Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, August 04, 1881, Image 7
i'i f. n 4fg THE ADVERTISER. Sabjcription, $2.00 per Ytar, in Adtance. ornriAi. iikk of tiir cou.vtv. A SUM ME It DAY. Turqiiolso-broiMtod birda htivo sunfrthesprlnx uwuy; Pink arbutus leaves huvo blushed farewell to May, There's ii soft, swoot prosonoo hovcriiiK on There's thowlioloof aummor In tho summer sky. "When tho daylight llutters from thoir swing ing nests. , , . lllso enraptured welcomes from enraptured bromt; ... . "When tho clouds of sunset atronin llko burn Itur lights. There's tho tulnt, low warbling of their sort KOOiI-uIhIiU. Thoro are rivers murmuring ns they onward go, Thnf-thn pulo spring loosened Into fuller How; Now u wider glory In their sparkling hides There's n Hummer's passion in their throbbing tide; Thin wings, sunshine-dusted, thro' tho noon- tldosgo . , Huttorlllesln sllonco Muttering to and fro; Therc'stho wholo rlpo sweetness of tho spring genu by Thcrc?s tho wholo of summer In tho summor sky! Mr. L. C. WViHon.fn WMt-AwaJse. A SWIM Kit IDYL Heroic NtrliBillc "I" 'I'M' ilrner. Amiitciir Our- Tho first wool: or two of May Is en chanting to tho amateur gardener fh this latitude. 'Tis thou ho plants po tatoes, ooru, beans, onions, lottuoo, radishes, oystor-plnnt, Limn boans, watormolons and mirskinolons. In tho possibilities ot tho future, it is to bo do lioious during tho summer to pull rad ishes and dig potatoes from one's own garden. It is to bo delicious to seo one's vegetables grow and to hear tho birds slug over them. Tho manage ment of the house in the midst of which this vegetable garden was situated de pended entirely on her. Thoy kont no servant. Thoy declared they stood iu need of none. And while, during tho day, ho was at his business in tho city, shw essayed to euro for tho rapidly growing vegetables. Tho gooit and bad in this world do often prosper alike, anil oft lines tho bad seoms to prosper as well if not better than tho good. So weeds, taking advantage of tho appli ances placed in tho soit ground for de veloping vegetables, grow as last if not faster than vegetables by man doomed legitimate to unit soil, simply because he' takes pleasure in eating thorn, al though, it tho question bo considered on its real merits, any fair, level-headed man would say that tho veods being the original natives of tho soil and to tho manor born, havo a bettor claim to said soil than tho vegetables, which are generally foreign importations. How ever, the vegetables must bo protected from the weeds by a hoe with a human being at tho business end. A PLUCKY LITTLE "WOMAN. ShoSvas a plucky littlo woman, and said sho would olliciate at this end of tho hoo while lie was at business in tho city. So sho did. For a few weeks it was a drawn battle between hor and tho weeds. Tho garden was on now ground, and a low-lying, swampy bit of ground, too. The weeds consisted principally of fern and swamp-cabbage, ller task was to keep down a voluntary fernery and give tho potatoes a chance. Tho garden soil was mainly sand; not sand indigenous to tho place but some hauled from afar and spread over tho swamp. This was an idea indigenous to his uncle, who had a mania lor im proving tho worst pieces of land he could pick out and buy cheap. Ho had colonized him and hor on this swamp, and granted them rent free for the sum mor in hopes that the presence of such respectable-appearing settlers might attract others to tho spot. Sho was not an export in tho knowledge of vpg' etables. Didn't, in fact, known potato vine from a skunk-eabbago. By tho middle of Juno tho skunk-cabbage had got thg start of tho potatoes, and threatened to swallow thorn up. Sho was of this happily ignorant, taking tho skunk-calibago for somo.logiliniato vogotablo which ho had planted among tho potatoes. Thriving on hor ignorance the skunk-en bbago increased and multiplied. Ho came homo earlier than usual ono day and would tako a look at his pota toes. Seeing skunk-eabbago and pota toes together from afar, and not then being Himself well grounded in kitchen garden science aiulindications of wood evils, ho said: "How well things aro growing!" Coming a little nearer, it struck him theso might not all bo pota to vinos. "Hallo!" ho cried to her, "I thought this was tho potato patch.'' " So it is," said she. "Where?" said ho. V "Where you aro standing. Youlvb knee-keep In potato vines now," said she. Said he, " Good gracious! Thunder! Why, these aro not potato vinos. These aro weeds. This is skunk-cabbage. And you have hood this?" "Yes," said sho, " I hood all tho nasty woods that camo un around them." " Why, you've hood away tho potato plants and loft this skunk-eabbago," ho squealed. "1 thought I was booing tho pota toes, and that they wore doing all so nicely and so much bettor than the onions, because that droadful forn has got among tho onions," said she. KIGUTINO WEEDS. Ho got his big hoo and sho hor littlo hoo, and together thoy slashed skunk eabbago till dark. Thoy arose at live tho noxt morning and pitched again into skunk-eabbago, and, by breakfast timo, tho few potato vines sho had acci dently misled had a faint chance for life. Meantime the kitchen garden and lifo in tho country wont on and on. Other weeds industriously sprang up all over the garden. Tho mosquitoes camo thicker and thicker. Did thov light a Inmn at night, millions on millions of small wingod things lost thoir livos try ing to put it out. Strnngo insects; wingod, horned, clawed, fangod and pronged camo into tho house, got into their bed, into his boots, into her slip dors, l'rogs croakod in tho collar. For a Week thoy wcro occupied in forti fying tho windows with mosquito nets. Three times a wcok tho butcher brought scraggy pieces of moat from tho city, for which thoy paid tho highest price. Tho only storo was a milo away on a sandy road. All this, added to the woods, kopt her very busy. Sho began to think that a rural llfo looked best in a book. They had fifty-two hills of po tatoes. "I wonder if this patch will ralso us enough to last all wintor," ho asked of her as thoy wcro going into the house one evening, both pretty tired from hoeing skunk-cabbage. ' " L guess so," said sho, "but if they'd Only grow as well as skunk-cabbnge wo might havo some to soil." Just then an agricultur al neighbor, passing tho house, called, out to thomi " Got any bugs yot?" Sho turned up hor nose. lilies?" said ho. "Of course not." "What a rude question,1' said she. " All tho folks around hero havo got 'cm,11 said the native. "Beds full of Ulll Thoy did not hoar him say "potato beds.'L. Tho native continued: "Paris green' is tho best Btujr' to kill 'om. Wo sprinkle' item olii'-bods ovory day." "Why, I should think it would ruin your shoots and pillow-cases," "Sheets? Pillow-cases? lis said she. aw! Haw! Haw!" roared tho native. "Potato bugs don't trouble 'cm." LI011T DAWNS. "Oh!" simultaneously remarked ho and sho as tho true light stole into thoir brains. Thou thoy wout and examined thoir potato vinos. Thoy wore eovorod with potato bugs. Millions! '! saw thorn last wcok," said she, "but I thought thoy wore lady-bugs at least a biggorkind of lady-bug." "Wo must pick them oft',11 said ho, " to save the potatoes. You must com mence picking our crop of potato bugs to-morrow. What havo you got to pick them in?" "Nothing," said she, "save tho milk pitcher." Milk pitcher it is," said ho. " Des perate diseases, desperato remedies. We must commence to-night." She brought out tho milk pitcher. Together thoy picked it full many times and emptied the bugs in the bab bling brook which ran by theft' cottage," which babbling brook carried many of tho bugs to tho groon potato holds of their neighbors, and left thorn there alive. Thoy seemed to havo picked all tho bugs oil' thoir vines that night, vot it was not so. On arising and going fortli next morning thoy found as many bugs as ever. Thoy recuperative and regenerative power of bugs and woods and all sorts of things jicoplo do not want is wondortul. "Evil seoms catch ing, but good is hard to take," said he. Ho was obliged to go to tho city, and there in tho whirl of business his mind wandered to their littlo ngricult- ural cot and potato bugs. She all day picked potato bugs alone, and drowned milk-pitehorful alter milk-pit chorful in I the babbling brook. Yot next morning ! tho bugs had tho start of hor again. 1 This was kopt up for several days. Moantimo tho swamp forn and skunk- j cabbage got a fresh start on tho bean and raddish beds and quite swallowed them up. Tho potato bugs nionopo- j lized tiro ontiro energy and attention of this agricultural pair, Nor was this j all. Pig-weed camo. First, a cautious old Pig-weed, who had nourished thoro I for generations, poked his head out of j tho ground. Alter .rcoonnoitoring, ho Save tho signal. Anon by scores, nun reds and thousands, camo other Pig- woods. She waged with them u feoblo warfare. What could the, voting wife , do, almost alone, against' Skunk-cnb- bago, Swamp Forn, Potato Bugs and Pig-wood? Nothing. Emboldened by tho success ot tho Pig-woods, tho TKAMPS OK THE Vr.OETAlll.K KINGDOM rushed in from all quarters. Thoro camo Dock, Hlack-wood, Wild Pepper grass, Mullein and Stramonium, or Stink-weed. Thoy ravaged hor littlo llowor-gar-den. Thov massacred tho tender plants. Thoy ate up thoir sustenance. Thoy crowded them out of existence She laid down the hoo in despair. Ants crowded along it? handle. Thoy erected their habitation under it. "How green your garden is gotting," ho said to her one day. Ho had become sarcastic'. This was on or about tho '25th of Juno. Sadly sho took hor littlo hoo and out down a few pig-weeds. Sho thou laid it down and took it up no m'oro that season. There it lay, and the pig-weed, tho dock, tho wild pop-per-grnss, tho skunk-cabbage arid tho stink-weed came up around it and over shadowed it. " How very groon your garden has grown," said he to hor on" tho 3d of August. It was very groon. Tho wicked woods had run out both ilowers and vegetables. Thov had full control ol all tho governmental departments of that garden. Thoy outvoted tho orig inal occupants ten to ono. Tho Veg etable Aborigines of tho soil had re gained their original supromacv . Thoy climbed tho fence and pokod thoir heads riotously and impertinently be tween tho pickets. Tho accidental, va grant sunllower was elected Mayor of hor garden. Tho streets and avonuos sho had so nicely laid out botwoen hor bods was invaded by a disorderly, acci dental pumpkin vino. Tho only sur viving rosebush was mobbed by pig weed. Over all this ruin tho birds sung thoir matin songs and Nature seoinod as blithesome and joyful as though thoir kitchen gardon had boon a? success. Prentice Muljbrd, in the Ban Francisco Chronicle. J Kuiiuirknblo I'ndurnncc. A romarkablo lnstauco of thetonaolty of human llfo nnd tho possibility of human endurance camo 1111(101 tho no tlco of a Courier-Journal reporter yds torday. Thoro aro oqunlly curious casos on record whoro persons havo survivod destruction of parts of tho brain and enduring groat physical pri vations, but this scorns to bo unique and alone iu modical annals. On tho ovcnlng of tho 2d of last April John Platte, a moldor at tho Louisville Man tol and Coskot Foundry, returned to his homo, on tho pike, justonposito tho Xnstituto for tho Blind, and found his wifo sitting iu a chair, with tho loft sldo of her faco and hoad resting on tho hot storo. Sho was unconsoiqus and alone, and no ono jknow how long sho had boon in that position, but tho room was tilled with tho odor of burning llosh, and a neighbor was of tho opinion that hor faco had hot boon on tho stove moro than an hour, as sho was scon in tho yard about that length of tiruo previous to hor husband's arrival. Sho win iplaced in hod and Dr. J. W. Maxwell was summoned to attend her, but no one entertained tho slightest belief that she would over speak again. Tho doc tor found that all tho flesh on tho loft sido of hor faco, tho ear ami tho scalp to the top of her head, was cooked into a crisp, and was ready at the least touch to drop oil". Sho remained unconscious until tho next day, when sho rallied, but wasi dolirious for nearly a wcok. Healing applications wore made, and in two or three weeks all tho burned llosh boonmo! loose from tho bones and was taken oil', and she complained of but littlo pain. Sho seemed iu a fair way to recover until erysipelas set in, and for several days sho was again thought to bo at the point of death. Tho latter alllictionyioldod, howovor, to tho prbpor treatment, and was checked before it reached all parts of tho burn. After it disappeared, tho process of decay wont on until tho jaw and cheek-bones and tho skull on that sido of tho head wore laid baro. Tho front lino of the burn extended from a point on the top of the head, passing just back of tho eye down by tho corner of her mouth to' the chin, and after the llosh was removed the drv bones of the jaw, chock and side of the hoad appeared as if they had been scraped. Tho injury extended down on her nook, and destroyed tho jugular vein and all the facial nerves on that side. After the erysipelas was cured she complained of no moro pain, and during tho ontiro period of hor atlliotiou has experienced none of tho physical shocks mid pros trations which wore constantly ex pected. Her pulse roniained normal, hor appetite good, and for tho past month sho has been able to walk about tho room or sit iu her rockuig-ehair tho most of the time. Dr. Maxwell has boon doubtful of hor recovery all along, but alio expresses a determination to get well, and as .sho has passed safely through her alllictiou for tho past two and a lialf months, hor indomitable will may carry hor through. Recently the exposed bones appear to havo been soriously allbcted by tho heat, and avo beginning to show signs of decay. Tho point of Hho jaw-bone whore it is at tached to the temporal is beginning to crumble, and tho doctor thinks that tho outer table of the skull on that sido will come oil'. The cheek-bone-has drawn away from tho temporal and caused a cavitv into which the linger can be in serted nearly two inches. She lives on liquid food entirely, and eats it with a lively relish. The wound presents a most ghastly sight, and how any ono can live anil enjoy good health under tho circumstances is indeed a mystery. Dr. Maxwell has been very attentive to the ease, aud as none of tho family wore nolo to properly attend to it he dressed tho wound daily, and is, thorn fore, thoroughly acquainted with it iu all the stages" through which it has passed. Do has strong hopes of the ultimate recovery of his patient. He has had Mrs. Platto photographed iu two positions, in each of which the art ist has produced a perfect hut a most ghastly picture, Ho is preparing a re port of tho caso for tho profession, whioh will no doubt bring to light some ;new conditions under which a patient can "still liye." rZoMtfift'fc '.Courier Journal. The Discipline of Drudgery. A "liboral education" Is a capital thing, and tho thousands of young men who ate now honored with the title of A. B. aro to bo congratulated upon tho good fortune that has permitted them to acquire the mental discipline result ing from a four ) oars' course of aca demic study. But thoso young men must not make tho mistake of suppos ing that this discipline is an ull-sulli-ciont preparation for tho higher call ings of life. That is, tho younjj men who propose to enter any of tho branches of professional llfo, for ln stauco, must not imagine that tho fact of thoir having a college education will permit them to leap tn the top rung of tho ladder at once. Tho discipline thoy havo is valuable but nhiolly-'ho as a basis for tho acquirement of practical knowledge, without which success is impossible. By practical knowledge wo mean acquaintance with the minutm or littlo details which go to make up all occupations. Spoil knowledge a coll ego education can not give and is not in tended to give, it is only to bo awjuirod by patient application. Tho discipline of a college curriculum must bo supple mented bv anoihcr kind of discipline, namely, tho discipline of drudgery. No one, however largely endowed with mental power, can bo exempted from tho necessity of acquiring this, disci pline. It is far moro essential to success than tho discipline furnished by a col lege courso. flew Haven Palladium, Our Young Renders. JK11KMY AND JUS TIN JJOIIN. " I'll innko a noise," milil .leromy Uliiok, Ah the dnys ilrow iiIkIi To tho Pom th of July; ' I II lunko moro nolsu than u cannon or pnok Of llre-crHckotri, or pistol, or kuii, yonnimr-ornokor; I'll huvo moro tun WiPh llfty cents than tho rest or tho lioyn With ii dollar's woithof powder awl thlufjs Willi tiny cents 1 will make moro nnNo Than all tho rost of tho town, by JIiiksI" So ho wont down . To Abraham lliown, Tho tinker buck or tho llluo Moll Inn, W ho mended tho pum for nil tho town, And lionet him to muUo nThluir of tin. Then both of them tinkered and talked and planned, Hot ween the niendlinr of pot and kettle, Aud drew tho patterns with elialk iu hand I'ntll they manaued the UiIiir to settle; And all tho boys were oajfor to know What kind or a Thin thoy kept tinkering so. ns It anythtnir llko a cannon, or rocket. Or Itoman caudle, or plu-wheel, or kuii? Vt as It Mitall ouoiikIi to o Into his pocket? Or could ho lirt It when It was done? Would tho tlilhtf k on", or would powder jro And a dn.onof Kuril llkonuestlonsn minute. Hut Jeremy Hlaek Just wave a sly wink, And they could not toll what lueieallon to think. Ho Fourth or July catno around at last, And tho day was fresh aud tho sun was brlKht; Thou Just its soon as the nlxht was passed, At tho caillost dawn or the dewy light, Tne boys turned out With noNo and rout, Aud loud halloo and lust v Miuiit. And racket of crackers, aud boom anil pop, And rliiKlnirot' bells, and si., and splutter, Till Rood I oik- tryliur to sleep would slop, And net up and close the window and shut ter. Hut Jeremy Hlaek Just turned In his bed, And down in tho pillow ho nestled his head, And lliouiflit, with hki'Iu, How tho'lhlnjr or tin Would make ououkIi iuiImo to drown tho din. At loiiKtli ho arose and dressed himself, And nrtcrward maniurod his breakfast to tat; Then took tho Thlnir from tho wood-houso shell' And carried it with him out In thostriet. Now all tin) boys camo running to sro What over tho wonderful ThliKr could ho And lot 'twas a llsli-liorn six loot Ioiik. "Now stand a littlo awav," said ho, " Aud you'll hear a noise so loud and strong And deep aud mlKhty that It will drown All popnluur of uuus aud cannons Iu town." Tlieu all the boys stood lme.it while ho Stepped up to tho Mro-pliur tinder tho treo, And rested thereon thoend of tho horn, Then took a breath that was Ioiik aud deep, Aud blow as he'd not blown since ho was born; And out trom tho Thin came never u peep! Ho mopped, and wiped his mouth for a minute, Then blew as IT thodlelcous woio In it. Ho blew till tho hair stood up on his head; He blow till overytliiuu' swam around; Ho blew till Ills forehead and ears Ki'ow red; Hut out of the horn camo never a sound. At Hi Ht tln boys were half afraid Of tiio terrible Hound that would soon bo iiiado; Hut alter awhilo thoy houau to chair, And then to Kittidc, and then to 1 uiuh. Piior.leroiny know that tho noise was there It only reiiulred a little more air. Once moro lie blows till his intMcles strain: Not a sound. Aud thou ho bewail to know. TIioukIi ho had endeavored with mluht mid mill it. Tho horn was too larwo for htm to blow: MOIIM.: As one koos over this world of ours Who ovoi rates the natural powers wno irequontiy imus a .loremy inaoK, I HIIMillUVl l' tlltlllllll lf!l"V The Fates havo Kiauted blm uoniowhat "MlllIM Those peoplo who build, though thoy may not know It, A horn so largo that they never can blowit. Howard 1'ijle, In Ilaiint' Vounu I'eoiitc. 31Y AUNT'S SqUIKKELS. Perhaps it was because sho hated cats. My aunt's house is a largo ono very like those you often see when traveling in tho country square with windows all shut, silent doors and empty porches. Tho beauty of my aunt's house was its back yard and back door, with a great, lint stone stop. A gale at tho back of tho yard opened on a lane, whoro trees fjrowon each side, aud thickets, which, n .summer, are full of birds, bufterllies and blossoms. Tho deep ruts aro over grown with grass; only tho breezes pass to and fro, which Hotter tho loaves into littlo rustling songs. Tho back door led into a groat kitchen, built evor so many years ago; the rafters wore coll'oo colorcd, for my aunt would never havo them whitewashed. Lots of things wore stowed away among those rafters pumpkiu-socds, oars of corn, bunches of herbs, an old saddle; and, In the winter, hams and links of sausage swung from the beams. Piles of paper bulged over their edges, and tho rubbish of years was there, precious to my aunt, but useless to everybody else Ono dav in autumn, Josh, my aunt's maii-of-all-work, while hoisting a bag of dried beans into tho rafters, discov ered a pair of gray striped squirrels. He rattled tho bonus and "shooed," but thoy only skipped beyond his reach, slack. chattering, aud stood on their hind paws, making motions with thoir foro paws as if "shooing" Josh in return. "1 doboliove, mom," ho called to my aunt, "that these littlo thieves havo come to eat up all my garden-seeds; but I can't make out why ground squirrels should roost up hero. ' "Let them bo, Josh," said my aunt; "I'd rather have squirrels overhead than cats under feet; tho creatures won't trouble mo." Nor did thoy, but, when peoplo talked in tho kitchen, the squirrels chattered louder and faster than evor. Although thoy dropped seeds and straws on my aunt's muslin cap, and although Josh muttered about holes in bags, and muss, and noise, she would not listen. She declared thoy wore company for her, and sho was certain thoy would not forget her friendliness toward thorn; they kopt thoir distanco, and wcro al ways tho same bright, choorful, happy littlo boings! For idl this, Josh pondered a plan, and carried it out. " (round-squirrels, ho argued, "had no business up iu tho air. So ho prepared a bag, tackled tho old horse to tho wagon, caught tho squirrels when my aunt wout out, put them iu the bag, aud rodo away up tho lane and into tho woods. When ho got to a thick spot, dark with trees, ho shook out the squir rels, turned about, and jogged iiAiue, with the satisfaction of having finished a good job, just a littlo dashed with dread of my aunt's scolding, which, any way, wan not so bad as thoir chatter. Josh opened the kitchen door and wont in. The silence pleased him, and ho began to rub his hands, as his way was when pleased. Ho cost ills ovos up ward and was Instantly greeted with a merry chatter. Tho sqtiTrrols had got homo before him, and.woro all tho moro lively for thoir voyage In tho bag, tho rldo'in tho wagon, and the picnic in tho woods I - "Maroy on mo!" ho orfod, his hands falling apart. Just thon tho squirrels lot drop n hickory-nut on tho bald spot of Josh's hoad. " I missed thoir nolso," said my aunt; "thoy h'nvo boon cunning onough to go out nutting." " Yes," said poor Josh. "Thoy aro very cunning, mom; I know so much about thorn." Kithor tho Indignity of tho raid upon thorn, or tho lindof tho hickory-nuts, was too much for tho squirrels; shortly after, thoy disappeared. My aunt was romindod moro than onco of thoir In gratitude, but all sho said was "Walt." A cat was proposed for a pot onco moro. "No cats!" my aunt said, looking severely at Josh, who wont out to tho uarn immediately. When the spring came, ami tho lilac hushes bloomed, 1 wont to my aunt's tho old kitchen was my delight. Wo sat on tho door-stop in tho afternoon whon tho sun-rays loft tho lane, and wo could rost our eyes on tho deep, cool groon of troo "and shrub. My aunt watched tho way of tho wind, whoro tho birds How, ami tho coming blossoms, and I watchod hor. Onco, whon I happened to bo inside, I hoard a sup pressed, wojidoring cry from hor, which iiiado mo hurry buck; I saw hor atton tlou was fixed on tho path below tho stop, and lookod also, to seo the most cunning procession that ovor was. My aunt's gray suulrrol was trotting toward us with tail curled up, and ac companied by four littlo ones exactly like her, with thoit mites of tails curled up also- two wcro on hor back and two trotted bosido her. Sho camo up to my aunt foarlossly, and tho littlo ones ran about us. Hor motherly joy and pride wore plain to be soon. Thon wo board a Hhrill squeak from tho lilac-bush it came from hor companion, tho fathor of the family, who watched tho reception. My aunt sent mo for pumpkin-seou, and to see them snipoing the shells and feeding on the meat was a lino treat. The babies were aboutalingor's length, but their tails had as still" u ourl as thoir mamma's, aud never got out of place. Many a day aftorwarutho mother pa raded tho young ones on tho door-stop, and carried homo her pouch full of numpkln-Hoed, but the father never put lils dignity oil' to come any nearer than the lilac-bush. "Now, you unbolioving Josh," called my aunt, onco, "what do you say?" "Say, mom," looking up at tho raft ers. " I say a cat might havo ilruv thorn away." Elizabeth 'floddurd, in SI. Nicholas. Nothing Completed. I onco had tho curiosity to look into a littlo girl's work-box. And what do you supposo I found P Well, iu tho lirst place, I found a "bead purse," about half done; thoro was, howovor, no prospect of its evor being finished, for tho noedlos wore out, and the silk upon the spools was all tangled and drawn into a complete wisp. Laying this aside, I took up a nice piece of perforated paper, upon which was wrought one board of a Bible, and beneath it tho words, "llovo "; but tuhut sho loved was loft for mo to guess, lionoath the Bible board I found a sook, evidently commenced for some baby-foot; but it had como to a stand just upon tho littlo heel, and thoro it scorned doomed to remain. Near to tho sock was a noedlo-book, ono cover of which was neatly made, and upon tho other, partly finished, was marked: "To my dear" I need not, howovor, toll vou all that 1 found there; but this mucu 1 can say, that during my travels through that work-box I found not a single article complete; and silent as thoy wore, theso half-finished, forsaken things told mo a sad story about tho littlo girl. Thoy told mo that, with a heart full of generous alloction, with a hoad full of useful and pretty projects, all of which sho had both tho moans and tho skill to carry Into ofl'oot, she was still a useless child always doing, but novor accomplishing, hor work. It was not a want of industry, but a want of perse verance itomembor, my dear young friends, that it matters but littlo what groat thing wo merely undertake. Our glory is not iu that, but in what wo accom plish. Nobody in tho world caros for what wo mean to do; but everybody will open thoir oyos by and by to soo what men aud women and littlo children have done. Childress Friend. A largo Newfoundland dog in Louisville was recently sheared, appar ently much against his will. After tho oporation was linished, tho dog sprang to Ids feet, trotted oil' a short distanco, lookod at himself aud the man with tho shears, and then leaped into tho air and fell dead. By-standors attributed tho dog's doatii to grief for tho loss of his haudsomo coat. Tho widow of tho Gorman poot Uhland has just died in hor eighty second year. Sho wrote a biograpTiy of her husband, whom sho.survivod nintr teon years. A Georgia farmer removed to Ala bama and took his cow with him; but the animal turned up at her old homo, I ninety miles oil", a lew days afterward.