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F. SCHWEIER,
THE CeKSTITCTIOS THB UNION AKD THK ENFORCEMENT OF TH LAWS.
Editor and Proprietor'.
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VOL. XXIX.
MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA., MARCH 24, 1875.
NO. 12.
porriT.
M. TO THE MEAN.
IT Km. . L. OBEBHOLTZKK.
The girl who sits in tbe porcbway low
Sing to ber needle aa to and fro
It wearea tbe seam with ita glittering glo
L'loos in tbe garment abe holds to aew,
King to tbe eeam ;
Hing it yonr dream ;
Ixdge in each stitch
Part of its gleam.
No "aong of tbe shirt" ainga she, ob no,
liar words are gleeful, bappj and low ;
While tbe shining needle, fast or alow.
Tomes tbe thread that it shorter grow.
hing to tbe seam ;
Hing it yoar dream ;
Lodge in each stitch
fart of its gleam.
A song's good company while yon aew ;
It helps the needle to onward go
And trace ita work in a dainty row
O'er the downy, drifted, cambric auow.
Hing to tbe seam ;
Hing it your dream ;
Ijodge in each stitch
Part of its gleam.
A simple song with no work below
Is lost on tbe empty air, you know ;
But tune and labor, together aglow.
Hie richest blessings of time bestow.
Hing to tbe seam ;
Hing it your dream ;
Ixdge in each stitch
J'art of its gleam.
IMrXLaST.'
A Healthy Village.
Dr. Frank Richardson writes to the
London Time from Harbottle, Mor
peth : "The interesting letters which
Lave appeared in yoar columns during
the last week or two noon the mode of
committing 'Earth to Earth' tempt me
to send yon the lollowing instance of a
district in which that unpleasant pro
cess is postponed in a singularly niin
saal manner. The large parish of Al-winton-witb-Holystone
is situated npon
the southern slopes of the Cheviots,
includes tbe upper vale of the Coquet,
and extends about twenty miles in
length and several in breadth, compris
ing 44,472 acres. Its population has
decreased from 1,396 at the census of
1801 to 1,272 at that of 1874. The oc
cupations of ita inhabitants are almost
equally divided between the tending of
sheep and tbe cultivation of cereals
upon lands which rest in nearly similar
proportions npon free stone and por
phyry. During the year 1 874 six deaths
occurred in this parish, being at tbe
rate of 47 per. thousand, one of those
deaths being that of an unfortunate
young shepherd who perished in the
recent snow storm. This mortality
was lower than usual ; daring the pre
vious ten years the number was 106, an
annual average of 7.9 per thousand.
Of these 106 deaths there were 1G be
tween 70 and 80 years of age, and cu
riously, 2M above eighty years, consid
erably more than one quarter of the to
tal deaths thus occurring in people
above 80 years old, or 273.6 per thou
sand. Now, is there anything excep
tional in tbe ages of the inhabitants to
account for this low death rate? The
aged and very young, among whom
proportionally the mortality is highest,
exist in large numbers. Within two
miles of my house I know nine octoge
narians, and a tenth, our parish clerk,
died last week at the age of eighty
three. In this village of Harbottle,
with one hundred and twenty inhabi
tants, there are thirty seven children
under fourteen years of age, and during
tbe last twenty years no child has died
and for nearly four years no one until
the case just mentioned. I may add
another instance of the large propor
tion of children existing and their im
munity from death. A farmer in this
parish and his three' shepherds, who
Lave occupied their present situations
nearly thirty years, have among them
forty-seven children, and not a single
death has occurred in these families.
The inhabitants have abundance of
plain, substantial food, excellent water
good residences as s rule, and regular
but not severe work in a pare, bracing
atmosphere, and are highly intelligent
and generally abstemious. I am in
debted to the Rev. A. Proctor, who has
been upward of forty years the esteemed
vicar, for the corrobatiou of the statis
tics of this parish which I have now
given you."
Impatient- the Tire of the Ace.
The eager desire to press forward,
not ho much to conquer obstacles, as to
elude them ; that gambling w'"' tne
solemn destinies of life, seeking ever
to set success upon the chances of a
die; that hastening from tbe wish con
ceived to ".the end accomplished ; that
thirst after quick returns to ingenious
toil, and breathless snurrinirs along
short cuts to the goaf, which we see
everywhere around us, from tbe
Mechanics Institute to tbe stock mar
ketbeginning in education with the
primers of infancy, deluging us with
Philosophies for the million," and
"Sciences made easy," characterizing
the books ef our writers tbe speeches
of our statesmen, no less than tbe deal
ings of our speculators' seem, I confess,
to me, to constitute a very diseased and
general symptom of tbe times. 1 bold
that tbe greatest friend to man is lalior ;
that knowledge without toil, if possible.
were worthless ; that toil in pursuit of
knowledge is tbe best knowledge we
can attain; that tbe continued eflbit
for fame is nobler than fame itself
that it is not wealth suddenly acquired
which is deserviug of homage, but the
virtues which a man exercises in the
alow pursuit of wealth tbe abilities so
called forth.tbe self-denials so imposed;
in A word, tb.tt Lalor and Patience
are the true schoolmasters on earth.
Itiulwer.
1.1 le.
What a varying thing is the stream
of life. How it sparkles and glitters !
How it bonds along ita pebbly bed.
uHiiAiimai in shade - sometimes sport
ing round all things, as if its essence
war marrimMit ami brightness : some
times flowing solemnly on, as if it were
derived from luetlie itseii. row it runs
like a liquid diamond along tbe mea
dow ; now it plunges in fume and fury
over the rock ; n"w it is clear and lim
pid, as youth and innocence can make
it . nnw it is heavy and turbid, with
the varying streams of thought and
memory that are nowing into it, eacu
bringing ita store of dullness And
1 n . nn ; war. ,1 ftnwinl thA And.
uvi u htuu mm , -
I . km Wat-IAS SS it PDAS DOW it
pings lightlyas it dances ; now it roars
mirUt tho obstacles that oppose its
way ; and now it baa no tone but the
.lull nm irinrmnr of exhausted eneriTV.
Such is the stream of life I Tet per
haps few of ns would wish to change
our portion of it for the calm regular
ity of a canal even if one eonld be
constructed without locks and flood
gate upon it to hold in the pent-up
water of the heart till they are ready
to qunt through the bank..
THE TITO PATHS.
bt rxn. PLUMX.
They say that Bears track nsed to be
a merry old place in former times ; but
however pleasant tradition may hand
down those by -gone times, I know that
lor a long time there was ever a skeleton
at ita domestic fireside.
Martin Timberlake, who for years
dispensed hospitality with lavish hand,
was a gentleman of the olden school, a
man full of honor, and with that nice
sense of propriety that makes a liberal
culture And generous mind.
No man in the land more sincerely
deprecated the civil strife which de
vastated one portion of the country and
paralyzed tbe other, than Martin
Timberlake. So deeply did the dis
asters of his country affect his mind,
that he sickened and died in tbe first
year of the war.
He had two sons. Horace, by his
first wife, was a man of forty years,
with dark complexion, and a silent And
thoughtful mien. Morris, the son of
his second partner, was a light-haired,
blue-eyed man of thirty, with so joy
ous a temperament that he never knew
a aad hour. Horace would have chosen
medicine as his vocation, and Morris
would have espoused the bar ; but Mr.
Timberlake, who was possessed of large
means, never would permit his boy to
leave his roof to engage in any business
so long as he lived.
There was no lack of servants in those
days, and as every guest was usually
provided with one, the old mansion
generally resembled an hnsre inn. It
may have been that Martin Timberlake,
amid all the confusion incident upon a
bouse full of guests, found relief from
the thoughts which preyed upon his
spirit. Some men iu his condition
would have drowned the past in deep
beakers, but he never joined the nightly
revel? of his friends, though he fur
nished them an unlimited quantity of
good wine, and bade them be happy in
their own way.
Tbe kind of spirits that he enter
tained scarcely waited for the invita
tion, for they came ot a race of deep
drinkers And hard riders ; and in later
days they marched to meet death with
an unblanched face and obstinate
courage worthy of a better cause.
Tbe disposition of Horace Timber-
lake kept bim aloof from tbe social
gatherings in his father's halL His in
clinations rather led him to sbnn than
court the humor of the men assembled
there. But Morris could sit it out with
the stoutest, and his laugh never failed.
nor his spirits nagged, so long as tbe
wine was flowing. He. therefore, was
the most popular of tbe two brothers.
Horace loved a lady who resided in a
Southern city, while Morris was be
trothed to one whose borne was where
tbe roses had but a brief life, and cold
winds early stripped the leaves from
the creaking trees. Is it a wonder,
then, that these brothers took opposite
paths in later days ?
Mr. Timberlake was among those
who had early discovered the little war
cloud, at first scarcely larger than a
man s hand, and his heart failed bim
when he contemplated things that were
to be. When hot and angry discussion
was running rife, bis health began to
fail so rapidly that it was a marvel to
observe tbe change in bis appearance.
Then followed tbe crash which lor a
time hurried matters into a chaos. Tbe
lurid flame ran reddening through tbe
land, and Martin Timberlake counsel
ing his boys not to be earned away hy
the public clamor, sat down to await
the issue.
Martin Timberlake never lived to see
the end. He died imploring his sons
to have nothing to do with this fratri
cidal strife. Did they obey him? I
trow not, for matters waxed so hot in
their locality that men had to show
their hands without any discrimination.
The brothers were sitting together
one day, when Horace opened tbe con
versation. "Morris " be said, "we shall not be
able to remain neutral much longer.
Oar poor father's dying reqnest has
been obeyed by us both as long as we
eonld save ourselves from tbe whirl
pool. We shall be drawn into it ere
long. What think you ; speak, brother ?
You know my sentiments in regard to
the fatal step our countrymen have
taken, and yet it may have been im
possible to avoid it."
"Say not so, Horace, I never can be
lieve it : every evil that is now npon us
springing from tbe hasty action of
demagogues mignt nave oeen avoiueu.
Bad counsel from nrst to last nas oeen
at the root of all this. For my part I
will never aid the cause in any manner
whatever."
A smile iust discernible apppeared
about the corners of the elder brother's
mouth.
"Alice Waring lives in the North,
Morris. he said.
The blood mounted to tbe face of the
younger, as he replied :
"And Alouie tinnier is a uoru
Southern woman."
Horace nodded bis bead as he spoke :
There's the trouble, Morris. She
writes met that she would rather see
me in the camp than idling my days at
Bearstrack. She is very vehement on
the subject. I may be driven to it at
last. Who knows ?"
Hush, Horace," interposed his
brother. "We have loved each other
to this very hour ; do not, I beseech
you, raise a barrier of blood between
us. Listen to what Alice Waring says,"
and he drew a letter from his pocket
and read :
"Even if yon should join tbe rebel
ranks, I would love yon, but it would
break my heart to know that one I
prized so dearly bad allied himself to a
cause that cannot have the blesbing of
heaven, and must inevitably receive the
detestation of every true-hearted lover
of freedom."
"That sounds well. Morris : but it
was written by one out of tbe sound of
hostile cannon. Tbe case is different
here ; all our women are for war, san
guinary aud vigorous, and I fear tbe
man who refuses to take bis musket
stands small chance of favor in tbe eyes
of tbe women of tbe South. 1 can per
ceive plainly that I shall have to choose
between a suit ol gray ami miuibuiwb
worse." .
"As much as I love Alice Waring,
replied Morris, "I would give hemp
the moment I were compelled to such
an alternative." He spoke with unusual
warmth, aa he gazed into hia brother's
The answer came slowly and sadly
from Horace Timlerlake's lips.
1 nrniMt do it." he said, "God help
me if I err, but when I make tbe choice
it will be Mollie Hunter agaiaut the
universe." ,. ,
The band ot Morris Timberlake
moved till it clasped his brother's in a
strong, tremulous grasp.
"Come what may, we shall always
love each other, la it not so, Horace?"
be Asked.
"Aye, Morris,"exclainedlua brother,
"by the grave of him who sleeps nnder
yonder willows, I swear that I will
never waver in my lore for yon, though
I had to sink th whole Confederacy
nnder my feet"
The following morning Morris Tim
berlake waited in the breakfast-room
for his brother to descend, but finding
him nnsually late, he went np to hia
chamber. It was tenantless. A letter
lay on his table, he snatched it np
hurriedly, and found it was in Horace'
handwriting, and Addressed to himself.
It ran thus :
Dkak Brother : I cannot find it in
my heart to bid yon good-bye, save by
letter. Heaven grant we may soon
meet again in day a peaceful as the
past. Look in my drawer And yon will
discover some money : 1 have divided
fairly with yon. Pack up and hurry
North, if yon can get there. Don t
waste any time unnecessarily, for yon
may experience great difficulties in
leaving. Let the old place take care of
itself, onr people will hang around it
and provide for themselves as long as
they are able. Remember my parting
advice. Hurry away as soon as possi
ble. In haste, yoar affectionate brother
Horace.
A week later, a horseman could have
been seen working his way cautiously
to the onion lines. It was no easy
matter to avoid suspicion, bnr fortnne
favored him, and after many perilous
adventure he stood in the presence of
tbe Federal army.
Taken to headquarters, he declined
to answer tbe interrogatories demanded
of him; he was committed to the guard
house. There he remained some time,
when he was unconditionally released
with a pass North. Heavy fighting had
occurred np to this time, and by chance
be got possession of a Southern paper
which had found its way across the
lines, and saw his brother Horace's
name mentioned as an officer in a Con
federate regiment. This was the last
intelligence he ever had of him, al
though on a certain day mid battle and
smoke, be could have almost shaken
bands with him, and he knew it not.
Tbe sun was slanting along the roofs
of a frontier town in Maine, when a
traveler, dusty, and evidently fatigued,
was toiling np a green declivity toward
a neat house literally embowered in
roses, which climbed up from the porch
to the second-story windows. Tbe resi
dence stood a short distance without
the thriving town of P
Morris Timberlake, for it was he,
halted moment. And gazed back
thoughtfully at the city which lay in
tbe distance. He had seen strange
sights there that day, such Bights as he
never expected to have witnessed.
There was nnity of feeling, of purpose
and of action. The streets were full of
armed men, band were playing, and
loud and long huczas filled tbe air, as
heavy bodies of armed men hurriedly
entered tbe long train of cars which
were waiting to receive them and bear
them away. He read on their stern and
composed faces the purpose which
nerved their hearts, And even from the
lips of tbe children who were held np
for a parting kiss to many bronzed
faces, he listened to catch tbe meaning
of what be saw, and he heard it, "To
save the nation's life." Morris Timber
lake never forgot the expression.
Striding onward, his heart fluttered
at the sight of a white dree by tbe
garden gate. Thrice had tbe prairie
roses bloomed in crimson luxuriance
since be looked npon that form ; yet he
would have known it on the instant if
be bad met it at tbe uttermost bounds
of tbe earth. A moment more, and the
exclamation of surprise, -'Morris !" and
the response, "Alice !" and then some
tears fell from bright, brown eyes ; but
they were tears of happiness. That
night, beneath a Northern sky, Alice
Waring leaned npon the arm of a son
of the South, and knew that his heart
was as loyal as in days gone by.
It is not my purpose to detail the
pleasant hours Morris Timberlake
1assed in the presence of the one be
oved tbe best. His cup of happiness
had one bitter drop in it. He felt,
sooner or later, circumstances might
compel him to appear on a different
scene.
Mr. Waring bail furnished two sons,
then absent with the army, and Alice,
usually gentle even to timidity, was
now outspoken in her sentiments and
very decided in her language.
"My country first," she one day said
to Morris, in answer to some love ap
peal. Morris gazed npon her qmet but de
termined features with a bewildered
look. He never could have believed i
possible for Northern girls to have such
depth of feeling.
They were walking in the garden and
conversing about tbe war ; Alice stooped
down and nervously twisted a flower
lrom its stem.
"Won't yon put it in my button
hole ?" arked Morris, with a pleading
look.
The little hand moved irresolutely for
a moment, then it was laid upon her
lover's shoulder. And two brown eyes
looked earnestly in his own aa she
answered :
"The day yon march away nnder
yonder flag (pointing to where the
banners were flying over the city), I
will pin a rose npon your uniform,
though my heart may break when I re
flect I may be sending yon to yonr
death. Aye, though for the rest of my
days I may wear widow' weeds, I will
joy over my own misery to know that I
loved one true enough te sacrifice self
to duty."
Morris Timberlake saw that her face
was verv pale, but her voice was steady
and ber worda decided. He caught her
bv the hand, and without uttering a
word, they walked back to the bouse,
each engrossed with the thought apper
most in their hearts.
Months nassed away, tbe ripened
grain had been garnered, and the
chock were full of yellow corn. The
robin's notes were heard less frequently
and crimson and golden leaves com
menced to flutter in the autumn air. I f
a change was passing over the face of
nature, it was no less true oi toe moral
chauge that was working deep npon
tbe mind of Morns nmDeriake. Dome
thing ef his brother's gravity was now
I discernible in his conversation and
mien. The hour for action came At
last ; there was no mistaking the mo
tives which now moved him to the
course he pursued. It eonld not be at
tributed to sudden impulse or the hope
of pleasing Alice Waring, else he would
! have pnt it into execution long before.
Rather place it among tbe results of
' careful investigation and mature de
i liberation regarding his country's trou
bles. When he shouldered hi musket
1 and marched away with his regiment.
j he did not share the ceaseless gaiety of
hia comrades ; if there was no huzza on
' hi lips, neither was there Any regret ;
j but hi conviction of dnty was perhaps
as strong a the moat boisterous of
those rollicking soldier.
And Alice Waring pinned a rose npon
his breast And kissed him good-bye.
How Anxiously during the long winter
night Alice Waring would sit by tbe
hearth and ponder upon her soldier
lover. And how nervously her hand
would tremble when she read the news
from the "front."
Christmas was coming apace ; al
ready the green wreaths were being
woven to decorate the sanctuary in
commemoration of the advent of the
Blessed Redeemer ; and while some
hands were engaged in beautifying the
temple of the Most High, others were
remorselessly slaying their kith and kin
in blood-red vengeance.
It is not yet time to have quite for
gotten that thirteenth day of December,
1862, at Fredericksburg. How many a
chair it left vacant in our broad land.
How many a grief-stricken heart ached
and ached, till Ood in his gracionsness
sent the Angel of Peace to still its
beatings forever.
Where tbe fight was thickest the men
eonld scarcely breathe for tbe sul
phurous canopy, there fought two
brothers ; but they battled on different
sides of tbe question ami yet they
fought well.
And when tbe gnns grew feeble and
the rattle of musketry failed, there was
a hush in the very. Air, for tbe Angel
ef Death was stalking over the scene.
By-and-by they came to collect tbe
wounded and bury those past relief,
and they fonnd Horace aud Morris
Timberlake within an arm's length of
each other, near enough to have fallen
on each other's neck and embraced
bad they been living men.
Flrt Love and Nrroud Marriage.
William Bradford, whose name stands
second on the list of signatures to the
celebrated compact made iu the little
cabin of the Mayflower, and who be
came tbe second Governor of Plymouth
Colony, was born at Ansterlield, York
shire, England, iu tbe month of March,
1088. JJis parj-uta dying in bis youtn,
he was left to tbe care of bis grand
parents and after them to bis uncles.
His family was respectable, bnt was
among tbe yeomanry of England, aud
he was bred to agriculture. At au
early period he took npon himself the
care of his large estates, and to improve
and beautify tbem was his occupation
and pleasure. But while each day
fonnd him busy with tbe meu in the
fields, night found him busy with his
books. He became a proficient iu tbe
Latin, Greek and Hebrew languages.
and French and German be both read
and spoke with ease. While still a
mere youth he identified himself with
the Puritans, and at seventeen years of
age was one of a company who at
tempted to escaiie to tiolhtnd in quest
of liberty to worship as their con
sciences counseled. But they were ue
trayed, and cast into prison at Boston,
Lincolnshire. While religion, aud
numerous other grave and earnest ob
jects, bad their place in bis miud, there
was one corner where a more beautilnl.
less grave, but as earnest a passion
held sway.
Love had entered tbe heart j
of tbe young Puritan, aud often, while
hi bead was bowed over bis book, the
graceful figure of ber he loved would
charm his eyes, mnking bis heart throb
with delight. When as a clnlil be bail
played with little A lie Carpenter, be
knew that she was lovelier and sweeter
to him than any other golden-haired.
rosy lipped little fairy, hue was inst
two years younger than himself.
As years passed, and her lorm he-
came taller and fuller, the golden curls
deepening in shade to siinuy brown,
she grew more beautiful to him. Many
were tbe walks they had together. II is
lands joined her father's, and of a
Summer evening, leaning over tbe
hedge that divided tbem, long aud
uiltl..ii.i;lii thev en.
joyed. One evening in AntiironAlice
announced to him that in two days
more she was to go to London with an
aunt, to stay some months. The news
came like a deathblow npon William.
Tbe Carpenter family hid been highly
distinguished in former times, aud one
of its members had received lrom t he
king the honor of knighthood, bnt they
were now indigent, aud William deter
mined to risk his fate, and ask Alice of
her stern and proud father. He hoed
that his own broad lands and fair name
might influence the father to accept
bim as a suitable match for this lovely
but portionless girl. But be did not
know tbe pride of the stern old man.
tie was dismissed with hanghty aim
severe reproofs for his presumption.
His religious belief would have raised
a barrier had there been no other, and
sad was the interview of the young lov
ers that evening at the trysting place
here they hsd sieiit so many Uappy
hours. It was to be their lust meeting.
William was too proud and high
minded, and Alice too dntifnl, to act
in opposition to a parent's wishes.
Alice went to Loudon, and in eonrse
of time was married to Constant South
worth, A wealthy and honorable man.
William devoted himself to bis farm
and books.
By-and-by he felt thnt a wife was
needful to him, and his eye fell on
Dorothy May, a sensible, discreet .wo
man of bis own rauk in life. He did
not love her as he had loved Alice, but
be felt an honest ud true affection for
her, and she proved an estimable,
faithful wife. Tbe nnmlier of those
professing tbe Puritan faith increased,
and tiial and persecution were their
lot. William was one of tbe earliest
advocates for their removal to America,
where they might enjoy their religion
undisturbed. He was with tbe little
band in their hasty flight, iu their so
journ in Loudon, aud upon the stormy
and perilous ocean in tbe cabin of the
Mayflower. bile in uaie uou naruor
and during his absence witb a party
sent to explore the coast bis faithful
wile uorotny leu irom uo snip ami
was drowned. lie sincerely monrueu
for her, for she hail been an affection
ate wife ; but with the submission of a
Christian he calmly turned to the du
ties of life. Life for him was a warfare
with hnnger and cold, disease and sav
age enemies. What tbe colonists sin
tered is well known.
Mr. Bradford was now a mature man
of thirty-two, aud when Governor Car
ver died a few mouths alter their arri
val he was elected his smwasor, aud
for a period of more than thirty-one
years he directed the affairs of the col
ony. But while with fatherly care he
watched over tbe little colony be olten
felt the want of woman's ready sympa
thy and soothing tenderness. He
thought of Alice. The love he had felt
for her had never died out in his heart.
While the husband of another it had
slumbered, but now Alice and himself
were both free for her hnsband had
died a year since. Did she remember
the love of her youth ? And if she yet
cherished that memory, would she con
sent to leave a happy home and troops
of loving friends to share the fortunes
of one in a wilderness ? At last he de
cided to write to her and propose that
she should share hi fortunes. Early
in the Spring of 1623, the letter was
sent. He set before her all the trials
aud privations to which she would be
exposed ; he left it to her to decide
whether she could regard hia love as
an equivalent for tbe sacrifice she
would be called npon to make. And
he requested her, if she wonld consent,
since the affairs of the colony wonld
not suffer his absence, to take passage
in the first ship bound for the colonies.
The time passed slowly to the Gov
ernor, until, on the 11th of August, a
sail was discerned, as yet a faint speck
on the horizon. It was the ship so
long expected. It was in this ship he
expected Alice. If she were not there,
there would at least be a written rejec
tion of bis proposal. The whole popu
lation of the town crowded to the land
ing. Governor Bradford stood firm
and erect, conspicuous among the little
crowd. When the vessel touched tbe
shore all harried on board. The Gov
ernor passed from one to another with
warm welcomings ; but his eye watched
for Alice. He sees her not. His hope
has gone out. "It is God' will," says
the devout Puritan. Just then a fe
male ancends the stair from the cabin.
She is taller than the Alice of .his re
membrance. Strange, for though he
knew years must have changed her, yet
she had always risen before his mind aa
tbe slender girl from whom he had
parted. Aud here she stands the beau
tiful, stately, dignified woman. Prob
ably she too had her surprise. For a
moment the pair looked at each other,
and then "William !" "Alice 1" buret
from their lips, and the hearts so long
sundered were united. That very eve
ning the marriage took place. There
was joy of heart, bnt no extravagant
display. Long and happy was tbe
union here consummated. Thirty-four
additional years was tbe good governor
spared to the colony whose prosperity
he did so much to promote. His wife
survived him fifteen years. She was
well educated and dignified in deport
ment, ami did much for tbe improve
ment of tbe rising generation. Pilgrim
Hall stands npon land formerly in ber
possession. It is recorded of her that
she was a good matron, and mnch loved
while she lived and heartily lamented
when she died I'utte.r' Amerivan
M;ulhg.
A Milk-Lined Hone.
I benrd two little boys down by the
brook to-day, talking about their
fathers' bouses, and boasting how
grand they were. Johnny said his house
had a velvet carpet in the parlor, and
lace enrtaiua at tbe wiudows. Willie
said bis house bad splendid chande
liers, that sparkled like diamonds ; and
the walls were hcantifnlly painted. I
thought I wonld like to tell tbem about
a house very mnch more wonderful
than those they lived in. because it is
bnilded by a small insect.
This house is made by a kind of
spider that lives in California, and is
called the mason-spider. His house is
very marvelous for such A little fellow
to make all by himself, without any
hammer, or saw, or trowel, or axe, or
nails, or plaster, or any snch things as
men use in building ; and yet bis man
sion is fit for a little queen ; for it is
lined throughout with white silk 1
The spider's house is nearly as large
as a ben's egg, and is bnilt of a sort of
red clay, almost as handsome as tbe
brown stone they are so proud of in
New York city. It is cylindrical in
shape. The top opens with a little
trap door, which is fastened with a
hi mre, aud shuts of itself. The door
and iusi le are lined with tbe most deli
cate white silk, finer than the costliest
dress ever worn by a lady.
Mr. Spider builds his bouse in some
crevice, or I tores a cylindrical bole iu
the clay, so that all is concealed from
I " except this tiny trap-door. When
she sees any enemy approaching, he
quickly to his silk-liued bouse
swings oieu the little door, goes in and
as the door shuts tightly after him,
holds it firmly by placing bis claws in
two openings in tbe wbite-silk lining of
the door, just large enough to admit
bis little hands or feet, whichever yon
choose to call tbem ; aud here, nestled
iu this luxurious retreat, be bids defi
ance to all intruders.
I heard all aliont this spider from a
gentleman who bail been to California,
and had brought home one of these
red clay, silk-lined houses. He was
showing it to some children as they
were walking near me. I wish you all
could have seen it. St Xicholax.
Italian Kallroadi.
A correspondent, writing from Italy,
says : "Her railroads are magnificent
structures ; waiting-rooms elegantly
frescoed, aud tbe seats of tbe finest silk
velvet. When the train stops for din
ner, they give yon one hour to eat your
meal. The railroad beds are the
smoothest I have ever ridden over ; the
embankments are all bnilt of solid ma
sonry of the most substantial nature,
and tbe bridges are all massive stone.
If the bridges, embankments, and road
beds of tbe New York Central Railroad
were bnilt like those of the High Italy
Railway, that road, with its immense
revenues, could not pay a half per cent,
dividend on the cost of ita construc
tion. The expense of running railroads
in Italy is enormous. Every ton of coal
is bought in England, costing ten dol
lars per ton, and transported at an
enormous cost to Italy. Tbe system is
admirable. Of course I do not like tbe
carriages ; bnt in every other respect
they excel ns Americans. It is impos
o i ) 1 1 .i f. ,e . t rti i-.il.ii- t. not i n ti tli A v nut a
tnin (r ewn it ho aoe8 not Kptk
a word of either irench or Italian.
Every mau connected with a railroad
wears a uniform, aud tbe gnard lifts
his bat to you as be politely examines
your ticket. I have travelled nearly
J Ituul milu. in ii i ti j.n munw jlifTdr.
, e'ut ml nevel mig9ed train or
fcDew one fc,
be five minutes behind
time. Surely snch facts attest the ex
cellence of the railway system in Italy."
SeiiHible Pareatn.
A young lady of Ballarat, England,
alxmt contemplating matrimouy, was
asked by her friends what kind of wed-
i ding presents abe wonld like.
ami re
plied that she wonld prefer useful to
ornamental ones. Her wedding journey
consisted in going from tbe house of
ber parents to a cottage in the vicinity
and npon amvingtheresue lonna a Par
rel of Hour, a jar of butter, a complete
set of cooking utensils, a piece ot me
rino, a set of crockery ware, knives,
forks, spoons, and glassware, enough
household groceries to last six months
and on her parlor table a receipt for
the payment of a year's rent for tbe
ottage, with twoXlO notes pinned to
a paper, on which was written. "To
purchase something useful. "
Was not this tbe right kind of utili
tarianism for a yonng couple of limited
means, about starting ont npon their
matrimonial career, and was it net
more beautiful than duplicate plated
fish-knives and other trash usually
given npon like occasions.
Fixing I'f Bnrned IM aney.
It will be remembered that recently
a northern express car was burned
near Washington. The government
alone had S5.750.000 in it. And the pri
vate property amounted to nearly half
as much, including jewelry enougu to
fill seven safes.
Up in one of the sunny, well lighted
rooms of the United States Treasury
department at Washington, four ladies
from the Treasurer' office are at work
on these charred treasures. And their
process is one of tbe most interesting
features of the service. All the safes
were transferred from the ears to the
Treasury, and a committee were se
lected from those most expert at snch
work. First the private safes were
opened, and in these were found about
$100,000 worth of diamonds, a hundred
watches, old gold and silver coins, and
alas 1 for the eonrse of true love a
package of love letters and a tress of
pretty brown hair. Picking ont the
valuables was comparatively easy work,
for though many of the stones had
fallen from their settings it was not
hard to find them. The gold was
blackened.
The money in the government safes
is so charred that at a breath it crum
bles ; and yet it is expected that four
fifths of it will be deciphered. Each
little shrivelled piece is detached with
a thin knife and laid on rough blotting
paper. There the ladies examine it
with magnifying glasses, and after de
ciphering aa much as possible they
paste it, face np, on a strip of thin
paper ; and so, bit by it, a whole note
is pierced ont. It is snch trying exer
cise for tbe eyes that those engaged in
it can work only three hours at a time
and on bright days. The trust reposed
in them is great, for the money is de
livered directly to them, and remit
tances made on their reports without
further questioning. After the terrible
fire of October, 171, Chicago sent two
hundred and three cases of burnt money,
aggregating, at owners' valuation,
$164.9J7,98. It came in sheets, in
bundles, in tiny packages, rumpled and
crashed as careless hands had pushed
them into side pockets or purses. Each
little parcel was swathed in cotton as
carefully as it it were the most precious
jewelry, and as the black, brittle pack
ages were unrolled, it seemed really
impossible that anything eonld be made
of snch cinders. Yet ont of that $1C4(
"97,98. $126,541,33 was redeemed and
returned to the owners of banks. Bos
ton profited by Chicago's experience-,
and packed her burnt money so care
fully that nearly all of it was redeemed.
Eighty-three cases, containing $88,812,
W), came from Boston, and $88,21M).i40
were returned to her, besides a number
of policies, notes, bills and other valu
able papers. The most skillful person
on this committee is A lady who has had
much experience in such work. Once
she deciphered $185,000 ont of $200,0110
thut had been in the hold of a bnrned
ship for three years, and Adaras Express
Company, which was responsible for
the amount, gave her $500 in acknowl
edgement of her services. Another
time she and her associates worked
faithfully and long over some bonds a
crazy cashier saw fit to throw into the
Ore. The bank asked lor only skhi.ihh, ;
bnt the ladies picked ont "gl 15,000 ; j
whereupon the directors, with reckless j
extravagance, presented the committee j
with $20 about four dollars apiece 1
The Coroner Boy.
He is a boy of deep thonght, and is
much given to deductions. The coroner
is not bis father, but he is a lad who
was engaged to mind the office, shake
np the coal stove and ask inquiries.
He is a good loy, and has learned to
sympathize with reporters. When there
has been an inquest the boy puts on a
cheerful look aud has the whole case so
that he can rattle it off from beginning
to end.
"Awful sad case," he says to a re
porter. "They fonnd tbe old man
hanging to a beam in the woodshed
stiff and cold. Splendid chance for yon
to say that his wide-open eyes seem to
glare down npon the coroner, aud that
one arm stretched out, as if to shake
bands with the grim monster death.
lou can say that tbe body swayed to
and fro in the night breeze blowing in
throneh a broken pane, and that an owl
sat on tbe beam over the corpse and
uttered his mournful hoo-boo I
And then he rnba his bands, his smile
grows broader, and he continues :
"Business has begua to pick np, and
there may he an inqnest every day for
a week. Hope bo, for I like to see
business moving aud money coming in.
I m looking every day for a case of
mnrder throat cut from ear to ear
blood stains on tbe wall blood stained
knife on the floor marks of a fearfnl
struggle desperate villain, aud so
forth. If yon don t happen to be around
I II send a boy down.
But there Are other days when be is
sad, and says to the reporter :
"Nothing to-day. 1 m sorry, bnt yon
know we can't pnsh business as grocers
do. Advertising wouldn't help ns a
cent's worth, and the holiday season is
no better than any other season. 1 wish
we bad a case for yon, and if anything
tnrna np I'll come down myself and
give yon the points. There's lota of
folks who might as well commit suicide
as not, but tbey don't seem to care
whether tbe coroner has one case a
month or none at alL Be patieut, and
we 11 try and turn np something to
morrow.
Who can help but contract a rever
ence for such a boy ? Mroit Frrr
Paid ay a Moaa;.
Farinelli had ordered a magnificent
costume, and when the tailor bronght
it home, tbe Artist demanded his bill.
"I bave not made one," answered tbe
tailor. "But why not ? asked r an
nelli. "Because, said the trembling
tailor, "I have a desire for my payment
in bnt one form. 1 know that that
which I desire is of inestimable value,
and reserved for moBarcba, but since 1
have tbe honor of working for one of
whom none speak bnt with enthnsiasm,
I wish no otber payment than that be
sing me one song." Farinelli strove in
vain to change his resolution and induce
him to receive tbe money. Tbe tailor
was immovable. At last the great artist
acceded to his request. Resolved that
the enthusiast should be fully gratified,
he exhibited before him all hia wonder
ous skill, after which the tailor, fairly
intoxicated with delight, prepared to
withdraw, bnt Farinelli stopped bim.
"I am very sensitive," said he, "and it
is possibly through that trait that 1
have attained my superiority over other
singers. I have acceded to your wishes
snd now yon must yield to mine in yonr
turn I" Saying which he drew ont his
purse and compelled tbe Astonished
tailor to receive nearly double the
worth of tbe garment.
There is no snch thing as luck. It's
a fancy name for being always at our
dnty, and o sure to be ready when the
good tune cornea.
TOrTHV C0Lr!l.
The Last Lallahjr.
iUnp. bshj. lcp !
The lnutl stid llie lAJA
Arm iht aim ;
Pnkp th soft haiitln like ruaebtMii on tbe bretat,
HUui Ui blue eyes la nweeteet. IlKUIa real ;
My bsby.aleep!
Sleep, hahr. flleep
St rudr. illaturtHiig tuun!
shall wallet he Dow :
Id the dear arm, that are tenderer than mine.
!ujer Um liaUow of a Love IiiTlue,
My baby, aleru !
Faank's Pass. Frank was a bright
little five-year old fellow, fnll of fun,
and anxious to make himself of conse
quence. Armed with a stick, he would
feel aa brave as a lion Among the hens
And chickens ; and, as they scudded
away from this dreadful creature, to
take shelter wherever they eonld find
it, he wonld aay to himself, "1 guess
they think I'm a giant ;" only he pro
nounced tbe word "zbiant." He would
even attack the old cock, and walk right
np to the big turkey gobbler.
But there was one animal which
caused Master Frank to quail in terror,
especially when alone, and after dark.
Do yon want to know what it was ? I
will tell yon. It was a mouse ! Yes, a
little brown mouse, with his bright
eyes, and pretty, tapering tail wonld
make our bold little boy tremble and
scream ; and, if he chanced to light on
several of these pretty creatures playing
together, yon would have supposed he
had rnn against a herd of buffaloes.
Very silly, wasn't it '
Now every night, on his way to bed,
Frank had to pass through a lonely
room, where rata and mice wonld some
times peep out of their holes, and
scamper over the floor, frightening him
sadly, aud causing him to clasp mam
ma's hand more tightly, aud hurry
along as fast ss possible.
But one night, when it came bed
time, mamma was sick np-stairs, and
no one was with Frank in the sittiug
room but papa, who was busy reading
bis newspaper. So the little boy was
told to march up stairs to bed aloue.
"O, papa I" said he, 'Tin afraid to."
"Afraid of what ?" said papa.
"Afraid of tbe rats and mice, papa,
in tbe big lumber-room."
"Ob, nonsense !" said papa ; "if
that's all, I'll soon fix yon out."
So papa took his writing materials,
and wrote this :
"To ALT, Tint RATS AND HICK IX THIS
hocsc, arreting : You are hereby
ordered to let my bttle boy Frank pass
sate through the lumber-room, and all
other rooms, at all times. This order
will stand good nntil countermanded.
Any rat or mouse disobeying will be
dealt with according to law. Witness
my hand and seal."
Then papa signed tbe paper, and
sealed it witb a big red seal, and gave
it to Frank, who thanked papa, kissed
him good-night, and trudged np stairs
without another word ; for lie had often
seen papa give passes to people who
wanted to go somewhere, or do some
thing, and he had a high opinion of hia
father's "passes."
So when be came to tbe door of tbe
lumber-room, be flnng it wide open,
and called ont, "Ho ! Misses rats and
mice, yon can't tonch me ; here's my
pass." And every night when be went
np to bed. he held ont with his pass to
the rats and mice; and none of them
ever did him any harm. Xurtery.
Tiip Mares.- It was a low tide when
we went to Bristol, And the great grey
rocks stood np bare and grim above
tbe water ; but high up, on all their
sides, was a black line that seemed
hardly dry, though it was far above tbe
water.
"What makes that black mark on tbe
rocks ?" I asked of my friend.
"Ob, that is tbe title mark," she re
plied. "Every day, when the tide
comes in, the water rises aud rises nntil
it reaches that line, and in many years
it has worn away tbe stone until the
mark is cut into the rock.
Ob. thought I , that is all is it ? Well
I bave seen a great many people carry
Hit? viark on their faces. Right in
front of me was a pretty little girl, with
delicate features, and pleasant blue
eyes. But she had some queer little
marks on her forehead, aud I wondered
how they came to be there ; until
presently the mother said :
"Draw down tbe blind, now, Carrie,
the sun shines right in tbe baby's face."
"I waut to look ont," aaid Carrie, in
a very peevish voice.
But her mother insisted, and Carrie
drew the blind, and tnrned her face way
from tbe window. Oh, dear me ! what
a face it was ! The bine eyes were fnll
of frowns instead of smiles, the pleasant
lips were drawn np in ngly pout, and
tbe queer marks ou the forehead bad
deejieued into actual trrinkUt.
"Poor little girl," 1 thought, "how
badly yon will feel when yon grow np,
to have yonr face marked all over witb
tbe tide marks of passion, for these evil
tempers leave their marks, just as
surely as the ocean does, and I have
seen many a face stamped so deeply
with self-will and covetonsness, that it
must carry the marks to the grave."
Take care, little folks 1 aud whenever
you give way to bad temper, remember
the "tide marks.'
Lifk. Live for something ! Yes,
and for something worthy of life and
its capabilities and opportunities for
noble deeds and Achievements. Every
man and every woman has his or ber
assignment in the duties and responsi
bilities uf daily life. We are in the
world to make tbe world better ; to lift
it np to higher levels of enjoyment and
Crogress, to make its hearts and homes
richter and happier by devoting to
our fellows our best thoughts, activities i
and influences. It is tbe motto of
every tme heart and the genius of every
noble life, that "no man liveth to him
s Ai" lives chiefly for his own selfish
good. It is A law of our intellectual
and moral being that we promote onr
own happiness in the exact proportion
we contribute to the comfort and en
joyment of others. Nothing worthy of
tbe name of happiness is possible in tbe
experience ot those who live only tor
themselves, all oblivious of the welfare
of their fellows.
Another Nnkmlltnte lor Slcaiu.
An invention is now on exhibition in
Liverpool by which oil or glycerine is
made to perform the function of steam
he thA asmA mAsna antilication of beat
which expands tbe oil placed
in small cylinders from which it
is claimed a pressure at 10,000 pounds
per square inch may be obtained with
out tbe danger of steam explosion,
which prevents using a pressure ot more
than 200 pounds to the square inch
generally. In this case an explosion
w in l.l rr.lv rrwck the cvlinder contain
ing the oil, it is claimed. The applica
tion of this process has been made to a
printing press, A punching And riveting
machine, which are on exhibition.
Fine business The police court
judge'.
TtKIKTIKS.
The mummies belonged to the first
families of Egypt.
Poor men snd hens are obliged to
scratch to get along in this world.
"Here's another donghmestio diffi
culty," said a Brooklyn woman aa she
fonnd her bread heavy.
Josh Billings says that in the beds
of many hotels "yon sleep some, but
roll over a good deal.'
"I am a broken man," sighed a dilap
idated author. "I should think so,
for I've seen your pieces," responded a
bystander.
An Ohio man has been snatched
from a drunkard's grave eighty-nine
times. Since tbe election he's been
going on as if he wanted to be snatched
some more.
"George, dear, don't yon think it is
rather extravagant of yea to eat butter
with that delicious jam ?" "No, love
economical ! Same piece of bread does
for both !"
"Oh ! I've loved before," aaid a De
troit woman to ber fourth husband, as
she took a handlful of hair from hia
head because he objected to hang ont
the week's washing.
A showman whose notice called for a
few fat boys to "feed his cannibals,"
received a card from a man saying that
he couldn't spare his boys, but he bad
a good "stall-fed mother-in-law" that
he thought would suit.
There is a farm house in Lochgoin,
Scotland, over tbe door of which is an
inscription bearing tbe date of 1178.
The present ocenpaut of the farm is
the 38th of hia name that has held the
farm the family having dwelt there
for 38 generations that is ever since
the 8th century.
An English enstom of "Afternoon
Tea" has been adopted in Paris, and
tbe bonr fixed at five p. m. Tea is not
served on a silver waiter by a servant,
bnt a neat little table or etagere stands
before each guest. On the top is a
place for a enp, and nnder the first
shelf is auotber for biscuits or sand
wiches. A Russian geographer Advances tbe
theory that the Pole is not a mathe
matical point, but a territory of consid
erable magnitude, 'this may be a
novel view to tne world at large, but
Russians for mauy years past bave
been in tbe habit of thinking of tbe
Poles only in connection with a certain
amount of territory.
Tbey have a good deal of wind in
Holland and the people make a good
deal of money out of it. There are
12.000 windmills in operation, each
doing a six or ten-horse power service,
through the twenty-four hours. These
mills are kept np at au annual cost of
$1,000,0)10. and tbey perform all tbe
service reqnired of steam engines at
one twentieth the cost.
A recent writer says .hat corpulency
is not a disease. Tbe founder of the
English Church was a fat man, Luther
was a corpulent ; Napolean L. though
his carriage was erect and soldierly,
ba t much adipose tissue about him ;
Byron was inclined to corpulency, as
were most of tbe literary worthies of
tbe Elizabeth era. H if corpulency is
a disease, it certainly has not a bad ef
fect on the brain.
A Detroit gentleman, walking behind
two school children the otber day,
heard tbe boy inquire, "Will yon he at
tbe party to-night ?" "I shall be there
auswered the miss, "bnt I may as well
tell you now that yonr love is hopeless ;
mamma is determined, father is sat,
aud it isn't right for me to euconrage
yonr attention. I can be a sister to
yon, but nothing more. Therefore
yon needn't bny me any valentine or
give me any more gum.
Friction impedes the progress of tbe
railway train, and yet it is only through
friction that it makes any progress.
This apparent paradox is explained
when we remember that by reason of
the frictional "bite" of the driver
upon the track they draw the train.
The bearings of the wheels upon the
rails are a mere line where they come
in contact, iron and iron, yet this slight
aud almost imperceptible bold is suffi
cient to move hundreds ot tons dead
weight with the speed of tbe wind.
A very good old book teaches us by
parable, that tbe man who hid bis
talent iu a napkin did not do well.
How will those merchants succeed who
bide their capital, their business and
themselves from all who do not, by
mere chance, enter their stores ? It ia
easy for a bnsiness man to speak ont
for himself in the newspaper ; and by
means of it he can speak regularly,
often, aud to the point. Why do so
many of ns hide our talents away in
stead of increasing them to tea talents,
which we are taught to look npon aa
tbe increase we should receive from
onr good gifts, if we pay them sufficient
respect and treat them properly.
In tbe days when rouge-et-nour flour
ished at Bailen Baden the Prussian of
ficers were strictly forbidden to play.
One of them, however, dressed as a ci
vilian, ventured to place 10 Napoleons
on a color. The color came np twice
and tbe officer was just about to take
up tbe money when his eye fell npon
the King of Prussia, who was watching
the game witb interest. In his fright,
the otl'rjer did not dare to remove his
Napoleons. Tbe play continued and
the same color came np a third, a
fonrth, a fifth time, and 3,200 franca
were added to bis pile, but tbe winner
stood motionless, erect as if on parade.
expecting tbe next instant to see all his
winnings wiped out. Tbe King put an
end to bis snppense by approaching
and saying in a kindly mood : I advise
yon to draw in your winnings and to
be quick about it, before 1 notice you ;
yonr lnck cannot continue so favora
ble." Tbe Sarannah Aitrertiner say that
after Sherman made his march to the
sea, all in tbe wide track of waste and
desolation that he made the tramp of
his footman and tbe iron feet of bn
cavalary there sprung up a new and
unknown grass from thsaoil, which the
farmers called tbe "Sherman clover."
It wonld grow np iu the most unex
pected places, and it is said wonld root
ont Bermuda grass ; and, as a strange
similarity, we now hear that after tbo
Franco-Prussian war of 1870 71, iu
many districts of France a new vegeta
tion sprang up, evidently the result of
the invasion. It was believed that
this vegetation wonld become acclima
tized, but very few of the species in
troduced in this way appear likely to
continue to fionnsb. In ine uepan
ments of Loir and Loir-et-Cber, of one
hundred and sixty-three German spe
cies, at least one-halt have already dis
appeared, and the surviving species
diminish in vigor each year. Scarcely
five or aix species appear to manifest
any tendency to become acclimatized.
Can any ot our naturalist account for
it?