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B. F. SCHWEIER.
TH C0N8TITUTI0H THB USIOJI AND THE EXFOECEME NT OF TIU LAWS
Editor and Proprietor.
VOL. XXVIII.
MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA., OCTOBER 7, 1S74.
NO. 40.
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Poetry.
PILVKISIS.
Br M&Kt H kllenwood.
Along the seashore, strewn with shells.
And. "Lite with glittering saud.
Two children walked with footsteps light.
With ht'pv hearts went hand in hand.
All the bella of morning, ringing
Slowly, sweetly, glad, and strong,
Holy messages were bringing,
Joining in the sweet old song
That the lajkting waves were hiiiiu
All the sandy shore along.
Children! children! little children !
Oh. be glad !
Will the bells be always ringing ?
Will the waves be alwavs singing :
Oh, be glad !
Along the roadway, edged with weeds.
And brown with travel dust.
Two children walk with footsteps slow.
With weary hearts, yet full of trust;
Though the bells have ceased their ringing,
Slowly, sweetly, clear and strong.
And the morning winds are bringing
No sweet messages in song.
To the time the waves are singing
AU the sounding shore along.
C hildren! children! little children !
Are ye sad ?
That no more ye hear them singing.
ISells and waves together singing.
Are ye sad ?
Along the pathway, steep and rough.
Leading to the mountain brow.
Hearts still brave, hand clasped in hand.
Weary feet are climbing now.
Faint and far the bells are riiging.
In the valley down below;
Thoughts of far off childhood bringing
To the travelers who go
Upward to the laud of siuging.
From the valley green and low.
Weary, aching hearts, take comfoit.
Oh. be glad !
For the dear Lord hears yon cryiug
Up in heaven hears you sighing;
Oh, be glad '.
Along the pathway, strewn with thorns.
And hot with glaring sun.
Walk the pilgrims sad, earth weary;
But their journey's almost doue.
Are the bells of morning ringing ?
Gladly, sweetly, clear, and strong;
liells and waves together singing.
All the dear old beach along ?
No: an echo from the land of siuging.
Echo of the sweet, "new song."
Bee ye nut the gates wide open ?
Oh. be glad !
Ye who stand at heaven's portal.
At the open golden portal.
Oh. be glad !
Comic MaMir.
We speak of comic music ; but tbere
is no Buoh thing. Comic songs tbere
are, and comic operas ; but uo comic
music, although this art, like all others,
is capable of the grotesque. Bat music
can express neither wit nor humor,
neither satire nor raillery, not even the
ridiculous. It can express jollity, which
is a mood of mind, and animal spirits,
another mood, hardly of mind. But in
this direction its limit is a phrase the
spirit and form of which make it a not
inappropriate vehicle of comedy. I re
member but two musical jokes. Oue is
in Cimarosa's "Matrimonio Segreto,"
an opera which I have never heard, aud
which I believe has never been per
formed in this country, never at least
within my memory. In this, upon the
father's announcement of "un matri
monio nobife," there is brief silence,
and then two horns are heard in the
orchestra. It can hardly be that this
musical hint of the probable conse
quences of a noble marriage in a
plebeian family is accidental But after
all the joke is not really musical ; for it
depends entirely npon the name of the
instruments by which it is perpetrated,
not at all upon the musical idea to
which they give utterance. If the horn
had happened to be called the trumpet,
or horns (corni) had not been the ac
cepted sign of a certain marital calamity
the world over, this brazen joke would
have been impossible. The other in
stance was a monstrous portamento o
glide in the performance of the air of
"The King of the Cannibal Islands," in
a potpourri by Jullien's orchestra.
This air opens by passage from the
dominant to the third of the scale, and
whenever it recurred the stringed in
struments, instead of taking the leap of
five notes, slid np, with a prolonged
and wailing crescendo, and then dashed
off rapidly, The effect was very ridicu
lous, and always provoked shouts of
laughter. But" hero again the comic
effect was produced, not by the masical
idea, but by the caricature of the not
uncommon exaggeration of a grave in
vocalization. The Ualaxy for H:ptf tu
ber. I'redalory C'biekens.
One Max Adeler describes a novel
method he adopted for ridding his
garden of a neighbor's chickens, lie
savs : "We had a good deal of trouble
last summer with Pitman's chickens ;
as fast as we planted anything iu our
little garden, thosechiekensof I'itniau a
would creep through the fence, scratch
out the seed, till nn, and go home.
When the radish led had been ravished
in this manner for the fifth time, we
complained to Pitman. He was not
disposed to interfere. 'Adeler,' lie
said, I tell vou it does Vm good ; and
it does them beds good to be raked
over by chickens. If I had radishes,
give me chickens to scratch around
them and eat up the worms. Radishes
that haven't been scratched aiu t worth
a cent.' Then we cliuibod over the
fence with the determination to take
the law in our own hands. e pro
cured half a peck of corn and two
dozen small tisli hooks. Fastening the
luniks each to a grain of corn, we tied
wire to each hook. Then we scattered
the whole of the corn on the radish lied,
and fixed the ends of the wires to the
biggest sky rocket we could get. I he
rocket stood iu a frame about 10 yards
awav from the hooka. That very
moriiing Pitman's chickens came over,
and instantly began to devour the corn.
We were read v ; aud as soon as it was
evident that the hooks were all swal
l... i . ....!, ...I o ni.-irch to the
rocket. It is regarded as probable that ;
no barnyard fowls that have existed i
since the days of Xoah ever proceeded
toward the azure vault of heaven with
such rapidity as those uni. a uzz, a
few ejaculat ry cackles, a puff of smoke,
and Pitmau's roosters and chickens
were swishing around the celestial con
stellations without their feathers, and
in some doubt respecting the stability
of earthly things. Pitman never knew
, . . J i r . 1 . . l..,t vK-lion
wnat became oi ins iois, " " ,
we read in the paper next day that,
twenty-four underdone chickens, with i
tuh-hnr.L-11 in their craws, had been
rained down by a hurricane m Nw
Jersev, we felt certain that that sky
rocket had done its duty.
Fine gold fears not fira,
stone the water.
nor
solid
THE LOVERS' QUARREL.
How the snow fell, in myriads of tiny
flakes hurrying, tumbling down with
bewildering rapidity 1 That mythical
personage, the oldest inhabitant, could
not recollect ever having seen such a
quantity of snow ; the roads were im
passable in every direction ; trains were
detained in snow drifts travelers found
it impossible to proceed ; houses were
almost buried ; indeed, at Lyster Farm,
it reached above the windows ; yet still
it fell steadily. It drifted the wind by
turns moaned and hcwled around the
comfortable farm-house, as though it
longed for an entrance.
Nellie Rss pouted and yonng Will
Lyster frowned ; still the tempest did
not abate. I have always noticed that
close confinement to the house for many
days iu succession did not improve the
temper of man, woman, or child ; and
it certainly had that effect upon the
two individuals I have mentioned.
Lyster Farm was in summer the beau
ideal of a pleasant country-place ; even
then in the depth of winter, when the
outside world was as dreary as it was
possible to be. inside the house it was
i snug and cozy as light, warmth, and
, spotless cleanliness could make it. The
fare leaped and flickered ; the bright
I cooking utensils glittered like polished
j steeL Mrs. Lyster sat placidly knitting,
; handsome Will was reading, or pretend
. ing to read, at the window, casting
j furtive glances at his pretty cousin ;
: who. also busv sat beside his mother.
I Nfllie It ma and Will Lyster were
; cousins. Ever since they had attained
i the height of the table, they had been
regarded as lovers by the whole family
! connection. In truth, they did love
, each other dearly ; but young girls will
occasionally be willful, young men will
I occasionally grow jealous, and love af-
fairs generally have a decided and pre
! verse inclination for the crooked paths,
instead of the straight ones.
Nellie was as tair and dainty a little
' maiden as the heart of a man could
desire ; but perfect as she was, she had
t vo faults which Will Lyster had just
decided are the two very worst faults
any woman could possess. She was a
coquette, and very high bmpered.
Wid was also of a haughty, impetuous
disposition, quick to resent any fancied
slight.
From this resulted many misunder
standings between the youug people ;
but their elders only smiled benignly
at the lovers' quarrels, and the recon
ciliations which were sure to follow,
wisely deciding that old heads were not
to be expected upon yonng shoulders,
and where so much real affection ex
isted, all was sure to come right in time.
A few days before my story com
mences, there had been a gathering of
the vicinity at a neighboring farmer's,
and Nellie, flattered by the universal
admiration her pretty face and engaging
manner had excited, had tested Will's
patience to its utmost limit. lie had
expressed his displeasure in lordly
fashion, and the girl had resented it ; a
violent dispute had been the conse
quence. Just before the storm began,
Nellie had come to pass a few days with
her aunt ; and by way of relieving the
monotony of country life, the quarrel
hud been renewed. Will had assured
the girl that he did not love her ; that
she was a flirt uaworthy of any honest
man's love. Harsh words, which Nellie,
accustomed to the softest tenderness,
could ill endure. Now she sat with hot,
flushed cheeks, vainly trying to restrain
her tears, for, after all, she was a soft-
j hearted little thing.
Presently she sprang up with a pettish
! exclamation :
"I am going home, ana," she said ;
"mother will be wautiug me. I have
stayed too long already.
"Nonsense, child," quietly replied
Mrs. Lyster. "ion could not walk a
hundred yards, much less two miles,
such a day as this. Hit quiet, lassie."
Nellie did not answer, but left the
the room, and presently returned pre
pared to start. Will never even looked
at his cousin.
"Areyoumvl, Nellie?" demanded
Mrs. Lyster, sternly, "that you should
wi.-ii to risk your life, by exposing your
self in such a storm. It is tempting
Provideuee. I should not allow a dog
to leave niv bouse to-day, much less my
own flesh and blood.
Nellie stood at the door ; her aunt's
words only excited her to opposition.
"He does not care," the thought.
"If he asks me to stay, I'll stay ; if not,
I shall never come back to his house.''
Then she said aloud : "I can walk
home quite easily ; it is not snowing
much now ; besides, I am tired of being
here, I must go home. Good-bye,
aunt."
Tell her she must not go. Will,"
implored Mrs. Lyster; "it is certain
death to start to walk two miles to-day.
Willful as you have been, Nellie, I did
not expect this of you. Speak to her,
WilL If any harm befalls you, Nellie,
your blood be npon your own head !"
"I am not wanted here. I don't care
for the storm. I am not afraid," per
sisted Nellie, defiantly, as she turned
to open the door.
O, how icy cold the air was, and the
wind gave a great shriek, as though re
joicing that she was to be delivered up
to its power ; Nellie's heart failed her ;
she looked back ; the fire blazed cheer
fully ; never had the room appeared so
home-like ; if he would only give in and
ask her to stay.
"Good-bye, Will,' she ventured
timidly ; and the clear girlish voice
trembled.
Will never raised hishead, and vouch
safed no answer. If his life had de
pended upon it, he could not have
asked her to remain.
Poor Nellie felt she had made a con
cession which had been very ill re
ceived. Piqued by his seemin g indiffer
ence, she was very deaf to her aunts'
entreaties ; and, regardless of the
friendly warning, she rushed out into
the storm. It was drifting, and the cold
snow flying in her face almost blinded
her. She could not see her way ; there
was no path, and at every step she sank
almost to her waist ; and still, with the
energy of auger, she went on.
"He drove me out," she said to her
self. "I shall never turn back.' If he
finds me dead in the bnow it will serve
him right."
She iurned to look at the house, but
could not see it Iudeed, she could not
a vard before her. She tried to find
the road, but failed. Nellie's courage
commenced to fail. Her pride could
not sustain her amidst such difficulties.
How cruel he was, yet he bad said he
loved her. She would retrace her steps;
Bhe could not be far from the house.
She wandered first in one direction,
then in another, but at each step sank
deeper and deeper into the snow. The
short winter day was drawing to a close;
it. was almost dusk now. A terrible
dread took possession of the girl ; she
trembled convulsively. Would she, in
deed, perish in the snow, and be frozen
stiff? She thonght of her. mother,
happy at home, unconscious of her
child's danger. She thought oi uysier
Farm, ita warmth and comfort.
Bhe
could not die, she was so young and be
loved. Life was so beautiful, death was
so terrible. Surely she could not be
doomed to snch a death. Then she cried
aloud for help ; cried with all the
strength of one in deadly peril. The
wind mockingly repeated her cries.
Her strength failed her.
Nellie now knew that no succor could
come. Ttnderly cherished darling as
she was, she must now die like a home
less, friendless outcast, in the storm.
Panic stricken, suffering bitterly from
the cold, exhausted, stumbling deeper
at every step, at length she fell against
a tree ; to it she clung as though it had
been a friend. She had a dim idea that
relief had come in the hour of dire dis
tress. She threw her arms around it, kissed
it, as she would a living being ; she did
not feel the cold so painfully now, only
a little sleepy and weary. She tried to
repeat her prayers like a frightened
child, but couid not remember the
words. Then, with the pure cold snow
for a pillow, Nellie Ross sank gently
into the sleep of death.
Will Lyster's rest was strangely
troubled that night ; he fancied several
times that he heard Nellie's voice call
ing for aid ; and his mother's distress
increased his uneasiness. At break of
day he was ready to go over to Mrs.
Ross'; his pride was quite vanquished
by intense anxiety. He could only
think of his pretty, willful cousin,
lovingly. After all, it was natural she
should like admiration. She was very
young ; she would grow steadier in time.
He acknowledged to himself that he
had been harsh to her, but he would
make it all right now. Then he thought
of Nellie's surprise at seeing him so
early. - The dimple faoe, half-pouting,
half-ehyly smiling, that would greet
him ; on the whole, now that his bed
temper was exhausted. Will Lyster felt
considerably relieved.
The revulsion of feeling was terrible
when the frightened mother had in
formed him that Nellie was not at home.
She had supposed that her daughter
would remain at .Lyster 1 arm nntu the
storm has passed over. Will insisted
some neighbor had found her and taken
her home. She could not be lost in the
snow within sight of home ; still he was
in an agony of terror.
As he turned through the fields his
attention was attracted by a few work
ing men standing beneath a tree. Their
gestures denoted that they were much
exsited. With pitying, awe-stricken
faces, all drew back as he approached,
aud Will Lysters beheld a sight which
haunted him till the hour of his death.
Resting placidly, with face upturned
to the sky, and hands meekly folded
upon her breast, no expression of pain
upon the marble features, and only per
fect peace, lay the girl he had hoped
would become his wife. No more angry
flushes would crimson the pale brow ;
no more coquettish smiles would dimple
the tender mouth ; far from the reach
of both love and sorrow, Nellie Ross
slept soundly.
"Heaven help me, I killed her 1" he
cried hoarsely.
Then, raising her in his arms he
turned toward home. The rough farm
laborers were weeping for the blithe
little maiden, who had always a smile
and a cheery word ; but the man who
loved her best of all the very light of
whose eyes she had bem was stunned
by the sudden blow, and could shed no
tears. He carried his unconscious
burden into the house, walking like
one in a dream, without a word, and laid
her upon the bed.
The bereaved mother's wail of anguish
rang out clear upon the frosty air.
Nellie's girlish friends lamented loudly
their companion, cnt off in the bloom
of youth ; the poor, whom she had
helped and comforted, mourned deeply;
bnt Will Lyster never spoke. But once
did he show any trace of emotion ; then
the night before she was left in her last
resting place, when the household had
retired, his mother, alone, remained to
watch beside the body. He came to
look npon the child-like face, calm in
the silent majesty of death. i
"O Nellie.Nellie," he cried, "I loved
you so dearly, and I killed you !"
Then, resting hishead on his mother's
breast, the strong man sobbed like a
child. He never recovered from the
shock, but lived on, a prematurely old
man ; very grave, very tender to his
mother, bnt rarely speaking, never
smiling. He has remained a bachelor
even until now, for the sake of sweet
Nellie Ross, slumbering in her grass
grown grave in the country churchyard
upon the hill
Good Sight.
How tenderly and sweetly falls the
gentle "good-night" into loving hearts,
as members of a family separate and re
tire for the eight. What myriads of
hasty words and thoughtless acts, en
gendered in the hurry and business of
the day, are forever blotted out by its
benign influence. Small token indeed;
but it is the little courtesies that make
up the sum of a happy home. It is on
ly the little courtesies that can so beau
tifully round off the square corners in
the homes of laboring men and women.
The simple "I thank you," for a favor
received, will fill with happiness the
heart of the giver. Trne wealth is not
counted by dollars and cents, bnt by
the gratitude and affection of the heart.
If a home be happy, whether the owner
possess a patch of ground of one or a
thousand acres, they are in the end
wealthy beyond mathematical calcula
tions. Then how much more lovingly are
the sable folds of night gathered around
the happy homes ; how mnch more con
fidently do fts members repose their
weary bodies in the care of Divine good
ness, soothing their overtaxed minds to
the realities of a beautiful dreamland ;
awakened, refreshed and invigorated
for the coming day s labor, by Having
bid their loved ones an affectionate
"irood nil-ht." And if. during this lif,
we have faithfully attended to all these
little courtesies, these little soul-needs,
if we have guarded carefully all "God's
hearts" placed in our keeping, at the
close of its brief, yet eventful day, how
- a. ir.j .11 j i
mucn easier o uiu mix uu. umij w
loved onea a final "good-night"
Receipt for at Happy Home.
Six thintrs. says Hamilton, are requi
site to create happy home. Integrity
must be the architect, ana tidiness toe
nnholsterer. It mnst be warmed by
affection, and lighted np with cheerful
ness ; and industry must be the ventila
tor, renewing the atmosphere and
bringing in fresh salubrity every day ;
while over all, a protecting canopy of
glory, and nothing will suffice except
the blessing of God.
Actions SDeak more forcibly than
words ; they are the test of character.
Like fruit npon a tree, they show the
nature of man, while motives, like sap,
are hidden from our view.
The mother's Remorse.
The child was so sensitive, so like the
little shrinking plant, that curls at the
breath and shuts ita heart from the
light The only beauty she possessed
was an exceedingly transparent skin,
and the most mournful blue eyes. I
had been trained by a stern, strict, con
scientious mother. I was a hardy plant,
rebounding at every shock ; misfortune
could not daunt though discipline
tamea me. i iancied, alas, that 1 must
go through the same routine with this
delicate creature ; so one day when she
had displeased me exceedingly by re
peating an offence, I was determined to
punish her severely. I was very serious
all day. and on sending her to her little
coucn i saia :
"Now, my daughter, to punish you,
and show you how very, very naughty
you have been, I shall not kiss you
to. night"
She stood looking at me, astonish
ment personified, with her great mourn
ful eyes wide open. I suppose she had
forgotten her misconduct till then : and
I left her with her big tears dropping
novo ner cneeas, ana ner lip quivering.
Presently I was sent for "O mamma,
yon will kiss me ; I can't go to sleep if
you don't," she sobbed, every tone of
her voice trembling, as she held out her
hand.
Now came the struggle between love
and what I falsely termed duty. My
heart said, give her the kiss of peace ;
my stern nature urged me to persist in
my correction, that I might impress the
fault upon her mind. That is the way
I had been trained until I was a sub
missive child, and I remember how
often I had thanked my m it her since
ior ner straightforward course. I knelt
by her bed and whispered. "Mother
can't kiss you, Ellen," though the words
seemed to choke me. Her hand touched
mine, it was very hot, but I attributed
it to her excitement I blamed myself
as the fragile form shook with sup-
Eressed sobs, and saying, "Mother
opes Ellen will mind her better after
this," left the room for the night
It might have been about midnight
when 1 was awakened by the nurse.
Apprehensive, I ran to the child's
chamber. I had a fearful dream.
Ellen did not know me. She was sitting
up, crimsoned from the forehead to the
throat, her eyes so bright that I almost
drew back aghast From that night a
raging fever drank np her life and
what do yon think was the incessant
complaint poured into my anguishing
heart? "Oh! kiss me, mother, do
kiss me. I can't go to sleep. I won't
be naughty if you'll kiss me. Oh 1 kiss
me, dear mamma. I can't go to sleep."
Holy little child ; she did go to sleep
one gray morning, and never woke again
no, never. Her hands were locked
in mine, and all my veins icy with the
gradual chilL Faintly the light faded
ont in the beautiful eyes whiter and
whiter grew the tremulous lips. She
never knew me; but with her last breath
she whispered, "I will be good, mother,
if you will only forgive me."
Kiss her 1 God knows how passionate
and unavailing were my kisses on her
cheek after that fatal night God knows
how wild were my prayers, that she
might know, if only once, that I would
have yielded np my life could I have
asked forgiveness of that sweet child.
Well, grief is unavailing now. She
lies in her little tomb ; there is a marble
urn at her head and a rose-bush at her
feet there grow sweet summer flowers,
there waves the gentle grass, there
birds sing their matins and vespers,
tbere the blue sky shone down to-day,
there lies the freshness of my heart
Parents, you should have heard the
pathos in the voice of that sad mother
as she said : "There are plants that
spring into great vigor if the heavy
pressure of a footstep crush them ; but
oh I there are others thateven the pearls
of the light dew bend to the earth."
Mothers and fathers, be kind to the
little ones. Do not wait till the daisies
grow over their bosoms before you
learn to chide them in love. Kiss them
before you strike them. By and by
you must leave them ; bnt leave no
thorns in their memory. Hall Jour
nal of llcalth.
How a nakeress Stopped
rowing.
Hor-
An exchange says the subject of bor
rowing and lending came np in the
course of a conversation with one of its
subscribers the other day, when he sud
denly recollected a funny occurrence of
that character that had happened in his
neighborhood. He said he had a
neighbor whose family were great bor
rowers, but seldom, if ever, returning
the exact amount borrowed. An old
Quaker lady, another neighbor, who
had endured these invasions for a long
time patiently, hit upon a very philoso
phical mode of eventually putting a
stop, to the nuisance. Keeping her
own eounsel.thenext time her good man
went to town he had a separate and ex
press order to purchase a pound of the
best tea, and also a new canister to put
it in. As he knew she already had
plenty of tea, and also a canister, he
was pnzzled to determine what the old
lady wanted of more tea and a new can
ister ; bnt his questionings and reason
ings elicted nothing more than a repe
tition of the order.
"Jim, did I not tell thee to get me a
pound of the best tea and a new canis
ter I Now go along, and do as I bid
thee."
And go along he did, and when he
came home at night the tea and new
canister were his companions. The old
lady took them from him with an
expression on her usually placid feat
ures, and, depositing the tea in the can
ister, set it on the shelf for special use.
It had not long to wait, for the harrow
ing neighbor had frequent use for the
aromatic herb. The good old lady
loaned generously, emptying back in
the canister any remittance of bor
rowed teas which the neighbor's con
science inclined her to make. Time
went on, and after something less than
the one hundreth time of borrowing,
the neighbor again appeared for "just
another drawing of tea," when the oft
visited tea canister was brought out
and found to be empty, and the good
old lady and obliging neighbor was just
one pound of tea poorer than when she
bought the new canister, which now
only remained to tell the story. Then
she made a little characteristic speech,
perhaps the first in her life. She said :
" Thou seest that empty canister I
filled it for thee with a pound of my
best tea, and I have lent it all to thee
in driblets, and put into it ail thou hast
sent me in return, and none but thyself
hath taken therefrom or added, into it,
and now thon seest it empty ; therefore
I will say to thee, thou hast borrowed
thyself out and I can lend thee no more."
It's rather remarkable that while sev
eral thousand feet are required to make
one rood, single foot, properly ap
plied, is sufficient to make one well-behaved.
Readers and Writer.
Reading without pnrpose is saunter
ing, not exercise. More is got from
one book on which the thought settles
for a definite end in knowledge, than
from libraries skimmed over by a
wandering eye. A cottage flower gives
honey to the bee, a king's garden none
to the butterfly. Youths who are des
tined for active careers, or ambitious
of distinction in snch forms of literature
as require freshness of invention or
originality of thonght, should avoid the
habit of intense study for many hours
at a stretch. There is a point in all
tension of the intellect beyond which
effort is only waste of strength. Fresh
ideas do not readily spring np within a
weary brain ; and whatever exhausts
the mind not only enfeebbs its power,
but narrows its scope. We otten see
men who have over-read at college,
entering upon life languidly as if they
were about to leave it They have not
the vigor to cope with their own gene
ration, for their own generation is
young, and they have wasted the ner
vous energy which supplies the sinews
of war to joutb, in its contest for fame
or fortune. S n.lv with regularity at
settled hours. Those in the forenoon
are the best if they can be secured. The
man who has acquired the habit of
study, though for only ore hour every
day in the year and keeps to the one
thing studied till mastered, will be
startled to see what he has made at the
end of the twelvemonth. He is seldom
overworked who can contrive to be in
advance of his work. If you have three
weeks before you to learn something
which a man of average quickness could
learn in a week, learn it the first week,
and not the thir l. Business dispatched
is business well done, but business
hurried is business ill done. In learn
ing what others have thought, it is well
to keep in practice the power to think
for one's self. When an author has
added to your kuowledge, pause and
consider if yon can add nothing to his.
Be not contented to have learned a
problem by heart ; try aud deduce from
it a corrollary not in the book. Spare
no pains in collecting details before you
generalize ; but it is only when details
are generalized that a truth is grasped.
The tendency to generalize is universal
with all men who achieve great success,
whether in art, literature, or action.
The habit of generalizing, though at
first gained with care and caution, se
cures, by practice, a comprehensiveness
of judgment and a promptitude of de
cision, which seem to the crowd like
intuitions of genius. And indeed noth
ing more distinguishes the man of
genius from the mere mm of talent
than the facility of generalizing the
various details, each of which demands
the aptitude of a special talent ; but all
which can be gathered into a whole by
the grasp of a mind which may have no
special aptitude for anv .
DipHtherla.
There have Is en many cases of diph
theria lately, and although the disease
has not been prevalent enough so far
to warrant the fear that it will become
epidemic, there have leen grounds for
apprehension in regard to the disease
in New York and Brooklyn for a long
while. Dr. Peters writes to the "Tri
bune" that, among the poor, bad air
and food are the most active causes of
mortality from this terrible malady.
"But still," he adds, "it will oi.lv too
otten single out and kill its victims
among the children of the rich, cleanly
and judicious.'' Dr. Peters recommends! band noticed that she was without cer
tiorate of potash as the liest remedy j tain articles he had bought for her only
for diphtheria. Here is what he saysot , a short time before, lie began to in
it: "It should le given iu onu way only j quire and learned that her landlady
dry upon the tongue, pure, not mixed borrowed her furs to wear to market,
with sugar and not in solution. By that her sister had borrowed of her
giving it in this way it dissolves slowly jewelry ua other articles to wear to a
in the mouth and gia.lua ly and j rt f th&t jad friena had borrowed
riTrSrvr.rf T. tifr l " r is ! er new bonnet to wear on the street,
diseased parts or the throat, it is i . . . - ., . ... ;
slightlv disagreeable atlirst; but the : and that scarcely one of the beautiful
youngest child soon becomes accus- j "tides he had bought for his wife,
tomedtoit. It takes awav the supposed i becanse he loved her and wished her to
necessity for forced local applications have them, was in her possession,
to the throat, and if the little patient Whoever should see her in company
lie taught to open its mouth widely, even with her own articles on her per-
without straining, and to draw iu its;80n, would think they were borrowed
breath deeply at the same time, the j nf those to whom she had loaned them
curtain of the palate will he drawn np,
and the whole back part of the throat,
down to the windpipe, will lie exposed
to view, without the use of any harsher
means to obtain a view of the parts in
volved by thedisorder. This treatment
must be persisted in, the chlorate of
potash being given in doses ot two,
three, five or more grains every hour at
first, until some decided improvement
commences, or for one, two, three, or
even more days, without hesitation or
falt'-ring. Often no apparent improve
ment seems to take place for oue, two,
or more days; sometimes not until
Ci-arly np to 'the fourth day. But cour
age and perseverance will almost cer
tainly be rewarded with success: cer
tainly four or ti ve times out of six."
People cannot lie too careful in regard
to diptheiia. It has ln-en wisely sug
gested that a hospital should be founded
exclusively for diphtheretic patients,
like the smallpox hospitals. No dis
ease is more ditlicult to guard against
after it has once entered a household.
But where people live comfortably and
cleanlily, slight precautions are siitli
cient to keep it away entirely. Very
poor people, who live in unhealthy
neighltorhoods, are in more danger.
Diphtheria lias otten swept away whole
families iu tenement houses. We do
not wish to be accused of "croaking,"
but nearly everylmdy we meet ap'iears
to have a cold in Ins head and a sore
throat, and it is inst as well for people
to know that diphtheria is prevalent.
e do
The Power or a tireat Example.
There is nothing that will let the light
into the soul like personal influence ;
nothing that can lift one up out of the
darkness, and lead one into the divine
and quickening light, and baptize one
in the spirit of faith, hope, love, and
charity, Like the magic power of a great
example ; nothing that can inspire,
exalt and purify, like the magnetic rays
of healing and helping that beam out
of the eyes of noble men and women.
If your life has been deep and broad in
its experience, then you have seen lives
that were better than yours ; lives whose
pure light shone npon you from a
serener height than you could reach,
and touched you and warmed you
through and through ; just as the droop
ing flowers, some chilly morning, have
looked np through the thick fogs and
caught a glimpse of the bright sun,
which scatters the mists and opens the
glad blossoms to the warm, Life-giving
light
Whose life is not, sometimes, wrapped
around with fogs ? Who has not looked
np from his little life-world and seen no
cheering sun above him nothing but a
heavy, leaden sky hanging over? And
then, perhaps, you have almost doubted
the sun itself doubted goodness and
doubted God until you have sen the
clouds break away, the fogs lift, and
doubt vanish before the beautiful radi
ance of some shining example. I tell
you that I believe, more and more, that
what the world needs to reform and
redeem it is, not so much a sound theo
logy or a profound philosophy, but
holier, purer, diviner lives Lives that
shall be the light of men.
Days of the Week
The names of these are derived from
saxon idolatry. The Saxons bad seven
deities more particularly adorned than
the rest, namely: the Sun, Moon,
Tuisco, Woden, Thor, Friga, and Sea-
ter. Sunday being dedicated to the
sun, wss called by them Sunandaeg ;
nis liiot represented the bust of a man.
with the face darting bright rays, hold-
mg a wheel before his breast, indica
tive of the circuit of the trolden orb
around our sphere. Monday was dedi
cated to the moon, and was represented
by a female on a pedestal, with a very
singular dress, and two long ears.
Tuesday was consecrated to Tuisco a
German hero, sire of the Germans. Scy
thians and Saxons. He was represen
ted as a venerable old man, with a long,
white beard, a sceptre in his hand, and
the skin of a white bear thrown over
his shoulders. Wednesday was conse
crated to Woden, or Odin, a supreme
god of the Northern nations, father of
the gods, god of war, of Mars. He was
represented as a warrior in a bold mar
tin! attitude, clad in armor, holding in
his right band a broad crooked sword.
and a shield in his left Thursday was
consecrated to Thor, eldest son of Wo
den, who was the Roman Jupiter ; he
was believed to govern the air preside
over lighting and thunder, direct the
wind, rain and seasons ; he was repre
sented as sitting on a splendid throne,
with a crown of gold adorned with
twelve glittering stars, and a sceptre
in his right hand, Friday, or Friga,
Hertha, or Edith, was the mother of
the gods and wife of Woden ; she was
the goddess of love and pleasure, and
was portrayed as a female with a naked
sword in her right hand and bow in her
left hand, implying that in extreme
cases women should fight as well as
men. Saturday, or Seator, is the same
is the Rjman Saturnua ; he was repre
sented on a pedestal, standing on the
! hack of a prickv fish called a perch, his
head bare, with a thin, meagre face ; in
his left hand he help a wheel, and in
his right a pail of watex with fruits and
flowers. The sharp tins of the fish im
plied that the worshippers of Seater
should pass safely through every diffi
culty. The wheel was emblematio of
their unity and freedom, and the pail
of water implied that he would water
the earth and make it fruitful. j
What Real L.aiy Xever Does.
The woman who is more or less green
or snobbish borrows clothes, ribbons,
jewelry and bonnets with which to
dress. The genuine lady never is guiltv
of such a degradation. The high-toned ;
woman is above having articles of dress
or jewelry in common with another;
i she will never run to borrow new gloves,
new ribbons, new cloaks, shawls and
other articles of apparel with which to ,
cnt a dash. To dress a mud lark in j
yellow feathers does not make a canary,
nor will dressing a woman in borrowed ;
plumage transform her into a lady. j
Men seldom display snch weakness, j
The real gentleman never will appear in j
borrowed articles of dress or jewelry, i
' Nor will the woman who has real pride
of character so cheapen herself as to
appear in goods not her own.
A gentleman friend of ours, who loves
his wife dearly, was constantly buying
for her costly and beautiful articles.
He filled her lap with such little things
as he saw from time to time, which he
thought would please her. She lived in
boarding-bouse. One day her hus-
rather than lose their friendship.
As the articles were returned to their
owners, some of them torn, broken,
soiled and damaged, like a sensible man
he threw them into the fire and told his
wife that if she did not love him enough
to keep for her own nse such ornaments
as he bonght for her alone, she might
! bnv for herself hereafter. There is no
difference between a borrower and a
beggar ; except the borrower is the
most selfish of the two and the least
entitled to respect
The I'ower of Dit-keuV FathoM.
Mrs. H?ury Siddons, a neighbor and
intimate friend of the lateLjrd Jeffrey,
who bad free license to enter his house
at all hours unannounced, and come
and go when she listed, opened his
library door one day very gently to look
if he was there, and saw enongh at a
glance to convince ber that her visit
was ill-timed, lhe hard critic of the
Edinburgh was sitting in his chair, with
his head on the table, in deep grief.
As Mrs Siddons was delicately retiring,
in the hope that her entrance had been
r.nn,.fitf,Ail -T.ttTr-.tv Vai.LA.1 hia liAOii ami
t;rt,ll KM,lrnA,1 1,.1 tiuu- Tr vi no.
that his cheek was flushed and his eyes
suffused with tears, sha apologized for
her intrusion, and begged permission
to withdraw. When he found that she
was seriously intending to leave him,
he rose from his chair, took both her
hands, and led her to a seat Lord
Jeffrey (loq.) "Don't go, my dear
friend. I shall be right again in
another minute." Mrs. Siddons "1
had no idea that yon had any bad news
or cause for grief, or I wonld not have
come. Is any one dead ?" Lord Jeffrey
"Yes, indeed. I'm a great goose to
have given way so ; but I could not help
it. You'll be sorry to hear ;that Little
Nelly Boz's Little Nelly is dead."
The fact was, Jeffrey had just received
the last number then out of "The Old
Curiosity Shop," and had been thor
oughly overcome by its pathos.
A boa I Idleness.
Manv young people think an idle life
must 1-e a pleasant one, but there are
none who enjoy it so little and are such
burdens to themselves, as those who
have nothing to do. Those who are
obliged to work hard all day enjoy their
short period of rest and recreation so
much, that they are apt to think if their
whole life were spent in rest aud recre
ation it would be the most pleasant of
all. But this is a sad mistake, as they
would soon find ont if they made a trial
of the life they think soagreeable. One
who is never busy can never enjoy rest,
for rest implies relief from previous
labors; and if our whole time were
spent in amusing ourselves, we should
find it more wearisome than the hardest
day's work. Recreation is only valuable
as it unbends us; the idle can know
nothing of it. Many people leave off
business and settle down to a life of
enjoyment ; but they generally find that
they are not nearly so happy as they
were before, and are often glad to re
turn to their old occupations to escape
the miseries of indolnce.
"Voittli Column.
HOW THB DoO HAD HlS LlKEXXSS
Takkx. As the storv we are about to
tell may seem incredible to some of onr
readers, we will preface it by stating
that its literal truth is vouched for by
a well-known lady of Lowell, Mass.,
Mrs. C. A. Richardson, a sister-in-law
of President Grant's Secretary of tha
Treasury.
Oesar was a fine Newfoundland dog
of great intelligence, owned by Mrs. R.
One morning she took the dog, with
some of the children of her family, to a
dagnerrotype-room, with the view of
having a picture taken of the group.
For nearly an honr Mrs. R. tried to
place Cesar in a posture suitable for
the purpose of getting a likness ; bnt,
when she thonght he was all right, he
would slowly get np, shake his huge
body, and, of course, spoil the picture.
Annoyed at his conduct, Mrs. R.
opened the door, and, in a stern voice,
said to Cesar, "Go home, sir 1 You
have displeased me very mnch : yon
uvj uisuieaseu m very miica : Ton
shall not star with us anv loneer."
Hereuoon ooor Cajjar slunk awav with
rr rt , i I
a crestfallen look : and Mrs. R. made 1
VID1 BIUII& a.nj wiia
no further attempt to put him in the j I regard the progress of opinion
picture. But the next day, mnch to i toward absolute, universal justice, as
her surprise, Car came home with a j the one great end which hallows efforts
box tied round his neck. What could , and recompenses sacrifice. Hurac
it mean ? He seemed to be greatly ! Unthy.
pleased and wagged his tail expres- j Genins . u fc h d
to?SoI the0pen"lg0fr''r-lP'i8tanoe for lofty work.'
Hia mistress was still more surprised i YXLtV0? t
when she found that it contained a fine ! tJS hM " '"tlnl3r 8unor tu
daguerrotype of C;ar himself. i K
At her earliest convenience she called j A New York law journal argues that
on Mr. S., the daguerrotypist, to in- j lawyers as a class, are very poorly paid,
quire how he had succeeded in enticing ; and th it it is only by the force of an
the dog into his room, aud keeping him indomitable will and extraordinary tal-
qniet. Mr. a. said, that on the morning
lollowing the iailure, ho heard a noise i
in the entry as if some one was thump-
ing on the door.
On opening it he found Caetar stand
ing there with wistful and eager face.
Mr. S. tried to drive him away ; but
the dog insisted on entering ; then
walked to the old place directly in front
of the instrument, - and sat quietly
down, as much aa to say "Now, sir. I , ODe of th 8taWs of Argentine Con
am reiav to make amends for inv nu- , .
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dignified behavior of yesterday.
Seeing at once what the dog wanted,
Mr. S. took the hint, placed his instru- j
ment aright ; and the result was a very j
tine picture.
Ai soon as he saw that Mr. S. had i
doue with him, Cie-iar rose and stretched j
himself, with the satisfaction of one
who had wiped ont a disgrace by making
reparation. He then waited for the ,
daguerrotype, which Mr. S. tied around '
his neck, and trotted home with it to ;
n'8 mistress.
I
Aiier mis specimen oi uis sagacity, ;
CaMar was more a favorite than ever, j
He died many years ag ; but the I
daguerrotype Uteuesa which he ob- j
tamed is still treasured i. his mistress s ;
.ouiiij , -uu wC . B.u u uio w ,
i j i,i kins BLury ill uur iwxa a :
tribute to his memorr.
j
BriLT of Sea Shells. I've heard of
a very wonderfnl thing. The houses I
and churches and palaces of the big
and beautiful city of Paris are almost
all made of sea shells. This is how it
happened : Some hundreds of thou
sands of years ago the water of the
ocean rolled over the spot where Pans ,
nn fit u T. , I a I . n.lov tl.n nMtn n wavAa
lived and died millions aud millions of .
tiny sea shell animals. By and by, '
after a great, great many vears, the ;
ocean waters no longer roiimi over mis ,
"''.""-"- , " , I'.'"-" ;
s
might say iudee 1, the mouutaics of
dead shells were left for the sun to
shine on, the winds to blow on aud the
rains to fall on for many centuries more,
till the shells had hardened into rocks.
Then, after hundreds and bnadredsof
years more, men came aud built houses.
They dug in the earth and found the
sea shell stone with which they built
the beautiful houses and churches and
palaces for which Paris is so fatuous.
Aud yet the poor little sea s lells that
livl and died so long ago never get the
least bit of credit for all that they diil
for the tine city ! Perhaps, though,
thev don't care. At any rate, wo will
remember tiiein, aud thi.t will be some- j
thing. While wa are talking about
this matter, it may be as well to remem
ber that a great many of the rocks in
different parts of the world were made
of sea shell and fredi water shells in
just about the same way that the stone
of Paris came to be ready ior the
builders.
Do tor know why it is that the black j
mni of the Nile spread over the laud by
its yearly overflow brings snch wonder-1
f dl fertility ? It ii made np in a large . A strong mind always hopes, because
measure, of tiny creatures, so small I it knows the mutability of human af
tLat only the microscope can divide ! fairs, aud how slight a circumstance
them into separate forms. Millions j may change the whole course of events,
and millions of the living, and millions ! 'ieh a spirit, too, rests npon itself ; it
of the tiny shells of those that have 1 ' not couliued to particular objects,
perished. In the h.irl or of Wisruar on ! and if, at last, all hould be lost; it has
the Baltic sea there are deposited every : saved itself its own integrity and worth,
year almost 31)0, OtK) cubic feet of this j Hope awakens courage, while despon
mad. dency is the last of alt evils : it is the
A large part of the sand of the great abandonment of good the giving np
African desert is made np of the fossil I ot the battle of life with dead nothing
shells of small animals. On the coast I ness. He who can impart courage in
of Patagonia there is a bed of fossil the human soul's is its best physician
shells that has been explored for five; The msnager of a French provincial
hundred miles that reaches at Port theatre has set a wholessle example,
Julian the thickness of eight hundred wmch the profession might do worse
feet The largest or these shells are than loliow uing received so many
sometimes a foot in diameter, bnt one j complaints from his patrons abont the
tenth of the whole bulk are so small : enormous height of the ladies' hats, he
as to be only shining specks to the j issaed a notiee iu iarge ietur9 on tue
naked eye. a t I play bills reading thus : "The mana-
. . ger begs that all good-looking ladies
The Affection for a Mother. A j remove their hata for theaccom
singular and affecting trait i, . recorded modation of the re8t of the audience,
of the bison when young. Whenever a ; The , j thfl bald and the pUiB,Iook.
cow bison falls by the hand of the; j not elpected to comply with
hunter, and happens to have a calf the th fc8t r'rom that
helpless creature instead of attempting , laJ .g hat or bonnf.t was to 8eea in
to escape, stays by its fallen dam, with . the theatre,
many expressions of strong affection, j
The mother being seenred, the hunter! The I.wlon Art Jnrnilia retponsi-
makes no attempt on the calf, because ! ble for the following story : A some-
this is unnecessary, bnt proceeds to cut : what curious circumstance occurred
uo the carcass ; and then, laying it on ! lately, which is strangely illustrative
his horse, he returns home, followed by . of modern manners. A nobleman pas-
the young one, which thus instinctively j sing through a West-End street saw a
accompanies the remains of its parent ' fine but very dilapidated picture in a
A hunter once rode into the town of j broker's shop. He purchased it. and
Cincinnati, between the Miames, fol- iuqnired the painter's name, bnt was
lowed in this manner by three calves, ! unable to discover more than the ini-
all of which had just lost their dams, j tiais. Confident that the picture a
, , ! seaside view with a rocky shore was
. ,, . ., . ! modern, he was anxions to discover the
Afteb all there are some things that , fa f yain b tried aU the ictnro
puzzle the philosophers. In Cnina, v .... , ,T.i .i,-
and in Scotland and s good many other
f daces, they take thick muddy water,
ike the peat water for instance, and
throw in about seven grains of alum to
the gallon, and instantly the mud col
iec in loug iu: e, yiy , determineJ to find the painter, and at
pitated to the bottom and the water is , , d ; , Ued to PoUaky th j
left clear and pnre. The Chinese found j det.tiTe yVlMaky knew noth
this out centuries ago, but though the ( . . rf- . bnt h der.
. , .... . , ,
philosophers have squinted and smelled ,
and tasted and looked as wise ti i owls, j
they can't for the life of them tell
the alum clears the water.
Love is all ita shapes implies sacrifi
ces. Mach must be conceded, much
endured, if we would love.
Vi"ioti!j.
A few vices
viitues.
rill often obscure many
Nothi: besets
than punctuality.
confidence sooner
Nice million horses in the United
States ; value, $ii),OOO,(X0.
People who are always wanting some
thing new should try neuralgia.
Country boys now waik around under
apple trees, looking for the bail that
they lost.
Bored, yet happy a girl with her
first pair of ear-riugs. Sue was at the
camp-meeting.
Talking of oarsmen, John Paul sat a
it's a great thing nowadays to be "a
gentlemaa and a sculler.""
On September 2, the volcano Etna,
in Sicily, was in violent eruption, which
showed no signs of abatement
The intellect of man sits visibly i-
i ., , ,. , , , , .
i t"r.on.e,i npon his forehead and his eyes.
?na n ae,ltt ol man 18 "" nPn
i i . .
ents mat one ol them occasionally
rises to wealth and fame.
A Columbia naturalist iu an excur
sion among the Andes, fouud in au old
miue a petrified vicuna, mnch larger
than the species now living, and a pet
rified condor whose sknll was larger
than that of a man, and had painted on
the frontal figures of the sun and moon.
These discoveries were ma le in Iniuy,
leuerauou.
No girl should be indifferent to her
personal appearance. G.xl meaut wo-
man to be attractive, and it is one of
her duties to carry out this design.
But that dress is to be all is more than
we can believe. Just because we love
to see girls look well, as well as to live
to some pnrpose, we would urge them
on snch a coarse of reading and study
a will confer qualities which no mod-
iste can snpply.
1 .ti .
pretty eS8aT on tue er o eJuoation
to beilutT tUlit u al)Solutely chiseled
tue features ; that he has seen manv a
clllmay nose ani, pair of tLiek
moalued by thought awakened and ac-
tlTe geutnnent, as to be unrecognizable.
Aud he put it on that ground that we
i so often see people, homely and unat-
tractive lnyoutu, moom in mi, idle lite
into a softened Indian Summer of good
looks and mellow tones.
If a man is hurrying within an hour,
more or less, after a regular meal, he is
dyspeptic beyond question, and it shows
that the stomach is not able to work np
meU ont o it but 0 eat jn anJ
' .
wnat he has eaten, so as to get nonnsh-
thus impose more work, when it could
do nothing for what it had already been
eaten, is an absurdity ; and yet all dys
peptics who eat wlieuever they are hun-
Rry J(J t)ll8 Tery thi,1J? an(1 t,-M affgra
vute and protract their
protract their sufferings.
The secret of the liberality of egg
laying displayed by French hen lies,
according to Consul Hothnm, in the
quality of the soil. The French hen
removed from her native land does not
behave with that productive alacity
which distinguishes her at home.
Wherever silex abounds in the soil,
as at Calais and Amiens, hens are re
markably prolific. The French egg
dealers do not feed their poultry, but
allow them to run about and pick up
for themselves in the fields.
From the lips of woman, every infant
hears the hrt agents of affection and
receiTe the lesson of tenderness and
love. For the aoprobation of woman.
the grown np youth will uudertake the
boldest enterprise aud brave every dif
ficulty of study, danger, and even
death itself. To the happiest of wo
man, the man of mature years will de
vote the best energies of his mind, and
from the affectionate regard of woman,
the man who has become venerable iu
years derives his chief consolation iu
life a decline.
initials, bnt were unaco. nainted with
the man. They were confidant that the
painter was alive, but they knew noth
ing of his home or his haunts. Tho
nobleman piqued at being so balked.
uuuicui
finJ the mtn And find him be
gome lronDie in the midst f
thdire),t poverty in a little court in
Soho. The discovery of the artist was
the turning paint in his fortunes. The
nobleman employed him, and at this
moment there is a picture of his in the
Adademy marked "sold.,,
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