the soul; use
your eyes and hold your tongue. If
opposition comes meet it manfully. If
success crowns your efforts bear it quiet
ly. Do your own thinking and keep
your own secrets, worship no man for
his wealth nor his lineage. Fine
feathers don't always cover fine birds.
Be sober, be honest, be just in all your
dealings with the world; be true. They
will sell you for money or popularity;
don't trust them. Wear but one face
and let that be an honest one.
ita Origin, lllatory, and Nome or lta
The Muyazine of American History
gives us the history of Thanksgiving
day and its origin. From the papers
we learn that the earliest thanksgiv
ing service was held by the Church of
England men. The l'opham colonists,
who, August 9, 1607 ( 0.8.) landed
upon Monhegan, near the Kennebec,
and under the shadow of a high cross,
listened to a sermon by Chaplain Sey
mour, "giving good thanks for our
happy meetings and safe arrival in the
Next we pass to Plymouth, where in
1621, the autumn after the arrival, a
notable thanksgiving was held. The
brief accounts present a joyous picture.
As we learn from Winslow, the har
vest being gathered, the governor
"sent four men out fowling, that so
we might, after a special manner, re
joice together," and tho traditional
turkey was added to the abundant
venison. The people gave themselves
up to recreation, and the great eliicf
Massasoit was feasted for three days
with his ninety swarthy retainers.
l'ossibly on this first Plymouth
thanksgiving, there was more carous
ing than we suppose, while there is
not the slightest indication of any re
ligious oltservance. Massasoit and his
braves, no doubt, enjoyed it all greatly,
as the thanksgiving idea was enter
tained by the Indians before their con
tact with the whites, and in their cele
brations there was much excess. How
utuch "comfortable warm water" the
grate and reverend elders themselves
consumed during those three days of
jollity, Bradford does not say.
In 1622 there in no mention of
thanksgiving, but in 1623 a day was
kejt, not, however, in tho autumn as
a harvest festival, but in July, upon
the arrival of some provisions. After
this nothing more is lttard of thanks
giving at Plymouth for nearly half a
century. So far as the colonial rec
ords go, they indicate that the day did
not find a revival until 1668, when
there was some kind of a thanksgiv
ing. Again, June 27, 1689, there was
a thanksgiving for the accession of
William and Marv. In 1690 an au
tuuial thanksgiving was held, and tho
next year Plymouth colony was merg
ed in Massachusetts, and so passes out
of the story. If any festival can be
said to have been established, it was
established in imitation of the cus
toms across tho sea. Distinct religious
societies, however, may have kept oc
casional thanksgivings, as the people
at Barnstable observed thanksgiving
on December 22, 1636, and Decem
ber 11, 1639.
In the Massachusetts colony the
first thanksgiving was held at Boston,
July 8, 1630, it being a special occa
sion, having no reference to harvests.
Again, in February, 1631, there was a
thanksgiving, as already noticed. In
the October following a thanksgiving
was held for the safe arrival of "Mrs.
Winthrop and her children." In these
appointments we do not find the
thanksgiving that we know to-day,
nor do we detect any fell design
against Christmas. In 1632, on June
5, thero was a thanksgiving for the
victories in the Palatinate, and in Oc
tober another for the harvest. In 1637
there wits a thanksgiving for victory
over the Pequots, and in 1633 for the
arrival of ships and for tho harvest.
Tho thanksgiving days front 1634
to 1684, numbered about twenty-one,
or less than one in every two years.
The celebration of 1676 had special
reference to the victory over King
Philip. Front this period until the
revolution, a thanksgiving of some
kind occurred nearly every other year,
and even twice in the same year, ;is in
1742. Some of these days wero ap
pointed by tho royal governors, while
again they wero ordered by the King
or Queen or by tho home board of
After the close of the revolution a
tendency to make Thanksgiving day a
regular institution in New York, was
at once apparent, and Gov. John Jay,
in 1795, issued a proclamation for tho
11th of November. The act, however,
was seized upon by politicians, who
maintained that he was seeking to Hat
ter religious prejudices.
At an early period, also, the Mayors
of New York were accustomed to ap
point a day of thanksgiving, in accord
ance with the recommendations of the
council, and that of December 16,
1799, appears to have been the first so
ordered. Yet the observance of the
day until Gov. Clinton's time was
more or less broken. Tho festival
was kept, however, by Episcopalians,
according to the provisions of the
prayer-book, other religious bodies at
the same time following their own
preferences. Clinton's course, like
Jay's, excited criticism. At the east
end of Long Island there was no little
murmuring because the day did not
coincide with the local custom. It ap-
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peara that the people of East and
Southampton observed thanksgiving
on the Thursday after the cattle were
driven home from the common pas
tures at Montauk Point, the day of the
return of tho cattle being fixed annu
ally, with due solemnity, at the town
meeting. Hence there was a collision,
and the herdsmen were divided, striv
ing as the herdsmen of Abram's cattle
strove with those of Lot. Hut this
was no case of an immovable body op
posed to an irresistible force, and
therefore the opponents of Clinton
gave away, though not without many
expostulations. Here was the begin
ning of tho movement which hid to the
first Presidential proclamation nation
alizing Thanksgiving day.
Children's ((times and Frolics.
A quiet blind man'sbufi" game which
may he played in the house is known
by the euphonious name of "Still pond
no moving." One child is blindfolded
and stands in tho middle of the room,
counting a hundred by lives, then calls
out "Still pond no moving." The
others hide in some part of the room,
and the one who is "it" gropes about
until lie catches some one, whom he
must name. If any one moves, then
he is blindfolded and has to he "it."
A lady in Brooklyn, who has four
little girls and three small boys, lias a
game lor them called "Housekeeping."
Every morning they clean up their
nursery. Two of them have little
brooms and they do the sweeping,
while a little tot of three years in a
pink cap and apron takes up the dust
in a tiny dust-pan. The hovs move
the furniture about and then they all
dust. They also dust tho two parlors
every morning, and seldom break any
thing. This is go<xl exercise for them
and they enjoy it greatly. So grown
up person bothers them while they
work, lpit their mother inspects it and
points out improvements after it is
"Oh, how I wish it was warm
weather, so the children could play
out doors!" is an exclamation often
heard during the months of cold
weather. Hut the many hours a child
spends indoors during winter ought
to he filled with play of an amusing
and instructing character. In the
first place do not forbid the children
the kitchen, for in that most busy
room of the house they may learn many
useful things; and what child does
not like to see cakes and pies made,
and have the dish the cake was mixed
in after the cake is in the oven, or
make a little pie or cake of his own
out of a piece of dough ?
Another mother in tho city who has
a large family of children lias a game
for them which they play every night.
It is called "Circus" by the children
and affords an excellent opportunity
for exercise. They all form in a
straight line with their arms folded
behind them, and march backward and
then forward to gay music played by
their mother, singing some simple
music, such as
"Six little children all in a row.
Backward, forward, here we all fro."
Then they place the hands clasped
over the head and inarch again sing
ing; then they place their hands on
each other's shoulders and march. One
child recites a little poem every night,
and is crowned with a wreath of dow
ers, the children forming a circle about
her and singing. Then the father
holds a spelling match, over which
they have great fun, after which they
sing a hymn and go off to bed, their
eyes sparkling with fun and exercise,
and their memories, voices and lungs
gaining strength by the game.
A useful and instructive game for
children a little older is called "Find
ing." Each one has a map, say of
Asia, or they all cluster around a big
map. Some one of them says "Find
Fekin." Then they hunt for it and
whoever finds it first and locates it
properly has the next turn.— iY etc
York Journal.
The Laws of Trade.
"Twenty-three dollars for that 'ere
stove?" she exclaimed, before a Wall
Street News man, as she held up hei
hands in horror.
"But iron is down."
"I've seen in tho papers during the
last month where as many as six big
iron companies have failed."
"Well ?"
"Well, that ought to make stoves
cheaper, and I know it."
"Madam, in the last two months
death has laid his hand upon as many
as twenty-five young 'uns in this
"Yes, poor things."
"But are nursing-bottles any cheap
er than three months ago?"
"N-o," she slowly admitted.
"Of course not, madam. The laws
of trade are immutable. The best I
can do is to throw in a horseradish
grater, if you take the stove at $23."
If subscribers order the difwontinniltioa of
newspapers, the publishers inay continue to
eend them until nil arrearage* are paid.
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NO. 45.
The Thmsh.
Glad prophet hidden in the leaves,
Tby midden flute strikes through the mint
The air a thrill ol hope receives,
Tho day begins to breathe again—
' The dull day weeping ceaseless rain.
The world may weep, yet sound of tears
But faintly stirs this eloisterod space,
Where noiseless feet of passing years
Fall on soft lawns and leave no trace,
But east fresh spells about the place.
Ah, not for us such green repose,
Gray wall-girt stillness, brooding air
Where floats the soul oi each dead rose
The endless years have seen enclose.
And pass, sweet ghost, to haunt the air.
Sing loud, and bid us dream no more
In this fair prison of the soul,
But rise and gird as, and before
The sun sets hasten toward the goal,
Break loose these sweet bonds oi the soal
Sing 'mid the falling leaves thy song
Ol hope, though Autumn's breath i here;
The day is short, the way is long.
Up! let us labor and be strong.
Nor fuller till the end appear.
—E. C. Bradley, in Harper' Magazine.
An exchange has an elaborate artl
cle for amateur vocalists, "How to be.
gin to sing." How to get them to
quit is still an unsolved problem.
When your parlor-furniture gets all
worn threadbare, have it covered with
muslin; then everyone will think it is
new, and that you have covered it to
preserve the delicate-hued satin.
Ice cream, lieing of a high tempera
ture, impairs the teeth, and predis
poses them to decay. Young man*
cut this out and show it to your girl,
if you want to save money next
"Ilats," gays a writer in Chamber#
Journal , "are very cleanly animals."
Oh, they are; they are. So matter
how careless your servants are, you
can always depend on the rats to
clean out the pant ry.
There is an old proverb which says,
j "You cannot get more out of a bottle
than was put in it This is a mis
, take. A man can get all that was
put in the bottle, and in addition to
this can get $lO, or thirty days.
"1 tell you," said the bad boy, confi
dentially, to a group of youthful
friends,*' my mother may seem small
—don't believe she'd weigh more than
I do in her stocking feet—but her
slippers is heavy, though, you bet!"
A farmer, in "setting" a hen, made
a mistake, and got hold of a number
of porcelain nest-eggs instead of the
genuine article. She is doing all she
can, but there is a tired look of
wonder in her eyes that is pitiful to
1 see.
"Love lightens labor." "Yes, it
does," is Burdette's comment, "and
when you've taken a fat girl out for a
sail, and the wind goes down to a dead
calm, and you have six miles to row
against the tide with a steering oar
and a canoe paddle, 'labor lightens
love,' now you bet your blisters."
Japanese Customs.
The umbrella is an institution in
Japan. Whether it es its invention
to this people or not, they avail them
selves largely of its uses. The Japan
ese umbrella is a sensible article in its
amplitude and lightness, being made
of paper and bamboo. When under
one of them a man is nearly its safe as
if lie was under a shed, so far as the
falling rain is in question, and the
shade it affords from the sun is "like
unto that of a great rock in a weary
land." When folded, however, it pos
sesses a volume that is rather un
wieldy and inartistic in appearance.
The average Japanese is seldom seen
without his umbrella. It is an indis
pensable article of comfort, and rain or
shine he places himself under its pro
tection. If the same array
umbrellas was to lie seen on our
streets that is constantly in sight on
the street hero it would he a novel
spectacle, especially on a bright, sunny
The garment most commonly worn
is suited for all the needs of warmth
or coolness. It is made with wide,
flowing, square sleeves, and it is
wrapper-shaped, open in front from
! .top to bottom and confined at the
waist by a long band wound around
the body a number of times. It is a
very simple outfit. Comfort cannot
exact anything more simple. In the
cold season these garments are dupli
cated by the addition of wadded arti
cles of the same character. The great
multitude wear for headgear simply a
i piece of blue cloth tied about the
temples, though the straw hat is fast
coming into use with many. Ol
course, there are many who have
adopted the European styles of cos
tume throughout from head to foot.
The native dress of the Japanese is
not a costly one. One of the garments
in use in summer will cost about one
dollar and a half if made of cotton;
more, of course, if silk.