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VOL. VI.
1UDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, MAKCII 30, 1870.
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A Lost Honr.
A golden honr on a summer morn,
When hnlf the world was still,
Tbe dew was fresh in the new mown hay,
And the bridal voil of the fair young day
Hung o'er the purple hill.
The sbeop bulls tinkled across the slopes,
Sr.eet as an olQn chime ;
Batterllies flitted athwart tbe down,
Bees went murmuring, busy and brown,
Over the fragrant thyme.
A languid calm and a dull contest,
Silence instead of speoch ;
Tbe wind sighed low, and the lark sang high,
liut the golden hour of our lives went by,
And drifted out of reach.
Wo both went back to an eager life ;
But in its pause to-day
The dream of that golden hour returns,
And my Jaded sphit frets and yearns
For one chance swept away.
The years creep on, the heart grows tired
Even of hopes fulfilled,
And turns away from the world's strong wine
With fevered lipn. that must ever pine
For that pure draught we spilled.
And yet, perchance, when our long day wanes
(Age hath its Joys late born),
We shall meet again on the green hill side,
And find, in the solemn eventide,
The hour we lost at morn.
REFUSED AND REFUSING.
Church was " coming out." The con
gregation filed out solemnly, and onco
without the door, lapsed into sociability
and began to phake hands and make
friendly inquiries iu regard to each
other's health and the absence of cer
tain members of the flock.
One person only did not pause. That
was a girl, a rosy -cheeked lass of seven
teen, who r.eemed fur some reason flush
ed and agitated. She hurried on until
half-way down a sweet green lane, where
she seated herself under a great elm
tree and listened to the murmuring
voices in the distance with something
very like a tear in her eye.
"He'll surely come," she said to her
self. "Surely he'll never go away with
out saying good bye, though ho has
been so taken up with Mattie Burt of
lute. He must pans this way going
home, and I know he'll stop and speak."
Then she listened again, as though,
through the still October air, she could
distinguish Evan Wore's voice amidst
the rest.
Ho stood, a fine, handsome young fel
low of twenty, not yet too manly to
blush, receiving parting wishes and in
junctions from old ladiesand gentlemen,
and hoarty grips of the hand from the
boys, and smiles from the girls, for
everybody liked Evan Ware. . ...
Then came the final good-byes, and
one or two motherly kisses, for Evan
was to start at dawn; and away the boy
went, not down the green lane where
Lizzie Gale sat, but along another path,
down which tripped a figure in bright
silk, with a coquettish lace bonnet and
parnsol, taking its way towards a rustic
bridge that spanned a little rivulet.
He overtook her just as the little feet
rested on the bridge, and, quite out of
breath, called her by name.
"Miss Burt, please stop a minute."
She paused then, and leaned over the
railing of the bridge, dipping the point
of her parasol into the water.
" I sail for China to-morrow," he
said.
" Yes you told me so. I hope you'll
like it."
"I don't expect to like it. I like
home better than all the world."
" Dear me ! What makes you go,
then"
" Von know why at l;ast you might
know. I'm an orphan. I have no
money no prospect. My old sailor
uncle thinks there is Hn opening for me
in China a chance to make my fortune.
It is very kind of him to do what he is
doing, and no one can tell how anxious
I am to be ri'-h."
"Everybody seems to be."
"Yes ; not for the samo reason."
" Why, what is your reason ?"
The answer came with a sort of gasp
one word "You."
" Me?" The girl laughed and tossed
her head.
"Yes ; now it's out. I don't know
whether you care for me or not. Some
times you seem to and sometimes you
don't. But I like you better than
anybody iu the world so much that if
you say I may hope a litMe bit to make
you like mo as much, I shall have an ob
ject to work for to make myself rich
and great, perhaps ; und without that
hopo'I shan't have any. There it's
out. I've tried to say it a dozen times
before, and I couldn't go away not know
ing." Ho paused and the girl stared at him.
"You meant that for an offer of your
hand and heart, 1 suppose V she said.
" If so, I'll toll you what : I consider
it, coming from you to me, a piece of
impudence."
So, with her gay silk sweeping, and
her parasol flattering, the rich farmer's
heiress sailed away, leaving her boy
lover the picture of despair and morti
fication. So absorbed was he in his own insult
ed affections that he did not even notice
a plainly dressed little figure that stole
over the bridge ten minutes after, until
some one said : "Evan."
Then lie turned.
It was Lizzie Gale, in her neat straw
bonnet, and with her prayer book and
pocket handkerchief in her hand.
"You are goiBg away to-morrowf
Good-bye 1"
He took her offered hand.
"Good-bye, Lizzie."
"I hope you'll have a pleasant voy
age and suoceed."
" Thank you; but everything goes
wrong with me. I don't suppose you'll
ever see me back again."
They shook hands again. Ho made
no attempt to detain her, and she walk
ed away slowly and quietly, and never
wiped off the little tear that would tric
kle down her cheeks until she was sure
that Evan on the bridge could not see
her.
The next day Evan Wore had left
Farmingdale for years, if not for ever.
He went mortified and unhappy ; but,
strange to say, as much in Iovj as ever.
He was very young and very modest,
and Mattie Burt's uncalled for insult
took upon itself after a day or two the
form of plain speaking.
"Of course it was a piece of imperti
nence, and, of course, she couldn't
think of me," ho said. " I was crazy to
think of it. But some day some day I
will be rich, and have a name of some
kind."
Fortune making in very slow. Evan
was prosperous, but at first only moder
ately so; and months rolled by, and
years, and he grew to be a tall, broad
shouldered man, with a great brown
beard, before he was half rich enough to
go back to Farmingdale.
The time came at last, however. He
knew his success had become known in
his native place; he knew also thot Miss
Burt had married and was a widow; and
when he left China it was with the full
intention of establishing himself as a
merchant in London, and marrying
Mattie, if she were to be won. Such an
image as he carried with him, and over
the ocean, of guileless beauty and love
liness no artist's pencil ever painted.
and he took it wiih him to Farming
dale. There it vanished.
Before he had been in the place three
days he had seen Mattie, now Mrs. Fay,
and talked with her. She was pretty
still, but years had brought her charac
ter into her face, and she was decidedly
coarse. Ho saw now that she was igno
rant and vulgar, and that only his own
youthful ignorance had caused him to
overlook the fact in those old times
when he had fancied her perfection, and
the dream of so many years was over.
Now that Evan Ware had returned
rich aud prosperous, he might have con
soled himself with the affections of any
marriageable female in Farmingdale.
He was the lion of the place courted,
flattered, and smiled uron by budding
misses, spinsters and widow's. Every
one but Lizzie Gale smiled upon him.
She, mindful through all these long
years of the cold parting on the bridge,
vouchsafed him only the chilliest recog
tion ; and the fact anuoyed him. She
had grown to be a fine looking woman ;
and he remembered what a kind, pleas
ant girl she used to be, and longed to
know more of her. Ho longed in vain.
bho repulsed his attentions, and kept
him at a distance. Yet all the while she
secretly admired him, and her greatest
motive for the manner she adopted was
her feor lest Evan should think she had
been pining for him.
Tho widow Fay felt no such scruples.
Old Mr Burt, before he died, had specu
lated in sorno bubble and rained him
self ; aud instead of being the great
heiress all her little world had expected
her to be, Mattie found it hard work to
live and dress herself in the finery she
loved, on her small income. A rich hus
baud was her object, and Evan Ware
had been so desperately in love with her
that it was hardly likely that he- could
be quite indifferent now.
"I'm sure I'm handsome euonch
yet," thought Mattie, as she looked iu
the glass ; " and if he is resentful nbcut
the way I answered him, I'll manage
that somehow. It's too good a chance
to lose."
Therefore, from that moment, Evan
became the victim of sundry machina
tions, which were supposed to bo of
fatal effect, and was dressed at and
smiled at in a manner which made the
fact that " Mattie Fav was trvinp to
catch Evan Ware " patent to all Farm
ingdale. By this time, however, the said Evan
Wure was absolutely in lovo with Lizzie
Gale. She, at least, did not court his
money, and that was somethiutr to so
rich a mau.
He forced himself upon her little bv
little, till he inado his way.
It was spring; a lovely May. fresh aud
beautiful as May could be, and, accord
ing to custom, a grand picnic was on tho
tapis. At that picnio Evan Ware had
resolved to try his fato for the second
and last time; for should Lizzie Gale re
fuse him, he would never offer his hand
to another woman. And, ignorant of
this, at that same picnic, Mattie Fay
had resolved to bring her old admirer to
the point.
"It's ouly pique, I know, that keeps
him from speaking," sho said, as she
looked at herself in tho glass; "aud I'll
go all lengths to cure that."
The day appointed arrived. Evan
Ware maneuvered with success, and
found himself at the outset just where
he wished to be iu a little vehicle only
capable of holding two, with Lizzie
Gale by his side. The ride was a long
one, and there were plenty of chances
for tender speeches and soft glances.
Lizzie was yielding slowly, and when in
tho quietest part of the road, after all
tho other vehicles had passed them,
Evan paused entirely, and, looking
down into her eyes, said: "Lizzie, it
remains with you to decide my fate
you can send me back to China or keep
me here," her eyes dropped, and Bhe
made no pretense of misunderstanding
mm.
The next moment he had said : 'Will
you bo my nife, Lizzie?" and had taken
her hand aud pressed it to his lips; and
then, finding no denial, had kissed her
out and out.
It was a quiet sort of thing, but they
were quiet people, both of them. So
quiet that by the time they alighted
Lizzie had begged Evan "not to set
people talking " by devoting himself too
entirely to hor just yet; and Evan had
promised. Consequently Mistress Mat
tie, arrayed in pink for the occasion,
and looking certainly very young and
pretty, found the rich merchant at her
mercy, and took possession of him.
She walked him around a romantio
pond and down into a charming green
meadow, and talked of " the days that
were past " in a very sentimental man
ner. "We are so foolish when we are
young, Mr. Ware."
" Indeed we aro."
" And so repent our folly I do, I
know. I'm sure I don't know how to
approach the subject; but you remem
ber how rude I was on the bridge how
ridiculous. You never can have for
given." " Indeed I have, Mrs. Fay."
"Entirely?"
" Entirely," he replied.
" You know it wasn't from the heart.
Girls are so singular. The moment yon
had gone I wanted to call after you. If
you had asked me the question a sec
ond time, I should have answered dif
ferently." " Men are generally too proud to re
peat such questions," paid Evan. "I
am."
But the lady was not to be baffled.
"In matters of the heart pride should
have no place," she whispered. "For
my part, I'm ready to throw mine aside
and say "
But Evan Ware was thoroughly fright
ened. "Don't say anything either of us
might regret," he said, " because I,
this very morning, put that question to
another lady, and was answered favora
bly." Mattie stared at him ; she could not
believe her senses. But a sense of
shame and anger gradually broke upon
her, and putting her kerohief to her
eyes she sobbed out : "You're a heart
less flirt, sir I" and flounced away.
Evan Ware sat down upon a bank and
mused.
"Life is a queer thing," ho said to
himself. " What should I have said to
any one who had told me, ten years ao,
that I should come back to Farmingdale
to refuse Mattie Burt ?"
It was a good hour before he rejoined
the company, and then Mattie Fay had
taken herself home on a plea of illness.
Before many weeks were over, not
only Mattie but all Farmingdale knew
whom Evau had chosen, and it is a pitia
ble truth that sweet tempered Lizzie
has one enemy on earth, aud that indi
vidual resides at Farmingdale and is
named Mattie Foy.
Burning their Fleet.
Tho theater of one of the most irter
estiug of tho romances of the Hudson
river is presented in Lofty Bear moun
tain iu front, Lake Sinnipink, or Bloody
pond, on a broad terrace at its base, and
Poplopens creek flowing into the river
on the western shore between high
rocky banks. Upon theeo banks lay
Forts Clinton and Montgomery, the
former on the south side of the creek
aud the latter on tho north side.
These forts were built by the Ameri
cans for the defense of the lower en
trance to the Highlands against fleets of
tue enemy mat might ascend the river,
for it was known from tho beginning
that it was a capital plan of the British
ministry to get possession of the valley
of the Hudson, aud so separate New
England from tho other colonies. Jn
addition to these forts, a boom and chain
wero stretched across the river from
Fort Montgomery to Anthony's Nose to
obstruct the navigation.
Clinton swept around tho Douder
Berg with a part of his army, and fell
upon Forts Clinton and Montgomery.
This was on the sevouth of October,
1777. The brotheis Generals George
(Governor) and - James Clinton com
muuilud the little garrisons. They wcro
brave and vigilant. It was not an easy
task for the enemy to approach the fort
through the rugged mountain passes,
watched and attacked by scouting par
ties. They had divided, one party, ac
companied by the baronet,, making their
way toward evening between Lake,
Sinnipink and the river. There they
encountered abatis covering a detach
ment of Americans. A severe fight en
sued. The dead were thrown into tho
lake, and it was called Bloody poud.
Both divisions now pressed toward
the forts, closely invested them, and
were supported by a heavy cannonade
from tho British flotilla. The battle
raged until twilight. Overwholuiiug
numbers of the assailants caused tho
Americans to abandon their works uuder
cover of darkness and flee to the moun
tains'. Before leaving they set firo to
two frigates, two armed galleys, and a
sloop, which had been placed above the
boom.
That conflagration was magnificent.
The sails of the vessels were all set, and
they soon became splendid pyramids of
flame. Over the bosom of the river was
spread a broad sheet of ruddy light for
a great distance, and the snrrounding
mountains were brilliantly illuminated
by tho tire, which gave aid to the fugi
tives among the dreary hills. Thepo
features of the event, with tho booming
of the loaded cannon on the burning
vessels when tho fire reached them,
answered by echoes from a hundred
hills, produced a scene of awful
grandeur never witnessed before nor
since on the borders of the Hudson. It
was a wild and fearful romance, thct
ended in the breaking of the boom and
chain, and tho passago up the river of a
British squadron with marauding troops.
These laid in ashes many a fair man
sion belongiug to republicans as far
north as Livingston's manor, on the
lower verge of Columbia county.
His Own Doctor.
A mau of high intelligence, well edu
cated, and of vigorous understanding in
most things, was nevertheless given to
the practice of self-tormenting in re
gard to the state of his health. Ho was
fairly robust, ate and drank well, slept
easily, walked with remarkable energy,
was capable of service and long sustain
ed mental labor and of much physical
exertion. Unluckily for himself, he be
gan to study domestic medicine, aud
straightway a too active imagination led
him to simulate in his own case the
symptoms of almost every disease he
had happened to read of. He was par
alytic, apopleotic, rheumatic ; he had
heart disease, his lungs were affected,
his liver was congested; gout threaten
ed him; his vision became enfeebled;
obscure sensations alarmed him as to the
state of his brain; fevers of one kind or
another were perpetuallyhatohing in his
system. The man's life became a bur
den and a misery to him; he half-kille 1
himself with terror, and nearly succeed
ed in getting poisoned by a succession
of varied and opposing remedies.
At last he was cured. Reading the
symptoms of a condition from which it
is physiologically impossible that men
should recover, he found to his horror
that each particular symptom was dis
tinctly marked in his own case. He
went over the ground agaiu and again ;
each renewed examination only served
to bring out the symptoms with more
alarming distinctness. Then the affair
became too ludicrous; a hearty fit of
laughter dissipated not only that par
ticular ailment, but all the rest, and the
sufferer was cured.
Tho Sliver Products.
The following table, based upon actual
returns from Germany, Austria, France,
Great Britain, Spain and the United
States, and upon estimates founded on
tho most a vailable accounts from other
countries, recently prepared by Profes
sor R. W. Raymond, of New York, will
show the world's product of silver for
1873, and enable us to form an intelli
gent judgment on the subject:
mivtr.
Great Britain a?d colonies $1,000,000
Hweden and Norway 250,000
Russia 500,000
Austro-Hungarian mouarohy 1,600,000
German empire 8,000,000
France 3.000,000
Spain 2,000,000
Italy 600,000
Mexioj 20,000,000
Central and South America. ....... 8,000,000
Canada 000,000
United States 36,600,000
Total J76,250,000
According to Humboldt and Danson,
the value of silver produced in Mexico
aud Peru from 1492 to 1803 was $4,152,
050,000. The production in Europe
during the same period was about $200,
000,000. From the period from 1804 to
1848 Danson gives $1,244,380,794 as the
production of Mexico and South Ameri
ca ; that of Europe and Asiatic Russia
for the same period having been about
$325,000,000. For the period from 1848
to: 1802, Professor W. P. Blake, in his
' Report ou the Production of the Pre
cious Metals," gives the following esti
mate of the silver product : United
States, $73,000,000 ; Mexico, $380,000,
0J0; South America, $200,000,000; Aus
tralia, $20,000 ; Europe and Asiatic Rus
sia, $100,380,000; total, $813,400,000.
From 1808 to 1875 the product of silver
may be approximately estimated at
$163,000,000 for the United States,
$140,000,000 for Mexico, $56,000,000 for
South America, and $03,000,000 for the
rest of the world. None of these esti
mates includo the produce of Japan,
China aud Central Asia, of which noth
ing is known. We have, then, as the
grand total of the silver product from
the discovery of America to the present
time, $7,150,000,000. The average pro
duction of silver at the present time
is about $90,000,000 per annum, and of
gold about $185,000,000 per annum.
The annual production of silver aver
aged over 380 years since the discovery
of America has been about $1,882,000
per annum.
Sii mmiiig Up the Case.
The ownership of a dog was the sub
ject of litigation in Clarksville, Ky., and
there was a large attendance of interest
ed countrymen at the trial. Great things
were expected of the opposing lawyers,
Hurd and Dougall, who had been hired
at great cost to come from Louisville.
Hurd was prompt, but Dougall was de
layed, and the justice, being a stickler
for punctuality, decided that the cose
must go on. All the evidence had been
taken when Dougall entered. "I'm
afraid I'll lose my fee," he whispered to
Hurd, who responded: "Oh, no; I'll
give you the points of the evidence in
two minutes, and you cau sum up just
as well as though you had been here
from the start" Thereupon Hurd told
him that the trouble was about a trade
of a dog for a jackass, and pretended to
, givo him the particulars. The audience
was impatient during the whispering,
and was deeply attentive to the oratory
when it begun. Dougall glowingly de
scribed the qualities of the dog, told af
fecting stories of his sagacity, and
wrought his hearers up to a high pitch
of enthusiasm. Then he paused, wiped
his heated brow, and said, solemnly :
" Now, gentlemen of the jury, we come
to the jackass." " Eh?" said tho jus
tice. "Now," the orator repeated,
with impressive emphasis, "we come to
the jackass." "You ore the first jackass
I'vo heard of in this case," said the jus
tice, and an outburst of laughter in
formed Dougall how badly he had been
sold. On tho way to Louisville he said
to Hurd : " I will make an earnest effort
not to kill you, if you will promise
never to mention this case ;" but Hurd
said ho would risk his life rather than
not tell.
Real Estate in England.
The Doomsday-Book, just published
iu London, gives the name of every man
iu England who possesses an acre of her
soil, covering every grade of proprietor
ship, from the mighty Duke of North
umberland, who possesses in a single
county 181,000 acres, yielding, ou an
average, five dollars per acre, or the
Duke of Devonshire, with 83,000 acres
in Dorbyshiro alone, down to the owner
of an acre villa lot. There are eight or
nine boroughs in which tho landlord is
qua landlord absolute over a majority
of electors, but no division of a county
is iu that position, the nearest approach
to it being the case of the Duke of
Northumberland, whose colossal prop
erty, besides being greater than that of
any single man, is almost concentrated
iu the county which bears his name a
visible aggregation of power which ac
cidentally or consciously has in most
'amilies been avoided. But it is still
painfully evident that in most counties
a few families aro so largely endowed
that they could veto any selection for
Parliament, and so long as their tenants
obey them, agree in ordinary if not ex
traordinary times on any member. In
Northumberland, to take a single in
stance, twenty-six gentlemen could pro
hibit anything like absolute free elec
tion. They own half the 1,220,000 acres
in the county.
The Tramp Question.
Orange county, N. Y., adopted the
" work system " last year to rid itself of
the great nuisance of being overstocked
with tramps. In thai annual report,
just submitted, the almshouse commis
sioners of Newburgh say : " While they
did not suppose themselves able to sug
gest a plan entirely free from objection
to deal with the evil, yet they were con
vinced that relief associated with labor
was the surest plan to break it np. After
testing the matter the commissioners
are glad to be able to report that their
labor plans have been entirely success
ful, in proof of which they would state
that last year at this time it was no un
common thing to have as many as
twenty-five a day, while at the present
time we seldom have more than one or
two."
THE FIRST BULL RUS.
Why the Federal Troop were not Fallowed
Up b the Confederate Letter from
Uen. Hennrrgnril.
Gen. Beauregard has written the fol
lowing letter, which will be read with
interest : I avail myself of the first op
portune moment to answer your letter
inquiring oi me, as in command at tne
time, why the pursuit of the Federals
immediately after their rout at the battle
of Manassas, July 21, 1861, was sudden
ly checked and the Confederate troops
reoalled toward Manassas. 1 will nrst
state that, though with Gen. Joseph E.
Johnston's consent, I exercised the com
mand during the battle, at its close, after
x nau ordered all the troops on the field
in pursuit, I went personally to the
Lewis House and relinquished that com
mand to him. I then started at a gallop
to take immediate charge of the pursuit
on the Centreville turnpike, but was
soon overtaken by a courier from Man
assas, with a note addressed to me by
Col. T. G. Rhett, of Gen. Johnston's
staff, who had been left there in the
morning to forward that general's troops
as they might arrive by rail from Win
chester. Col. Rhett thereby informed
me that a strong body of Federal troops
had crossed the Bull Run at Union
Mills ford, on our right, and was ad
vancing on Manassas, our depot of sup
plies, which had been necessarily left
very weakly guarded. I hurried back
to the Lewis House to communicate
this important dispatch to Gen. John
ston, aud both of us believing the infor
mation to be authentic, I undertook to
repair to the threatened quarter with
Ewell's and Holmes' brigades, at that
moment near the Lewis House, where
they had just arrived, too late to take
purt in the action. With these troops I
engaged to attack the enemy vigorously
before he could effect a lodgment ou our
side of Bull Run, but asked to be re
enforced as soon as practicable by such
troops as might be spared from the Cen
treville pursuit.
Having reached the near vicinity of
Union Mills ford without meeting any
enemy, I ascertained to my surprise that
the reported hostile passage was a false
alarm growing out of some movements
of our own troops (a part of Gen. D. R.
Jones' brigade), who had been thrown
across the run in the morning, pursuant
to my offensive plan of operations for
the day, and upon their return now to
the south bank of the run were mis
taken, through their similarity of uni
form, for the Federals. I returned to
intercept the march of the two brigades
who were following me toward Union
Mills, and as it was quite dark when I
met them, and they were greatly jaded
by their long march and countermarch
during that hot July day, I directed
them to halt and bivouac where they
were. Hearing that President Davis
and Gen. Johnston had goner to Manas
sas, I returned and found them at my
headquarters.
This will explain to you why the par
tial "retrogado movement " to which
you refer waj made, and why no sustain
ed vigorous pursuit of McDowell's army
was made that evening. Any pursuit of
the Federal-! next day, toward their ral
lying point at and around the Long
Bridge over the Potomac, could have
led to no possible military advantage,
protected as that position was by a sys
tem of field works. No movement upon
Washington by that route could have
boen possible, for, even if there had
been no such works, the bridge a mile
in length was commanded by Federal
ships of war, and a few pieces of artil
lery or the destruction of a small part of
the bridge could have made it's passage
impracticable.
Our ouly proper operation was to pass
the Potomac above into Maryland, at or
about Edwards' ferry, and march upon
the rear of Washiugton. With the hope
of undertaking such a movement, I had
caused a reconuoisance of the country
and shore (south of the Potomac) in that
quarter to be made in the month of
June, but the necessary transportation,
even for tho ammunition essential to
such a movement, hud not boen provided
for my forces, notwithstanding my ap
plication for it during more than a
month beforehand, nor was there twenty-four
hours' food at Manassas for the
troops brought together for that battle.
Overskirts fur Ladies.
Overskiits abound, says the Bazar,
aud instead of being diminished, they
almost conceal the lower skirt, and in
many cases are longer and wider than
the close plain skirt worn under them,
and of which only a part of the flounce
on each side is shown. Tho front and
sides cling as closely as they now do,
and aro often cut bias, or else are ar
ranged iu diagonal bhapo ; indeed,
sometimes tho whole overskirt appears
to be cut bias. The back is slightly
bouffant, and has set drapery almost to
the end. This is sometimes arranged ou
long tapes, with several fastenings ou
each tape, as described last week; in
other dresses of rich material there is
one long careless looking and soft puff
sewed in shape down the back nearl to
the end, aud made graceful by being
cut bias. Facings, knife plaitiugs, and
fringe trim the overskirts of silk or
wool dresses; lace is much usod on
grenadines and net over dresses.
New polonaises aro the long plain
habit garments we have already de
scribed, and, like the new overskirts,
almost conceal the dress skirt beneath
them.
All are Dead.
The Idaho World telis a stoiy that
seems almost incredible. One evening
two years ago a party of ten of the
prominent citizens of Idaho gave a re
ception at Boise City. Now not one is
living, all having met with violent
deaths. One was killed by an insane
man, another preferred laudanum to
political disgrace, another blew his
Drains out witn a pistol ball, one was
murdered and his body concealed among
the rocks, one fell down a mine shaft
six hundred feet and was dashed to
pieces, another was assassinated while,
walking along the street, one fell out of
a wagon and received fatal injuries about
the head, one was killed in Washington
Territory, and the last of the ten was
scalped by Indians in eastern Idaho.
THE MOTHER AS I) HER BOY.
An Incident Told by Iter. Mr. ftloorir, the
Kvancellut, In One or hl Mermoni.
In England I was told about an only
son these only sons are hard to bring
up properly ; they have every whim and
caprice gratified ; they nave grown np
headstrong, self-willed, and obstinate,
and make it miserable for any one to
nave anything to do with tbem. Well,
this son had a father something like him
self in disposition. And one day a
quarrel arose between them, and at last,
as the son would not give in and own he
was wrong, the father iu a fit of anger
said that he Wished his son would leave
his house aud never come back again.
" Well," rejoined the boy (as angry as
his father), " I will leave, and I never
will enter your house again until you
ask me." " Well, then, you won't come
back in a hurry," replied his ' father.
The boy then left. The father then
gave up the boy, but the mother did not.
Perhaps these men horo won't un
derstand that, but you women do. A
great many things will separate a man
from his wife, a father from his son,
but nothing iu the wide, wide world will
ever separate a mother from her child.
A jury can briug in a verdict against h r
son ; the hisses may go up against him ;
he is condemned to be hanged ; there is
not a friendly paper to write an article
in his favor. But if his mother be there,
the boy has at least one eye to rest upou
him, one heart to beat in sympathy with
him. He is taken to the cold, damn
cell aud loft to his fate. All forsake him
but his mother. She comes there : she
puts her arms around his neck ; sho
kisses him ; sho would spend all the
time with him if the officers would allow
it. She cannot save him.' The day be
fore his execution she see him for tho
last time ; she has not the courage to see
him in the shadow of the gallows. The
supreme moment at length arrives ; he
is led forth, and in a few minutes he
dangles a corpse. Does the mother
then forgot him ? No ; even now she
goes to his grave, strews flowers upon
it, and waters them with her tears. A
mother's love is next to God's love.
Death is stronger than everything else :
yes, but with tho exception of one thing
a mother's love. Death and decay may
wreck a city, buildings may cease to
exist, everything yields beforo him but
a mother's love. To refer to the illus
tration again : When tho father had
given the boy up, he thought he would
never ceme back, the mother was takon
very sick. She had boen trying by
every means in her power to enect a
reconciliation between the father and
son. When she found she could not re
cover from her illness, she again re
newed her efforts with all tho power of
a mother's love. She wrote to her son,
imploring him to ask his father's for
giveness. He sent word back that he
would not write to his father unless his
father first wrote to him. "I will never
come home until he asks me," he said.
The mother began to get lower aud
lower. Her husband at this time came
to her bedside and asked if there was
anything he could dofor her. "Yes.yes,"
she cried, " there is one thing you can
send for my boy. That is tne only wish
I have on earth that is not gratified. If
you do not care for him while I am alive,
who will care for him when I am gone ?
I cannot bear to die and leave my child
among strangers. Just let me see him
and speak to him and I will die iu
peace." The father said he could not
send for him. He could, but he
wouldn't. He did not want to. Tho
mother has but a few hours now to live.
She again beseeches her husband that
he will send lor their son. The father
said he would send a dispatch to him,
but iu her name. " No, no ; that would
not do." Well, he can stand it no long
er, and he signs his own at the foot oi
tho telegram. It was sent, and the
moment the boy received it he took the
first train home. The father was stand
ing by the side of the bed wh'ii the son
arrived. But when he saw the door open
ne turned his back upou him aLd walked
away. The mother grasped the hand of
her boy aud pressed it agaiu and again,
and kissed him fervently. " Oh ! just
speak to your father, won't you 2 Just
speak the first word." " No, mother, I
will not speak to him until ho speaks to
me." The excitement was too much
and she was rapidly sinking. She told
her husband she was dying, bhe now
took his hand iu one of hers, and held
the hand of her boy in the other, aud
sought aud strove to bring about a re
conciliation. But neither would speak.
With her last strength she then placed
the hand of the son into the hand of the
father and sunk down into 1 he arms of
death, and was borne by the angels into
the kingdom of God. The father looked
at the wife and then at the boy; he
caught his eye ; they fell upon each
other's neck, and there stood weeping
by the bed of the departed. That is the
illustration I have given, but it is not a
fair illustration in this respect : God is
not angry with us. With that excep
tion it is a good illustration of reconcili
ation. Christ brought the hand of the
Father clear down to this world : He
put the hand of the sinner into the hand
of His Father and died that they might
be reconciled. Yon have nothing to do
then to bring about a reconciliation.
God is already reconciled to us and is
ready to save us.
t A Mystery Solved.
John Reeves, an oystermau, of
Borden town, N. J., disappeared, and
some days after a man who supplied him
with oysters called' at his saioon, and
not finding him inquired the cause.
Some neighbors informed him that he
had gone bunting and had not returned.
The oyster dealer said : " I don't bo
lieve that; I think Reeves is in his
saloon dead." He made known his
suspicions to the authorities, and ou
bursting open the doors Reeves' body
was found in tbe cellar, he having died
in an apopleotio fit. A corouer's jury
was summoned to view the body. - While
looking at tbe corpse, William Garwood,
one of the jurymen, fell in a fit, and,
after being taken home, died in a few
hours. ' A post-mortem examination was
made of his body, and the doctors de
clared that his death resulted from the
inhalation of poisonous atmosphere that
generated in the cellar from the- dead
body of Reeves
Items of Interest.
A man can make himself as miserable
as he needs to be by ' attempting to cor
rect all the evils in the world.
It has been found that in nearly every
civilized country the tree that bears the
most fruit for market is the axle-tree.
According to the latest definition, a
bachelor is a man who has lost the op
portunity of making a woman miserable.
Many persons have brought on serious
sickness by holding on to the knob of
the front door while standing in a draft,
and speaking " last words to friends
or visitors.
" What is a conscience ?" asked- a
schoolmaster of his class. "An inward
monitor," replied a bright little fellow.
"Aud what's a monitor?" " Ono of
the ironclads."
A man that will swear at the pig that
neglected to eat the acorns that grew the
tree from which came tho refractory
piece of oak he is vainly trying to split,
may bo said to have gotten down to the
root of the thing.
Let every man do his duty, this cen-rf
tennial spring, beginning by clearing up
all such rubbish about his yard as old
boards, tin cans, broken bottles, lioop
skirts, superannuated bustles, dead
limbs, and caved-in barrels.
An American in London has found
that waste beer and the linsings of beer
glasses are sopped or swabbed up with
ragx, which are then squeezed and
made to yield a cheap drink to be sold
the next day to unsuspecting Britons.
A young lady dressed in much false
hair was warbling at the piano, nud when
her mother summoned her to assist in
some houx-hold duties, her rosy lips
opened pontingly and she snapped out,
"Oh, do it yourself r'.And then she went
on singin? : " ivind words can never
die."
A few years ago you could sit np and
talk philosophy with a girl all night ;
but now if you stay after one or two
o'clock in the morning the old peoplo
begin to pound on tho floor up stairs
for you to go. Wo don't mind it our
selves, but we can't help feeling for the
girls.
The peoile of Great Britain consume
on an average five and a half bushels of
wheat annually per individual. Tho
number to be fed is about 33,000,000.
The crop the past year is estimated at
72,000,000 bushels. This opens a
demand for about 100,000,000 bushels
from other countries.
A Mexican girl has just been discover
ed with three well-developed arms. Any
well regulated husband, contemplating
this singular freak of nature, can't but
reflect how convenient the third hand
would be to hold him in position by the
hair while the other two warmed his
jacket with a broomstick.
The Franklin (Ky.) Patriot says :
We notice seventy-five cents shirts ad
vertised in our city exchanges. We
shall never insult our manhood by get
ting into such a cheap rag as that. No
rather lot us continue to deceive an
unsuspecting public with a paper collar
skillfully pinned to the crater of a close
buttoned vest.
Said a little boy to his mother the
other morning: " Ma, I had the beanti-
fulest dream last night you ever saw. I
dreamt that I wouldn't go to school and
that you went out into the yard and cut
a great long switch, but just as you was
going to give me an awful dressiu' the
world came to an end I Didn't I get out
of it easy, though ?"
A Santa Cruz county man's house
was recently robbed by three tramps,
who took a quantity of clothing. He
followed them several miles iuto the
mountains, overtook them, and started
them back. Becoming tired of watch
ing them, he tied them to trees, gave
them a sound thrashing, and them turn
ed them loose, one at a time, and went
home rejoicing.
In the treatment of burns in the chari
ty hospital, New York, when of a super
ficial character, a preparation consisting
of two parts of collodion and one of
olive oil has been found to be very effi
cacious. When the burn is of an exten
sive character, gasoline proves of de
cided benefit. Tho advantage of gaso
line is that it is of the right con
sistence, and does not become rancid.
About 20,000,000 tons of coal are
mined yearly fn Pennsylvania. In the
mines, umvrought, it is worth fifty cents
a ton, or $10,000,000; mined aud
brought to tho surface, it is worth $1.50
a ton, or $30,000,000 ; ground, broken,
and placed on tne cars, it is worth $2.50
a ton, or $50,000,000; delivered at the
boundaries of the State or on shipboard,
it is worth on an average $5.50, or
$110,000,000, which is the sum annually
paid to Pennsylvania for coal.
Thoughts for Saturday Sight.
Too much idleness, I have observed,
fills up a man's time much more com
pletely, and leaves him less his own mas
ter, than any sort of employment what
soever. That acknowledgment of weakness
which we make in imploring to h
from hunger, aud from temptation, is
surely wisely put in our daiiy prayer.
Think of it, you who are ncn, ana lane
heed how you turn a beggar away.
Prejudices, it is well know, m tue
most difficult to eradicate from the
heart whose soil has never been louaeueu
or fertilized by education; tuey grow
there as firm as weeds among rocks.
There is no weariness like that which
rises from doubting, from the perpetual
jogging of unfixed reason. The tor
ment oi suspense is very great ; and as
soon as the wavering, perplexed mind
begins to determine, be the determina
tion whion way soever, it will nud itself
at ease.
He who can wait for what he desires
takes tho course not to be exceedingly
grieved if he fails of it. He, on the
contrary, who labors after a thing too
impatiently, thinks the success, when it
comes, is not a recompense equal to all
the pains he has been about it.
It is the most beautiful truth in morals
that we have no such thing as a distinct
or divided interest from our race. In
their welfare is ours ; and, by choosing
the", broadest paths to effect their hap
piness, we choose the surest and the
shortest to oar own. .