The Waynesboro' village record. (Waynesboro', Pa.) 1871-1900, December 10, 1874, Image 1

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    BN" W. BLAIR.
,*eiect pain!.
• The following Ones are so beautiful, pa
ghet4,. and entirely human, that we can
:mot forbear giving them a place in our col
;limns. The refrain is beautifully brought
in, and the pathetic tones of the ruined
girl cannot,.fail to appeal to the hearts of
Theo:light is shining tbro' the window-pane:
isoalaughingogroup that aide the glass,
Within, all light ; without, pitch-dark an
I see, but feel no pleasure as I pass,
Out in, the streets.
Another casement,within the curtain drawn
There the light thrOws the shadow of a
form— •
A woman's, with n chilii—a man's: all gone!
ney with each other. I am with the storm
Out in the streets.
There at the open window sits a man,
His d•iy's toil over, with his pipe alight ;
His wife leans over him,with her tale began
Of the days doings. lam with the night,
Out in the,streets.
All these have homes and hope and light
and cheer.
And those around who love them. Alt!
;fur me,
Who, have no home, bat wander sadly here,
Alone with night, and storm and misery,
Out in the stre4r.
The rain soaks through my clothing to the
So lot it. Curses on that cheery ligh '
There is no light with me and shame and
I wander in the night raid of the night,
Out do the streets.
Yon who betrayed me with a loving kiss,
• "Whose very touch could thrill me throw'
and th rou'—
When you first sought me, did you think
of this?
•My curse. • But why waste time in cursing
You are beyond my hatred now. You stand
Above reproach; you know no wrong nor
guile ;
; Foremost among the worthies of the•land.
You are all good, and I a wretch all vile,
Out in• the streets.
Yon lave a danghtE r, young, and innocent ;
You love her doubtless. I was as pure as
refbre my heart to be your lacky wont.
Gol guard her Never let her roam, like
ft was a father's darling long ago;
'Twas well he died before my babe was
born ;
And that's dead too—somo comfort in my
Wet. cold and hungered, homeless, sick,
„How the cold rain benumbs my weary limbs!
What makes the pavement heave?' Ah 1•
wzt and chill,
I bear the little children singing hymns
• In the village church—how• peaceful now
and still,
Bnt why this vision of my early days?
Why cornea the church-door in the pub-
Be way?
Hence with this mocking sound of prayci
and praise!
1 have:no cause to pra:., I dare not inn,
Oat in Me streets.
What change is here? The night again
grows warm ;
The air is fragrant as an infant's breath,
Why, where's my hunger.? .Left me in the
sow, God forgive my sins? this, this is
Pistellaurous Pading.
We take this from the Washington cor
respondence of .the Pittsburg Leader :
Chandler's great hobby is kis skill ns
pugilist. Roscoe Conkling is also a great
hexer. He has aprivate gymnasium in
his residence at Washington, where after
t'inner he invites such of his friends as
.are gymnastically inclined for a friendly
little bout with the gloves. Conklin; is
a very good amateur boxer, and as he is
a very large, powerful man, he generally
has it his own way with the guests who
are bold enough to put en-the gloves with
him. For some time it was an open dis
pute between Chandler and Cenkling
Nvhich was the better boxer of the two.—
:Chandler would, aftkir every dinner party
of which he was a member, calmly assert
that he could lick any man of his weight
in the United States. One day last win
ter Chandler dined with Conkling, and
the-latter inveigled the great war Senator
into the private gymnasium. The gloves
were donned, and the two doughty cham
pions began to make graceful Senatcrial
passes toward one smother, according to
the most approved rules of the P. R. The
bout, however, was of very short dura
tion. Chandler suddenly received a blow
:between the eyes, which caused - the huge
Out in the streets
Out in the streets
Out in the street:
Out in the streets
Out ;n Mr ,ftreett
•Senatorial-form-to go or. .b.acli_v_tai_±d_; his
ztrusty legs failed him, and then he sat
down so hard that tears came out of his
eyes. It took four men to get the war
-Senator on his legs, but he threw up the
, sponge at once, withal t any further effort
to punish Conkliiii.. — The only remark he
was ,heard to make was, "Damn stranger
and "PHfIN. him yet:"
Conkling and Chandler mere ranch to-,
gether in a social way, and it was not
long after the above occurrence when
: Chandler ..received another invitation to
come•up to his house and spread his legs
under Conkling's social board. Chandler
sent back word that he regretted very
much. bie inability to be present, but he
had a his house, a valued consti
tutent from Michigan, and he could not
leave him. Conkling .sent back word,
"Bring your friend along." With this
form of invitation Chandler consented to
come up. He brought his friend with
him, and introduced him as Mr, froward,
of Detroit, Michigan. Howard was a
sad-eyed man of diffident manners, who
contented himself with paying a very close
attention to the themes of the bill - ot fare
rathbr than to join in the general conver
sation of the dinner table. Conkling was
in great glee during the dinner. He told
over and over again the story of Chand
ler's discomfiture as a boxer, and never
seemed to tire of as mg um what be
thought about his ability to lick any man
in theArnited States. Chandler took all
these remarks in an absent-minded way.
as . if, suddenly, he had become lifted a
bove any such pstty ambition of consider
ing himselfa fine athlete. After dinner
Conkling led his guests into the gymnasi
um for a general smoke and chat.
"Come," said he, pleasantly to Chand
ler, "don't you want another bout with
the gloves?" and then Conkling laughed
again in his ;nost cheerful, turkey-gobbler
style, as he put on.a pair of gloves.
"• • '.vast to liox.rsallChand
ler ; "but' perhaps my friend here would
consent, to amuse, you." ,Turn'ng to Mr.
Howard, Chandler remarked, "You box
do you not?"
Dlr.:Howard still looked sad-eyed and
absent minded. He did once know some
thing about it, but it was such a long
time ago.
"Come,, come," said Conkling, "let's
have a friendly bout I won't hurt yon."
Evidently the great New York Senator
was pining to knock some one down. The
sad-eyed Mr. Howard, evidently flattered
at the prospect of being knocked down distinguished a man, began slowly
to put on a pair of gloves. As he was
drawing on the gloves Chandler was ob
served to walk down a little to the back
ground. A contented look was on his
face, and every now and then he would
raise his huge right foot up under his
swaying voluminous coat tail and give
himself a congratulatory kick, expressive
of :rapture.
The sad-eyed man now came forward,
and the round began. Con k 1 ing was for.
.proceeding at once to knock his opponent
down, and he would have done so had he
not found great difficulty in getting any
where near the sad-eyed man The afflar
culminated by the sad-eyed man's sud
denly rushing forward and landing a
thunderbOlt of a fist between Conkling 's
eyes. The Senator went over like a big
tree, and rolled into a corner of the room,
where he.lay for a moment stunned by
the concussion. He was heard to say af
terward that he thought a house had fat=
len on him.
.Conk ling had •cuough of - boxing for
once. .Chandler made several pleasant
little remarks about the skill of his friend
Conklin, which were not received in the
most. cheerful way. Judge of Conkling,'s
feelings the next .day when he learned
Chandler had played a joke on him by
giving Mr. Howard 8100 to come up and
bounce Mr. Conk ling. The Mr. Howard,
of Detroit, Michigan, was none other than
Jem Mace.
AUTUMN AND REmr.cmotst.—Untlettbt
eßy external circumstances and Witten.
cies have much to do with moods of mind.
The Spring is full of hope; the intense
heat of Summer leavt.s little room for any
thing else but the the desire to keep com
fortable ; while Autumn is especially the
season for reflection. Our thoughts be
come grave and solemn. We are draw
ing :time, and perceptibly, towards the
(Awe of another year, and we involunta
.riry.ask ourselves what life consists of, for
what purpose we live, and to what the
journey so rapidly being traversqd is to
lead ?
• Yes, we ask, not alone what life is, but
what death is, about a future life, and
where and when that future life is to be?
Autumn speaks to the soul in a voice to
which it cannot but listen. It acorns as
if all the dead whom we have known are
silently beckoning to us new ; but it is in
-vain that we sigh or strive for an intelli
ble communicat;on with them.' We can
only submit to the inevitable melancholy
mood, and wait patiently for the day of
great knowledgt.
odd for a dead person to give directions
for his.or her own resuscitation. but that
is what fleet-It-red a short time ngn, in the
case of a young lady in a Masgtchusetts
town, mad stranger still the directions
were obeyed and the enepse revived, at
up and conversed cheerily, apparently
recognized no one. A few minutes after
the body again fell back on the bed ap
parently lifeless. .llowever, a voice again
preceded from her throat, and she again
recovered. This dying and coming to life
was repeated at intervals for two or three
days, when the girl died for good. The
fact that the voice was that of a gruff'
man, and that the girl was spoken of in
the ; third person, persuades the relatives
that she was possessed with.spirits.
The Boy Astronomer.
The first transit .of Venus-ever seen by
a human 'eye' was predicted by a boy, and
was observed by that boy just as he reach
ed. the age of manhood. His name was
scure village near Liverpool, England.—
Ha was a lover of books of science, and
before he reached the age of eighteen he
'had mastered the astronomical knowledge
of the day. He studied the problems of
Kepler, and he.-made the discovery that
the tables of Kepler indicated the near
approach of the period of the transit of
.Venus across the sun's centre. This was
about the year 1635.
—Often on midsummer nights the boy
Herrox.might have been seen in the fields
watching the planet Venus. The desire
sprtme• b up within him to see the transit
of the beautiful planet. across the disc of
the sun, for it was a sight that no eye had ,
ever seen, and one that would tend ,, to solve
some of the greatest problems ever pre
to the mind of' an astronomer. So
the boy began to examine the. astronomi
cal tables of. Kepler, and by their aid en
deavored to demonstrate at what time the
next transit would occur. .He found an
error in the tables, and then he_ , being the
first of all astronomers-to make the pre
cise carculation, discovered the exact date
when the next transit would take,place.
He tohtliis secret to one intimate friend,
a boy, who, like himself, loved science.—
The young astronomer then awaited the
event which he had predicted for a num
ber of years, never seeing the loved plan-,
et in the shaded evening sky without
dreaming of the day when the transit
should fulfill the beautiful vision be car
ried continually iu his mind. •
The memorable year came at 1a5t—
.1639. The predicted day of the transit
came too, at the end of the year. It was
Sunday. It found Horrox, the boy as
tronomer, now just past twenty years of
age, intently watching a sheet of paper
in a, on which lay the sun's
reflected image. Over this reflection of
the sun's disc on the paper he expected,
moment by moment, to see the planet pass
like a moving spot or shadow.
Suddenly, the church-bells ring. He
was a very religious South, and was ac
customed to heed the church-bells as a
call from Heaven. The paper - still was
spotless ; no shadow broke the outer edge
of the sun's luminous circle.
Still the church-bells.ring. Should he
go? A cloud might hide the sun before
his return, and the expected disclosure be
lost for a century.
But, Horrox said to himself: "I must
not neglect the worship of the Creator, to
see the wonderful things the Creator has
So he left the reflected image of the sun
on the paper, and went to the sanctuary.
When he returned from the service, he
hurried to the room. The sun was still
shining, and there, like a shadow on the
bright circle of the' paper, was the image
of the planet Venus!• It crept slowly a
long the bright centre, like the finger of
the Invisible. Then the boy astronomer
knew that the great problems of astrono
my were correct, and *the thought filled
his pure heart with religious joy.
Horror died at the age of twenty-two.
Nearly one hundred and thirty years af
terward, Venus was again seen crossing
-the sun. The whole astronomical world
was then interested in the event, and ex
peditions of observation were fitted out
•by the principal European Governments.
It was observed in this country by David
Rittenhouse, who fainted when he saw the
vision.—Hezekiah Butterworth, in SC Nich
olas for December.
What .to Do When in Trouble
Don't try to quench your sorrow in rum
or narcotics. If you begin ybu must keep
on with it till it leads you to ruin ; or, if
you pause, you must add physical pain
and the consciousness of degradation to
the sorrow you seek to escape. Of all
wretched men, his condition is the most
pitiful who, having sought to drown his
grief in drink, awakes from his debauch
with shattered nerves, aching head, and
depressed mind, to face the same trouble
again. That which was at first painful
to contemplate will, after drink, seem un
bearable. Ten to one the fatal drink will
be again and again sought till its victim
sinks a pitiful wreck.
Work is your true remedy. If reisfor
tune hits you hard, pitch into something
with a will. There's nothing like good,
solid, absorbing, exhausting work to cure
trouble. If you have met with losses,
you don't want tolie awake thinking a
bout them. You want sweet, sound sleep
and to eat your dinner with appetite.—
Bnr. you can't unless you work. If you
don't feel like work, end go a loafing all
day to tell Tom, Dick and Harry the sto
ry of your woes, you'll awake and keep
yaur wife awake by your tossings, spoil
her temper and your own breakfast the
nest morning, and begin to-morrow feel
ing ten times worse than you do to-day.
There are some great troubles that on
ly time heals, and perhaps some that can
never be healed at all,tatt all can be help
ed by the great panacea, work. Try it,
you who are afflicted. It is not a patent
medicine. It has proved its efficacy since
first Adam and Eve left behind them with
weeping their beautiful Eden. - It is an
official remedy. All good physicians in
regular standing prescribe it in cars of
mental and moral disease. It .overates
kindly and well, leaving no disagreeable
sequel. It will cure more complaints
than any nostrum in materia medico., and
come nearer to being a "cure all's than
any drug or compound of drugs in the
market, and it will not sicken you if you
do not take it 'Auger-coated.
Gray hairs are like the light of n soft
moon, silvering over the eveningof life. '
Saratoga trunks are noir for rut
In earth's lonely desert,
In regions, above,
To mortals and angels
T - w 'King like love
It brightens the landscape
Wherever we go,
,And beams like a star
• On our pathway of woe.
When the myrtles of Love
Breathe their odors around,
Their nirsie of hope
Gires to silence a sound.
Ohl dear is the spot,
Where our glances first met;
There sorrow may linger,
Though joy forget.
All melody breathing,
All sunshine and bloom,
Love sings to our cradle.
And garlands our tomb.
, Far away—far away,
Where the blight planets roll,
Oh I there is love's home,
In the land of the soul !
About the Hair.
Men become bald I Why ? Because
they wear close hats and caps. Women
are never bald. Sometimes, from long
continued headache, heat in the scalp,
bad hair-dressing and some other causes,
women may have bare spots here and
there ; but with all these causes combined,
you never see a woman with a bare, shiny,
bald head. And you never see a man
lose a hair below where the hat touches
, his scull. It will take it off as clean as
you can shave it down to exactly that
line, but never a hair below, not Who was
bald fifty years. ' The common black stiff
hat, as impervious as sheet iron, retains
the heat and perspiration. The little hair.
glands, which the same relation to
the hair that the seed wheat does to the
plant above ground, become weak from
the presence of, the moisture and heat,and
finally become too weak to sustain the
hair. It falls out, and baldness exists.—
A fur cap we have known to produce
complete baldness in a single winter.
A men with a good head of hair needs
very little protection when the hair grows.
Women who live much within doors, and
who are therefore peculiarly susceptible
to the cold, oil their hair and plaster it
down hard and flat upon their sculls, so
as to destroy nine-tenths of its power as a
non-conductor, have worn -for yeari3 post
age-stamps of bonnets stuck on the back
of their heads, exposing the whole tops of
their sculls, and then going out of furnace
heated parlors, have ridden for hours in
a very cold temperature without taking
cold and without complaint.
Man, with his greater vigor and hab
its of out-deor life, and with his hair not
plastered down, but thrown up loose and
light, could no doubt go to the north,pole,
so far as that part of his person is con-•
cerned, without any artificial covering.—
And yet we men wear immensely thick
fur caps, and what amounts to sheet-iron
hats, and do not dare step out in a chilly
atmosphere a moment lest we take cold.—
It is silly, weak, and really a serious er
ror. The Creator kenew what he WS a
-bout when he covered a man's scull with
hair. It has a very important function
in protecting the brain. Baldness is a se
rious misfortune. It will never occur in
any man who will wear such a hat as we
do—a common black high silk hat with
five hundred holes through the top, so
that there shall be snore hole than hat.
This costs nothing; the hatter will do that
for you when youpurchase your bet. If
the nap be combed back the wrong way,
and if after the• holes are made it be
combed the right way, no one will ever
observe the peculiarity.. The bat will
wear quite as long—the hatters say con
siderably longer—because it is dry instead
of moist ; in brief, there is not a single ob
jection to it, while it will certainly pre
vent baldness and keep the top of the
head cool and prevent much headache.
The public were startled last summer
when the statement was given that James
Lick, of California, had given several
millions of dollars for various charitable
and other purposes, and placing his en
tire estate in the hands of trustees, even
placing himself on the list of his own
beneficiaries. Among the things provid
ed for in Mr. Lick's deed of trust is $750-
000 for a powerful telescope for the State
of California, $300,000 for a California
School of Arts, $250,000 to be spent in it
building as a memorial of the history of
California, and $150,000 to be devoted
to a bronze monument to Francis Barton
Key, author uf the 'Star Spangled Ban
ner.' There are many other benefactions
not necessary to mention at this time., A
portion of Mr. Lick's immense estate was
sold last Tuesday, in San Francisco, at
public auction, and xealized two millions
of dollars, a sufficient sum to accomplish
all the specific purposes contained in the
extraordinary deed by which this public
spirited citizen reduced himself frotnipp
ttlence to a position of
,simple ease. Mr.
James Lick ,is a native of Fredericks
burg, Pa., who learned the trade of piano
making in Philadelphia in the early part
of this century. He was an adventurous
man ; was at one time engaged in mer
cantile business in Pent, South America
and went to California in 1848. He
°made his immense fortune in mining and
careful real estate operations. He is now
78 years of age.
China Las streets paved with granite
blocks said over three hundred years neo,
ns good as new. The contractors Are
Ice For Diptheria.
Since that 'dreadful disease, diptheria,
.has made such ravages in New York,and
other cities, it may not be out of place at
Ahiailine,to-call-atteaticrto - a - Tecerttlet- -
tor, written by Dr. George Cragin, of the
Oneida Community, which thus explains
a novel but very successful treatment of
diptheria :
"Recognizing as we do the spiritual na
ture of disease, as well as its physical
characteristics, our first efforts were to a
rouse the spirit of the patient by means
of criticism to resist the power and lead
en influence of disease,
which enveloped
him like a cloud,stuperying and befogging
every mental faculty , ' and effort of the I
will to repel the intruder. The invaria
ble effect of criticism was to stir up the
patient in mind and heart to make a stout
:defence against the attack, to resist the
influenee of the disease with might and
main, and to throw him into a sweat,thus
at once relieving the fever.
"The next thing was toprepare a quan
tity of ice broken into small bits, which
could be easily taken into the mouth-and
swallowed or allowed to melt, letting the
piece slip as far back as possible around
the roots of the tongue, tonsils., and up
per pert of the throat. This application
of ice was made every ten minutes, day.
-and might, until every -vestige of the can
ker had disappeared and the inflamma
tion bad subsided. During the day the
pa tien ts,unless very sick ,could help them
selves to the ice if a supply. were placed
1 at the bedside or near at hand ; but du
ring the might watchers were required to
give necessary lump of ice every ten min
utes, one nurse attending to several pa
tients. This course of treatment was faith-
Sullyalloxved-as-longaa-there - were - Imy
traces of the disease about, and although
we had over sixty cases during the fall
and winter,and many of them very severe
we lost not a single patient after adopt-'
ing the ice criticism treatment.
"Of course the application of criticism
would he difficult if not impossible under
the ordinary hospital routine or private
practice, even if desired by the patient,
but the application of ice can be made
under any circumstances, and there must.
be but few who cannot afford a few pounds
of a medicine so cheap, so pure, and so
"The efficacy of the ice treatment lies'
in its being applied continuously until
every trace of the fungus growth has dis
appeared and the swelling and inflamma
tion has subsided. Acids and alkalies •
and fashionable gargles will in some mea
sure. check the morbid growth but they
cannot allay the fierce heat and reduce
the inflammation of the swelled throat.—
Ice will do both and not injure the pa
tract of country known as the State
Range Valley is probably one of the most
curious that Boutherpi California can boast
of. It is there the immense deposits of
borax were discovered something like a
sear ago , and at the time the whole low
er or central portion of that basin was•
covered with a white.deposit, breaking a
way in some places in large solid reefs, in
others resembling the waves of the ocean,.
and in still others stretching out for miles'
in one unbroken level, from which the sun
reflected its rays with a glare almost un
But one of the most singular features
in connection with this district was the
absence of rain or moisture; the days
were ever sunny and hot, the nights with
out dew ,and generally warm. For more
than five years, it is said by those who
claim to -know, there has been no rain
there, until some three months since the
spell was broken. Suddenly and with
scarce any warning, and unceasingly, un
accompanied by wind, but a thorough
drenching rain. For two or three days it
remaindpleasant, when suddenly a wa
ter-spout was seen wending its way thro'
the valley. It came in a zig-zar , 4' course
across the upper end of the lake, striking
the range of hills on the cast side and
courseing rapidly along them. The ra
vines and gorges were soon filled with wa
ter, which poured from them in fearful
volumes and spread itself upon the bot
tom. In a short time it was over, and
the denizens of the place now look for a
nother dry season of five years.
General Jackson, when President, said
to one of his fiercest newspaper opponents,
"Send me your newspaper. I know that
you are opposed to me, but then I should
like to see your paper every week. I
want to see limy many lies you can tell
of me.' "General," said the editor, "I
think I do right in opposing you, and
shall continue to do so with all the chili
ty of which lam master." Here was a
man alter Jackson's own heart, and he
replied with an oath, "Sir, send me your
paper, for aside from your abuse of me
your paper is a good one. Besides, I nev
er saw a newspaper in which I could not
find something worth reading." Just so.
No than can pick up any newspaper with
out finding something of interest. "You
ma take the paper and tear it into frag
ments, and in each fragment you will see
something to amuse or instruct you.
Glorious •California. the land of gold
and of wheat and ."old rye," and oranges,
figs and olives, and of the litt cattle on a
thousand bills, and of the big trees of
Mariposa and .Calaveras., and of the won
ders•of Yosemite, and of the premium griz•
zlies and sea lions, is yet of all lands the
premium land for the vine and grape
Juice. For instace, the wine mop in a
:single county in the Golden State, the
county of Napa, this year, is estimated at
a million gallons, or nearly t wo gal km of
genuine wine for every inhabitant of the
State. With such developments rho Ivan
estimate the xesou re; s of California ?
~f► Strange Dream Fulfilled.
' Rev. L. W. Lewis, in his Reminiscen
ses of the war, published in the Texas
Christian Advocf:4o,_reLates_thei__annex - ed
remar able instancess literally true. The
battle referred to was that of Prairie
Grove,in Northwest Arkansas, foughtDe
comber 7,1862. .
""A curious fulfillment of a dream 'Oc
curred at the. battle trader .roy own eye.
A man by the name of Joe. Williams
had told a dream to many of his fellow
soldiers, some-of :whom.had related it to
me months previous to the -oeourrence
which I now relate :
"He dreamed that we crossed a river,
marched over a mountain, and camped
near a church located in a woods. near
which a terrible battle ensiled, and in a
charge just as ye crossed the ravine he
was shot in the breast. On the ever
memorable 7th of December,lB62, as we
moved at double quick to take our place
in the lice of battle, then already hotly
engaged we passed Prairie Grove church
a small frame building, belonging to the
Cumberland Presbyterians. I was rid
ing in the flank of the command, and op- .
posite to Williams as we came iu view of
the house.
"That is the church, colonel, I saw in
my dream," said he, I made no reply,
and never thought of the matter again
until in the evening. We had broken the
enemy's line and were in full pursuit, we
came upouAct dry ravine in•the•wood, and
Williams said : 'Just on the otherside
of the hollow I was shot in my dream, and
I will stick my hat under my shirt,' suit
ing the action to the word as he ran along,
he doubled it up and crammstl•it.into his
bosom. Scarcely had he adjusted it. be
fore a minie ball knocked him out of line;
Jumping up quickly he pulled out his hat,
waved it over his head and shouted :
'l'm all right !' The hall raised a black
spot about the size of a man's hand just
over his heart and dropped into h , i-s
of three gentlemen and nine ladies paid .
a visit recently to the camp of the few
survivors of the Modoc tribe. The Indi
ans Were found to be quite contented, tho'
their reservation is very scanty and some
of their lodges are very comfortless. Bo
gus Charlie is now recognized as chief.—
He is intelligent, speaks - English fluently
and can read slowly. Captain Jack's
young widow, Lizzie, has ceased to mourn
for her late lord, and havioc , b washed the
looksblack paint from' her face; no more
unconsolable than some "pale faced" wid
ow of a years standing.. Two ladies of
the visiting party had the novel experience
of playin a game of croquet with Bogus
Charlie and i ' Shacknasty Jim, each of the
Modocs having a lady partner. How
must the fair companiont of the red play
ers been impressed by the contrast between
that picture and the bloody scenes of the
lava beds, the fatal rendezvous,
and the
death of the gallant Canby ! It seems
that even the stoicism of the red midis
not proof against the excitement of the
balls and mallet. Charlie having made
a bad play, Jim said to him tauntingly,
"You make bad medicine." Presently li
Jim made a poor stroke,
and Charlie
cried exultantly, "You make much bad
medicine." "Ugh," retorted Jim, "take
some you made." And thus these -red
warriors, who so long defied the military
power of the nation, find amusement in
playing croquet and their chief occupa
tion is making_ baskets and shooting at
nickles at. the Neosho Fain—Boston Ad
BE A AJAN.—What a noble thing it is
to be a man. The world is full of coun
terfeits. It is a grand thing to stand up
right in defense of truth and principle.--
When persecution comes, some hide their
faces until the storm passes by, others Can
be bought for a mess of pottar , e. From
such, turn away. Stand by a friend. Show
'thyself ft man. Do not run away when•
danger threatens to overwhelm him or
Think for yourself. Read books and
read men's faces. Remember the eye is
the window of the soul. Use•your aye
and hold your tongue, when men court
Select some eallino• b to make It honora
ble. When . sou have espoused a cause
maintain it at all hazards. Make up your
mind to succeed by all means and good
will ; brush the difficulties away one at a
If opposition comes, meet it manfuly.
If success crowns your efforts, hear it qui
etly. hasten not into a quarrel, but when
you are compelled to accept an alterna
tive, stand up and show yourself a full
grown man. Do your own thinking, keep
your own secrets; worship no man firs his
wealth, or illustrious lineage. Pine feath
ers do not always make line birds. Do
not live for yourself alone. The world
needs reformers as much to day as aver.—
If you have .a new idea endeavor to de
velop it into words and deeds. Be sober;
be honest.; he true. Policy men are dan
gerous. They will sell you for money, or
popularity—don't trust them. Wear but
one face and let that be an honest one.
Many thousand stars are burning
Brightly in the vault of night;.
Many an earth-worn heart is yearning
Upward with a fond delight. •
• •
Stars of beanty'stars of glory,
Radiant wanderers of the sky !
Weary of the world's sad story
Ever *quail we gaze on High.
• „ .4 Cocihe.
A Minister - 6nee _"Those nice
roung men who stand outekin the thumb
- doors, waiting for the girl.44.ixiinme opt
will some clay stand - tirdunillWO of Lel re
doors waiting for
and lave n Inn' , wait. • 1 ;.
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82mo E'ER YEA R
Wit and Tumor.
ning, said a pretty lady. And well you
may be. replied adespairing lover, when
your heart is made of steel.
It is said that one green tarletan dress
contains arsenic enough to kill a roan';
and yet men don't seem afraid to go nlar
green tarletan dresses.
We are told that "the smallest lair
throws a shadow." And so it. does. It
throw a shadow over your appetite when
you feud - it inyour Vietttals.. -
Prof. Tyndall is exhibiting a fireman's
ma* which enables the wearerdo remain
in on atmovhere of heat and smoke wit-h
-ont:darnger".. If a fellow could only take
the thinnOt trds world , along when :ie dies!
An 'lndian came to a certain agent in
the northern part of lowa. to procure
some whiskey fOr a young warrior who
had been bitten by a rattlesnake.
'Pour quarts" repeated the agent 'with
surpri.te, "as much as that ?"
"Yes," replied the Indian, "four quarts,
—snake very big."
A couple quits advanced in age were
at the Union depot, Milwaukee, with their
baggage, to go West, but before train
time they had a dispute and the woman
said she wouldn't move another rodun
til her husband apolgized. refused to
apologize, and both sat in the waiting
room and sa-w-the train move oil', carrying
their trunks along.
There are some old people living in th 3
zinterior of. New Jersey—two sisters and
a brother—who practice an economy not
recorded of any of the famous miseN.—
They have a comfortable house, and are
especially rich in bed clothes, made by
The hands of the sisters, and accumulat
ed through many years. But they ha
bitually set up and sleep in their chairs.
so as not to wear out the 43
Jenny June got a hat that turneil up
on one side, and her husband criticised it
'so severely that she wore her old bonnet
when she went to see the Srhinx, and
it was the only one there. Everybody
had 'on a new hat, and every one bad it
turned up high on the sides. Sabi her
husband, "Good heavens 4 have-all won►-
.en gone crazy ?" "Yes replied she,meek
ly, "and why can't I go crazy too ?" "My
dear," said he, "you may: it would be
ridiculous to be the only sensible woman
in the world." So hereafter she is going
to wear her gr► -felt, turned up on one
side; iu peace.
How ,Day n WAEL—An horieit
mer in an adjoining county gave his rec
collection. of a long hot spell as follows::
"It was so dry we couldn't spare water
to put in-our whisky. The grass was so
dry that every time the wind blew it flew
around alike ashes. There wasn't a tear
ehed at a funeral for n month. The sun
dried urtrii the cattle, and burnt off the
)inir until they looked like Mexican dogs, •
and the sheep looked like.poodle puppies;
they shrank up so. We . had -to soak, our,
hogs to -make 'cm hold swill, , and if,any
cattle were killed in the morning, they'd
be dried beef at dark. The woods dried
up so that the farmers chopped seasoned
timber all through August,' and there
ain't: been a match through"the country—
in fact, no wedding since widow Olefin
married old Baker, three months_ -
What Tow grasshoprers were left were , all
skin and logs, and I dlin't hear a tea-. •
kettle sing fiir six weeks. We ate our
potatoes baker], they being altcady,an , i
we couldn't spare water to boil' thedf. All ,
the red-holdall girls -Were afraid to stir'
- out of the hous in. daylight,-and Melt
you, I was afraid the rkvil had, moves! tint _
of his old home and settled down with, us
for life, Why, tra had to haul water all
summer to keep the tbrry running, and—
say, it's getting dry, let's-take stabil)."
A Bangor washerwoman, who went to
California. some years ago, had two or
three thousand dollars deposited in Meig's
'Frisco California hank Olfore he "burst
up." After he went to &mai America
this woman heard of his success in spec
ulation, shippad to and one day
turned un in 11Ir. Meigs's °lnca. The re
sult of the interview was that he not only
pail her the principal and interest of her
acenont, bat also paid the entire expeuse
of her trip.
The "Science of Health" thug calls at
tention to a Ihet which eau not toe fre
quently be enthreed on people's minds:
"The pernicious habit•vf breathing thro'
the mouth while sleeping or walking is
very hurtful. There ate many persons
who sleep with the mouth open and do
41ot know it. They may go to 'sleep with
it closed, and wake with it closed, but
if -the mouth is dry and parched ou wak
ing, it is a sign that it has been onendu
ring sleep. Sanriug is another sure sign.
This habit should he overcome. 'At all
times, except- when eating. drinking or
speaking. keep . the mouth firmly dwelt, /
and breathe through the nostrials; and i.e.'
tire with a litM determination to conqu'er.•
The nostrils 'are the proper breathing ap
paratus, not the mouth. A man may it.
poisonous gases through the month
ithout being aware of it, but uvt through
:the nose."'
There is no doubt that it is better to
keel? . one's own connsel too strictly than
to tr the keepingotothers too - gen- '
erously. What we have, and while we
have it, we know where to find it ; when.
we give - it away lost to our control.=
`!A.-'garrtiloris tongue, if' not checkcpings
-* . 4'ten to its own harne 'says a
vine .proverh : -`ltv .Iyiii/aCoafinitsONL,
.a.isafe heid;' says EcrEinihrone.=,,,---=
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