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4W1A A Faily QMpanion, Devoted to Literatur4, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. WEDNESDAY MORNNG, OCTOBER 6, 1875. No. 40. THE HERALD IS-PUBLISHED EVERY IONIB A New r Editor a "d eo time for wW it is paid. Aription. .: .manUst7TIN Let me whisper, friend, to yoU, .orag& &Y w As a blaying from above, Ta Give It. hw you doubt, I youknow w to toiigt, Light it. -Rofis jo Itod,P It you've ay gref to meet, in A-- .a -,Sif e Wn slet guests that crowded one of the e -de# -ina hB two ladies 'who attracted universaal edgaunt or other apr relesio-4hemother, a faire -frail gidf and with curling $i-dan 'hair, an est~~ fall, they were sitt g together on the wide verandah kconve1dtng in low ts5*Z~ terest to the younger one at least theer r hca i "Hwlng seseie you and Melville (aerrI3zday.eur lit: tie quarrel?"d "It ws) jrrel aant ,~ bone 1ig enouag to con ti o judging by his "Hw long sine "'Two y pne "T wo yhe man is a e irt, and you are a . anything for him n? Agj egg, gy eAd,,ou will drop your hasdkerchief into the s on ar The young gisWpiked up her handgh f from e floog and plaeed it again under her cheek and all, or something equalIy"foolidI in shortly afte ,"?Sfound him ly gigakxhing strong writh e'sm"eIl of brandy. II hekhfreeaa ,& ahe had bien drinkngfiqifar,4nd wagiX rgdytoo. dn Itto-sit up, and uaek BCIa eenieio said some v~~d~pl~ihe seem non c@riadAtfast Ibe.. tgne acjra yelf4Oot~ hiaZ-fae for he got up and fol-. a i. diAEkig man, I7 Any coplacent4y wirlipg. a sti|iidfwteh pharm~ arod ~"f[si%mXlove, thereg goe that handkerchief agine~ It surely wiU~rn~t~ th~ fatvPAt. nc"rt tima like ITasr W " a (s was eling t day, anq whe e i ng so pale and thb ed on hie drin s e brandypand made him do there on the sofa tc wait e." girl! by idn o ndMxim and 'Said An, jampin h ai; and pacing up n. wn "Mother did ha4zpne away, and we verMard from or of him saiMieie, also risi or I abethd ban ief, w hic fluttered lownw d fell plump mthe idd ly up-tu of a gen tle M w g along on the aquet. s ped ewn just time to ti to wa or hot-;and , a t h e 0 ta , n g @ t h e parl en st9w. he han f t er. Dr in a lecturewrf h~"'re less m prudish Aun&Agan Sab, art iftly 6igh the and oheronj; vea au eceiW h ban f. le I itk, the ournful co 0 hav iour mu ittle me felkwor der Mou so Sgift din he abri ligh i i ha gentlema" p ghl2lor, out the ah pproache. AM Ih, who W the on e to restore your hand kerchief, mada id, proffer ing it to her. I Aunt Hanna# h3r hands and herself b C"You are mi ir; I have iny handkere nd as she still hesitated h aly reserve took the alarm "Oh 1 I und the tricks of you city f You know tery well that is no handker chief.. Catch me dropping hand. tlemen inT e M6reA." lhank goodne, my niece has gon~e to heri'oom, or you wouldhave been mpua.eoaL8~4gbL to have brouight t to her; and she like a little goose2, would have been ready to try. -Go your way young man; yshaV6fied -This time.~ Slowly returning the way he camsif olding tbe hatidkershief in his liaid and witih Han nahs' walked in his sleep. ro ee emope i 1 cwdi ly girl wi thoft10dey.e es, who had once hna g a ihktarm,. and made tkggrgh a pa dia. for him. Noittig iihnA ace that he saw peeping over the rail ng reminded him of that other hsa# gutn~i the t s ao ed all those sweet and bitter i-ecol *e sought his room that night, sitting dopn,-b 'd his face is hands aself up he drea piW' Hoe lied i ;,ill h d a bad -been him in rushing away without even sorely haii h@at bee'n w&und ed that for noiry two "years he hasi r6s1Y Nieuded' ier frosn his thoukts an ie deemed his love all,vnts; b*uo-ight, as his mmi j O t h'er f>eore him in all her beaifdifu ngp inoece,he-found that.he .loed her just as fonidly an4ide oetedly as when they clasped theirlhands inetrothal. As~he reflected he took up the little white messen,ger ~that had fluttEred into lifbe etfat evening and, !>egan to turn it over and over, holding it up to the light, and finally his eyes rested on a name. He looked closer and read in tiny letters "Susie Brad ford," the name of his first love. That she should have seen and recognized him and dnrope t.he handkerchief down on purpose to Lattract his attention was his first thought;ad man-like, his vanity was hugely flattered. His next impulse was to rush to the hotel c'and seek her out that night and have the explanation that should have been made two y e a r s ago. ActiAg onAthis impuliej hd rush, ed rourld the hdtel'nd examined the register to make sure. There it was, the sweetest name in all .lie -world to him. On making inqui ries, to his great chagrin he learn ed that she had etired, for the night.' - The next morning he called again, and after sending up his name and a pleading little note, he began tra4pingup and down the floor to conceal, if possible, his agitation. Aunt Hannah entered and instantly recognized him as the "roaring lion" she had had an en. counter with the evening before. She had related the affair to Susie, and took considerable. credit to herself for her shrewdness in bluff. ing him off. Seating herself in a large arm chair, in the middle of the room, she watched his move ments with the eye of a lynx. She knew he was up to mischief, probably he meant to carry off the silver, ice pitcher. At any rate, she would see what he was up to. There was heard a.light step trip ping down the stairs, th6 rustling of a silken robe, and Susie shot through the door, and into the open.arms of t.he suspected man. Neither spoke-both hearts were too fall for words. Aunt Hannah sat dumb with amazement. At last a look of intelligence darted across her kindly, dear old face. "Susie," she said, twitching at her niece's sleeve, "did you drop that handkerchiot.,over the. rail ing,.after. al?" "6yei, Anoiki-6 "Did you drop it on purpose?" "No, dear Aunty, it was- purely accideiial." - "God ient that handkerchief as a mhNdfr-ioyNa4w ie't gether, and what he brings togeth ei,Iet no staapat asuInder. Young man riighZVof ansgen hepar son. There will be a wedding hei tp-y. No m6re.pnisunder standing, mind you." And that same day, up in Aunt Hannah's sacred room with only the- necessary witnesses present, the twain were made one,and went on their way rejoieing. * The unconscious jittle handker phief that brought. all this happi ness about was laid away in a per fumed box, to.he taken ont again after awhile, it may be, and nseed. as a shawl for "dolly." So endeth my story. -The trai &asefp*h&iiin At antq.nd ithe obliging.conductor welnp to the Jhemejy sold. lady. wito2wg pyidgently trav.eling.alone, and said~ ")gatame, have you a companion ?" "Obp :gesy sir; 2Marthy- .Ann ade me fetch along her little lack ridikule that she calls a umpanyoni I" "No, no ; I mesa an eseort!" "A what, sir?" and she looked thim hard enough to break her pectacles. "A fellow traveler with you!" xplained the conductor desperate She rose. Her uplifted hand ooked <deadly in its black mitten garniture. ~"Trgedr2gS g"samp; no, sir! The idee' of mej a lone womaii, with no riatural -pro tector but a sheep skin kiver ed New Testament, havin' a fel ler travelin' with me!1 Your mo ther ought to weep over your im perdence, young man, and I'll have you to know that I kin git along in this world about.as well as any sixty year old widow that you ev ever struck agin I" By this time the conductor was out on the platform wiping the perspiration from his face, and sweariug that that old lady might go it alone," to her heart's con tent. Never. run down your oppo nent's goods in public. Let him I d;o hi on adverising. gseeU mtmn. . (From the New York Tribune.] ABOUT BABIES. The amount of patience whic we brit-g to bear on babies de pends very much on whether do not we have babies of our own: There was a time when 1 would have joined heartily enough to the storied toast, "To the health of the much calumniated good King Herod." But that was be fore the advent of Jonathan Edi wards. 'Twas a bitter cold day in Febrd' ary when Jonathan Edwards ar rived-the -bitterest and -oldeal day not only of the Winter, bo the bitterest and coldest since 1820, the chronicles said. And to be roused at an. unseemly hour on such a morning and started of on a most embarrassing and ah accustomed errand, 's enough in all conscience to disturb the spir itual balance of .a nervous man.for the rest of the day. * *, : *s . - * It was some time before I could master the courage to ask whelk. er I was a father or mother-not that I felt no curiosity, but be cause the treatment which. I had for some hours undergone nade, it a question in my mind whether I had.any rights which any hu man being was bound to respect. When- a rather raised 'and indig nant voibe replied, "She's a boy," [ felt that the supreme moment of mylife-was at hand, and that forti tude was necessary. d6i a most seo rious complication -had -come,-trow., ble loomed dar'ly on-oth bows as well as dead ahead; of this I was aware-ves - bfoare L--a10* the soft grey eyes of Mrs. Paul fixed reproachfully upon me. We had half promised one lady friend that it should be named Louise, an other was happy in the conviction thaauir.AA.callit Caroline, but deep.down. in.,the recesses of her heart Mrs. Paul had settled that the girl should. bear;the.name f a great and good aunt, and glide gently down the stream of Time ticke'ted, '"DIorothy .Tane." You see the dilemma; all previous plans were disarranged none of the names would now do. And thus it is tha&tt&this.dagthe babe has but a noritd6eefce'au is 'twere -Jonathan Edwards. The faalt is not mine, certainly; but never a ay passes over my head that it is not flung up to me that but for e the babe would have a name. And with egh ggmrig dawn the question is harled at me, "What do you mean to call him, anyway ?" Sometimes I think of shaking lot of good names up in a bag and letting hira grab for one, so shi geepoiiityfrom my wn shoulAlevs po those of the Fates. Again, it occurs to me that perhaps 'twere only right to wait till he grows up and then lot him :hoose a name for himself! In the meanwhile the boy seems to gtow an.d thrive as well as tough ho had been christened eorge Washington or .Tulius Desar at birth. For his own part e has never, from the-first, seem d -to care mtich for being named. n arriving at the hotel he made o-sign from which I can infer that he was anxious that the regis tershould .be brought up to him. Lately from tfhe tropicis, a hot-air register would.not, have been un acceptible, perha#s, but as for im mediatelf writing his name and place of residence, and final desti ation, down in a book, he' maani fested no-eagerambition. Hi'S chief nxiety was about meals. Here was a hotel kept on the European plan, mieals supposed to be ready at all hours, yet there seemed to be nothing ready for him. Little wonder that he set up a wail of vexation. What a hurry and scurry there then was in the hall, to be sure. No need to carry the news to Ma ry ; she and Nora, Bridget, Kath leen, and Kate knew it as soon~ as anybody, and must have trumpet d the story through the resonant speaking-tubes, which lead all over the house. Verily, the chamber maids who came with dust-pans, and the f-rmen who came with coal-scuttles, and the bell-boys who came with pitchers of ice wa jiter, were a sight to see. That they looked for largess because of what had happened, that they expected gratuities cannot be, for they asked for none. But they offered fervid congratulations, and lingered round after they had spo ken them, when there really re mained nothing more to be said. Even the sparrows knew all about 'it,and came hopping upon the win. dow-sill pecking at the panes, not with an eye to crumbs, I am sure. Then when I came to walk down I town in an hour or two, the i people in the omnibuses and on the street corners and in the club j .windows were talking about it and I looking at me. "See! that's the 4 -father of the baby just born at the I Quillsey House; there he goes; i don't he feel mighty fine," they 1 said-just as though a baby had < bever before been born. But the I narked attention so liberally be sto*ed pleased me; notthat I my- J self had any foolish vanity but o was it not a compliment to MY SON? Nurse said he was a fine boy, but when i came to make a critical ex- I amination of his legs they distress- j e-d me. They seemed dreadfully E -bow. But this I was*told is a pecu- I Darity of babies. (Perhaps the bow t shape is given so they may lie by t,he hour andafidAle away at their I beads, wheneadiy've nothing bet- t ter-to do.) 1*6ars, too, in the f dim religious light of the chamber, t lookea like erumpled rose-leaves. t These latter are all smoothed out I now, but in his legs I still see a funny sort of parenthesis. Ex- t perts asiure m e that they'll straightei"but in time. I don't 1 .pch care whether, they do or not-they'll be handy just as they e are when he comes to ride nail- C kegs. d * * * * * * Sprawling about on a blanket, looking some like an under boiled I crab,more like an overdone'cherub -this then was My Son! Here was I the heir of much of my fortune and I all my greatness, wrapped up in ar square of cotton-batting no larger I than a pa c k e t- handkerchief. s There had been long months of t weary waiting and ardenit expec tation most elaborate preparation had been made, and here was the - mouse! Looking at this shrimp of hu manity, swaddled like a miniature ~ mummy, hittle did 1 imagine the I power which there lay latent ; little did I di,eanm that those tiny 3 arms-scarce larger than a pipe- I stem-would in time come to pull 4 me hither and thither, Ipowerless I the while as. though swayed by the horses of Thrace ; that they would hold me back from my c amusements, fetter me when I1 wished to work, keep me. in doors 1I when it was my will to go out, a drive me out when I wished to f stay in. But behold me now, the i slave of that molecule's whims, ( the veriest creature of his caprice. If he holds out his little hands to ( me I must needs drop whatever e I am busied with and take him. s Work may stand still, but his d sweet will may not be thwarted. i And he is the veritable Old Man r of the Sea. Once mounted on my ; shouldiiTesanfotThliso'dgTiin. He likes walking. Exercise of that i kind does not seerm to Cire him at I all. I think he could survive be- a ing carried round the room till c the ceiling fell in-his talent for a that sort of thing is -wonderful. e Nor does he ever tire of the great moral ~drama. When I crawl e about the floor on all fours, bark- r ing like a dog, and arching up my c back like a cat, he applauds vehe- a mently. So when I bring myc nose against the door in an effortf to play bo-peep for his amuse- a ment-so, too when I dance round a the room on my head to show him t how he'd look upside down. On t all these occasions he is not sparing a at plaudits, and he never fails to e express his wish that the play i should go on. Already I've worn out several pairs of trousers and c am looking round for new proper- t ties, a false nose and a wig, for in-i stance.t I have spoken of My Son as The I Old Man of the Sea, but this was miguaively A.t first coming, I though with weazened face and wrinkled ways, he really did seem to be but a little old man. When he scowled at you the suggestion was striking. As for interest in things around him, he had none. He had not the air of one to whom the world was new, but rather of Dne to whom it was tediously ld, and neither amusing nor in structive. Even at the patent sil ver door knobs that wouldn't move when you turned them, and at the bright bell-pulls that wouldn't ring when you pulled them, he ooked as though he had seen nodern improvements before. If rou spoke to him it attracted his ittention not at all; just an indif ,erent gaze he gave you and turn 3d wearily away, as though occu )ied with matters of -reater mo nent. A joke was worse than hrown away on him. Though wery one else might laugh, he )t looked up at the ceiling and 7awnod as who should say, "These okes'may do very well for you lown here but up there where I ome from they have better ones." fet all the while it was plain that ie was a first class humorist. Lt times he would lie for an hour mi4ing away within himself in he funniest- fashion ; catch him Lt it and he became grave at once. t was as though he thought that hat which amused him was o far beyond our comprehension or him to attempt tof explain it O us, and he did n6t -*ish to be bought frivolous, so he checked is smile. The little sense of moral obliga ion that a baby has is a marvel to ae. That he has' any duties in ife never obcurs to him. In the rIe n li& hAkig ividently that nothing is expected >f him but to grow. Where his tinner comes from matters not to im so long as he gets it. Though t may be that the milk wherQin ie rioteth belongeth of right to nother baby, the ethical question vhich at once ariseth troubleth im not. He is reckless of results or am I certain that he is not rofane. When he mutters to him elf in an unknown tongue, on seing forbidden - something for rhich he has a longing, how do ye know that he is not swearing? Che harangues to which Jonathan idwards occasionally treats us ~re excessively funny.' He be omes animated and his gesticula ion is rapid and expressive. "If e had another baby here don't ro think he'd know what this ba >y is saying ?" asked little Hal mne day, while we were listening 0 one of this infa.nt orator's fervid xhortations. Perhaps you wonder how we ame to call him Jonathan Ed ards. Truth to tell, I hardly now myself. .But the name omehow seemed to fit him. His ace had a gravity seldom found n one so young. He had a judi :ial air, too, as though in his own nind passing on momentous the ilogical questions. Pleasant his ixpression was, but to some extent evere. And this same air of lgnity which~ characterized his nfancy he'still preserves at his ipe age of seven months. Ap roach him wvith a laugh and e by no means responds at once n kind. No, no indeed. First e looks you steadily in the eye nd apparently considers whether r not there is anything to laugh t-whether this is simply a stere typed a n d unmeaning smile hich you bring him, a sort of hetiron smile which you keep egularly on hand for all babies, r whether it is a good square mile, hiousing a deeper signifi ance. If the scrutiny be satis actory, he gives a pleasant look ~nd an approving nod, perhaps dding a few remarks intended o be reassuring and compliment ary ; but if not, he turns his head ,way and takes no further notice f you. Life is too brief,be thinks, o throw.much of it away on those vho smile because they can think >f nothing else to do, and, young hough he is, he has no time to vaste. I have already hinted hat he is waggishly inclined. Of en when you hold out your arms o him he will extend his in return, m annpnoah to take him he turna his bead cunningly away, laying it over his nurse's shoulder with a quiet chuckle, as though to say, "Not for Jonathan." I do not know that ours is a pretty baby. But no one has yet had the temerity to say, in the presence of either mother or fa ther, that he is not. It is certain that he has lovely blue eyes and a delicate complexion, and these go a great way you know in deter mining good looks. His hair, what there is of it, is of a nice color, and shows a tendency to curl, but we take no special credit to our selves on that head as yet and when photographed we clap a lace wig on him. For one so young, he is certainly very bald. As for teeth, they, like his troubles, are yet to come. His figure is fine. And of late his back bone has stif ened up so that he can sit on the floor without every minute lurching forward on his nose. This tumbling over was a great grief to him, and I thought of loading him heavily below the waist like the toy boys you buy at stores so that he'd at once re gain an upright position without tronble to himself or others. If his nose is a little flat now, it is because of these repeated tumbles, but there is no question that in the fullness of time he will come to haver a fine Roman beak like his mother's. And one thingis cer tain whether handsome or not he is good, and in this latter respect the resemblance so often traced between Jonathan Edwards and his father mainly lies. JoEm PAul. SABBATH COURTEsY.-Hospitali yis nowhere ore-excelntthan in the house of God, snd nihre is its noglect so inconsistent. He who opens a pew to a stranger may strengthen a heart and save a soul. An exchange tells the fol lowing-story: When the first Presbyterian church, of New York, stood in Wall street, Robert Lennox, then an eminent merchant, was a mem ber. He took a great interest in young men especially those who were strangers. He invariably, on Sundays, took the position of usher, welcomed all new comers, and escorted them to comfortable seats. Standing in the vistibule, one day, he saw a young man coming up the steps, evidently a stranger, and.with the air of one who felt himself an intruder. The frank and hearty merchant met the young man on the thresh old, gave his hand and told him he was glad to see him that morn ing in the house of the Lord. You are a.stranger I presume, he said. Yes this is my first Sabbath in New York; and my mother charg ed me to reverence the house of the Lord. Just in from his country home, the young man was not over-dress ed. Mr. Lennox escorted him up the center aisle, and seated him in his own pew. The next morning the young man went to a business house to see if he could get a bill of goods.1 He gave his references. Did I not see you in Mr. Len nox's pew yesterday ? said the merchant. I don't know, sir. A gentle man gave me a seat in chnrch, and sat down beside me. Well, young man; that gentle man. was Robert Lennox, and I will trust any young man whom Mr. Lennox seats in his pew. That young man became an em inent merchant. To the day of his death he said: I owe all I am in this world to that Sunday when Mr. Lennox invited me to sit in his pew. it is a little remarkable, to say the least, that every man who has seen Donaldson's balloon since it left Chicago, has seen it quite late at night, in the dark, when he was coming home from the lodge. A German chemist says that mosquito bites are healthy. There are some men who would try to prove ,Tersey lightning beneficial for the system if it were only a little harder to take. ADVERYISINC RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.00 per square-one inch-for first insertion, and 75c. for each subsequent insertion. Double column advertisements tenper centon above. Notices of meetings,obituaries and tributes of respect, same rates per square as ordinary advertisements. Special notices in local. column 15 cents perline, Advertisements not marked with the num ber of insertions will be kept In till forbid and charged accordingly. Special contracts made with large adver tisers, with liberal deductions on above rates. Joe PAriffae Done with Neatness and Dispatch. Terms Cash. A FLEA IN BED. There are some folks fleas won't bite, but Alonzo Fleet, a mairied citizen of Danville, Va., has spent the bigger part of his life after sun down looking for fleas. It is exceedingly annoying to Mrs. Fleet. Just as she gets the baby to sleep and has folded her ow n hands in blissful slumber, Fleet slips out cf bed feet foremost, and bump he hits on the door, with the half whispered remark on his lips; "The durned fleas." "You have awakened me again, Mr. Fleet; I believe you are try ing to wear me out. Here I had just got to sleep, and am now so nervous I shan't sleep any more this night. What in the world are you after ?" "Mary, there's a fleaon me some. where; you know I can't sleep when there are fleas in bed," and Fleet struck a match. "I don't believe there's any deas in bed; its just a notion of your own. You can't sleep your self and you won't let anybody else." "'Pon my word, Mary. (Fleet approached with the candle,) ha ! there he goes now I Oh, the little devil! Now I've got him!1" and Fleet grabbed the tail of his sihirt, setting the candle by the bed, while be wet the place so as to seo the aea and then stuck a needle thro' it and showing it to his wife, said in some triumph. -"You call that a notion, my dear; I call it a "Mr. Fleet, take that candle away f~rom the baby's eyes," cried out Krs. Fleet, just as the baby waked up and the music commenced. "I'll rock her, Mary," murmur ad Fleet. "You rock her ! no, sir, never ! ['1l rock her, myself; it's just vhat i'm for. I, Mary Thompson, narried Alonzo Fleet to saffer for aim, to drudge for him by dayand ose all my sleen at night. My ifs's no more than a flea to him. What cares he if I die? Hooty k>oty; isn't Mr. Fleet young and strong, and handsome, and couldn't io soon get another wife ?" And Efrs. Fleet lifted up her voice and wept like a hard rain. Fleet put on his breeches and ook a chew of tobacco, and as ie walked to the window to "spit )ut" he said seriously, he wished svery flea on earth was dead ; that ie wasn't long for this world, if Eary lived and the fleas continued ,o hop around at night. Mrs. Fleet told a Danville friend iert day that Mr. Fleet provoked ier so hunting fleas at night that ihe sometimes told him she believ d he was after wanting her to 'Flee as a bird to Mount Zion." Lhey laughed and told her she was always saying something fun ly.-Tom. Evans to Vicksburg Werald. The weavers of Spitalflelds,Eng and, sing hymns and psalms while t their looms. This practice ame with their forefathers from he Low Countries, who, with ther Protestants, came over to nhgland from Flanders. It is o this custom Falstaff alludes a Henry IV., act 2, scene .I: "I would I were a weaver. I would ing psalms and all manner of longs." Some one has discovered a mode >f sending any number of tele grams over the same wire, by sim >1y pitching each message in a dif erent key with the aid of tuning orks. The Kingof the Friendly Islands n the Pacific Ocean is a licensed ocal minister of the Methodist de iomination, and his wife Queen Jharlotte, is a class-leader. A. T. Stewart is extravagant a his old age. He spent $3 cash n Saratoga the other day. I