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THE ADVEBTTSER
G. W. FAIBBROTHER & CO., Publishers.
BROWNVILLE,
NEBRASKA
HO.TTE.
WOMAN'S JOURNAL.
Paint me no picture, artist.
Of landscapes, birds or flowers;
Paint me no twilight scenes.of lore,
Nor grand nor massive towers.
Paint me no Alpine scenery,
Neither blue Italian skies,
But paint me, instead, I pray thee,
The blue of my father's eyes.
Paint me no saintly Iadonna3,
Paint me no womanly grace;
But paint me, oh ! paint me, artist,
The lines of my mother's face.
And paint, nay in New England,
Beneath the low drooping trees,
In shade of the murmuring forests,
In sound of the mountain breeze,
A low brick house, and humble,
And there right beside its door,
The sweet, old-fashioned white roses,
And the woodbine climbing o'er.
The door yard smooth and grassy,
The apple trees all in blow,
And the dear, quaint, wide old garden,
"With its seed beds In a row.
And paint it true, good artist,
All, paint ye it 6trictly true,
Put on the trees no brighter green,
On the flowers no deeper hue.
Sing me no songs, oh masters,
That ye find in time-worn books,
But sing me the songs everlasting,
Of the glad and joyous brooks.
And ripple them over the meadows,
Follow them under the hill,
Blend them with sighs of the pine tree
And the wild, wild wood-bird's trill.
And soften than, good master,
With the patter of the rain,
As it fell in days of childhood,
So soft on my window pane.
Then from the dim old forest,
Catch an echo deep and long,
To weave with thine other fancies,
Oh master, into my song!
And when the sun is sicking,
"Way beyond the purple hills,
And the iny6tic cloud of twilight,
My heart and memory fills,
I'll sing them o'er, good master,
While the stars their vim'ls keep,
Till I fall 'way in to dreamland.
And murmur them on In my sleep.
i i i
THE ANGEL OF SHILOH.
BT AX EX-AKMY SURGEON'.
"You found the tuvern full?"
The speaker was a handsome, intelli
gent looking gentleman, of perhaps 40
evidently a citizen of the village, and
resident of tl.c handsome but unpreten
tious dwelling-house in front of which
he was standing.
"Yes," I replied; "1 was too late by
half an hour, so the landlord informed
me."
"You shall be welcome here, if you
will accept of modest quarters and plain
fare."
The tone of voice, i o less thnn the
words uttered, assured me that the offer
of hospitality was sincere, and with a
greatful heart and a sinple expression of
thanks I passed through the gate and
clasped the extended hand of the man
who although I had not even known of
his existence till that minute, and who I
had every reason to suppose a foe to the
cause I represented a rebel to the gov
ernment whose uniform I wore,yet
in whom I recognized a friend and a
brother.
"You are very kind," I said, "more
kind :han you know, for I am not onlv
weary but ill, or I should not have
sought lodgings indoors while my com
rades were exposed to the privations of
camp life."
"1 am glad of the opportunity to of
fer hospitality to a professional broth
er," he responded, "for I know from
the letter on your hat band that vou are
a surgeon, and I am a physician This
would have been sufficient to have
prompted me to invito you in, but
something else, a sudden biituncxplnin
able impulse, which I could not resist,
impelled me to it."
By this time I had been led into the
iamuy room a most cheerful room. A
beechwood Gre blazed and glowed upon
the hearth; a bright carpet with warm
colors covered the room; an old fash
ioned mahogany sideboard stood to the
left, and a bureau of the same rich wood
faced it on the other side of the room,
and in one cornar a clock of "ve olden
time," and known by the title of wall
sweeper, counted off the seconds with
stately precision, and sounded the knell
of the dving hours in the solemn mono
tone. Easy-chairs stood back against
the farther wall like sentries on an inner
picket line, while the others were
grouped about the 'cheerful fire, and
these, as we entered were occupied bj'
persons whose faces I could never have
forgotten had I seen them but for a mo
ment, and which are now photographed
upon my heart forever and aye. There
were three persons,in this group, a ven
erable old gentleman, a white-haired,
matronly and kindly-faced old lady, and
a golden-haired, blue-eyed young lady
father, mother and daughter0 of my
friendly host, Dr. Jewell.
There is something in a name, else
how should these people be so appropri
ately named? I wondered and pon
dered the more when I learned that the
brightest and richest snd rxreat gem in
the group had the bassiiM name of
Lilian.
I beg the reader's piidca I have not;
torn mm or ner, as tno ctsaaaay be, who
I am, or when, how or where all this
happened.
My name is Alden; a lineal descend
ant I am from John andPriscilla Alden,
whose romantic history you have doubt
less read in poetry if not in prose. My
ancestors had gone west almost a centu
ry ago, hence those provincial prejudices
so characteristic of those descendants of
the Mayflower part' who still cling to
ine crags oi jriymoum rocK naa been
lost in the broad and fertile valleys of
the Ohio, or they had wandered off and
found a flower-bespangled grave on the
boundless prairies of Illinois. At an'
rate they found no place in my heart.
The time of which I write was Janua
ry, 1862. Place, southwestern Ken
" tueky. Grant's army was making a
granu reconnoissance m iorce, witn a
view to feeling of the enemy before
making an attack upon FortDonaldson.
A cold pitiless rain had pelted us all
day and was still pouring down upon
soldiers and officers alike. When the
village of B came in view, at 4 o'clock
n the afternoon, I had trudged through
the mud and waded swollen streams
from early morn, having surrendered
my horse to a sick soldier of the brigade
to which I was attached, and was, there
fore, worn and weary, and almost ill.
Immediately after the order had been
passed along the line to halt and pitch
tents for the night, a large number of
officers galloped on to the village and
sought shelter beneath the roof of the
hotel it contained. It had been mv
purpose to get a hot supper and dry bed
also, but my professional duties detained
me for sometime, and when I reached
the door of the inn was informed that
not only all the beds, but every square
foot of the parlor and sitting-room floors
had been pre-empted.
It was while sadly wending my way
back to camp that I had the rare good
fortune, or fate, to attract the attention
of Di. Jewell. My boots were covered
with mud, my clothes dripping with
water, and I felt as if chilled to the mar
row of mv bones and the center of mv
heart. It took but a brief time to
warm me, however, for the elements of
warmth were abundant. At his request
I followed the doctor into bis chamber
and donned a suit of his clothes, while
he sent my own by a colored boy to the
kitchen to be dried. Returning to the
parlor, I observed a large bowl o? steam
ing punch, flanked by goblets, upon a
table which had been drawn up near the
lire, and by which an easy chair had
been placed. The family arose as the
doctor and I advanced, and the old
gentleman delivered a brief but very
eloquent temperance speech. He said:
"You northerners have peculiar no
tions about the use of liquor, at least
some of you have. I have been told
that in some places it is an insult to a
guest to offer him a glass of hot punch.
We southerners think differently. With
us it is an act of hospitality to invite
our friends, and even strangers, to join
us in a social glass. I do not know
what your views are, but, believing thai
punch is a good medicine for a man
who ha3 been drenched by a cold rain,
I ordered some prepared, and hope you
will join us in a glass before supper.
But if you have any conscientious scru
ples in the matter, we shall respect
them, and at once send the bowl from
the room."
"I have no such scruples," I respond
ed. "It is the abuse and not the proper
use of stimulants that forms the basis
of my temperance creed, and there are
times when brandy is a blessing, and
this is one of the times. I shAl
join
you most heartily."
At the close of my speech the old
gentleman gave place to his wife, who
advanced and filled the goblets to the
brim, while Lilian handed them around.
When each of the gentlemen had been
supplied with full and foaming beakers,
and the ladies with smaller ones, only
part full, the father said to the son,
"Give a toast, Walter one suited to the
occasion."
The doctor complied by saying:
"May the acquaintance " begun to
night ripen iuto a friendship before
which all sectional and political preju
dices shall dissolve and disappear; and
may that friendship live and. flourish in
the hearts of all present when this cruel
war shall exist only as a sad and sorrow
ful reminiscence."
"I most heartily indorse the senti
ment you have so beautifully express
ed," 1 responded, "and beg leave to
quote from a Northland poet in reply:
May the song birds of peace soon revisit our
glades,
And our children clasp hands where their fath
ers crossed blades."
A reverend and fervent amen burst
from the lips of the old gentleman as
he touched my glass with his and raised
it to his lips; tears rolled down the fur
rowed features of the good wife, and
tears stood in the blue eyes of the beau
tiful Lilian, and the long silken lashes
that curtained those heavenly orbs
drooped and quivered like the dew
laden willow fringe that hides from
sight the crystal waters of a spring in
the valley of Eden the Eden of my
childhood.
Supper being announced at this mo
ment, the old folks led the way, and the
doctor, taking my arm, followed them
into a large cld-fashioned room, which
served as both kitchen and dining room.
It was a most cheerful and home like
place; the table, which stood in the cen
tre of the uncarpeted floor, presented a
neat, inviting appearance to a soldier
who had been on short rations for some
days, and who had eaten nothing for
twelve hours. Ham and eggs, and de
licious corn cakes, done to a turn, with
sweet country butter, and coffee with
real cream, constituted the bill of fare.
It was ample and I did full justice to it.
The evening hours flew rapidly past
on downy wings of friendly converse,
till the old clock in the corner announced
the hour of 11, when the thoughtful
mother mildly suggested that the major
was doubtless tired and would like to
retire. I disclaimed any thought of
weariness, and indeed I uttered but the
simple truth in saying that I had not
been so entirely refreshed for weeks. It
is passing strange what power there is
in good-fellowship to restore the wasted
energies of the body as well as the
spirit. So we sat another a brief, a
delicious hour and then the good
nights were said, and I retired to sleep
and dream: The blue-eved Lilian
formed the web, and horrid battle-scenes
the woof of my visions. The beautiful
girl had hardly uttered a dozen words
during the evening, but she had been
a most eloquent auditor. She had sat
almost directly opposite me, and my
eyes rested upon her face as I addressed
other members of the group, and they
did not fail at any time to meet a sym
pathetic response'from her heaven-tinted
orbs; nor was there the least embarrass
ment in this, for her countenance bore
such a perfect expression of innocent
interest as to reveal a spirit at once mod
est and pure as an angel.
In my dream a bloody battle was rag
ing. My ears were filled with the boom
of cannon, the crash of small arms, the
scream of shell, and the shrieks and
groans of dvinjj men. The scene
changed. I wandered over the fields of
carnage. The dead were thick about me.
A groan reached my ear, and I bent my
steps in the direction whence the sound
came. A soldier in gray uniform, with
a lieutenant's strap upon his shoulders,
lay upon the ground, with his head rest
ing upon the lap of a woman. I said,
"If I can be of any service, please com
mand." A pair of blue eyes were lifted
toward my face, and a voice, sad but
musical said, "Oh! I am so glad
it is you; you are a surgeon as well as
a friend, and my brother is dangerous
ly wounded." Those eyes, that voice:
could I be mistaken? No. it was Lilian.
and the wounded young officer was her
brother, What joy, what happiness to
be able to serve her; aye, perhaps save
the life of her brother the son of my
friend.
A rap on my chamber door dispelled
the vision, and the pleasant greeting of
Dr. Jewell restored me to my normal
state. But my dreams lemained as a
vivid memory of a startling reality. 1
coum not out oeneve tnat. it was a pre
sentiment and, although I kept it locked
in ray heart as a sai, though cherished
secret, I resolved to ask Lilian for a
picture of her brother which she had
shown me the evening before. So, jus
as I was on the point of leaving. I said,
"Aiiss Lilian, i wisn you would give
me a photograph of your brother. It is
possible I may meet him, and if Ishould
it would prove my passportto hisfriend-
ship." "1 will," she replied, "for you
maybe of service to him, and I know
you would do him a kindness, if you
could." "Most gladly would I. both
for his own sake and as a reward, in
part, for the great kindness that I ex
perienced at the generous house of his
fan ilv."
The young lieutenant's handsome face
bore a striking likeness to that of his
sister, and for that I prized it and cher
ished it I wore it constantly in an
inner pocket of my vest. The stirring
scenes intervening dimmed somewhat
the memories of my vision as time
passed, but could not blot it from my
mind.
The battle of Shiloh had been fought,
and during the whole of it my mind
reverted to the dream. It seemed but a
repetition of a tragedy of which I had
witnessed the rehearsal. Impelled by
some strange impulse I could not risist,
I wandered out upon the battlefield at
midnight Every spot seemed familiar.
Thv dead faces were those that I had
seen in my dream. A groan aye, the
same groan I had heard on that ever
memorable night of January, 1862. I
hurried to the side of the poor fellow
from whose agonized lips it came. He
was prone upon the cold earth, with his
head resting upon his left arm, while
with his right hand he was striving to
check the flow of blood from a gunshot
wound in his left breast
A glance told me I had found fhe son
of my friend the brother of Lilian.
Fortunately, I had with me the means
of stopping the flow of the blood; also a
canteen of water and a flask of brandy.
No word was spoken until I had done
all that could be done at once, when,
with a faint voice and difficult articula
tion, he said: "You have saved my life,
and I thank you."
"You owe me no thanks, lieutenant;
I should be an ingrate, did I not serve,
to the utmost of my ability, the son of
my friend, Dr. Jewell, the brother of his
precious daughter, Lilian."
"Is this a dream? How where did
you know my father and sister?"
"Be calm, my near friend; I will
gladly tell you all, but not now.
Enough that I have found you and serve
you."
In my arms I bore the wounded offi
cer to my tent, and vigilantly did I
watch by his side until morning came.
He had lost much blood and his wound
was painful, but not especially danger
ous; hence he recovered rapidly, and
within a month he was well again. In
the meantime I had told him the story
of my impromptu visit to his old Ken
tucky home and the generous hospitali
ty I had met with there. I showed him
the photo of himself given me by his
sister, and the marvelous dream which
had prompted me to ask for the picture
was rehearsed: "Doctor," he said, as I
closed my story, "I don't think I am
superstitious, but I believe your dream
was a presentiment given you by my
angel mother. It was she, and not my
sister, you saw holding my head on her
lap. Lilian is marvelously like her
mother, and could readily 'have been
mistaken for her."
"At least, in a dream," I added,
pleasantly.
"Yes, or by moonlight, in the waking
hours. But please don't try to break
my faith in the reality of that vision of
yours. It has come true almost to the
last particular."
"It has," I responded, "and I believe
in its reality as firmly as you can."
I told the story to Gen. M., and it
softened his heart so greatly that when
I asked permission to take my friend to
his home, it was readily granted.
The reader may be safely left to pic
ture to himself the joyful meeting of
the long-absent son with his loving
grandparents, father and sister, and the
expressions of gratitude and friendship
showered upon my humble self.
My leave of absence was for thirty
days. I spent a fortnight of it with my
Kentucky friends and when I departed
I carried with me two miniature por
traits. One .of them had golden hair,
and eyes of heaven's own blue, and lips
that rivaled the ripening pomegranate,
and cheeks like the sunny side of a lus
cious peach. Nor was that all I had to
gladden my bachelor heart. The orig
inal of the picture had. said that "when
this cruel war should be over I might
come again, and then she would gladly
go with me to my northern home as my
wife."
I have only to add that she is looking
over my shoulder as I write, and trying
to convince me tnat the public (mean
ing you, dear reader) will laugh at me
for beiner so sillv as to tell how I was
captured by a rebel girl, and at her for
being so easily converted from her se
cesh sentiments to unwavering loyalty
to the union.
Railroading in Winter.
From the New York Sun.
During the recent cold weather the
traveling public has been loud in its
complaints about the delay of trains on
the railroads. Even when there was no
obstruction of the tracks by snow or
otherwise it has been remarked that the
trains are uniformly run at such a slow
pace as to try the patience of pasoengers.
If travelers who are thus annoyed knew
the reason of this caution and they
can sometimes learn it from a quiet talk
with the conductor they would cease
their grumbling about the delay. The
truth is that railroad employes are far
more apprehensive of accidents during
cold weather than the traveling public.
They know the number of broken rails
and broken wheels that are daily occur
ring on the best built and best managed
rauroads, but which are carefully con
cealed from the traveling public. They
may not be able to fully explain the
action of extreme cold weather upon
the tracks, wheels and running gear of
railroads, but they know the fact and
appreciate the danger of high speed
when the thermometer is thirty or forty
degrees below the freezing point It is
a fact, which inquiry at the p: oper
source of information will establish,that
there have been more broken rails,
broken wheels and connecting-rods on
the railroads of the northern states dur
ing the last six weeks than have oc
curred during jhe summer months dur
ing the last hve years. The only won
der is that there have not been more
serious accidents a fact that may be
attributed to the caution which comes
from knowledge, and which should re
ceive the commendations instead of the
complaints of travelers.
An ImDortant Corporal.
It is related that during the American
revolution the corporal of a little com-
Eany was giving orders to those under
im relative to a piece of timber, which
they were endeavoring to raise up to the
top of some military works they were
repairing.
The timber went up with difficulty,
and on this account the voice of the little
great man was often heard in regular
vociferations of "Heave awav! There
she goes! Heave ho!"
An officer, not in military costume,
was passing, and asked the non-commissioned
officer why he did not take
hold and render a little aid!
The latter, astonished, turning round
with all the pomp of an emperor, said :
"Sir, I am a corporal!"
"You are, are you?" replied the offi
cer; "1 was not aware of that," and
taking off his hat and bowing; the officer
said, "I ask your pardon, Mr. Corpo
ral," and then dismounted and lifted till
the perspiration stood in drops on his
forehead.
When the work was finished, turning
to the corporal, he said: "Mr. Corpo
ral, when you have another such job and
have not men enough, send for your
commander-in-chief, and I will come and
help you a second time."
The corporal was thunderstruck! It
was none other than Washington who
thus addressed him.
A watchmaker of Copenhagen has
constructed a clock that needs no wind
ing up." It is kept going constantly by
means of an electric current, that oper
ates on the spring and maintains an un
varying and permanent state of tension.
Attention to the electric battery once or
twice a year is all that is necessary to
keep the" clock in motion for an indefi
nite time.
Virtue is the universal charm; even
its shadow is courted when substance is
wanted.
Many a youth has ruined himself by
forgetting his identity and trying to be
somebody else.
Thibtv-fouk years of constantly in
creasing use have established a reputa
tion for Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup second
to no similar preparation. It relieves
instantly and cures all Coughs, Colds,
etc
WHO KILLED GEN. CUSTER.
Rain-in-the-Face Declaring that He did It, and
is Glad of It.
The Milwaukee Sentinel has received
the following from a special correspond
ent at Miles City, Montana:
"I witnessed an accident to-day which
brought to mind the events of the cam-
fiaign which was opened against the
ndians in Montana by Gen. Terry on
June 21, 1876, and which culminated in
the death of Gen. Custer and the anni
hilation of his band on the 25th. While
the command of Gen. Terry was at the
mouth of the Rosebud river, in June,
1876, it was decided, after a consulta
tion, that Gen. Custer should move up
the Rosebud until he came into an In
dian trail discovered by Maj. Reno a
few days previous. His instructions
were to take with him his entire regi
ment and on striking the trail he was
to leave his scouts to follow it, it being
supposed to lead to the Little Big Horn,
while with his engineers he should make
a detour to the south, regulating the
distance so as to reach the Little Big
Horn at the same time and form a junc
tion with Gen. Gibbon. This would also
prevent the Indians from slipping in be
tween him and the mountains. Gen.
Custer refused to take Gibbon's caTalry
or a battery of gattling guns with him,
which he was urged to do, he preferring
to depend on his own regiment. After
following the Rosebud for twenty miles,
he found the trail, and, instead of car
rying out his instructions, he followed
the trail until he came to the Little Big
Horn and found a large Indian village.
Taking five companies of 815 men and
fifteen officers, he attempted to enter
the village lower down, while Major
Reno, with three companies, was to
charge up the valley from the point
where the trail entered the village. The
result was that General Custer was
overpowered and his command annihi
lated, while Major Reno was forced on
to a side hill and besieged by the In
dians, until he was relieved by General
Gibbon's troops. The Indians fled from
the valley on their approach, and it was
not until then that the fate of General
Custer was fully known. From that day
to this there has been a sort of mystery
hanging over the tragedy of the Little
Big Horn. Not a man of General Ous
ters .band escaped to tell the story of its
fate, and the historian had no other
source from which to fill the page than
the horrible imaginings which clustered
around the dead and mutilated bodies
of the gallant commander and his
troops.
"While I was in the merchandising
house of Mr. J. J. Graham, at Fort
Keogh, three Indian chiefs Rain-in-the-face,
Two-roads and Spotted Eagle
who surrendered to General Miles last
spring, came in, as was their custom,
to converse with Mr. Wm. Courtney,
the chief clerk and interpreter of the es
tablishment Mr. Courtney was read
ing Whittaker's 'Life of Custer,' and in
turning the leaves of the book one of the
Indians caught sight of his own picture,
which he immediately recognized. They
then took the volume from Mr. Court
ney and found all their portraits, but
exhibited little emotion of pleasure or
otherwise until one of them turned a
page and the picture of General Custer
was revealed. At this Rain-in-tbe-face
became greatly excited, going through
with all the gyrations of the war dance,
and giving the Sioux war-whoop at the
top of his voice. After he was through
with his wild demonstration, but stdl
exhibiting the greatest anger, he struck
the picture with his hand, and with a
demoniacal sneer on his face, said in the
Sioux tongue:
" I killed him. I made many holes
in him. He once took my liberty; I took
his life.'
"On being told by a bystander that
Tom Custer was still living, Rain-in-the-face
became very violent, and hissed be
tween his teeth: 'Your tongue is
forked,' which is the Sioux figure for
'you lie.' Continuing he said:
" 'I visited his body after the Jaattle.
I cut him open. I am glad I killed him.
He was bad to my people. He killed
many warriors.' "
RELIGIOUS THOUGHTS.
The worst enemies of Christianity are
not its open foes, but its weak and cow
ardly friends.
Open your heart; open it without
measure, that God and his love may en
ter without measure.
You may depend upon it that enthu
siasm is a liberal education for a Chris
tian; I mean nothing makes a man so
quick-sighted and intelligent in the ser
vice of God as enthusiasm.
A life consecrated to Christ is not a
life separated from the world's joys and
sorrows, but a life lifted above these
and fixed upon a hope which the happi
ness or gnei oi lite cannot snase or
even touch.
Truth is the nursing mother of gen
ius. No man can be absolutely true to
himself, chewing cant, compromise,
servile intimation and complaisance,
without becoming original; for there is
in every creature a fountain of life
which, if not choked back with stones
and other rubbish, will create a fresh at
mosphere and bring to life fresh beauty.
Jesus is peculiarly tender to the bro
ken hearted and those whom tempta
tions and afflictions have almost crush
ed, like the bruised reed, and will by no
means break them. He encourages the
first beginnings of holy desires in the
young convert, and revives the almost
expiring spark in the baffled and back
sliding believer; though it be only as
the oflensive smoke from the stalks of
the flax when it does not break forth
into a flame. We should learn to copy
ms example.
Long years ago a fern leaf grew in a
deep valley. No eye ever saw its beau
ty, ana it fell at last into the earth, and
sank away, and was lost. Surely, no
record ever was made of its life and
story. But the other day a man of sci
ence, with hammer in hand, was peer
ing into the mysteries of nature, and
breaking a rock, there lay, in perfect
outline, the whole delicate traces of the
little fern leaf. After lying thousands
of years in the darkness, lost and for
gotten, it came forth to be looked at by
admiring eyes. In like manner obscure
lives drop away and are forgotten, but
in like manner, also, will they reappear.
No smallest deed done for Christ shall
be forgotten.
Care of the Ear.
Scientific American.
Only the softest material and geutlest
pressure should be used in cleaning the
ear. In a recent clinical lecture Dr.
Wilson gives in popular form, some
very useful and practical information
touching the removal of ear v. ax. If
the ticking of a watch can be heard at
the distance of twenty-eight in -he ? the
hearing is good. Each ear should be
tested separately. Noises in the head,
sometimes ringing, frequently are due
to hardened wax in the ear. Sudden
deafness is sometimes caused as follows:
I A small mass of wax from ill health or
tncleanliness, becomes hard. A con
tinued secretion of wax then blocks up
the ear tube still more. An injudicious
attempt is then made to remove the
wax, introducing, perhaps, a match and
a pinhead, or penholder, which instead
of removing, pushes down the wax and
packs it against the tympanum; or by
sudden draught, or the act of swallow
ing the wax is suddenly pressed upon
the membrane, and loss of hearing im
mediately results because the membrane
can no longer vibrate. The removal of
the wax is in some cases, especially
those of long standing, somewhat diffi
cult, but with gentle treatment and pa-
adv.
tience may be finally accomplished and
the hearing fully restored. The best
means for removing wax, when not bad
ly compacted, are half a drachm of so
dium carbonate, dissolved in an ounce
of water, applied lightly, by means of a
bit of absorbient cotton or sponge at
tached to a suitable handle. When the
wax is much compacted it may be soft
ened by means of water, quite warm,
and a syrinre.
The Course of True Love.
She came tripping from the caurch
door, her face flushed with emotion by
the just uttered discourse, and her eyes
bright with loving expectation. He
shivered on the curbstone, where for an
hour he had shivered impatiently, with
a burning heart palpitating in his throat,
and frozen fingers in his pockets. They
linked arms and started for the residence
of her parents.
After a few moments' hesitating si
lence, he said:
"Jane, we have known each other
long. You must know how I feel. You
must have seen that clear down at the
bottom Oh, Moses!"
He had slipped down on the ice with
so much force that his spine was driven
up into his hat, and his hat was tipped
over his nose, but she was a tender
hearted girl. She did notlaugh, but she
carefully Helped him to his feet, and
said:
"You were saying, John, when you
slipped, .that the foundation Oh, good
ness!" She slipped herself that time and saw
little stars come down to dance before her
eyes but he pulled her up in haste, and
went on:
"Yes; just as I said, clear down at the
bottom of my heart is a fervent love, on
which I build my hope. That love has
helped me to stand and face thunder!"
He was down again, but scrambled up
before she could stoop to help him, and
she said breathlessly:
"Yes, yes, John. You remaraber you
just said a love that helped you stand
and face thunder. And that you found
ed your hopes on this pesky ice!"
There she sat John grasped the
loose part of her sacque Dctween the
shoulders and raised her to her feet, as
one would raise a kitten from a pail of
water by the slack of the neck. Then he
said, with increased earnestness:
"Of course, darling, and I have longed
for an opportunity to tell my love, and
to hear those whispers whoop!"
Somehow John's feet had slipped
from under him, and he came down like
a capital V, with his head and feet point
ing skyward. She twined her taper
fingers in his curling locks and raised
him to the stature of a man, ?ct his hat
firmly over his eyes with both hands,
and cried in breathless haste:
"I understand, aud let me assure you,
John, that if it is in my power to lighten
your cares and make brighter your
journey through life to Jerusalem!"
"Oh, my precious! And thus it shall
be my lifelong pleasure to lift you from
the rude asualts of earth and surround
you with the loving atmosphere of
Texas!"
And there they both sat down togeth
er. They had nearly reached the gate,
and hand in hand, and with the bliss of
young love's first confession, they crept
along" on their knees up the front door
steps, and were soon forgetful of their
bumps on the softest cushions of the
parlor sofa.
He Knew She Did.
As the morning train over the Detroit,
Lansing and Northern pulled up at
Howell the other day, a nice-looking
old grandma got aboard with her satch
el and settled down for a comfortable
ride. A Detroiter was of some assistance
to her in getting seated, and he present
ly asked:
"Going on a visit?"
"Yes, I'm going down to Plymouth
to see my darter," she answered.
"They've writ and writ for me to come,
but I thought I should never get
started."
. "Left the old man at home, I sup
pose." "Yes, William thought he'd better
stay and see to the things at home."
"Did you have plenty of time to get
ready?"
"Oh, yes. I've been gettin' ready for
two weeks?"
"Sure you didn't forget anything?"
"I know I didn't, I packed things
up one at a time, and I know they are
all here."
"And you left everything all right
around the house?"
"Yes."
"Your old man knows where to find
t.lift tpfi nml snomr nnfl unit; rlnps TnP"
"Yes. I took him through the but
tery the very last thing and pinted out
tn him whore fivervthincr was."
. j 0 ..
"Wen, now," continued the mn. I'm
"Mercy on me! but what do you
mean?" she gasped.
"Did you bring along your specta;
cles?"
"Yes here they are."
"Did you hang up a clean towel for
him?"
"Yes."
"And put the dish cloth where he can
find it?"
"Yes."
"And rolled up his night shirt and put
it under his pillow?"
Yes
"And was everything all right about
the cook-stove?"
"Marcy! marcy on me! Stop these
kyars this blessed minute!" she ex
claimod. as she tried to reach her feet. "I
just remember now that I puttheknives
and forks in the oven to dry out and
shut the door on 'em! He'll never
think to look in there, and he'll build
up a big fire and roast every handle off
before 1 git to Plymouth."
The Bright Side.
Look on the bright side. It is the
right side. The times may be hard,
but it will make them no easier to wear
a gloom' and sad countenance. It is
the sunshine and not the cloud that
eives beauty to the flower. There is
always before or around us that which
should cheer and fill the heart with
warmth and gladness. The sky is blue
ten times where it is black once. You
have troubles, it may be. So have oth
ers. None are free from them and
perhaps it is well that none should be.
They give sinew and tone to life forti
tude and courage to man. Ihat would
be a dull sea, and the sailor would nev
er acquire skill, where there is nothing
to disturb its surface. It is the duty of
every one to extract all the happiness
and enjoyment he can from within and
without him; and above all, he should
look on the bright side. What though
things do look a litlie dark? The lane
will nave a turning, and the night will
pud in broad day. In the lone: run the
great balance right itself. What ap
pears ill will become well that which
appears wrong;, right; for "we know
that all things work together for good
to them that love God."
A stranger in Galveston asked an old
resident how malarial fever could bo dis
tinguished from yellow fever. "As a
general thing," was the reply, "you
can't tell till you have tried it If you
ain't alive, then it is most likely yellow
fever."
They eat monkey-cutlcta in Brazil.
It Acts Sare and Safe.
The celebrated remedy Kidney-Wort can
now be obtained In the usual dry vegetable
form, or In liquid form. It Is put up in the
latter way for the especial convenience of
those who cannot readily prepare it. It
irill be found very concentrated and will
act with equal efficiency In either case. See
CONCERNING BEDROOMS.
Their Proper Ventilation and the Effect Upon
Their Occupants.
Sophy WInthrop In the Chrlitlan Union.
A physician was lately called to pre
scribe for a young lady who lives in
one of the most charming villas of Lar
nedville. "Nothing was the matter with her,"
jhe declared, "nothing but terrible head
aches." Every morning she waked
with a headache, and it Tasted nearly
half the day. It had been going on for
months ever since they moved into
their new house. The doctor tried all
the old remedies and they all failel.
Riding and archery were faithfully test
ed, study and practice were cheerfully
given up. Nothing did any good.
Will you let me see your bedroom?"
asked the doctor one day, and he was
shown up into the prettiest little nest
imaginable.
Nothing wrong about the ventilation.
The windows were high and broad and
were left open every night, the patient
said. The bed stood in one corner
against the wall
"How do you sleep?" says thedoc
tor. "On my right side, at the back of the
bed, with my face to the wall. Lou.
likes the frontbest"
"The dickens she does!" says the doc
tor. "So do I. Will you do me the fa
vor to wheel that bed into the middle of
the room and sleep so for a week and
then let me know about the headache?"
Doctors are so absurd! The middle
of the room, indeed! And there were
the windows on one side, and the two
doors on the two other sides, and the
mantle with its Macrame lambrequin on
the fourth side. There was no place for
the bed but just where it stood in the
corner.
Never mind! Sacrifice your lambre
quin," urged the doctor "just for a
week, you know."
The lambrequin was sacrificed, the
bed moved where it had fresh air on
both sides, and the headaches disap
peared. It may be only an exceptionally deli
cate system that would be reduced to
actual headache by breathing all night
the reflected air from a wall. Yet pos
sibly some of the morning dullness we
know of may be traceable to a like
cause. At any rate, plenty of breathing
space around a bed can only be an ad
vantage to everybody.
In visiting three or four newly built
and handsome houses recently, the lack
of a good place for the bed was the
mo3t striking feature of the bedrooms.
Some of these rooms were finished in
shining mahogany, ebony or walnut.
Some were hung with rich modern tap
estry. All were eleganr and a few were
airy. But in the most of the best of
them, where was the bed to stand? A
bay window, perhaps, would occupy the
middle of one side, another window an
other, a door another, a mantelpiece another.
The English Bar.
Richard Grant (Vntte In March Atlantic.
It is a characteristic distinction that
at the Inns of Court men are "called to
the bar" after a certain probation, while
in the United States they are, upon ex
amination, "admitted to practice" in the
courts. The former mode is a volunta
ry act of grace by which the benchers
ask a man to become one of their fra
ternity; the latter is in the nature of the
recognition of a right upon the fulfill
ment of certain conditions. A barris
ter's profession in England is nominally
of an honorary character, and his fee is
an honorarium, which cannot be sued
for at law as an attorney's, costs may.
Practically, however, a barrister's ser
vices of course are paid for like any
other professional services, and the
professional incomes of many successful
English barristers are very large. Law
is the noblest of all professions "in Eng
land. It takes men into parliament; it
makes them peers and lord chancellors.
1 did not have the good fortune of seeing
any of the great courts in session, for
my visit was in the long vacation; but I
saw a criminal cause tried in one of the
minor courts inLiverpool,and was much
interested in the proceedings. First of
all, I was struck by the costume of the
judge and the barristers, whose wigs
and gowns gave them an air of dignity
and authority well suited to their func
tions and not without its practical value.
The wigs, indeed, did seem somewhat
ridiculous, because of their absurd like
ness and unlikeness to the natural cov
ering of the head. The judge's wig was
the least grotesque. It was quite like
the large oob wig worn by all gentle
men in the latter part of the last cent
ury, much like that, for example,
represented in Dr. Johnson's portraits.
But the barrister's wig is certainly the
queerest covering that was ever put
upon a human head. The gown gives
dignity to the figure and grace to the
action; but I found it difficult to look
at the wigs without laughing. Behind
and at the sides there hang four little
formal, isolated curls in double rows, so
unlike anything human, and yet so
plainly an imitation of curled and pow
dered human hair, that they would seem
like caricature, if they did not, in their
bald artificiality, pass all bounds of car
icature. I spoke of their absurdity to a
friend who was at the bar, and said
that, while the gown seemed worthy of
reverence and admiration, I wondered
why the ridiculous little wigs were not
aiscarciea. "Jjiscaru wiersi" was
it"
his
reply. "Why, we couldn't get on with
out them. I couldn't try a cause with
out mv wig. I should feel as if I had
no right in court; as if the judge would
be justified in taking no notice of me;
and as if the witnesses had me at their
mercy, instead of me having them at
mine. I shouldn't dare to cross-question
a witness without my wig." "In
other words," I said, "your wig gives
you an authoritative position which en
ables you to bamboozle a witness."
'Why, yes," he answered, smiling,
"that's pretty much it, if you choose to
put it so."
At Home Now.
"Why, how do you keep your plants
looking so well?" asked a lady at whose
house she was visiting. "You seem
not to be troubled with parasites or
plant lice, while mine are covered with
them. How do you keep them away?"
"Well, I don't know: I don't pay any
particular attention to them; I rather
attribute their absence to the fact that
this is George'e favorite place to sit and
enjoy his pipe in the evening; I think
the smoke kills the vermin."
"But good heavens," exclained the
visitor in astonishment, "you surely
don't allow your husband to smoke in
the sitting roon?"
"I don t know as there is any 'allow
ing' about it," quietly responded the
hostess. "It was George's money that
furnished the room, and I don'tsee why
he should not have a right to use it it
he chooses to smoke here, I see no rea
son to find fault"
"But what do people who come in for
an evening call say to find the room full
of tobacco smoke? A great many peo
ple can't bear the smell of it, you
know."
"Well, if they don't like it, they
needn't come," answered the independ
ent litte housekeeper. "George and I
fitted up this room for our own comfort,
and I should rather a hundred fold have
him sit here in the evening and smoke,
than be forced like some husbands I
know of, to go to the tavern or grocery
store to enjoy the pipe which they feel
they need almost as much as they do
their meals. I have his company, and
he is contented, which repays me for
any sacrifice I may make in the matter.
Perhaps I may be a little radical, but I
believe husbands have some rights in
the;home circle which wives ought to
respect My husband can enjoy his pipe
and his paper here, and I am repaid by
having the parasites kept from my
Elants, and also by the knowledge that
e is not exposed to the temptation to
indulge in something stronger at the
tavern, or the saloon."
"There is a good deal of truth in
what you say. I never looked at it in
that light before," answered the visitor.
And then she added: "I think Til try
your experiment Sam ha3 got a habit
of spending his evenings out. He lights
his pipe after supper, starts out, and
does not return before 10 o'clock. He
never offers to smoke in the house, hav
ing heard me say that I abhor the habit
To-night Til astonish him by inviting
him into the sitting room and offering
him a cigar." And the lady took her
leave with the light of a new revelation
upon ner face.
That night, Sam's partners waited for
him to take his regular hand at "High,
Low, Jack," but waited in vain. Sam
spends his evenings at home now.
Lost Children.
When we speak of our little ones who
have been called away from our earthly
homes to the better land, why do we
say, "the children we have lost?" In
variably do we hear the little ones,
whose vacant chairs stand around our
fireside, spoken of a3 lost children.
Rather should we say, our rescued little
ones our saved darlings. Have they
not been called within the pearly gate,
where sin, pain, sorrow and death never
come? Their tiny feet can never stray
outside of the golden city. The chil
dren who are left us may wander into
paths of temptation and sorrow they
may occasion many hours of anxiety and
many tears, but the little children who
have been gathered in among the re
deemed ones, who left us in their purity
and innocence, will always be pure no
taint of sin will tarnish their infant
souls.
When the darkness gathers around us
at night, and we tremble for the boys
who are outside of the home walls, lia
ble to all the temptations that the cover
of night throws about them, we need
have no fear for the loved children who
have been rescued from a world of sin.
There is no night in that bright land
where they dwell always "bright, eter
nal noon." The angel feet of our chil
dren above will not stray outside the
gates of purity and happiness. Our
children who have gone to heaven never
grow old. Leigh Hunt says, with truth,
that those who have lost an infant are
never without an infant child. They
are the persons, who. in one sense, re
tain it always.
Our children who are left to us on
earth grow up; they suffer all the chang
es of mortality. They leave the paren
tal roof, scatter in different parts of the
world, and the children never come
ba-k to us again. But the father and
mother, when age has crept over them,
know that for them the little one who
went to heaven so long ago, are chil
dren still; that the time is not far off
when they shall meet the little ones
where partings never come. The words
of Ainsworth are beautiful. He says:
"The little boy who died so long ago is
an eternal child. His parting looks,
with heaven shining full upon nis brow
the beauty that the heart grew warm
beholding, remains untouched by time,
even as the unrent sky that lets the
wanderer in."
"Of such is the kingdom of heaven,"
said our blessed Saviour. What a large
proportion of the dwellers in heaven
must be little children! How happy are
they, living in the light of the smile of
the blessed Une. "1 know Jesus smiled
when he was on earth," said a dear lit
tle girl, "because when he said, 'Suffer
the children to come unto me,' they
would not have gone to him in such
numbers had he not smiled when he
said it." The faith of a child is unques
tioned. "Don't cry when I am gone,
mamma," said a little one, a few hours
before she left her earthly home, "I am
going up, up above all "the worlds, to
live with Jesus forever. He loves little
children, and he will be, O, so kind and
good to me. I never will have to be
sick and suffer pain when I get where
ue is." rrecious cnuui wnat a re-
lease to be free from suffering forever!
vvnen we raiKot our little ones who
are gone to the peaceful land, we will
not speak of them any more as the chil
dren we have lost, but as children who
have been lovingly gathered into the
arms of ourFatherin neaven, and saved
to us by our children in the eternal
world.
They are not lost, but gone before,
"They shall be mine." O, lay them down to
slumber,
Calm In the strong assurance that he rfyes;
He calls them by their names, he knows their
number,
And they shall live as surely as he llres.
The Use of Tea.
The following hints concerning the
use of tea may prove useful: 1. Whoso
ever uses tea should do so in great
moderation. 2. It should form a part
of the meal but never be taken before
eating, between meals, or on an empty
stomach, as is too frequently done. 3.
The best time to take tea is after a
hearty meal. 4. Those who suffer with
weak nerves never take it at all. 5.
Those who are troubled with inability
to sleep at nights should not use tea, or
if they do, take it in the morning. 6.
Brain-workers should never goad on
their brains to overwork on the stimu
lus of tea. 7. Children and the young
should never use tea. 8. The over
worked and underfed should never use
tea. 9. Tea should never be drunk very
strong. 10. It is better with considera
ble milk and sugar. 11. Its use should
at once be abandoned when harm comes
from it. 12. Multitudes of diseases come
from the excessive use of tea, and for
this reason those who cannot use it with
out going to excess should not use it at
all.
Analogies in Nature.
The cocoanut is, in many respects,
like the human skull, although it closely
resembles the skull of the monkey. A
sponge may be so held as to remind
one of the unfleshed face of the skele
ton, and the meat of an English walnut
is almost the exact representation of the
brain.
Plums and black cherries resemble
the human eyes; almonds and some
other nuts resemble the different varie
ties of the human nose, and an open
oyster and its shell are a perfect imaere
of the human ear.
The shape of almost any man's body
may be found in the various kinds of
mammoth pumpkins. The open hand
may be discerned in the form assumed
by scrub willows and growing celery.
The German turnip and the egg-plant
resemble the human heart. There are
other striking resemblances between
human organs and certain vegetable
forms. The forms of many mechanical
contrivances in common use may be i
traced back to the patterns furnished
by nature. Thus, the hog suggested
the plow, the butterflv the ordinary
hinge; the toad stool the umbrella; the
duck the ship; the fungus growth on
trees the ordinary bracket Anyone de
siring to prove the oneness of the earth
ly system will find the resemblance in
nature an amusing study, to say the
least
Three girls to
Mexico.
one boy are born in
A CROSS BABY.
Nothing is so conducive to a man's remain
ing a bachelor as stopping for one night at
the house of a married friend and being kept
awake for five or six hours by the crying of a
cross baby. All cross and crying babies need
only Hop Bitters to make them well and smil
ing. Young man, remember this. Traeder. J
Ple" Eaters.
From Food and Health.
I think it was Bryant the poet, not
the minstrel who once publicly ascribed
the decadence of the national character
to "pie." He was not far wrong. We
are rapidly becoming a nation of pie
eaters. There is scarcely a restaurant,,
not to speak of stands and candy stores,
in the United States that has not its
fresh supply daily of "wholesale" but
not "wholesome" pie. I never tackle a
piece of one of these mysterious com
pounds without a fervent prayer for
mercy and a vivid recollection of the
small boy, who having presented his:
sweetheart with a mince pie, on Beeing
her visibly hesitate after the first bite,
recommended her "to shut her eyes and
go it blind." Where the taste for pie
originated I know not, but very proba
bly in that home of "culture," Boston;
at any rate it is a New England dish,
and migrated west "with the early set
tlers. Tne various nationalities of which
our population is composed still retain
a distinctive character in their cooking,
and evince a decided preference for
certain dishes; the Englishman for his
stakes and roast beef; the German for
his sauerkraut, nudeln and sauerbraten;
the Frenchman for his filets sautes and
his omelets; the Italian for his m3cca
roni; but all are gradually mergingtheir
differences, and uniting on the Droad
basis of "pie." All New Yorkers, who
remembar the old postoffice in Nassau
street, must surely recall the pie-man
and his crowd of hungry patrons. They
will also remember that when the post
office was moved to its piesent location,
how certain reckless reformers objected
to the establishment of the pie-stand in
the new building on the ground of it
being a public nuisance. What a ter
riffic storm they raised? How the pie
oaters raged, how the anti-pie-eaters
protested, and how both filled the col
umns of the daily press with their daily
fulminations. For weeks New York
was convulsed 'with the merits and de
merits of the pie question. The pie-man
stood firm, however, and developed such
an amount of political influence at his
back, that at one time it really seemed
an easier task to move the postoffice
than the pie stand. Finally, when the
region below Canal street threatened to
break out into civil war, a compromise
w.is effected and the pie stand was in
stalled with all honors in a comfortable
store on the opposite side of the street
Some ten years ago I made the ac
quaintance of a gentleman whose daily
lunch consisted of "a whisky cock-tail
and a piece of lemon pie." I need
piece oi lemon pie.
scarcely say I watched his career with
the liveliest interest To do him justice
he stood the ordeal bravely, but I
strongly suspect a goodly portion of his
income was devoted to the purchase of
L patent remedies for the cure of dyspep
sia. How can such people wonder,
when, as the old lady said, "their in
nards are afflicted?" How expect to be
capable of healthy, sustained effort in
any direction, on the strength of a food
which, while it may be agreeable to the
palate, must be specially disagreeable
and horrifying to the delicate organs of
digestion?
The pie manufacturer understands
the natural desire for "taffy," and cares
little what he puts into his compoueds
so long as they taste "sweet" It would
be interesting and instructing to ana
lyze some of the mince, lemon, plumb,
peach and apple pies that are daily con
sumed by the tens of thousands. What
revelations would result? Now and
then a piece of home-made pie may not
be indigestible at the close of a sub
stantial dinner, but that pastry made of
poor flour, rancid butter and decayed
fruit should be regarded as something;
out of which a working man or womao
can profitably make a meal, is surely a
direct defiance of all the lrws that gov
ern the act of digestion. The conhrm
ed pie-eaters, male or female, mav read
ily be detected by their lack-lustre eyes,
their pallid faces and wan expression of
countenance, for during the very period
that they are taxing their mental and
physical powers to the utmost in their
daily avocations they are also putting a
prolonged and cruel strain upon their
digestive organs.
Surely, a small piece of juicy meat, a.
plate of good soup, some fi?h, or even
a bowl of bread and milk, would do
more to restore nature's impaired forces
to their proper equilibrium than any
amount of the greasy, flaccid and indi
gestible abomination known as "pie,"
A News Girl Romance.
Some time since an English gentle
man, stopping at the St Lawrence HalF
hotel in Montreal, took a fancy to a
young news girl, who was daily arouud
the hall selling the evening papers. He
made inquiries about the little waif,
and, finding that she was the only child
of a widowed mother, he handed the
latter $400 as he was leaving the city
and told her to send the child to school,
and he would see that she did not want.
Instead of carrying out her trust, the
mother got married, spent the benefac
tion on nerself, and sent the child to
service. The gentleman wrote subse
quently to the mother, but could get no
answer. He then communicated with
the St Lawrence Hall proprietor about
the child, and, on being informed of
what had happened, he remitted liberal
supplies to the lady who had employed
the girl, and the latter is now obtaining
a first-class education at the Model
3chool. The gentleman has already ex
pended over $800 on his little ward.
They Want It, Badly.
"Whisky in Maine," said Neal Dow.
"is carried in small bottles in the pock
ets of the liquor sellers and dealt out
upon the sly; it is put into teapots and
placed upon the kitchen shelf; it is built
into the walls of houses in tin cans,with
a small rubber tube by which to draw it
off; it is concealed in small bottles in
the bed; it is concealed in bottles under
the floor, put there through a trap that
can only be reached by removing the
bed: it is concealed in small fiat bottles
in the ash pit under the ovens of cook
ing stoves; it is hidden in wells attached
to strings fastened some inches below
the surface of the water; it is buried in
manure heaps; it is concealed under the
floor of the pigsty; it is hidden away
upon the flat roof of the house, access
to it being had only by a ladder through
scuttle; it is hidded in attics, under tne
floor, and in the cellars buried in the
earth."
Old Time Sleiehing.
N. T. Post
There is a vast difference between the
sleighing parties of to-day and those of
old times. The farm wagon body was
placed on the runners of the wood sled,
a lot of straw was put in the bottom,
and the young men and women seated
themselves on the straw. The fiddler
always accompanied the party. They
would drive to some tavern (they had
no hostlers then), when the first thing
in order was to get a drink of "flip."
Flip was simply cream beer, which was
served up in large mugs. Ever- land
lord had an iron rod about two feet
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size of a walr
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Passionate persons are like men who
stand on their heads, they see all things
the wrong way.
It is easy to run down the accomplish
ments of your neighbor, but harder to
run ahead of them.
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